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sorry not to sound bitchy but PLEASE question why you’re glorifying a man’s suicide as The Ultimate Sacrifice for the Resistance
#like this is fucked UP#fucking death cult behavior if i’m being blunt about it#i’m not like. questioning your morality at all if you’re saying this or#if you’ve rbd people saying it#not at all#it’s more that i think politically we’re losing the plot#and we have been since october#like hey! hey. suicide is not brave Ever. it’s always a tragedy.#and if you’re antiwar BE antiwar#no ‘this act of violence will fix things i swear this time fr’#like just Be antiviolence point blank bc that’s truly revolutionary#tw suicide
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I’m losing my mind thinking about why Godwyn’s death blight somehow made its way all the way up to Crumbling Farum Azula. Like, it’s framed as an ancient civilization that rose and fell well before the age of the Erdtree, but the thing about Elden Ring lore in general that keeps me up at night is that we don’t really have much of a timeline to go on. I understand the Lands Between and Farum Azula both bend time a little bit, but if Farum Azula is the ancient lost civilization of beasts and dragons it claims to be… why are there humanoids depicted in its art? Just how much did Marika’s lifetime overlap with the destruction of Farum Azula to the extent that her shadow was, apparently, from that culture and able to return there? And if Marika’s an outsider, what about the interaction between the Beastmen and the humanoids indigenous to the Lands Between (if there really were any to begin with)? The Numens in particular are said to live exceptionally long, maybe they were the only civilization to interact with the Beastmen? We know the Ancient Dragons certainly interacted with humanoids well into the Age of the Erdtree, but Beastmen are hardly mentioned, beyond the couple that somehow hid in Limgrave. And how old, by comparison, does that make the civilization of beings associated with the Crucible, and did they know anything about the beings in the sky? Were they always in the sky? Which brings me back to my original question, how the hell did deathblight grow all the way into the sky, if it’s a direct result of Godwyn’s death? Maybe the source of deathblight isn’t Godwyn’s corrupted body, but a result of the broken rune of death itself? But if that were true, why is all the deathblight pushed towards the outskirts of the city and not centred around Maliketh? And why do all the deathblight roots grow in Godwyn’s image regardless of region if it’s not all attributed to him? Did Fortissax travel between the realms while carrying the curse before being trapped in the deathbed dream?
#op#Elden hell#it’s like we’re told SO MUCH of the story but there’s no context of what was contemporary or how long ago exactly something occurred#like Ranni said she stole death long ago but for all we know this could technically have all taken place in like. one really wild month.#obviously it’s implied that it’s been multiple human lifetimes but could you imagine lmao#I mean all of bloodborne takes place in one night so…#also Omfg why are the banished knights there???#like did they bring the fucking plague with them while they decided to go join the dragons in their dragon cult?#like legit how did multiple people get up there when it took the tarnished literal sacreligious arson like Bernahl??? alexander??? explain
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Literally all of The Shadowhunter Chronicle romances are completely unhinged it’s not even funny (I lied, it’s very funny). Here’s just some examples:
William “Will” Herondale/James “Jem” Carstairs + Theresa “Tessa” Gray: It totally would have been a vee type polyamorous situation if it wasn’t for all the death and 1800s London society going on.
Henry Branwell + Charlotte Fairchild: How dare this misogynistic society put us together, I mean, we wanted to get together anyway, but not for those reasons. Welp, time to be as unconventional as possible.
Gabriel Lightwood + Cecily Herondale: Look, you made fun of my sister, it’s only fair that I marry your sister; that’s the rules.
Gideon Lightwood + Sophia “Sophie” Collins: Dad, I have a perfectly valid reason to betray you and go to the other side. What your doing is wrong and – nO tHiS haS nOThiNG to do wiTh tHeIR mAid wHy wOUlD yoU eVEn sAy tHat?
Jesse Blackthorn + Lucie Herondale: Your request to not be brought back to life has been denied, deal with it.
James “Jamie” Herondale + Cordelia Carstairs: He didn’t commit arson we were just having sex – why are you all looking at me like that’s worse?
Anna Lightwood + Ariadne Bridgestock: Listen, there’s a lot of society going on right now, so we’re going to have to get together in secret. Oh, you don’t want to? Okay, never mind, fuck society, let me win you back real quick.
Christopher Lightwood + Grace Cartwright: Oh good, you broke into my house, now we can talk about science.
Thomas Lightwood + Alastair Carstairs: I’d really like to hate you, but I think the biggest problem with that is that I love you. Once I get over that hurdle, I think we’ll be in the clear.
Lucian “Luke” Graymark + Jocelyn Fairchild: Good job on us for breaking away from the genocidal cult run by our best friend/husband; we should hook up, you know, as a reward.
Jonathan “Jace” Herondale + Clarissa “Clary” Fairchild: Ayo the same guy conducted experiments on our blood, that’s crazy; btw so glad we’re not actually siblings.
Alexander “Alec” Lightwood + Magnus Bane: Marrying each other is against the law? Okay, fine, I’m a law biding citizen. Oh oops, I made it legal. I am the law now, and I want a wedding on the beach.
Simon Lovelace + Isabelle Lightwood: It makes sense to have our engagement party on the day of my brother’s death, that’s when we really started bonding.
Helen “Alessa” Blackthorn + Aline Penhallow: Well, I guess we’re going to go in exile together. Yes, I said together; your exile is my exile, what’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine, that’s how relationships work.
Julian Blackthorn + Emma Carstairs: Yes, it’s a technical war crime to love each other, but the law itself is not really our main concern about it.
Kieran Hunter + Mark “Miach” Blackthorn + Cristina Rosales: We’re really living that cottage core aesthetic, and all we had to do to get here was do a small war and some amnesia. Worth it.
Gwyn ap Nudd + Diana Wrayburn: I’m going to stand by just in case something happens, but it probably won’t, she knows what she’s doing – WHY IS SHE JUMPING OUT THE TENTH STORY WINDOW OH MY GOD WAIT
Tiberius “Ty” Blackthorn + Christopher “Kit” Herondale: We take cosplaying Sherlock and Watson VERY seriously, so of course we needed to go to all the most illegal places, it’s only natural.
Ash Morgenstern + Drusilla “Dru” Blackthorn: So anyway I saw them in a sort of fever dream like state this one time and they’ve still been on my mind for years.
#the shadowhunter chronicles#the infernal devices#the last hours#the mortal instruments#the dark artifices#malec#sizzy#clace#kitty#blackhallow#wessa#jessa#herongraystairs#kieraktina#gracetopher#chenry#thomstair#blackstairs#lukelyn#heline#ashilla#gabrily#sophideon#arianna#herondaisy#gwynburn
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[ID: Two Tweets by Rye @PlagueProse 2/2/24 “my roman empire is how we all learned earlier in the pandemic that mitigating COVID mitigates climate change and nearly everyone, including environmentalists, immediately abandoned this as a strategy in favor of the ableist, capitalist death cult to get back to ‘normal’. when we say disability justice is central to environmental justice this is what we’re talking about. collective care creates the conditions for climate action that actually makes a fucking difference. ecofascism and eugenics go hand in hand.”]
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Room's on Fire: Pilot
Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader
Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader
Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader
Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader
Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual
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Summery: The Delta is a commune in the middle of nowhere established by Santiago's mother. Since Divine Mother's passing in a rebellion a decade ago, Santiago, known as The Pope, and his half-God brethren Francisco, Benjamin and William have ran the commune. Now it is time for them to take a collective bride to breed, to bring the savior into the world.
Warnings and Content:
DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence.
This is not meant to be a statement about religion, Christianity, or Catholicism, this is simply my take on a cult. I am a religious person. I understand that some of this may be very offensive to religious people so if you don't like thing like AHS Asylum or Black Mass, maybe consider not reading.
"Come on home, girl, he said with a smile
You don't have to love me yet, let's get high awhile
But try to understand, try to understand
Try, try, try to understand
That I'm a magic man." ~Magic Man, Heart.
"God dammit Benjamin, what the hell is wrong with you!”
Will smacked Ben upside the head as Frankie chided him.
Ben tried to defend himself. “Hey! You guys act like you don’t sleep with ‘em too, why are you blaming me?”
“You’re fucking a new woman every goddamn week, you have no fucking class, we’re not even supposed to be sleeping with these women,-”
Santiago’s voice, strong and comanding, broke through the bickering. “Gentlemen, please, this is not becoming behavior for Gods.”
With their leader’s command, the other three settled down, Frankie’s eyes casting away. “Sorry, Pope.”
Pushing himself off from the wall he had been leaning against, Santiago walked toward the group. “That can’t be all the options. There’s no way Benny’s made his way through every of age virgin in our compound, we have over 5 thousand people here.”
The men thought through the women they knew, the various families at the massive compound who could accomplish their task. She couldn’t just be a virgin, that was the thing.
They needed their Madonna.
Before her death, Santiago’s mother informed their group that the prophecy would not be fulfilled through Santiago, that he was not the promised savior. Instead, he was destined to lead after her passing and that Santiago, Francisco, William and Benjamin were all demi-Gods. This was a step up for the Millers and Francisco, who had spend their youths in the privileged position of foster brothers to Santiago and living under The Divine Mother’s roof and direct guidance. To Santiago, however, this was a humiliating demotion.
His childhood was never one of whimsy, growing up told that he was a God, that he was the second coming, that he was the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned… All that changed in his pre-teens. Suddenly, his mother was less pleased with him. His divinity was constantly dangled above his head. When his 20’s came and he failed to be what his mother wanted, she stripped him of his full God-hood.
So why, pray tell, were him and his fellow leaders and brethren searching for a virgin? Since Santiago had failed, they needed to father a new child. A new savior. Divine Mother’s instructions were clear; they were all to wed and breed a virgin from their compound. She was to live in their home as their wife for them to use not only whenever they wanted, but whenever they could. A sacred duty to be fruitful and multiple. It didn’t matter whose child grew in her, as long as there was a child. The world would be saved, and Santiago would earn his mothers favor from the heavens.
So, she couldn’t just be anyone. She needed to be a virgin, pure and holy. She needed to be beautiful, strong, faithful to their ways, faithful to the Divine Mother, faithful to the Pope, William, Benjamin, and Francisco.
“What about Marcus’s kid?’ Will asked, breaking their silence, causing everyone to turn to him.
Frank frowned. “You think the daughter of a traitor is the best option for the Madonna?” The sarcasm was clear. He didn’t like this plan as it was. He didn’t want strangers in their home, breaching security, putting his brothers at risk.
“That might actually be the solution to the problem.” He waited until Pope gestured for him to go on, not immediately shutting it down.
“The rebellion was when she was 12, the interrogations found she had no knowledge of her father’s plans. Ever since, she has been isolated. Lydia says she has caused no problems in the women’s home, been obedient but has no friends, no connections.”
“So you think she’s intact?”
“Santi, I doubt she’d had her first kiss.”
Since the rebellion 10 years ago, Will has set up measures to identify problems before they become something like that, and that meant keeping tabs on people. Single women lived in a few group homes throughout the compound. Each home had prefects that reported to house mothers, and house mothers that reported to Will. Anyone that was of any concern, Will checked in on, that included daughters of rebels.
“And she danced at the fire?” Pope asked, arms still crossed but listening.
Will nodded. “She did. No signs of disloyalty.”
Muttering, Frankie asked Ben if he’d slept with her in recent years.
He shook his head. “Nope. Forgot she existed.”
Frankie watched as Pope thought things through, his mouth shifting. Frankie asked, “How are the other viable women going to take it if the daughter of a traitor is chosen above them?”
“It doesn’t matter.” Ben said, defensive of Pope. His loyalty to Santiago went above everything. “If she’s the right person, she’s chosen divinely.”
Santiago held up a hand, stopping another argument. “A redemption. She has the option to purify herself from the sins of her father through the pain of childbirth.”
“Biblical precedent…” Will murmured in agreement.
“And if she fails to produce a child, then we can say we were deceived-”
“Like Eve deceived Adam. Damn, Pope, I think it’s a winner.”
Santiago smiled at his fellow leader, clasping his hands together. “Alright, let’s go visit her, make sure she’s suitable.”
*
You were dead. It was over. Lydia had cleared all the other women out of the dormitory room and told you that the Pope and the other divine leaders would be coming to speak privately to you and you assumed that you had slipped up somehow and it was the end for you. You didn’t know what you possibly could have done. You never ever spoke badly about anyone, none the less your beloved leaders! You adored them all, worshipped them as they deserved, as you had Divine Mother…
Had they decided you were too much of a liability after what your father had done? How was that possible, it had been a decade… why now…
You gasp. Fransisco… he was clairvoyant… had he seen into your dream? Had he seen what you saw oh-so often, the dreams that forced you awake crying?
You prepared yourself to grovel, to beg for mercy, to plead that these dreams of fire were not what you wanted, that they tormented you. Would you forever be labeled a traitor for what your father had done? Hadn’t you proved your loyalty to The Delta?
The door opened and you dropped to your knees, silent until spoken too. You can hear Benjamin whisper a damn. The floor creaks in front of where you knelt, arms prostrated out and for a moment, everything stood still. Warm hands were on your chin, guiding you up to see him.
He was so much more stunning up close. You’d heard tales from other girls of the men, of the way they bedded them, how it was glorious, the most holy form of worship to allow them inside you… You had taken note that you had not been allowed that honor, you had accepted it as the punishment for the sins of your birth, you never thought you’d be worthy of close contact, but right now… Pope was touching your face, your chin tucked between his thumb and forefinger; his eyes were so close to yours, his plump lips keep a soft smile. “Do not be afraid, darling girl. If we are correct, you may outshine us all.”
*
“But it is, of course, your choice.”
Your choice…
This phrase was preceded by the reminder that if you said no, there would be no savior.
There was no choice.
“I am a servant to my lords.”
Santiago smiled at that. “Excellent. Now, let’s begin the inspection.”
The what?
“Oh… is it… I swear I am a virgin, I’ve never been touched-”
“I know.” Francisco said. Oh, right. Clairvoyant. “We need to make sure you’re… healthy.”
“Oh. Yes, of course then.”
Francisco undressed you, his calm demeanor and soothing touch eased you as he slowly stripped you of your clothing. He pulled the loose shirt over your body as you raised your hands, the pail bra underneath had a lot of coverage (everything was meant to be practical) but you still felt exposed.
“Just down to her underwear, Francisco.” Will instructed as he watched. Will was a healer, that was his gift.
Francisco pulled down your pants slowly, and you feel eyes scaling you.
“Strip her down fully, Frank.” Ben tells Francisco, and you jolt when you feel his hands on the bare skin on your hips.
Francisco sighs, but Will puts his foot down. “She doesn’t need to be naked, this is invasive enough as it is”
Ben gave a short laugh. “More invasive than fucking her.”
“BEN!” All three of them shouted, discomfort and fears coursing through your body.
“Pope, she’s shaking.” Francisco asserts with his hands on your shoulders and you watch Pope give Ben a look.
“You behave, your brother knows what he’s doing.” He turns to Will, jerking his head at you. “Handle it.”
Will approaches you, his hands on your face. He holds you different than Pope, more firm, more all-encompassing. Will’s hands were larger, and he placed them at the side of your head, like he was holding you together. “Hey, it’s alright. It’s like a medical examination, okay?”
You nod within his grasp. “Okay.”
He smiled at you. “Good girl. I’m going to touch you, just stand there and take it. Trust me.”
You did. You’d follow him anywhere if he spoke like that. His hands move down your neck, slowly over your shoulders and down your arms, sending a chill through your body. He squeezed your hands. “Doing so good princess. Gonna check your backside now, can you straighten up for me?” You square your shoulders as he walks around, towering over you. You lock eyes with Ben; he looks hungry, like he’s ready to pounce but smiling at you with his boyish charm you can’t help wonder what that pounce would feel like. Ben had slept with almost every girl in your dormitory, and you’d been privy to all kinds of colorful descriptions as you overheard girls talking. Not to you. Never to you.
Will rubbed his hands together and breathed on them to aid the warmth before placing his fingertips at the top-most part of your back. Slowly, he dragged 8 fingers down, applying pressure, sending a tingling down your spine as his fingers traced it. “Excellent posture, just need to check a few things.” His hands went back up, fingers bracing at your sides as his thumbs searched certain spots, rubbing over aching parts of you with pressure, but not pain.
“Got a few knots.” Will comment’s, and you turn slight back towards him, suddenly scared.
“Is that a bad thing?”
“No, no. Nothing to worry about. Just means you’re stressed. It hurt there sometimes?”
He continued massaging you, your next words coming out with a moan. “Yeah.”
“I know it does, sweet girl. Don’t you worry, I’ll help you take care of that. You will be my wife, after all.”
The thought brings a small smile to your face. The smile falters when his hands wrap around your front, William’s body pressed up against your back. His hands are pressing into your stomach, making their way up until he cups your breast, a small groan escaping his mouth that had somehow found its way into your hair.
“She likes that.” You here Ben say, drawing your attention, his grin made you swell with pride. You’d spoken with him before; Benjamin knew all the women. Still, he never chose you to bed and you had thought you weren’t appealing but now, now you see it. Now, as Ben began to touch himself over his pants as he watched his brother examine your body, you realize you were meant for a higher purpose. You were being saved, protected, put on a pedestal for this moment, to be the mother of their child, to be their Madonna.
Will continued him ministrations, soft grunts as he ground his hips into your ass. You can se his eyes are locked in with Pope. Pope, is watching the scene with hooded eyes and parted lips. With a soft but powerful moan, Will stilled behind you, panting a soft kiss on your neck before his fingertips trails your panty line. “Now, for the vaginal exam.”
All the pleasure you felt stops, your body freezing up again. “B-but, you said I wouldn’t-”
William turned you around to face him. “I have to check out your privates, gotta make sure you’re safe. It’s just me, it’s just external, don’t worry. We’ll face away.” He knelt down.
You were acutely aware your ass was still out for the other men when you heard Ben groan when your underwear is pulled down, the distinct sound of him summoning Francisco, who had been quiet so far, and the unzipping of pants.
“Goddamn…” He says, notching your legs so they spread and lifting one foot so it is resting on his bent knee. He touched your sensitive skin. “Pope, you gotta see this… the girls wet.”
“But-” I wanted to protest that he had said it would only be him, but there was no point. Soon, you’d be married, and they be able to have you as much as they wanted.
“Holy shit, she’s dripping…” Pope marvels as the slick running down your thighs.
Will continues prodding at you, fingers running through your glistening folds. In the background was a sound you couldn’t quiet pinpoint, and something that sounded like kissing, but who would be kissing? There was only Ben and Francisco there. Will dips his finger slightly inside your hole, making you gasp.
“Careful.” Pope warned. “She needs to stay intact.”
“I know.” Will groans. “But she’s so fucking tight, Pope.”
A muffled but strong groan behind you, and Pope looks like he’s about to fall apart when he pulls away.
“William, Franisco, Ben. Go to Lydia, tell her the wedding will be at her next ovulation.”
The men reluctantly made their exit leaving Pope alone in the room with you. He pulled up your underwear and pants before helping you back into your shirt. “You are perfect.” He grabbed your face again, pinching your chin and guiding you to look up at him. “Pack only personal items. You’ll have new clothing, everything will be taken care of. From now on, as long as you are what we need you to be, whatever you need, you’ll have.”
He leans in and you open your mouth to him, beautifully alluring, gifting him your first kiss and the spark was ignited. He was everything now.
“My Madonna.”
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It's easy to focus on what was going on with John and his friends in their lab and forget about the huge encampment of well-armed conspiracy theorists outside...
John describes there being a "shantytown" of "thousands" outside the lab when he first reveals his powers. When he puts up the cow wall, it covers two acres. That's about two football fields. (He later laments that he didn't make the wall out of the conspiracy theorists, as people would have been less upset about that than cows).
After he starts a cult, they're up to "a couple thousand" and the situation is apparently so concerning that UN Peacekeepers are flown in again the wishes of the government.
The deaths that make John realise he can eat death energy happen because the authorities exchange fire with armed would-be cultists outside.
When he kills everyone with a gun outside of the cow wall in a kilometre radius, there are over 100 of them - which suggests the scale of what they were facing in John's compound.
And by the time things hit the crunch point, John's followers turn on him:
you’ve got to keep in mind is that we’ve got hundreds of cultists on both sides of the cow wall, and quite a lot of these guys are One Nation nutbars who think they’re going to see out the end of the world in a bunker and live to build a beautiful paradise that looks a hell of a lot like The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress. And those guys have illegal semiautomatics. We’ve still got Wi-Fi, more’s the fucking pity, and those guys are talking to their people on the outside, and they flip. So while me and the others are having this massive fight, we get the message that a hundred of these guys have changed their minds about us, and they’ve surrounded the inner building with guns and we’re going down. They’ve taken a hell of a lot of the other cultists hostage, so if I start killing anyone the hostages are dead meat.
Apparently it took John until then to realise that being a popular online personality with a trendy red meat diet might attract a crowd who are not interested in your forthcoming paper on 'phthinergy'. And thus the lab gets stormed by several hundred ex-cultists, who break through into the building with molotov cocktails (this is around the point that John suggests that the "next cult" should be teenage girls), and proceed to shoot most of John's friends in front of him.
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𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 (𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭)
ੈ✩ pairing: eddie munson x reader
ੈ✩ summary: still you sit with him in a church parking lot, acting like you’re not falling for it. (until you do.)
ੈ✩ warnings: smut (18+), fingering, slight dacryphilia, drug use, (protected) high sex, car sex, a little blood, not edited
ੈ✩ wc: 4.6k
Hawkins was always unpredictable – you knew this – from rumors of Satanic rituals to alien conspiracies to government experiments on children. Tonight, however, it's the weather that annoys you, the inklings of autumn teasing your bare legs despite the fact that it’s the middle of July. It doesn’t particularly help that the midnight rendezvous you’re making tonight is taking place in a church parking lot, of all places. The cool, late summer breeze seems to trickle into your pores to make your insides shudder. Sighing, you walk forwards, eyes scanning the stained glass windows high above you.
When you open the door to Eddie Munson’s striped van, he salutes you with two fingers nestling a Marlboro red. With something in between a sarcastic smile and a grimace, you return the gesture.
“Munson.”
“Y/L/N,” he nods. You roll your eyes as you shut the door behind you. With an exhale, you pick the skin of your cuticles until it stings, wincing when the skin breaks.
Uncharacteristically, Eddie’s radio plays a low reverberated hum of dream-pop chords from the speakers. When you turn the knob of the stereo, you can’t help but grin when you hear Cocteau Twins’ “Sugar Hiccup”, Elizabeth Fraser’s nonsensical drawl lowering your blood pressure instantly.
“Thought you didn’t like this shit. When I put this on you were like, what’s the point of writing a song that’s fuckin’ unintelligible?” you tease, poking Eddie’s arm.
“I still think that,” he rolls his eyes. “It’s your cassette. You left it here.”
“And you’re still listening to it.”
“Yeah, whatever, princess.”
You’d never admit that maybe you left your cassette in his van on purpose, just so you could have a possible excuse to see him again. Your love-hate relationship with Eddie manifested after Chrissy’s death – you and Hawkin’s notorious alleged cult leader formed an unlikely friendship after you’d testified in court about Chrissy’s whereabouts. You weren’t necessarily her best friend during senior year – Hell, no one would believe you even if you claimed that – but you had gotten close with the blonde when you’d tutored her. Besides Eddie, you were the only one who knew she was interested in drugs to escape her weird spouts of psychosis.
Now, a year later, you might call Eddie a friend, if smoking together and listening to music in his van every few months counts as a friendship.
“So, Sativa or Indica? I’m also out of my usual shit because that, uh, Valley dude that’s friends with Byers bought out everything that was good. So lucky for you, I could do fifteen for an eighth instead of–”
“I’m not here for weed,” you interrupt.
To your surprise, Eddie laughs. The bastard laughs at you.
“What?” you cinch your brows.
“I’m not selling to you if it isn’t weed.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Because.”
“Because, why, Manson?”
Eddie sighs with defeat and looks everywhere that isn’t your direction. You can tell that you’d struck a nerve from how his jaw locks, a small vein in his neck pulsing just slightly. You feel guilty immediately. “Told you not to fuckin’ call me that.”
“S’a joke, Christ. No one actually thinks you’re a cult leader, y’know,” you mutter, crossing your arms.
“Half this town still does. Even after I got acquitted,” Eddie continues.
“You won’t sell to me because of Chrissy, isn’t it?”
He stays quiet.
“Eddie.”
“I just don’t want you messing around with that stuff, okay?”
“Have you gone Catholic or something? How incredibly chauvinist of you. Is that why we’re parked in front of a fucking church?”
You hate that your face is turning warm from your boiling blood – of all people, how could Eddie fucking Munson be so evangelical about drug use when he was the one providing for half of Hawkins High? The thought of him viewing you as any sort of damsel made you livid. As if you weren’t dealing with a shitshow of a summer already.
He twiddles his silver-lined fingers, thumb rubbing anxiously over the pendant of a skull on his middle finger. It isn’t that he has a new moral superiority over your drug habits, but lately, the nightmares have started back up again, and every night when he goes to sleep, Chrissy Cunningham sits in the passenger seat where you are currently. Sometimes she overdoses on K, sometimes Vecna gets her before Eddie even makes the right turn to enter his trailer park. Sometimes when Eddie claps his hands in front of Chrissy’s gray eyes, he blinks once, and to his horror, you’re in her place.
Your hand grasps the door handle next to you. “Okay. Fine. I can get what I want from someone else–”
Before you open the door fully, Eddie’s quick to hunch over you and shut the door with an amount of aggression that surprises you. For a moment, you think that he glances at your quivering lip.
“Don’t,” he warns. “Another time, okay? I’ll give you whatever, just not now. Just do it when I’m around, okay? For your own damn safety.”
You stare at him blankly. “Sativa.”
You watch as he climbs dextrously over his seat to get to the back of the van, which is full of blankets and pillows – a new addition from the last time you’d been in it.
“You sleeping in your car or something?” you raise a brow as you watch him, cheek leaning on the headrest of your seat.
“Henderson’s idea. We went to a drive-in the other night,” he murmurs mindlessly. “Pretty cozy, actually. You think I could pass as a Woodstock hippie with this set-up?”
“Totally,” you utter.
It’s strange how you’d known the boy for a little over a year – really known him, at least, compared to sharing physics senior year with him – and yet watching him lick his rolling papers as your favorite album plays feels more intimate than it ever has. The way Eddie’s slightly shrunken Hellfire Club shirt reveals his dark happy trail makes you feel like a lecherous predator just for watching. When your eyes fall on the array of bats on his forearm, he brings you back to Earth as quickly as you’d left it.
“You wanna smoke or not?”
“Mhm.” You nearly trip on your way to the back of the van. So much for meticulousness. Cross-legged and sweating slightly from the stuffiness of the vehicle, you lean against pillows that are propped up against the side door.
He notices your scent immediately as you move – amber incense and something woodsy. He always wonders why you’re still so timid after all these encounters, but he knows that once you take the first hit of the joint you’ll melt like an Indiana sunset. It isn’t that Eddie likes you better that way, it’s just that he likes the way your laugh sounds. And you tend to do it more when you’re high.
He hands you the finished joint and lights it for you. You inhale and hold the smoke in your lungs with a bated breath, exhaling a cloud towards Eddie’s star-stricken face. It’s there again, that small giggle coming from your mouth that makes something bloom in his chest more than he’d like to admit.
“What’re you laughing at, raccoon eyes?” he smirks.
“Nothing,” you stifle a laugh. “Just… the fairy lights make a nice touch.”
You point to the battery-powered string of lights strewn behind Eddie, dangling Draculas illuminated by a dull yellow.
“You’d look way hotter with raccoon eyes. Isn’t that what those KISS guys do?”
“I’m already hot,” Eddie protests.
“Okay, but how ‘bout this—“ you rummage through your bag for your charcoal-black eyeliner. Before you can even point it toward the boy’s face, he flinches, swatting your hands away.
“Oh come on, pretty boy!” you whine.
“You’re gonna poke my eye out with that thing!”
“I won’t!”
The two of you wrestle your arms together, with him gripping your wrist tightly whenever you try to touch his face. When he squeezes your forearm with his other hand, you forget how to breathe.
“Okay, okay, fine.”
“Thank you,” you coo, clasping your hands together in excitement.
You have the cadence of a child, a feral glint in your eyes as your mouth turns into a grin full of wolf teeth. He only lets you because he wants to be close to you, wants your soft hands on his face. It’s a rarity for him, these fleeting touches – but now that Eddie’s fully high, he craves them like a child fiending for candy. There were other times like now, times when your girlish whimsy would have you combing your fingers through his hair absentmindedly and innocently until you snapped to your senses. Eddie always hated when that happened.
He lies back lazily against the pillows, bare knees spread so that you can get closer to him. The look on his face is deadpan, feigning annoyance and eyelids fluttering once you so as much as attempt to draw a black line under his bottom lashes.
“Hold still!”
“Make me.”
Your eyelashes flutter in rapid succession at his declaration, eyes narrowing with a hint of a smirk on your lips as you combat his challenging gaze. You’re not giving in. Not yet, at least.
“Shut up.”
It takes a few minutes, but the results are worth it. Eddie blinks at you with his brown doe eyes, which look even bigger with the smudged black eyeliner you’ve managed to get on him.
“Am I as fuckable as Bowie now?”
“No one is as fuckable as Bowie. Not even you,” you snort, taking another hit from the joint.
“So you agree. You think I’m fuckable.”
You give him a knowing look, small smile hiding from the debauched imagery creeping into your mind. You’d be lying if you claimed that you didn’t think about him that way, but you’d rather die than tell him that.
He takes the joint out of your mouth, which is now slightly ajar and salivating as you scan his face and the smallest hint of a tattoo adorning his collarbone.
“Speaking of fucking, uh, Gareth has, like, a level five crush on you. Did y’know that?”
“Please. He makes it incredibly obvious.”
“You gonna go for it?” You notice the way he licks his lips in anticipation of your answer. You smile and shake your head.
“Aw, c’mon! Kid’s still a virgin.”
“Oh, so you wanna pimp me out?“
“I didn’t say—”
“Mhmm. Right.”
The joint’s nearly done when Eddie realizes he’s been staring at your face like the way someone examines a painting – really looks at it – for the first time. Reveling in all the details – the slope of your nose, the shape of your lips, your huge pupils blinking right back at him.
“What would it take for you to fuck Gareth?” Eddie asks. His voice is suddenly lower, the raspy husk from his voice muddling away from clarity.
“Christ, you’re really wingmanning so hard right now. Okay, so theoretically, I fuck him. What else? You gonna film it, too?” you slur.
It’s him who’s quiet now. Eddie doesn’t want you to notice his flushed face, which he’s claiming in his head to be from the summer heat and lack of air conditioning in his car, but he’s also fully aware that this is one of the cooler nights in July. But why does he feel like he’s fucking sweating? And God, the imagery of you actually fucking Gareth is pervading his brain right now, short-circuiting it in a way that makes him feel embarrassed, and he thinks that maybe he should count to ten and stare out the window so that he can —
“Earth to Edward,” you snap at him with your middle finger and thumb.
It’s Eddie’s turn to blink rapidly, averting his eyes. He rubs his temple like he has to contain a headache, but really, it’s dizzying lust that feels out of place. Especially with you right beside him. You’d never think that Eddie Munson was one to be shy around you, of all people, if at all. But between the sexual innuendos and the stupid banter, it’s like you’re seeing right through him. Needless to say, he doesn’t know how to hide his emotions at the moment. Certainly not when he’s high as a kite.
You think that maybe if you move just a few inches, something inside you could explode or bloom or coalesce completely. Any closer to Eddie Munson’s face and you’d be redistributing matter without a care in a world, but the cautious nature inside you screams instead. God, didn’t you arrive with a chill down your spine from the dip in temperature? Yet now, your synapses are on fire. All without being touched.
Your body seems to move in its own volition, but slowly. A hand combed through dark, frizzy locks. Your fingers caressing the length of his jaw. Your breath haphazard like you’re splayed out like a desperate, dying animal with your insides on display.
It’s like a glass breaks when it happens. You aren’t even aware of who does it first.
You take surprise in the confidence of your body pinning his down while his tongue explores the inside of your mouth, his hands gripping the exposed flesh above your shorts. You inhale sharply like you’re drowning until what comes out of your mouth descends into something like a laugh that’s swallowed by him.
Your desire is white-hot, blinding. You don’t realize how deeply you’ve got your claws into Eddie Munson’s shoulders until he lifts you up a little higher so that you’re properly straddling him, the warmth of your core pulsating from the severity of every sensation hitting your neurons. This weed is fucking strong, you think, with your brain blissed out to oblivion.
Your bliss is interrupted when he curses into your mouth and flinches slightly, pulling away from you with wide eyes.
“You bit me,” he chuckles lowly, wiping the crimson off his bottom lip.
“Oh, fuck, I’m sorry,” you stammer. “I– that’s not something I do, um. I think I got carried away.”
“It was hot.”
Before you can respond, he locks his lips with yours again, this time grabbing the back of your neck with his strong, slender fingers. It’s messy, his newfound frenetic desire for you that had been bubbling up in his system for months and months, only to overflow the moment you got into the backseat of his van tonight.
He pulls away, a trail of saliva following his mouth as he grins. You’re too busy looking at him like you’re in a trance to think about anything else, certainly not when his silver-adorned fingers are touching the base of your throat.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he rasps.
“Tell me more,” you tease, though whatever provocation you’re going for is swapped for vulnerability the moment Eddie’s mouth descends down your throat and latches onto your exposed collarbone, teeth and all.
“So fucking hot… and sexy… and… shit,” he murmurs as he suckles lovebites on the curve of your shoulder. “Gareth’s gonna be fucking pissed at me when he finds out.”
You’re about to reply, make something of a self-deprecating joke to distract yourself from the fact that you’re sinking right under Eddie’s spell, but of course, the bastard sucks into your skin in a way that makes you glitch. You can’t even speak – all the sensations you feel from his mouth on your collarbone alone elicits a moan. He smirks into your skin.
The ache in your body is so viciously raw that you’re dreading the moment everything bursts. You realize you’re high enough that your usual fight or flight dissipates the moment you feel Eddie’s warm tongue on the side of your jaw.
Every touch feels electric. Your body is a forest fire.
Your blood is pumping hard, hot, and the way Eddie pulls back to admire the pinkish marks on your neck makes you nearly carnivorous with want.
“I need more, Eddie.”
More. Every cell in Eddie’s body screams more. He’s been teasing you, yes, but he doesn’t realize how onboard he is with more until he sees the salacious lust on your face, just barely muted by your virtuous eyes. He wants to devour you, he thinks. He doesn’t know that you were the one sharpening your fangs first.
“Whatever you want. Tell me.”
“Touch me.”
“Gotta be more specific, baby.”
“I don’t know,” you desperately mewl, burying your face into his shoulder. “Anywhere. Everywhere. I just need you.”
It almost sounds like a prayer, which nearly causes Eddie’s brain to malfunction from his disbelief. You – who’s always sarcastic, giving him the hardest time in a way that makes him want you more – begging for him as you grind against his lap. He must’ve died and gone to heaven.
“You’re sure about this?” Eddie murmurs. “You’re not too high, right?”
“I’m sure,” you huff, pouting. “You’re taking too fuckin’ long.”
He chuckles, grasping your waist with his hands as he grins at you with admiration. Your big moon eyes, your delicateness on top of him – all of it makes him fucking insatiable and he hasn’t even had a piece of you yet.
“Let’s take these off then,” he titillates, hands eager in pulling off your shorts. You beat him to it with such quickness that he has to double-take when he realizes you’ve so swiftly discarded your t-shirt as well, leaving you in your black lacy bra.
“Oh, shit, for me?” His hands touch the sides of your bra, fingers dancing around the clasp on your back.
“No, y’just got fucking lucky tonight. Your turn now.” Your hands roam the length of his toned stomach, which was already on full display from his Hellfire shirt that nearly served as a crop top. In a frenzy, Eddie discards both his shirt and his cutoffs, and before you can even get a word in about the growing length underneath you, his mouth is on yours again.
He tastes like weed and cigarettes and cinnamon. You love him like this – desperate and frantic, eager to have his skin flush with yours. His kisses only exacerbate in intensity as you take the liberty to reach into his boxers, your hand palming his shaft with such a fervor that it makes him groan.
Eddie’s quick to match your movements, fingers already clumsily coaxing themselves into your wet cunt while the two of you kiss like you’re fighting, like you’re competing for who gets the next bruise.
You don’t even notice that he’s unhooked your bra until he stops his frantic kissing to suck on your nipple. You moan at the sensation, throat raw from all the smoking. Your mouth keeps letting out sounds that you can’t even recognize as yourself. There’s no time to react considering the depth in which Eddie’s fingers are inside of you, rubbing along your spongy walls until your legs start to vibrate.
He’s so aggressive with his hands like he’s trying to prove something. The heat in your core that brews begins to thunder into something unfamiliar. It’s too good, this electric feel, and it doesn’t help that the skin above your breasts is starting to flame a livid red just from Eddie’s lovebites.
He pulls his nipple from your mouth as he strokes your insides harder, head tilting curiously as he watches the expressions on your face change like a supercut. He knows you’re nearly there from the sudden entropy of your body.
“C’mon, baby, you can do it. You’re almost there, right?”
“Y-yes,” you whine.
“Good girl. Cum for me, okay?”
“J-just like… that… oh my god…. oh my god,” you stutter. “Eddie, fuck!”
You dip into convulsion as you screw your eyes shut – the phosphenes in the pitch-black of your vision exploding like fireworks. The high takes over you like a tidal wave until you’re out of breath, chest heaving up and down. You have to physically remove his hand just so you can even attempt to calm down.
“You look so fucking good when you’re cumming for me, Jesus Christ.”
He watches you with a doe-eyed expression, his hand in yours as you raise it to fit into your mouth. Delicately, you lick off your own taste. Just from watching that, Eddie feels like he might cum soon.
Without a warning, you decide the next order of operations, pussy landing flush against Eddie’s hard cock softly and grinding against his length.
“Jesus,” he croaks, eyes lulled in an opium trance as you kiss the swell of his throat. He can barely focus – barely misses wherever the fuck those extra condoms are in his bag – shit, where were they?
After a blind rummaging with you still on top of him, he finds one and rips the foil from his teeth.
“This is– you’re sure?” he checks in with you cautiously, his face florid and hot with sudden apprehension as if you aren’t sliding your wet cunt against his lap at this very second. You nod as you twirl a curly strand of his hair between your fingertips and he rolls the condom on.
As you lower yourself, he groans in tandem with your borderline pornographic moans, and slowly, you grind against him.
“Oh, my God…” you moan. The thickness of him seems to be hitting every sensitive spot inside you to the point of you nearly seeing stars. Your iron grip extends to your claws as you dig into the bare flesh of Eddie’s shoulder blades, which flex slightly from the way he moves your body on top of his with his strong hands. Throughout your desperate mewling, he guides you on his lap while you cry out. He covers your mouth with his palm after a succession of your cries.
You gasp like a wild animal struggling despite your fervent stamina. You ride him like you’re trying to dominate him, but the sensitivity of your wet cunt nearly blows you overboard. At this point, you’re a lost cause until he grips your thighs tightly as you hover above him slack-jawed and soft headed.
Another mewl and Eddie thinks he might just come undone underneath you – but he doesn’t want to give you that satisfaction.
Within seconds, he switches positions, has you pinned against the blankets and pillows flat down so that he’s on top of you. You’d let him smother you if he could.
Eddie thrusts into you as his hands latch onto your shoulders. The sweat of his brow drips down the side of his face, adorning the glow radiating through him. After a slight sweep of his long curls, he has his hands tangled in your hair as he fucks into you, thrusting slowly but fully.
“Eddie, fuck!”
“Shit, am I hurting you?” he asks you with frantic concern. He wipes a finger down the length of your cheek to chase away a stray tear. “I can be more gentle.”
“I like when it hurts,” you reply in a rushed manner. “Fucking… need you.”
With that encouragement, Eddie’s hips snap back to yours. He grunts with an animalistic inflection, head bowing into your shoulder as he picks up his pace.
“So fucking– tight,” he exhales. “Fuck. God, you’re so– fucking—”
Tears start springing from your eyes. The weed makes your body infinitely more sensitive, and now that he’s finally inside of you, you feel like you’re in the fucking rapture.
Even from all the overwhelming pressure, you beg for more just from your rapacious movements, arms crossed over his back with your nails digging into his flesh.
He pouts when he sees your tears, wipes them off gently with the pads of your fingertips but your makeup smudges like a pornstar’s. With a grin, he peppers you with chaste kisses across your teeth despite the depravity happening below each of your hips, a burning candle on both ends as he hikes up your leg with your knee swung over his arm to thrust into you at a deeper angle. The blurred charcoal under your waterline makes you look gorgeous, he thinks, like an angel fallen out of heaven, Lilith banished from the Garden of Eden.
“It’s too much,” you gasp, eyes nearly rolling in the back of your head.
“You wanna stop?”
“No.”
He chuckles at that, sloppily kissing you down your chest. He has the sudden urge to turn you over, take you the way he wants, but the blackened tears on your cheeks make him want to treat you delicately despite the ravenousness of how he’s currently ramming into you. You insist on more, begging through hushed whimpers and limbs lumbering like a ragdoll’s. Just from seeing your wanton face, he thinks that this is intimacy, this is real, and having you in any other way would somehow break the spell. He needs to hold you this close and flush to his chest so you don’t disappear.
“Eddie–” you choke out.
“Mm?”
“Wanna be– on top,” you say breathlessly, and he slows the roll of your hips at the same time your hiccuping moans descend into smaller gasps. With his hands on your hips still, he sits up and leans backward while you stumble on top of his, knees nearly giving out because of how your legs feel like jelly.
God, your thighs are burning just a bit, but the delicious roll of your hips has his cock hitting your g-spot so much deeper than before – as if that was even possible.
“Holy shit,” Eddie groans, jaw slack with saliva glistening on the fullness of his bottom lip.
“S’feel good?”
“Don’t– don’t stop, baby,” he rasps. It’s him who’s begging now, and Christ, he can’t get a break. Not when you’re hovering above him, riding his cock like that, tits bouncing right in front of him. He reaches out of you, massages your nipple with his thumb until his palm cradles your neck delicately.
Experimentally, he slaps your ass hard enough to leave a mark, and your sharp-toothed grin has him falling apart. Eddie’s brain is a total haze, neurons firing and melting with the soundtrack of Cocteau Twins still ringing through his ears with honey-dripping reverb. He’ll have to listen to the record again when he’s alone later, high and horny with thoughts of you. Eddie doesn’t think he’ll be able to get you out of his head after tonight.
He’s teetering on the brink of orgasm, especially when your lewd moans are getting louder with the aggressive way you’re grinding against him, thick cock hitting the hot spot inside your walls repeatedly until something blooms in your stomach.
“‘m s’close, Eds–”
“Keep going, baby, you got it,” Eddie praises. “Let go for me.”
Your thighs are burning still, heedless now as the elastic inside your core finally breaks. He groans when he feels your walls tighten around him and within seconds, he whimpers – actually whimpers – as he floods you. The frenzied sensation of your shared orgasm blend together, an amalgam of hot wetness, of stomach butterflies wielding pickaxes, of dripping, molten desire.
He softens inside of you and with an exhale, he touches your face just to remind himself that you’re real. With a smile, you kiss his knuckles, his rings, his fingertips, until you suck on his thumb gently.
“Fuck, y’gonna make me hard again,” Eddie indicts, mouth raw and red from all of your lovebites.
“Is it ‘cause you made me cry?” you tease. “Sick fuck.”
“No, ‘cause you’re fuckin’ you,” he grumbles. “Kinda wanna keep you here forever, now.”
“That’s a completely normal thing for someone who’s not a cult leader to say,” you chuckle, lowering yourself down to Earth as your body fits into his like the missing puzzle piece. As you listen to the throes of his rapid heartbeat, his hair tickles your cheek softly.
“I think you’re the cult leader. Y’put subliminals in that cassette, yeah? Got me all high to seduce me?” His black-rimmed eyes are wide, eyebrows raised as he taps your nose playfully.
“You fucking wish, Munson.”
𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬!
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𝓜𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓞𝓷 7
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: When her friend doesn’t show up to an outing, Y/n is prompted to make a house call. But when the past comes to get back at them, she has to wonder: is she really capable of moving on?
IMPORTANT: Instead of having the huge warning paragraph here, for this chapter I want to put a little note in. This chapter of Moving On is a lot heavier and quite graphic. Mind the warnings. I will link a summary of the chapter above the series Masterlist link. It will not be an alternate chapter, but rather a summary of what happened in this chapter, without the details. Stay safe and mind your triggers.
Warnings: heavily implied potential suicide, breaking and entering, graphic depictions of gore, guilt, depression, background stucky, violence, crying, scars, yelling, discussions of: phantom limb pain, NON-GRAPHIC past sexual abuse (including assault), cults, suicidal ideation, car crashes, hospitals, funerals, death, past abuse (physical, emotional, it’s HYDRA, y’know?), and there's a slight part where it's implied that the reader is a lesbian but it's easy to ignore.
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𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞
“Hey guys!” You smile as you find your newfound friend group standing together outside the cafe.
They all greet you joyfully as you go to stand beside Wanda.
“The only person we’re waiting on is Bucky.” Thor notes.
“He doesn’t live that far away. He should be here by now.” Sam frowns.
“Call him?” You suggest. Sam pulls out his phone, holding it up to his ear.
“Nothing.” He murmurs.
Thor tries. Bucky doesn’t pick up.
Wanda calls, and Bucky doesn’t answer.
You try, and he doesn’t answer your call either.
Clint tries, and Bucky picks up on the second ring.
Sam rolls his eyes, and you and Wanda look at each other, smiling slightly.
“Hey, where are you, man?” Clint asks. You can’t hear what Bucky’s saying. “Okay, well..take care, then.” Clint lowers the phone from his ear, frowning slightly.
“Where is he?” Wanda questions.
“He’s at home. He didn’t really elaborate. I think he’s having a bit of a rough day.” Clint explains.
“And Steve’s out of town,” Wanda murmurs.
Sam nods at her. “Exactly.” He thinks for a moment.
Clint seemingly comes up with a plan. “Does anybody have their address? They live together, right?”
“Yeah. I have it. I don’t think he’d really wanna talk to any of us—besides, I know that I personally am not experienced in how to get through that kind of thing in a healthy way.” Sam replied.
“Me neither. I’m not the best with comforting others, so..” Clint shrugged.
“I doubt he’d feel comfortable with myself. I think it’d be best if one of you helped him.” Thor explained.
Wanda looked at you. And then everyone else looked at you, too.
“Okay,” you breathed. “Send me his address.”
The apartment wasn’t too far away, and you were able to ride the elevator to the sixth floor.
It wasn’t hard finding Bucky and Steve’s apartment, considering Sam had given you his apartment number.
You knocked on the door. Once. Then twice. And then again a third time.
“Bucky?” You said, at a normal volume. You didn’t want to bother any of his neighbors. You called his name again, slightly louder this time. And then you began to worry. How could you guarantee that he was okay? He could’ve fell in the shower or something. Choked on food while he was home alone. Fuck, he could’ve hurt himself.
That thought sent you into a real panic, and you knocked rapidly on the door. Once more, he didn’t answer.
You placed your hand on the door handle. You weren’t usually the type to commit breaking and entering, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Though, how suspicious would it look to break the lock on his door? You’d never been to his apartment, anyone who looked in the hall wouldn’t recognize you.
But now was not the time to think about all that. You expected to have to force the door open, to sacrifice your shoulder to bust down the door. It would make an obnoxiously loud sound and would probably send the neighbors running out into the hallway to see what the hell was going on. And when you opened the door…
…it opened without any problems. You swung the door open, managing to stop it before it hit the wall. Looking into the apartment, you took in the decor. A comfy couch in the living room area, a nice kitchen, a few picture frames hung on the walls here and there. All Steve’s work, you were sure of it.
“Bucky?” You close the door softly behind you. Creeping through the apartment, you find there is no Bucky in sight.
You approached a closed door, which you assumed was a bedroom door. You knocked. “Bucky? If you’re okay just say something. Literally anything, please.”
Your eyes watered when you received no answer. When you open the door, what are you going to find? You weren’t going to be ready to find a corpse. That’s what you were sure of. But what if he was just asleep? That was a possibility.
You opened the door.
You immediately saw him. Or, the outline of him. He was curled up in a blanket, still in bed. You could see him breathing, his torso moving slightly with every breath.
“Bucky?” You whispered.
“Mm.” He answered back.
“It’s 1:54 in the afternoon. We were gonna meet up for lunch, what happened?”
He shrugs in response.
“Clint let you know I was coming, yeah?”
He nods, his back facing you. He doesn't turn to face you, and you shift awkwardly.
"He said you were having a bit of a rough day. Are you sick? Or is more of an..inside thing?"
He says nothing, and you frown. You look towards the curtains, a soft and gentle blue. Steve's favorite color, you remembered.
You hear a soft sniffle come from the bed.
"Are you..crying?"
"No," he disagreed, but you could hear the sadness in his voice.
"It's okay if you are," you stated. "You don't have to hide it."
"This fucking sucks," he laughed, and you could imagine a few more tears spilling down his face. "I mean, I feel like shit. I haven't left my apartment in days, my arm fucking hurts, and I can't even get out of fucking bed." He begins to laugh at the end, as if he's fed up.
You didn't really know what to say. What would Sharon do? Probably send a motivational instagram video, you thought. It made you smile slightly, but you pushed the thought away. Now's not the time.
"Where's Steve?" You asked softly.
"Lehigh, New Jersey. It's a small town, he's visiting a friend, Peggy."
"Have you thought about calling him? He's your roommate and your best friend, right?" You assumed that Steve normally helped Bucky get through his bad days.
"Boyfriend, actually." He sniffled.
"Wait, what? Since when?"
"Since three days ago," he chuckled.
"That's awesome, man." You smiled, stepping a few inches closer.
He nods, rolling over to face you. His face is puffy, his eyes a bit red from crying. The blanket slides down a bit, revealing his scarred chest. You notice the absence of his left arm and the scarring around his shoulder, but you don't dwell on it. Bringing your eyes quickly back to his face, his small expression reveals that he's grateful for this.
"When's Steve coming home?"
"Tomorrow. Around suppertime. He left three days ago, so." He said quietly.
"You should come stay with me. Just for tonight. It'll get you out of the house, and it might make you feel a little better."
"I don't wanna be a bother. You know, more than I'm already being."
"You're not a burden. You're having a rough time, and that's okay, it's human. C'mon, I've got a guest room. You're never too old for a sleepover."
"What, are we gonna paint each other's toenails?"
You gave him a goofy grin. "Damn right. And we'll talk all about boys or something." You laugh, and he does too.
“Hey. C’mon, I’m serious.” You say earnestly after a moment, shoving your hands in your pockets. “S’not just for you. I get lonely.” You make it sound like a joke, but deep down both of you know it’s true.
He nods after a second.
“I’ll be in the living room, yeah? So you can pack up and get ready or whatever you wanna do.” You began to make your way towards the door, and he nodded again, a silent ‘thank you’.
You sat on the couch, which was a light tan color. It was a pretty nice couch.
Bucky came out twenty minutes later, his hair wet and pulled back into a half-up half-down hair style. He wore a black hoodie and some black jeans, a backpack slung over his shoulder.
You smiled warmly, wolf-whistling for dramatic effect. “Lookin’ good Barnes.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He shook his head, but he couldn’t hide his smile.
When you got to your place, the two of you grabbed a beer, plopping down in front of the couch.
“Do..you wanna talk about it?”
“I mean, it was just memories coming up, paired with phantom limb pain.” He explained.
“Drink. You know, if you want. It just seems like a ‘drink-and-talk’ kind of night.”
He took a sip of his beer, and you took a sip of your own.
“I was in the military until, well, you know.” He gestured to his prosthetic. “And then I accidentally joined a cult.”
You blinked, waiting for him to explain further.
“I guess they manipulated me or whatever, but I still fell for it. They were…weird. Always talking about ‘Insight’ and other propaganda. It was just..dumb. I just..needed something to belong to, I guess. They ended up giving me the first prosthetic I ever had. Not this one—this one’s much less…invasive.”
You nod, not sure if there was anything else you could say.
“They had their version of the electric chair. If you didn’t…do what they wanted you to do, they’d uh, punish you. Public whippings, the goddamn chair, more…graphic things. I was the newest member, shit always landed on me. One of the uh, higher ups, had a sex drive bigger than my will to live. Never a fun day for me.” Bucky said, shrugging as if trying to hide how it affected him.
“Then Steve reached out. Kept reaching out, that stubborn son of a bitch." Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. "Got me out of that situation. And then, well, here I am." He looked down at his hand, rubbing his pointer finger against his thumb. “My uh..sister and parents passed away while I was gone. Car crashes suck ass.”
You huffed a laugh. “Tell me about it.”
He glanced to the photo hanging on the wall. “Is…is that..?”
“Oh—yeah. Uh—it’s—well, y’know, it’s—uhm—yeah. It’s—yeah.” You sputtered.
Deciding that it was awkward if you didn’t say something else, you spoke up. "So...you and Steve, huh?"
Bucky rolled his eyes, grinning. "Yeah-huh."
"How'd you know? That..that you liked him?" You asked, and you were sure that you both knew there was more to this question besides your curiosity about Bucky's love life.
"I guess I didn't. I mean, we've known each other since we were real young, y'know. So I guess it was jus' always kinda that way."
"And..how'd you know he liked you back?" A certain woman popped into your mind, with her large doe-like green eyes and soft red hair.
"Cause he looked at me like there was somethin' worth lookin' at." Bucky drawled, making eye-contact with you. You were positive he was being earnest, based on his tone and overall demeanor.
Did Wanda look at you like that? Did you look at her like that?
“Huh,” you mumbled, nodding. You hoped he couldn’t tell what you were thinking. Somehow, deep inside you, you knew he could.
“So,” he took a sip of beer. “You and Wanda, eh?”
“Shut up,” you laughed.
“But seriously! You gotta tell me. Queer to queer, c’mon.” He nudged you with his elbow.
“Okay.” You sigh. “We went to a sunflower field together and ate sunflower-themed baked goods. At the end we called it a date, but I don’t know if that was meant to be romantic or not.”
“Oh. That’s…ambiguous.”
“Tell me about it.” You let out a breath, leaning your head back against the couch.
“But it was totally meant to be romantic. Very homo.”
“What?” You looked at him, but he seemed dead serious.
“Have you seen the way she looks at you? She looks so goddamn happy. And sure, she looks pleasant all the time, but not in the same way. It’s different.”
“Maybe.” You shrugged. You looked at him. “I just…I don’t know. I’m not even sure if I like her. I mean, I think I do. But I can’t tell if I like her or if I like how she reminds me a little of Nat.”
He stayed silent, waiting for you to continue.
"I'm not..trying to find another Natasha--that's...weird. I mean, they're super different. Natasha was older than me, just by two years. And Wanda's a year younger. She's more..bubbly. Like, the best way I can describe it is that Natasha's a deep red, and Wanda's a light pink. Just in like, vibes." You tried to explain. "Sorry, I probably sound crazy."
"No, it makes sense. Wait..what color are my vibes?" He chuckled, but you could tell he wasn't making fun of you.
"Mm...silver. And red. With hints of a greenish-yellow, like old-timey lighting."
"Huh." He nodded.
After a few more minutes, you both departed to your separate rooms. Bucky to the guest room, and you to your bedroom, as per usual. You fell asleep quicker than usual, but whether that was due to the alcohol or due to the comfort of having someone else in the apartment, you weren't sure.
You awoke to the sound of glass shattering. Immediately, you were confused. Had Bucky gotten up to get a drink and dropped a glass? Had something fell?
Though you were tired, you wanted to make sure nothing important was damaged. That included Bucky being hurt.
You pulled yourself out of bed, slowly creeping out of your bedroom. The layout of your apartment was simple. No hallways, minus the tiny one that lead to the bathroom. You surveyed the dark living room, immediately finding the source of the noise.
Your window had been smashed. And in your living room, a few feet from the couch you’d just been sitting against, was a figure. Not Bucky, you were positive. From what you could see, the figure was wearing all black, and sported the unmistakable curves of a woman.
Your blood ran cold, your legs locking up, keeping you in place. Your mouth went dry, and you could hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears. You screamed, hoping that doing so would potentially let someone know that you needed help. And, worse case scenario, that you were murdered. That you didn’t do it yourself. That you wanted to live.
The figure rushed toward you, shoving you to the ground before pinning you there. She slammed a hand over your mouth as you writhed under her. You let out muffled screams and mangled growls, not wanting to go without a fight.
“What the hell?” Bucky walked out into the living room, wearing the same clothes he’d been wearing before, minus the fact that he’d changed from a hoodie to a t-shirt. The absence of his left arm was much more noticeable now.
He quickly peered over the couch, his eyes widening in fear as he found you. “Fuck!” He exclaimed, immediately racing for you. You’d forgotten about his military days; the ones that had clearly set him up with a faster speed and a stronger body.
He ripped the woman off of you, and she let out an animalistic shriek in protest. They wrestled for a moment, before she slammed her boot against his face. He groaned, backing up. She ignored him, beginning to stumble toward you. You got a clear look at her this time. She was wearing a black mask, one built similar to one you’d see a surgeon wear.
She dashed at you again, but this time you were more prepared. You grabbed anywhere you could—her hair, her neck, her ears—and the two of you tussled for a few moments. You grabbed her mask, ripping it off her face and shoving her backward as you stumbled in the opposite direction.
Bucky was clutching at his bloody nose, and you resisted the urge to gag at the red stain that covered the front of his shirt, going from just under the neckline to his chest. You’d seen blood before; you were a woman, and it’d be a real inconvenience to be scared of blood. But the scenario only made your uneasiness worse.
You stared at your attacker’s revealed face, before it dawned on you.
“Yelena?”
She glared at you, chest heaving as she was out of breath. You were sure that you didn’t look any better.
“Why the hell are you here?” You stressed, brows furrowing.
“You know what you did. And now I’m going to kill you for it.” She brandished a knife from her pocket, twisting it around in her fingers.
“What the fuck are you talking about? Yelena, I haven’t seen you since—since—“
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this Ms. L/n? I'm calling from Westview Hospital."
“—since you left me to find my sister dead? Since you left my parents to find their oldest daughter with her face half melted off? Since then, Y/n? What, did you think we just wouldn’t find out?” Her voice steadily rose in volume.
"She was in a car accident, ma'am." Dr. Christine Palmer told you. "We had her in surgery--Dr. Strange and I operated on her ourselves. She's unstable, but there's a chance she'll pull through. We just have to hope for the best."
Natasha, your beloved Natasha, was sitting in a hospital bed. She was unconscious, and you wondered if that was for the best. The skin on her face was burned, stitched up but still seemingly melting.
Dr. Palmer left the room, leaving you alone with her. You sobbed for what felt like decades, before you realized that her family hadn't been alerted. That was up to you. And that only broke you more.
“You don’t understand! I couldn’t—I just—“
You'd ran. It was true, you had run. You'd scribbled Yelena's phone number on the tiny notepad in Nat's hospital room before you raced out. You didn't know what else to do.
“No, you don’t understand! You’re a fucking coward, you sick son of a bitch! You couldn’t even face us after what you did! You didn’t even show up to her funeral!” She shrieked, and then everything went quiet.
You hadn't gone. That was also true. You couldn't bear to show your face after the whole hospital incident. And that wasn't to say that you'd never been to her grave, or that you hadn't left flowers and other small trinkets, because you'd done those things. But you hadn't been there to grieve with the rest of her family. Sometimes you regretted it, other times you pushed the thought away before you could dwell on it.
Bucky had gone; you had no real defense against her anymore. He’d most likely went off to the bathroom to avoid bleeding on the kitchen floor.
“…You don’t get it.” You muttered.
“I bet you don’t even care! You’ve already got some random fucking guy you’re sleeping with!” She shouted at you. “You never loved her! Say it!” Her eyes watered, and you could hear her sadness seep through her voice.
"I did love her! I loved her with everything I had!" You felt your own eyes water as your throat burned.
"Then why did you run away?"
You didn't have an answer to that. Not really. She let out a quiet sob, turning her head to look away from you.
"Because I was scared, Yelena. I didn't know what else to do--I wanted to call you. I wanted to be there, I wanted to reach out, but I was scared. And I've regretted it every day." You pant, tears streaming down your face. “Yelena, I was going to marry her. I’d already bought the ring.”
“You’re pathetic.” She gasped, crying softly. “You’re so pathetic.”
You gave her a nod. “I know.”
“She would’ve never said yes.” She wept bitterly. You both know that that’s not true.
“She already had,” you admitted.
“Ask me later, you goof. You know what I’ll say. But I want you to ask.” Natasha smiled one Sunday morning in the middle of summer. “I love you, you know that?”
“I do.” You grinned. “What kind of ring are you thinking?” You watched her clean the dishes.
“Whatever you’ve already got. You’re not very sneaky, Y/n.” She chuckled. You wrapped your arms around her waist, your chin resting on her shoulder. “But I’d let you propose to me with a ring pop. Not many people get that chance, y’know.”
“I am proud to be blessed with that honor. Now, you want blue raspberry or berry blast?” You teased.
“Why would she spend her life with you? Why do you deserve it?” She sniffled.
“I don’t.” You let the tears pour from your eyes.
“She died because you let her.” Yelena blamed you.
“I fought for her to quit that stupid fucking job. She hated it.” You remembered how much she’d assure you of that fact. But she had friends at her job. She couldn’t just leave them behind. “I fought for that. But she was better at arguing than me. She was better.” You nodded to yourself, resisting the urge to sob hysterically.
“You should’ve fought harder.” Yelena growled.
Without thinking, you let out a whistle just as it seemed she was about to rush and stab you.
“…She…she told you about that?” Yelena stopped.
“Me and Yelena would do it when we were kids. We used to pretend we were spies, and that was our ‘signal’. Then it just kinda became a hello-goodbye thing.” Natasha played with your hair as you laid on her chest. With her other hand, she fiddled with the sheets.
“She told me that when she moved away to college, the only thing she could think about was leaving you. She loved you, Yelena. That never changed. She loved you.”
Yelena sobbed. She lowered herself to the ground, too overwhelmed with grief to keep standing. “You got to spend so much time with her.”
“I know.” You nodded, crying yourself. You stepped closer to her, kneeling beside her before wrapping your arms around her.
“It shouldn’t have happened this way,” she lets out a shaky breath. “If I had been there, I could’ve changed it—I could’ve fixed it, I could’ve—“
“Nobody could’ve stopped her. She’d go to work in eight feet of snow with nothing but roller blades to get her there. You know Natasha.” You cut her off.
"I loved her. I loved her so much." She cries.
"I know. We all did." You rubbed her back soothingly. She sobs in your arms. You hold her tightly.
“Goodbye, Y/n L/n.” She whispered after a moment, standing and retreating towards the door.
“Goodbye, Yelena.”
Goodbye, Natasha.
“Fuck, my window’s still broken.”
A/n: bit of a long chapter, eh? Also, just in case you haven’t seen it yet: I’ve got the moving on playlist (Spotify) and the moving on Pinterest board!
#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda x reader#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff fanfiction#wanda maximoff fic#Moving on
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i was talking about this in a reblog, but i decided to make this its own post, because i've seen some conversation that's expressing discomfort with stampede asserting that dependent/bulbed plants don't have souls, and that's not what's being conveyed in the slightest.
tl;dr: conrad's speech about souls is not something we're supposed to take as objective fact about the stampede universe — the thesis isn't dependent plants don't have souls, the thesis is oh holy shit, they're doing eugenics.
conrad's not an unbiased narrator. he's a half-dead, guilt-stricken eugenicist parroting the talking points of an obsessive cult leader whose history book was the bible.
so let’s break down exactly what the fuck we’re being told, because it’s not exposition we’re meant to take at face value.
(under the cut for length, spoilers, and discussion of eugenics, ableism, christianity, cults, experimentation, and sexual assault — both as metaphor and taken literally, as seen in ep11)
first, some context. we can't trust the exact visuals of what we see in the flashbacks in ep11, given that what knives is doing is explicitly memory manipulation, but we can get a few broad strokes about knives' childhood experiences:
a significant, memorable source of his understanding of humanity came from the bible. now anyone with even a passing knowledge of the bible (especially raised-xtian kids who had the opportunity or the obligation to read it at a young age, possibly to the exclusion of other, secular entertainment) will understand how much that explains.
what the scene with the bible is also conveying, is that knives' mental/moral framework is a christian one. which, obviously — the eye of michael is evangelicalism but even more of a death cult. this also explains knives' fixation on the concept of "souls", but put a pin in that, we'll come back to it.
knives and vash are painfully recognizable as gifted/neurodivergent/disabled children. vash is the underperformer, the high-needs kid — treated gently, told how he’s loved for how he is, but always aware of his own shortcomings. and knives is the golden child, the gifted one. he has powers (special powers, rem tells him, that he should hide from everyone, because if Anyone But I Knew, They Would hurt you — put a pin in that, we will come back to it)
finding tesla cements knives’ worldview that humanity will hurt and exploit plants given the justification, which makes him fear for vash, who can’t provide anything for humanity — but tesla also teaches knives that there is something particularly special about independents. something worthy of study. (see: knives still allowing experiments with presumably plant tissue to continue for 150 years)
and then we meet knives as an adult, and conrad tells us what knives believes: that he has a soul, and vash has a soul, and dependent/bulbed plants do not, that their souls are on some higher plane, and if knives gives them souls, everything will be okay. they won’t need humans anymore, because he doesn’t need humans. he doesn’t need to eat or drink. he can make all his sisters Just Like Him, and that will fix their exploitation.
this is, of course, some fucking bullshit. there’s a reason, narratively, we see vash communicating with his sisters before this reveal — they’re not “husks” or “soulless”, they move and react, they’re clearly conscious and sentient. they don’t speak, but they communicate, they act willfully.
so, what is knives thinking, where did he get it, and what’s actually happening?
our Context Pins, for context:
as much as knives believes himself separate from humanity, his view of the world is very human, albeit held at a distance from humanity, and very specifically christian
knives was told, over and over and over by rem, that he was special. that he had special, wonderful powers, and that made him different from everyone else. his brother, and other plants. he’s special.
so the train of thought goes like this:
plants are exploited by humanity (a true statement) => the only way for plants to not be exploited is for humanity to not exist (an understandable conclusion, given his experience with tesla) => but plants need humans to survive => knives is completely self-sufficient => if he makes the other plants like him, they’ll survive on their own.
add the golden-child personal superiority from rem’s… interesting parenting (believe me, she’s a whole different post on her own) and the concept of souls cribbed from the christian framework he was raised in, used as a placeholder word for whatever knives believes he has that his sisters don't, and it starts to makes sense how knives got from point A to point E(ugenics)
and it’s pretty clear we’re supposed to find this framework horrifying even before anything else happens, because — what about vash? what about the percentage of independents who don’t produce anything? who are conduits, specifically “useful” for communicating with dependent plants, who can’t communicate like humans. who eat food and drink water to survive.
that could be up to 50% of independent plants. who would die without humans regardless of whatever knives does to them.
and speaking of what knives does to them…
stampede is not a subtle show, especially not with its visual language. we aren’t supposed to listen to a word knives is saying, or take anything he says (or his lackeys/cult members say) at face value, because what knives is doing, in between breaking vash’s brain to get him to sit and stay, is using vash to assault his sisters.
there’s a reason the visual language of that scene is forced impregnation — whatever knives is doing to them, “souls” or otherwise, he certainly didn’t ask what they wanted before he did it.
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✨Pairing✨: serial killer!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader (ft. Robert Pronge)
Summary🪄: Never trust the back roads
⚠️: 18+, NO MINORS!! Soft,Dark!Ari, abduction, Minor character(s) death, mention of blood, a bit of Stockholm syndrome (maybe?), manipulation, language, hint of cult like lore/rituals
A/N🎤: Hey guys☺️! We got another spooky season themed piece based off Texas Chainsaw Massacre (movie and recently released game). Those who have read my works for a while know I usually stay in the lane of fluff, but as you’ve read above this is a bit darker in nature (please don’t read if any of the above warnings make you uncomfortable). So because this is new to me, I am v nervous lol but I hope those who read like it!
*Disclaimer!: although visual was made by me via Canva, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found on Pinterest*
“I told you we should’ve stayed on the interstate,” Brittany quips crossing her arms across her chest. “Now we’re out of gas and stuck on this hick-town backroad.”
“Need I remind you we wouldn’t be in this situation if somebody would’ve been ready so we could leave on time,” her boyfriend, Adrian, retorts turning the key in the ignition again to get the same result of his Bronco sputtering before going silent.
“Don’t blame your laziness on me! Who doesn’t get gas before leaving?”
“I had enough to get us to the halfway point we were supposed to be at-!”
“Will both of y’all shut up?!,” Cassidy, your roommate and Brittany’s best friend, shouts successfully quieting the couple up front. “Giving me a headache.”
“Now what do we do?,” you softly ask nervously toying with the ring dangling from the thin chain around your neck.
“If we knew we wouldn’t be sitting here now would we?”
“Hey! I get it Brit your frustrated. Don’t take that shit out on Y/N or any of us,” Cassidy snaps. Her best friend only mumbles under her breath sinking a bit lower in her seat.
“I’m sorry, what was that?!”
“Enough!,” Adrian shouts making you jump while the other girls look out their respective windows. Sighing, he grabs his phone from the middle console before unbuckling his seatbelt and turning towards the rest of you. “Let’s try to come together, alright?” Ever the captain trying to rally the “team”.
“I’m gonna walk up the road and see if I can find a gas station or anybody that can help. You three stay here and keep trying your phones to see if you can get anyone.”
“You’re just gonna leave us here?!,” Brittany asks as if offended he would ever speak such a plan. He doesn’t have time to answer from the knock on her window startling everyone in the car. The stranger’s almond brown strands framed his rugged yet model-esque face as his lips curled into a friendly smile. His large palms shooting up in surrender with a quick, “sorry!” giving all of you a show of his thick biceps and the veins that travelled up his forearms.
“Didn’t mean to scare you. Just wanted to see if y’all were alright,” he speaks loud enough to be heard through the rolled up window. His deep voice and southern drawl prickles your ears - and shamefully, other more neglected parts - wanting to hear him talk all day and night if you could.
“Yea, just out of gas,” Adrian answers. “Know where the closest station is?”
“I happen to own one 10-15 minutes up the road. I could drive you if you want?”
“Fuck no, we’re not going with him!,” Cassidy whispers to Adrian. “Where did he come from in the first place?”
“Cass this might be the only help we get. I’m not about to pass up the chance to get out of here because of paranoia,” he replies before turning back to the handsome stranger. “Sounds good, thanks.”
Once he’s helped all of you into his older model truck, it doesn’t take long for him to start the engine carrying the four of you down the road. Adrian sat in the passenger seat while you sat in the middle of Brittany and Cassidy in the back. The three of you quiet as the men small talked.
Adrian introduced all of you and explained your summer vacation plans - much to Brit and Cass’ displeasure - to the former stranger now called Ari.
Occasionally he’d ask if you all were okay or needed the air changed. His eyes unknowingly lingering on you a tad longer as you nervously smoothed out the hem of your flowy floral dress.
Knowing what you do now, you would’ve stopped Adrian from accepting his help. From either of you getting in that red truck and falling for a kind smile and hypnotizing blue eyes.
-
Waking up, the panic returns to your body not being able to move your arms and legs far. The heavy shackles attaching them - and you - to the cold, metal table below make it near impossible as their chains rattle pulling your extremities back with a sharp thud.
“Might not wanna move too much sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to hurt those pretty little wrists of yours.” The fearfully familiar voice has tears brimming your eyes hearing his footsteps come closer and closer until he’s stopping at the table on the opposite wall handling some tool. Without your glasses, everything looks blurry which only adds to your fear.
You lost them as you were trying to run away from your other captor. Long, stringy brown hair and thin wire frames of his own, he always seemed to wear black gloves and an apron splattered with some liquid you didn’t want to think about every time he appeared. This last time somehow finding your latest hiding spot as you all tried to escape.
First you were right beside Brittany, both of you shoulder to shoulder sprinting and nearly out of breath. Then suddenly you were harshly falling to the ground having tripped over something. She kept going, ignoring your hurt form as you were pulled along the clay like dirt trying to wiggle free as you screamed and sobbed calling out for help.
“Shut up! Maybe if you would’ve stayed where we put you, you wouldn’t be in this situation,” he spat down at you clearly frustrated you were putting him through all this trouble.
After finally settling on the delicate scalpel, he slowly stalks across the surgical like room. Shoes tapping against the linoleum floor while he admired how it gleams in the fluorescent light with every slight twist of his hand.
“Now,” he grins leaning down close enough that you could feel the warm air from his nostrils blowing against your skin. Smell the smoke on his breath from his earlier cigarette. “How about we get you out of those filthy clothes, hm?”
The back of the scalpel runs along your sweaty collarbone as he placed it under your thin, spaghetti strap. With one tug he could easily break it giving free access to your chest - especially with your arms being held above your head.
“I told you she was for last Bobby,” Ari speaks approaching your table and making your heart sink further. His partner, well Bobby, rolls his eyes begrudgingly sitting up to meet him now standing right by your leg smudged in dirt.
“Welp, sometimes life has other plans,” he replies with that devious smirk. Ari’s bigger than the man in front of him, easily being able to move Bobby out of the way with the thick muscles along his arms and back - not to mention those thighs straining to break free from his blue jeans.
You feel like a lab rat being observed by scientists under their intense gazes. Ari’s, though, mixed with something tender - almost enamored - that has you surprisingly not cowering away when he reaches his hand out brushing a thumb along your cheek to wipe away a fallen tear.
“Please,” you whisper between your sniffles. “I-I’ll do anything.”
Those words coming from your pretty mouth sparked something in Ari he’d never felt in all these years.
Plenty of his victims pleaded that same thing offering him any and everything a man could ever want, but he never budged continuing on for the sake of his family’s lineage. There was something about sweet you though, practically dripping with innocence and this light Ari couldn’t help but fall for. He saw that while you sat in the backseat of his truck and at the gas station quietly sipping your soda off on your own as you looked out the window towards the lush grassland across the street sprinkled with wildflowers. He actually felt guilty when he had to knock you out, hoping he wasn’t scarring your soft skin too much when he’d drug you to the storm cellar with the others.
Immediately, he wanted you all for himself and was ironically desperate enough to do anything to make it happen.
“Oh sweetheart, we’ve heard it all before,” Bobby teasingly coos. Ari’s emotion stays unmoving still gently wiping away your tears.
“I promise I won’t say anything!”
“I won’t say anything!,” he mocks trying to imitate your fear stricken voice before laughing to himself. He returns back to the table full of tools trying to decide between the rusted scissors or the butcher knife for his next torturous instrument. “You’re all the same.”
Peering up at Ari with wet lashes and red eyes, you whimper another quiet “please” hoping to see your family again.
And for the first time since your capture, that charismatic smile finds its way back on his pink lips reminding you of when he first appeared outside the car. Giving you a small sense of hope you should’ve known not to trust.
“Tell you what, I’m feeling generous so I’ll make a deal with you,” Ari speaks sounding so smooth as if the current environment around him wasn’t real at all. Bobby isn’t happy though, from the way he drops his tools stalking over to Ari.
“Need I remind you of your little legend?”
“Everything will be fine. Especially when sugar here helps us.”
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You can still hear Brittany’s screams coming from the room deeper in the basement. They’re faint, being however many feet upstairs in one of the older farmhouse’s bedrooms, but you can still hear the agony and fear laced within.
Hear the betrayal uttered along with every “no don’t!,” knowing you were ultimately the reason for her final capture - and soon death. Before she was taken herself, Cassidy found a hidden message on one of the walls describing how to get out using only Ls for left and Rs for right. Pictures meant to represent exits on how to leave the property that you all nearly found if not for the hidden traps.
A light tap on the door has you holding yourself tighter, moving slightly higher up the bed fearful of who could be on the other side. Luckily - or maybe not - it’s a blurry Ari holding something in his hands. His heavy steps stop at the edge of the bed gently placing something on the brown comforter. Cautiously, you reach out to feel the cool metal of your glasses excitedly placing them back on your face to find them cleaned and surprisingly without a scratch.
“I thought you’d need those.”
His strikingly handsome face is soft with a tilted smile as he hands you a glass of water you rush to take craving for the cool liquid to flow down your scratchy throat.
“Slow down sugar,” he chuckles. “There’s more.”
Now embarrassed, you slowly lower the glass from your chapped lips handing it back with a shy, “thank you,” before wrapping your arms around your middle again. “A-Am I going home now?”
He sighs clicking his tongue and rubbing the back of his neck with his bear paw of a hand as if not exactly knowing how to answer your question. His expression has your face falling in disappointment as well as confusion.
“‘Fraid not.”
“But…you told me you’d let me go?”
“And I did. You’re not in those rough shackles anymore are you?” You feel foolish thinking he’d actually help you this time. He’d shown you the knife before, yet you still openly turned your back as if he couldn’t stab you.
Were you really that naive? Or was it something deeper at work you were ashamed to admit?
“Aw don’t look so sad. I’m just looking out for you,” he explains perching on the corner of the full sized mattress. “The moment you show up back home without your friends all fingers are pointing towards you.”
“I’ll tell them we split up! That I don’t know what happened to them,” you cry.
“That’ll only get you so far before eyes are back on you sweetheart. Parents and friends of theirs saying how you have to know something. That’s when cops get more aggressive too.” Ari dares place his hand on your thigh as a sign of comfort, and you don’t remove it thinking how he was right.
You wouldn’t be able to play dumb for long before you’d appear even more suspicious to everyone. That then left you with two options: jail or hide away confirming your own death along with the others.
Tears quickly tumble from your eyes at your realization, but Ari’s there wiping them away as soon as they fall and leaving your skin tingly where he touched.
“I know I know, it’s a lot to take in. But I’ll be there to take care of you. Just like I took care of Brittany for you.”
“F-For me?,” you ask gazing at him with tears still falling as you silently hiccup.
He nods. “You didn’t know she was the one to trip you huh?” Part of him hated to be the one to break it to you, but on the other hand he could just eat you up like a little sugar cube how innocently oblivious you looked.
Not to mention how you still managed to look so pretty while you cried on his bed. It gave him other ideas, but he managed to push those away for now.
“She selfishly sacrificed you, so it’s only right she get the karma she deserved right?,” he asks gently squeezing your thigh.
You knew she never liked you. For whatever reason, always looking at you like an annoying little sibling being forced to tag along whenever Cassidy would invite you out with them. She was a true friend wanting you to experience more than the four walls of your dorm and your classrooms, while Brittany could care less about you.
Although it felt wrong to admit, you nod agreeing with the man doting on you making his tilted smile return - and that gooeyness to your insides.
“You won’t have to want for anything here with me sugar. I promise you that.”
Every fiber and cell in your body is warning you of his promises. Reminding you of everything you’ve been through up to that point. How you should be careful with the man in front of you, who had a deadly switch that could flip at any moment leaving you in clear danger.
Yet the way his blue eyes look at you - really see you, which is more than you experience from most people - you feel honored he’d retaliate on your behalf. You feel special receiving such loyalty and care.
And with that, you lean into his touch softly smiling as his thumb traces along your bottom lip. “Okay Ari.”
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Mist veiled eyes (platonic)
I personally adore both silent hill and resident evil. I know both fandoms make jokes about one another so i decided to make something off of it. Originally I was also gonna add a Jill route but this was getting too long to write (maybe another day but not now)
I put in some P.T references for fun and sadness at it never being released (I still mourn). Y/n in this isn’t quite human anymore. Not even they know what they are now after experiencing the town but they don’t question it
Sorry if this is cheesy (tbh both series have their cheesy moments despite being horror games) and that this came out so late. I’ve been busy lol
Content warning: death, blood, trauma, mention of cult stuff, monsters, the usual for resident evil and silent hill (what else do you expect lol)
You think you had once been excited to go to your dads old town
He was a stern man, one who had kept secrets from both you and your mom
Someone who had once guarded his past to his chest and mind
Never once cracking and spilling its contents despite the questions that you had once pestered him about
It felt nice at first that he was seemingly opening up
He’d always been distant with you
Never really showing you anything other than the basic necessity
But now he was seemingly opening up
Showing a part of himself to you
You opinion quickly changed though on the drive there
At some point in the drive your mom fell asleep while you listened to your Walkman
Eventually as you went to change tapes and there was no music blaring in your ears you heard the radio
For a solid minute it was static
Pure static that your father was listening to
But then you hear it morph
And in that static you begin to hear a voice more and more clearly
It’s male, a radio station host
The radio man was talking about a father who killed his wife and kids
What’s odd though is the man’s tone of voice and how much info he has on the murder
He talks about it in extreme detail that not even police would know about
In an intense silence your dad listened
Quietly you heard your dad mumble what seemed to be a sequence of numbers over and over again
In the distance of the dark night sky illuminated by the headlights is the sign
The place that would forever change you
Silent Hill
The gate to the place is closed off, chain link yet despite that your dad keeps driving
Plowing straight through it making your mom startle awake
There’s a heavy mist surrounding the car as he drives into the seemingly abandoned town
Mom is yelling at him asking what the fuck he was thinking
But all you can focus on is the crackle of the radio, it’s getting louder in your ears despite no one touching the dial
You reach to silence it
Yet as your finger barely grazed the knob the radio host stops his anti-government rant
“Don’t touch that dial now, we’re just getting started”
A shiver racks your spine
How did-
Before you can question anything else your moms scream echoes out in the car and you jolt back
Your dads attacking her
Instantly you move to help her but there’s only so much you can do against him before a deafening crack fills the car
The radio host cackles in a twisted tone
In a blind panic you throw open the car door and run
Your dad yells for you to “get your ass back in the car” and that “you must serve your purpose!”
It’s confusing and your mind is spinning
You run into the fog despite the fact you can’t see 3 feet in front of you
It stays like that for who knows how long until you finally find and unlocked shop
It’s abandoned as hell but you find momentary relief flood you as you sit down on dirty tiles and cry
You cry and cry till your eyes are red and you can’t cry anymore
Eventually you look around the old store, it seemed to be a laundromat
Hesitantly you get up, shivering from either the cold or silence you don’t know
But then you that silence is broken when on a laundry machine a small radio comes to life
A chilling static noise ringing as you hear something else in the nearby pitch black doorway
Immediately you hunch down to hide behind the machines
Peaking out to see something entering
Not someone
That wasn’t human
Tears line your eyes once more as your hand clasps over your mouth
Frantic eyes look for an escape but all options would lead it to noticing you
And then your eyes land on something
Close enough in range for you to grab is an old pipe
Long enough where you aren’t too close and study enough to hurt whatever that thing was
Your hand reaches as you hear its footsteps getting close
Fingertips digging into the cold metal and readying it
This was the beginning of your own personal hell
Like the radio host one said
“We’re just getting started”
You one day emerge out the fog of that old town that reeked of death
It was a cold night, but despite it you don’t shiver nor do your teeth chatter
Your mind is…hazy
The main events leading to you escaping are blurry but so is the rest of your mind
Thinking back to your escape are just flashes of disjoined pictures
It’s like their not properly developed pictures
There are clearly things and people there but their distorted blobs of colour that need more time to come together
You walk the lone and forgotten road
Still unpacking your mind but not panicked
In fact your more calm than anything as you walk for hour upon hours until you reach civilization again
Your not exactly sure what it had done to you
You had killed several monsters of nightmarish compression made up from the demons of your mind
Trauma taking a literal form in the shape of entities for you to bash with whatever weapon you could find
An axe now instead of that old pipe
Occasionally being gifted a few bullets to hopefully put down the demons that clawed at you
When it was finally over
The mist being lifted off this abandoned sleepy town
Radio going silent
Rusted blood of the other world chipping away as you finally found resolve
Something remained
A piece of that place
Silent hill staying with you even as you left it for good
Maybe it was a new trauma replacing the one it had helped (help in large quotations) you work through
But you knew it was different from that
You felt physically different
Sometimes when staring in a mirror you didn’t recognize yourself
Looking at the old Polaroids it felt as if someone else was staring back
Perhaps when you left silent hill a part of it went with you
A twisted souvenir or medal of honour as you think back to the days or weeks you spent traversing that place
Time there was warped and you didn’t know how long you’d actually spent in that realm
Minutes felt like hours
Days felt like years
There was only ever a grey sky with no indication of sunlight or night
Just an endless limbo filled with melancholy as you did your best to survive
the time before you entered that town felt blurred and fuzzy, as if you were trying to watch an old tape that was distorted
You think you preferred it that way though, it made everything easier to accept if you didn’t know when you had entered and when you had left
Didn’t know what you could never have anymore
Cause even if it had been a day that you were stuck there it felt as if the world had changed monumentally
Felt as if you were a foreign force or entity impeding on what used to be your home
If…you could even call it that anymore
Despite being 15 you feel older than you are
Weathered and given the forbidden knowledge of an entity of eldritch descent as it clung to you like a cancerous sore
You travel now even if you sometimes feel the call to return back to the only place that felt as if it would accept you
Upon highways and bridges you walk
Only taking rest in motels that you somehow always have the money for
Your dreams being filled with that town once more and it’s open arms of welcome if you wanted to return back to it
Though now in those dreams there are no more monsters to hurt you
Your just by your lonesome traversing the place you once loathed
It’s peaceful and quiet unlike the natural world
You don’t need or feel the urge to eat but you do so anyways out of a nostalgia of what it was like to be human
Cause at this point you know your not that anymore
You had entered human but left as something else
And for some reason you felt fine with that
Admittedly the previous night with Rebecca and Billy wasn’t the best of days
Certainly not your worst by a long run
But not quite good either
Neither is right now as you wander a second mansion infested with science experiments gone wrong that only a mother could love
Whilst Billy did the best decision and go off on his own you decided to go with Rebecca
That was now kinda biting you in the ass but what’s more annoying is that you got separated from her due to that giant asshole snake
Of all sentences you’d say it’s probably that one that’s the weirdest
To be honest this was…well laughably less scary
Horrifying still? Well yes, these were the reanimated corpses of people that were now trying to rip into your flesh
But you had dealt with worse
These creatures weren’t a personal attack on your psyche
They were lab experiments gone wrong and now set loose on this mansion as some sort of testing ground
There was no radio static as the rooms were transformed to that of a industrial hell realm
In its place was a now well lit and elegant manor with the groans and moans of these shambling creatures
Marble floors accented with splatters of blood
There’s no dirt and grime covered walls
Just pristine with the occasional gore
All things considered it’s a welcome upgrade
If you could call it that
At least there’s less of a risk of tetanus
…still a risk of possible rabies from those annoying dogs
But to be fair you don’t think either can affect you anymore on the fact that you’d be bitten several times in the last few hours and nothing has happened
No itching
Or sudden urge for flesh
Your unaffected and for once you thank whatever that that town did to you
Still doesn’t stop those rotting assholes from taking a chunk from your shoulder though
With a sigh you rummage around for a first aid spray and some bandages
Your axe is discarded to the ground, dripping blood onto the posh carpeting
For some reason supplies had been “conveniently” spread around this death trap
Whoever was behind this at least wanted it’s lab rats to have a small chance at survive for at least a few hours
(They certainly didn’t account for something like you to appear here, for better or worse)
With a small mumble of a curse you pull open a few drawers of the small room your in
Looking around frivolous expensive clutter that was stuffed into the drawers as all you come up with is some green herbs
It was better than nothing
Sighing you pick up the leaves, pressing them to the wound
It’ll help the wound for now, but not fully heal it like you had wanted
Picking back up your axe you go to exit the room
Only to fumble back a bit when the door opens
Chris Redfield
A man entered through the door, green military vest with a combat knife strapped in place and pistol held up
When his eyes connect with yours though he immediately puts the gun away
Fearlessness and determination in his eyes being extinguished momentarily to a soft and gentle kindness
There’s also a bit of relief of not being alone in this nightmare
Something you had wish you had once before
“Hey are you ok?” He knells down so he’s at a closer eye level. His movements are cautious, much like when dealing with a frightened animal.
“I think we both know the answer to that question”
He lets out a small chuckle, forced or not it seems to lighten some stress on your shoulders. “Fair point.” He says eyeing your wound before pulling out a first aid spray “mind telling me how you ended up here though?”
As he sprays your wound you explain as best you can
The train crash and monsters
Rebecca and you ending up here but separated
Leaving out any mention of Billy
Throughout it he nods, adding or asking input before pulling back and throwing away the empty can
When he’s done he helps you up gently
Treating you as if you were glass
His kindness is refreshing from the apathy and disgust usually directed at you
It makes whatever’s human left in you feel warm
you feel nice and not just a constant feeling of apathy
Following him out into the infected ridden halls he keeps you close
He doesn’t have any spare guns nor weapons so you just stick to your trust axe
Luckily he doesn’t question it much to your relief
Just accepting it as it is and focusing on the bigger picture
Whilst following him he makes sure you stay close behind him
A protective hand outstretched to keep you far enough away incase something pops out but close enough where he can still somewhat ensure your there
Through the exploration and odd twists in the hallways he tries to keep a lighthearted conversation
Whether it’s to distract you or himself is up to debate but you humour him
He asks about your parents but you keep it vague where he gets the sense you’d rather not talk about it
So instead he shifts the topic onto his own
Apparently he had a younger sister named Claire, in his words she was a “stubborn pain in the ass but I wouldn’t have it any other way “
Soon enough she’d be heading to university
And throughout the entire process he’d be there for her every step of the way if she needed him
They only had each other now
So it was his responsibility to fill the now vacant roles of their parents
In every sense of the word Chris is a protector
Someone who goes out of their way to shield others from harm no matter the cost
Even though you have a weapon he still insists on taking down the zombies
Saying that you should only get involved if completely necessary
“Your a kid, you shouldn’t have to the one fighting here”
Those words end up repeating in your head
For so long you’d felt as if you were an adult
You’d forgotten you were a kid
A once innocent 15 year old that was now seemingly stuck forever like this in some sort of psychical and metal limbo
He sees a sad look in your eyes and goes to ask but you beat him to it
“Thanks…as silly as it seems I forgot that”
A part of him cracks at that
The familiar feeling of having to grow up too quickly after his parents deaths
It seems as is this and the past night was rough for you
Plus perhaps whatever is happening with your parental situation since you don’t seem to want to talk about it
He’d pry later but for now he focuses on this mansion
On getting you home safe
With your shared teamwork you both find Rebecca hunched over a injured Richard after a whole shit ton of puzzles
The puzzles you once went through were bullshit but these once’s were plain irritating
Who builds an elaborate mansion with this many puzzles?
You weren’t even halfway through the house and you’d already spent a decent amount of time backtracking and trying to find keys
“The giant bastard get you?” You knell down beside Richard who chokes back a cough. Rebecca holds his hand, he squeezes it.
“Y-yeah” it comes out as a garbled wheeze.
“Giant bastard?” Chris asks confused, he turns to Rebecca for a clearer answer.
“Richard and us was chased by a giant snake throughout the mansion. Richard got bitten though after they got separated from us” the mention of the reptile makes Richard flinch.
With that and a bit more added on you and Chris go to find the antidote even though he persisted that you could stay with the two
He may be determinedly stubborn but your persistently patient to get your way
Something that seemed to remind him a bit of Claire
Going through the dead infested halls to get the vaccine isn’t much of a hassle
Not when time is of the essence and there was no place for being extremely cautious
Richard needed that serum
you and Chris were gonna get it to him no matter how many dead you had to get through
Though your time with the orange vested man was brief compared to Rebecca he was exceedingly kind
He promised you much like Chris you’d get home
While trying to avoid the scalely bastard that did this to him he cracked jokes to try and lighten the mood
Like Rebecca he fussed over the smallest of wounds on you and insisted on using the spare supplies of herbs on you
In every regard Richard was a good man
Someone like everyone else who didn’t deserve to be in this mansion
Someone who didn’t deserve to die
He had Bridgette his fiancé whom he spoke foundry about to get back home to
had people who were waiting on him unlike you
Entering the “safe room” as you liked to call it you scrounged through medicinal bottles
Looking and looking until finding it as you hear Chris’s gunshots nearby
He let you run ahead while he dealt with the riffraff
You grabs the serum, pocketing a spare just in case before you run out and meet back up with Chris who dealt with the last of the zombies
“Got it?” He asks stepping over the dead again corpse that was riddled with lead.
“I grabbed a spare as well” you hold up the two bottles, allowing Chris to take one while you hold onto the other.
“Good thinking” without thinking he ruffles your hair as an appreciatory gesture. For a moment he thinks he fucks up since you go still, but when looking at you he sees happiness. “Let’s hope we won’t have to use it though”
Getting back to Richard and Rebecca isn’t too much of a hassle
You and Chris release your breath when making it back with enough time for him to be sufficiently healed
He was alright
He would be ok
He’d make it back home
For once you were able to save someone
Your mothers dead face flashes in your mind now more clear than it was once before
But why couldn’t you had saved her?
Why were you too weak to stop him?
Why did you freeze when that crack echoed out or try to stab him with something
Why-
Your shaken from your thoughts when Richard places a hand on your shoulder making you jump lightly
“Hey I’m alright…no need for tears”
With some confusion you swipe a finger over your cheek and you feel the distinct wetness of tears
For many a times you’d had tears bubble up in your eyes but until now they’d never fallen
Always on the edge of your eyelids but eventually retreating back away
But now the damn had cracked allowing the waterworks to flow
For some reason it feels nice to cry
With a small sniffle you nod
You and Chris must continue on
The two of you help Rebecca move the now unconscious Richard down to the med storage room you found the vaccine in
Chris fiddles a bit with Richards Radio as the new area of the mansion becomes more and more accessible
Every now and then your gaze drifts done to it
Expecting that hellish static to come blaring to life once again
For the monsters formed of your mind to tear through the walls
The world being town away for red tinged rust to replace it all
But it doesn’t
Your still in the mansion of different horrors
Now less personal
“Do you want the radio?, you could try to get it working but- ” he suddenly says holding it out to you, seeing the device get closer you flinch back.
“no!..uh sorry I just have bad memories associated with radios.” As you say this the memories crackle in your head.
He quirks a brow at that but nods
Pocketing it away for now to fiddle with later
You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding when it was put away
Out of sight and out of mind
He seems to have noticed that
“I know you don’t know me too well but, tell me if something is bothering you. We’re already in a bad place, I don’t want to make you feel worse”
“I…it’s stupid though-“
“No it’s not. I don’t know whatever happened for you to dislike it but it makes you uncomfortable. You shouldn’t have to invalidate your pain like that”
For a moment your silent
“Besides, even if you didn’t have a reason behind it we all have irrational fears.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah!. Like I have a fear of werwolves”
“Really?”
“Yeah…might have once watched American werewolf in London as a kid and it stayed with me since” he admits with a bit of embarrassment
You giggle a bit at that
He pauses for a moment to listen to the sound and absorb seeing your face
This is the first time he’d seen you smile
Not like he can blame you for not
It’s still nice to see though
Especially since he gets the feeling you don’t do it often
In his mind it’s a real shame
Your a good kid
Fighting the damn snake was hard but rewarding
Slashing your axe down at the monster that had hurt both you but also Richard, Rebecca and now Chris
It’s hissing cries of pain
Blood staining your already red covered clothes
Something like this wasn’t uncommon to you
You had to fight a few stronger and bigger monsters in silent hill
But now it was at least something unoriginal and not an eldritch beast
With a sigh you feel the poison from its fangs that bit into you several times wash away
Your body was already at work doing whatever it did to slowly heal you
Chris meanwhile was going through the effort of looting the rest of the room
Getting spare ammo and herbs
Along with a mask
You didn’t like the look of the object, it was cult like
…you didn’t exactly like cults
But for now it was best to suck it up especially since it was likely for yet another unnecessary puzzle
Chris lingers by the door and you get off the dead snakes body
Not before giving it one last good kick to the head for an extra fuck you
Exiting the room you see Chris stumble slightly on the way down the stairs
Immediately you go to help him
“Did it bite you?”
“Y-yeah..,think it got me. Administer it to yourself first, you got bitt as well”
Before you can give a response he falls
Almost clattering to the floor if not for your support as you helped him slump against the wall
You pull out the serum, calling out for Rebecca
Distantly you hear hurried footsteps
Your breath goes ragged, you didn’t have a needle to administer the antidote
He could die
And you couldn’t do anything to stop it
Why?
Why does this keep happening to you?
What did you do to have the people you care for die with nothing you can do?!
Rebecca rushes in, eyes widening at the sight of the slumped over Chris and the look in your eyes
It’s just pure grief
Even after she administers it and he begins to stir your still stricken with that look
Her words are not responded to
Your mind is distant
Admittedly she didn’t know much about whatever had happened to you even before the mansion
But she does know your a deeply scarred kid
Someone who had seen horrors before the leach infested train, the first mansion and now a second one
But another thing she knows is that something happened to you that made you…different
You spoke broadly of it
A place where’re you entered and came out not the same
On the train she once tried to bandage your wounds with Billy after a Rebar had impaled you in the side when the train crashed
A wound like that with only a few spare herbs and a can of first aid spray should have resulted in death
But despite that you healed
The wound slowly going away until there was now nothing in its wake
Both eventually accepted it as something no one will have an answer to
Still she insisted you use the herbs to help with the process
Billy did as well, making you promise to look after yourself before leaving
Gently she tries to wake you up from the daze of your mind
Eventually it works but you still keep a look of worry in your eyes as you glance at Chris who begins to properly awaken
Chris noticed after this that your relatively more distant than you were before
Your more silent than before
Just give short responses as you avoid looking at him as if your eyes would scorch him
When he does see your eyes though he sees fear
Not towards him per say but more so at what could happen to him
That getting closer would lead to more harm if he got hurt once more
It’s touching in some sense but worrying
Really worrying
He remembers that same mindset when his parents died and he had to be the main caregiver for Claire
For a long while he almost feel into that thought but had caught himself
It wasn’t healthy
But he can’t just up and tell you to stop because that likely won’t fix anything
So for now he does his best
Entering out the mansion into its garden
An old beaten path leading the way as cicadas chirp off in the brush
The sounds of nature filling the area along with
Gravel being crunched under both yours and his boots
Just as you both walk downhill the radio he’d almost forgotten he had crackles on
Immediately his hand goes to it
The words are chopped up but he’s able to make out a warning
“Stay out the woods outside the mansion”
He casts a glance back to the looming building and then at you
You look at the radio once more and he puts it away
After a second you snap out of it and linger behind him once more
Axe hugged to your chest
Both stained with blood and gore
He’d maybe have to try and find something for you to change into
A cold breeze goes by
Maybe a coat as well if it keeps to this temperature
Speaking of which
“Are you cold?.” He asks looking at the statues of two Cerberus. From the looks of them their in the wrong directions. Knowing this place there would be two levers or something to put them in place…which makes him think of those two weather vanes
You shake your head no despite it being untrue. You were always cold, a chilling temperature always racking your body as if you were one of the corpses littering this place. “I’m fine”
He nods but doesn’t seem to believe your words
You both go back uphill to the weather vanes and press down secret buttons to stop them in certain directions
Distantly you hear the moving of stone
After some pressing there’s a click that emanates and the gates being seemingly opened
The two of you head deeper into the madness
Through the cabin madness and groaning screams you carry on
A creature much more akin to that of silent hill
Several faces stitched together as a mask on its face
Cuffed hands that are elongated to a unnatural extent
Groaning screams that sounded more human-like than that of the zombies you cut down
For the first time tonight your happy to enter back into the mansion of all things
At least Chris gave you a magnum in all this mess
One that would be saved for better occasions than shooting down giant spiders and weird giant reptiles
Surprise surprise this place had a lab as its basement, absolutely wonderful
At least there wasn’t a cult involved or else your bingo chart would be full by now
Crates splash in a small pool of water and bob under Chris’s footsteps
He goes across first
They shift a bit and he jumps to the solid ground across
You go to step on the first crate
He holds his hand out for you and with a little hesitance you grab it
Your not sure of the last time you’d been given affection like this
It feels nice though
You feel…safe and not alone anymore
“Your really cold. You should have told me”
“I…I’m always cold”
He nods with a bit of confusion but puts his questions away for later
You cross the gap but he still holds your hand
The warmth of his gentle touch is absorbed by your eternal cold
But then he pulls away
A part of you feels saddened but you accept it
But then he slips something over your hands
His gloves are a bit big on you but he adjusts them
Military grade material fitting snugly around your hands that have a forever bitter cold
“I know their fingerless but hopefully that helps a bit.”
You feel to stunned to say anything so you default back to a nod and grab his hand once again
You give a gentle squeeze as a thank you
With a small smile he repeats the action back
“I know your scared of me getting hurt, but have some hope in me. We’ve come this far, and anything that they throw at us is going down”
Like before you nod again
Cold water soaks you up to your armpits as Richard grasps the metal fencing of this aquatic tank area
The water is deep and murky
Filled with an unknown force that makes its presence known to your mind
Something lurks in these waters
Hungry…no, STARVED
Is the best way to describe the creeping feeling
The waters shifts, it’s coming
“Chris get back!”
Before Richard can do it your pull Chris back as that oncoming threat surfaced
A giant shark, one that narrowly misses Chris as it bites at the metal before going back into the depths
Waiting for the next time to strike
To finally feast once more
“Shit go!” It comes out as a panicked cry, his blood soaked and bandages arm pointing to the door you and Chris entered through.
“We’ll deal with it!. Get to safety Richard!”
“Are you?-“
“Go! Your still injured! Don’t throw your life away, you have someone waiting for you back home!” He flinches a bit that, clear hesitation to leave on his mind before he begrudgingly does so.
Exiting he shoots one last look over his shoulder at the two of you
Chris already leading the way as quick as he can through the water with you behind
Smaller sharks trying to get a nip at you but deterred by a few swings of your axe
The bigger one though lurks, waiting
Cold and calculating dead eyes
Much like your own in some sense
Heading through double doors you give a sigh of relief
You’d preferred not to be fish food
Soaking wet you descended down a ladder with Chris not far behind
He needed a second to ensure the herbs were still ok
To his luck they were
“I think you might’ve saved Richard back there”
“What do you mean?”
“Well…” he momentarily pauses thinking of the right words “Richard has a habit of…self sacrifice. It has something to do with his sister dying, I’m not sure of the specifics but he’s felt guilty that he could’ve done more to save her…so he tends to do reckless stuff to save others. Him pushing me out the way would have probably killed him, put him in my place instead.”
That….that can’t be?
You’ve never been able to save someone
Not your mother was she gasped out for help against your father
Not any of the others lost in silent hill, succumbing to the monsters of their own minds
Not yourself from what that place did to you
You couldn’t have…could you?
Had you finally saved someone?
After all this time of thinking you were incapable of helping others you had done it
Now thinking back you had saved him before with the help of Chris…you also saved Chris
Maybe you just didn’t realize it until someone else saying it
Your chest feels warm despite the now cold dripping clothes
Without thinking you hug Chris, he’s a bit surprised buts hugs back
He has a feeling your crying but says nothing except that “it’s alright, you saved him”
It makes you cry harder but in a good way
In the sense that he gets you’d been needing to hear those words for a long time
And now they finally entered your ears
“I don’t think I’ll ever look at plants the same way” it comes out as a grumble as Chris applies a mixture of green and red herb solution to his wounds. Those vines were much more sharp than they appeared…this would definitely bruise later on.
“At least salads will be more appealing now” that comments gets a chuckle from him and a “yeah, that’s for sure” as the sound of Rebecca leaving to find Richard echoes down creaky wooden halls.
The last few hours had felt like days and at this point you were wondering if this place was some sort of other reality like Silent hill
It would explain the seemingly dragging passage of time as the mansion got more and more confusing
But you knew at heart this place was just a normal mansion
…er well maybe not normal but it was still a standard building
Not a different plane of reality
You think you’d be able to detect that somehow
With a swat of your hand you kill a nearby stray mutant bee that hand died
With a groan you wipe away the aftermath on your already disgusting and stained shirt
Your gonna definitely burn your clothes after all of this. Not only for sanitary reasons but also cause if possible spreading of the infection
It was better not to risk anything
Especially since no amount of bleach would be able to wash this shit off
Your on guard when a nearby door opens
As is Chris who pushes you behind him
But then someone exits through in similar clothes to Chris
“Wesker!” Relief visibly floods Chris but your still a bit on guard. The sunglasses wearing blond feels odd to you, his eyes stare at you through his sunglasses but you know the look he’s giving you. It’s something akin to a predator looking at prey.
“Chris” after saying this his gaze focusses down on you “and who’s this?”. You stay beside Chris, clutching his hand tightly as he stays relatively oblivious. Despite asking who you were you get the feeling he already knows.
Chris looks down at you with a small smile, “their a survivor of the train bravo was sent to investigate, they came here with Rebecca.”. Wesker nods, a grin akin to that of a wolf in sheep’s clothing appearing. He was definitely bad news
The snake showed up again apparently not actually dead much to your annoyance
And with its arrival came weird reptilian monsters that almost killed Rebecca and Richard
Great…absolutely stunning
What’s even more “great” is that your now with Chris in a dingy mine area
One with guess what? Another lab!
This time without sharks
You swear to whatever god is out there that if Mr.”I wear my sunglasses at night” is behind this then your giving him a good and hardy hello from your axe
With a groan you step I’ve r the corpse of some weird new insect monster
It’s splattered guts from Chris’s shotgun now decorating the already dingy walls
How fitting
It twitches despite being dead giving some friendly flashbacks to silent hill once more
This place was still better than there but only by a small margin
One that had begun shrinking as the night went onwards and this place really began to get on your nerves
Even Chris seemed done by this point
Wanting desperately for the night to come to a close
“What do you want to do the minute we get out of here?”
“I’m gonna have the hottest longest bath and then have fast food”
“Sounds like a good plan.”
“I’m not sharing my food, not even with you”
He chuckles a bit at that, it’s tired but still happy
“Fair”
Chris looks around the room once more for items you turn to look at the secret hidden camera
You can’t see where exactly it is but you know when your staring in its direction
Your eyes glare up at it
Unbeknownst to you the man watching sees misty white eyes through the lens of the screen
And then the feed cuts out with a glitch
Your in-between both Rebecca and Chris as the three of you go down an elevator
It creaks occasionally making both Rebecca and Chris tighten their hold a bit
It’s…nice
You feel cared for
Even though Rebecca knows you seemingly can’t die she still worried
And Chris does as well but believing your still mortal
Your axe is stored away along with the magnum but despite that your safe
Your nerves that would have never allowed that before are now tucked away in the deepest depths of your mind
For now your safe with them
It only goes away though once the elevator stops and opens
A dingy green lit hallways of tiles leading the pathway do you feel that urge
Steam escapes from nearby pipes giving a misty look
It makes you squeeze their hands
They squeeze back before Rebecca lets go
Chris tightens his grip while leading to a door
You pull out your axe
The door goes up, mechanical sounds releasing as it does so
There in this room is a lab, one with odd human-like entities in test tubes
A beating heart exposed fork their chests
Just like the one you and Rebecca fought the day prior
It beats gently as Wesker types away at a nearby computer
Back turned to everyone
Distantly on the monitor you see camera footage
The others are in real time but one screen focuses in on you
White eyes staring directly up towards the screen
Intensity that spoke volumes
What looked to be small wisps of fog escaping your lips
So you were right about feeling watched this whole time
And the culprit seems to have a knowing smile on his face once turning around to see your narrowed eyes
“Wesker!” It’s said in a tone of disbelief . You can’t blame Chris, this was his captain, the man who was in charge of the team he now used as lab rats.
“So you’ve come” he pauses for a moment, continuing to type of his keyboard “Chris you make me proud. But of course you are one of my men.”
“Thanks” it comes out as a scoff as you tighter the hold on your axe
Wesker pulls out his gun, pointing it at you all. “Since when Wesker” Chris hides his anger but you feel it radiating from him.
“I’m afraid I don’t know what your talking about”
“You’ve been with umbrella from the beginning haven’t you?”
“Correct” he moves closer, holding the gun up towards Chris “S.T.A.R.S were umbrellas— no, rather, my little piggies. The tyrant virus leaked polluting this whole place. And unfortunately I had to give up my lovely members of S.T.A.R.S. In the process though I’ve seemed to have found something more valuable” his gaze goes down to you
Chris pulls you to hide more behind him, an accusatory finger pointed at Wesker as he says in pure anger “you killed them with your own dirty hands! You son of a Bitch!”
“No…”
“Oh yes dear” he says it in a mocking tone before adding “just like this” as he turns his gun. Everything feels as if it’s going in slow motion, he points it at Rebecca who’s only a foot or two away from you. Without thinking you move, body shielding her own from the gunshot.
Burning pain echoes through your chest as Rebecca catches you
Chris yells but it’s stopped once more by Weskers cool and calm voice
Fuck this hurt
It hurt like absolute hell
Like that rebar that was impailed in your side
But then like usual the blood stops pouring out the wound
And your able to get up with the help of Rebecca who holds you
Chris looks at you with a mix of shock, confusion and relief
“How?-“
“That’s what I intended to find out as well.”
“Long story Chris…should probably focus on the crazy asshole”
A few moments after this with a click of a button the creature in one of the tubes is released
Heart pulsating even more as the water drains
It’s face that only a mother could love coming to life
“The ultimate life-form— Tyrant”
Staring at the monstrosity Chris laughs
“Wesker you’ve become senile”
“Chris, you’ll never understand. It’s magnificent” while saying this he raises his arms, looking up at the “glory” of his creation
“Sure…definitely magnificent” you cough out to Rebecca who still holds you. Sarcasm dripping from your voice like the splatters of your blood on the ground
Suddenly the tyrant moves
The glass of its tube breaks and it’s giant claw arm shoots through Wesker as if he were butter
He lets out a dying gasp as his blood falls to the ground
Then he’s Thrown away, discard by his ultimate being as it focuses its attention on Chris
With a groan you pull out the magnum, there were a good amount of bullets from you stocking up and waiting for a moment like this
So despite the pain your in you begin shooting
The knock back making you cough up more blood and pain spreads through your chest
Rebecca urged you to stop but you tell her to go find Richard and whoever else is left alive
You had a feeling this place would end up destroyed soon
Chris keeps shooting it down with his shotgun as you load magnum loads into its chest
Specifically aiming at it’s still beating heart that you desperately wanted to ripe out
God just die already
You aim and shoot once again in time with Chris at its chest
It falls down onto its knees and then face first on the floor
Faintly though you still hear it’s heart
But for now it seems incapacitated
With a sigh you shakily get up, Chris adding your side and helping you walk correctly
Your still healing and the exhaustion from tonight isn’t helping speed up the process
“Are you alright? Your wound it-“
“Less talking and more walking. Like I said, I’ll explain later”
He nods, helping you through the door and onto the elevator
“We should probably blow this place up”
“Why’s that?”
“This place is contaminated. They probably have more of the virus Wesker was talking about. If this got out to the public…then”
“Got it. The show must go on”
It seems the act is coming to a close
All that’s left is the finally
The self destruction message rings out in a woman’s voice on the PA system
Rebecca and Richard went to set it off
But now all that’s left was to get out of here and find someone named Jill
It wasn’t too much looking
It was pretty unsurprising this place had essentially a jail cell attached to it
The brunette looks a bit frazzled to see Chris but embraces him in a hug as the ringing of the PA continue
She tries to say something about Wesker but Chris replies that he knows
His tone is filled with betrayal and a bit of sadness
She nods, turning to the door to see you peeking in
“Who-“
“No time, this place is gonna blow any minute. Questions later”
She nods
Chris sets off some flairs as You, Jill, Richard, Rebecca and him wait with baited breath
Daylight is beginning to peak out from over the horizon
Day is near
The nightmare is almost over
….keyword almost
The tyrant didn’t die
And looks mighty angry for more lead to be pumped into its body
It knocks Jill aside and heads for Rebecca
Neither you, Chris nor Richard will let that happen though
There aren’t many magnum bullets left, the monster is a sponge for them
But nether the less you kept shooting
Keep persevering
Keep surviving
In the distance you hear the loud sound of a helicopter
Help was here
“Chris! Use it! Kill it! whatever it is!” The man in the Helicopter hovering above yells as a rocket launcher clatters to the ground
Chris nor Richard can go for it as the tyrant is in his way
But you can
You dive towards the weapon picking it up
It’s heavy but you don’t give up
“Chris!”
He looks to you
With as much might as you can you slide the weapon towards him with a a mighty kick
All the power left in you being used to get it over to him
Richard distracts it long enough for him to pick up
And then
Bam
The monster explodes into several chunks of flesh and fire
Blood splattering on you as the helicopter lands not long afterwards
Rebecca and Chris help you on
Jill and Richard follow in afterwards
It’s over
In the end you rest against both Jill and Chris
The two adults giving you their own types of comfort
in the case of Chris it’s him gently holding your hand, rubbing circles with his thumb as a reminder that he’s there
That your not alone in this
With Jill it’s promising you that your somewhere safe
That you can stay with her for security if you so need it since Chris has a plan of hunting down umbrella
Though you had just met her,Jill gives you a sense of comfort you had longed for
In your mind you consider the offer. For so long you’d been alone, drifting from place to place without aim
You had made it out that mist covered town but your parents weren’t so lucky
But perhaps that was for the best when their sins were brought to light
As of now though you just think over the offer
For now the nightmare was over
You had the feeling though that a new one would eventually take its place
Life has a funny way of doing that to you
But right now…there was a moment of calm you basked in
“So…I’d said I’d explain what happened to me”
“You don’t have to right now”
“Aren’t you tired?”
“I’m fine. Fine enough to start explaining anyways.” For a moment you think of how to start telling them all. It’s hard to explain let alone believe…but after tonight you’re willing to bet they would take your word.
“In my restless dreams I still see that town…silent hill”
#platonic#resident evil x reader#rebecca chambers x reader#jill valentine x reader#chris redfield x reader#resident evil#silent hill#crossover#me combing my favourite game series with another I’ve been getting into as of late#like resident evil is my fav games of all time#castlevania is a very close second.#speaking of castlevania I might have something in store for it sometime if people are interested#but that’s for a later time
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ectoberhaunt day 10: occultism @ectoberhaunt
mccultism
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cw: death but it's funny
*THIS IS CRACK. like i lost braincells writing this. enjoy.
it's just an innocent summoning ritual.
Sam pulled up in front of Danny’s place, honking her horn twice to let them know she’d arrived. He and Tucker, with Cujo swaddled under Danny’s arm, emerged from the front door, and rushed down to the street.
With her sunglasses lowered, Sam rolled down the window so her friends could hear her. “Get in the car bitches. We’re going culting.”
Danny scoffed at her poor joke and climbed into the front seat, Cujo on his lap, with Tucker sliding into the back.
“Hey!” Sam protested. “Cujo goes in the back - I don’t want him jumping on the steering wheel.”
“That was one time! And I made us intangible before we hit the grocery store!” Regardless, he tossed Cujo towards Tucker, who yelped as the pup assaulted him with slobbery licks.
Turning his attention back to Sam, Danny lowered his voice. “Do you have the goods?”
Sam wiggled her eyebrows and motioned towards the empty seat in the rear. On it sat multiple fast food bags stained with grease.
“Where’s my milkshake?” Tucker complained.
“Ice cream machine was broken.”
Tucker growled in dissatisfaction.
Sam began driving the familiar route towards the Nasty Burger, Danny raising his eyebrows in confusion.
“What are we doing here? We already have the food.”
“Alright! I can get my milkshake!” Tucker yelled from the backseat.
“We’re picking up Valerie from work,” Sam answered, then turned to Tucker, “and you stay in the car. We’re not staying long.”
Pouting, Tucker closed the car door and replaced his seatbelt.
The other passenger door opened and Valerie appeared. She scooched the fast food towards the middle and slid in.
“Hey guys,” she greeted. “Thanks for picking me up, Sam.”
“Any time, although I’m surprised you wanted to come.”
Valerie shrugged. “Nothing better to do, honestly.”
“Fair enough.”
Cujo jumped into Valerie’s lap excitedly, Danny watching through the rearview. He blushed when their eyes met in the mirror and quickly looked away. If anyone else in the car noticed, they didn’t say anything. They were good friends like that.
The drive was fairly long - the spot was a good forty-five minutes out of town. Sam passed the aux cord to Valerie, to Danny’s displeasure (he’d been banned from dj-ing road trips). The car was alive with chatter between the four friends, making the drive fly by.
They eventually pulled up to an empty park. It’d been abandoned by the nearby town after a fire had ravaged it, and the town didn’t have the money to rebuild. It had since become a spot for hookups or drug deals, or in this case, a summoning ritual.
The four headed towards a dilapidated bridge that hung over a dried creek. Walking under it, there was an entrance in the walls to an underground cave system. Danny transformed and went first to scope it out, making sure it was safe for the others. Upon returning he phased his friends down one at a time so as to avoid the dangerous descent.
While Danny could see just fine, the others were lost in the total darkness. Tucker fumbled around until he found his friend’s arm, then broke it in half with a loud crack.
“YOW! What the fuck Tucker?” he yelled, a bright green glow simultaneously radiating from the wound and promptly lighting the cave.
“Chill, you’ll heal in like two minutes. We need light.”
Danny grunted. “It still hurts,” he grumbled.
Ignoring the boys, Sam set down her backpack and began pulling out chalk and candles.
“Light these,” she ordered Valerie, who was currently trying her best to wrangle Cujo in her arms, handing her a box of matches. She passed the dog off to Tucker and started on her task. Meanwhile, Sam used the chalk to draw a near perfect circle complete with a large “M” in the middle.
Danny sat sulking in the corner, rubbing his broken arm. Cujo leapt out of Tucker’s grasp and bounced over to his beloved ghost boy, excited by the sight of the bone sticking out of Danny’s arm.
“ Don’t bite that oOowowwWWw!!!! ”
Tucker shrugged and started helping with placing the candles. Each point where the “M” touched the circle was decorated with 1-2 candles and a variety of french fries, nuggets, and cheeseburgers.
“Tucker! Don’t eat those!” Sam yelled at the boy, who had several fries sticking out from his mouth.
“I’m hungry. Can’t be doing cult shit on an empty stomach.”
“You’re always hungry.”
Tucker glared and swiped a nuggie.
“Danny! Get over here. We’re about to start,” Sam yelled across the cave. Cujo let out a yarf! at her voice and bounded over, jumping up excitedly at her legs. At her look of disgust, Valerie reclaimed the pup in her grasp.
“One sec- I just gotta- OOF! There we go.” Danny had successfully repositioned the bone, skin immediately regenerating and healing the wound, and rejoined the group. He examined the summoning circle before them.
“Looks good. Just one last thing.”
Danny took Cujo from Valerie’s arms and placed him in the middle of the circle.
“Danny!! What-”
Cujo lifted his leg.
Danny clapped his hands together. “Now it’s ready.”
They sat around the circle in a seated position, hands joined. Sam had an open book in front of her, and began rehearsing the lines.
Magic forces
Yellow and red
We reach out to you
Beyond the dead
We call upon you
Ronaldus McDonaldai
To hear our voices
And cross the divide
Your loyal followers
McCultists for life
Summon you now
With our lasting cry!
At this point, all four voices came together.
Ronaldus McDonaldai, Ronaldus McDonaldai, RONALDUS MCDONALDAI!
With the final cry, their voices echoed around the chamber.
And nothing happened.
The four all exchanged looks. “Did we…do something wrong?” Valerie questioned.
“I followed the instructions so carefully!” Sam whined, then glared at Tucker. “Maybe it’s because someone-”
A giant WHOOSH cut Sam off, as green fire and the smell of burning fast food engulfed the cave.
The group screamed.
In the middle of the circle was a friendly looking clown in red and yellow garb. He blinked once, then twice, taking in his surroundings.
Sam leapt up and bowed. “Oh Great One. Thank you for answering our call. We are the McCultists. Please bless us with your wisdom.”
The remaining teens echoed Sam. “Please bless us with your wisdom,” they repeated in unison.
The clown stared straight ahead. “Burgir.”
Sam cocked her head in confusion. “Burgir?”
“Magdonal. Burgir,” the clown recited.
Sam looked at her circle of friends, eyes wide. They all had blank expressions on their faces, also unsure of what to make of their idol’s words.
“Great Ronaldus McDonaldai. We do not understand. What do you need of us?” she tried again.
The clown’s eyes narrowed and his mouth scrunched into a scowl.
“Burgir.”
“We don’t-”
“Burgir,” he repeated, and began violently shaking. “Burgir. Burgir. Burgir .”
The clown’s scalp split like a caterpillar in metamorphosis. The outer layer of the being peeled away slowly, revealing a featureless black body, only a mouth visible. Its limbs were disproportionately long, its lengthy fingers resulting in the hands to resemble forks.
“B̶̔͊ͅͅu̷̧̐͐̈́̍͛r̴̗̅̕ģ̶̟͍̓̈ì̴̡̧̮̥̞͍r̵̡̞̟̗̒̌.” it hissed, then lunged at the teens.
They all screamed, and ran off in separate directions. All except for Cujo, who ran right up to the demon, wagging his tail. The demon grunted, picking up the dog and placing him on its shoulders, then ran after the teens.
It caught Tucker first - clearly upset that the boy had eaten part of the offerings. The demon unhinged its jaw, mouth growing to the size of its body, and swallowed Tucker whole. The same fate was met for Valerie and Danny, who despite their best efforts and combined supernatural powers, could not destroy the demon.
Sam had just made it to the crawl space that led to the exit. She’d squeezed most of her body into the crevice when she felt something grab at her ankle. She screamed as the demon pulled her out, the dirt scratching at her body as she slid.
The demon dangled her in front of its face, analyzing the being responsible for its awakening.
“Please,” she pleaded. “What have we done to upset you, my Lord?”
“B̷̢̨͍̣̘̤̝͎͓̠͓͔̰͇͚͎̫̭͓̝͓̰̈́̑̒̒̎̋͌̑͂͗̋̎̾̐͛̍́́̒͂̀͋̾̈́͘͘̕͝͝͝͝͝ǔ̷̧̝̦̫̳̥̮̖̱̙͓̠̪̖͓̱̗̟̳͉̠̦̰̝́̃̄̎̎̋͘͜͜ͅr̷̨̳̙̦̟̭̘͂̆̑̊̊͑̃̉̅͐͌̈̃̀͆̽͘g̸̨̯̣̞̤͚͍͍̘͓͙̮̰̾̌̀̀͜ĩ̵̡̛̛̦͚͍̩̠̦̥̲̖̪̤̯͇̍̈́̾̒̅̔͋́̾̌̇̀̋̊̚͝ȑ̶̢̧̨̩̳̜̹͚͇̭͎͙̠͙͔͇͙͙̪̈́̐̓͐̂̋̓̈́͗͜͝,” it said, then swallowed her whole.
“M̶̙̈́̊m̸̧̀̊m̶̧͚̖͆͆.̸̣̾ ̵̨̱̺́B̴̻̼̑͒̈͜é̸ͅe̷͈͗͛̓f̴̝̱̈́̍ͅy̴̺̕̕.”
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Sam rubbed her eyes, groaning at the hard surface she’d found herself on. She slowly opened them to see her friends all in the same state of confusion.
“Where are we?” she asked, looking around.
“Hi! Welcome to Maccers Prison. How can I help you?” a cheery voice appeared.
In front of the group floated a ghost in a black visor and apron with a yellow and red insignia threaded into the fabric.
“Prison?” Valerie questioned.
“Maccers?” Danny echoed.
A ruckus from behind startled the teens, and they turned towards the commotion. A rabid miniature poodle in a fedora was running around with nuggies flying from their grasp as a blob ghost chased them, screaming for them to release the nuggies. In the corner, a woman laughed maniacally as she typed away on her computer, while a small group around her begged through tears for her to stop, something about her Torturing the Boy. Across the room a pirate was sparring with another dog-like creature, characterized by an exceptionally blocky appearance.
“Is this…Hell?” Tucker asked.
The ghost that had greeted them brought their fingers to their mouth and let out a loud whistle that caught the attention of the other inmates. Their heads all snapped up.
“Hey! We’ve got some fresh beef over here. Care to give them their orientation?”
The collection of beings simultaneously grinned, and moved in on the newcomers.
“Maccers. Maccers. Maccers. Maccers. Maccers. Maccers,” they chanted.
The teens scrambled up and looked for an exit, any way out. There was no door to be seen. Cornered, Sam pounded on the walls, hoping that by some miracle there was someone on the other side who could save them. Danny attempted to wail, but instead of his deadly cry, he made a sound like that of a squeaky toy.
Their screams for help slowly dissipated as they became unwilling members of the Maccers Jail for eternity.
**playlist credit to @hannahmanderr & @duchi-nesten
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I’m only on episode 3 of the fallout tv show, but so far none of the inconsistencies from the games that people have bitched about have made sense to be bitched about.
Spoilers obvi.
Why is Cooper/The Ghoul ‘impossible to kill’? Bro uses V.A.T.S. in combat to get his shots. Plus Lucy at this point in time uses a tranq gun and Maximus is a terrible shot. Cooper’s got 290+ years on them! He’s figured out the game!
The hand jets? Did y’all forget The Brotherhood of Steel ALSO invents shit? They don’t just hoard technology they believe is dangerous? Again. It’s been 290+ years since the bombs dropped. After trial and error, they most likely found a way to mod the T-60s to allow hand jets OR jet packs if wanted. Plus Knight Titus, the asshole he was was definitely the type of asshole to think he’s cool enough for hand jets.
Dogmeat being a girl? Get the fuck over yourselves. She’s a fucking dog. Also do you know why most trained stunt dogs are female? It’s because no one wants to look at dog dick in 4K if they’re hired! Plus something about female dogs being easier to train due to their temperaments.
‘But- but the Enclave was destroyed-‘ they were mostly destroyed! The remnants that survived what happened in Fallout 3 -get this- scattered. Some went to the Mojave which we found out in New Vegas which later found their way to the NCR which we jump to in the tv show, some were found in the Commonwealth thanks to DLC for Fallout 4. They weren’t where they were during the events of Fallout 3. Far from it! But because of Dr Wilzig, we got Dogmeat and she’s the goodest girl.
I get some people are newer to the fandom, but also a LOT complaints are coming from older fans who -not gonna lie- forget that Fallout as a series has some wacky shit going on. You have Mysterious eldritch human-like entities with godly weapons who can greatly damage and kill your enemies in one to two shots or bestow misfortune upon who they shoot or help you if you’re downed.
You’ve got a cult who worships atoms because they believe we’re all just different universes waiting to be renewed by a nuke going off. At the same time there’s a cult that worships the 4 horseman of the apocalypse and believe they called each of the 4 groups to bring each of the signs with them (war, famine, pestilence, death).
You get to meat a plethora of companions on the games from humans to animals, super mutants and ghouls to robots! Hell, in the first game you had a hyper intelligent deathclaw as a companion only because when the Enclave made them the group of deathclaws decided they didn’t want to kill humans and instead wanted to befriend and trade with them within the vault they were shoved into after the Enclave slaughtered basically the entire vault.
In Fallout New Vegas in the Big Mountain DLC you can fucking flirt with your own brain if you choose to do so (they will be appalled by your actions to do so).
Yes, the game is anti-war and about how governments are corrupt and War never changes, but there’s so much goofy ass shit in the games and lore that you need to allow yourself to have a bit of fun and use some game logic when dealing with the tv show or you’re just gonna be fucking bitter about everything you find inconsistent with the games. (Remember, they still have yet to tell us HOW exactly a ghoul is created and keep changing HOW they’re created. It’s never been consistent throughout the games)
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another Benny x human reader idea i have is that they are in the mist of a supernatural showdown/battle and it goes so horribly wrong that the reader nearly dies but luckily because of Benny being so protective of her he gets brave and uses his magic to save her life and from the fear of losing her
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Summary: When Jesse turns up at the prom, you and your friends have to stop him from trying to get Sarah in his clutches. In an attempt to get her to join him and his wannabe cult, he tries forcing her to turn into a full vampire by biting Ethan. But Ethan’s not the only one who gets a run in with death.
A/N: i don’t remember the exact plot of the S1 finale episode and i dont feel like looking it up or watching for reference. also fuck canon, the gang + reader are in junior/senior year bc when i went to school, prom (ik it’s not specifically prom in the episode but im making it prom) was only for upperclassmen and i still think it’s wild that the boys are 14-15 + freshmen/sophomores while the girls are 17-18 + juniors/seniors
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You had been dreaming of this day since you were a little girl, as cliche as that sounded. The fancy dress, the cutest date, the perfect night. You had the dress; you looked with Sarah and Erica for weeks and even found shoes that matched perfectly. You had the date, your boyfriend Benny gave you the cheesiest and best promposal using magic and the help of your friends. Now, you were waiting to have the best night of your teenage years.
It started with Benny picking you up. Despite dating you for a few years, he was still stumbling over his words at the sight of you when you opened the door.
“Wow, you’re-” Benny cut off his high-pitched voice by clearing his throat, scratching the back of his neck in slight embarrassment. “God, you look beautiful, Y/n.”
“You don’t look too bad yourself, Bens.” You grinned, letting him into the house. You gave him a kiss, and your mom startled you by snapping a picture with her camera.
“Okay, lovebirds, pose for me.” The two of you complied, arms wrapped around each other and smiles wide as your mom blinded you with the camera’s flash. After a few hundred pictures, she finally let you leave the house.
You were surprised to step out onto your front porch and find a limo parked in front of your house. Benny held out his arm for you to take, and he opened the car door for you to slide in first.
“Benny, how did you afford this?” You asked, looking at the beautiful interior as the limo drove off.
“Me and the guys chipped in. And I may have used my devilish charm to get a discount.” You and Benny both knew what he meant by ‘charm,’ especially by him wiggling his eyebrows. “We’re gonna go to Ethan’s to get him and Sarah, and then we’ll pick up Erica and Rory at their houses.”
“Oh my gosh, I can’t wait to see Sarah and Erica’s dresses. They’re so perfect.”
“Yeah, I bet they are.” Benny kissed the side of your head. “I wanted to pick you up first, though, so we could have some alone time. Everything’s been so crazy lately.”
You smiled, grabbing Benny’s arm to put over your shoulders so you could tuck yourself into his side. The two of you talked about little things that you weren’t able to tell each other due to monster fights or big homework assignments taking priority. As the limo became filled with your friends, the conversation split into multiple topics until you finally reached the school.
“You look good in blue.” You told your boyfriend, eyeing his outfit in the disco lights. “I was a bit scared that you would look kinda ridiculous in this suit, but you honestly look pretty hot.”
“I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t look at least a little ridiculous.” Benny laughed, leaning down to kiss your lips. “But thank you, baby. Wanna dance?”
“I’d love to.” You slipped your hand into his outreached one, and he dragged you to the center of the gym as a slow song came on.
The night you dreamed of was going perfectly. You danced with your boyfriend practically all night, although you danced with all your friends to the more upbeat songs. Benny couldn’t stop telling you how pretty you were, keeping at least one hand on you the whole evening.
“I’m getting kind of hungry!” You had to almost shout in Benny’s ear for him to hear you, being drowned out by the crowd of students and blaring music. “Should we get out of here?”
“Whatever you want, babe!” Benny responded, guiding you through the dancing crowd to the gym wall.
“You go get the limo, I’ll round everyone up and meet you outside.” Benny nodded and gave you a parting kiss before exiting the gym, leaving you to find your friends. The task was pretty easy: you found Ethan and Sarah dancing in the corner of the dance floor, Rory trying to flirt with girls and absolutely tearing up the snack table, and Erica giving glares to anyone who got too close to her or asked her to dance with them.
You all left the gym together and headed for the front entrance, where Benny was probably waiting with the limousine. The hallways were dark, which was a bit strange, but none of you questioned it.
“Any ideas on where to go?” You asked, the front entrance in sight. “I just know I’m starving.”
“Oh! There’s this new place that opened up on the other side of town! Totally fancy.” Rory said.
“Are we sure we can afford fancy food?” Ethan asked. “We could get some fast food.” You laughed.
“Oh yeah. Let’s take the limo through a drive-through, I’d love to see that.”
“Leaving so soon?” A voice echoed down a hallway to your left. Everyone turned and tried looking down the dark hall to see a mysterious figure. The person walked towards you slowly, stopping when they were visible to you.
Jesse Black.
“Thought you’d save me a dance, Sarah.” He approached the girl, giving her a faux pout. You and Ethan moved to stand in front of her, staring Jesse down.
“Guys, are you ready?” Benny came through the front entrance in a hurry. “The limo’s waiting. Why are you- Oh.” He halted next to you when he saw Jesse, who smirked at him. Immediately, Benny put a hand on your elbow to gently tug you behind him, so he stood shoulder to shoulder with Ethan, shielding you and Sarah from Jesse’s view.
“Relax, Weird,” Jesse said, tilting his head. “I’m not here for your little girlfriend.” In a flash, Jesse pushed everyone away from Sarah with his telekinesis. You groaned in pain as you hit the floor, Benny landing next to you. “Heard you’re still a fledgling, Sarah. Honestly, I expected better.”
“Get away from her!” Ethan shouted, slowly standing up. Jesse ignored him, still looking at Sarah, slowly moving closer. With every step he took forward, she took a step back.
“I’ve been doing some thinking, baby. I want you back.”
“In your dreams, Jesse.”
“That’s cute, really.”
“I said get away from her!” Ethan launched himself at Jesse. But thanks to his vampire agility, Jesse grabbed the boy by the lapels of his suit jacket and threw him at the wall.
“Don’t hurt him!” Sarah shouted, ready to run to Ethan’s aide, but Jesse reached him first. Everyone froze as Jesse taunted Sarah, tearing Ethan’s sleeve near the cuff and putting his wrist close to his fangs.
“Look at yourself, Sarah. It’s like you have feelings for the little pipsqueak.” Jesse laughed as if the idea itself was a big joke. But Sarah didn’t respond. Jesse took her silence as confirmation. “Holy shit, you do.”
Erica and Rory ran at Jesse from opposite sides, hoping to catch him off guard. But Jesse unfortunately saw it coming, stepping back and pushing Rory into Erica, making them fall and slide away on the floor.
“You wanna be with him so bad?” Jesse asked Sarah, paying the rest of you barely any mind. “Let me help you with that.”
Ethan screamed in pain as Jesse sunk his fangs into his wrist. Ethan crumbled in the vampire’s hold until he was dropped onto the floor, writhing around as the venom started to spread. Sarah ran to the boy, trying to figure out how to help him. Jesse simply walked away.
“Hope you like him enough to spend all of eternity with him,” Jesse called out behind his shoulder. “If not, you’ll know where to find me.”
While Sarah whimpered frantic apologies to Ethan, Benny left your side to follow Jesse. Worried for your boyfriend’s safety and what he was about to do, you were hot on his tail.
“Get back here!” Benny shouted. You wondered how nobody had wandered out of the gym to see what all the commotion was. “I said get back here!” Benny shot a spark at the evil vampire, which was quickly dodged. In the blink of an eye, your boyfriend was held up against the wall in a chokehold, slowly struggling to breathe.
“Wanna be like your friend over there, Weir?” Jesse asked with an evil, toothy grin. He moved his hand to uncover the side of Benny’s neck, using his other hand to tilt his head to the side.
It was a bit of a struggle with the heels and dress and all, but you launched yourself at Jesse, yanking his head away from your boyfriend’s neck before he could sink his teeth into him. Jesse let go of Benny to try and pull your limbs off of him, but you had an iron grip.
Jesse backed himself into the row of lockers behind you, slamming your body into them. You yelped at the pain but did your best to hold onto him. Jesse didn’t appreciate your stubbornness, throwing his head back to headbutt you, which subsequently bashed your head against the metal behind you. It caught you off guard, the dizziness loosening your hold just enough for Jesse to push you off of him.
He turned around and picked you up, your wooziness worsening from getting up so fast, and threw you down the hall. You passed out from exhaustion and pain seconds after hitting the floor.
Jesse let out a low whistle and looked at Benny, who was sitting against the wall wheezing.
“She’s a little firecracker, isn’t she?” Jesse grinned, turning back to the exit. “Good luck with that.” Then he was gone.
Benny, too weak and lightheaded to stand, crawled over to you. He felt bad for passing Ethan to get to you, but Sarah and Rory seemed to be doing their best to help him. Benny soon reached your unconscious body, with Erica placing your head in her lap to keep it elevated.
“It’s bad, Benny.” She muttered to him, lifting a hand from under your head to show her fingers, which were lightly coated in blood. “She must’ve cut her head on the locker slats.”
“Shit.” Benny hissed, his own injuries forgotten as he focused on you. He didn’t have to be a doctor to know that head wounds were bad, probably even more since you were unconscious. “I don’t know what to do.” He said helplessly.
“Don’t you know a spell that can heal wounds or something?”
“Yeah, but not off the top of my head!”
“Well, remember!” Erica commanded. “I know you can remember, Benny. Do it.” Erica wished to be less harsh, but she knew she’d rather bully Benny into remembering a spell to heal you and apologize later than lose you.
Benny wracked his brain, trying to summon the spell to the front of his mind. But there seemed to be nothing but guilt. He should’ve known something bad would happen tonight, he should’ve prepared for it. He should’ve protected you from Jesse, but instead, you protected him. And now look at you, slowly losing a pulse.
“Benny,” Erica whispered, adjusting your limp body in her hold. “You can’t feel guilty for letting Y/n get hurt. You have to help her now. That’s what you owe her, not guilt.”
If Benny wasn’t so worried about you, he would’ve joked about Erica going soft. Carefully, he took you from Erica’s grasp, putting your head in his hands. Benny hated to take a guess in such a situation, but he placed his hands on your head wound, which was wet and sticky, and started muttering an incantation that he hoped was a healing spell.
Benny closed his eyes to keep focus, repeating his words in desperation. Erica watched the faint glow coming from his hands seep into the cut. Slowly but surely, Benny felt the wound seal itself shut, the only evidence that you had it in the first place being the blood that slightly matted your hair.
“Oh, thank God.” Benny let out a breath of relief as you took a deep and sudden breath. He lifted your body to hold you close to his chest while you slowly gained consciousness. His cheek rested against the top of your head, trying to comfort both you and himself.
“What happened?” You asked weakly, trying to sit up.
“Don’t worry about it,” Benny answered quickly, gently stopping you from leaving your place against him. “It’s okay now; you’re okay now.” Erica gave you a weak smile and stood, walking away to give you some space. “I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?” You asked, looking at Benny curiously.
“You’ve been looking forward to this night for, like, forever. And then it got ruined by all this.”
“You’re acting like it’s your fault, Bens.” You raised a hand to cup Benny’s cheek, and he immediately leaned into your touch.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Despite the recent events, you smiled up at him. “I wanted to have the perfect and most fun-filled night with the cutest guy I could ever love. And I got just that.”
“Your head was slammed into a locker, and you probably almost died.” You simply shrugged.
“Everyone has their own definition of fun.” The two of you laughed quietly, and you sat up enough to kiss Benny’s lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He responded, kissing you again before hugging you tight against him.
#agaypanic#benny weir x reader#benny weir#my babysitter's a vampire x reader#my babysitter's a vampire
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I am high on weed and NyQuil and yet am still awake because a bad cough and a fever and for some reason decided it was a good idea to read the AC Odyssey Novelization! Here are some random things that stuck out that I think you should know:
Kassandra’s hears Nikolaos’ lessons in her head throughout the book.
She also loves Phoibe so much but tries so hard to pretend she doesn’t because her mother told her that love is weakness when she was a kid.
Kassandra finds Ikaros as a hatchling taking shelter among the bones at the bottom of Mount Taygetos.
It’s mostly from Kassandra’s POV but there’s some other brief POVs too. The Cult POVs seem to exist pretty much make sure that the reader knows they’re like super fucking evil and Stentor’s few POVs are mostly to bitch about Kassandra.
In one of his less bitchy POVs it’s revealed that a Spartan soldier in Megaris tried to grab Kassandra and kiss her and she either full on broke or just badly bruised his jaw
Building off that sorta, the only person Kassandra even kisses is Alkibiades at the symposium, and mostly to get information.
Nikolaos’ fate is left ambiguous for a long time.
Someone mocks Barnabas’ storytelling in line to see the Oracle and Herodotos later sets the guards on him to provide a distraction so Kassandra can sneak back and talk with the Oracle more.
The Cultists are way less protective of their identities in Delphi and way more obvious with their plans to get rid of Deimos. Also, Kassandra kills a lot of them on accident.
Aspasia keeps Kassandra from drinking poisoned wine, courtesy of Hermippos, at the symposium and helps her escape Athens
Chrysis is killed by her own biological son, the priest Dolpos who helped Myrrine, in revenge for both taking his tongue and killing countless children over the years.
Kassandra and Brasidas’ super badass warehouse fight doesn’t happen. Instead they are discovered by the Monger and taken captive and rescued by two heterae prisoners after the Monger burns Kassandra’s legs with an iron poker.
Phoibe dies playing hide and seek with Kassandra as they escort Perikles to see the Parthenon one last time and Kassandra first realizes something is wrong because she can’t hear Phoibe’s giggles anymore 😭
The first time Kassandra cries after that night on Taygetos is when Phoibe dies.
Aspasia only fully decides to leave the cult after Perikles’ death.
Pausanias’ super secret cult nickname is the Red Eyed Lion and he is uncovered because of a wine stained map or letter or something and a ring seal of a lion and some other super circumstantial evidence.
When they return to Sparta, Barnabas and the crew somehow temporarily sink the Adrestia in a cove to keep from being spotted by Spartan scouts.
The Kos and Arkadia storylines don’t happen at all and the Olympics happen after Kassandra and Myrrine already got their house.
At one point, Kassandra refers to her new family as Myrrine, Barnabas, Herotodos, and Brasidas, which made my shipper heart happy. Then in that same paragraph she refers to Herodotos and Brasidas as something like proud uncles, so we’re pretending that doesn’t exist
Kassandra is imprisoned in Athens for months and like in the game, is “rescued” by Barnabas and Sokrates. Barnabas still has his shovel but Sokrates has a broom instead of a pitchfork.
Also, there’s a small subplot about the woman Barnabas has a fling with on Naxos and her husband who Herodotos met that visited Thera. He’s being tortured by the Cult when Kassandra is imprisoned in Athens and is brutally murdered when he refuses to tell them anything.
Kleon was 100% planing to kill Deimos at Amphipolis.
Brasidas basically dies telling Kassandra how happy he is to see her what the fuck???
A lot of the confrontation on Taygetos is the same as the good ending of the game, where Deimos tells Kassandra that he’s done terrible things. But he also tells her that he can’t change no matter how much he wants to while preparing to throw a knife at Myrrine so she kills him.
Nikolaos and Stentor watch Alexios’ funeral at a distance until Kassandra and Myrrine invite them to join them for dinner.
Kassandra doesn’t fight the Minotaur and Co. but is just given the staff by Pythagoras, who talks to her after his death through the pyramid.
Aspasia’s fate is somewhat left ambiguous in the end because Kassandra’s focused too much on the vision from the pyramid.
Overall, it read a little bit like a weird fanfic! I saw glimpses of the characters we love from the game but since the author cut out such big pieces of the plot and every side quest - which makes sense since it was a very short book - we didn’t get to see too much of them either. Except for Kassandra, who is a lot more no nonsense than I imagine her as. There’s no flirting or and very little joking, but I really liked her resourcefulness and unique fighting style. And her love for Phoibe and her family that shines like a beacon throughout the entire book, from the very beginner where her mother tells her it is unspartan to love. Of course, our lovely Kassandra is a lover and a fighter and that does not change no matter what ❤️
Hope this list helps some of my fellow lovely wonderful odyssey fic writers I love you all so much you beautiful souls 😘😘😘
#ac odyssey#ac odyssey novelization#Kassandra#kassandra of sparta#assassins creed odyssey#for lack of a better tag
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Okay so chewing my way through Dune for the first time as an adult and there’s this chapter that’s got me wilding out so hard I’m basically just gonna paraphrase it here. Obviously concessions need to be made when switching mediums and I think the films have done a splendid job, but I think they sorta took the teeth out of this one.
When the Atredies first touch down on Dune, Lady Jessica is introduced to their groundskeeper, an elderly Fremen woman called ‘the Shadout Mapes.’ Now Mapes is extremely excited to meet a member of the Bene Gesserit, from which Jessica correctly concludes the ministoria protectiva has been here seeding the local mythology with favorable propaganda. Like a good third of the new movie is screaming about how fucked up all that is, so I will curb my enthusiasm to explain what the funny words mean in exhaustive detail, but suffice to say the Space Mom Cult secretly shapes cultures all across the universe to recognize them as cool people that everybody ought to listen to when they show up. So Jessica immediately code switches into Ominous Witch Mode and shows off some of her preternatural powers of observation by calling out the Shadout Mapes for having a weapon on her. In the movie the knife is a gift. The book has a little more nuance that has me absolutely salivating.
Mapes flips out and shows her the knife, which later we’re gonna learn is made from a worm tooth. She explains that Jessica might be the One, and if she is, the knife belongs to her. If she isn’t then she’s gonna kill Jessica with it because now she already knows too much. And to put her to the test she asks her what the knife is. Jessica hopes to establish her credibility by being well versed in ancient tongues, and intends to call it the ‘maker of death’ because in the language that the word ‘Shadout’ is derived from that’s the idiomatic translation of ‘knife.’
Instead Mapes starts screaming in religious fervor as soon as she hears the word ‘Maker.’ Because the worms make the spice, see. Jessica absolutely triples down on this, and this is what drives me wild. Immediately after narrowly escaping murder by a lucky stroke of linguistics she’s like FUCK YOU, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE NOT THINKING I WOULD RECOGNIZE THE MAKER. IN FACT, I’M GONNA STAB YOU NOW. Like okay, what she actually does is go ‘Mapes, now that the blade’s been drawn who’s blood is it gonna taste?’ And here I just have to say hats off to the Bene Gesserit for their training in genre awareness. Jessica has absolutely no idea of any of the customs surrounding a crysknife and risks blowing her cover here to flex even harder. She’s right, of course, and lets the Shadout Mapes off with just a scratch. It turns out Fremen have hypercoagulant blood which is not terribly important but still kinda cool.
So to put a bow on all of this, the Shadout Mapes ends up saying something along the lines of ‘She is the One, she will free us.’ This shocks Jessica. She recognizes this line from the ministoria protectiva, and knows that only the super fucked up horrible places wind up with the ‘we will save you from your oppressors’ prophecies. And I just love it because here we've got a microcosm of what this is all about. The ministoria protectiva did exactly what it was supposed to do and saved a Bene Gesserit life because Mapes heard her own religion in what's basically a cold read con. This exploitative power is so intense that Mapes is willing to give Jessica her life; there's no reason for a Fremen to expect somebody is going to show mercy with a crysknife. And then when she's feeling at her highest and mightiest she gets a wake up call. These people have context.
The Fremen don't have their finger on the pulse of galactic politics. They know there is a limited amount of moisture in their atmosphere and that the off-worlders in the palaces are going to take enough of it to keep themselves comfortable. As far as they're concerned, the Atredies are basically Harkonnens with better personal hygiene. The freedom the Shadout Mapes is talking about is freedom from Jessica's family. The ministoria protectiva doesn't exist in a vacuum. The Fremen's history of oppression has become inseparable from what was meant to be a means to control them.
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