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i-cant-sing · 10 months

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oh my god, platonic brother Gojo is delicious, what is Toji’s reaction to reader being taken from him???

Obv he is maaaadddd. I mean its clear Gojo took u, the bodies of his clan members are all proof.

Toji will find you, way sooner than Gojo could because he's an excellent bounty hunter and he's gonna be using all contacts and resources to find your whereabouts. And maybe a week later, he finds you but he doesn't attack right then. No, no. He waits, bides his time to strike at the right opportunity.

Meanwhile, you're having the worst time of your life because you just overheard Gojo discussing with Mei Mei about a spell/talisman to terminate your pregnancy, which as much as you hate Toji now, the baby was a product of consensual love (or so u thought. You didn't know Naoya and the clan had used a spell to remove your IUD), and you wanted to have this baby. You confronted your brother about this, thinking that he must have the notion that you want an abortion, but Saturo simply smiled and patted your cheek patronisingly, telling you not to worry your head about this because you don't know what's better for you (which isn't your fault. You've been brainwashed by Toji) and your brother is here to take care of all your problems now.

You found this incredibly insulting and told Gojo off, but he simply grabbed you and began dragging you towards a room where he was going to use the spell to "rid of the monster in you", and youvjust began struggling against him, wailing and crying for help.

That's when Toji strikes, using his cursed weapons to pull Gojo away from you, but of course Gojo has his infinity on, not only on himself, but on you too.

"Let. Her. Go." Toji grunts, whipping those iron chains out.

"I'm glad you came. I can finally kill you." Gojo smiled before pushing you into a room and locking the doors, while you banged against it.

The two men fought, with Gojo clearly having the upper hand and he was getting close to winning when suddenly- he felt a major drop in your cursed energy, followed by a blood curdling scream.

Knocking Toji out, Gojo teleported into the room he had locked you in, and to his horror-

You were in labour.

All the stress had caused you to go into labour prematurely, and you were screaming as you began pushing the baby. Gojo scrambled towards you, eyes widening as he tried to figure out how to help you. You tried to push him away, yelling him to get away from you, but then you started screaming again, your face scrunching up and Gojo immediately knew you needed assistance right now or you would die.

"I'm taking you to Shoko! Stay still-" but you shook your head when he put his hands under your knees to pick you up. "I- I cant move! Get Shoko here! NOW!" You yelled, and Gojo was forced to listen as he saw the blood on his hands. He teleported out of the room, going directly to the infirmary to drag Shoko out and back to you.

A few minutes later and Shoko told that she needed to cut you open now to get the fetus out or you would both die. Gojo couldn't give two shits about the baby, he just wanted you to be safe and so, like a DIY project, Shoko told you to take a deep breath as she began cutting you open, all while Gojo held you down.

It was like a scene from a gorey movie: blood everywhere, your screams echoing the room, while two people who have clearly no experience in gynaecology pulled your baby out.

"Its a-" Shoko was cut off by Gojo. "Dont care! Help Y/n! She's bleeding out! Drop the fucking child!"

Shoko placed the baby to the side and began using her cursed energy to heal you, but by this time you had already lost too much blood and went into shock.

Shoko instantly took you to the infirmary while Gojo remained behind, holding your baby in his hands. Shaking his head, he brought it along with hin to the infirmary, handing it to a nurse.

He can worry about killing child later. For now, he needs to focus on you.

Days went by and you finally woke up, waves of pain hitting you from all directions. Just then, Shoko walked in, smiling as she asked how you were feeling.

"We almost lost you there. Who knows what gojo would've done if I couldn't stitch you up in time, hm?" She joked, neither of you laughing as you both knew the horrific truth behind those words.

"Sho- shoko, where's my baby?"

When she didn't reply, you repeated your question, this time begging her to tell you.

She looked towards your window, a grim look on her face.

"Saturo is in the garden. He took the baby from the nursery this morning-" you didn't need to be told twice as you began pushing yourself off the bed, your body screaming in pain as you staggered towards the garden, not caring about your stitches opening.

That's when your spotted Gojo, holding your baby over the edge of the mountain, ready to drop-

"SATURO, DONT!" You begged, stumbling towards him.

He turned towards, tutting at the bood stain from your abdomen. "Y/n, you should be resting. Now Shoko will have to redo your stitches." He chided, as if he wasn't just about to kill your baby.

"Saturo, please. He's my baby, let him go-"

"No." But you clung on to his arms.

"Please, I will do anything! I'll do whatever you say, Saturo. You want me by your side? I'll stay. You want me to stay in my room? I won't take a step outside! Whatever you say, I'll do it! I'll be good, Saturo, please! Just spare his life!" You cried and he patted your head, before gently lifting your head.

"Aww, its okay. You'll obey what I say either way! It's cute how you thought you had a choice, though!" He said before throwing your baby over the edge, holding you back from following it.

You screamed in horror as Gojo began dragging you back before eventually picking you up and taking you back to the infirmary.

"I know it seems like I'm the bad guy here, but in time, you'll understand that this was for the best" Gojo said as you began hurling insults and curses at him until Shoko finally sedated you and took you back in for surgery.

"Oh and Shoko?" She turned towards him, only to find him grinning manically. "Dont ever try to interfere in my family matters again." The "or else..." didn't need to be said. The threat was clear.

At the bottom of the mountain, your infant cried softly in his arms.

Toji Fushiguro may have caught his baby, but he didn't know how to comfort his newborn son when all of his focus was on freeing you from Gojo.

He swayed the baby gently.

"Shh, I know you want your mama, but you'll have to wait. Don't worry though, I'm gonna bring mama back soon, okay?"

#yandere gojo saturo #yandere gojo x reader #yandere gojo satoru #yandere gojo #yandere toji fushiguro #yandere toji #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen

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journey-to-the-attic · 2 months

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3rd anni req 7: mammon / rain + hug

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note: this takes place during chapter 14, after ik loses her hand but before she wakes up properly - i.e. during the same general period that lucifer's pov section in chapter 15 takes place in! since this slots right into that (and since ik doesn't remember this anyway) this could now be considered canon to jtta!

i combined two separate prompts - 'hug' and 'rain', with hand-loss scene being from the rain request, since i felt like they worked well together, i also did a bit of a play on the rain prompt - requesters, hope you don't mind!! ^^

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It occurs to Mammon that he’s never held someone so small before. He doesn’t remember his brothers being little enough to gather in his arms so easily.

In the beginning, he’d imagined that humans couldn’t feel that different from demons or angels - after all, they’re pretty much the same thing, just in different sizes. And he’s had to pick IK up several times already, but this had been different.

Everything after stepping into the tomb is a blur. His memory only sharpens into focus after Diavolo intervenes. As the prince shouted himself hoarse, he’d looked up, and seen the three of them - big demon, little angel, scarily still human - huddled by the wall.

There had been Luke, barely disguising panicked tears, and Beel’s face had been set and pale. For a moment, it felt to him as if he were watching his brother cradle a corpse, with a mess of smoking wounds where its right hand should have been.

He sits now by Beel’s bed, where he insisted IK rest, and finds himself staring at the haphazardly wound bandages around that same wrist. He wrapped them himself, even though Solomon had told him they were unnecessary - perhaps more for himself than for IK, who isn’t conscious to appreciate the effort.

He’d been the one to carry her up from the tomb, too, insisting despite Beel’s assurances that he could do it himself. That’s the part that sticks with him even now.

It was frightening. IK, as he has learnt, should be lively. She’s a bundle of contradictions, of course - defiant in the face of monsters despite being afraid of loud corridors, bold and brave despite that instinctive polite nervousness - but, out of everything, she is never silent and still.

“Idiot,” He mumbles in the silence of the room. No one hears him - Solomon and Beel are both downstairs, and Levi’s stalked back off to his room.

“...mhh…”

His head snaps up. IK’s eyes are wide open.

The relief is tantamount to being dunked in ice after spending a year in the desert. He scrambles out of his seat, unable to bite back a grin. “Took y—”

Then he stops. Something isn’t right.

IK glances at him without moving her head. There’s something unsettling and robotic about the way she blinks.

“Good morning,” She says vaguely.

It goes without saying that the room is dark. He tries to play along, wondering if he should shout for help - did she hit her head? “Yeah, mornin’, sleepyhead. Finally up, huh?”

“Huh,” IK mimics, and this is where she’s supposed to laugh. She doesn’t. “Hey… what’s your name?”

He feels his heart sink. He tries not to let it show. “You forgot? Honestly. It’s Mammon, duh.”

“Mam-mon,” IK repeats, stumbling, as if the sound is foreign in her mouth. “Ma…mon.”

“That’s it. Good job.” He watches her face scrunch up in discomfort. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Hot,” She mumbles, and she sounds younger than he’s ever heard her. “Ow… ow!”

“Hey, hey—” He springs forward without thinking, using his hands as barriers so that she can’t suffocate herself on the pillow. “—shh, shh…”

Her cheeks feel red-hot against his palms. There’s something he’s supposed to do for that, right? He glances to the side, then remembers the basin and towel on the nightstand.

“Alright, kid—” He makes sure she’s listening. “—I need ya to stay still. Can ya do that for me?”

“Hurts,” IK mutters hoarsely, and he feels something damp trickle over his knuckles. “Mammon…”

“Shh,” He repeats, quieter. It’s strange how naturally it comes to him. “You’ll feel better soon, alright? Won’t be a second.”

He moves as quickly as he dares, dunking the towel in the cold water, then wringing it out again. He turns on the lamp while he’s by the table, and IK’s little tear-stained face is thrown into sharp relief. It just about breaks his heart.

“Deep breaths,” He says absently, and lays the towel across her forehead, like he’s seen Solomon do. “One, two, three…”

He watches the anguish melt from her face, but the relief only lasts a moment - because now she’s blank again, and it feels like she’s staring right through him. IK blinks once, twice. One last gathered tear slides down her face.

She reaches up - with her left hand - and touches her face. “...it’s raining.”

“Sure,” He agrees quietly. “It’s raining.”

It might as well be. The strange, static-y sound in his ears is just like any downpour he’s ever heard.

IK lifts her right hand and reaches for the ceiling - for those umbrellas the twins strung up for whatever reason, years and years ago. They’ve never been used the way they’re supposed to.

“I can’t reach,” IK mumbles. “I can’t… hold anything. I can’t feel my fingers. I don’t have…”

She stares at the white bandages around her wrist. Mammon suddenly wishes he’d done a neater job. From here, in the dim lamp-light, it looks like jagged bone; he can’t decide whether that’s better or worse than the web of dark scars beneath the clean gauze.

He can’t think of anything he could possibly say. Slowly, IK lowers her hand again.

“Did I make him angry?” She asks. She looks tiny. “Did I… did I do something bad?”

He shakes his head firmly. “No. No way. Lucifer was just being an idiot.”

IK’s eyes widen a little. “You can’t say that. He’ll hear you.”

“So what if he does? I can say whatever I damn well please,” Mammon mutters, thinking that he should’ve socked him properly while he had the opportunity.

IK is smiling at him now. It’s small, almost ghostly, but it relieves him all the same. “You’re cool.”

“Duh. Ya only just noticed?” He tries not to look too pleased. She seems more comfortable now, so he decides to remove the towel.

Her eyes are a little red at the corners. He gives them a dab, then chucks the towel back into the basin, and pats her face dry with his sleeve.

…feels like he’s playing house. Has he ever done something like this before? Even back then, he wasn’t exactly responsible enough to be playing nurse.

“Mammon,” IK says, voice small again, “Am I dying?”

“What?!” It comes out louder than he means it to. He quickly lowers his volume. “What’re you talkin’ about?”

“I’ve seen this in movies,” She mumbles. “I feel like… I’m going somewhere. Somewhere really far away. Or maybe you’re going…?”

“I’m right here, kid. Nothing’s gettin’ rid of me.”

And he makes his next decision on a whim. He carefully tucks some of the blanket out of the way, slides his arm beneath IK’s shoulders, and pulls her into a hug that - conveniently - keeps him steadied enough on the mattress to still the trembling in his arms.

IK barely moves, remaining unnervingly still throughout it all, but she hums as if to say thank you. So he stays there until her eyes close again, and for a little while longer after that.

She’ll be alright - IK’s a strong kid. Any human who makes it in the Devildom has to be, but especially one capable of stepping in front of a seething Avatar of Pride, and insulting him to his face, according to Solomon’s account.

It confuses him a little. If he had a spirit like that, he’d be on top of the world, but IK carries herself more like an inconvenience than a presence.

Right now, that presence is small, warm, and alive. She’d been limp and still as he carried her up here, the chill of the tomb clinging to her clothes - small, stiff, each breath laboured, as if they might stop at any minute. It’d been like holding a puppet whose strings had broken.

He doesn’t know when he started caring so much - doesn’t know why he keeps this weird little human nestled in his arms - but it scares him. If something like this happens again, he just might die.

#3rd anni event #they mean so much... 2 me #obey me mammon #jtta ik #writing

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ih8simps · 21 days

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Im doing a rewatch of The Vampire Diaries and I must say, Klaus is just perfect lol

“Niklaus” the name slips from your tongue in a hesitant whisper.

Your mouth had shaped his name and yet your eyes couldn’t fathom that he was truly here standing before you.

He stops his prowl when he hears your voice. That infamous smirk that always seemed to be stretched across his face was suddenly wiped away. Time seems to slow until he turns on his heel to face you.

His dark blue eyes fell on you with a look of pure amazement. “Y/n”. The taste of your name felt foreign on his tongue. He hadn’t said your name in hundreds of years. He never thought he’d have a chance to ever again.

“Niklaus” you repeated his name again, trying to distract him from the chaos he was enacting. You knew Klaus had gotten worse over the years. You’d heard the stories and even seen some of the scenes he’d left behind. No part of you wanted to believe it was him because the Klaus you knew could never do the things you’d heard. Of course he was cruel when you met him, but the sheer magnitude of the evil you had seen was unfathomable.

The man you had once loved had become a monster of illustrious proportions.

“Y/n” he said your name again, this time louder “what are y- how are you here?”

“That’s not important right now, Niklaus.” His eyes narrowed at this, “right now it’s important that you release your compulsion of all of these people.”

Klaus had taken an entire bar hostage. The people were all dancing and twirling while no music played. Some had already begun to drop from pure exhaustion but still their bodies tried to move while splayed on the ground.

You’d been in this bar by pure chance.

One of your brother’s descendants lived in this town and frequented this bar. He almost looked like a pure replica of your brother and you found peace in seeing his face. Having been alive for over 900 years without your family, seeing that face gave you near celestial joy.

While watching your distant relative, your ears caught the sound of an oddly familiar laugh. Your eyes scanned the crowd until you found yourself looking at a scarily familiar face. Niklaus.

Instinctually you lowered yourself in your seat, trying to somehow disappear. How on earth was he here? You knew Klaus was alive and well somewhere on this earth but you never thought you’d ever be in the same place at the same time ever again.

You’d “died” before Klaus nearly 900 years ago. You made sure that your death was not only believable but real. You’d sacrificed yourself so that you’d never be in the palm of his hand ever again. For a short while you were dead but because of a certain original witch, your death didn’t last long. Even in death, the first hybrids mother cared for him far more than he could conceive. She’d brought back his “immortal love”, as she called you, as a final gift to her son.

While you kept your eyes trained on Klaus, you slowly rose from your seat and carefully made your way to the bathrooms. Once there, you listened carefully to every conversation in the bar until you could focus on his voice alone.

Klaus was in some kind of spat with a gentleman. It seems like the guy thought that his girlfriend, the server, was being too friendly with Niklaus. You knew instantly that the girl had to be compelled and if you knew Klaus well enough, which you did, he was probably openly feeding on the girl which would look like he was kissing her neck from the wrong angle.

Klaus seemed amused at first, until the man called him a lonely loser. You didn’t have to be in the room to know the face Klaus made hearing those words.

“Oh yeah?” You could hear the smirk on that pale face. “A lonely loser? Me? Oh no, mate. I’d say everyone in this bar is my friend.”

You could hear some shuffling and some whispered words that were even too low for your supernatural hearing to pick up. The music that was playing came to a sudden halt and then you heard the pounding of feet on the dance floor. For a moment you thought that it was because the music had stopped but the intensity of the sound told you that everyone was dancing.

“Look at that. I told them if they’re a friend of mine they should be dancing and look! Not a single person is sitting in their seats.”

You could imagine how Klaus was devilishly smiling at the man right now. Another perfect victory for the hybrid. You listened for nearly 10 minutes as the people continued to feverishly dance. Every part of you wanted to leave but how could you make a safe escape with him out there. Not only that, you’d be leaving without your brother’s doppelgänger. As if on queue you heard a sudden burst of laughter.

“Would you look at that. You there, I think I know you. Or at least I know someone who looks just like you”. A cold chill ran down your spine. Klaus couldn’t have possibly noticed him.

“Oh yes. You look so much like him. I wonder if you truly are a (L/N) or if the resemblance is simply uncanny.” You could imagine him appraising the mans face. “I think I’ll kill you off first. I never liked that smug bastard.”

Without a second thought you revealed yourself. You forced yourself to face the man whom you’d been hiding from for nearly nine centuries and called out his name.

Klaus was still gawking at you. His dark blue eyes travelled from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet. His eyes didn’t linger anywhere in particular. It just seemed as though he were trying to see if you were truly here.

“You don’t seem shocked to see me” Klaus finally spoke, “now why is that?”

Your heart, which shouldn’t have been able to beat at all, was thrumming in your chest.

There was no point in lying to him. “I think you know the answer to that, Niklaus”. He pulled in a deep breath. “How long?”

His question was met with silence. How could you confidently tell him that you’d been hiding from him since the moment you came back from the dead?

“How long?” His voice was laced with a tinge of venom. “Answer me immediately! HOW LONG?”

That rage that he could never truly contain was coming to the surface. He bared his teeth as he yelled at you, his breathing coming out in pants.

“For a long long time” you could see this answer angering him more, “I-I was there. Beside you in the shadows when they first opened the Notre Dame. You had such a beautifully astonished look on your face, Niklaus.”

The pure joy and awe you saw in his eyes that day reminded you of the boy you had fallen in love with. “Astonishing is the word you used to describe it to Elijah. You’re actually quite radiant when you’re happy, Niklaus”. An unreadable expression had replaced the anger that marred his features moments ago. An uncomfortable silence settled between you as he continued to stare.

He let out a deep breath. “Come to me and I will release them”.

“I-I can’t-“

“(Y/n)” he growled out your name, once again baring his teeth. “Come over to me immediately so that we may discuss your betrayal and I will let them go.”

You considered his words, knowing that this would be the only way to get him to let these innocent people live. For a moment you considered running, but it seems as though his age old trick of being able to read your mind hadn’t wained.

“Do not run from me, (y/n). If you try, now that I know you still draw breath” his brow crinkled at this, “I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth and take down whatever attempts to stand in my way until I have you back. Now come.”

You slowly made your way over to him, careful not to look away from his cold gaze. Klaus released a deep breath you hadn’t known he was holding when you were finally an arms length away. He reached out his hands towards you. Instinctually you flinched, unable to control your new found fear of him that you’d fostered over the years.

A look of hurt crossed his face. “Really?” He didn’t let you answer. “Do you really think I’d hurt you?”

“I’ve seen what you’re capable of, Niklaus”  He stared at you in an uncomfortable silence for a beat longer.

“No, (y/n). You haven’t seen what I am truly capable of just yet. Now tell me, who has helped you stay hidden from me all these years?” he smirked conspiratorially, “and don’t spare a single name or detail”.

#niklaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #klaus x reader #tvd x reader #the vampire diaries #x reader #Klaus

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malleux · 10 months

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freedom. | quest for tyr [II]

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young adult!atreus x reader

-> synopsis: The only times you had ever experienced adventure was through your books. It was hard to live an exciting life while trapped in Alfheim.

You know you're meant for something greater than wasting away underground.

[loosely based on the events of Gow: Ragnarok]

-> chapter warnings: all chapters may contain spoilers, cursing, anxiety, subtle verbal sexual harassment, vomit, fighting, fight scene not accurate to canon, blood, injuries, trauma mention

"That was absolutely too much to get into a city." You groaned, slumping back slightly on the boat.

"It is a necessary precaution." Kratos replied, "Being under Odin's rule comes with many dangers."

As if to top off his statement, a loud siren began to wail through the air. The few dwarves seen on the streets scrambled into hiding as the boat passed. You frowned, wondering how you'd possibly find anything if the dwarves were unwilling to help.

Atreus was the first off the boat as it docked, immediately heading to one of the small buildings and knocking on the door. "Hey! Could we talk to you for a sec—“

"We don't want any trouble. Please." The voice replied, trembling. Atreus walked back to you and Kratos.

"They'll be no help, to be sure." Mimir sighed. "Best we find the tavern Sindri mentioned on our own. And hope they let us in."

"They're so scared," You noted, feeling sad. "Surely this isn't the best way to live— cowering in fear at every unknown thing?"

Atreus nodded, speaking to you in a quieter voice. "Don't worry. When we stop Ragnarok, they'll have no reason to be afraid anymore. They'll be better!"

As he spoke, you felt his hand rest against your back, rubbing a few comforting circles around. You looked up at him, but he was busy surveying the area.

You continued on, Atreus leaving your side to knock on more doors with no luck. You turned the corner and see a familiar face.

"Sindri!" You call, bounding over to him.

"Hello!" He smiled, "I'd return your surprise, but I did know you'd be here. I've got something for you."

Kratos made his way to where you all stood. "What is it, dwarf?"

"You know, I'm glad I came back here one more time before Ragnarok. If these cobblestones could talk..." He looked around, furrowing his eyebrows. "Then they'd have mouths. Filthy, disgusting mouths." He turned to Atreus, "Do you mind if I fiddle with your bow?" Then to you, "And your spear?"

You and Atreus nodded, handing Sindri your weapons. He began to try and un-string the bow, struggling quite a bit.

"Taking advantage of certain materials'— ow!— structural sensitivity to Sonic vibrations has been something— ugh!— I've been meaning to try for quite some time now." He handed Atreus back his bow and grabbed your spear, untying the spear-head and replacing it with a different rope, this time with a teal bead tied into it.

"Uh, thanks for finally trying it, I guess?" Atreus watched as Sindri waved his hand over the bow string and the bead, making them glow a strange teal color.

Sindri handed you back your weapons. "Atreus, take aim at that gate over there, but before you loose, say 'Skjálfa'."

Atreus did as the dwarf said, and the gate was destroyed. Unfortunately, a few Wretches were let loose as well.

Sindri stood back, away from the monsters. "Y/N, if you say the same as you throw your spear, it will produce sonic vibrations on impact."

You nodded, aiming it at one of the larger Wretches that nobody was fighting yet. "Skjálfa!"

It killed the Wretch in one shot, sending vibrations out slightly that hit a few Wretches near it.

You were impressed.

You ran to pick up the spear, swiping the tip around to create a beam of light that fried the Wretches near you. Kratos and Atreus killed the rest.

"Okay," You tried to catch your breath, "Durlin. Sindri, do you have any idea where the tavern is?"

Sindri scoffed. "Do I look like I've ever been in a filthy tavern? But through that sewer you just uncovered seems like the best bet."

You agreed, looking at the rune bead on your spear. You wondered how many other beads you could put on there for a more powerful weapon.

"Atreus, Y/N. Come." Kratos had already climbed through the sewer, waiting on us.

You both followed, eventually coming across a building slightly larger than the rest. Music came from the inside, contrasting greatly against the silence from the rest of the town. You looked at Atreus and he responded with a shrug, following his father and walking into the tavern.

"You think that's him?" The boy asked, walking up to the dwarf playing music. "Hello?"

"Watch yourselves." He responded, unfazed and still playing, "Apparently there are intruders about."

"Uh, yeah, that would probably be us."

"Eh, well, if you're planning on killing me, at least let me finish this song. That alarm was the perfect key."

"We're just looking for someone," Atreus explained, "Durlin."

The dwarf quit playing. "Head out the back way there and you'll see the safety office just across the river. Just don't go making trouble for the rest of us. And while you travel, perhaps you could clean up the head's mess while you're at it."

"You mean Mimir?" You were caught off guard from the dwarf's sudden icy tone.

"Yes Mimir, pretty lady. Or, you could pay the price and spend a little while hanging here—"

"She will not." Atreus seemed to be by your side in a second. "We need to leave."

The dwarf looked Atreus up and down, a disgusted sneer on his face as he decides to back down. "If you're looking for anything better, you know where I am."

Atreus rolled his eyes, placing a hand on the small of your back and all but pushing you towards the door. His eyes held something you couldn't quite place. "She'll pass."

The four of you (you kept forgetting Mimir was even there. He'd been too quiet, knowing the dwarves weren't too fond of him.) boarded the boat out back and followed the directions that the pushy dwarf gave.

Atreus, beside you, began pawing at his cheek. "You know what? My face is itchy. I think my beard's coming in."

You gave him a look, lifting an eyebrow. Kratos did the same, deciding to tease his son. "Is it?"

"Yeah, on my jawline." He craned his neck towards the both of you, trying to show it. There was definitely nothing there. "See? It's growing."

There was a beat of silence. "Is it?"

You held back a laugh.

"That's not just dirt?" Mimir joked.

"It's not dirt." Atreus rolled his eyes, exasperated.

"Y'know what? I believe you, Atreus." You snickered, glancing at Mimir, who only grinned. "Next thing you know you're gonna be big and hairy."

"Yeah. Like a bear— wait. That already happened, didn't it, lad? Perhaps all your hair waits until it's in bear form to come out." Mimir joined. Atreus had vaguely told you about the bear incident— only what he remembered.

"Very funny. Y/N, I really got my hopes up with the support at the beginning."

Soon, the boat docked at a long pier in front of the building. Atreus stopped Kratos from opening the door, begging to let him do the talking. Kratos begrudgingly agreed.

Stepping inside, you had to squint to see. No windows were opened, nor candles lit. Dust visibly floated through the air and you tried to keep your breaths shallow to avoid choking on it. In the back was a dwarf at a desk, his feet kicked up on the top, reading a book.

"Uh, we're looking for Durlin?" Atreus asked, unsure.

"You got an appointment?" The dwarf asked.

Atreus looked at his father, who simply gestured for Atreus to talk, and then to you. You tried to give him a reassuring smile, but it came out as more of a worried grimace.

"Uh, no?" Atreus turned back to the dwarf and walked towards him. "Has anyone ever had an appointment here?"

The dwarf slammed the book down on the desk and looked between the three of us with a strange grin, chuckling.

"Here to collect on something, pal? Think parading around with a severed head on your hip is gonna scare me into approving Estrid's accretion proposal, eh?" Durlin said with a smile. Your face twisted into confusion.

"We are looking for a prisoner of Odin." Kratos corrected.

"He's being kept in a mine somewhere." Atreus explained, "Some of our friends said you could help."

"Where did you get—" Durlin paused as Kratos turned his back, his smile somehow growing even wider as he eyes the axe upon Kratos' back. "You chop her head off with that, too?"

Kratos turns back, all but getting in Durlin's face. "She was my wife."

You watched the interaction, already having figured out how protective Kratos was over his deceased wife. You worried that this wouldn't end well, and you'd be forced to leave without the information you all needed.

Anxiety getting the best of you, you turned away and began looking around Durlin's place. More specifically, the bookcases lining some the walls.

Most of them were boring— legal work, accounting, money laundering, things you'd typically find in a place like this. But a small stack at the end of one of the shelves caught your eye.

Romance novels.

You'd only read one in your lifetime. You supposed the small archive where Fritjof borrowed your books from focused mainly on combat-related information and history, seeing as that was all that he dropped off.

It was a short poem in a series of many, titled Fjölsvinnsmál, about a boy and a girl who the Norns had destined to be together. The story of Mengloth and Svipdagr touched you— made you yearn for a love like theirs once day. For a love like Kratos and Faye's.

Yet, being trapped in your room for so long, you'd resigned to your dreams and accepted that you wouldn't get your destined true love— unless it was Fritjof, and you truly did not want it to be Fritjof.

You'd like to think the Norns blessed you with that chance now that you were free, but the odds didn't seem high considering the two you were with right now were actively trying to stop the end of the world. At this rate, you'd probably die before getting your first kiss.

Your fingers graced the spines of the books, reading titles you'd never heard before— some in languages you'd never seen. It was tempting to grab them, but you were positive Durlin was keeping an eye on you.

"Now then. Get out of my office."

The dwarf's words brought you back to reality and you whipped your head towards the men, worried that you had caused the issue.

"What part about 'get out of my office' do you not understand?"

Atreus took a few cautious steps back, pocketing something Durlin's weird octopus had thrown at him before heading back outside with his father. As they passed, you quickly snatched one of the books from the shelf and walked out with them, stuffing it into your bag before anyone noticed.

You all headed outside and Atreus unrolled a scroll that Durlin had given him. "Hey... this isn't a fine—"

"You should put that away," You stood beside him, pulling out your spear, "There's a lot of Grim around."

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"Okay, as I was saying."

As soon as you had finished eliminating the Grim that occupied the area outside of Durlin's building, Atreus was back to reading the scroll. You heard it was just a list of fines the dwarf had issued to you, so you didn't understand why it was so intriguing.

"I think Durlin wrote down directions."

Oh.

"He gave us a map?" You questioned, coming behind the boy and looking over his shoulder.

Atreus looked back at you with a smile and you were suddenly hyperaware of the close proximity between your faces. You moved away-- a little too quickly to be casual-- and instead focused on wiping your spear of dried Grim blood.

"Sort of..." Atreus continued, but not before giving you a look of concern. "It seems to lead to a mine beyond that mountain. Durlin helped us anyways..."

"Not everyone uses axes and arrows to fight." Mimir mused.

"Odin probably has a watchful eye over this realm." You concluded, "It would have been dangerous to help us out loud."

Kratos wasn't paying too much attention to the conversation, instead choosing to open a gate nearby to reveal a path to the mountain. Atreus went through first, then you, then Kratos. Along the path was a beaten up railroad-looking contraption-- something completely unsuitable for travel.

"This thing looks like it can take us up the mountain. Maybe we'll see a mine up there?"

"Nothing like a good ol' Dwarven train ride." Mimir laughed.

You, on the other hand, were not laughing. They could not be serious right now. The wood on the rails was rotten and the Svartalfheim steel was rusted-- and that was just the tracks. The train itself seemed even worse to you. You shuddered.

Kratos, Atreus, and Mimir boarded the train with ease, looking around the small train car. You still stood on the loading dock, eyes filled with worry. Your stomach seemed to lurch at even the thought of getting onto the train— who could say this was 100% safe? Or secured properly to the rails? You'd just gotten free, and death by falling train was not the way you wanted to end that.

Kratos's voice pulled your gaze from the rusted train tracks. "Come, we must go."

"R-right." You murmured. You took a deep breath and suppressed a shiver, taking a tentative step onto the metal floor before withdrawing. "Give me one second, this actually terrifies me." You admitted.

Atreus gave his father a look that you didn't notice before stepping off of the train and walking to you. He led you a little further from the two other men, lowering his voice to ask if you were okay.

"I mean, yeah, I-I guess." You shook out your hands, "I don't know why it's freaking me out so much. I just don't want anything bad to happen, it's obviously gone unused for so long."

Atreus pressed his lips into a slightly comforting smile, tentatively brushing his hand against your bicep before pressing it with a bit more confidence— a gesture of reassurance. "I think if Mimir hasn't said anything too cautious about it, it should be alright. But if anything goes wrong, I'll protect you."

You returned his smile, but the remaining anxiety prevented it from reaching your eyes. Despite Atreus's promises, it still scared you. "Promise?"

"Promise." Atreus held out his pinky and you tilted your head in confusion. "Wh- Have you never done this before? Here, give me your pinky— this is a pinky promise. It means that I promise you that I won't break our promise. It's like, an extra layer of dedication."

You laughed, looking at your locked pinkies. You'd never heard of a "pinky promise" before, but you liked it. The extra layer of dedication put your mind a bit more at ease as you convinced yourself to trust Atreus and his pinkies.

You took a deep breath and shook your head, steeling yourself for the rest of your journey. "Let's go."

———

For the first time in a little while, it was silent amongst the four of you.

You sat on the floor of the train, beside the stool Atreus was on, while Kratos and Mimir occupied the stool across from you. You slightly wished someone talked, though— to cover the nauseating squeak of the rails and crunch of the old wood train every time it made a move a little too risky for its old age.

"Heimdall. That's a name I don't miss hearing." Mimir mused, his gaze seemingly far off.

"Nobody said it until you did, just now—"

"Durlin!" The head interrupted Kratos, "He had it written all over his face. Or well, burned I should say. Right into his head."

"He burned that into Durlin's head?" Atreus asked.

You grimaced at the thought. It was quite your luck to have the conversation you wished for be even more nauseating than the train ride.

"Failed rebellions tend to warrant swift and enduring retribution."

"He's a captain of Odin?" Kratos questioned, turning his attention away from the outside the window.

"Aye, and the bearer of Gjallarhorn. A true believer, that one."

The train creaked to a stop, and the conversation stopped with it. Another train lied ahead, and Atreus seemed eager to get to it.

You, on the other hand, had your attention stolen. To your right, over the wooden guardrails, was Svartalfheim. Vast, beautiful Svartalfheim. The farthest you had ever seen was the across your room when you were on one side of it, and your imagination could only do so much when you'd read about such beautiful, sweeping landscapes that littered the Nine Realms.

You never thought you'd get to see mountains or rivers in real life. Yet there you were, traveling with three not-so strangers across an entirely different realm. Feeling a lump in your throat, you took in the view for another second and made yourself turn around towards the others.

You didn't have much time to cope with the fact that you were actually probably quite traumatized from being practically imprisoned for 19 years, seeing as though the moment you escaped you embarked on another adventure. Seeing Svartalfheim's view was a reminder of that, but you couldn't stay long. You would let it all hit you once the Realms were safe from Ragnarok— or whatever these three were doing.

"Y'know," Atreus chimed as you all began up the ramps to the second train, "Maybe finding Tyr is our best protection. Seemed like Odin really didn't want us to find him—"

"Wait," You interrupted, "Odin didn't want you to find him? You've already talked to Odin?"

You were apprehensive— all you'd ever heard about from the Elves was how powerful and ruthless Odin was in his rulings. Sure, you knew finding Tyr was probably against Odin, but hearing that Kratos and Atreus had already run into him seemed to put everything into perspective for you.

"Uh, yeah." Atreus shrugged, "Threatened us and everything. But what can you do?"

What can you do?

These people have to have a death wish.

"Once Tyr's free and can be god of war again, Odin won't even have time to worry about us." Atreus seemed to try and reassure you, seeing your less-than-pleased facial expression.

"If that is his war to fight, he may have it." Kratos agreed.

Kratos led the group up the mountain, eventually coming across a large clearing. You tilted your head, seeing a large lump lying in the water. The air smelled gross, like a decomposing fish or sewage. The closer you looked, the more you knew you were right. The smell was definitely decomposition, and the lump lying in the water was a dead Dreki.

"It's definitely dead." Atreus poked at the corpse, ignoring his father's warnings.

Suddenly, Kratos and Atreus yelled out at the same time as a second Dreki comes out from the water. You ready your spear, standing beside Kratos as he grabs his axe.

Almost immediately, the Dreki opens its tooth-filled mouth to shoot water at everyone. You all move out of the way, and Atreus begins firing his sonic arrows at the monster. He stays out of the way, choosing to wear it down from a distance to avoid its rapidly swinging tail.

Kratos runs for it head-on, his axe blade catching the Dreki's snout and ripping it slightly. Its scales are tough to break, acting like armor for the reptilian creature.

You choose to aim for the sides, in its blind spots. The Dreki's scales have to be moveable on its sides to allow it to move properly, and you stay a distance away until you spot the weak spots in it. Atreus takes a shot at the Dreki and it becomes stunned for a second, so you charge forward and dig your spear into its side.

The Dreki roars in pain and begins to thrash. You don't have time to listen to Atreus's warning before its tail makes contact with your body, flinging you across the clearing and into the boulders on the other side. Your breath is knocked out of you and it's difficult to open your eyes, but another roar tells you that the fight isn't over yet.

You reach for your spear, but it's nowhere to be found. Instead, you catch a glint of the metal pole still sticking out of the Dreki's side. The monster is still thrashing around, and you know there's no way you'd get it with your current state. Instead, you shake your head of the fog that threatens to turn your brain into mush at the moment and call out any spell you can think of.

"Skjálfa!"

Your spear, and the inside of the Dreki, glow a bright teal and within a second, the Dreki's stomach had burst open from the inside out. It lay in the water, dead, with blood permeating the pond. Your spear laid beside it, unharmed.

Kratos sheaths his axe and picks up your weapon, beginning to walk to you. Atreus beats him to it, kneeling on the grass next to you and putting a hand on your back.

You're throwing up.

Never in your life had you taken a hit like that— you'd never fought seriously before.

Your head swam and your vision had black around its edges, your head hurt. A sharp, piercing pain behind your eye. You knew your back was scraped from the rock, and undoubtedly bruised from the impact.

Atreus made you look into his eyes— focusing on something could help you regain clarity. And it did, his voice helped distract you from falling into the abyss of fainting, and you shakily lifted your hand to wipe your mouth.

At least there was no blood.

Bit by bit, you stood up. Your head and body still hurt incredibly bad, but you knew better than to let it affect you any more than it already had. You didn't want to be a burden to Kratos, Mimir, and Atreus after you swore you could keep up.

"I-" You paused to steel your shaky voice, "I'm okay. Just have never gotten hit like that. We can go."

"Are you sure?" Atreus asked, "It's starting to be evening, we can stop for the night now if you need to—“

"No—"

"Yes." Kratos interrupted, "We may rest for the night. But let us travel a bit further, in case there are more."

You could only nod, taking a few testy steps forward. Your legs felt like heavy led and you could barely raise them. Taking a breath, you followed. You'd get to rest soon.

After finding a safer spot to set up camp, Atreus wouldn't let you lift a finger to help, despite your protests that you were fine. Kratos and Mimir had set off to find something for dinner, leaving you and Atreus to set up the fire. Blankets and sleeping pads would just weigh everyone down, so you all chose to forego them during your travels.

For a typical traveler, the ground would do just fine. For you, on the other hand, nothing was acceptable except for a hospital bed.

When Atreus finished the campfire, he sat beside you. "How are you feeling?"

At first, you could only grunt. It took a lot of strength to make words come out of your mouth. "Like I just got bodied by Jörmungandr himself."

Atreus chuckled, "I'm sure. It doesn't get less painful as time goes on. It just gets easier to bare, and easier to get up and move on."

You only nodded, enjoying the warmth of the fire as night began to settle in. Kratos and Mimir should be back soon.

"Atreus." His hum of acknowledgement made you continue, "What is your goal with all of this? Finding Tyr and whatnot."

"Oh, well," Atreus took a moment, drawing in the dirt with a small stick he'd grabbed, "I'm not too sure. I know Ragnarok is coming, and I think I have something to do with stopping it. I've seen prophecies— ones that I'm in and ones where Tyr is fighting against Odin. I don't know what my fate is with the prophecy, but I know I can help with Tyr's. That's why I want to free him."

"You want to start a war?"

Atreus threw his head back and groaned, "You sound just like my dad! No, I don't want to start a war. But if that's what it comes to, then... I don't know."

Atreus turns to you, and despite the slight blurriness of your still-recovering vision, you see sincerity in his eyes, the warm fire reflecting against them.

"Y/N, I really don't know. I just have this feeling that this is the path I need to be on and what I need to do. Sindri and I— we've done so much research on all of this. Please, be the first person here to just trust me."

As much as his tirade didn't help you trust him, you believed that Atreus was doing something with pure intentions. For now, that was enough for you. You placed your hand on his own that sat on the ground. Atreus looked at it, then back at you, and smiled.

"Just don't get me killed," You joked.

"I wouldn't dream of it." Atreus shifted his hand to where his pinky linked with yours, and held it there. "I promised, remember?"

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k1ng0fn0b0dy · 2 years

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💜 DAY 3 OF MONSTER WEEK — DRAGON TOMMY

[900+ words]

[Gender-neutral]

Description: IN THE FREAKING TITLE. Tommy gets bullied, you help, forced bonding and also pure laziness, all under the cut *jazz hands*!

[Read the rest under the cut]

Things like dragons are widely considered myths, figments of our imagination with room for creative liberty when it comes to details. There are some people, though few and far between, who still believe in them, to an almost feverish degree.

You, like most, are not one of them. You've lived your entire life believing what's right in front of you, not feeling a need to search for some mystical deeper meaning. If it existed, you'd find proof eventually; if it didn't, you didn't care much to begin with.

It was a very flexible worldview. Maybe your open-mindedness for anything, this proof-begets-belief ideal, is why you've found yourself in this situation.

You were on your way to work, walking since you lived fairly close to your veterinary office when you came across of group of young school boys poking roughly at a tiny hissing animal. It looked sickly, bruises and leaves scattered over it and your heart instantly broke seeing its horrible state.

"Hey! Get away from that poor animal!" The second you started yelling, the kids scattered like the mice in the Ratatouille kitchen scene. You were going to chase after them, scold them maybe, when the animal's pitiful crying caught your attention. "Oh, you poor thing."

It cries out in pain when you try, as carefully as you could, to pick it up. You try to comfort it as much as you can, hurrying on your short walk to your office.

Now that you could see it better, it was less like a cat and more like an odd reptile. It felt around the same size as a young kitten but it was scaly, though from far away it seemed more like wet fur, with most of the scales being very, very loose as if someone had tried prying them all away from before it could properly molt.

You cooed at it, trying to one-handed open the doors to your clinic without disturbing the animal too much. "You're okay, bud. We're going to get you all fixed up." It mewled weakly, its tongue flicked at you slowly. "You are very brave right now. The bravest."

You kept very soft-spoken as you disinfected its numerous wounds. It was a very well-behaved animal as if it knew you were only trying to help it. You managed to even wipe most of the dirt off its very beautiful, very leathery texture, and vibrant yellow scaling.

It stretched itself out, curling into a very tightly-wound circle afterward. You took a few minutes to relax after that, knowing things would probably get far less exciting for the rest of the day.

{《☆》}

You were very wrong. The animal has left to leave your side even once, while simultaneously being very rude to all the other animals you've tried to take care of. You've had to close your clinic for the last two days because it almost attacked a very fearless chihuahua.

It wasn't horrible though. it was very cuddly, freely purring every time you pat its scaly back. In fact, it actively sought out contact, very pleased every time you played along.

Things had to change though. You needed to work and you knew you couldn't do that with a mysterious and aggressive animal draping itself over your shoulder at all times.

Surprisingly, you didn't have to be the one to change anything, change very rapidly found you.

{《☆》}

So, there was a strange man in your kitchen. You had woken up in the middle of the night to very loud banging and what sounded like a glass breaking. Looking around now, you could spot the broken handle of your favourite coffee mug.

"Y/N!," The blond intruder chirped happily. He dropped the corpse of your mug in the sink, "I have a human form finally! Look how tall I am!"

Finally breaking out of your shock, you started screaming. Very, very loudly.

Tommy, the blond intruder, managed to explain the entire story to you after surviving a very long 10-minute screaming session, a pair of policemen at your door asking far too many questions, and a mailman. According to him, he was a dragon who had been chased by poachers looking for his scales for some reason, when he had finally escaped the group of schoolboys had started poking at him and only made him weaker.

Apparently, he had siphoned off some of your energy every day, using your pets as a way to steal energy and in the process creating a bond between them that allowed him to take human form. You're still pretty iffy on the details and very much unsure how any of this works but after Tommy proves his story by shifting back into a dragon, you officially had to accept that you were bonded, whatever that meant, to a dragon.

Yay?

"So what now?" You asked because usually in stories, this would be where the call to action is. He would tell you about some evil organization or those dragon poachers would show up and you'd have to accept the mantle of being a hero. Except life isn't a story (wow, meta).

Tommy shrugs, "I'm not sure. I didn't really think I would make it this far into explaining."

"Can I just, go back to my job? Do I have to hide you until the bond goes away?" Tommy laughs at your questions. When you don't laugh with him, he gets far more awkward.

"About that," He rubs at his neck, "it's kinda permanent."

"…"

You lost another two mugs. Tommy has a far greater fear of you though, which helps keep him in check at the clinic.

{《☆》}

[I just wrote this all like 20 minutes ago, if this is bad then sucks to suck I refuse to rewrite this. (Ask again after I've had coffee)]

[Anyways, take care of yourself, drink water, touch some grass, love youuu!]

[L0v3, k1ng]

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109 and 29 for Abigail, just the perfect amount of angst idk

109. “I know she’s cute. BUT SHE’S MINE! TOUCH HER AND I’LL KILL YOU!!”

29. “Stop giving me that look! Stop looking at me as if I’m a monster!”

(Per the usual, sentence structure is changed to fit the characters personality. Abigail doesn't scream alot, she's more of the hiss in your ear type of woman. Hope this was the kind of angst you were hoping for. I didn't expect to write so much for this but it just kept coming to me.)

Abigail utterly adored you, her little lover, so cute. As the knight who had pledged her loyalty to you, she felt the need to show you off. Such a romantic story, the knight set to be the Duke of one of the most prominent duchies in the kingdom, and the cute lady she had pledged herself to who would one day be her Duchess. It only made sense to show you off at parties so everyone would know of your love story.

It was hard to control her temper though when people constantly approached you. Perhaps they assumed you were only her lover and not someone she took seriously, befriending the lover of the future Duke Parley so when the relationship ends, they may be able to woe you. It certainly couldn't hurt to marry someone who had such a powerful connection, and you were easy to love so the court swarmed you like disgusting maggots.

"Dame Parley, where in the world did you find such an enchanting creature?" The woman standing before her, swirling a glass of wine was not at all subtle with her leering. How shameless could she be to show your current lover that she wanted to seduce you away.

Baroness Rudia, far below your status, even if you were single it would be a sham for you to go with her. Not even worth Abigail requesting a duel, not that a mere Baroness could afford a luxury knight that could face Abigail in a duel. There wasn't a knight in the kingdom who would likely take Abigail on in a duel, no matter how much they liked their master.

"Lady Rudia, I am well aware that my partner is quite cute," She looked around the ballroom quickly making sure you weren't within hearing range. You always hated when she threatened the flies that surrounded you. "But Lady Y/N is mine and if you lay a filthy hand on her, I will have to end your pathetic life."

The Baroness looked taken aback as she tried to think of a response, something that would allow her to leave the ballroom alive and maybe with a shred of dignity.

"Don't think I warned you from the good of my heart, I merely felt bad for all the people in your house who would suffer if the head were to fall. Be gone Lady Rudia, my sweetheart is coming over and I don't want your presence to taint her happiness." Abigail spoke first, sparing the Baroness from further embarrassment as she scuttled off.

You knew something was off when Baroness Rudia, who had been so kind to you earlier, ran from the ballroom in near tears. You couldn't understand why Abigail was always so rude to the people who were so kind to you. You understand she had a high status but it didn't mean she had to treat those lower so horribly. You knew better than to cause a scene in public so you held your tongue until you were in the carriage later that night.

"Abby? Why did Baroness Rudia run from the ballroom tonight? Surely you're not letting your temper get the best of you again." Perhaps a bit confrontational but Abigail did this often and it did make you reconsider your relationship to her.

When you had first began to date her you assumed people were merely exaggerating when they described Dame Parley as a beast, not even human. Trained to kill with precision, without even picking up a sword, she could decimate her enemies. The product of centuries of the Parley house trying to train the best swordsmen.

"Don't give me that look, Sweetheart. You look at me as if I'm some kind of monster." She didn't like when you challenged her behavior, you were supposed to be docile towards her, never snippy, only her sweet lover.

"You wouldn't want me to misunderstand your words would you? Sweetheart?" She was warning you to apologize for the tone you'd taken with her. Something you refused to back down from. All your nice friends were being chased away and you wouldn't allow that.

"You didn't answer my question, Lady Parley. Why do all my friends keep running away in tears whenever they speak to you?" The chuckle that came out of her was bone-chilling. Making you feel it would have been best to just cow to her whims.

"Y/N, is this how you would like to spend our night? I'd prefer to return to my manor with my lover on my arm, instead of having to discipline her for disobedience. I'm sure you'd prefer that as well." She stood and leaned over you, putting her hands on the back of the carriage seat behind you, seemingly undaunted by how the carriage joustled.

"Yes I'd like that very much." You hated how you always gave in so quickly.

"Then say the words I want to hear, Sweetheart." She took your chin in one of her hands, forcing you to look into her eyes.

"I don't think you're a monster Abby. There's no way I'd ever think that." Even if you did there was no way you could tell her at this point, not with how intimidating she could be.

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere asks #yandere x y/n #yandere scenarios #my oc abigail

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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Hear me now (Jotun Loki x Female Reader AU) (18+)

Read chapter 14 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 15

Summary : You die and Bluey is not able to cope with it.

Warning : violence, blood, mentions of injury and death, murder, so much blood.

Bluey was enraged, he saw red and he just wanted to kill that awful monster who hurt you like that. Rogers pulled the trigger again and fired three shots on his chest back to back, fortunately he missed the head this time. The firing didn't stop Bluey from charging towards him. The bullets didn't pierce his skin but dropped down on the floor instead as his wound healed instantly. He grabbed the gun, broke it in half and the monster's eyes widened in shock, he was about to run away but Bluey grabbed his throat in his hand and shoved him against the wall, then he bashed his head on it.

He was growling and he didn't stop doing that, Steve was still alive but Bluey had to heal you first. He can't let you die on him.

You fell down on your front so he picked you up and you were unconscious. Still, your body felt too still, he pressed his hand on your chest and it wasn't beating, he couldn't feel your heart anymore, your blood was dripping down all over him. Bluey saw Phil walking inside the apartment and he was shocked by what he saw, then he looked at an injured man on the floor and he understood everything. He has never seen Rogers but he was afraid someday this is what it would all come to,

"Fix her, Bluey heal her" Phil screamed at him, snapping him out of the shock.

He ripped your t-shirt in half and there was a giant hole in the middle of your chest, he could smell your flesh burning because of the bullet, he placed his fingers inside the hole and took the bullet out. Phil turned to look the other way as it was just too much for him to bear. He pressed his bloodied hand on top of your head and pulled you closer to him as he tried to fix you. He couldn't stop crying as he knew you were dead and gone, you died because of him and if he would fail to heal, to resurrect you, he'd die along with you, he could never go on like this.

He kept sobbing as more blood seeped out of your wound but it started to close back up as Bluey worked his charm. When the wound closed all the way, he pulled you on his thighs, placed your head down and caressed your cheeks with his fingers, he still was not able to feel your heartbeat

"Y/n?" He mumbled your name somehow, hoping that you'd hear him, Phil walked out of the room when you didn't get up, he was still in shock, unable to process the scene in front of him. He turned around and went back to his apartment to call Natasha, he didn't think he'd be able to handle this alone and he definitely won't be able to take care of Bluey.

"Y/n y/n y/n ..y/n" Bluey mumbled your name over and over as he started sobbing, you didn't wake up, he watched the color slowly drain from your face, you have lost too much blood too quickly. He hugged you tightly and pressed his head against the crook of your neck, he can't lose you. He would never forgive himself and he was losing hope every second.

"Y/n y/n y/n" he mumbled as he cried out to you and screamed, he shook your body by grabbing your shoulder, he just wanted you to open your eyes and look at him, he'd sell his soul and everything he had just to see you smile and talk to him again.

"y/n" he made the apology sign and the I love you sign with his hands but you couldn't see him, if he was able to say it atleast you could have heard him. He screamed your name one more time and that's when you took a deep breath and your eyes opened up,

"Bluuu" you looked at his face, he looked distraught and you just wanted to comfort him, you remembered..dying. He brought you back? You looked down and you saw all the blood but no wound on your body, you clearly remembered Rogers shooting you. He healed you, he brought you back. You got shot but there wasn't even a mark on your chest, not even a scratch. He quickly embraced you tightly and started to sob like a baby as he heard your voice calling him

"I'm okay I'm okay, hey Bluey..I'm okay baby I'm okay" you wiped his tears and he nodded. He was angry, so angry, how dare that bastard tried to steal you away from him like this. He knew his y/n and she was the one of her kind, the sweetest, most caring person he'll ever meet. He can't lose you and he knew if he'd leave Rogers alive today, he would come back to hurt you again. He won't let him hurt you again. He pulled away from you and stood up while glaring at Rogers

"Bluey?" You called out his name as he walked towards the man laying on the ground, bleeding from his head, Bluey was huffing and breathing heavily, he never would have retaliated for what Rogers did to him but he shouldn't have hurt you, now he remembered that day you came back home with bruises on your arm and he knew this awful monstrous man was the reason for it as well. He never should have put his filthy hands on you.

Bluey grabbed him by the back collar and picked him up, Steve was smiling like a witch, he knew he was going to die by the hands of the god he captured

"Ohh you know I fucked her behind your back? she told me where you were, only she knew about it, isn't that correct? She was so sick of being with you, poor woman, she wanted a real man.. like me, a man with real money and that's what I gave her'' Steve laughed, what the hell was he talking about? What money? Bluey didn't have anything to say, not with words atleast, he just grabbed his neck in his hands and twisted it 360° around, you gasped as you heard the sound of his bone cracking and he fell down with a thud.

You looked at Bluey, he didn't even flinch as he killed Rogers, he wanted to do more than just kill him like that but then he was your Bluey, your precious sugar and you knew losing you drove him to do this. You didn't want to look at the pathetic man's body twisted like that, so you got up and put the bed sheet on him

"Okay so we just murdered someone, okay unmmm..but all this blood is mine wow" you looked around yourself and it was all bloody everywhere, on the floor specially, your tshirt was soaked and ripped so you took it off and put another one on

You walked towards him and he was still crying, he killed someone, he killed a man, his heart still felt awful about it, but he knew he had to, you could have died today and he wouldn't have survived that.

"Bluey come here baby come here" you mumbled softly as you walked closer to him and wrapped him in a bear hug. He was shaking and trembling, you wished you could have stopped him from doing this but then how could you have? Rogers would have come for you two again, at least you don't have to live in fear of him finding Bluey and hurting him again

You saw Phil coming back and he was so relieved to see you alive, he prayed to all his gods but he knew the only god who brought you back was the one standing next to you. Soon after Natasha and Bruce came too and the scene was horrific to say the least, it was a murder scene afterall. Natasha quickly walked towards you and hugged you and then she started crying as well,

"Hey I'm okay, see I'm all fine" you caressed her head and tried to comfort her as best as you could. You were just glad he didn't go to her first, because she could have died and you would have lost her forever. The thought alone gave you the sinking feeling in the stomach

"We have to get rid of his body, he has a lot of enemies and nobody will suspect you of all people, besides Starks are on his ass as well so cops would think he just ran away or got murdered by them " you nodded as Bruce said that. You couldn't believe how calm he was about the whole situation. Truth to be told, he was relieved as he knew Steve would come after him as well

"Y/n are you okay?" He asked you and you nodded

"Great..So who wants to help me hide a dead body?" He asked casually and Natasha looked at Phil

"Please?" She said to him and he sighed in response. Safe to say nobody felt bad about this man's demise. He was a monster and he didn't deserve an ounce of sympathy from anyone especially not you and Bluey.

He was already wrapped in a sheet so Bruce and Phil picked him up, his car was downstairs and he was going to take him to his private clinic first, get rid of evidences if there was any and then ditch him somewhere. Phil and Natasha went with him, and they told you that they'll come back to see you both once the problem is dealt with. So you closed the door and took a deep breath.

You still couldn't believe that you died today, you were dead, for a good few minutes you just didn't exist. You got your cleaning supplies from the cabinet under the sink in the kitchen and decided to scrub the blood off the wooden floor before it'll get dry, Thankfully it didn't stain.

While you were cleaning bluey was just staring at you, watching you move and breathe, he couldn't stop thinking about your lifeless body in his arms just a few moments ago and it cut him so deeply. He has never felt an unbearable pain like that. He was unable to get that image out of his head, the feeling of your heart not beating and him not being able to feel you in those moments was a memory that would never ever fade from his mind.

Once you were done cleaning you grabbed his hand and took him to get showered along with you, he had your blood all over him and that must make him feel even worse. He wasn't reacting to anything, he was awfully still and you didn't blame him for that. You both just went through something really traumatic and life changing. In fact it was so shocking and all of it happened so fast that you were not even able to grasp the seriousness of the situation just yet.

He stepped out of the tub when the blood was off his skin, grabbed a boxer, put it on and went back to the room. Then without even looking at you he climbed inside the freezer and laid down. You wanted to allow him to deal with this however he wanted to, but his distant behavior still bothered you. He was hurting and you just wanted to make him feel better.

You got dressed up as well and sat on the floor next to the freezer, with your head placed on it

"Bluey baby are you okay?" You asked him and you could hear him sobbing furiously. Fuck it, if you get a frostbite for real he'd just heal you. You climbed inside carefully to not step on him accidentally, then you snuggled him as tightly as you could, there wasn't much space and thankfully the blanket was laid on the surface so you didn't feel as if you were laying on a block of ice.

"I'm here okay? I'm okay? Look at me..That's what is worrying you right? Me dying? Me being gone?" You asked him as you caressed his head and he nodded, he wrapped his arms around your waist and hid himself between your neck, he took a few sniffs as you continued to caress him softly.

He could feel the blood pumping through your veins and your heart beating so fast in your chest, that brought him a miniscule amount of comfort, it pulled him out of the nightmare he was living in.

"Feel me I'm here baby..i won't leave you sugar, I will always be here I promise, right here where you can touch me and feel me" you mumbled in his ears and pressed soft little kisses on his cheek and then on his neck "I love you Bluey, I love you so much, thank you for saving my life today" he shook his head as you said that, he didn't save you, he cost you your life today, if it wasn't for him, a man like Rogers wouldn't have gotten his hands on you. He was the reason you died.

"You are so strong you know that? You're a god, an actual god and I feel so blessed that I found you, no matter where this life will take us I'll never regret meeting you and getting you out of that place, you didn't deserve any of that and I will do it all over again, I'll get shot again if I have to because you mean everything to me and I'll do anything to protect you" your voice choked on your tears so he cupped your cheeks and kissed you very tenderly. He wanted to savor you and the way you taste, his precious y/n. He would do anything for you as well, he'd kill several other Rogers if he have to, he'd keep you safe like you have kept him safe all this time.

He got up and carried you in his arms, then he climbed out of the freezer, it wasn't good for you to stay in there, he knew that very well. He laid you down on the bed and held you tightly, he just wanted to keep his eyes on you for now. And he wanted to feel you. You pulled his boxers down quickly and your pajamas as well, you flipped him around and got on top of him, you sat down on his cock, taking him in slowly and he groaned.

That's what he needed to feel, your warm vibrant body rather than the cold lifeless one he held in his arms just a few minutes ago.

"I am here baby" you placed your hands down on the bed, on either side of his head as you hopped up and down slowly, he cupped your cheeks as he tucked your hair and clutched them behind your head so your beautiful face would stay in his view.

You sat up and his hands grabbed your breasts, he didn't press them, he just kept his palms on your mounds and caressed the underside with his thumbs. You didn't say a word, nor did he, but you both understood each other really well, you both knew what you needed from each other, you wanted him to feel okay and he just needed to feel you.

He noticed you getting tired so he picked you up by holding your waist, flipped you on the bed effortlessly, then he wrapped your legs around him as he started thrusting in and out of you slowly. There was no rush, no urgency. Your bodies were tangled in such a manner that you couldn't even decipher where you ended and where he began, his heavy breaths fanned over your face, that cool breezy wave of air felt soothing to your wrecked nerves. He placed his head between your neck and shoulder and continued to pump his hips until he spilled inside you. Took his own sweet time but you weren't complaining.

As he filled you up he collapsed next to him and quickly turned towards you to pull you closer to him. Keep you close, he just wanted to keep you closer to him. He signed I love you to you making your eyes tear up

"I know baby, I know, I love you so much" you kissed him again and caressed his scalp until he fell asleep in your tight embrace, listening to your heartbeat like a lullaby

You tried to drift into sleep as well but you couldn't stop thinking about everything that happened today. It was the scariest and most bizarre experience of your life and especially because you didn't understand one thing. What the fuck was Rogers saying before he died? Was he trying to insult you and Bluey? Was he trying to rile him up even more? Why would he say those things about you?

You couldn't help but wonder if he was even referring to you at all.

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aur0rahearts · 1 year

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(here I go again ;w;)

could u make a little drama filled Jupiter, Mars and Y/n?

(also I hope your having an amazing day! if not, then I hope it gets better!, Keep shining like the star you are!)

*I am so sorry for taking so long 😭😭😭, I got busy but I hope the small story is good for you 🫶🏻*

⚠️TW: Depection of violence and gore⚠️

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Your body hurt

Your lungs stung as your breathed in and out rapidly. Even a slight huff felt like the walls of them were collapsing. Wounds covered every inch of your body as your feet beat harshly into the ground, your legs wobbling with each thud from them.

You never thought you would run for your life, especially from your people.

Banished and chased after by your tribe because you wanted to love someone. Monsters

“I think I heard them, over there!”

You gasped as you murmured a slight “damn it” under your breath. You picked up speed, ignoring the pain that sparked throughout your body.

You could hear them catching up, and that thought was only proven when you turned around.

There, you saw four or five guys, with torches and spears, chasing after you as they yelled for you to stop running and calling you a coward.

But you didn’t stop

No matter how bad it hurt.

You turned a corner only to enter into a open area of the jungle, a giant circle where there was no more paths to take except going through the tree covered land itself.

You turned back around to see that the men had already entered the area, trapping you into that corner of the jungle.

“Thought you could get away, you coward?” One of the men taunted.

Their spears all pointed at you, as you could feel your emotions start to bubble up.

“Awe look at them, they are shaking. The poor baby must be scared.”

They all laughed at you as your body started to shake, your legs wobbling uncontrollably as tears started to form in the corner of your eyes.

“Don’t worry, we’ll make your death quick.” The man in the middle spoke up as he raised his spear.

You put your hands up to your face, preparing for your death to come.

But it never did.

Instead, a loud growl that almost shook the area did.

You opened your eyes, not realizing you had them closed, and lifted up your head. Everyone started to look around the jungle to see where the source of that noise came from.

But all was silent again.

The man in the middle was about to take a strike at you again but a louder growl came. But this time, it was joined by a bunch of spears.

One of the spears hit the man in the middle’s leg, causing him to scream in pain as he ran away in fear. The other three started to back away until a shadowy figure jumped out of a bush and slamming onto the ground in front of them.

Crushing the man that was running away beneath him.

You gasped as you stared at the scene in front of you. The giant, shadowy figure let out another deathly growl. One that sent a shiver up your spin.

“W-what, what the hell are you?” One of the men asked as they held their spear shaking.

Before you could see the brutal scene in front of you, another figure jumped out in front of you. You nearly screamed but a gloved, torn hand closed your mouth. The figure bent down lower for you to see it’s face. It was a face you recognized too well.

“Jupiter!” You softly exclaimed, as the skeletons crooked teeth merged into a smile.

You suddenly heard the snapping of bones as Jupiter turned around. You tried to get a look at what was happening, but you couldn’t, as Jupiter swiped you up into his arms and hurriedly carried you away into the jungle.

You turned around to see that he was carrying you into a excluded area in the jungle that was only lit by a lantern that they had found. Once you arrived, he placed you down on the ground only for you to turn around and wrap your arms around his neck. Giving him kisses all over his cheek.

“Oh Jupiter! I am so happy to see you!” You exclaimed as you didn’t realize the tears that were falling down your face.

“I Am Very Happy To See That You Are Well Also, My Bunny.” He stated as he gave you a kiss on your own cheek, a slight burnt-orange colored hue on his cheek bones.

You both stayed like that for a while, until another familiar face arrived.

Mars.

A man that was covered in blood as he held a beat-up spear in his hand. You turned your head around and ran to him, not caring if the blood had gotten all over you.

“Mars!” You almost knocked him down as you kissed him in a similar fashion as you did to Jupiter. Though he did not seem to mind as he chuckled.

“Hey, sweet meat, I hope I didn’t worry ya too much while I was gone.”

You reclined back as you cupped his cheeks. Feeling the painful sting at the corner of your eyes.

“Oh, Mars…What are we going to do.” You stated as you could feel the hot tears pour down your face.

Mars gives you a sadden look as he cupped your cheeks. Jupiter coming up behind you, wrapping his long arms around your waist.

“It Will Be Okay Bunny.” Jupiter cooed as he nuzzled his face into your back.

“Yea, we will find a way to make this work.” Mars stated as he braced you into a hug, placing his chin on top of your head.

“What if it doesn’t?”

“It will, we’ll be by your side any time sweet heart.”

“Yes! We Will Be Their For Any Challenge You Go Through, Bunny! Trust Us, It Will Work Out.”

And you did trust them, with all your life. Because in the end, it did always work out.

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kuwdora · 1 year

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💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

Ohhh I got this ask several times, so I can answer it in multiple parts! Err, I might ramble a little...

As a writer I come at everything from character. Plot stems from the character, and the world building also (mostly) spins out from the character.

This is why I can write 15k or 25k and not actually have a beginning, middle, or end. I get so caught up in the process of understanding how the character is inhabiting the world and figuring out what they want. What they need. It takes me so long to narrow things down and cut things out because I’m so far inside a character’s head.

Sometimes approach a story from a “what if x happens to Character A?” (I have a like two trope-y yennskier things I want to tackle this year that start with this question). But 7 or 8 times out of 10 I’m starting with what a character is feeling and doing and rolling around in the why. All my feelings start and end there. ❤️

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

Oh, I could probably just randomly pick any of my witcher stories at this point but maybe I’ll single out Learning Curve which on the surface is just porny cuddles and softness, but I spent a lot of time working through some TWN Yen thoughts about how she is coping from season 1 and 2 events. Her upbringing and relationship with Aretuza and Tissaia and how that impacts the way she fucks up with Ciri and what she wants to try to do and be better.

This Yen also has a magical disability which throws an emotional/psychological/logistical wrench into her plans about how to teach Ciri, too. Sure, Yen got her powers back from Voleth Meir, but what if there was still a physical/magical consequence for using up so much of her chaos in the first place? The wear and tear on her body can’t just go away, even if she can get her magic back.

I want to write more about Yen and magical disability and explore teacher/student dynamic with Ciri and when/if it can cross into a mother/daughter dynamic that I felt more acutely in the books and games.

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Ah!! Yes, okay. My puppetskier story Coin Operated Boy will feature Shani for a few scenes. It’s going to be sweet and endearing and funny. But!! Let me share with you the first meeting between Shani and Jaskier. This is not in the puppetskier story because I’m writing and publishing this in a very non-linear order but I want to share anyway cause I am EXCITED.

Some context: I’m casting a young Jessica Sula as Shani, and this Shani is going to be maybe a little genderqueer. And when Jaskier first meets Shani, he’s a little hungover and has been going through some things so he’s not at his best.

I’m enjoying writing Shani and Jaskier’s dynamic, mostly from a point of view where Shani actually doesn’t know who Jaskier is as a performer or professor because she’s been too busy doing her own thing. Jaskier hasn’t always been around for her to meet first or second-hand. The intergenerational friendship is a big deal to me to explore and tease, which is largely a contrast and parallel for when Jaskier was first setting out on his adventures with a monster slayer.

Bedside Manner Shani & Jaskier warning for implied alcohol abuse ~1800w

A gentle boot kicked Jaskier awake. Gulls. Clop of hooves. Distant yelling and chatter. He didn’t remember falling asleep down near the harbor.

Stabbing pain gouged Jaskier behind his eyes. He refused to open them to see what kicked him. He tried rolling over, his chin knocking into the corner of something, and instead he folded his arm and turned the other way. Horseshit wafted in the air, mingling with the scents of fish and piss. Maybe he should get up after all.

The boot kicked him again, but not with the heavy intent of harm.

“Hey.”

Jaskier was cold and stiff and he pulled his sleeves down. Pulled himself away from the repeated kick. Gentle, but still annoying.

“What,” he muttered.

“Wake up.”

The voice was bossy, but warm. Jaskier’s stomach clenched in pain and he scrunched his face. Last night hadn’t gone as planned, judging from the aches in his body. He remembered making it to a cot at some point to sleep off the drinking game, but he was outside now. His mouth was sandpaper dry. Coppery-taste on the inside of his lip and cheek and the faint taste of semen in his mouth.

Why did morning exist and why was someone bothering him?

“No,” Jaskier said and pulled the collar of his coat up to protect him from the sea breeze. He kept his eyes shut and feet shuffled beside him. The creak of wood beside his ear was like an anvil being dropped on his head. “Fuck.”

Jaskier rubbed his face which did little good to improve his situation. He opened his eyes, had a fuck-all time clearing the gunk from his vision, and regretted the daylight immediately. He blocked out the sun with his hand and hazarded a glance upwards.

A child peered at him from the cart that Jaskier was leaning against. He squinted at the street urchin, bronze skin with large brown eyes and curly, cropped hair that seemed to be an unnatural shade of red. Cherubic. Precocious. Someone looking for opportunity.

“I don’t have anything worth stealing,” Jaskier said and thought about getting up and decided against it when the needles inside his head told him not to move.

“Got that right. Saw three fellas feeling you up before I came over. Lucky you still have your boots,” the boy said.

“My boots are shit,” Jaskier said.

“Which is why you still have ‘em, I guess,” the boy agreed.

Jaskier sighed and his head lolled back, closing his eyes, and trying to find the will get to his feet.

He felt an odd pressure on the top of his head and tried to look up but something rolled down the side of his face and into his lap. It was a piece of fruit.

“Bwuh?”

“Hungry?” the boy asked.

“Eh,” Jaskier said and wiped off the fruit with his sleeve. He looked up at the child. “Not so keen on taking a…pear? from a strange child on the street first thing in the morning.”

“It’s afternoon,” the boy said.

Jaskier looked around again and supposed that was true enough.

“You pass out here often?” the boy asked and Jaskier picked at the stem of the pear and shrugged.

“Here, there. I am a man of the city,” he said and turned the bruised pear around in his hand.

“Did you vomit before or after you passed out? Think that’s your piss or someone else’s?” the boy asked and looked over his shoulder at the cobblestones Jaskier had slept upon.

“What?” Jaskier asked and frowned, looking down at his trousers and the ground and his head jerked back up. He hadn’t been sick—or remembered being sick, but that was beside the point. The scratch of a pencil was loud in his ears, inciting a new round of pain. He knew the tell-tale scribbling when he heard it.

Jaskier kneaded his eye and leaned forward, bracing a hand on the wheel of the cart and dragged himself to his feet. He got himself a proper look at the boy who was less of a boy and more of a gangly adolescent wearing a well-fitted green tunic. Clean, well-fed. Maybe not a street urchin, but still looked like a child.

A wave of vertigo passed over Jaskier and he braced himself against the cart, watching the boy write something in his notebook. “What’re you writing?”

“Patient notes,” the boy said.

“What? Huh,” Jaskier said, his hands moving before his brain caught up, and he swiped the notebook from the kid’s lap. Name, age, weight, symptoms were left blank but the child had written down a brief physical description along with a few notes under medical history. He read: Patient has a likely history of alcohol abuse. Damage to his liver suspected. Inquire about family history??? The words swam in Jaskier’s vision. He really should go lie down after drinking some water.

“I’m a medical student,” the boy said. Jaskier squinted at him. He looked too young to be at the university.

“You look too young to be at the university,” he said.

The boy grabbed the notebook back and twirled the pencil around in his hand. “I’m almost fifteen. What are you, 10 stone?” he asked, looking Jaskier up and down.

“Right,” Jaskier said. “Good luck with that,” and turned around and began making his way back to the town. The more he moved, the more wafting smell of fried fish was going to make Jaskier hurl.

“I’m not done yet, hold on,” the boy said and Jaskier gave the urchin a sidelong glance and he held out his notebook again. “Do you have a headache?”

“Splitting,” Jaskier said.

“Nausea?” the boy asked.

“Sloshy,” Jaskier said.

“Sensitivity to light?”

“I am quite hungover, thank you so much for your concern,” Jaskier said and turned a corner and slipped the pear into the palm of a old woman sitting on a stoop.

“Ohhh, I do have something for that,” the boy said. Jaskier almost didn’t bother stopping but the hopeful note in the boy’s voice seeped through the nausea. The promise of relief was too much to ignore. He turned around and the boy had leaned against the side of the building and was digging through his shoulder bag. “9? 10 stone? 9 stone just to be safe,” the boy said.

Jaskier wandered back. “I don’t have any coin for any tinctures you have there.”

“I don’t need coin. I only need to finish my report after you take this,” the boy said. He muttered something to himself and held out a large glass bottle at Jaskier. “Drink that water first. All of it.”

“You’re kind of bossy for a kid,” Jaskier said and uncapped the bottle, giving it a wary sniff.

The boy shrugged and uncapped a light green vial and poured a little on his finger and gave it a lick, nodding at himself and then handed Jaskier the vial. “It’s mostly ginger,” the boy said.

“So why should I trust you? Especially if I’m not paying you for this little remedy here.”

“I get extra credit for helping the stupid and poor,” the boy said. Jaskier frowned. The fucking nerve of the kid. Jaskier has now upgraded him from child to nuisance kid.

“Some bedside manners you have there,” Jaskier said.

“We haven’t covered that unit yet,” the nuisance kid said.

“Ah, well then,” Jaskier said. “To your education,” he said and raised the vial in a toast and tipped it back. It tasted…green.

He frowned and dropped the vial in the boy’s open shoulder bag. He tongued the roof of his mouth. “You make this yourself?” he asked. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Shani, and yes I made it. What good would it be if I had someone else do my homework for me? That’s how you’re supposed to learn, by doing it,” Shani said.

“If only all students were as sensible as you. Good job,” Jaskier said, and plucked the notebook from the bag and went flipped through the pages. Patients A through D were people Shani must be picking up from the streets, judging from the notes.

Jaskier helped himself to the pencil but Shani grabbed it and the notebook.“It’s not very nice to dig through somebody’s stuff.”

“Fair enough. What else do you need from me?” Jaskier said. His stomach rumbled loud enough that Shani’s eyes widened slightly. “Let’s keep moving away from the fried smells, eh?” he suggested and began walking, motion Shani to come along.

“Alright. What’s your name?” Shani said, flipping to a page in his notebook and following after Jaskier.

“Julian Alfred Panktraz,” he said. “P-A-N-K-R-A-T-Z,” he added helpfully.

“Age?”

“Timeless.”

Shani made a noise and Jaskier glanced over, watching him write down refuses to disclose age.

“Any other symptoms I should know about pertaining to your current health?” the nuisance kid asked.

“I’ve got an itch on my left toe that won’t go away—probably because of my boots. I seem to have lost most of my coin in a drinking game and I’m not quite sure whose company I enjoyed last night, but the memory problems are probably because of the drinking. I have trouble sleeping because I can’t seem to work out the third verse of my current ballad, but that’s more symptomatic of inherit heartbreak and loss of a decades-long friendship. Or maybe the heartache is from the terror seeping into Oxenfurt because of the war that’s happened—or the war that’s likely to come. No one seems to care how Oxenfurt has changed. The people aren’t like they were before. I don’t know why everybody else can’t see it. I mean, I know why…pretending something isn’t happening is easier than acknowledging the truth. I don’t know how to tell the story of what’s happening because… Fear isn’t easy to… to deal with when you’re alone,” he said, stymied by the next wave of nausea.

Shani paused his scribbling, clearly not knowing what to make of that.

Jaskier rubbed his face—his lips felt funny—and and shrugged. “You asked.”

“Oookay,” he said.

Shani closed his notebook and nodded at Jaskier. “I think I have everything I need. How do you feel?”

Jaskier patted himself down. Still nauseous, but not actively feeling like he was going to vomit. “Better. Top marks for you,” he said and Shani grinned.

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mejomonster · 1 year

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Silent Reading, chapter 52. First, I could quote the entire chapter. This interrogation is how far I'd read up to the novel last time and I remembering being impressed with priests writing of the girls pov. Second, I find it enticing that Fei Du gives a clichéd speech and Tao Ran says "wow that's so long winded I thought you were possessing him Luo Wenzhou." Because for one, Fei Du just came into the station having followed Luo Wenzhous recent "clichéd long winded" similar advice, and Luo Wenzhou recently gave thar advice to Fei Du on his birthday. It's a quick turnaround on how much Fei Du picks up from Luo Wenzhou, copies in his own behavior, thinks about and remembers. And also... directed at a child recently traumatized? I suspect maybe Police Officer Luo said a similar clichéd speech to Fei Du when he was young. And Fei Du, paralleling this girl? Well on some level since his own tragedy he's certainly thought about hurting people from then on (like this girl has actually done), and he may even have hurt people as a child like she was made to (i don't have full details yes but he clearly blames himself for his moms death and... the show implied dad was having him abuse animals and people). So he's probably thinking about how condescending Luos speeches felt when he was a child, how it made him lash out and say "I'll kill X, I'll Strangle you this way!" Etc and now he's hoping it'll push the girl to reveal her anger at being considered this way similarly. I did not catch this last time I read the scene...

Likewise, for Tao Ran probably and Captain Luo for sure, that clichéd speech to the child MUST ring familiar as stuff they've said to Fei Du. (And if I wanted to go super speculative about it... what are the odds teen Fei Du felt that Officer Luo also "ignored" him and focused on work or his own life instead of him, like Fei Du was just "the job", like he was just "a pitiful victim" to wrap up... the way Fei Du is treating her now to provoke her. Potentially because it provoked him as a teen too? Now we know secretly Officer Luo was constantly asking Tao Ran do X do Y give Fei Du this, and even rhe simple act of being in his life and taking him with Luo and Tao instead of leaving Fei Du with his dad was a monumental decision and probably not exactly normal - not supposed to get wrapped up in victims private lives for years. So we know in retrospect teen Fei Du felt Luo Wenzhou was distant cause he was trying to minimize the fights and figured Fei Du would be even angrier if he tried to be closer, because they probably weren't even supposed to be basically raising this teen victim - it's not normal procedure at ALL and Luo was NOT supposed to be looking into fei dus moms case as long as he did either. So he had many reasons to be distant and seem the way he did - and frankly who knows if some fights were precisely him NOT understanding Fei Dus mentality was like this girl's, that fei du felt a monster and wanted it acknowledged which was incompatible with Luo trying to raise him to be a certain way and so they'd argue. The difference being at least Fei Du HAD Luo Wenzhou, had him nonstop for years to encourage him to want other things than what this girl wants now, was encouraging Tao Ran to do the same for Fei Du. And once Fei Du could be moderately gentle, bejng around Tao Ran and able to accept him was also bringing in really kind constructive viewpoints and behavior. Like... at once Fei Du entirely unfortunately relates to this girl's anger at an adult dismissing her anger and actions and pitying her and treating her like a job. He's been there. But unlike this girl he had those people bugging him, Raising him practically, for years, steering him out of acting on those impulses - quite strictly as far as Luo could from what we know- and giving him nonstop acceptance and love where this girl... Lang qiao can't even stand to be near. Was Fei Du like that. Would someone besides Luo Wenzhou have abandoned him, hated to be near him? It's an intense level of tragedy. And what is going to happen to her now.

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Luo Wenzhou took a deep breath, looked at Fei Du for a while, then wordlessly went towards Director Lu’s office.

Twenty minutes later, Fei Du, holding two cartons of ice cream, walked into the room temporarily being used to hold Su Luozhan. He put the cartons on a little table. “Do you want some? Which one?”

Su Luozhan looked at him, hesitating a moment, then pointed to the strawberry one.

Fei Du left her the strawberry, taking the other carton himself. He got his earbuds and phone out of his pocket, opened a livestream of a basketball game, crossed his legs, and watched while he ate, ignoring her.

The two sat in mutual silence for a while. At first Su Luozhan was calm, not making any eye-contact with him. When she’d eaten half the ice cream and found the other party showed no signs of speaking, she finally couldn’t resist giving Fei Du a look on her own initiative. Her gaze swept over Fei Du’s shirt and phone, finally falling on his wrist laying on the table.

Her head tilted, Su Luozhan considered his watch for a moment, then gently tapped the floor twice with the tip of her foot. “Is your watch real?”

Fei Du may not have heard; he made no response.

Su Luozhan waited a while, then reached a finger across the table and lightly tapped twice on the side of his phone.

Finally alerted, Fei Du pulled out one earbud. “Yes, what is it?”

The volume on his phone was very loud. In the quiet room, you could hear the shouting of the commentator leaking out of the earbud.

Su Luozhan bit a corner of her plastic spoon. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you going to question me?”

“Oh, my colleagues are busy, they made me come over to keep an eye on you.” Fei Du seemed unwilling to tear himself away from the screen. He spared her only a second’s glance before turning back to the game, answering very absently.

When others asked her this and that, this girl would play the fool; but when others weren’t interested in her, she seemed to feel dissatisfied.

At first Su Luozhan looked at Fei Du from time to time. When she finished her ice cream, she simply stared at him, voluntarily opening a conversation. “Are you also with the police?”

“A trainee,” Fei Du answered indolently.

“Are trainees very rich?” Su Luozhan raised her brows in a very adult fashion. “Your watch looks pretty expensive. Is it the real deal, or a quality fake?”

Fei Du seemed to think her words were very funny. First he raised his brows in astonishment; then he spoke, unable to hold back a smile. “You know what a ‘quality fake’ is? Little girl, who taught you that?”

Su Luozhan’s expression hardened at once, clearly affronted by his disrespectful attitude of teasing a small child.

She remembered this man with the wounded left arm. At the old Su residence, he’d also treated her like this. It seemed like he didn’t believe that she could do anything, and didn’t believe she could pose any threat, either.

Finding you’d successfully practiced a deception would generally cause satisfaction. But this satisfaction couldn’t endure, because in “acting the swine to eat the tiger,” the important point was generally to “eat the tiger.” There was no pleasure in always acting the swine, especially when people treated you like one.

Su Luozhan bit her lip, carefully assessing whether he really wasn’t interested in her or whether he was only putting it on. After a while, she couldn’t resist half-seriously throwing out some bait. She answered, “Those uncles taught me.”

Fei Du paused, but he didn’t ask her, “Which uncles?” He only very pityingly, with some placating perfunctoriness, said to her, “It’ll be all right now, rest assured.”

This manner made Su Luozhan feel like she’d put a foot wrong going downstairs. She couldn’t resist following up, “You mean I’ll be all right?”

“I mean, there won’t be anymore bad guys hurting you. As for the question of how to deal with you now, we’ll have to see, although the problem isn’t serious, and you’re still young. You won’t have to bear criminal responsibility. I would guess you’ll be taken into care.” Fei Du thought about it, then finally paused his damned basketball game, seeming to remember his “police” duties. He opened his beautiful peach blossom eyes wide, but out of his mouth came a string of clichés addressed to the girl: “You children have no self-awareness. You get used by people and don’t know what’s happened. Child, the past is past. When you get out, you have to study hard, not think of these messy things anymore. The road ahead of you is still long…”

Tao Ran had taken advantage of their mutual delays to take a nap in front of the surveillance feed. He’d just woken up when he heard this string and hastily rubbed his eyes. “Heavens, that’s Fei Du… With this long-windedness, I thought you were possessing him!”

Luo Wenzhou kicked his chair.

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beizhiwendy0318 · 2 years

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The most important meaning

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Tom’s character:Loki

PAIRING:Loki / reader

GENRE:Hurt/Comfort,Drama，Romantic

WRITING IN THE FRONT:

Hi, everyone, It's Beizhi Ning. It was my first time to try to write a story in English. It was very difficult for me, but I found it very interesting after I tried. If I have some bad English usage or wrong grammar, please forgive me, I will learn and correct slowly. A big thank you and love to my dear friend F@tomhiddlestonfanfic , whose encouragement gives me a lot of confidence, and who I think is the best writer ever.

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"You're always so mean, Loki." Before you slam the door and run away from the house, you shout at him and tears flow out of your eyes.

In fact, after confirming your relationship with Loki, this is one of the few times you yelled at him. It's never because you are afraid of his divine identity, but because you love him.

Every time he says mean words, you can turn it into a self-protection mechanism when he loses his sense of security. The young god who lacks love should eat more sweet candy in love, so you should be an adult who gives him sugar.

However, you are no less insecure than him. Every time he say those words to you after he is sad and angry,you don't seem to be hurt, but in fact, you will be very frightened.

Although you firmly believe that he will not hurt you from the bottom of your heart, you will be stung by his words such as "in fact, I don't love you at all, Little girl".

You think so, wandering at the crossroads, you only feel heartache like fragmentation. You know he'll know where you are - as long as he wants. But whatever.

You laughed at yourself and looked at the traffic in front of you. You just felt that the scene in front of you was a little unreal.

You murmured, "Loki, is it really the right decision to love you?"

The sound of the door being slammed was infinitely amplified in his ear.

Loki looked at your departure in amazement. After a long time, he paced slowly and sadly to the sofa. "She'll never come back."

He sighed, with a sad look in his eyes. He doesn't know what happened in just a few minutes ago. He just remembers that you came back later than usual today. Then, under a strong sense of insecurity, his words changed their tone after seeing you - it seems that such hurtful words have become his ability to protect himself. In fact, he didn't want to.

He looked around the empty room and looked at the picture you painted on the wall. It was you and him.

He was even more sad. "Even you are lying to me..." His eyes moved away from the painting, memories came to his mind, and he closed his eyes painfully

—— They're all the same. I don't deserve to be loved. I just a monster that people trying to beat.Odin，Frigga，Thor... Even you. You're all liars. You're all lying to me.

Loki didn't even realize,in a state of extreme tension and depression, he broke the glass on the table by magic.

You finally returned to your home. Loki is lying on the sofa and looks like sleeping.

Looking at the mess on the table, you sighed. As soon as you were ready to clean up, the sound came from the side.

"... who did I think it was? Didn't you say you'd never come back?"

As always, with cold ridicule, his voice is a little more trembling in your ears.

You ignored his cold words, just silently buried your head and picked up the pieces of glass.

Loki looked at you without saying a word. The panic in his heart and the determination that you will eventually leave were clearer, and the words he spit out were more mean. "Listen, I don't need your mercy at all."

"I don't need your cheap sympathy for me. Do you understand, Y/N, I don't love...,"

SMACK!

You finally couldn't help it. When you slapped him in the face, you saw his amazement and disbelief. When there was only an echo in the room, you noticed that your whole right hand was shaking.

"... Sorry." You looked at him carefully, and your eyes were red. He seems to have calmed down in this slap,too. He lonely sat back on the sofa and looked at you who didn't respond for a long time.

"You don't have to leave, it's me to leave. Asgard, Jotunheim, or anywhere else in the atrium, I can..."

"No." You interrupt him, "no one needs to leave, Loki. I'm too tired. I just want to go back to bed. Let's discuss this tomorrow."

When you ran away from the living room against his eyes and went back to bed to wrap yourself in the quilt, you still couldn't accept the fact that you slapped him.

Not good memories emerge from your mind.

You think of your predecessor. In those days, you were still an innocent little girl, who automatically assumed the position of protected requester in love, and your predecessor, he also promised to protect you forever.

Until you slapped him in a fierce quarrel. He slammed the door. And when you panic through the streets of the city to apologize, you find that he is laughing with other women. He looks much happier than when he is with you. You will never forget that moment when the whole world that belonged to you fell apart in an instant.

After that, your temperament has changed greatly. You fall in love again after a few years, but it's not the same as it was then. You become sensitive and worry about gain and loss in love.

You can toss and turn all night for a lover's word, and even constantly lower your bottom line and change your principles.But, without exception, they all broke up with you.

Before you met Loki, you thought you'd never fall in love again. But you still fell in love with him and walked into the life of the God of mischief.

...

You don't know how long later, when Loki calmed down from the living room and returned to the room, you were already asleep.

But you didn't sleep well. Because you're crying.

You seem to have a long dream.

In your dream, you see your cheating first love and your predecessors who complain about you. Just as you were almost swallowed by them, Loki appeared. He drove them away from you and hugged you tightly.

When you wake up, the sun is already shining in the whole room. You look around the room and Loki is not there.

You breathe. In fact, you haven't figured out how to face your lover, but when you go out of the bedroom and find him coming out of the kitchen, you're still stunned for a moment.

"... Good morning." You try to say morning to him, sit at the table and watch the breakfast he prepared for you,which something that hasn't happened before.

You suddenly think of yesterday's dream again. You look up at him and your voice is a little choked. "Great breakfast. I like it very much." He felt the change in your look, "but you're crying." "I'm moved." You shook your head and put a sandwich in your mouth to suppress your emotions. "Loki, do you God cook so delicious...?"

Loki suddenly squats down and looks at you. "In fact, you can show your real emotions, honey." You look at his flashing eyelashes and deep and sincere eyes, and tears suddenly fall down.

"I..."

You spoke almost at the same time, which almost broke your tears into laughter. He motioned you to say first, so you whispered, "I'm sorry I hit you yesterday..." You sighed.

You thought you would hear his cold hum, but you only felt that he helped you smooth your messy hair. "It doesn't matter. It's not the first time I've been beaten..." His voice grew smaller and smaller in your reproachful eyes. Finally, Loki kept silent and smiled gently. "But I do want to say, baby, you beat far worse than Jane's slap at that time."

You pretend to lift your arm again, when he suddenly wrapped his big hand around your little hand.

"Darling, listen to me."

"I'm very, very, very sorry about yesterday and the past."

A trace of disbelief flashed in your eyes and was well covered up by you. If you remember correctly, this is the first time he apologized to you.

You suddenly feel very sour in your heart. You shake your head desperately, "No... Loki, in fact, you don't need to apologize. It's me..."

He interrupted, "it's my problem. I haven't been able to know so many things you've experienced before for so long..." This time it's your turn to freeze. You look at him in a daze until he speaks again and can't speak.

"I'm sorry I entered your memories and dreams without your permission yesterday."

"Why haven't you mentioned this before?" Your softest and most vulnerable place seems to be pierced by him. You shake your head, "I don't want you to see the fragile me. I want to protect you.I know you are God. In fact, you are much stronger than me, but I just want to protect you."

He reached out and wiped the tears off your cheeks. "I know."

"You don't know." You shake your head gently. "Loki, no matter what you think, my love for you has never changed." You look at him firmly, "I hope you will always be yourself in your relationship. I want to give you as much security as possible."

It seems that he didn't expect you to say this. Loki's hand wiping your tears suddenly stops. You raise his hand, hold it and continue talking. "Moreover, you should believe that there are many people in the world who love you.Odin, Frigga, Thor, the people of Asgard, and me. We all love you very much."

"You were born with a glorious purpose. You are a very important and important existence in the universe. If you don't trust others, at least trust me."

Seeing the tall figure in front of you, who dodged your eyes like a child while you were talking, and became trembling and choking,you touched his cheek softly and kissed the corners of his eyes gently.

"You are neither a monster nor a bad person. You are my lover."

You have never said these words to him before, even if they have been hidden in your heart for a long time. You are always afraid that such words will make him fall into the vortex of emotion in the past, but today, at this moment, you think it's time.

"As long as you like, I will always be by your side. I'm just a mortal, maybe it doesn't matter to you, but I swear, in my limited life, I won't leave you."

You always looked into his eyes sincerely. After saying these words, you hugged him tightly, and he firmly responded to the hug in a moment. He shook his head and revised your words. "No.You never unimportant. You are my most important meaning in the universe."

"I swear in the name of Asgard that I will protect you forever and will never leave you, my love."

"I love you."

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creators-novel · 1 year

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Castor sleepily pokes around in some bushes trying to find anything that even remotely resembles a crystal, “(This mission…is just getting silly.)”

Indigo excitedly climbs up a tree and happily chants, “Yeet yeet yeeeeeeeet!” as she does. “Careful, dear.”, Selena calls, keeping a very close eye on her rambunctious daughter.

“(Wait a minute-)”, Castor thinks, “(Can this suit pick up on energy signatures?) …ehh- suit? Pick up familiar energy signatures from the crystals?” The suit responds accordingly, and it reveals on a holographic screen that there are two Gaia Crystals nearby, both in the same location. Indigo and Selena look over and catch a glimpse of the hologram as Castor is about to head that way. Indigo runs up and catches him by the sleeve.

“Castor!”

“Yes?”

“Don’t go over there, there’s an evil thingy!”

“Huh-?”

Selena walks up, “I’ve always felt suspicious energy from that area… But if there are crystals over there… then we’ll take the risk. Indigo, stay close to me please.” Indigo clings to her mother’s skirt as they carry on.

After following the set path, they soon come to a part of a forest that feels… off. The three notices in the distance what looks like an old cave sealed shut and covered in runes. Selena points forward, “That’s it, right there.” “It looks like a tomb”, Castor observes. Indigo clings tighter onto her mother, “It’s full of baaad energies. Mommy told me to stay away and never touch it.”

They carefully and slowly get closer to this tomb, and they see that embedded in it are the two crystals. “Finally.”, Castor steps forward to retrieve the gems but as he does, he begins to notice old signs scattered about the area.

“Stay Away”

“Monster Within”

“DO NOT GO INSIDE”

Castor tilts his head, confused, “What…?” He does some investigating and finds only more signs, the sheer number of warnings becomes dizzying to look at.

“He will make the World turn Black”

“This World Will Fall”

“He is the Void.”

“He must stay here for Eternity”

“DO NOT RELEASE V Y Z”

At that moment, Castor realizes what his dream was about, it was a premonition, another warning!

“…No…”

Selena gingerly puts a hand on Castor’s shoulder, “Castor? Are you ok?”

“…I get why you told her never to come here-“

Just then, the group hears a “CRASH” behind them. They whip around and see what can be described as a robotic version of Castor, with menacing, glowing red eyes.

“Mommy…? What is that?”

“Is that- me-?”

The bot ignores them and does a quick scan of the area, immediately locking onto the two crystals. It rushes towards them, nearly knocking over Exisite in the process, then tries to pull the gems out via false telekinesis. “WAIT! NO!”, Exisite counters with his own power, but this does little to stop the automaton as it ZAPS him with a field of electricity, pushing him into the ground. It grabs the crystals, but just as it’s about to fly away, the tomb illuminates with purple light. “Ugh-! SELENA!”, Exisite shouts, “Get Indigo and RUN!” “Ok!”, Selena does just that. “Nooo! Exisyyyyyy!!!”, Indigo cries as she’s pulled away from the scene. Exisite grabs a walkie-talkie from his belt and calls, “Delta! Delta, come in!”

Back at the base, Delta, a young tech prodigy who had been staying with the team, and who sees Castor as a mighty warrior for justice, picks up his walkie and asks, “Delta here! What’s your status, Castor?”

“Is DarkClaw there!?”

Hearing his name, DarkClaw gets up and says into the walkie, “Yeah fam, what’s up?”

“We might have a problem-! This metal-me took off with two of the crystals. But the real problem is that it released something it shouldn’t have!!”

The door to the tomb opens, and a grotesque, purple glow emanates from within as demonic cries can be heard, as if erupting from the depths of the underworld itself. DarkClaw and Delta hear the chaos from their walkie.

“Crap-!”

“Wh-What is that?! Should we go check it out?”

The shining light is like a beacon and the cacophonous screams start to garner attention from all over. Heroes, villains, and civilians alike watch as this entropy spills into their lands.

“It’s too dangerous.”, Exisite says breathlessly as he hides behind a tree.

“Then run, man!”, DarkClaw barks as he takes the walkie from Delta.

“I can’t do that- I gotta stop this somehow.”

“Castor Kurai, I order you to return home immediately!”

“…”

“Castor?”, Delta asks to confirm he’s still there.

Just then, Nave, a vigilante and old friend (slash rival) of DarkClaw and Ex appears to figure out just what exactly is happening here. Realizing this fight will be easier with two people, Exisite stands his ground. He whispers into his walkie, “No. I can’t afford to run now.”

As if on cue, a suspicious man steps out from the tomb as the erratic energy clears up. Everything he wears is black: his hood, his long sinister coat; his face can hardly be seen, other than his deathly, orange eyes. He stretches and yawns as if he was awoken from a very long nap, and the first thing he sees is Nave approaching him as he asks, “And just who might you be?”

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globophobicligyrophobiccontent · 2 years

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Cookie Run Ligyrophobic/Globophobic Headcanons and Scenarios (Part 2)

Back again with something simple, I'm feeling like writing this days, so I'll do my best.

Only two characters this time because I was tired, but I'm open for request!

Again, sorry if some of this feel Out of Character, it's to fit more into context and for comfort, so they will be very flexible.

~ CREAM UNICORN COOKIE 🦄🍪 ~

- As the protector of the amusement park, they are hyperempathic, Cream Unicorn can feel how everyone is feeling on the park. When they felt someone (You) isn't feeling comfortable with something, will come flying as fast as they can.

- "Hey dear, what's wrong? Are you not having a good time? What can I do for you to feel better?"

- It's hard for you to admit your "silly fear", Cream Unicorn worked so hard to make the night at the park special for everyone.

- After asking so much and so nicely, you confess to them that the balloons popping and the fireworks are scaring/bothering you a little, and you would love a little peace.

- "Oh dear, that's what was bothering you? I'm so sorry for not noticing before, I'm going to fix this for you faster than chocolate chiptah!" (Ingredient animal pun intended)

- And before you notice, you were on a table with delicious cream treats, on a quiet zone of the food stans, no balloons from the games zone near, and the fireworks where far enough to not scared you. On your lap, there was a gift box nicely wrapped with your name on it, so you opened to find a pair beautiful pastel colored headphones, great for protection those ears whenever you needed.

- Now Cream Unicorn Cookie knows that no balloons or fireworks for you (Even tho they love giving balloons to everyone in the park and having a good view of the fireworks) They understand.

- From time to time they try to see if you are more comfortable with balloons, showing you that there's nothing to fear. They leave some at your door on your birthday, but you know it's not with bad intentions, and you appreciate it.

~ Red Velvet Cookie v2🍪 🍰 ~

- You were walking back to the oven with Red Velvet Cookie. You and him were collecting some wild ingredients for more Cake Hounds.

- Even though you only started hanging out with Red Velvet and everything was new with him, but what you saw when you entered the oven room was scarier that 1000 witches.

- It seems like Poison Mushroom Cookie sneaked in and filled the floor of the room with balloons. Chiffon and a newbaked hound were chasing some balloons that where bouncing around.

- "Surpriiiiiseeee...! Happy birthday Red Velvet, heheheh... Let's bake some cake for the partieeeeee..." Poison Mushroom's head was on the clouds again. "No buddy, that is in two weeks, not today... Look at all this mess, we should clean up before start baking. Up everyone! Now, start cleaning here!" Ref Velvet said on his commander voice, making the Cake Hounds obedient for a moment, and Poison Mushroom started tidying things up.

- You looked tensed, but Red Velvet keep walking like nothing. He thought that the spooky vibes of the over made you feel weak again.

- Red Velvet tried to pick up some of the balloons, but the claws of his cake monster hand popped them.

- He wasn't ready for the scared scream that came out of your mouth, even the cake hounds and Poison Mushroom Cookie stopped what they were doing and looked at you.

- "Hey now, wowowow y/n, is everything ok here? Did you get hurt? Answer" You were trembling, with a "normal" face because you wouldn't want to make a scene.

- "Yes Red Velvet, I'm f-fine, I just, I just, REMEMBERED I HAVE SOMETHING TO DO NOW I HAVE TO GO BYE GOOD LUCK YOU TWO-"

- "But wait, what is wrong? You were ok just a moment ago, it's something wrong? I thought we were going to bake hounds together..."

- "Yesyesyes it's just I remember I have to gather some-" * POP * Chiffon bited too hard one of the balloons "*EEEEEEEK*" you tried to bury a scream, just letting a little pain sound to go out, while jumping a little.

- Red Velvet looked around and then looked at the balloon that was on his cookie hand, trying to connect points. "Are this balloons bothering you...?" Putting the balloon near you, making you give some awkward steps back.

- "N-no no of course not don't be silly, I just need to go now-", you tried to get to the doors, but Poison Mushroom was blocking the door, and they had some balloons too, looking you right in your eyes like they always do, like if they could read your mind.

- "Oh I see, everything is ok, so it doesn't matter if I do THIS?!" Said Red Velvet as he hold the balloon near you with his monster hand, teasing you with popping it, wich make you take another step back, as you give him a grim look of fearful pain, waiting for it to pop.

- "OOOOOH OK YES THAT'S IT IT'S THE BALLOONS BUT PLEASE DON'T POP IT" You said in a weak scaredy voice.

- Red couldn't say anything but laughed out loud, with an "evil" maniac laugh. "BWAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA YOU TRULY ARE A COOKIE FULL OF SURPRISES" Red Velvet said as he wiping away tears from laughing. You took this a little personal, but knew deep inside he wouldn't do anything to hurt you "Hey it's not that funny! It's not like I have a choice after all..." You said, thinking Red Would take you seriously.

- "First the fireworks, and now this, ahahahahah, you never end to surprise me, y/n. Do not worry, we are going to find a solution... UNLESS I DO THIS!" said Red as he puts the balloon near you again, making you wimp again. "Ahahahaha, how did you survive until now like that? Ok, now it's time clean here for real this time! Poison Mushroom Cookie, you and I will take this balloons somewhere else, y/n, take Chiffon and this other Cakehound to their compartments, clean the table and get the ingredients ready." Said Red Velvet Cookie on a serious leader voice again, and you had it easy, at least you wouldn't have to see those balloons again. "Let's move everyone!"

- Even though he made fun of you, Red Velvet Cookie was very careful picking up the balloons with his cake monster hand, besides, it would be useless to have a cookie scared to do anything on the kitchen. But if by accident one of them pooped, he would verbally check if you are ok and reassure you. He's great with affirmations when he wants to.

- "You are doing great y/n, keep it going" "Sorry, that was my fault, is everything ok y/n?" "We're almost over here, let's go! Hang on a little more, you though cookie!" His commander voice was sure reassuring, now you see (or hear) how he is a great commander for the Cake Hounds.

- After this little incident, he usually test your fear from time to time, mostly as a joke, but deep down he thinks exposure therapy can help make you a more though cookie. "Y/N CATCH THIS" "Y/N take this for me" are usually hear as he gives you a balloon or tries to play don't let the balloon touch the ground.

- He just wants the best for you, even when that usually comes with questions like "Why?" "How?" "It's just a balloon, noise can't hurt you(But my cake army can!)". You know he isn't trying to be rude.

- But Red Velvet Cookie is very compassionate towards you, so he never tolds anyone about it.

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good morning you can imagine where the slashers are watching tv and find out that the reader made a horror movie (english is not my first language so if there is any mistake, sorry)

Pennywise :

He wasn't really paying attention to the movie at first, but it quickly got more interesting when you showed up and visibly tensed up.

It made him look up and notice why you had so suddenly frozen. He saw you on TV, covered in blood and a twisted smile on your face.

A smile matching your own graced his face as he turned around to look at you and asked in an amused voice :

"Wanna explain, sugar ?"

You sighed loudly, knowing you couldn’t get out of this one..

"I was a collaborator to the realisation of a horror movie when I was young and played in it. There’s nothing to explain."

His smirk and interest only grew as he straightened up in his chair to have a better look at the screen. He then patted the place next to him, telling you to seat.

You knew he wouldn’t accept no for an answer so you did and Pennywise started making you nervous by looking far too serious for someone watching a movie.

At the end, he turned back towards you with a wide grin.

"I must say..You would have done one Hell of a slasher. You gave me goosebumps."

You forced yourself not to interject that he couldn’t get goosebumps and only offered him a polite smile.

"I’m glad you liked my performance. But, as I said, it was a long time ago and I didn’t know they had the movie here.."

Pennywise shrugged.

"Still. Blood looks good on you."

You gave him a disapproving look, but he only grinned boyishly before getting up and giving you the dvd back.

"Hide it. Better me than any of the others. Besides, I like to think of myself as privileged of having this little secret between us, Y/N."

It’s the first time Pennywise called you without your title in front. It was usually Nurse Y/N, mama bear or nice nurse..Somehow, it made you flustered and Pennywise picked up on the slight change in your heartbeat. He smiled.

"Be careful..You almost lost control for a second there. I wonder why ?"

The knowing twinkle in his eyes made you think that he knew more than he let on, but he only walked past you and disappeared.

Dennis was watching it when you entered the room and it was only when you sat down next to him that he seemed to notice your presence.

"This..actress..looks a lot like you."

He said, unsure as to how you would react ?You looked up and smiled at what he was watching before nodding.

"It's because she is."

Dennis didn't really react like he was surprised, more like acknowledged it with a brief nod and you both continued watching in silence.

It was only at the very end that Dennis allowed himself to talk again.

"You're performance was pretty good..But, I must admit that I don't really like the movie."

You nodded. You understood that for a slasher, it wouldn't be as exciting..However, what he said next truly surprised you.

"There's too much blood..I wouldn't want to clean it up afterwards. It's hard to get blood out of your clothes afterwards."

You could relate to the extend that it had taken you hours to getting the fake blood stains off your clothes after the final scene.

"Yeah..I kinda understand. But, at least, you won't have to do this anymore, right ?"

You tried to cheer him up, but it only seemed to worsen his mood as he replied.

"Don't put so much faith on us..I know that someday, I'll have to clean up the mess again. Just, be grateful it isn't your blood next time.."

It wasn't a treat, but a warning.

You knew that the beast was always a big concern for the Horde and that they were battling everyday for the monster to stay trapped, but you would never be afraid of them. Never them.

Watching the movie must have made them remember bad memories of the time where the beast was in control. You felt bad now and decided to give Dennis a hug.

"I'm sorry..It must be so hard."

He tensed up under your touch, but relaxed after a while and even gave you a light squeeze of your shoulder in return.

"Don't be..As I said, you performed well."

He gave you a reassuring smile, but you knew the sadness hiding behind.

He stood up and told you goodnight before walking back to his room. You felt bad, but what could you do ?

Even though the movie showed you as a slasher, you weren't one and couldn't even imagine the suffering the Horde must have gone through from the moment they trapped the beast..

You sighed and finally switched off the TV.

Brahms was actually excited when he saw you and immediately told you to come.

The moment you arrived, he insisted you both watched the movie together and shared snacks with you, enjoying seeing you in such a different way.

However, he couldn't help but scream at each jump scare. It wasn't a particularly scary movie, but Brahms was always a very sensitive boy.

He pretended to like it (even though it was obvious he wasn't exactly thrilled by the very scary music and the amount of blood shown)

Brahms may be a slasher, but he never really liked the sight of blood and preferred strangulation or a less messy way of killing than some of the other slashers.

Blood makes him panic.

At some point, he got so scared he tried to hide behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist impulsively, almost crushing your ribs in the process.

However, he quickly noticed and backed away and apologized.

"I'm sorry ! I didn't mean to..!"

He was on the verge of tears, but you only smiled gently at him and shuffled his hair affectionately.

"Don't worry..It's okay, Brahms. I'm not mad at you."

He quickly gained back his happy smile and nodded vividly before looking back at the you on screen and couldn't help but wince as he saw you decapitate someone.

"I..I think I prefer you in real life."

You almost laughed at his worried tone, but succeeded in restraining yourself and hid your amused smile.

"Thank you, Brahms. I think I prefer the actual version too."

He smiled brightly at you and you then both agreed on starting to watch another movie.

A horror movie was good when you were in it, but one where Brahms smiled was far better.

Jason switched through the channels until he fell on a movie where one of the actresses strangely reminded him of you.

You noticed what he was watching and asked if he wanted to change channels ? But, he shook his head negatively, even when you told him that this was you and that the movie wasn't that good.

He insisted on watching until the end, even though he was obviously trying not to fall asleep.

Jason is not someone easily scared and he's seen more than his fair share of blood.

However, he was interested in your performance.

You seemed to genuinely enjoy playing the bad guy and he was too. He liked how your moved around, tracking your preys and taking them out one by one..

However, he groaned in frustration when one of the survivors suddenly appeared behind you and stabbed you from behind and his dog attacked you, tearing your throat to shreds.

"I hate it when good guys win.."

He finally admitted with a discontent expression at the end of the movie and you chuckled as you understood that he had actually been rooting for you in the movie.

"Don't say that. Good guys may be boring sometimes, but they always make it more interesting for the villain."

He was about to deny it, but restrained as he thought that—in some way—you were the "good guy" in his life.

He shook his head and smiled.

"Yeah..I guess not all good guys are a pain.."

You beamed at him and playfully nudged his shoulder.

"See ? I knew you would change your mind."

He wordlessly nodded and you didn't insist, even though you wanted to know who or what had changed his mind ?

Five saw you on the screen and it didn't take him long to put two and two together. He quickly time jumped to the kitchen to get himself a cup of coffee and a bowl of popcorn before returning to the living room to finish the movie, waiting for you.

You arrived and immediately saw his smug smile. You sighed.

"What now, Five ?"

He eyed the TV screen significantly and you turned around to see the movie you had made a long time ago..A movie that nobody was supposed to see.

"Where did you get it ?"

He didn't answer, but you guessed that he must have used some of his connection and put his hands on one of the only copies remaining.

Five could be scary in his way of finding the most profound and hidden secrets you have.

He smiled enigmatically at you before putting it on, making sure the slashers would hear it or enter the living room just at that moment and enjoy the view of the nice nurse covered in blood and killing people on screen.

You then had a bunch of slashers looking at your movie as if it was a school movie and even caught Freddy taking notes..

You glared at Five who only shrugged before saying cheekily.

"It’s not my fault you never deleted your hard drive’s memory now, is it ?"

The little…

For the next month, you had to suffer Penny and Pennywise imitating wounded victims and screaming bloody murder to the rest of the staff, saying that you had lost your mind and tried to kill innocent civilians.

Fortunately, most of the members of staff had been warned of the Penny Brothers’ pranks and shapeshifting abilities, but it didn’t help when most of the slashers played along, under Five’s leadership no doubt.

One day when someone was supposed to come to pass an interview to get a job at the hospital, he came in covered in blood and pretended to be a victim (one of the only times he didn’t mind being mistaken for a normal kid).

Five : "P..Please..Help me. She stabbed me !"

He then pointed his finger towards you and pretended to faint. It took a lot of convincing to maie the interviewee not call the police.

Let’s say the potential recruit took a few months to warm up to you afterwards.

As he involved himself in your job, revenge was sweet.

Five : "WHERE IS THE COFFEE MACHINE ?!"

Nurse Y/N *sipping a cup of coffee with a small satisfied smile* : "What’s the matter Five ? Lost something ?"

Let’s say..He didn’t talk to you for a week after that, but was still the first one to apologise.

Five : "I’m sorry..I’ll give your dvd back."

Nurse Y/N : "I’m sorry too. The coffee machine should be back tomorrow morning."

Five may go a bit too far sometimes, but he knows how to make compromises. He also likes you because he knows that you’ll handle everything and, even if he tries and pushes all of your buttons, you’ll still be there for him.

It may be a bit selfish of him, but knowing that makes him want to push your buttons even more.

"It’s…nice ?"

Michael wasn’t exactly comfortable, but still watched politely until the end.

However, you could see a slight shift in his face during the scene where the killer used knives.

His eyes widened and a dark shadow seemed to veil his emotions for a minute; he looked emotionless and you decided to shut the TV off, which seemed to snap him out of it.

He blinked several times and then turned his head towards you with a small smile he wanted reassuring.

"I’m gonna..go."

He didn’t wait for an answer and stormed out of the room, clearly upset.

You found him cooking in the kitchen and started helping him.

Michael is not much of a talker, so making him feel comfortable is the best way to make him loosen up.

However, that time, he was too tense and you kept cooking wordlessly until he finally broke the silence by hissing after cutting his finger.

You quickly took a nearby towel to apply pressure on the wound and looked around for something to put on it, but Michael shook his head and showed your his finger..the bleeding had already stopped.

Nurse Y/N : "Are you going to tell me what’s going on ?"

Michael seemed conflicted, but finally confessed.

"It’s just…seeing you as a slasher and using knives in the movie made me lose my concentration for a bit and..lose control over the other one. I felt this urge to have a knife in my hand again.."

It was alarming, yes. But, you knew that Michael would never let Myers win.

The best way to help him ? It was to make him feel confident again. To reassure him.

You put your hand on top of his and addressed him the best reassuring smile you could muster.

"It’s okay, Michael. You’re safe here.."

He almost laughed at that and shook his head before looking around and giving you a bitter smile.

"You don’t understand, sunshine. I’m not the one who isn’t safe here. The horrors in that movie ? I did almost all of them. How much time until I do the same to you and everyone else ?"

You wanted to tell him that it wouldn’t happen, that you would stop him, that everything would be alright. But, truth be told ? You had no clue.

Yes. Michael Myers could return at any moment.

Yes. Everyone here would be in danger if it happened.

Yes. Even the other slashers could be killed. As one slasher could kill another.

But, when you looked into Michael’s eyes and saw the fear and worry in there ?

You knew you couldn’t let that happened. You wouldn’t. For him. You couldn’t let him suffer through all that pain again.

You hugged him and Michael closed his eyes before hugging you back.

He knew that you didn’t know the answers to his worries, but just holding him was good enough for now.

Michael chuckled and you raised your eyes quizzically and he answered your question with an amused smile.

"I just remembered that one of the girls in the movie died by twisting her ankle.."

You deadpanned for a few seconds before remembering that moment in the movie and couldn’t help but laugh as well.

"Yes ! Her foot got caught in some bear trap and she spent the whole movie just bleeding out.."

Michael nodded and his usual smile was back.

Michael : "Yeah. She could have bandaged it at least. I was so frustrated when she just kept walking until she died..like, what was her purpose in the movie ? Very unrealistic."

Nurse : "Right ?!"

You kept talking about the many inconsistencies and inaccuracies in the movie, laughing it off as if nothing happened.

There would be a time when you would have to talk about it again, but for now, Michael would enjoy every moment he got just being himself.

"YOU LOOKED HOT !"

Freddy appreciated the movie and especially your leather black ripped costume.

Freddy was the only one who watched it more than three times to memorise all of your lines and tease you afterwards.

He’s dedicated when it comes to annoying people.

He even bought your original costume, thanks to Five and made you wear it.

It spooked a few members of the staff, but it only added to his fun.

Eva : "Wha…?! Why are you dressed like that ?!"

Nurse Y/N : "Freddy took my uniform and forced me to put that on instead.."

Freddy : "Worth it !"

Freddy also bought all of the movie’s available fan merchandise and walked with a t-shirt with your head on it and the name of the movie on the back.

Freddy *kicking the door open and reciting one of your lines* : "Today is the day you die, scum ! Your blood will cover the walls of this house and your screams will resonate through the walls until the end of time !"

You rolled your eyes before clapping unenthusiastically, but Freddy decided to ignore your obvious sarcasm and bowed with a wide grin.

"Thank you ! Thank you !"

He also showed the movie to everyone and made giant posters of your horror self (selling them to some members of the staff and the slashers)

When you heard, you decided to confront him about them and barged in his room with one of the posters in hand.

"Really ?! Even in the corridors now ?!"

He replied with a cheeky grin.

"What ? Don’t you like them ?"

You rolled your eyes again, a constant habit when knowing Freddy.

"Why do you even like this movie so much ?!"

You asked, more out of frustration than genuine curiosity, but his answer left you baffled.

"A) Because you were hella hot in that one. B) Because it’s nice to see you lose your cool. You’re always so sweet and nice and it’s funny to see you have a dark side too. I mean..I don’t know if it was all play ? But, seeing you so wild is funny. I could almost imagine you as one of us."

You opened your mouth to reply, but only huffed before turning around and leaving the room.

Freddy could be very annoying sometimes, but what he said still lingered on your mind afterwards. One of them ?

You shook your head.

A slasher ? You ? No..It was only acting, nothing more.

It’s true that you did wonder a few times how it would feel ? The slashers were free. Free to do whatever they wanted..But, the price they had to pay was too great.

This constant loneliness and suffering ? It was the reason you had decided to leave your acting career to become a nurse. To help them, not become one of them.

However, it didn’t stop you from thinking about it.

How life would be if you were a slasher ?

"I love that last line from the survivor: you got what you deserved and then bam ! Bullet to the head. Very nice end."

Arthur actually liked the movie.

He wasn't particularly interested at the beginning, but he quickly got hooked when he saw you and the main character fighting at the end.

It made him think of him and Batman.

The justice bringer all mighty and the loony sewer rat who dared stood up to the true injustice.

He wasn't keen on Batman, but he had to respect him as they aligned with the same purpose : fighting injustice.

He didn't like how most of his "successors" made him look as if he was obsessed with him..He wasn't.

The Batman may be his nemesis, but Arthur never saw him as an equal, because under all that suit hid a simple man who had never suffered as he much as he had.

Bruce Wayne would always remain a little boy who ended up with a fortune the size of a mountain..while he was left with nothing.

Arthur clenched his fists and even though the credits where rolling down, he couldn't help but glare as he thought about how he would have preferred the villain to win for once..Just once.

You noticed that Arthur seemed a little too deep into his thoughts, his nails digging in the soft material of the armchair and you gently stroked his back.

"Hey, Arthur..Are you okay ?"

He seemed to suddenly come back to reality and took several deep breaths before addressing you a weak smile.

"I'm..fine. I'll go to bed now, if it's alright with you ?"

You frowned worriedly, wondering if you should accompany him ? But, he stood up and stormed out before you could follow him.

He felt sick..

However, he didn't think you would actually follow him to his room a few seconds later.

You knocked on his door and he heard the concern in your voice as he splashed his face with cold water.

He didn't answer right away, looked up at his reflection in the mirror and couldn't help but grimace in pain as he saw the old Arthur coming back..He wanted to tear up and fall down in despair.

But, before he could, he felt two arms wrap around his middle and another face appear in the mirror. Yours.

"I'm sorry about the movie..I thought it would be a good idea. But, don't run away when you feel bad, Arthur. I'm here."

The man couldn't help but break into tears and asked in a broken voice.

"But, are you really ?!"

It wasn't the first time he would have hallucinations and he couldn't tell reality from the fake sometimes..Was anything real anyway ?

However, he felt your hold tighten around him and relaxed against you.

"I'm here. I'm not an hallucination. He can't get to you anymore...I won't let him."

You promised and Arthur closed his eyes. He knew you said that to try to make him feel better, but it truly did. Not because he thought you could stop the Batman, but because he knew you would still be there when he left..

He turned around and kissed your knuckles with a gentle smile.

"Thank you, my dear."

Penny noticed immediately and was excited to tell everyone about it and even asked to see your old props and costumes.

This was when he fell on one of your old plastic necks filled with fake blood and decided to play a little prank on the others as he entered the room where they were still watching the movie, covered in blood and you in his arms, wearing the fake neck.

Pennywise was the only one who didn’t panic as he couldn’t smell the blood, but the others lost it and almost killed Penny before you both bursted out laughing.

Pennywise laughed as well, but Michael who saw how everyone else had worried, gave you both a time-out.

Penny could get away from it, but he felt bad leaving you alone and didn’t particularly want to face Michael's wrath if he moved an inch.

You stayed like this for at least 1 hour before Michael took pity on you and decided to end your punishment.

You both apologized to the slashers before he took your hand and teleported back into his room.

"Did you see their faces ?! Ahahah ! They were so funny !"

He started shifting his face to the different slashers with horrified expressions and laughed some more, but quickly noticed that you weren't laughing along.

He then saw your sour expression and froze.

"What is going on ?"

He asked worriedly and you shook your head.

"I'm sorry..It's just..I was just wondering what would happen if I really died ? What would they do ?"

He seemed to think about it before shrugging.

"I can't talk for them, but I know what I'd do !"

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Really ? What ?"

Suddenly, Penny's eyes changed from an innocent blue to a dark orange as he answered :

"I would eat your soul.."

You thought he was joking at first, but the lack of laughter from Penny quickly made yours die down. It quickly got a lot colder in Penny's room and you asked, more curious than really worried.

"Why ?"

He giggled, as if the answer was obvious.

"~Silly human..To keep you with me forever of course ! All the souls I've devoured stay with me..All the children are inside me and they kept me company when I was lonely.."

He patted his stomach lovingly, like a mother and, even though you had never been scared of Penny before, his answer almost broke your self-control.

His eyes raised up to meet yours and he took a long breath, as if trying to find your fear somewhere..

He smirked darkly and chuckled.

"You almost gave in to the fear, nurse..Maybe you're not as fearless as they all say you are.."

Penny giggled maniacally and it caused you to take a few steps back. However, he didn't let you escape and jumped on you, his mouth wide open and it took all of your strength not to let fear overtake you.

At the last minute, he only closed his mouth and smiled innocently at you before kissing the tip of your nose.

"Don't worry your pretty little head..I won't let anything happen to you before that."

He then opened the door and you didn't need to be asked twice as you ran out of the room, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to calm down and immediately went to the kitchen to see Amita.

What was that about ?!

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Love Finds A Way (Ian Malcolm X Reader)

Request: Hello!! I love your Ian malcolm x reader so far and I was just wondering if you could do another one (either set in the first or second movie) where ian and the reader get separated and it freaks Ian out until they find each other again and ian decides to confess his feelings maybe? Thanks!

A/N: Let's go! I've never written anything set in the first movie but that movie moves a lot faster so forgive me cutting through to get to the good bits. I spared you every dinosaur chase scene, you're welcome. Enjoy!

This trip was a mistake, you realized that now covered in mud and sitting in a tree.

Come along, Ian had suggested, it’ll be fun. It wasn’t fun now, you’d be sure to remind him of that… if you ever saw him again. Even though you had wanted to stay behind with Ian, Alan had convinced you to join him and the kids.

Now, the other three were getting some shuteye. How they could sleep with all of this around them, you would never know. You watched the Brachiosaurs eat from the safety of your vantage point. All the joy and wonder you had felt earlier on the tour was now gone, replaced with a feeling of dread deep in the pit of your stomach.

There was no way you were getting out of this alive, even with the help of the amazing Dr. Alan Grant. You had never been a fearless fighter or particularly intelligent.

“You’re still awake?” Dr. Grant asked softly. You had thought he was asleep but it appeared he’d just been resting eyes. He didn’t even look like the man you’d met earlier that day, each of his arms wrapped around one of the children he had despised.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m worried about Dr. Malcolm, that’s all.”

It was a fair worry, he was your friend and mentor. The two of you had spent a lot of time together both in the workplace and out. You liked to think there was an inseparable bond between the two of you, something that rarely anyone else had. No matter how many wives or girlfriends he went through, what was between you both would never change.

“He’s fine. As long as he stays still, even if the T. Rex circles back, he’ll live.”

Realistically, you knew he was right but still. Nobody but the four of you knew where he was and you had no idea how to get to the others. Worst vacation ever, Ian owed you one if the two of you got off this stinking island alive.

Meanwhile, Dr. Ian Malcolm was in a panic himself. His leg was in pain, but it was dull compared to his worry for you. Now that he wasn’t being chased by a giant meat eating dinosaur, he could think properly and he had noticed your absence.

There were two options; you were laying out there dead somewhere (which he hated to think about, that couldn’t be the one) or you were wherever Dr. Grant and Hammond’s grandchildren were.

“We should be out there looking for them,” he tried to shift but his leg was in worse shape than he thought. Ellie hurried forward, scolding him for moving and putting himself in pain. She was obviously worried for Alan as well, they had issues, the two of them.

Was being in love with a workplace friend a common occurrence because it seemed like they were in the exact same department and- Oh god, if you and Alan died they would never get to tell them. More importantly he would never get to tell you.

At some point, Gennaro and Ellie leave to go look for Arnold, leaving him and Hammond to guide them to where they needed to go. He tried to keep his head in the game as much as possible, his survival and the others depended on it but he was too worried about you.

This had to be some sick twisted joke the universe had decided to play on him, he didn’t tell the one he loved he loved them when he had the chance, he fooled around with so many people... and this was his sick and twisted comeuppance.

He supposed if that was what was going on he deserved it, but damn it if he didn’t wish his leg was better so he could be out there looking for you.

How many adults did it take to hold a door shut against one Velociraptor? Apparently, three. You, Alan and Ellie leaned against the door, trying your best to keep it shut while Lex and Tim figured out the computer system.

“This is where we die,” you muttered under your breath as Ellie tried desperately to reach for the shotgun that was just out of her grasp.

“You did it!” Tim shouted and just like that the locks were on the doors.

The relief was short lived, but such is life when you’re on a dinosaur infested island. The five of you escaped through the vents, making your way back to the main entrance of the visitors building. It was a race against time (and Velociraptors), but in the end, you all made it safely back to the ground and the T. Rex took care of the raptors.

“Come on,” Alan ushered the kids, you and Ellie out the front door. You felt like you were going to pass out just from the adrenaline. Hammond and Ian were waiting outside in the jeep but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything to either of them as you climbed in. Alan said something but you leaned back in the jeep seat, releasing a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding.

You weren’t home safe yet but it sure felt like it.

After that, everything was a blur. The helicopter ride home was silent, everyone contemplating everything they had just witnessed on the island. For once, even the great Ian Malcolm had nothing to say.

You leaned against him and he let you, clearly just as happy as you were to be in the same vicinity once again.

Upon landing in Costa Rica, the group went their separate ways. Hammond went off with his grandchildren, Ellie needed medical care and Alan went with her, Ian needed his own care so you went with him. You wondered if you’d ever get to see those people again. It was a strange thing to bond over, but you felt like you were all that much closer now that you’d been through this together.

Ian was out for a while so you pulled up a chair and slept beside the hospital bed.

“(Y/n)?” You awoke to someone saying your name, visions of giant lizard monsters danced in your vision for a few moments longer as you blinked awake.

You would surely be having nightmares of that for a long time.

Ian was awake, he had shifted himself into a sitting position, his hand on yours. You met his eyes, there was a lot that needed to be said. You wanted to tell him everything that had happened, with Alan and the kids and the raptors and-

You hugged him instead, it was strange, even though the two of you were fairly close, neither of you had ever been huge fans of physical contact.

He hugged you back though.

“That was the worst vacation ever…” You whispered, pulling away slightly to look into his eyes.

He chuckled. “Next time you can pick, no more dinosaur islands. I promise.”

You suddenly became aware of the very little space between the two of you. This was the closest the two of you had ever been in a non joking manner. It felt like being separated from each other on a dinosaur infested island had changed something in your dynamic, though you weren’t sure what it was. The smile on his face faded slightly and he reached up, closing the distance between the two of you, hand gently pressed to your cheek.

That’s what it was. The dynamic between you two had DEFINITELY changed.

“I’ve, uh, always wanted to do that.” He sounded slightly guilty, pulling away.

There were butterflies in your stomach and somehow the world seemed to be spinning. You laughed nervously, something about experiencing this so soon after a near death experience was hilarious to you.

"Funnily enough, me too," you admit, pressing your forehead to his. It's really too soon to know what this really means or if this is all just a crazy reaction to being separated and not able to see each other but you don't even care.

You could put a label on it later, he would agree. For now the two of you had each other and you were never letting go. And if Ian asked you to sleep with him later that night and if the two of you awoke each other from nightmares screaming only to comfort each other, nobody else needed to know.

You'd always had a special bond. This just made it stronger.

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