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bean-bean2000 · 2 months

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The Maid - Part 1

Pairing: Loki x reader (on going series)

Warnings: Angst, abuse, mental health (depression, mentions of suicidal thoughts). Eventual loki x reader pairing.

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You stare up at the ceiling as you lay in bed next to the man who calls himself 'your saviour'. Every time he stirs in his sleep, you gasp and wince in fear of waking him. He is far better asleep than he will ever be awake.

Three years ago, you fell into the arms of a man you thought would help you. You were alone, homeless and desperate. Your parents had died in a house fire, which left you with nothing and no one. Naive, you trusted the first person that showed you an ounce of kindness. You had fallen intro a trap, one you thought was love, but was in fact a cage. Your parents had left you with a significant debt to repay to the crown. He forced you to work for him, do whatever he wants, in exchange for money to help pay off the debt. You have been stuck in this horrific home since, unable to do anything without consequence.

You haven't had a proper night's sleep in years. Your eyes are sunken with deep dark circles beneath. You hardly eat anymore.

You stopped feeling anything at all, years ago. All you feel is numb, like a zombie, a shell of your former self. A life that is so far away, the memories have long faded.

You're so lost in thought, gazing into nothingness when you're suddenly yanked out of the bed.

"Get up. You're leaving. I finally found a use for you." he spits at you.

You don't have enough energy to question him as you get up sluggishly and head to the bathroom to change.

As soon as you exit the bathroom, he is dragging you outside where a a dozen soldiers await; people are lined up in front of them.

"Here. Take her." he says to the guard as he shoves you towards him.

The soldier looks you up and down and nods. You're swept away by other men and hoisted onto the back of a carriage. Other men and women peer up at you in fear.

It doesn't take long for you to realize what has happened. You've been sold to the crown to be a worker. You stare at the floor and zone out, wondering if you will forever be forced to be at the mercy of others that are powerful and wealthy. As the carriage takes off, you feel nothing, you hear nothing, all you see is your so-called 'home' slowly fade behind the trees.

The others have fallen asleep as you stare out the carriage. You have no idea how long it has been but the sun has long set and it is deep into the evening when you arrive at the castle. The guards shuffle you out, line you up and assign you your duties.

"You." The woman points at you. "She will do." she says as she hands you a pile of clothes. You stare up at her as she clarifies your new job: maid.

The guards lead each group of workers to their designated quarters.

"You are maids. You will follow the schedule, with no excuses. You have been sold to serve for the crown. You will receive no pay. Your pay is the right to live in the castle. You will be provided food and shelter. Any act of disobedience will be punishable by any means appropriate that is decided upon the guards or anyone of higher status. You are to speak to no one. Do your job and stay quiet." The guard finishes explaining your new life then turns around and shuts the doors closed behind him with a loud bang.

The silence is deafening. Everyone too scared to say a word. They all choose a makeshift bed on the floor and prepare to get some sleep before the new day.

You sit in your cot and stare at the floor. You don't realize how much time had passed until the sun shining on your face and the guards are yelling at you all to wake up and start the day.

Will I ever know freedom? Will I ever find happiness? Or am I forced to succumb to this measely life until I die?

The first two weeks seem to pass without problems, until the guards decide to take it upon themselves to 'discipline' as they deem fit.

Most guards resort to name-calling, degradation or sometimes physical punishment. Nothing, nobody was as terrible as one who we called "Snake". He would slither his way into the chambers and choose his prey for the week, sometimes longer. He did as he pleased, if met with opposition, he would often beat them into submission.

You managed to avoid him as long as possible until one night, his large finger points towards you.

You stare at him, expressionless. You refuse to give him the pleasure of seeing your pain, your fear or your desperation. His eyes turn cloudy with anger as he watches you approach him, emotionless.

The others look at you with fear and pity as he drags you out of the maid's quarters towards his room.

He throws you on the floor and closes the door behind him.

"You think I don't know your little game, you harlot?" he sneers at you as he picks you up and slaps you so hard you fall to the floor, your cheek pulsating in pain.

He grabs your cheeks tightly with one hand and squeezes "You will fear me. You will obey me." he threatens you.

Once again, you stare at him blankly. You feel nothing, you haven't for a long time now.

He growls in frustration and punches you again, searching for any reaction; tears, a grunt, a whimper, anything, and yet you show nothing.

"You witch. Impossible. Everybody fears me." he yells at you as he strikes you again. You lay on the floor motionless, your nose and mouth bleeding.

"You will answer me when I speak to you!" he growls in anger as he strikes you again.

You stare up at him and remain silent.

"Are you deaf? mute? Useless! Maybe, you will be useful for other things instead...." he sneers at you as he smirks disgustingly with a knowing look.

Again, you stare at him blankly again. As he begins unbuckling his belt he says "Submit to me. You will do as I say, maid."

You start laughing which makes him look up at you in rage.

"You dare laugh at me?! You filthy servant!" he grabs you by the neck and holds you down tightly, slightly cutting off your airways but enough for you to remain awake.

"Submit to me!" he yells at you.

"Never." you croak.

He screams in a fit of rage and strikes you again. You continue to laugh.

"Witchcraft! You're a disgusting witch! Submit to me or I will have you burned at the stake!" he spits at you.

"I promise you, I will bite your dick off if it comes near me. The human jaw can be so powerful, sometimes a crowbar isn't strong enough to pry it open and I promise you I will not let go until my jaw is pried open." you threaten him as you begin laughing hysterically.

He stares at you in confusion, disgust and fear.

"I knew it! You're a witch!" He screams.

"Are you sure you want to test that theory?" you laugh at him.

He yells in frustration as he strikes you again "I said submit to me!"

You stare him directly in the eyes "No matter how loud the wind howls, the mountain will not bow down to it."

His eyes turn red with rage, he picks you up and throws you across the room. He kicks you on your side.

He continues hitting you as he demands you submit to him. You repeat the same word, almost as a prayer "Never".

You didn't care if you died or how, but you promised yourself that no matter how desperate you would become, you would never submit yourself to another man again, no matter the cost.

Once he is finally done he spits on you, drags you back to the maid's chambers and throws on you the floor as he slams the door behind him.

A few women crowd you and help you to your cot. You're bleeding from your nose and mouth. Your eye is black and swollen shut, your lip is split, your ribs hurt when you breathe.

Even after all that, you realize you still feel nothing. You stare up at the ceiling as the other women surround you to help clean your wounds.

From that moment on, you have been the subject to the Snake's abuse. You have spoken no words, except for "Never" every time the Snake commands you to submit to him. You would rather take on every physical punishment, than let him touch an inch of you.

A few weeks pass with the same abuse, except now other guards have partaken in it as well. You are now referred to as "witch" by the guards. They sneer at you when you walk past them. You keep your head held high and walk straight forward, without giving them a glance.

I am my own person. I have my own thoughts. I am not a puppet.

You repeat these phrases everyday in your head, like a chant to keep you grounded. You've taught yourself to recite small facts about your life to yourself in your head, such as your birthday, your favourite colour, your favourite author and book. It reminds you of who you are, of who they can never take away from you.

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As the months go by, the abuse never ceases. It periodically skips you, allowing your body time to heal before being targeted again.

You have managed to be friendly with the other maids, but still keep to yourself and limit your words. You rarely speak and only do so when absolutely necessary. You decided it was safest for you this way.

You have been generally assigned menial maid tasks, such as cleaning the chambers of the guards or other members of higher status than you, until today. You’re assigned to clean King Loki's quarters. He owns an entire wing to himself, therefore you are to do it alone as he is very particular about his items. It was decided upon the head maid that you were the least likely to steal and most likely to complete the job to Loki's very high standards.

Without much of a choice, you accept the new assignment and make your way to his wing. As grateful as you are for this opportunity, to work alone and use the specialized cleaning supplies for the king, you were also in so much pain. The previous night was the harshest in a long time. The guards told you the king wanted to send you a personal message. By the end of it, you could hardly move and had to be dragged to your cot. Laying in bed, you wondered why the king would choose you for this punishment. You had done nothing wrong, what made you deserving of such poor treatment?

As you're walking to the kings wing, every step you take is followed by a limp and a wince. Nevertheless, the work had to be completed. The consequences were too severe if the work were not to be completed to his prestigious standards. If the king was willing to send you such a message the previous night as a warning for what was to come, the current pain was worth suffering through. From what you've heard the kings punishments never ended well. Nobody ever returned.

With that in mind, you headed to his wing with a slight limp and a wince under your breathe with every step.

Two week pass by and you've been permanently assigned to clean the kings wing, as per his request. You hope it is because he is satisfied with your work, rather than this be some cruel plan.

Once the guards heard of your new permanent position as the kings personal maid, their visits became daily. You were now the only maid being succumbed to their harsh treatment. You knew they were trying to sabotage you so the king would be displeased with your work and be rid of you.

Even so, everyday you wake up and perform your duties. You persevered and refused to let them think they won, no matter how painful, you always kept your head held high.

You're walking to the kings wing, products and cleaning items in hand when a guard approaches and swings his arm at you. You fall to the floor, Cleaning products go flying across the hall, splattering on the floor, against the wall and all over you.

"Tsk tsk tsk... what a shame... you better pray the king doesn't see this mess you caused...." he laughs as he walks over you.

You say nothing as you try getting up but slip on the soapy wet floor. You curse at the mess.

He can't see this. I have to clean this up. I can't be delayed, the king accepts no excuses for punctuality. He will kick me out on the streets... or worse... have me killed.

You get up shakily, holding on the wall for as much support as possible. Your body aches as you start mopping up the mess with speed that can only be explained by pure fear.

Once it's decently done you run to the next room and start cleaning as fast as possible. The pain from the abuse inflicted upon you daily is taking its toll. You decide you have to suck it up until you're done.

You're doing your final task: The king's bedroom. With one wrist against your chest, you clean the bedroom. You're trying to make the bed but can't do it with one hand. Shakily, you move your other wrist and try grabbing the sheets. You hiss in pain and pull back. You're slowing down, taking longer to do simple tasks. Your wrist is swollen wrist and throbbing in pain from the fall earlier. You can hardly move it.

You manage to finish making the bed and is finishing off by dusting the room, keeping your wrist to your chest to stabilize it as much as possible. As you were working through your pain, you didn't notice the time until you hear somebody clear their throat behind you.

You gasp in surprise and spin around.

"King Loki... your highness... I apologize for my tardiness... I-" you start rambling, your head looking down and your legs in a curtsy.

"The hall is a mess. You're late. Your work is very subpar today. I'm disappointed." he tells you coldly while staring you down.

You say nothing as to avoid accidentally insulting him or frustrating him further.

"Consider this your first and last warning. If this happens again, you will heed the consequences." He says to you, chin up, staring at you while you keep your eyes on your shoes.

You mumble another apology when he dismisses you.

You quickly run out of his bedroom. Your heart is racing, you're shaking.

You run to the maid's quarters and go to your cot, avoiding the others. You're staring up at the ceiling, wondering how you possibly escaped his wrath. Replaying the scene in your head, you realize you never looked at him. You've never seen the king in person, only in pictures.

Luckily, tomorrow is the weekend the guards go out to the neighbouring city as a security check-up. You stare at your wrist, which is now purple, blue and swollen. You go to the bathroom and lock the door so you're alone. You remove your clothes as take in a sharp breath as pain courses through your body. You use two wooden sticks you found outside earlier, to stabilize your wrist, hoping it will speed the healing process. When you look up at your reflection you notice the deep colouring littering your body. Purple, blue, yellow, green.... bruises in various levels of healing spread across your body.

You come to the conclusion that you need help... medical help. You slip on a night gown and make your way to the clinic where Dr. Banner resides. He is the only doctor the workers of lower status trust, as he is kind, caring and genuine.

He welcomes you in his room and questions why you came to him so late at night.

You say nothing. You lift your night gown and watch as his eyes widen in understanding. He turns around and files through his medical cabinet.

"Here. Take one pill a day for 3 days. It will completely numb your pain and significantly increase the healing process. Put this healing balm over your bruises and on your wrist, every night for a week." he says to you as he hands you the medicine.

You open your mouth to thank him when he lifts his hand up "No need... please stay safe... if ever you need anything, you know where to find me." his eyes filled with pain and compassion.

You nod and turn around to walk back to your cot.

You immediately spread the balm over your body once your in the bathroom and wrap what you can in bandages to keep it from absorbing into the clothes rather than your skin.

Laying down in bed, the adrenaline from the day wears off and fatigue takes over until you fall into a deep sleep.

Part 2

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rinbowaman · 11 months

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S E 7 E N : R E CK O N I N G P A R T 2 W O

WARNINGS: Demonic imagery in this one, mentions of angels killing off humans, battles between archangels and angels, shapeshifting, not so much gore but some action and thrilling scenes. i think that's it. nothing too extreme. As usual....not proofread...but good visual imagery in this one!

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You remained kneeling as you watched each metallic figures closing in. Trembling, you reminded yourself to breath steady as your eyes, despite being glossy, remained emotionless.

‘Just….get this over with….kill me now….I am afraid….but not of you…..I don’t know if I’m even afraid of the pain that will be inflicted on my body….since I can’t escape it…I’ve accepted it.….however, what I am afraid of…..is the future of my family…the innocent people under the brutality of this corrupt cult….this government that caters to them…….Mom…Dad……please take care…..I love you….’

A few hundred feet away, they took their pounding steps, one by one, coming closer….yet they didn’t move fast enough. It was as if they were purposely moving at a slowed pace to further the dreadful feeling in your chest….

You were forced to look forward to your demise….they prolonged it…

“All who bear witness! Watch as God’s angels shall cleanse the world of sin by ridding us the witch who has plagued our holy city!” Forras yells out from atop of the high balcony.

With the loud screech of the humanoid figures that inched their way to you, you lost all sense of hope. Shutting your eyes, you cradle your breast and began to pray internally, as your line of murderers were effortlessly making their way to the platformed stage that you sat atop on. The sound of their footsteps became louder as they merged towards the platform where your body was stationed, restrained in between the two holy statues. Each step they took sounded like a metal clunk as their feet meets the pavement…

*Clunk*

‘God…..I know I’ve never been one to pray or reach out….’

*Clunk*

‘Please know…that I am not praying to you for safety or mercy…’

*clunk*

‘I never lived my life in fear….yet I know I’ve lived within the boundaries of right versus wrong…’

*Clunk*

‘I could never have imagined going down like this…..but if I have to, just please…if you hear me….please hold those accountable for the wrongful deaths of all before me….people like those men…women…and those children….people like Lily….’

*Clunk*

‘Will you watch over my family?......let them know how much I loved them….protect them…along with all of those that are confused or ridden with fear….’

*Clunk-clunk*

‘I know I’ve never been one to strongly preach your name or follow your ways….but I also know I am not an evil person….’

*Clunk-clunk*

‘If these really are your creations….if you are aware and bless what they’re doing…..please….the only mercy I ask of you as these creatures close in….they’re coming in close as I reach out to you….’

*clunk-clunk-clunk*

‘Have mercy on the people and be unforgiving to those who destroyed lives…..I believe in you….’

*Clunk-clunk-clunk*

‘In your name…Amen.’

*Clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk*

‘Mom….dad…..goodbye……..’

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Amidst the clunks of each step, voices among the crowd yells out in gasping notion.

“Oh my God look over there! Something just dropped from the sky!”

“What is that? Is that......OH MY GOD!!! it’s an angel!”

The clunks have stopped….you opened your eyes, and slightly raise your head. Turning it to the side, you saw the form of a shadowed figure kneeling….gray feathered wings mixed with a pastel of dark charcoal black mixed in adorns its back. Much like the wings of the metallic figures, yet the smokey gray appeared much lighter in hue. Thinking back when the events of the creatures began killing off the people that were selected, you had always wondered how they could have been called angels. Was it only merely because they adorned those smokey wings? Even though, the figure off to the side of the platform, adorned the same pair, he was much darker….yet…..seemed more Heavenly.

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Rising up slowly, he takes on a standing posture as he emerges from the shadows of the taller buildings that hovered nearby.

Removing the hood of his cloak, you gazed on the familiar face that reassured you with a look of softness, right before he glares at the leading figure that marched the remaining creatures towards your execution.

‘….Niki….’

Take me down to the river bend Take me down to the fighting end Wash the poison from off my skin Show me how to be whole again

“Look over there! There’s another one!!”

Another voice pierces the stagnant air as the people all point and gasped.

You turn your head to look over to the opposite side and watched as another cloaked figure, adorned with wings of the same color as Niki, makes its way out from the alley way nearby. With narrowed eyes towards the row of monsters that contained every means to bring you harm, he spoke with his piercing eyes as he flared his warning stare at them.

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‘Sunoo….’

Fly me up on a silver wing Past the black where the sirens sing Warm me up in a nova's glow And drop me down to the dream below

A series of gasps and shouts emerge once more when a sudden whoosh could be heard.

Feeling the breeze graze your skin and moving your hair, you shift your face once more to view the scene directly in front of you. Landing on a combative kneeling position, in between you and the murderous creatures, he flares his wings in full display as he raises his head and pierces his dark gaze to the shiny figures ahead. Though you only had the view of his backside and the glory of his smokey-dark wings, you recognized him and felt a sense of comfort upon seeing the three brothers.

‘…Jay…..’

'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass Hardly anything there for you to see For you to see

Parallel to Jay’s frame, the leading figure screeches out an offensive tone as it pierces the ear drums of each man, woman, and child nearby that stood to watch your execution.

Furrowing his brows, Jay merely stands as he glares at the figure displaying its warcry.

Raising its arms as it morphs each limb into terrifying weapons of motorized blades and saws, it leans in and lunges, yet the very moment it took its first step, a swarm of insect’s rushes in. In a blink of an eye, the swarm scoops the figure and suspends it in the air, thrashing its body into nothing as it loses the luster of its metallic form.

The crowed is left speechless but not without gasps and screams as they scurry into nearby buildings and establishments to hide from the scene. Peering through windows and glass doors, they all continue to watch as Jay’s insects finish off the creature in mid-air.

Bring me home in a blinding dream Through the secrets that I have seen Wash the sorrow from off my skin And show me how to be whole again

Witnessing the brutality as Jay kills off the lead figure, the remaining metallic creatures all screech out their war cries as they leap and lunge forward, all taking in the same initiative as the last by morphing their extremities into massive blades.

You watched, as Sunoo raises his hand and with his ultimate power, a group of metallic angels froze in place. Shifting and jolting into crinkled motions, their hearts explode from the inside and out.

Sensing their numbers shrinking, a row of the angels screech out into the open sky. Directing their tone to the clouds that hovered above, it appeared to be as if they were….

‘Calling….’

“Senator! Look!”

One of the regulators points out as you and the brothers all witness the mass numbers of angels descending from the sky, all responding to the calls of their brethren as they come to the aid of the ones who had yet to be slain by the princely brothers.

You watched as a pair swoop in, aiming towards Jay and Sunoo, when suddenly a pair of strong hands emerge out and grabs them both by their necks.

Smashing the figures together, only bits and pieces of the metallic shrapnel remained, falling onto the pavement.

Revealing his face as the cloak drapes back at his nape, he clicks his tongue as he approaches a group that breach his presence. With both his hands, he expels the power of strength and unleashes Hell in the form of his wrath….

'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass Hardly anything there for you to see For you to see

You viewed from the heightened platform as each brother took on multiple angels at a time, slaying them with ease as they used both brute force and their powers.

*Clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk!*

Hearing the fast-paced footsteps of an angel heading your way, you turned your face as you remained hugging onto your chest with tightly crossed arms, bracing yourself for the creature to slash you into bits….

The thunderous sound swooped through your ears as a large gust of a familiar force sends the strands of your hair flying. Hearing the roar of the one that caused it, you recognized that sound...that vibration…that monstrous and yet mystical growl that shook the earth to its very core….

Suddenly, a pair of strong arms embraces you, sealing in the warmth and comfort of protection and reassurance. Lifting your head, you gaze on the side profile of the one who caresses your body. That blonde hair…those sleight blue eyes….that indiscriminate tongue as he licks his lips and softly chuckles while he whispers “Good girl, Layla.”

As he maintains his hold on you, cradling you to his chest, Niki steps in front and with a swift motion of his hand, he grips the air with an empty fist. You watched as a line of angels that breached the platform, all were ridden with slurred movements. As they moved in slowed motion, the ravishes of time takes an excruciating toll as each second affected them as they rotted to the core. Crouching and slowly withering away, they succumb into a sloth like state, turning into ash as they disintegrate.

Backing up, the angels all group together as they merge into a double-row force. The row in front, morphs into an offensive shield that extends from one end of the city to the other, while the row behind remained with extended blades yet the main form of their bodies morph into something more monstrous as they lose their humanoid structure and take on a more reptilian form. The wall develops rotary blades, much like a meat grinder, with the assault row behind, they march, pushing forward in formation.

Migrating towards you, the brothers, and all who stood in their way, you watched in horror as the metallic line had every intention of running you all over and grinding you down into bits and pieces, similar to hamburger meat.

Yet you remained without fear. Watching as each brother stood before you in one straight line, standing in the center, was Jungwon.

Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass Hardly anything else I need to be

'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass Hardly anything there for you to see

All six brothers stood by one another in a single row, displaying magnificent valor as they adorn their black attire and dark smokey wings.

Up until this moment, you thought you had witnessed the full extent of each brother’s talent as they had displayed their powers before you earlier. However, as they presented themselves combatively, facing the offensive row of the screeching metallic creatures, you watched in awe as you witness the transformation of the six Princes, each one taking on the form of something dark yet glorified in ancient wonder.

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“You fools….go ahead and flare your diamonds, gems, silver and gold…

For I will bestow upon you, the tales of the old.

The sickness of GREED infects you; your selfishness follows suit.

Stemming from the moment, you consumed the forbidden fruit.

You yearn for money and treasure…

the sparkle of a virgin’s pleasure.

Until you raise high, far, wide, and reaching Heaven’s height.

I watch as you strip the innocent, of their rightful birthright.

So witness as I, Mammon, Prince of Greed, The Golden Demon and Treasurer of Hell...

Will turn your flesh into silver and gold, forever marking my story to tell.”

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“I do pray…that ye have ol faith.

For that someday your soul shall be only, for ye Lord to take.

Yet if it comes to pass,

that ye shall commit his crimes against the innocent, youth, and virgin daughters…

Know that I, Beezlebub, Prince of Demons, Lord of the Flies,

shall cast the demons and bring forth your rightful slaughter. “

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"Take heed, ol’ mortal being.

For the enemy is within your own, and not at all within me.

Your neighbor kills, your sister lies,

Your kindred friend looks at you with two-toned eyes.

They speak with double tongues, split down the middle.

One speaks fondly, while the other tarnishes your name in a separate riddle.

They preach you through, with lightness on display,

Yet when all is said and done, behind ye back, deadly games will be played.

As you live in bliss, your years without regret,

So shall the be the one, who takes your life with hidden threat.

Take heed, ol’ mortal being, as I, Leviathan, The Prince of Envy, Great Serpent of the Sea, Devourer of Ships, and The Marquis of Snakes,

Will issue you this warning, to either leave or take."

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"With your hearts darkened, your soul grows dim.

You commit to murder and lies, supposedly for the sake of him.

The sacred scriptures, that sustains ye WRATH,

Paints the fallen angels to eternally burn you within their grasp.

Ye force the people to cower in fear,

Using thy name, in which you smear.

Wait as the time comes, when you are rightfully sentenced,

That I, Satan, King of Wrath, The Roaring Lion, and Ruler of Lies,

Will devour your souls, as ye scream, with repentance."

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"In the abyss of your hearts, your crown, and your wandering soul,

The impurities of your weakened mind, takes on its toll.

Though you were free to choose, evil versus good,

I watch as you strip and taint virgin flesh, from whence they stood.

You yearn for the waves and motions,

The screams of pleasure…

To your own advantage,

you reach limits beyond your measure.

As you relish in the forbidden desires of the Sin City,

Succumb to the depths where I, Asmodeus, King of Sodom, Lord of the Nine,

shall pierce your flesh without any pity."

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"You waste away, no matter clean or filth.

The gluttony of your entitlement takes form in guilt.

Through your lies, defects, and ugly masks of deceit,

You take all the rewards while you lay, as the ground never meets your feet.

Your hands polished, your skin left without callous,

you preach of bravery, yet your character is nothing but cowardice.

You become the sloth, a monster of lethargy, the most selfish among pricks.

Remain still as you were, for I, Belphegor, The Lord of Discovery, The Ruling Defector, will submerge your soul, in the River Styx."

The terrifying screams and warnings of the crowd stained the air as they hid themselves deep within every crevice in the city. Senator Forras and his regulators all watch from atop the high building, panic ridding them of all other expressions as they shouted from above, cursing your name.

Despite how much power he had gained within the city, knowing the truth of how he coordinated with the angels to doom the randomly selected, there you were….heavily protected and fought for.

Even though you carried the fragile appearance of a chained angel, kneeling as you cover yourself in a cradling position, delicate and breakable as any other person around, you were emerging victorious against the corrupt and gluttonous authorities that ruled the country. All because you were behind the guard of the most powerful beings in the universe…something Forras or his cult members didn’t’ have…and never will.

Yet you couldn’t deem yourself as the victor…not just yet. Because the moment that the six Princes shifted forms, revealing their demonic entities, the angels took on a different stance in their offensive line as they all communicated with one another. With their bodies shifting from side to side, in sync, they let out a vibrating cry into the sky, much like they did earlier. However, there was something different in the tone that they screamed out, it was ritualistic, and it came out in a calling beat.

The sun was setting, yet its light was still illuminating the city….that was, until the cries of each angel beckoned upon a greater…much larger force from above.

A giant shadow casts over the city grounds, causing everything to grow dim.

Looking up, you take notice of all the birds, they were migrating far and away from the premises. Shifting your gaze, you watched as each brother, while adorning their beastly exposed forms, all look up as they took in the sight of something that seemed to be much more powerful than the generic angels they were battling with.

Looking up, you watch as a large, shadowed figure emerges from the clouds in the sky, coming out of the mist as it towered over the tallest building. With each step it took, the earth rumbled as the bricks and beams of the city’s infrastructure falters from it’s mighty presence.

‘…..What is that?’

The figure fully exposes itself as it draws nearer. It looked nothing like the angels that plagued the population, yet it was evident that this gigantic entity was associated with the silver metallic beings as you watched all of them levitate, flying towards the towering figure and encircling it, creating a defensive barrier around its structure.....the lore of shadows and all things that was considered evil...more so than the Devil, at least...in your eyes...he was.

You, as well as the entire population, only knew of the angels that frequented the mortal realm as they killed off the selectees every seven days. How strange that one of them would be different from the rest.

‘Is it God?.....What is it?’

Suddenly, Forras' voice could be overheard as he shouts out with a horrifying sense of excitement in his tone.

“You demons! Monsters and beasts from Hell! You and that whore cannot withstand he ultimate power of God’s greatest angel! He will destroy you much like he will send his angels to finish the job in cleansing the world and ridding it of the filth that plagues it, once and for all! Behold the archangel, Jol!”

Shuttering at the last bit of his words, you recalled the history lesson that Niki shared with you in regards to Heeseung, God, the creation of people….and the archangel that secretly despised the concept in the creation of people, and was conspiring against God to destroy them…along with Heeseung…..yet the latter had changed, and according to the brothers, it was due to you, yet you had no idea as to how.

The world came to a standstill, as you and each of the six princes watch the large form let out a powerful scream.

For a moment….you truly felt fearful, even after accepting death through the tortuous manner that the angels were prepared to relinquish on you, only to be saved and guarded by the six brothers.

Yet, all hope seemed lost, even with the each prince present, faithfully by your side as they catered around the base of the platform, preparing to fight off the archangel, all for the sake of your safety.

“I beseech you! Archangel Jol! Kill off these monsters and destroy that woman who has offended God and your ultimate power!”

Forras’s words echo throughout the city, bouncing off every building as it makes its way to the ears of the monster above.

Shifting their stances, the brothers heed the outspoken words of the Senator, and nearly took flight when the sudden shrilling scream of the towering monster was let out.

It gazed off to the side, and shrilled out once more, as if it was displeased over something. Looking over to the far end of the city, you observed how each Prince shifted their gaze in the same direction.

“Senator! Over there!”

The moment the regulator spoke out, you noticed another shadow casting over the city, however, it didn’t just dim the entire land as the archangel had done with his enormous stature. For a moment, just a split second, the entire city turned dark, pitch black even.

As they spread out in mid-flight, you squinted your eyes as you observed closely at what was coating the sky and ridding the city every bit of its light…

‘….Bats?....’

Another schilling scream emerges from the archangel, it caused your ear drums to become static with the vibrations that punctured through the drum. It was painfully loud, and you had wondered why as you shifted your gaze in the direction it was looking at.

............

From afar, you watched the familiar figure making his way over. With delicate steps, he calmly makes his way as the bats all surround the city, creating a dark ring to formulate.

You watched as he dawns his all-black apparel, taking each step in a suave manner as one hand is loosely tucked into one of his trouser pockets, while the other drapes low to his side, slightly swaying as he moved. His hair wasn’t the silver ash color as you remembered, instead, it was jet black, yet one unique feature remained that was a dead giveaway in letting you know just who it was that was approaching…

‘That lace mask…its him....he’s here…’

Each brother, while remaining in their powerful and intimidating demonic forms, all render absolute respect as they kneel and bow in the direction of the figure breaching the center of the city.

“Who is that?” The Senator inquires with his regulators, yet none of them could acknowledge the man’s identity as they never saw him before.

His face remains a mystery. A subtle side smirk births from the corner of his mouth as he looks ahead and sees you…

He sees you.

How beautiful and delectable you looked…yet he felt the pent-up rage as he takes in the sight of those awful chains that restricts your movement, trapping you to be mercilessly killed off like cattle.

Unless it was by his own hand, no one had the right to chain you up...no one. Whoever they are, once he's finished here, he had some work to do on the figures that dare to tie you down like so.

Hearing the shrilled screams once more, he shifts his masked gaze up to the enormous figure that riddled the city with fear. A wide smirk and chuckle was his only response as he observes the familiar form of the one that he knew very well.

‘Heh…so it was you….Jol….’

Rubbing the tips of his fingers together, a telepathic sense of communication was rendered as the bats, in groups of thousands, perhaps millions, go from ringing in the city, to trailing in flight towards his direction. Flying in spirals around his lithe form, a mob of darkness ensues and engulfs him. He no longer becomes visible to everyone nearby, only the merging darkness of the bats could be seen.

The bats continue to screech their calls as they create a tornado out of their flying form, slowly shapeshifting into something wild and unruly.

Just as the brothers took on mystical demonic forms, so did he….yet it became evident as to why each brother respected and acknowledged him as the ruler, and it wasn’t merely just due to his age, him being the first archangel, favorited by God, or the ruler of Hell…..

Just as the archangel Jol towered over each building, so did Heeseung…yet he appeared even taller. His humanoid body displayed the power of his shape as the muscle definition was accompanied by the blood red eyes that glared with a glow that could beam a hole right through your heart. Spiked hair trailed down his spine, all the way down to the smooth tail that led to a seared and sharply jagged point, resembling a spear, yet there were intricate sawed edges that trailed the outline of its tip.

His head resembled that of an animal, yet it had the appeal of a skull without flesh. On top his head, were a pair of sharp horns that extended towards the Heavens, paired with the black feathered wings that draped over his back. It was strange, how all the angels, even the archangel Jol, and Heeseung’s brothers carried beautiful wings that were decorated with smokey-gray and ashy colored feathers, yet with Heeseung, the pair he dawned was all black, lustrous with a shine that reflected a dark red and purple hue.

There he was, standing just as gigantic as the murderous archangel off to your side….Heeseung.... in his fearsome form.

......................

"To all you mortals, demons, angels, and Gods,

Disburse yourselves, gather in numbers, no matter even or odd.

Cast your armies of Heaven’s Guardians, led by the great captain, the archangel Michael.

Or unleash the demons of Hell, that stem the darkest souls, through scripture and tale.

One chance is all I’ll permit, go forth and bear your arms.

Gather every weapon imaginable, your spells, chants, and spiritual charms.

Take every man, woman, and child, and teach them to kill,

Exhaust all matters you can, in keeping me chained, bloodied and still.

To all you weak mortals, bloodthirsty demons, sinful angels, and ignorant Gods,

Do what you need to, as I will stand and give applause.

Let it be known, since the creation of Heaven and Hell, the birth of the Earth, Moon, and Sun,

That I have remained, and will stand victorious, no matter if you fight, defend, hide, or run.

Make every attempt you must, and cover every inch of land and water,

There’s nowhere for you to go, when I am in the mood to slaughter.

I am the fire that burns within your veins,

I am the raging beast that you cannot tame.

I am the shadow that casts the darkness in your blood,

I am the pain and pleasure in both, hatred, and love.

I am the ruthless killer, a disease that infects your soul,

I am the kind archangel, that heals your wounds, sealing every hole.

Take your knee, and bend your bows,

God will not save you, no matter how much you vow.

Look away from my eyes, you filthy whores, and farmers of pity,

Only she who removes my mask, will be eternally worthy.

Now rattle yourselves in fear and equip yourself with prayers, as I The Devil, Lucifer, The Prince of Darkness, The First and God’s Most Favored Archangel, and Master of Hell.

Will split my crown, and birth the Goddess of Sacred Sin, the Queen of Acedia,

Eternally my muse, my beautiful desire, and everlasting mania."

............

With a roar of his own, all eyes witness the unspeakable events that occurred just from his thunderous tone….the waves of the ocean rumbling…rising to heights that could be compared to mountains.

Buildings from afar tremble and crumble down from the harsh vibrations of his echo, the sky dawns a red hue as the sun hides away in fear upon hearing the chaos and calamity in his demonic scream.

This….before the world, stood the Devil…in his full glory...ready to take on Jol...to save you....and to take you away.

C O D E D M E S S A G E

Authors note: Tomorrow......

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rollinouttahere-writes · 24 days

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I decided to write an alternate ending to Spandam confronting Doflamingo. The thrilling conclusion to the Spandam fucks around and finds out trilogy.

Warnings for violence, body horror, torture, death, and Doflamingo using his devil fruit in egregious ways.

Warlord meetings could be mildly amusing and entertaining to a point. An opportunity to annoy other warlords and Sengoku or terrorize some lowly marines was a grand old time in Doflamingo's book.

Today was not one of those days where he could enjoy such trivial pleasures. He had too much on his mind. He didn't want to be here at all and only showed up on the off chance that they might let slip some information he wants. Much to his chagrin, nothing of note came from the meeting. His dear niece wasn't mentioned once.

With his mood already sour, he didn't care enough to turn around when he heard someone behind him yelling. No one here would dare to speak to him that way, so he knows it's not for him, and thus not important.

At least that's what he thought until someone grabbed the bottom of his coat and yanked on it.

A vein bulged in his forehead and an eye twitched. Whoever was stupid enough to do this wasn't going to be around long enough to do it again.

Doflamingo whipped around with an unnaturally wide smile on his face, ready to see who had just volunteered themselves to be some prime stress relief for him.

Far beneath him was a pathetic whelp of a man that he had recently become familiar with through his investigating. Spandam was glowering up at him with stiff posture enforced by the brace around his torso. It would appear that he's graduated from using a wheelchair. Such a shame that he won't be able to enjoy that for long.

Stooping down, Doflamingo leered at the man, "What do you want?"

"You know exactly what I want!" Spandam snapped at the warlord with a shocking level of confidence given that he didn't have so much as a single Cipher Pol guard dog with him. "I know that you know where Nubia is."

Much to Doflamingo's absolute chagrin, Spandam was wrong. Despite his best efforts, even he had been struggling to track her down. Those Straw Hat Pirates moved awfully quick, he'll give them that. As soon as he thought he had them, they were popping up somewhere else entirely. But Spandam didn't need to know this. Doflamingo chuckled, "And if I do?"

Spandam was visibly incensed by the response. His lip curled up into a snarl, "You need to disclose anything and everything you have on her to me! She is a wanted fugitive, and I'll see to it that you lose your warlord privileges if you're hiding her!"

The threat was completely empty. A Cipher Pol Chief didn't have authority over who was and wasn't a warlord. Even if he did, Doflamingo wouldn't care. He was powerful enough to not need the protection granted by the status.

Doflamingo laughed loudly, relishing in the palpable anger on Spandam's face. "I have nothing to tell you."

"Do you have any idea what that little demon did to me?!"

"Oh, yes. I'm very aware. I've never been so proud." Doflamingo chuckled as he recalled first reading the leaked medical records that he got a hold of. Truly, he didn't think Nubia had that in her, but it was a very pleasant surprise. It only made him want to have her under his care more.

Spandam was seething and noisily grinding his teeth. The ones he had left, at least. "Proud? Proud?! We'll see how proud you are when I've gotten my hands on her and reduced her to a screaming, sniveling brat begging for the mercy of death! And I w-!"

The tangent was cut short as Doflamingo forced his strings through Spandam's lips and pulled them tight. Muffled screams came out of his victim as he clawed at his mouth, desperate the pull out the strings. Even with his mouth sewn shut, his screams were surprisingly loud. It would be a shame if he anyone heard this and tried to cut the fun short...

Carefully manipulating his strings, Doflamingo forces them down Spandam's throat and into the laryn. He scream and writhes in pain, before being silenced when the strings wrap around the vocal cords and squeeze them tight.

Finally, Doflamingo was seeing the terror that he had been craving. He could tell that Spandam was putting together that Doflamingo had no intention of killing him quickly.

Doflamingo grabbed him by the brace and wrenched him up off the ground, noting how the man's eyes roll back from the pain of having his already severely damaged spine jostled violently. How cute. It was about to get so much worse.

Strings tapped into his spine, but instead of stopping there, he pushed them in deeper. Spandam flailed and tried to reach behind himself to pull them out, but that was put to rest quickly with the help of the parasitic strings taking control of his arms and forcing them to grab onto the two bars at the back of the brace instead. And pull.

The vocal cords were vibrating intensely from within his clutches, but were unable to make a sound. His strings slithered down the spinal column, wrapping around each and every vertebrate and searching for the broken ones. This was easy enough given that the metal rods stuck out like a sore thumb.

Doflamingo's grin split across his face and he brought Spandam up just enough to be at eye level with him, "What was it that you were going to do again? Reduce Nubia to 'a screaming, sniveling brat begging for the mercy of death'? That's what you said, yes?" Doflamingo paused as if Spandam could actually answer, mostly just to humor himself.

A malicious laugh crackled out of him as he saw the pleading desperation in Spandam's eyes grow more and more frantic. Doflamingo sneered at the pathetic display and ground out one last sentence, "If you're going to make threats, you need to be strong enough to face the consequences of them."

With that said, the strings tighten around the metal rods in his spine and rip. Them. Out. The bones they were once embedded in crack and shatter in response, and he can feel broken blood vessels soaking the strings. Spandam's body flails wildly for a few seconds, then jerks violently.

Without even touching the heart, Doflamingo can feel the cardiac arrhythmia clearly. The heart's rhythm couldn't regulate itself, not with the the strain it was under. Abruptly, it stopped, unable to cope with what it was being forced to endure.

Spandam's body spasmed a few times, then went limp. Doflamingo scoffed and dropped the dead body to the ground. Of course this weak coward would go into cardiac arrest and die just when things were getting interesting.

Still... Doflamingo couldn't deny that he felt much better now after blowing off some steam. How grand that the CP9 Chief had one moment of usefulness in his life.

The warlord turned on his heels and to resume the walk back to his ship, leaving the body to be discovered by whomever happens upon it first.

#strays au #crocodad series #donquixote doflamingo #spandam #i know this is random but i'm just writing whatever to try and force myself out of my writer's block

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throwaway-yandere · 1 year

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To my dear penpal

Happy Irodori Festival! Apologies if this letter reaches you after it (which in case, Good day!), the post office where i’m sending this from has some issues with delivering letters.

So, how are you? Anything else on your mind? You have a significant other? Someone else? Well, seeing as this letter isnt…instant, i’ll tell you about mine.

Within this April, I am going to get…faux-engaged, i suppose. Quite a huge prank by my friends there, and I agreed because why the hell not, it won’t hurt anybody, right? They even got the dresses and venues and everything.

The guy i’m gonna get “engaged” to is an…interesting person. We don’t know where he came from, but somehow he got along with a friend and boom, he’s in our group. It’s more like he’s hostaged, but I digress. Anyway, that’s a long enough letter.

Do reply quickly, will you? It’s a long time before I recieve your reply.

Sincerely,

Luthien

cw: implied character deaths, manipulative behavior

From this yandere genshin secret pen pal event

✥ YOU GOT A LETTER FROM YOUR SECRET PEN PAL!!!

"Calx" tucked the letter inside an envelope and sealed it shut.

At first, he had trouble making the letter secure, but fortunately, the blonde's assistant left a substance that increased the flexibility of any liquid molecules to make them behave similarly to glue upon contact. For once after a year or so, he praised Timaeus's genius. It saved him enough trouble from confrontations.

He needed to lay low for now. He had to stay in Dragonspine for a few days or else.

"Albedo! Albedo!"

"Calx" froze.

"Albedo, Klee got the new pink crayons from Master Jean! I can start drawing hearts now!!!" The little elf cheered, waving it near his coat like a show-and-tell. "Please, pleeaase let me draw? Klee wants to be Lootheen's friend too, hee-hee!"

"Calx" sighed, annoyed, but there were no non-verbal cues to indicate those emotions.

He ruffled her hair robotically.

"Child, I've already sealed it. All that's left is to deliver the letter."

...

"Y-You're not Albedo..." Klee spoke, her voice bordering on a whimper.

"W-Where's Albedo? Where's my brother?"

"What are you talking about, Klee?" "Calx" replied nonchalantly. "Your brother is right here. Shall I extract my own 'DNA' samples to prove it?"

"YOU'RE NOT MY BROTHER!!"

Klee yelled immediately, drawing out strikes against "Calx"'s legs, but he barely moved.

"THE REAL ALBEDO WOULDN'T CALL KLEE "CHILD"- HE WOULD CALL KLEE: "KLEE"!!! GIVE ME BACK MY BROTHER!!!"

"Albedo" sighed.

With admirable swiftness, he snatched both of Klee's small yet deadly wrists and knelt to her height. His expression remained stoic, similar to how a patient daycare teacher would deal with a child's tantrums on a difficult day.

But such an act of kindness did not reach the cold glint in his eyes.

"Klee's a big girl now, you have the freedom to follow him. You're willing to find out where your brother is, right?"

Klee nodded, face contorted in childish yet reasonable anger.

Dorian gave her a small and merciful smile.

"Then why don't you come with me? There's a statue of the seven near a cliff here. Let's ask Lord Barbatos for his guidance."

If he could laugh, he would.

As if he ever needed an Archon's guidance for anything. He knows where this child's "brother" is,

and he knows exactly where you are too, "Luthien." The faulty post office essentially confirms it.

"Where is he? Where's Albedo?"

Dorian watched as Klee survey Dragonspine's terrain near Barbatos' statue. She inched closer to the edge, squinting her eyes as though she'd find him.

"Why don't you lean in closer? Let me help you."

"Okay..."

The chalk raised his hands and gave her one gentle and friendly push.

...

No matter how much a body weighs, it sounds so much softer when landing on thick snow from afar. Then again, maybe it's just the Anemo Archon's blessing that he did not hear her screams. After all:

Let the wind lead.

#ansy-writes #tag: pen pal or yokai #albedo x reader #honestly? not a bad pen pal #he's nice. i think.#yandere dorian x reader #genshin impact x reader #yes. this is in fact referencing rin's ebg lol

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lumenflowered · 3 months

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Pelipper Mail! A nightmare. It isn't yours.

(ooc: mdzs spoilers, violence, not sure exactly what this is but someone has their hand cut off, but it's not graphic)

You're in a temple, and a statue with a face scarily similar to A-Yao's leers down at you. Beside you, the actual A-Yao is slumped against a pillar, clutching at the stump where his hand used to be and breathing hard from his other injuries as well. He curls in a little bit, but even now he tries to act as gentle and graceful as he had before. Although you know what he's done now, you can't help but feel a bit bad for him.

You turn to A-Yao, "Sect Leader Jin," (Oh, and how it hurts to have to refer to him so formally, but you're not sworn brothers anymore. You're not anything anymore) you begin, "Please do not try any meaningless acts anymore. If you do anything, I will spare no mercy, and..." You take a deep breath. "I will take your life."

A-Yao Jin Guangyao nods, and you lean down to apply medicine to his wound, then turn around to Huaisang to ask for some painkillers. Huaisang nods, but just before he hands you the bottle, his pupils shrink in fear and he yells, "Brother Xichen, behind you!"

You feel your heart go cold as you see Huaisang's expression, and without hesitation you unsheathe your sword and stab behind you.

Jin Guangyao looks down at the blade piercing his chest, then back at you. You look away as you say, "Sect Leader Jin, I told you. If you do anything, I would show no mercy."

The calm facade shatters. You've never seen such a savage look on his face before. "Yes! You did say that! But did I do anything?!" You feel doubt suddenly, and even though you know he's a skilled liar, something seems wrong. You turn towards Huaisang, who's cowering in the corner, but Jin Guangyao just laughs bitterly, "Don't bother! What could you see? You never saw through me in all those years, after all."

Huaisang trembles and his voice shakes as he says, "Brother Xichen, please trust me, I really did see..."

Sweet, harmless Huaisang, there's no way he could lie like this, you think, but you remember thinking the exact same thing about Jin Guangyao. He can see it in your eyes, he always has been able to know what you were thinking with just a look, and he begins to laugh again.

"Lan Xichen! In this life, I’ve lied countless times, killed countless times. Like you said, I killed my father, my brother, my wife, my son, my teacher, my friend—of all the evil in the world, what haven’t I done?!” As he rants, he gets up and moves toward you, the sword in his chest sinking deeper. You try to stop him, but he just keeps going. Soon, he's right in front of you and grabs the lapels of your robe.

He takes a rasping breath before he continues, "But I've never even thought of harming you!"

Somehow, you know deep in your soul that A-Yao is telling the truth. And something inside you shatters.

P elipper nightmare?

ye. seemed like a p rough one

I could havedone without further blood on my hands. TrulyI could have.

lets just hope that one didnt belong to anyone you know?

…Let’ s.

#musharna mail #pelipper mail #rotomblr #pokeblog rp #pokeblogging #pokemon irl

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ijwrff · 2 years

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UWU

I have a good idea, how about a Yandere King Darkiplier and a Yandere King antisepticeye sharing a prisoner reader?

You make this idea into a oneshot or anything you want.

Sorry I have been reading a lot of Yandere King x Reader fics.

Their status of Kings is more implied I hope that's okay! Mentions of castles and status being about as far as it goes. I loved this idea though, so happy to write for it! I haven't read many yandere king fics...I should change that XD

Word count: 1,152

Somewhere along the line, you began going to a certain place every night when you fell asleep. You’d be falling asleep one moment, then the next…a vast expanse of nothingness.

Each night was uneventful, walking around looking for…something. It didn’t feel like a dream either, you could feel your arm if you poked it, and walking for a while would make your feet and legs sore.

Sometimes it felt like you were there for days, but then you’d wake up eight hours later. Other days it would feel like minutes, but again…you would wake up eight hours later.

Tonight, you laid down as usual and spoke to yourself before completely falling, “Let my dreams be eventful tonight, I’m sick and tired of nothing.” And you succumbed to your slumber.

God…the phrase “be careful what you wish for” had never rang more true.

When you opened your eyes you were back in the same emptiness. But something felt different…you felt like you were being watched. Something was in here with you.

Thinking it was just a dream, you laid down on the floor and yelled out “Come and get me!” You didn’t have fear in that moment, but when the feeling of being watched grew too strong, you heard a voice.

“Run.” It said, but it didn’t sound like one singular voice, it sounded like two. Speaking in unison.

That word made your blood run cold, and you found yourself getting up and sprinting into some direction. These beings…they would hurt you. And everything felt so real in this dream, you didn’t want to know what it felt like to be at the mercy of these beings.

It had to be hours…or maybe minutes. But soon you felt worn out, you couldn’t keep running for much longer. It was terrifying, the thought of being caught by whatever was out there. You looked back many times, but never saw anything. If anything, it felt like you were running on a treadmill, not making any progress. And whatever was out there was sitting and watching in amusement.

You heard a voice, one that sounded far from human, “Should we stop them? This is just pathetic.” They were talking about you.

“I suppose we could. I’m getting bored of this anyways.” A second voice came.

This stopped you in your tracks, and you turned in every direction trying to find where the voices were coming from.

“Come on then! What are you gonna do to me?” You called out, still turning to try and find the source of the voices.

The hair on the back of your neck stood up and you felt a hand wrap around your throat.

It turned you, and you were faced with two men. However…men didn’t really fit. They looked far from humans. One with a large slit on his neck with a green aura around him, the one holding you by the neck. The other has two colors emanating from him, blue and red.

After a moment, the green one lifted you up with a single hand, and you used both of yours to try and remove the hand from around your neck to no avail.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing in our domain?” The voice cracked many times, and sounded both amused and annoyed.

You coughed, and couldn’t get any words out.

The thing threw you to the ground, and the other looked unamused.

“Speak. Now.” The one dressed finely said.

Another cough, “I…I don’t know. Every night for weeks I dream of being in this place.”

A cackle left the green thing’s throat as he spoke, “Dream? Far from it babe. You’re in the void. A plane of demons.”

You felt fear in that moment, even more so than being lifted by the throat. “D-demons? Plane?” You scrambled up, and the green demon stepped closer.

“Tch…don’t play dumb. You’re clearly adept in magic to come to our void every night.” He stepped closer and you took a step back. But for every step backwards you made, he made two steps forward until he was standing over you.

He nearly grabbed you again, but the other stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder, “Anti…come now. We want answers, and clearly this person doesn’t have any.”

“Shut your mouth Dark! It’s not often we get a human in the void.” He glared back at the other party.

Dark rolled his eyes at Anti’s outburst, before looking back to you, “Perhaps…we could keep this one. For a time. Figure out how they were getting here.”

K-keep? “I…just wanna wake up.”

Anti flicked your forehead hard, and it made you flinch. “We could keep them…in my castle.”

“No, it will be in my castle.” Dark said, locking eyes with you and gave you a smile that would have been endearing were they not talking about “keeping” you.

Anti turned around, agitated, and shoved Dark. Dark did not move, and looked to Anti unamused.

“Very mature Anti.” He looked directly at the other demon, “My cells are far cleaner than yours. We wouldn’t want to cause our…guest…to become ill from the conditions in your own cells.”

You pinched yourself, hard, but didn’t wake up.

The other two beings noticed this and chuckled.

“Fine,” Anti resolved, “Your cell. But I’m coming to interrogate them. Or…just give them the kind of company they secretly crave.” And he looked to you and smirked.

It only made you recoil from the touch even more. But despite not wanting anything to do with these demons, Anti grabbed your arm roughly and you were transported to exactly what they mentioned, a cell.

Stone walls, a toilet, and a firm bed. Though it seemed…clean. Maybe you got lucky not going to Anti’s cells.

Wait…what were you thinking? LUCKY? TO BE IN A PRISON CELL?

You looked around you, and saw both Dark and Anti standing just outside the cell.

Dark spoke up first, “Now…little pet. You’re going to stay here with us until we learn all of your secrets.”

“I told you! I don’t know how I got here!”

Anti scoffed, “We know that much. You seem too frazzled to be a good liar.” He leaned in, making you recoil to the far side of the cell which only made him snicker. “We want to…get to know you better. As it were.”

Dark straightened his tie, “What he means to say is, we don’t often get someone so…appealing, in the void. We’re going to keep you for a long time, until we know everything about you.”

Anti cackled, “And don’t worry about escaping or dying. The things in the void don’t die unless we will them to. So if we have to resort to alternate means to get information from you…we won’t hesitate. So it’s best if you cooperate.”

Tears fell down your face…

Something tells you that you won’t be waking up from this “dream”.

#yandere! king! darkiplier #yandere! king! antisepticeye #yandere x reader #king x reader #yandere dark x reader #yandere anti x reader #x reader #tw; brief violence (but very mild)#darkiplier x reader #antisepticeye x reader #gn reader #anti x reader #jacksepticeye egos #markiplier egos

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nclgsticore · 2 years

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Work

Hayley Atwell x Reader

Credit to GIF owner. GIF is not mine <3

(Lord have mercy. The GIF is killing me.)

Main Masterlist

Warning: Smut, Dom!Hayley, Sub!Reader, degrading, humiliation kink, fingering (r receives), oral (r receives), soft sex, secret relationship.

Pet names such as darling, kitten, and princess.

Y/n's Second POV

Good lord, today's filming almost killed you. Jumping around, and even drifted the car 120 miles per hour for the stupid scene on the mountain.

"Bloody hell. Now where the fuck is water. Water water water." You chanted as you walk around the area.

"Where the hell is the cooler? I need some water." You look at your watch, and the time is 7:45 PM. No wonder the sky is getting dark.

"Y/n? Where are you?" You hear one of the crew's voices, Jason, calling for you. When you turn around, seeing him running towards you with the things that you left with him this morning.

"Atwell. Where is she?" You ask him while folding the sleeves of your shirt up to your elbows.

"She's waiting outside of your trailer." Oh great. Hayley is waiting outside your trailer now.

"Thanks, Jay." You grab your things and look back at Jason,

"Jay! I'm free until when?!"

"Tomorrow morning. 10 is your next scene! Don't be late!"

"Alright, boss!" You walk straight to your trailer, seeing Hayley still in her working attire, messy looking but she's holding her bag with her and keys dangling in her hand when she sees you walking towards her, she immediately puts a professional mask on, making you laugh in your head. She's trying so hard not to show anyone that... never mind.

"Now now. At last, you're here. Where were you?" She asks you and you just ignore her question, unlocked the door to the trailer and went in, and of course, she followed behind you not long after that.

"Ignoring me now, huh? Seriously? Y/n! I'm talking to-" Your hand pushes her against the door, slamming the door immediately, hoping no one's around as you press your lips on top of hers, shutting her up in a second before pulling back and locking the door, closing the curtain and you continue what you were going to do, take a shower.

Wow, that really stones her down and she's like a statue, standing at the door but her eyes are eyeing me as you pull the clothes off your body, and as you take your bra off, her face went red like a turnip, and she just looks down, taking her eyes away from your body.

"Hayley Elizabeth Atwell, since when do you get so shy when I'm taking my clothes off? You've seen more than that, Hayhay." You smile as you pick your towel up from the hanger you have hung on the hanging post not far from you, setting the lights pretty dimmed before getting into the bathroom and you yell,

"This bathroom can fit another person!" And you hear ruffling sounds, and you smile like an idiot, knowing she's stripping down before little thuds approaching the bathroom and when you open the door for her, she's standing outside of the door, naked while she covers her body.

"Oh, you silly-" You quickly pull her into the bathroom when she giggles playfully, hugging your body once the water from the showerhead hits her body. Your hand just closes the door and the steam starts stirring up, fogging the glass door. You turn back to Hayley who has her hands hugging your waist close to her, and she kisses your collarbone, leaving faint marks on the area.

"Look at you now Hayhay. All mean to me in public, but all close hmm right now?" She hums as you connect your lips together, slipping with little laughs from the both of you, touching each other like kids, and a gasp escapes you from having her hand on your breasts, tenderly fondling them in her hands just when a shaky breath falls off your lips. She lowers her head, peppering kisses down your neck, towards your chest before feeling her tongue flicking on your right nipple, making your head slightly bangs against the wall when you tilt your head to the back, feeling the pressure she's building up inside you.

"H-Hayley darling..." Your hand grips the back of her head before she switches, going to the left and her hand creeps down to your thighs, pushing them apart before resting her hand on your inner thigh. Then she lowers herself down, continue kissing down your stomach and she places one of your legs on her shoulder, kissing the inside of your thighs and you slide a bit down the wall as you feel her licking slowly along your slit, circling your clit and soft moans starts getting louder from you.

"God, fuck."

"Hmm... God and fuck in the same sentence? Such an unholy girl." You don't even know how you could end up with her like this. She's 40 and you're barely 20. Working together a few years back in a Marvel movie, yet here you are again with her, hooking up with her secretly these past months and you never knew how possessive she could be. And she is. Super possessive and protective over you. Devouring you like a hungry beast in most mornings, waking you up with you close to the urge to come so hard.

"Dumb little kitten. That's what you are right, darling? Mommy's dumb, slutty little kitten hmm?" She slowly pushes one finger inside you, still flicking your clit as you grip her hair harder, feeling the hot water streaming on top the both of you before she adds another finger, pumping them in and out of you in a rhythmic pace, letting you calm down instead of pushing you straight to the edge.

"Please, H-Hayley. Make me come please." She hums against your core, making you whine in pleasure as she follows your order, picking up her pace and keeps hitting on your sweet spot without hurting you. She's just so soft and gentle on your body as if you're made of glass. Your hand clench harder on her head as you feel your orgasm builds up really fast, making you keep chanting her name on your lips like a prayer, begging her to let you come.

"Yes, doll. You can let it out for me my darling. No one's stopping you, my gorgeous girl." She holds your thigh firmer as you ride your high, keeping the pace of her fingers on and on until you whimper from the overstimulation, "Too much Mommy," You choke out between whimpers, and she pulls her fingers out, and you feel her licking up your mess before placing a small kiss on your clit and kissing up your body, catching you before you fall to the floor of the bathroom.

"Shh... You've done so good, princess. Always a good girl aren't you?" She cleans you up, gave you a shower before getting you to bed, and slips you into a simple t-shirt and plain bottoms before she puts on something on her, and she looks at you who's lying on the bed.

"Wanna go takeaway and hang out somewhere tonight?" You hum and she chuckles as she sees you almost closing your eyes.

"Or you wanna stay at the hotel tonight? We can get korean food tonight on the way." You nod and she take your bag before picking you up and turning all the lights off, carrying you out of the trailer and locking the door, making your way to her car to get both of you hungry tummy filled up and a good rest.

#hayley atwell smut #smut #hayley atwell x reader #hayley atwell imagines #peggy carter smuts #peggy carter #smuts #mommy kink

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janeykath318 · 1 year

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The Kidnapping Of The Easter Bunny (TaserBones)

“You mean to tell me you’re calling in a Strike team over the damn Easter bunny? Have you lost your mind?”

Brock was incredulous as he paced in front of Hill’s desk. He couldn’t believe he’d been pulled off of his assignment over a kid’s fairy tale character.

“The status of my mind is debatable, I’ll admit, but the situation is no joke, I assure you,” Maria informed him. “Darcy Lewis donned the bunny suit to gather information about some suspicious activity in the dollar store parking lot. We……underestimated the situation a bit. Despite Darcy’s considerable talents in being completely unthreatening in an undercover op, something tipped the suspect’s off and we lost contact with her an hour ago.”

Brock swore under his breath as Maria pulled up Darcy’s picture and last known ping from her phone. He’d had an ongoing passing flirtation with her in the halls, but hadn’t learned who she was, due to the thrill of the chase. He’d been hoping she’d tell him her name voluntarily and he’d been patient about the flirting.

But now she’d gone and gotten mixed up in a mess that did not bode well for her. Brock really wanted to yell at somebody for letting her do this, but that would just waste precious time. He’d let Fury hear about it later.

After watching some grainy footage and briefing his team, they got their gear and headed out to the scene.

Witness reports were promising. Seeing a woman in a rabbit costume get kidnapped was hard to miss. The crime scene technicians were crawling over the area and going over it with a fine toothed comb.

Darcy, meanwhile, was pretending to be unconscious while plotting her escape. Her drug addled captors had not done a great job of tying her up and she’d quickly undone the ropes. Having had experience in the kidnapping department and knowledge passed along from Natasha, she wasn’t all that scared. Feeling in her pocket for her can of mace and stash of knives, she grinned in satisfaction. Those losers wouldn’t stand a chance.

Fifteen minutes later, a black van screeched to a stop beside the shield Escalade. It was surrounded within seconds.

“Come out with your hands up!” Brock ordered the driver.

A disheveled looking woman emerged, hands in the air and wearing a dirty and slightly tattered bunny costume.

“It’s just me, Darcy Lewis!” she announced. “I brought you guys some presents, Commander! Check the back of the van.”

“Better not be chocolate eggs, Lewis,” Brock responded, “You know how I feel about that shit.”

“Yes, I do, Mr. No Sugar,” she responded fondly, as Brock checked her over. “This present is the tied up drug pushers variety. They might just tell you where their boss is if you use your scary face on them.”

Brock stared at her and shook his head, a slow smile crossing his face.

“You’re unbelievable, Lewis. Don’t go anywhere.”

The van door was yanked open and found to contain three wide eyed, trussed up men, all of whom started freaking out and whining for mercy. Brock turned them over to the police once he’d gotten what he needed out of them, then he went to find Darcy, who had taken off the dirty rabbit costumes and been checked by paramedics.

Brock watched her polish off an entire water bottle and she heaved a satisfied sigh.

“Ah. Much better. Oh, hey, Brock. You got things wrapped up with Larry, Moe, and Curly over there?”

He snorted then nodded.

“Yep. Not the brightest bulbs in the shed. Care to tell me the whole story?”

“Gladly. So there I was, hopping around and waving at the little kids when these bozos show up. They’d been coming there every few days and one of them was on Shield’s radar, so they’d asked me to surreptitiously keep an eye out. Well, Moe got suspicious and decided to grab me. Being in a hurry and scared of their boss, they didn’t tie me up very well and they didn’t know about my stash hidden in my bunny suit.”

She pulled out the mace and not one, but FIVE knives.

Brock’s eyes rose.

“Spent a lot of time with Romanoff, Lewis?” He asked dryly.

“Natasha is a fountain of wisdom, Commander!” Darcy exclaimed, lovingly stroking one of the knives. “This one was a birthday present from Bucky,” she informed him, holding up another knife with a glittering pink handle.

“Barnes gives you presents?” Brock asked, sounding more jealous than he’d intended.

Darcy looked gleeful as she answered with a laugh, “Oh, he’s my buddy, but not like that. He’s moving to Louisiana soon to be with his love. They’re super cute together. You’re more than welcome to add to my collection, Brock. I bet you know a lot about knives, too.”

She wiggled her eyebrows at him and Brock fell right into her flirting trap as he always did.

“Oh, you know it, sweetheart. Wanna talk about it over dinner sometime?”

Darcy grinned. “Absolutely.”

#taserbones #darcy lewis #brock rumlow

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madphantom · 3 months

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I'm back with a Susan's Hell Sprint snippet:D

Suddenly the Dog raised his head, squinted into the breeze. As if he'd heard someone call, he leaped up and ran into the darkness of the trees.

“Hey, don't run away!”, I yelled and ran after him, but after a few steps I realized he was a great deal faster than me. I turned around. “Any idea where he might have gone?”

Rory chewed his lip.

“Hmmmm,” he said. “A vague one.”

“The cemetery is larger than it looks at first glance,” Rory explained while we walked down an overgrown footpath leading into the direction the Dog had ran. “If you walk through the treeline, you'll find a second chapel and some graves. All abandoned of course.”

I skipped over to his side. “Why abandoned?”

He chuckled. “Fear.”

“Oh? Is this another ghost story?”

“In a way.” We crossed the treeline and instantly, a cold breeze blew my hair out of my face. I shivered. Something fluttered in the treetops.

“Once upon a time there were seven friends who wanted to build a house where they could all live together,” Rory began and his voice was light as the leaves crackling beneath our footsteps. “They looked for a good place for a long time, until finally, they set foot in a valley, and knew it was right. The long grass swaying in the soft breeze, the lake glittering in the pale spring sun, the green hills and fragrant woods…they all seemed to call for someone to find their peace here.”

“I'm gonna go ahead and assume it was this valley.”

His thin lips curled into a fine smile. “You're absolutely correct. As I said, the moment they arrived in this valley, they knew it was their destiny to stay forever. And so the friends began to build a house.

It was a long and tedious process, but they were friends, and they built it with mutual joy and happiness in their hearts. And after seven months, the house was completed, and the friends moved in and celebrated all night long.” He hesitated. “But when they were drunk with wine and unable to defend themselves, tragedy struck.”

A dry branch broke beneath my foot and I jumped. The sudden sound had set the scene.

Rory's voice cracked a little when he continued. “A...a group of intruders broke into their peaceful home, eager for blood and screams. For seven days, the men tortured the friends and murdered them one by one.”

“That took a dark turn,” I commented. For some reason, my heart was drumming.

Rory climbed over a dead, skeletal tree that had fallen over the path and I followed. The bleached wood was smooth and cool under my fingertips.

“Dark turns are frequent here.” He chuckled. “Do you want to hear the rest of the story?”

I shrugged. “Of course.” Then I squinted when I saw the outline of something large among the trees. “What's that?”

“That, my dear, is the abandoned chapel,” Rory explained and we stepped onto the clearing.

The chapel was not gigantic, but also not too small. The bells in the tower occasionally made soft, deep sounds in the wind. Weathered angel statues, their wings chipped and partially broken off, seamed the half open door, guarding the entrance. By the chapel stood seven overgrown gravestones.

Rory walked over to the left side of the row. “The first was drowned in the lake on a moonlit night, and sank like a stone to sleep with the fishes.” His voice was melancholic. “His bones rested among pebbles, algae grew in his ribs and great carps tugged and tore at his white skin and flesh, until the current carried him to the banks and he was found, tangled in the roots of a willow tree.”

He walked over to the second grave and a crow called somewhere in the woods.

“The second was strung up in a tree, and his lifeless body still swayed among the branches for months after, until the rope snapped and he landed in the thorny foliage, tangled up and slowly consumed by the brambles.”

Two steps, the next gravestone.

“The third was given a merciful death by one of the less inhuman crooks, choked by a pillow in the house he had built, the very house he had wanted to find peace in. His body was left in the bed, still sore from the beatings, and blood and skin soaked the once pristine sheets.”

I shivered as he walked over to the next grave.

“The fourth was beaten bloody and senseless, and pushed face down into a roadside pond. Silvery bubbles rose up from among his long hair, but he was unable to move. He died, gargling muddy water, floating just beneath the surface.”

Just like Aunt Dot, I thought and as if he'd read my thoughts he glanced up. “You alright?”

I nodded. “Yes, keep going.”

“The fifth was brought into the hills, his face skinned off with a rusty knife, and he rolled around the rocks and tall grass in anguish and blinding pain, until he succumbed to his wounds.

The sixth was tied to a tree out in the field and starved. For six days he fought the weakness in his bones, until his body gave in and he curled up like a leashed dog and died, his ribcage exposed as if he had already passed a long time ago.”

Something poked me in the side and I flinched. When I looked down the Dog looked back, wagging his tail. I got on my knees and ran my fingers over his soft fur. It was comforting.

“Good boy,” I whispered. When I glanced up, Rory was standing on the side of the seventh grave, his nose scrunched up, as it always was when he was skeptical about something.

“What happened to the seventh friend?”, I asked. “Did they kill him too?”

“Oh.” He smiled a little, but it was an oddly cynical smile. “No, they let him live. Someone has to tell the story, they told him. But they didn't want to make it too easy for him, so they led him to the edge of the woods, where he could just about see the lights of the nearest house, and then they cut his eyes out. And laughing, they left him there, and told him to find someone who'd want to listen to him now.”

“Oh my God.” I paused, breathless. “Did he find the village?”

Rory smiled. “Yes. Yes, as a matter of fact he did. He collapsed on the doorstep of the first house, pleading for help, and help came. A family lived in that house, and they took him in, and they treated his wounds and listened to his story. Meanwhile, a search party set out. They found the six other friends, but the murderers were long gone, and all that was left was the house, and the curtains blowing in the wind, and the moon reflecting in the lake, and the age old peaceful silence in the valley.

Well, what can I say? The six were buried while the seventh still fought for his life in the family's guest bedroom. Three days after the funeral, the fever finally won.

But when he died, he made a promise to that family. He promised that he would not let what had happened to him and his friends turn him into a vengeful revenant. He promised that he would believe in the goodness of humanity. And he would protect it…no matter the cost.”

He trailed off, staring into the shadows among the trees, and I realized his hands were shaking ever so slightly.

“That's a sad story,” I said.

Rory turned to me and smirked. “But it's true.”

#personal post #sarah the novel #susan's hell sprint

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the-scouts-codex · 11 months

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Summary: “A Housewarden meeting?” Renmu repeats. “Yes, a Housewarden meeting. Normally Housewardens are elected by previous Housewardens and or by challenging one for the position.” The Headmage explained, “Since Ramshackle is still considered a dorm, and You and Grim have taken residence in it, this makes you Housewarden of Ramshackle. Therefore, you now attend Housewarden meetings.”

Scout's Notes: This fic is 11,333 words. Yes, that is a lot of words lol. So I will be posting my work in parts. This is part 3. This fic is also found on A03 here. Thescoutscodex

Part one can be found here. Part 2 is here.

An assortment of food was offered to the table. Foreign dishes were served along with seafood and sweets. The food looked amazing. Everyone took from the shared platters.

“You can thank Jamil, and Trey for the food and sweets.” Jade said happily.

“Yeah thanks to them I didn’t have to do it.” Floyd said happily.

“Thanks for the food.” Renmu said softly.

“You’re quite welcome.” Trey said with a cunning smile.

“Jamil’s cooking is always the best!” Kalim laughed loudly.

“Now, I know some of us have already done so, but we must introduce ourselves.” Azul announced. “Please include titles.”

Leona and Idia groaned. “Leona Kingscholar. Housewarden of Savanaclaw.” Leona growled.

“Ruggie Bucchie.” Ruggie said lazily. “Not a Vice but Leona’s right hand man.”

“Riddle Rosehearts, Housewarden of Heartslabyul.” Riddle said proudly.

“Trey Clover, Vice Housewarden of Heartslabyul.” Trey said, tipping his fedora.

“Cater Diamond, Trey’s right hand man.” Cate said with a wink.

Trey shook his head and laughed. Next was Azul. “Azul Ashengrotto, Housewarden of Octavinelle and Proud owner of Mostro Lounge”

“Jade Leach, Vice Housewarden of Octavinelle.” Jade said smiling.

Floyd sighed. “Floyd Leach. I’m his muscle I guess.”

Renmu was confused. “What do you mean by muscle?”

Floyd, Jade and Azul smirked. “Let’s hope you are never on the receiving end of a beached contract. You will find out why he’s my muscle.” Azul explained.

Renmu’s mouth went dry. He could put two and two together. Jamil took a sip of his drink before speaking.

“Jamil Viper, Vice Housewarden of Scarabia.”

Kalim stood up excitedly. “Yaay, my turn. I’m Kalim Al-Asim, Housewarden of Scarabia!”

Renmu smiled. He was adorable. “Ah, I guess it’s my turn.” Renmu said nervously. “Yuu Renmu desu…A-Ah, I mean, I’m Renmu Yuu. The new Housewarden of Ramshackle.”

Lilia hummed in thought. “Which one is your surname? You introduced yourself to me earlier with Yuu first.”

“Oh, where I come from, we introduce ourselves with our surname first, not our given name.” Renmu explained, “Yuu is my surname, Renmu is my given name.”

“Oh, so like military rules. I would love to learn more about your home when the time comes.” Lilia said.

“As would I.” Riddle announced.

It made Renmu happy that they already wanted to know more about him.

“Keep the line going!” Floyd yelled.

Lilia chuckled. “Lilia Vanrouge, Vice Housewarden of Diasomnia.”

“Malleus Draconia, Housewarden of Diasomnia.” Malleus said.

Vil stood and bowed. “Vil Schoenheit, Housewarden of Pomefiore.”

Rook then stood. Leona, India, and Ruggie groaned. “You know he’s gonna do it…” Idia mumbled.

“I, Le Chasseur d’Amour, Rook Hunt, am the Vice Housewarden of the dorm of beauty, Pomefiore. As well as Vil’s faithful companion.”

Renmu laughed. He loved his energy. “I love the title.”

Rook smiled fondly. “Merci, Amour.”

“Don’t encourage him!” Ruggie whined.

Lastly was the poor Idia at the end of the circle. Idia sighed. “Idia Shroud. Unfortunately, I am the Housewarden of Ignihyde…”

Riddle scowled. “You should take more pride in your status as Housewarden.”

“Don’t wanna…” Idia whined, sitting back down.

Renmu wondered why he didn't like being Housewarden. Couldn’t he just quit? Azul clapped his hands together, getting everyone's attention. “Now that introductions are done, let us enjoy ourselves.”

They went back to their food, casually talking amongst themselves. Idia didn’t say a word. Renmu could definitely relate.

“Renmu, what’s your favorite food?” Lilia asked to start a conversation.

Renmu looked over to Lilia. “Ramen.”

“Eh, seriously!? Mine too. We're like Twinsies” Cater squealed.

Multiple people groaned. “Who says twinsies!?” Ruggie asked, annoyed.

“All the trendy dudes and dudettes do.” Cater replied smiling.

“Sounds so lame.” Idia mumbled.

“Boo so mean.” Cater whined.

“I’m surprised you have Ramen here.” Renmu said, surprised. “It’s my country's native food.”

“Totes cool.” Cater commented.

“What are your hobbies, Renmu?” Lilia asked again.

“Mmm. art, cleaning, fixing things, playing music, dancing, reading, learning, playing logic based games and or video games and sleeping.” Renmu listed.

“Sleeping isn’t a hobby, Renmu.” Riddle said disappointedly.

“Sounds like a hobby to me…” Leona mumbled.

“You like art?” Rook asked happily.

Renmu nodded. “I like to paint and photography.”

“Quelle Beauté!” Rook cried.

“Such diligent and beautiful hobbies you have. Beauty comes from within as well as it does on the outside.” Vil said smiling.

“There he goes, spouting nonsense. Do you play chess at least?” Leona asked. Renmu nodded.

“Hmm, maybe I should play with you to see what you got.” Leona said with a confidant smirk.

“RPGs are better. You have to multitask in those.” Idia chimed in.

“To be honest, my peoples RPGs feature people that use magic. In my world, magic is something part of a fantasy.”

“So weird.” Idia mumbled.

“Does sound a bit strange.” Trey commented.

“That’s good and all but he says he dances.” Jamil repeated.

“Jamil loves to dance Renmu. He can’t resist.” Kalim chirped happily. Jamil rolled his eyes.

“I mean, It’s nothing special. I'm sure the dances my people do would be very weird to you.”

“Oh oh, do it.” Kalim shouted.

Renmu shuddered. “I-I could never dance in front of people. That’s just as bad as asking me to sing.”

“You sing too?” Cater asked.

Renmu nodded once more.

“Aww, I would totes love to hear you sing.”

“As would I.” Lilia chuckled. “I’m not that bad either.”

“Not that bad?” Idia questioned.

“You sang trash metal at the pop culture concert last year. It sounded like screeching.” Cater said with a shudder.

“Trash Metal? You mean like Heavy metal?” Renmu asked.

“Heavy metal?’ Lilia asked.

“Where I come from, heavy metal is intense rock music with screaming.”

“Yes, exactly like that. Do you like that type of music?” Lilia asked.

“Yeah I do.” Renmu replied.

“Where do you come from, Son of man?’ Malleus asked.

“I come from a country called Japan. It doesn’t exist here though.”

“How unfortunate.” Rook said sadly.

“Does your county have its own language? You said something earlier that I did not understand.” Malleus asked.

“Yes. It’s called Japanese.”

“Ooh, Say something in your native tongue for us, dear?” Lilia asked.

“Please?” Cater pleaded.

Renmu sighed with a smile. “I guess saying something wouldn't hurt. Watashi wa Yuu Renmu desu. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu.”

They stared at Renmu in awe. “So pretty!” Cater squealed.

“Quelle Beauté!” Rook cried.

“Nothing special. I just introduced myself.” Renmu explained.

“I really want to hear you sing in your native tongue!” Kalim said excitedly.

“Maybe next time.” Renmu mumbled.

“Lilia and I come from the Briar Valley. We are known for our expected magic abilities, though we don’t have a native language.” Malleus explained.

“Ah, what about everyone else?” Renmu asked.

“Trey and I are from the Queendom of Hearts.” Riddle replied.

“Many strange and unique animals there. It’s been said that the flowers once sang during the month of june.” Trey informed him.

“Now I'm curious.” Renmu said in awe.

“I’m from the Shaftlands. Not much else.” Cater said awkwardly.

“I’m also from the shaftlands.” Vil replied. “There are many biomes and districts with different cultures and ways of living. The one I'm from, we still often use its ancient language.

Renmu nodded. “Very interesting. I hope to learn more about them.”

“Jamil and I are from the Scalding sands.” Kalim added. “You should totally come visit. The food is amazing.”

Renmu smiled. “I hope to one day.”

“I’m sure you have realized that Jade, Floyd and I aren’t from here either?” Azul asked.

“Take a guess, Shrimpy.” Floyd insisted.

Renmu took a moment to think. He remembered Floyd saying he smelled like the sea. So maybe they were from a place that was next to the ocean? “Maybe somewhere on the coats? Or a place that’s next to the sea?” Renmu asked.

Floyd made a buzzer noise. “Wrong!”

“We are literally from the sea.” Jade said with a smile.

“Eh, you mean you live in the water?” Renmu asked, surprised.

“Yes.” Azul replied. “We are from the Coral sea. Maybe we could show you one day.”

Renmu deflated. “I-I can’t swim…”

Jade chuckled. “You won’t need to know how to swim. You have potions that will allow you to breathe underwater.”

The idea of a potion that allowed people to breath under water was truly amazing. He would be afraid to try it though.

“Leona and I are from the Sunset Savannah. Most beastmen are from there.” Ruggie explained.

“Unfortunately, Rook is from there too…” Leona mumbled.

“Oh, Roi du Lion, you wounded me. I love being within reach of any quarry. The Sunset Savannah has made me into an excellent hunter. Best of all, I get to observe such potential prey all day.” Rook said with a bone chilling smirk

Renmu could see Ruggie shiver.

“You're a freak pervert who stalks people.” Leona spat.

Rook frowned. “I am no such thing. I’m a hunter, Le Chasseur d’Amour.”

“Leona, please, no fighting.” Riddle said with a sigh. Leona clicked his teeth in annoyance.

“You knowing where I'm from isn’t important…” Idia mumbled. Renmu nodded. He would respect Idia’s choice not to say.

“This is off topic but, why do I smell Tomatoes and Briar Roses.” Lilia asked, sniffing the air.

“Tomatoes?” Leona asked in disbelief.

“It’s Renmu.” Cater teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

Renmu groaned. “I didn’t know the cologne was enchanted. Nor did I know that it was meant to allure people.”

Lilia nuzzled his face into Renmu’s neck. Renmu spazzed and strangled out a gargled noise.The table erupted in laughter. Renmu flushed as red as Riddle's hair.

“What kind of noise was that!?” Ruggie asked.

“Sounded like his soul left his body.” Leona chuckled.

“It did!” Renmu shouted, trying to push Lilia away.

“Aww but you smell good.” He whined, pulling Renmu to him.

“Now he smells like cinnamon and paprika!” Kalim said, sniffing the other side of Renmu.

“Aww, I wanna smell him too.” Floyd whined.

“As do I.” Trey agreed. Renmu sputtered like a fish.

“Kalim, off of him.” Jamil said over a mouthful of curry.

“That’s it, we are switching spots. I want to smell shrimpy!” Floyd demanded. “You guys can’t hog him.”

“No one is hogging him, Floyd.” Riddle reasoned.

“Move down!” Cater and Trey sang.

“H-Hey!”

Once again they shuffled. Renmu was in between Floyd and Trey, actually, Floyd took it upon himself to hold Renmu. Jade was on the other side of them along with Azul. Cater was on the other side of Trey. Leona and Ruggie still haven’t moved. Idia preferred to be on the end next to the isle. Riddle was now next to Leona farther in. Jamil, Kalim, Rook and Vil were now on the other side of Ruggie.

“Must we keep moving?” Vil asked. Vil looked even more beautiful now that he sat across from Renmu. His eyes were covered with smokey purple eyeshadow. His cheeks were powdered and tinted pink with rouge. His lips were covered in a dark purple lipstick.

“We actually do this during our tea parties. We move down until everyone has found a clean cup and an empty seat.” Riddle informed him.

Vil hummed unamused. Vil looked up from his drink to find Renmu staring at him. Renmu flushed and looked down. “I don’t mind your staring. It is quite welcomed.” Renmu flushed more to Vil’s amusement.

“The parties at Scarabia are fun. Lot’s of food, music and dancing!” Kalim said excitedly. “Renmu, come to our dorm for a party.”

Renmu was caught off guard. He was actually being invited to a party. He was never invited to a party before. “A-Are you sure?” Renmu asked cautiously.

“Absolutely. The more people, the merrier.” Kalim said smiling.

Kalim was a ray of sunshine. His happiness was contagious and adorable. He was glad there was someone like him in this school. “Okay, I'll think about it.”

“Yaay, Jamil, we should throw the party tomorrow!”

Jamil coughed on his drink. “Kalim, I have told you before many times, You can’t just declare when you want a party. You have to plan it appropriately.”

Azul chuckled. “Eagered as always.” “Renmu should come to Heartslabyul for a Unbirthday party. It would be totes fun.” Cater added.

“If it’s not a violation to The Queen of Hearts Laws…” Renmu mumbled looking at Riddle.

Riddle smiled fondly. “There is no rule against the Queen of Hearts from inviting others to an Unbirthday party.”

“Sweet!” Cater cheered.

“Ah, it's almost 9pm.” Riddle announced.

“Queen of Hearts Law 96: Cake shall not be eaten after 9pm.” Trey recited. “I’ll bring out the cake.” Trey swiftly scooted out the booth and into the kitchen. Azul waved his staff and all empty plates stacked themselves onto a nearby table. All their glasses refilled themselves. Trey pushed the cake out and on a trolly. The cake was a white, black and blue frosted tiered cake. The tiers were out of order. They looked as if they were balanced carefully.

“The Black frosted cakes are Black Forest cake with strawberry and pomegranate filling. The Blue frosted is white cake with a date filling. The White frosted is Red Velvet with raspberry filling.”

Everyone raised their staff and or magic pens. The cake began to cut itself and each piece floated over to each person.

“Renmu, which one or ones would you like?” Trey asked.

“Black and White, please.”

Trey cut the two flavors for Renmu and passed it to him.

Vil practically moaned. “Trey, this cake is delicious. So much for my diet.”

Trey laughed. “I’m glad you like it. It seems black and white are very popular.”

The tweels had blue and Black cake. Azul and Cater had blue. Riddle, Ruggie, Jamil, Idia, Trey, and Renmu had black and white. Kalim had all three to Jamil's dismay. Lilia and Leona had a slice of blue cake. Rook had Blue and white and Malleus had Black and blue. They all ate their cake with the prospect of savoring it. Except for Leona who practically inhaled it. Trey really was a good baker.

“There is one more slice of Black and White. Who-”

“Me.”

Vil, Malleus, Ruggie, Rook, Riddle, and Idia looked at one another.

“Well, Trey can easily bake more for me.” Riddle said, crossing his arms.

“If Roi du Poison wants it, he can have it.” Rook declared with passion.

“I rather not fight for it.” Idia mumbled.

“Not that big of a deal.” Leona slurred.

Vil, Ruggie, Malleus were left.

“You all know what that means.” Cater said smugly.

“If that’s how we are settling for it, then I'll join.” Idia said.

“I guess I will too.” Riddle chimed in.

Vil huffed. “If we must. Everyone, move down.”

Everyone began to scoot down out of the booth. Renmu was confused. “Hmm, how do you all settle for it?” Renmu asked, as Floyd scooted them out.

“Musical chairs,” Floyd said, amused.

5 chairs were placed into the middle of the room back to back. Vil, Idia, Riddle, Malleus, and Ruggie were standing around the chairs.

“You guys play musical chairs for the last of something?” Renmu asked.

“Oh yeah. I onced suggested that we “crawl” for it. That ended up with food everywhere, Riddle blowing a casket, and Leona trying to claw Malleus’s face off.” Cater said, chuckling. “So yeah, this is less dangerous.”

“Last chance for those who want the cake!” Trey called.

“Oh fine, I’ll join!” Lilia said, running down to the others. He tossed his coat to Renmu. Renmu took it and folded it neatly on his lap.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna do it?” Cater asked Renmu.

Renmu just shrugged, holding onto Lilia’s coat. Trey added one more chair and stuck two on the outside and four in the center. “Alright, you all know the rules. No magic at all in this game. Just force.” Trey reminds them.

“Also, anything that becomes damaged must be paid for.” Azul said happily.

“Ready?” Jade asked, standing next to a music player.

They all nodded and or said yes. Jade pushed the play button and the music started. They all began to walk around the chairs clockwise. Cater was recording them from the steps. They went round and round the chairs. Vil was holding his train to keep the others from stepping on it. Lilia was dancing behind Malleus who just walked normally. Jade pressed the stop button and they all sat down quickly.

“Nice, now, let the real fun begin.” Trey declared, removing one of the chairs.

Chaos began to unfold once Trey removed that chair. Idia didn’t make it to a chair in time. To be honest, Renmu didn’t think he really cared anymore. There were 4 chairs left now. The music started and they went around the chairs again. Lilia was still dancing around the chairs happily. Vil looked like he was on a catwalk. Riddle walked around with poise. Jade stopped the music abruptly. They rushed for a chair, pushing one another to sit in it. Vil practically hip bumped Ruggie out the chair.

“Oi, No fair!” Ruggie growled.

“Hah, you got bumped by that pompous Prima donna's butt!” Leona chuckled lazily.

Vil gasped. “You say it as if I have a big butt!”

“Your butt is as beautiful as you, Bella Vil!” Rook cried affectionately.

Renmu burst out laughing. Wheezing and snorting. He almost sounded like a mule. He covered his mouth and covered his face as he laughed. Vil looked at Renmu in disgust.

“His laugh is so cute!” Lilia chuckled.

“It absolutely isn’t!” Vil argued.

Ruggie walked back up to the stairs and sat next to Renmu. The music started again and they went around in circles. The sound of their heels echoed through the room. Vil started swaying his hips to the music. Renmu found it endearing. Jade stopped the music. They scrambled for seats quickly. Malleus and Vil secured their chairs. Riddle and Lilia fought over the other. Lilia and Riddle pushed and shoved one another for the chair. Heels scuffing and clicking on the floor. Both of their faces contorted into aggression and determination. Riddle went as far as to drag the chair with him. Ruggie howled in laughter. Lilia stole the chair back and dragged it back to his side. Both of them jumped onto the chair. Lilia was faster and Riddle flopped onto the floor.

‘YES!” Lilia cheered.

Riddle huffed in annoyance as he got up and brushed himself off. Riddle walked back over to the rest of them. Trey discreetly brushed Riddle's butt off for him as he walked by.

“You're cutting it close now.” Cater hollored.

Trey removed another chair from the mix. There were two left. The three of them didn’t look as if they wanted to give in. Jade started the music promptly after. They walked around the two chairs faster. Malleus was just taking bigger strides. Jade stopped the music soon after. Vil grabbed the chair and sat down. Malleus and Lilia fought tooth and nail for the other. Malleus bumped Lilia away from the chair and sat in it.

“And you guys talk about my butt.” Vil said, crossing his arms.

“Malleus, after all we've been through?” Lilia said, panting on the floor beside him.

“Sorry, I want cake.” Malleus said with a coy smile.

Lilia got up giggling. “I could bake you one.”

Malleus visibly shuddered. Lilia smiled and walked over to Renmu and sat behind him. Now one chair was left. Vil stared down Malleus, Malleus just smiled.

“Kick that horned bastard's butt!” Leona roared.

Jade turned the music on and the battle began. They ran around the chair this time. Vil suppressed a giggle as he held his train. Lilia swayed Renmu with him to the music. Floyd waltzed over to Jade and switched the music to something more upbeat. “Run faster!” he commanded.

Vil and Malleus ran faster around the chair and Floyd stopped the music as they were in mid run. They slipped and slid to get to the chair. Vil was draped over the chair, trying to climb into it. Malleus yanked the chair away, dragging Vil with him. Leona roared with laughter.

“He’s dragging him like a rag doll!” Ruggie laughed out.

Vil had no means of letting go.

“Let go.” Mallues ordered.

“NEVER!” Vil Shouted back.

Vil kept scrambling to get up but Malleus prevented him from doing so. Vil kicked the chair from Malleus. The chair skidded away and they scrambled for it. Vil grabbed Malleus’s legs, causing him to fall. Vil skipped over him to the chair. Malleus pulled his train, causing Vil to stumble back. Renmu was in tears at how funny the scene was. They all watched them fight in amusement. Vil flopped over the chair again. Malleus pulled at his legs to get him off. Vil kicked and thrashed at Malleus. His boot flew off, sending Malleus backwards. Vil Scrambled into the chair and sat down. Vil threw his hands up and rejoiced. “Yes! Yes! It’s mine!”

Malleus started to laugh from his spot on the floor. Vil crossed his legs as he calmed down but went back into a fit of laughter.

“Vil wins the two slices of cake.” Trey said laughing. “Don’t worry, I'll make you a special cake next time, Malleus.”

Vil summoned a hand mirror and checked his appearance. “I still look beautiful.”

Renmu couldn't suppress his laughter. This was the most fun he’s had in ages. Trey wrapped up Vil’s cake for him and they cleaned up the mess. The chair took quite a beating. Vil and Malleus agreed to split the cost. Either way, Azul was pleased. It was getting late so they all agreed to end the festivities.

“Aww, I wish we could hang out more.” Cater whined.

“We can always do this again, Cater.” Trey reasoned.

“Yeah I know. But it was so much fun.” Cater sighed.

“It was.” Riddle said fondly.

They all walked back to Octavinells Mirror together. Renmu took in the quiet aquatic life around them again as they walked.

“We totes need to take a group photo.” Cater declared.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” Riddle said.

“I wouldn’t either.” Jade agreed.

“C’mon, group photo!” Cater yelled.

They all go into position. There was so much scrambling and shoving going on for a few seconds until everyone found a proper spot. Cater used magic to let his phone rise into the air to get everyone to fit. “Ready!?” Cater asked.

“Ready!” A few of them said in unison. The phone snapped a few pictures of them before coming back down into Caters hands. “I’ll send everyone the group photo and all the photos I took tonight.” Cater said with a cheeky wink.

“Have a good night you all.�� Azul said.

“I want to hug shrimpy.” Floyd said lazily.

Renmu walked over to Floyd and hugged him to his surprise. Jade hugged the back of Renmu.

“Bye bye, shrimpy.” Floyd giggled.

“Bye Floyd.” Renmu mumbled.

Floyd reluctantly let Renmu go. The rest of them walked back through the mirror to the Hall of Mirrors. Everyone walked over to their respected mirrors.

“Goodbye, Renmu!” Kalim said, hugging Renmu. “I can’t wait to party with you again.”

Renmu just smiled. Not knowing what to say.

“See you all later.” Jamil said, pulling Kalim along through the Mirror of Scarabia.

“TTYL, Renmu.” Idia mumbled before walking through his Mirror.

Leona ruffled Renmu’s hair. “You’re not so bad, herbivore. Let’s go, Ruggie.” Leona said walking through the mirror.

“See ya, prefect.” Ruggie waved, running after Leona.

“Until next time, Roi du Mystery.” Rook cried dramatically. Renmu waved him goodbye.

Vil huffed. “You're not too bad, Prefect. I wish to style you though next time. Let’s go, Rook.”

“Yes, Roi du Poison.” The two of them waltzed through their mirror together.

“Son of Man.” Renmu looked up at Malleus and smiled.

“Thanks for remembering me. I would have never had fun tonight if you didn’t invite me.”

“You’re welcome.” Renmu said softly.

“Thank you for the good time. In my day, I would have never done something so fun.” Lilia said, chuckling.

“Always talking as if you are old.” Trey said laughing.

“Maybe I am.” Lilia said coyly. “Come, Malleus. The others are waiting for our return.” Malleus and Lilia walked through their mirror one after the other. Lilia blew Renmu a kiss goodbye before fully stepping in.

“Would you like us to walk you back, Renmu?’ Trey asked.

Renmu shook his head. “I’ll be fine.”

“Well goodnight Renmu.” Trey said smiling.

“Goodnight Renny.” Cater cooed, hugging Renmu tightly.

“Goodnight, Renmu.” Riddle said lastly.

“Goodnight.” Renmu mumbled.

Cater finally let go and blew him a kiss goodbye like Lilia did. They went in one by one, disappearing beyond the looking glass. Renmu sighed to himself and walked back to Ramshackle. The night air was chilly. The wind rustled the tree above. Renmu smiled to himself, recalling the night's events. This was the first time he was ever invited to a party, let alone to have fun. This was the first time he had ever gotten to know so many people. The first time he has ever had the prospect of making friends and was promised to be included in the future. The first time he was part of something. It made Renmu giddy inside and out. Renmu couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face. He was happy for the first time in forever. He missed the feeling it gave him inside. This is what happiness was. Renmu couldn’t wait for more happy days to come.

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myrfing · 1 year

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do you have any thoughts about how fordola was handled? i'm not really comfortable with the way the writer portrayed her dad, like he was an innocent victim when he was literally a collaborator tbh

hi I feel like having opinion again thank you for the wait.

Uh, with fordola, it’s a errr she has one of the best moments in sb to me (“I will never forgive you…but I will thank you”) & what the story wants us to take away from her is a story of how the ala mhigan’s futures (their children) were robbed and twisted in the occupation, and I can appreciate that. I think they tried to handle her with more thought and honesty than a lot of other characters….BUTTT.

YEAH. she doesn’t and can’t escape from xiv’s various syndromes in its writing, one of which is the uh extreme aversion and downplaying of what occupying forces and their allies did. and this isn’t so that we can point fingers at The Bad Guys and yell shame on you or whatever, it’s just like…you need the full weight of what you’re dealing with to contend with it. They’re willing to show some heinous act seperately; through a minion doing the deed, through some flashback, through the account of a side npc, but then we get to the heart of something and all those things are left outside of this weird protective boundary drawn around them, where they turn all unspeakable. Fordola’s father was portrayed as an honest loving family man who was just doing what he could to survive (and his wife a helpless whatever dragged along with the tides) and the other ala mhigans an insane violent criminal mob…and maybe this was just to accentuate how fordola saw it, but it’s never brought into perspective in any way that her parents were trampling on those other people in order to gain the status and comfort they had, even if they weeerreee victims and would always be considererd inferior and second class anyways. they were the ones who threw away those people first; but the faceless angry mob of dirty riled up poors gets no sympathy, no dignity, and none of the nuance people call out for. There could be something interesting here right, like, how can you contend with the fact that the people who caused the most earth shattering tragedy of your life were not just rabid animals, but people with reasons for going that far, and that the person you loved the most and felt all this soul-twisting grief for was not innocent. but they wont GOO THEREE because it’s too incriminating to the person they want to garner sympathy for, even though it’s just…something canonically they wrote in. and like it fucking works every time they do this because people in the fanbase continue this weirdness where if you talk about some canon actual thing a character did you’re villianizing them. ???. like some things about some characters can never be talked about because it’s automatically considered hate and that’s where the argument is always moored even though there’s a lot if interesting and thoughtful things to be said about what lies beyooondddd.

fordoler herself, without euphemism, lead a murder gang of youth military police whose express purpose was to terrorize and rob the local population into submission through brute violence. her capacity for it is what gains her favor with zenos. and so you think okay sure they’re making their point about how dehumanizing and miserable living under occupation is, what it does to both these youths and their victims, and how false her idea of being a model ala mhigan is. but then in the job questlines in EW, it’s now made out to be that it’s the fault of the ala mhigans themselves for not granting mercy and compassion to fordola’s family. one of the npcs even says “we need to take a hard look at ourselves”, which is fucking like, what? did these people have that power? were they in the position to be kind and gentle to the people who dragged their families out of their doors and beat them to death in the streets? are we still talking about who and what and why and how people have power in this situation, or. A lot of things are talked about: her guilt, her self-hatred, her emptiness—but none of it mentions who she was and what exactly she did anymore because the people on the other end of her stick are no longer relevant now that the protective bubble goes up, and it’s about her, even though her story is inextricable from these excluded people. the game has no idea how to talk about people hand in hand sometimes you know like. there’s a mom who is terrified of her and hides her child from her and you’re meant to think of her as paranoid and unreasonable while her child represents the innocence and humanity and purity that “the situation needs” but is her mom not human for her fear too lol. was she really being unreasonable. they want to extoll kindness but is it kind narratively to have this woman’s child shame her for her natural terror. not very long ago fordola was not above harming that child or leaving her orphaned and was implied to do similar things as a routine. but then it’s not about this random ala mhigan family and it’s not about the victims anymore they’re not relevant. it’s like they dont know how to contend with the starting point they wrote in, like if they said it out loud everyone would be like uhhh yeah huh that’s uhhhhh cant think of a way out of this one guys. even though there are ways to write it beyond an angry aggravated mob coming to kill her and not someone being like WE failed you…We should have been nicer…like in either of these options the audience doesn’t have to face what she did alongside her because the actual tangible effect of what she did is never portrayed it’s just these one off evil acts or whatever beyond how it supports her angst. meesa not fan

#it feels like once a characters meet a punishment quota ie fordola getting resonant memories of her victims #they’re like that’s enough Lets be nice now everyone shake hands.#which is like. dude you can’t quantify the lives she took and crushed like that lol

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1dkl0l · 9 months

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GHOST X ALIEN CAPTIVE

My cold sweat plasters me to the concrete floor I'm chained to. It's been a few days since he came down to see me last. I know what he intends with me. They do this with all of us, any women they can get their hands on.

"Sabine?" A deep, accented voice speaks out from the darkness. I quickly shuffle backwards, making the chains clink together and ring like bells. My mother used to gift me a new, pretty set each wintertime to hang on the branches. It hits me then, sometime after the thought, as fleeting as it was, that I can no longer remember my mothers face. The collar on my neck holds a bell as well.

He enters into the basement, his figure illuminated by the rays of sun beating down from the skylight. Every time I see him I'm struck with how unnervingly masculine he is. The primal part in me wants to curl up in his lap like an obedient pet and purr. He's clothed how he always is. Army pants encasing strong thighs, an army shirt highlighting his powerful body and toned chest. Tattooed and muscular arms crossed across his chest. And of course, his beautifully veined hands that equal three of my own. Black combat boots. That damned skull mask that only reveals that mysterious, frustrating gaze of his.

I narrow my eyes at him. "What do you want?" I ask, heat in my voice as well as my cheeks. The sentence drops to the floor like an invitation for him. His eyelids flutter, and I only wish I could see the rest of his expression beneath the mask. He takes another step towards where I'm backed up against the wall, and that's when I realize he's got something in his hand. My breath quickens when I realize exactly what it is- a needle full of fluid. The kind they give to captives to make them willing, to make me like puddy in his hands. I begin to shake my head frantically and attempt to shield myself with the blankets he provided me.

He frowns, but continues to stalk towards me until he's crouched in front of my shaking figure. He's so large, his back and shoulders block out the light, his thick thighs cage me in and he presses one palm against the wall beside me. The other holds the menacing needle, gently in contrast to the roughness of his palm against the smooth vial of clear liquid. Wide-eyed, I look up at him and snarl, "If you do this I will hate you till the end of time."

I don't miss the way he rolls his eyes beneath the mask. "Take it easy for me, will you?" He whispers. I shudder and go to clock him with a right hook, but before the punch can land he catches my wrist in his hand and then grabs the other. I go to kick him with my legs but before I can even blink he's flipped me around and pinned my back against his chest, gripping my hands in his own to stop me from hitting him. I thank god for the length of the chain, or else the movement would be putting a lot of strain on my ankle right now. He holds me tight to him, I struggle to break free but his strength trumps my own. The whole time his grip never loosens on the needle.

"Stop fighting me, doll, you'll never win." I yell and try with all my might to push back against him, but he only growls and pushes me forwards until my chest and stomach are squished against the concrete floor and both of my wrists are crossed and held behind me in one of his hands. I find myself wondering where he's put the needle. I gasp when I feel him spread my legs apart with a large thigh and make himself comfortable. I whimper in defeat, completely at his mercy. I squirm when I feel him push my thin white nightgown up past my hips to pool at my waist, my bare bottom and sex now fully exposed to him. I feel him go still as a statue behind me.

I can't help the blush that rises to my cheeks, and the shame that unfurls in my chest. He'll be able to see it. He'll know now. He chuckles and I cringe, the cats out of the bag. "What part of that made you wet, Sabine?" I jolt against him and my face burns red against the freezing floor, and I turn my face to the side to get a better look at him behind me. He's staring down at me intently. He pauses with his hand in the air and then slowly reaches down and hold my whole pussy in the warmth of his calloused palm. I can't help but twitch against his long fingers, which I'm now dripping onto. The shame of my reaction swirls with the pleasure of his possessive touch to cloud my brain in a confusing haze. I've tried to fight it my whole life, but Sabine women aren't made like other women, that's why the men of these other worlds hunt us down as they do. We're not quite human, not quite gods. Something strange and undefinable in-between the two. The fertility goddess put us on this earth to ensure her power held steady, that we bred as much as possible and with as many men as possible. And this, he must know.

"Please, please touch me, I need you to play with me." The words exit my mouth in the intoxicating heat of the moment before I can even process what I'm asking for.

In response he presses his body closer against mine, deliciously warm palm still holding my pussy but not applying the pressure I need. I can't help but buck my hips and whine into the cold floor. He scoffs in disbelief. "I didn't believe what they said about Sabine women at first. But seeing you like this, chained up on a dirty floor and acting like a whore, still begging for it-" I flinch at the truth of his words. "Makes me think maybe they were right, Sabine women were just put on this earth to be fucked and pounded and used up like the little fuck toy you were born to be, weren't ya?"

I nod my head frantically, anything to get him to touch me like I need him to. His hold on my pussy tightens and I feel his rough fingers circle my soft clit. "Fuckin hell, you're wet." I arch my back and huff out a breath, core muscles tightening as he continues to play with my clit and hold me down. I know it's disgusting, letting the man who captured me toy with my body on a dirty floor. I wish I could find it in myself to tell him to stop, but the truth is this is exactly what I want. I bite my lip and push my pussy against his hand, begging for more friction as that familiar heat inside me coils and builds beneath my clammy skin.

"Aw, look at this. You think I'm gonna let you come?" As quickly as it started, it was over. He loosens his hold on me with a startling quickness and I'm back to being alone on the ground. The loss of skin contact lends my head to vertigo, and I shake myself to disperse the clouds that have fogged my mind. I hastily gather myself back up on the floor into a sitting position and yank my dress down, hiding myself from him. He readjusts himself in his pants area and I notice now that he capped and secured the needle in one of the pockets of his uniform. His slight of hand is quite impressive. I blink away the last remaining wisps of lust in me and meet his assessing gaze. Black eyes fringed with even blacker lashes, I feel the sudden urge to rip off his mask and explore the rest of his face. Finally he speaks.

"I thought I'd have to give you the compliance shot in the bum just then, but it's obvious it doesn't take much to get you to give it up, does it love?" My mouth gapes wide open and even despite the mask I can see in his eyes that he's smirking down at me. He basically just called me a slut! Outside of my mind-boggling arousal, it doesn't make me wet. It just makes me feel ashamed. I don't say anything though, to deny it would be to make myself look like even more of a fool. I turn my head away from him and he scoffs.

"Don't get shy now, I'll be back to check on you in a few more days. That's when the fun really starts." Before I can say anything he's slammed the cellar door shut and locked it again. A certain chill invades the room now that he's gone. That night as I fall asleep I swear to myself I hate him. But I wonder, if he knew I would let him do anything he wanted with me, even without the use of the shot, why didn't he fulfill his duties just then and mate me when he had the chance?

#alien #heat #ghost #simon ghost riley #fanfic #call of duty #modern warfare ii #smut #new writers on tumblr #new writer boost

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artzychic27 · 1 year

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More SpongeBob quotes?

Ismael: I say… WE TIP SOMETHING OVER!

Mendeleieve’s Students: *Run to the park and tip over a statue*

Zoé: Now what?!

Mendeleieve’s Studente: Kill Monarch!

—

*a siren goes off*

Adrien: What's going on?

Alya: Something weird, I'm sure.

*the alarm stops as a curtain opens up to show a band in the background playing carnival music. Nathaniel runs out from the locker room, cheering*

Nathaniel: Yay! *kisses Alya and Adrien and takes the comic and laughs hysterically as he rubs it all over himself* Hahahahaha!

Alya: See? I told you.

Adrien: What's wrong with Nath?

Nathaniel: Nothing, Adrien! Do you know what this is?!

Alix: A very dirty comic book?

—

Max: *whispering* There he is.

Kim: He's hideous. He makes me sick, just looking at him. Those big bulgy eyes, that lanky body, those hideous glasses, and those stupid suspenders! *Max looks down at his own clothes*

Max: Ahem.

Kim: *blushes awkwardly* Oh! But it looks good on you, Max! Heh-heh.

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Austin A: Tomassian, what are you doing?

Austin T: Uh… Nothing, guys!

Austin Q: What did we tell you about talking to strangers?

Austin T: *To Jean* Now they’re gonna kick MY butt!

—

Austin Q: This isn’t my show! Tomassian! Your TV’s not working! Get over here and fix it!

Austin T: *Picks up the tv and tosses it* I’ve got a better idea! Why don’t I get someone whose JOB it is to fix it?! You wanna know why?! Because when I need to get a JOB done, I get someone with a JOB to do that JOB!

Austin Q: *Glares* … What are you saying?

—

Max: We need to find out what that robot did with the real Marinette, but how?

Kim: Well, in the movie the hero teams up with a buddy, and they get the poop on the robot.

Max: They poop on the robot?

Kim: Yeah, you know, they get the straight poop, ask questions, get information.

Max: I never thought I'd say this, but, Kim, let's get that poop!

—

Simon: We can do this all night if you want. Where's Nathaniel?

Nathaniel: I'm Nathaniel!

Cosette: Where's Nathaniel?

Nathaniel: I'm Nathaniel!

Simon: Where's Nathaniel?

Nathaniel: I am Nathaniel! I am! I am! I am! I am! I am! I am! I am!

Cosette: This is one stubborn robot.

Nathaniel: *confused, then angrily yells* WHAT?! *his yelling knocks over the lamp and Cosette* You think I'm a ROBOT?!

—

Lacey: Day... *record scratch* anyone know how many days it's been? I've lost track.

Ismael: *Breathing heavily next to a pile of homework* 43...!

—

Adrien: Hey, Marc! Could we interest you in some *holds up chocolate bar* chocolate?

Marc: … Chocolate? Did you say, Chocolate?!

Nino: Yep. With or without nuts?

Marc: Chocolate?! *screaming* Chocolate?! CHOCOLATE! CHOCOLATE!

*Adrien and Nino slowly back away, and then run off. Marc chases them while madly screaming "Chocolate!"*

—

Jean: Remember, Cosette, flatter the customer. Make her feel good.

*Cosette knocks on the door, Zoé opens the door*

Zoé: Hello?

Cosette: I love you.

—

Adrien: Let's change our names to Why and Bother.

Marc: CHOCOLATE!

Nino/Adrien: No! Don't hurt us. Please don't hurt me. No no. Please! No! Have mercy on me! Please spare me!

Marc: *Laughs maniacally* Finally! I've been trying to catch you boys all day! Now that I got you right where I want you... *Calm* I'd like to buy all your chocolate. *Holds up a large amount of cash.*

*Adrien and Nino look shocked. Chocolate bars fall out of Nino’s pants, along with a Hershey's kiss*

—

Austin Q: Okay, here it is, Jean, fresh from the oven. I'll be returning to my life now.

Jean: Not yet. I got to make sure you did it right. *Grabs a piece of the pie. He is about to eat it, then stops* Wait a second... this would go great with some milk! *While walking to the milk, he trips over a book* Whoops! *The piece of pie flies into the milk, causing an explosion, sending both Austin Q and Jean out of the classroom* … So, you tried to kill me over one performance of Pippin, eh?

Austin Q: But, Jean, I had no idea. I can explain!

—

Denise: Attention, DuPont, the time has come to double, no, triple our efforts!

Chloé: How about a break?! We've been at it for days!

Marc: *Holds up Kiran* Think about the children!

Denise: That's a good idea! Use the children to crawl into small places you couldn't normally reach.

Nino: *whispering to Alya* This is a load of bullshit.

Denise: I heard that! No one's going anywhere until we find Simon

Ivan: Uh... uh, wait! *picks up Nathaniel* Uh, here he is!

Denise: That ain't Simon! Simon doesn’t have bangs!

*Juleka cuts Nathaniel’s bangs*

Nathaniel: *in a poor imitation of Simon* I'm your boyfriend!

Denise: No you ain't!

—

*Nino plays a video on a phone which shows Nathaniel in a purple night shirt downing coffee*

Kim: Look, he's on the Coffee Channel.

Nathaniel: *Pours some creamer in his coffee before drinking it again* Hey! *Drinks more coffee* If anyone’s watching this, that means I'm asleep for the rest of the day. This is because, as an artist, I haven’t slept for hours due to working on various projects. In fact, the only reason I’m awake is because of coffee so I can make this video. And remember, artists don't like to be woken up, so do not disturb. *sternly* That means you, classmates.

—

Nino: Look what's in Nath’s bed.

Kim: *Points to his long, messed up hair and slightly pale skin* Looks like a feral version of him.

Nino: I think this thing is Nath.

Kim: Artist sleep must mean the opposite of beauty sleep.

Nathaniel: *snoring, talking in sleep* I've had enough of your crimes, Hawkmoth. I'm gonna get you and your partner, Mayura, or my name isn’t Mightillustrator...

Nino: *giggles* He must be dreaming he’s a hero again. Look out, Mightillustrator, I'm Bubbler.

Nathaniel: I'm gonna catch you and throw you in jail at taxpayers' expense.

Kim: Oh, you better run faster, Mightillustrator!

Nino: Yeah! I'm getting away! Faster! *Nathaniel moves his arms and legs*

Kim: Hurry, we're getting away with our crimes!

Nino: Faster, faster!

Nathaniel: I'll get you two. You're nothing but pure evil! Just like newspaper comics... *snores off to sleep, the two giggle again*

Nino: Come on, Kim. We shouldn't disturb him anymore.

Kim: That's not disturbing. This is disturbing! *Covers his mouth and speaks through his hand* Hi there, Nino. My name is KimHand.

Nino: Ha! That is really disturbing!

*The two laugh uncontrollably, waking Nathaniel up. Hearing a hiss, Kim stops laughing while Nino continues to laugh*

Kim: Uh, Nino? *Points to Nathaniel, out of bed and looking like something from a horror movie*

*Nathaniel hisses and bares a set of fangs. Kim and Nino run, but Nathaniel has them both by the their pants and gives them an extreme wedgie. They run in mid-air anyway*

Kim: Faster, Nino! He’s gaining on us!

Nino: *Crying from the pain of the wedgie* Nathaniel! No! Stop!

Nathaniel: I warned you, Hawkmoth! Now, you've just crossed the border into Hurtville!

Nino: Nathaniel, it's us, your friends! Kim and Nino!

Kim: Please, Nath, I can't afford dry cleaning!

Nathaniel: Gonna skin y'all and turn your blood… into... paint… *He falls asleep and drops the two. They inch away and see Nathaniel fall back into his bed*

Kim: Fun's over.

—

Luka: People, people, settle down! Okay, now. How many of you have played musical instruments before?

Ismael: *holding a triangle, raises hand* Do instruments of torture count?

Luka: No.

Kim: *holding a trumpet, raises hand* Is mayonnaise an instrument?

Luka: No, Kim, mayonnaise is not an instrument. *Kim raises his hand again* Horseradish is not an instrument, either.

—

Luka: Okay, try to repeat after me. *plays six notes on his guitar* Brass section, go. *Alya, Ismael, and Lacey repeat the notes* Good. Now the wind. *Marc, Reshma, and Max repeat* And the drums. *Ivan, Denise, and Kim misunderstand what Luka means, so they blow on their sticks which blow out and stick him to the wall* … Crazy how that didn't kill me.

—

XY: Well, Luka, this is exactly how I pictured your band would look.

*Rose grins and dances*

Luka: That's her... eager face.

—

Simon: *runs up, his eyes are shaped like hearts* Cosette! I'm glad I caught you. I want you to buy Denise-

Cosette: Wait! Don't tell me. You want me to run down to the store and buy Denise something they don’t need! Then you want me to run back here so you can say, "Cosette! Your spending all my money!" And then I'll say, "But Simon, I'm only doing what you said!" Then you'll say, "We're not talking about this..." *makes a triangle* ..."Or this"... *Makes a square* ..."we're talking about this!" *Squiggles all over the screen*

—

Cosette: Simon, don't. Don't cry, Simon! Come on. Okay, I, I'm going to get it, see? *Walks off, and comes back with a washing machine* Cheer up, Simon, Here's that washing machine you wanted.

Simon: Cheer up? How can I cheer up... when you're spending all my hard-earned cash?!

Cosette: SEE?! You just did it again!

Simon: Cosette, I can't help it if you're loose with other people's money. *Cosette gets a blank expression on their face* Do you think Denise will need a dryer to go along with that?

—

Nathaniel: *with brushes and several paints* All right, you two foul mouths. As punishment for making Marc faint with your cussing, you're going to help me- *Jams his foot on a stool then clutches it* Ow! My [Bleep] foot! What [Bleep] genius put a [Bleep] stool in a [Bleep] path?! Can't you see I got a [Bleep] foot here?! Oh! [Bleep]

*Nathaniel continues saying a bunch of swear words, censored out by bleeps; at this moment, Adrien and Nino count the swear words he uses*

Nino: Five, six, seven...

Nathaniel: ...a whole lotta [Bleep] and with a side of [Bleep], a heapin' helpin' of [Bleep] and a load of [Bleep]...

Adrien: Nine...

Nathaniel: Oh [Bleep] crabbin [Bleep] *cries in pain*

Nino: *Gasps* That's all 13, Adrien! We're gonna tell your mom, Nathaniel!

Nathaniel: *worried* No, please, not my mommy!

—

Ismael: You'll get massacred!

Denise: Ismael, look at me. What you think is big and what I think is big are two totally different "big"s.

—

Jean: *checks through the order, and sees no drink listed* But, you didn't order any...

Customer: *yelling furiously* How am I supposed to eat this pizza without my drink?!

Jean: But... but... *tears start rolling down his face*

Customer: Didn't you ever once think of the customer?! *throws the pizza box at Jean’s face* You call yourself a delivery boy? Well, I ain't buying! *slams the door. Jean goes over to Reshma, smiling and trying not to cry*

Reshma: Jean? Jean? It's okay. Jean? *Jean drops the pizza, falls over and starts crying* Jean? *Jean continues crying, and Reshma becomes furious. She grabs the pizza, stomps towards the customer's house and pounds on the door*

Customer: *answers the door, still angry*!Another one? Look, I told your little friend I ain't payin' for that!

Reshma: Well, this one's on the HOUSE! *brutally slams the pizza box at the customer's face*

—

Adrien: Do souls look like pickles?

Alix: Well… As a matter of fact, they do. And he puts them where you can never get them... in his soul bag. *drops the pickle into a backpack with “souls” written on the front. She laughs evilly as Juleka appears behind Adrien in a pirate costume*

Juleka: I've come for your pickle.

*Adrien jumps up screaming. Juleka takes off her hat and fake beard and laughs*

—

Alix: *She takes a sip of her drink; Rose laughs and Alix looks at her, but she stops before Alix turns around* Huh? *She takes another sip of her drink; Rose starts giggling again and then Alix turns around and looks at him, but Rose is silent again. Alix finishes her drink* Ah...

Rose: *laughs loudly* April Fools! *Alix grabs Rose by the collar, suddenly panicked*

Alix: What did you do to my drink?!

Rose... *giggles* I... *giggles*

Alix: You what?!

Rose: You asked for a couple of ice cubes in your drink, and I only put in one! *laughs*

Alix: *Chuckles* I guess that is pretty funny.

—

Dominique: Look, we already gave you the badge. And the law of the west says: no take backs!

Corinne: Since when?

Dominique: Shshshshshsh! So that means, you're the new sheriff!

Zia: What happened to the old sheriff?

Dominique: Uh, he's at Boot Hill. *Shows a picture of a cemetery with a sign saying Boot Hill*

Zia: And, why is he at boot hill?

Marquel: Because Old Dead Tree Hill was totally full. *Shows a picture of a full cemetery with a sign saying Old Dead Tree Hill*

—

Jacquet: ♪And if you think that's funny, let me tell you, sonny, you won't be laughing when you SEE...♪ *Citizens of DuPont Gulch gasp* ♪HIS...♪ *Marquel, Melanie, Rochelle, and Isaiah gasp* ♪BIG...♪ *Zia gasps* ♪RED...♪ *Dominique, Corinne, Sal, Lucille, and Alyssa, gasp* ♪…DEAD EYE!♪

Citizens of DuPont Gulch/Zia: ♪Dead Eye!♪

Dead Eye Armbruster: That's me! Dead Eye Armbruster!

Jacquet: Who?...

Melanie: We just sang a whole song about him!

—

Isaiah: I don't know how it could get any worse. *Zia and Alexander fall right in front of them*

Zia: Hi, guys! I'm back in the nick of time!

Alexander: We're heroes!

Isaiah: You're morons!

Marquel: It's too late. Armbruster’s taken everything!

Zia: But it's only 11:55. The final showdown always takes place at high noon.

Rochelle: Well, I guess the early bird gets the worm.

Sal: And all our clothes.

Alyssa: And our money!

Zia: You can't give up! Before I came here, I would've given up, too. But in the short 20 minutes I've known you, I've come to love DuPont Gulch.

Isaiah: Could you get to the point? We're freezing!

—

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Solace

(Media: Black Butler)

In his dream, he had once again been brought to the moment that continues to haunt him. Lustful men and women with masks glare upon his minuscule body.

His arms and legs are pinned down on a tall rectangular platform, as he is displayed and observed by the masked individuals. His crying and harsh breathing were heard throughout the room, that even the children within the cages heard and weeped for him. As his shirt is lifted up, he smells a heavy sensation of iron as a raging heat grew closer towards his lower back. All of a sudden the frightened boy was stricken with an abnormal pain on the right side of his waist. A mark had been placed on him.

As he was branded, his frail voice cried out in sheer agony and pain, longing for the gentle solace of his mother, no longer present. The masked people giggled all around the fallen Angel as its torture continued. The hands gripping his wrists and ankles were replaced with chains and shackles straightening his entire body on the platform like a patient in an operation room. The men who had pinned him down had proceeded to strip their clothes and reveal their filthy bodies to the poor boy. One of the men proceeded to climb onto the high platform where he was pinned and slowly slithered towards his face, grinning a horrifying smile. A knife was clutched in the hands of another man. The events that would occur would go on for hours upon end.

As he continued to bare the pain of his circumstances, he looked towards one of the cages, noticing the absence of his younger twin brother. They killed him, he had thought. He is no more. A statue looking upon the vileness from above caught the attention of the poor boy. I am alone. There is not a place in the world I can receive solace from this cruelty. I can no longer understand the meaning of comfort. The very idea already seems distant. He eyed the statue and was enraged by its gentle smile. “Dear god…why are you smiling?” The young Ciel quietly wept as the statue’s eyes, though gentle, showed no mercy for his grief.

꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂

Before finally crying out in his dream, he awoke screaming, pale faced. His whole body tricked with sweat from the top of his forehead to the bottom of his back. Though his hands shivered like they were in a blizzard. His continuous gasping for air and his frightened wails awoke his startled wife. She jolted straight up from the commotion beside her.

The 25 year old Earl Ciel Phantomhive was helpless before his beloved wife Janaki Mudaliar Vennila Sethupati. Distraught by the situation, she had never seen her husband behave in such a way. His calm and gentle personality was all she had known for the first five years of their marriage. If this had been a frequent occurrence in her absence, he clearly did a spectacular job at preventing her from discovering. But on this night, behind his dull and composed face, Janaki finally saw the crying child bottled up within the poor boy that was her lover.

She tried to hold his hand for a while to soothe him. That was until finding out that her actions worsened his anxious behavior with even the slightest touch. As she quickly tried to reach for his jittering hands, her hurried clasping caused him to slightly crawl away in fear, not glancing up once. What other option was there besides physical comfort?? Perhaps physical correction. With a second attempt, distressed for her dear husband, Janaki slapped the neck of her husband. And to no one’s surprise, he began to scream and pant more. Sweat and tears streamed down Janaki’s face as she tried to reassure him verbally. Her words, however, were drowned out by his cries for solace. Solace…of course!

Realizing her final option, she gently placed her soft hands on Ciel’s trembling shoulder. She suddenly noticed a quick response within her husband as his harsh pants and yells rapidly softened to timid breathes. With her last resource, she used her gentle voice to soothe him.

Lavender’s blue, dilly, dilly, lavender’s green, When you are king, dilly, dilly, I shall be queen; Call up your men, dilly, dilly, set them to work, Some to the plough, dilly, dilly, some to the cart; Some to make hay dilly, dilly, some the thresh corn; Whilst you and I, dilly, dilly, keep ourselves warm.

A small grin emerged from Janaki’s lips as she recited the last lines of the ballad. Ciel’s breathing became silent. At last he looked up from his dozens of sheets and found himself in the lonesome bedchambers of the Phantomhive manor. His horrified wife looked upon his eyes with fear and confusion, as they were drowning in streams of tears before her as he sunk into guilt and despair.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, I didn’t…I’m sorry….,” the helpless lord murmured to his wife under a congested voice. He continued to sniffle, trying to hold back the sea of tears and mucus. “I didn’t want you to know,” he spoke with a hoarse voice. “I feared you would...” Janaki’s face now wet and salty, bared pitiful and sincere eyes that yearned to give solace.

“Oh Ciel,” she quietly shouted, banging her fists onto a pillow sitting between them. “I don’t know what to say. I’m at a loss for words. In our five years of marriage, you have kept this from me. What am I to you? Do you fear my knowledge, my comfort, my kindness? What is it that am I not giving?” She looked towards her lap, lost in nostalgia. “When you conveyed your vows,…you swore you would keep no secrets from me. And I believed you…”

“NO, IT’S NOT LIKE THAT,” Ciel blurted out. “My dearest, please have merc-“ “I AM NOT LEAVING YOU!!” Janaki yelled back. The red veins in her eyes brightened as she glared furiously at her husband. But no amount of rage could bring her to hate him. Not a single ounce of hatred boiled within her for the deception and lies kept by the man she devoted her existence for.

When he asked for solidarity, she complied, thinking that outside the racing heart she never heard, he was a busy Earl with matters to attend to. When he suddenly left the bedchambers to call upon the butler Sebastian, she was fast asleep, as he practically skipped with light bounces off the marble floor. When she asked all those times if he was alright as she noticed his hand shaking and his breathing quicken, he would simply nod, smile, and reply “My fairest dove, you need not worry for this foolish Lord.”

And lord almighty, it all boiled down to this. Janaki’s voice cracked as she spoke. “I just…you promised….I could have…I could have been there...” Before she could finish the sentence, she too sunk into a ball of sobs and wails as she wiped away her fresh tears with her wrists.

He couldn’t take it anymore. His promise had been broken all those five years ago. He clasped her hands, now shaking just as his had, and cradled it back and forth until he brought her cold fingers to his dry cheek. He looked at his beloved, the woman he fell in love with, the selfless maid who loved everyone, the lonely princess who, in addition, needed solace.

“I will never keep anything from you…again.” His deep blue eyes shimmered under the moonlight as the stared back at his lover’s caramels’. He leaned foreword and kissed her pouting lips, striking a look of shock on her face as he leaned back. He was so foolish. But that didn’t matter. He was in pain all this time. Had she have known sooner, how much easier it would have been. She slowly wrapped her arms around her husband and rubber her face against his. “And I shall never let you suffer in silence. I am your wife. If something like…this…happens once more, call for my name and I shall appear by your side. My love for you extends beyond the stars.” Ciel sighed and gently whispered, “the very same on my end.” “Now come.” She pulled him closer. “Now you may find solace within me. Sleep well and dream fair dreams. You are never alone. I remain at your side…always.”

☾☾☾☾THE END!☽☽☽☽

Note: I hope you enjoyed this composition! I wanted to make Ciel the main focus of this and kind of convey how his trauma could have potentially affected him in the future. In the movie Book of The Atlantic, in a flashback scene we see Ciel wake up from a nightmare, screaming. Based off this information I felt like due to his trauma and his response to it over the years, it is possible for him to experience panic attacks and anxiety stemmed from his paranoia. As someone who also experiences panic attacks and has anxiety, I tried my best to convey these emotions through this character. I’ve never described panic attacks through writing so this can be regarded as my first attempt at doing so. I would very much like advice if it is not to your expectations if you are someone who struggles with anxiety and panic attacks. I hope the fic was to your liking and I wish you a good night :D!

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