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[genkishoujo]

rejection sensitivity go BRRRR

[watermelonshine]

ellie williams x loser!reader part 2 nsfw mdni

part 1 here

content : you went to tutor her but fucking hell she's high and hot and you both are alone in a room. (cw : 🍃 used, reader is an awkward sub, profanities, pound town in ✂️ city lesgo, she does the knee thing yep, horny wlw, reader is a virgin you really think her ass got laid before ????)

tags babies : @rbnvrnxoxo @velvetinkbym @hyperbabes @ur-sick-and-married @wtvm0m0 @evieutft @ferxanda @deafeninggalaxycheesecake @machetegirl109 @chuutu @livvietalks @eriiwaiii2 @usuck @m4c113 @eddiesdrummergf

You made your way towards Ellie's house. Even though you asked Ellie for her address at the cafeteria, you already knew the route of her house . It was purely accidental, you had to go to your aunt's house after school and you noticed the stoner group walking the same path. You kept your distance and got to know that Ellie lived only a block away from your aunt. So if anything happened that you didn't like, you could just go to your aunt's. Ellie didn't specify any timing so you assumed 6pm would be a good enough time, not too soon and not too late. As you got closer to the front door of her house, you heard laughs of multiple people.

Huh...

You knocked on the door and waited. And waited. And wai- what the fuck. You knocked on the door again. And again. And then finally the door opened and gosh that was one strong smell. Ellie looked at you confused with her bloodshot eyes, was she high? You scratched the back of your neck while trying to come up with words. You didn't know about weed but she definitely was looking smoking hot. She had a grey wife pleaser on which showed off her lean muscles with some loose pants. You put in some effort into how you dressed up coming to her house, with a white full sleeved shirt underneath a baggy tshirt and some baggy pants. You were trying to redeem yourself from the fit you wore to school that day.

"I didn't know you smoked pot. You're kinda late for the session."

Don't say...

"I'm here for the tutoring session? You didn't specify any time." It was literally only few hours ago, how the fuck did she forget that?

She narrowed her eyes, as if trying to remember and then- "Oh...right." there it was. She looked behind her when someone called her name. "Ellie, who is it?", Jesse screamed. Ellie opened the door wider for you and you stepped in, standing awkwardly infront the living room where Dina and the others sat with a bong and joints laid out on the table.

"Anime porn girl wanna get baked?"

"Guys continue with your shit, we'll be back down in an hour. I need to pass history." Ellie announced as she grabbed your wrist and dragged you upstairs. She was struggling to walk properly, she tripped a couple of times thanks to her very heightened coordination skills.

She locked the door behind her when you both got into the room. You looked around her room that had a lot of personality, her sketches pinned all over the walls, some band posters— was that Green Day?, and there in the corner of the room laid a guitar. Ellie looked at you observing her room and chuckled, "Already impressed by me? Trust me I don't suck all that much."

Suck something else- focus.

You sat down on her table that anything but books, and rubbed your hands against your pants. Ellie plopped down next to you and stared at you. No, she stared towards you.

"A-are you sure you can study right now...? I can come again any other time you know?" You nervously asked, that girl was most likely in a different planet. History was a subject boring to many, you were sure Ellie was a part of that bunch. So when Ellie quirked a brow up, you were second guessing yourself.

"You are doubting my ability?" She asked leaning forward and placing her elbows on the table. "Think I'm too stoned to figure out ancient civilization-" , she inched in closer, "Or to notice how you've been biting your lips everytime you looked at me-"

Fuck you didn't notice that.

"-or how you're rubbing your thighs against each other right now?"

Wasn't she an observant bastard.

You were literally shaking. From embarrassment or from being turned the fuck on? One could only guess. She picked up her hand and brought it to your cheeks, cupping it with her thumb caressing the apple of your cheek and you audibly gasped.

She's touching you she's touching you oh my goodness-

"You're trembling like a leaf sweet thing, someone might assume you're the high one here. Did you get high before coming here mhm?" She titled her head while asking.

"N-no."

"You don't need drugs to get high you know? There's other ways of getting high."

What...

"But you must be familiar with it already."

You looked at her dumbfounded while she simply let out a chuckle. She got up, went towards her bag across the room and pulled out a boo- wait a minute.

Your face felt like it was on fire when you saw the cover of the book Ellie was flipping through. You immediately turned your head away from her, how did she get hold of it? She placed the book on the table with a thud, grabbed your chin with her long fingers and brought your face near to hers.

"You're one nasty girl huh?"

"E-ellie-"

She was leaving behind kisses all over your neck, with your shirts thrown to the ground.

Hoky fuck shit hell fuck shit shit oh-

Ellie was a beast, those kisses are surely gonna leave behind marks. While she was making sure she sucked the skin out off you, her knees were dangerously close to your very bothered area. It took everything in you to just not rub yourself against her thighs. You were so flushed that you couldn't even look at her in the eyes.

Ellie noticed how you were holding yourself back, not wanting to embarrass yourself more than you did. She could see it in your face what you wanted and she wanted to let you know that she wanted it too. So she gave it to you.

She pressed her knees against your hot core and that was it for you.

You let out a pathetically loud moans that you tried to cut off by putting your hands on your mouth, shit you hoped the people downstairs didn't hear it.

The brown haired girl that had her hands roaming all over your body? She had never been so turned on before.

"Fuck baby, you're hot."

You weren't sure how Ellie had so much stamina while being high a kite in the sky but goodness she was making sure you were up there with her when she grinded her crotch over yours.

"That feels good right? Never had a girl over you ever huh? Ever seen this in those- fuck- p-porno comics you read?" She said as her clit brushed against yours.

You could only nod mindlessly when Ellie's hands were on your hips and groped your tits. The friction was intoxicating, and you were pussy drunk. Each hip roll had you gripping her bedsheets and biting your lips so that you didn't let out a moan like earlier. Ellie brought her lips next to your ears and said, "Let it out sweet thing, I wanna hear it."

...they already have a terrible impression of you, might as well go all the way.

You were a loud, whining mess and she loved every second of it. You were so close to tears because you never experienced the real deal before. You have seen plenty on your incognito tab and your fingers have been your best friend, but to experience it in real life? Heaven, you were in heaven.

Your slick was all over your and her thighs and the bedsheets were drenched, but Ellie did not let that hold her back. You were panting, gasping and crying while she kept going on, kissing your tears that dripped down your face, kissing your neck and your tits. Her mouth all over you while her pulsing clit rutting against yours had you bucking your hips and letting out wanton moans.

"You're near right? Don't hold yourself back, come on."

That was all it took for you to arch your back and let out a loud moan and you were damn sure everyone and their grandma heard it. Ellie followed soon after as her hips twitched against yours. She buried her head in your neck as she panted from hitting her high. Her body was limped on top of yours as you both just took a while to catch your breath.

You did it. You had your first time and it was with Ellie fucking Williams.

"Oh how was your history session?"

Dina asked as the both of you walked into the living room. She had a very fuckass expression on her face which gave it away, they know what happened. Ellie simply grabbed your hand and made you sit between legs as she picked up a joint and lit it up.

"Do you know how loud history is?"

"Oh fuck me-" you were rolling your eyes when Ellie cut you off.

"I did, didn't I?"

... You handed her that opportunity to her on a silver platter.

note : fanart belongs to @nramv, was I mean for making y'all wait for a week for this? I'm sorry but my fuckass phone DELETED this draft so I had to rewrite it again and also my country is on the verge of a war??? idk weird times but have your scissor city dose I hope I did justice 🍒 now stop shouting at me to update 💔 do let me know if you liked it, it would mean a lot to me !

[lvrspiastri]

love love love your writing! so in love with single dad!arthur, was wondering if i could request a fic in the same universe with arthur inviting reader over for a movie night ft. freddy ofc. just super fluffy and lighthearted stuff.

Parenthesis ᴬᴸ pt 2.1

and im glad you're in love with this AU bc i sure as hell haven't stopped thinking about it. i'm so happy to write more lol just tell me what you want and your wish is my command. i'm also done with exams so i'm about to GRIND bc i am jobless (i'm not). anyway enjoy love youuuu

reminder that requests are open just check out the guidelines :)

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pt 1

✧. ┊     PAIRING: single dad!arthur leclerc x gender-neutral!reader

✧. ┊    WORDS: 2k

✧. ┊    TAGS/WARNINGS: fluff, maybe a curse word here and there. kids. love.

Love was not something that frequented my list of words. While Arthur and I had been going out for three months now, the very thought of 'loving' him seemed silly. Fairytale-like. Unreal. I know better than to crave something no more real than elves and goblins.

Then what is it I fucking feel everytime he speaks to me?

"Can you bring some collations? Like uh...popcorn?" he talks hurriedly over the phone, chasing Freddy around the house to try and get his pants on.

"Snacks?"

"Yes, mon coeur, snacks," he coos, the accent getting to me again.

"Yeah, sure, easy. I'll see you in fifteen." I hang up, driving down to the store to get an assortment of snacks. Cheap ones, obviously, no one's paying more than $2 for a packet of popcorn. Even the flithy rich Monegasques.

By the time I knock, the door’s already open. Arthur stands there with his hair slightly damp, a faded hoodie hanging off one shoulder, and Freddy perched on his hip like he’s always belonged there.

“You came,” he says, a little breathless.

“You called,” I reply, holding up the plastic bag. “Popcorn, chocolate, Doritos.”

Freddy leans forward, little eyes shimmering with excitement. “You brought chocolate?”

I nod. “I did, bud.”

Arthur steps aside to let me in, balancing Freddy with one arm as he nudges the door shut with his foot. The place smells faintly of cinnamon and laundry detergent. His apartment is as messy as always, a half-built blanket fort caved in on one side, the TV screen paused on a Pixar logo, and socks—multiple, unmatched. A detail that speaks more than words.

“I was going to clean,” Arthur says, “but Freddy was very naughty.”

“You lost, I see.”

“Badly.”

Freddy wriggles down and disappears into the cushions with the snacks. Arthur doesn’t look at me right away. Just exhales, runs a hand through his hair.

“You okay?” I ask.

He nods. “Yeah. Just tired. It's been a long week.”

He says it like a confession. Like he isn’t sure he’s allowed to admit it.

I sit down next to him, close enough that our knees touch. He doesn’t pull away. There’s no fanfare to it—just the weight of being near someone you trust not to ask for more than you can give.

“Want tea?” he offers after a moment. Tea is his consolation when moments get awkward. An excuse to escape.

I shake my head. “Just this is fine.”

He nods again, slower this time. Like he hears it for what it is. Not a dismissal. A choice.

Freddy’s already started the movie, humming under his breath, half-wrapped in a fleece blanket on the floor. Arthur leans back beside me, arms crossed loosely, his eyes drifting toward his son and then back to the screen.

Arthur and I aren't physical. Or affectionate. It's hard to define what exactly we are but we both play a game of caution. Of fear. One move too far, one signal misinterpreted, and it's all over. So we sit on the couch, distantly.

Not far enough to be strangers. Not close enough to be lovers. Just… close enough to feel it.

The movie starts, some animated opening sequence with a talking animal and too much colour. Freddy giggles, mouth already sticky from melted chocolate, and Arthur smiles faintly at the sound. I catch him glancing my way. Quick. Unsure. Like he's still figuring out what he's allowed to feel around me. Like he’s waiting for me to laugh first, to say this is fine, that I won’t ask him to be more than what he can be.

I don’t laugh. But I don’t move either.

“You could have said no, you know,” he murmurs eventually, voice almost lost beneath the dialogue on the screen.

“To what?”

“Coming over. Doing… this.” He gestures vaguely, like the concept of popcorn and presence is somehow overwhelming.

“I didn’t want to say no.”

He glances down at his lap. His fingers twist in the hem of his hoodie. “Sometimes, I worry you are being just nice.”

I turn, brows furrowing. “Arthur—”

“It is not easy,” he says quickly. “I know. You know. I have got Freddy, and my hours are shit, and I forget things all the time. I forget to reply to your texts. I fall asleep halfway through calls. I’m not—” He cuts himself off, breathing hard.

“Perfect?” I finish for him.

He nods, once.

“Good,” I say, softer. “I’m not either.” I inch closer cautiously, placing a gentle hand on his arm.

"Que ferais-je sans toi?" He whispers, his eyes meeting my own. They're tired. But loving.

"Um..bonjour to you too," Arthur lets out a carefree chuckle at my statement. Freddy does too. He's observant, the kid. Destined to be great.

Arthur takes a second. Two. A minute. And then he opens his arms, patting his bicep. I let myself smile, slipping into his embrace. Maybe I should stop denying what I want. Him. He wraps his arms around me, lips pressed to the top of my head. I watch the movie but I'm not really watching the movie. I'm just feeling the warmth of all this. Of him. Of his hands aimlessly tracing my skin. Freddy's giggles at the jokes. Arthur pecks my head again, the sound causing Freddy to turn and exclaim.

"Hey, I wanna cuddle too!" He grabs his blankets, waddling to us and lying across our laps.

Freddy’s weight settles across us, warm and wiggly and perfect. Arthur chuckles, shifting to make room, one hand supporting his son, the other still loosely wrapped around me. It’s clumsy, this pile of limbs and fleece and feelings. But it fits. Somehow, we all fit.

The movie hums on in the background, bright colours flickering against the walls, cheerful music underscoring a scene I’ll never remember. Because all I can focus on is this moment. This breath. This weight. Freddy sighing contentedly. Arthur's hand still tracing gentle, absentminded circles into the fabric of my shirt. My heart thudding too fast for how still I’m sitting.

I shouldn't want this as much as I do.

But I do.

And that scares the hell out of me.

I lean into Arthur without meaning to. He doesn't pull away. If anything, he draws me in closer, his chin resting against my temple like it's the most natural thing in the world. My eyes slip shut for just a second.

This isn’t what I planned. Love was not something that frequented my list of words. It wasn’t supposed to be this quiet, this real, this utterly ordinary.

But maybe that’s the thing about love.

Maybe it doesn’t arrive with violins or grand confessions. Maybe it just slips in on a Friday night, between popcorn bags and blanket forts, between tired smiles and soft French murmurs.

Maybe it’s just this.

Uncomplicated.

Unannounced.

Arthur’s fingers tighten ever so slightly on my arm. Freddy shifts, letting out a small, contented hum, and Arthur kisses my temple one last time.

I don’t say it out loud. Not yet.

But I think I love him.

And maybe. Just maybe. That isn’t silly at all.

[r4spb3rr13s]

i saw the news :( however i have come to re-enter! So my mcbling angel, could we pretty please get a part 3 of meet mcbling hotties with maybe shigiraki, sabi, maybe a little twice, maaaybe a little gentle criminal.... i luv u and ur my bae as well cutie >3<

- 🍥 anon

villains meeting their mcbling gf

♱ shigaraki, twice

♱ pt.1 here pt.2 here

notes: dabi is in part one!! also this may be ooc 😔 and sorry bby but i have no clue how to write gentle criminal 😓

Tomura is in his usual spot, staring the TV down with enough rage to burn holes in the screen. Naturally, it’s because All Might is on screen. Like always.

The bar is in a low hum, filled with smoke from Dabi’s refusal to step out to huff on his cigarette. Spinner and Toga are playing cards, and her giggles bounce off the walls. Other than that, it’s fairly quiet.

Until the door creaks open. Then it’s silent.

And there… you stood. Awkwardly.

Tomura’s head snapped towards you with a sickening crunch resounding through the air. Any words he had reering up are stuck in his throat, though.

The light is shaping you like an angel. A very promiscuous angel, that is. A tight, pink dress hugs your curves and the platform wedges you have on accentuate every step your fake-tanned legs take.

“Uh… Himiko?”

Said girl squeals, and her chair scratches across the floor like nails on a chalkboard as she jumps up. Tomura watches as she runs up to you and wraps you in a hug.

“What the fuck…” Dabi trails off, eyes pointed at Tomura. Everyone is looking at Tomura, trying to gage his reaction. It snaps him out of his stupor.

“Toga, who is this?” He rasps out, pointing a lazy knuckle at you. His eyes barely flit over you, but when they do, you see a small bit of pink blossom on his pale face.

It’s weirdly cute.

Himiko squeezes you so hard you think she might suffocate you to death. I mean, you wouldn’t put it past her, but still.

“This is Y/n!!”

She is met with blank stares.

You roll your eyes and shrug her off, making her pout. Taking a cautious step forward, you catch Tomura’s eye - you know exactly who he is.

You’ve admired him for a while, and the League, in silence. You’ve been on chat rooms with a false IP address, watched their dark-web videos, heard their lackeys talking in the darker parts of town.

Himiko found you when you were talking to one of the lackeys, and surprise, surprise, took a liking to you. She gushed about the League, and weirdly…

You wanted in.

You strode forward, ignoring the room’s eyes on you - you were just focused on Tomura Shigaraki.

He watched you with stiff, darting red eyes. It was like he couldn’t decide where to rest his eyes - everytime he moved his gaze, there was your soft, glowy skin or something pink or patterned or your soft hair-

“Y/n L/n,” You said and held your hand out.

Tomura watched your hand as he leant on his own hand. His lip curled and you faltered. But, he fished out a thick-lined glove, slipped it on, and grabbed your hand.

His eyes fell on yours as your hands shook. The pink on his face was almost the same colour as your dress, and his cracked lip twitched.

“I’m here to join, by the way.” You clarify, heat rising to your own cheeks.

Your hand is still in his. Tomura notices and drops you like a hot pan, quickly looking away. He mutters a small, ‘okay’ and notions for a pen from Kurogiri - another member you’re familiar with.

Tomura scribbled something down with his thick glove on, muttering under his breath in a raspy, crisp voice. The sound cuts through the thick air and makes the hair on the back of your neck.

He stops writing and holds out the paper to you. It’s… a number. You almost facepalm.

You cock a brow, and Tomura goes pink again, but refuses to look at you.

He clears his throat, itching his neck absent mindedly. “I’m busy now. Call me later and we’ll talk about your membership.”

:::

Jin is tired. Spent. Exhausted. Fatigued. He’s practically swaying on his feet as he breathes in the smoke from his cigarette. He nods at Dabi as he walks past and enters the dingy bar.

If he could just close his eyes-

A loud whistle rings through the air, and for a startling moment, Jin thinks he’s getting hit on by the builders across the street. Until you come into view.

Your confident stride falters and he watched with an open jaw as you pause to scream at the men in hi-vis.

There’s a small, douchey part of him that can’t even blame them - you’re gorgeous!

Your tattered denim shorts sit low on your hips, and the majority of your torso is on show in the low light of dusk. A small, pink tube top is wrapped around your chest, and big jewellery jangled with every finger you jab as you scream.

Your verbal assault on the builders finally halts when they let out a hurried apology and decide to get back to work. With a sigh, you push your hair out of your face and move on.

Well, you would if there wasn’t another guy in your way.

He’s tall, muscular and blond, with eyebags that rivalled the purple of your velvet bag. The smoke from the cigarette in between his fingers is curling around his neck like a choker, and brought stark attention to his agape mouth. You scoff.

“What? Want your turn?”

“Yes please- no, no thanks-” He barks out, then covers his mouth. Pink spreads across his cheeks from under his hand, and you cock a brow.

“…Yes or no?”

“Yes-no-”

The poor guy seemed torn. He was muttering to himself now, back rigid and face pink. It was… endearing in a way.

You cast a short glance back to the builders, and Jin takes the moment to drink in the size of the silver hoops hung either side of your face. He could probably fit his hand through them, they’re so big. Or-

“Listen, you’re cute… so I’ll give you number,” You mutter and take a short step towards him. Your sparkly eyes search his face, and he curtly nods, still as pink as bubblegum. “Okay, just, if they ask, I was giving you directions.”

Again, he nods. Like a well behaved dog, you think.

The poor man is left in a mental battle watching you leave. He does know for sure, though, the paper clutched in his hand with your number on is becoming his most sacred possession.

:::

notes: THIS SHIT IS NOT PROOFREAD IM SORRY 😭

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[lil-frenchfri77]

Begin Again Chapter 2

Summary: Ever since Bella came back to Forks things between y/n and her boys have been different. Embry and Quil stopped answering phone calls and texts, they’ve even been avoiding her everytime she shows up at their house. So y/n does the only thing she can think to do, she latches onto Jacob just like Bella, and when he starts acting like Embry and Quil did, she makes the decision to not put so much effort into a friendship that is clearly one sided. But what happens one day when Sam’s pack is in town at the same time as y/n and her new friends and two certain boys imprint on their former best friend? And what happens when a former best friend doesn’t feel the same way?

Authors note: Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!! I am actually so freaking excited that so many people liked the first chapter. When I posted this I never thought that I would be getting any kind of traction or reads but the 20 people that liked my first chapter are really making me feel good about myself and my writing skills. I don't know how consistent my chapter updating will be I have a really hard time with sticking to things but the enthusiasm i'm feeling after posting for the first time is really making my productivity flow.

Not beta read, lemme know If there are any egregious spelling or grammar errors and I will 100% go back and fix it

Word count: 1.8k

Embry Call x Fem!Swan!Reader x Quil Ateara

Slight Stiles Stlinski x Reader

Chapter 1 | Master list | Chapter 3

For the next two weeks your routine is almost exactly the same. You meet Scott and Stiles by your locker every morning and sit with their friends at lunch. It is such a crazy thing to think that if you had gotten to school any later that day then you would have never met them. And looking back, you can’t imagine not being friends with them now. They were filling the void that Embry and Quil had left in your heart. 

Your life was looking up and you were doing great, even Bella seemed to be doing better. She was hanging out with you and Jacob, and had even started going out with some of the kids from school. You and Stiles were getting closer to each other too. You spent most of your time in class, the ones you shared, talking to him and goofing off. You both had gotten in trouble a few times but that didn't deter you from talking. Like now. 

“Hey, so I was thinking about going into town this weekend, I need to do some clothes shopping and I was wondering, if perhaps, you’re free?” You had been meaning to ask him for the past few days but you had only now just worked up the courage. It was the first time you would be spending any time together outside of school and you were nervous. 

“Oh, uhh. Yeah totally!” His response was almost instant and the way that his cheeks turned a light pink told you that he didn't mean to answer you that fast. “Um, I mean, Yeah. I’m down to go with you.” Stiles blushed even harder and then turned forward to pay attention to what the teacher was saying. 

“Okay, cool. I’ll come pick you up around noon on Saturday?” 

“That’s good.” That was the end of the conversation. It seemed he was too caught up in the fact that you had asked him out to remember to talk to you for the rest of class. 

After school that day Jacob was leaning on your car, waiting for you to come out. He had been doing this a lot lately, waiting for you to get out of school so he could get a ride from you back to the reservation. Which didn’t really make sense to you but you figured if he liked doing this then why change it. 

“You will never guess what I did today.” It was the first thing that came out of your mouth when you got close enough to him. You couldn't wait to tell him about your hang out with Stiles on Saturday. “I asked Stiles on a date and he said yes!” You couldn't contain your excitement.  It was too hard to give him the time to guess what you did so you decided to just tell him. 

“Wow, that's a big step for you.” Jacob smiled, glad to see you happy. He knew that after the last few months you had that you deserved all the happiness you could get. “When are you going? Your sister asked me to go to the movies with her and this Mike guy on Sunday night and I really don't want to have to deal with it all alone.” 

“Well, we’re hanging out Saturday afternoon so I'm totally free to go with you guys on Sunday.” Jacob had had a crush on Bella for as long as you could remember, but you knew that he didn't want to be stuck in an awkward situation with her and some other guy. 

“Sooooo?” Stiles drawled, “what exactly are we looking for? Or what exactly are you looking for?” You two had been out for about 2 hours now and so far all you had found was a puffy green jacket and a pair of fluffy brown socks, which you only bought because they matched Stiles eyes. 

“I don’t know yet. I guess I'll know when I see it.” Your reply was nonchalant but you knew exactly what you were looking for. You just didn't want to let him know before you actually found it. Last week when you and your dad were in town you had seen a book that Stiles had been talking about religiously and with his birthday coming up you thought it would be the perfect gift. 

“Do you want to grab lunch too or do you want to just eat at my house?” you ask him, not seeing the way he turns to look at you with heart eyes. 

“We can go to the diner after you're done shopping.” He suggests. 

“Yea totally.” 

That’s when you heard it, the loud rumble of laughter from a group of boys at the other end of the street. You both looked up to where the noise came from. A slight gasp came from your parted lips as you saw Quil and Embry play fighting with the other boys from Sam’s group. Your face dropped as the two boys seemed to look up in unison and lock eyes with you. 

“Do you know them? They look like they know you.” Stiles asked, looking over at you to see you in some kind of trance staring at them. “Hey, y/n/n? Are you okay?” 

That seemed to snap you out of whatever daze you were stuck in. You looked away from them and back to Stiles before nodding and grabbing his hand to drag him into the nearest building. Which happened to be the bookstore you were looking for in the first place. 

“Sorry about that, they were just some old friends of mine. We don't really talk anymore and I haven’t seen them in some time so it was kind of shocking.” The apology spilled out of your mouth before you could stop it but that make it untrue. It was hard seeing them like that, happy and having fun when they left you feeling the way that they did. But you also couldn't help feeling a sort of resentment at them. 

“Nah it’s alright.” He dismissed taking a look around the bookstore. You had completely forgotten why you were in this store for a second, but when you remembered you had to hurry and spot the book before he could. 

Luckily you were able to find it and discreetly buy it while he looked around the store and grabbed a few things off the shelfs. When he was done checking out you slipped your hand into his, locked fingers, and led him out of the store. 

They had never felt like this before. As they locked eyes with you they saw their future flash before their eyes. You, Embry, Quil, and a happy little family. The euphoria and sense of calm that washed over them as they saw all of this was the most exquisite feeling either of the boys had ever felt. It was like nothing they had ever experienced and they had an inkling that they would never feel it again without you. 

When they watched you grab that boy's hand and run off it was like their entire world came crashing down. Their hearts, now beating in unison, felt like they were cracking. Before they could ever have you, you were gone and with someone else. Embry looked away first, face crumbling under the weight of these newfound emotions. He had never felt anything so fast, and to have it all ripped away from him so suddenly felt like a knife right into his soul. 

Quill was no better. The two boys had always shared everything growing up, they were the closest to each other of all the pack members. So it made sense that they would imprint on the same girl. And of course that girl would be their childhood best friend. The same girl they pinned after for years before turning for the first time and never speaking to her again. It was the hardest thing they ever had to do, and now, because of their actions, they were reaping the consequences. 

The dejection and rejection they were feeling was amplified by each other, every emotion coursing through their veins heightened by what the other was feeling. They wanted to whine and curl up into a ball at your feet and beg you to forgive them for the rest of their lives if that's what it took to make it up to you. 

It seemed as though the other boys around them knew not to say anything. No teasing remarks or mocking jabs were taken at the expense of the boys. All of them could sense that Embry and Quil had just imprinted on you. Everyone saw the way that you ran off like the sight of them would burn you if you looked for too long. 

“Come on, I think it’s time to head back.” it was Sam who spoke up. Always the one to take charge and take the lead in situations where no one knew what to do. But even now, he was struggling to find the right words to say or the right actions to take that could help these boys. He had never heard of an imprintee rejecting their mate. 

“No, but, we should go talk to her.” Embry whined out. Just the thought of leaving you behind after just finding out that he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with you sounded like agony. He would rather never be able to shift again than leave without you. 

“I think it's pretty clear that she doesn’t want to talk to either of you right now. Give it time. Think about how you want to approach her, what you’ll say. Right now is not the time or place for any of this, especially after that reaction.” Sam reasoned. He knew that getting everyone back to the pack house right now was his only option. He couldn't let Quil or Embry do something stupid and impulsive that could put people in danger. 

Everyone could see the way that the two boys hesitated to do what Sam asked. The longing and desire to be with you, so present in their eyes that they were waiting for something to happen. So Sam did the only reasonable thing he could think to do in that moment, and he commanded everyone to head back to the pack house at that instant. 

Begrudgingly Embry and Quil did as they were told and turned around to head back to the house. Looking back every so often, while the shop you had disappeared into was still in sight, to see if they could catch another glimpse of you through the windows or see you leaving. Just as the shop was about to disappear from their view the door gently swung open and you walked out laughing, head thrown back and a hand on your stomach as you full body cackled at whatever the mystery boy you were with voiced. Said boy, who was holding your other hand as he exited the building after you.

It tore their hearts even further in two. So with their tails, real and figurative, tucked between their legs they made their way back. Heads hung low and spirits completely drained.

What had started out as a normal Saturday had officially become one of the worst days of their lives.

[cuteangsty]

Werewolf whump [stories]

Part 1 -> Part 2

Summary: a human man, living alone in the mountains finds a sick werewolf wandering near his house and takes him in.

Andreas stares at the creature laying by the fireplace, his mind focused on it's breathing - a hissing can be heard everytime it inhales - it's alive, at least... But only barely. Thanks to the warmth of the fire, some color seems to have returned to werewolf's cheeks. It looks a slightly more human now, but the finger prints are still deeply blue...

The creature's skin wraps tightly around the bones, very little muscle tissue in between and almost no sign of fat. The check bones and ribs are it's most egregious signs of starvation, while the arms and lower abdomen still retain some defined muscles. The yellowish complexion of the werewolf's skin slowly morphs into a darker one, it's most likely on the darker spectrum, but it's hard to tell right now, specially with the frost bites around it's sunken eyes and thin lips.

Andreas studies it carefully, not believe on his eyes. He has never seen someone in such a miserable state, and now... Now, what?

The man had. Been waiting for the werewolf to come to it's senses for the past hour, yet he has no idea what to do afterwards.

A low groan, barely audible over the fire, signaled the change. The werewolf’s fingers twitched, curling slightly against the fur rug. Then, with an effort that looked excruciating, its eyelids fluttered open.

Andreas tensed, gripping the cup still half-full of broth.

The eyes that stared back at him were vacant. Unfocused. No awareness, no recognition—just a hollow, feverish emptiness. The werewolf’s lips parted, and the muttering resumed.

“…sorry… I tried… I tried… wasn’t my fault… wasn’t—”

Andreas leaned forward. “Hey.”

The muttering didn’t stop.

“…too much, too much, don’t—don’t let it happen again—”

“Hey,” Andreas said again, louder this time. “Look at me.”

The werewolf blinked sluggishly, its pupils blown wide. Its breathing hitched, a sudden shiver rolling through its frail body.

Andreas set the cup aside and shifted onto his knees. “Can you understand me?”

No response. The muttering continued, a mess of fractured sentences and nonsensical apologies.

Andreas scowled. He reached out, gripping the creature’s shoulder firmly—but gently—giving it a slight shake. “Do you even know where you are?”

The werewolf flinched. Its gaze flickered, as if trying to focus, but whatever recognition might have sparked was gone in an instant.

“…too late… too late now…”

Andreas swore under his breath, pushing himself to his feet. His hands clenched at his sides as he turned away from the muttering wreck of a creature.

What the hell am I even doing?

The thing was dying. Starving, fevered, freezing from the inside out. He had done what he could, dragged it out of the snow, warmed it, fed it—barely. But was that enough? Was it even the right thing to do?

Andreas exhaled sharply, running a hand through his tangled hair. A part of him whispered that maybe he should have left it out there, let nature take its course. Maybe whatever had reduced the werewolf to this state was mercy in disguise.

But another part—quieter, but far more stubborn—refused to accept that.

With a deep breath, he stepped toward his bedroom, the wooden floor creaking beneath his boots. The space was small, barely more than a bed and a chest for his few belongings. He pulled the chest open and rifled through the clothes—thick wool shirts, an extra coat, some old trousers. Not much, but better than the rags the werewolf had been wearing.

“sorry… I can still—still go on… on... A-and...c-can carry it, I swear…” The words slurred together, barely comprehensible. “Not broken… not yet… yes...yet...still—still move…” it's hissed gasps interrupted some of the words.

Andreas exhaled slowly, pressing his fingers against the bridge of his nose. The nonsense just kept spilling out, looping back in on itself, an endless stream of fevered delirium. He didn’t know what the hell this thing had been through, but whatever it was, it had chewed him up and spit him out in pieces.

Carefully, hesitantly, Andreas reached out and took the werewolf’s hand. It was stiff, trembling, fingers curled inward as if they had forgotten how to stretch.

“Hey,” Andreas murmured, his thumb pressing lightly against the ice-cold skin. “?You’re lying by my fire, in my cabin. You’re safe, understand?”

The wolf parted it's lips for a moment, eyes flickering. For only a second it looked like the creature had heard him, but then, just as quickly looped back into the nonsense.

"Useful... Full moon... I do...can...useful...."

Andreas sighed, rubbing his temples. “Can you just—” He stopped, then gritted his teeth. “Can you just shut up for one damned second?”

The werewolf flinched, but the mumbling didn’t stop.

Andreas ran a hand down his face, frustration boiling beneath his ribs. He wasn’t a people person, let alone a psychiatrist , or a doctor!

If it never fully wakes up, what is he going to do with it? He can't keep it! In fact, why keep it? He isn't responsible for it. There is nothing linking the two, he doesn't even know it's name!

The werewolf’s muttering continued, a soft, incomprehensible stream of words, but something shifted in its movements. Andreas noticed it when the creature’s hand, trembling and stiff, reached out weakly toward his. It wasn’t aggressive; it wasn’t even fully conscious. But there was a desperation in its touch—a pull, a need to make contact.

Andreas hesitated, uncertain, his gaze flicking between the creature’s outstretched hand and its vacant, fevered eyes.

With a quiet exhale, he reached out, letting his fingers brush against the werewolf's cold, fragile skin. The hand that had once seemed so monstrous, so capable of violence, now felt frail and clumsy. It was an odd sensation, the stark contrast between what it was and what it had become.

The werewolf didn’t react immediately, its eyes clouded with confusion as it continued its endless muttering. But then, slowly, its fingers began to trace the braided string bracelet that circled Andreas’ wrist. The werewolf’s movements were sluggish, uncertain, but there was a delicate focus to them, a quiet curiosity. Its fingers ran over the threads, feeling the texture, the knots, the pattern.

For a moment, the muttering slowed, quieted. The creature seemed less frantic, more subdued as it examined the bracelet with a kind of fragile wonder.

Andreas couldn’t help but watch, his brow furrowing. He had no idea why this particular thing—this simple bracelet—seemed to hold the creature’s attention. But for the first time since it had fallen to his doorstep, it seemed… calmer.

"You like this?"

With a slight hesitation, Andreas pulled the bracelet off his wrist. He glanced at the werewolf, whose eyes, though still clouded, were following the movement. Gently, he placed the braided string around the creature’s hand, securing it in place. The werewolf’s fingers twitched slightly as the bracelet settled around its wrist, a thin strand of humanity, of connection, amidst the chaos of its condition.

Andreas leaned back, feeling an odd sense of something—something like peace, though it was fleeting. He didn’t know why it had worked, or if it would make any difference at all. But it seemed to quiet the creature for now, and that was something.

He sighed, rubbing his face again. He still had no idea what to do with it. But maybe, just maybe, the bracelet would help in some small way.

Andreas sat there quietly for a moment, watching the werewolf’s shallow breaths and the delicate way its fingers moved around the braided string bracelet. It didn’t make sense, not really—nothing about this situation made sense—but he had to try something.

Taking a deep breath, he spoke, trying to inject some normalcy into the madness.

“My sister made this,” he said, his voice steady, though there was a knot in his chest. “It’s a friendship bracelet. She made one for me, and one for herself. She’s... far away now, but we used to wear them together.”

The werewolf didn’t respond at first. Its glazed eyes flickered, trying to focus on him, but there was something unsettlingly distant in its gaze, as if everything was clouded over. Its breathing was strained, its lips parted as if it wanted to say something, but all it could manage was a weak, hoarse muttering.

“I can… I can still walk…”

The words felt like they were dredged from the depths of confusion, and Andreas’ heart sank. He had hoped for something more—anything that might give him a clue about what was really going on, or at least a glimmer of recognition. But all he got was that one sentence.

He felt disappointment settle over him like a heavy weight, and it tightened his chest. The werewolf’s words were fractured, as if trying to hold onto something, but it was slipping through its fingers.

“It’s okay,” Andreas said quietly, though he wasn’t sure if the creature could even understand. “You don’t need to walk. You’re safe here.”

But the werewolf wasn’t listening. It continued to speak, its voice soft, cracked with exhaustion.

“River…” The word hung in the air for a moment, and then the werewolf’s lips parted again. “p-please... 'msorry...”

Andreas stared at it. Still puzzle, even more frustrated. For a moment it seemed like the wolf would reach some reason, but again, they've sunk back to square one.

The werewolf blinked, and for a second, it seemed like it was trying to gather itself. There was a faint shift in its expression, a subtle attempt to focus. But then it slumped, its gaze drifting again.

“R-river... P-please, sorry... River....”

Andreas let out a breath, frustration building again, but he quickly tamped it down. This wasn’t the creature’s fault. It wasn’t... whatever it used to be.

"Okay..." He exhaled, trying to stay cool, maybe think of something else he could say to help.

The werewolf’s body trembled, and the muttering continued in fragments. It was clear now that it wasn’t responding to his words directly—it was just grasping for something, anything, in the fog of its delirium. But Andreas couldn’t stop the twinge of helplessness creeping up in him.

It was trying, in its own way. But it felt like he was chasing shadows, trying to piece together a puzzle that kept shifting beneath his fingers. At least it wasn't repeating the same words as before.

Andreas leaned back against the wall, rubbing his hands over his face. The silence stretched for a moment, and then, with another exhausted sigh, he spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Just... hang in there. I’ll figure this out.”

The werewolf’s eyes flickered again, but there was no comprehension in them, no recognition. Just the endless, scattered muttering.

The werewolf’s muttering came to an abrupt halt as an erratic coughing fit seized its chest. The sound was harsh, ragged, its breath rattling in the creature’s throat as it tried desperately to clear it, but nothing came out except a dry, painful rasp. Its body trembled with the effort, a wave of exhaustion sweeping over it immediately after, and it collapsed back against the blanket, its mouth half-open as it gasped for air.

Andreas froze, his heart skipping a beat. He could feel his own throat tightening as the creature’s breathing became more erratic, but he couldn’t stop himself from staring. The werewolf’s dry, cracked lips parted, and it attempted to mumble once more, but there was no voice, only a hollow, strained sound that echoed faintly in the air.

"…river…”

The word barely made it past the creature’s lips, but this time, something in it struck Andreas with sudden clarity. River? Could it be... thirst? Was the creature trying to ask for water? Maybe even clinging to some old, instinctual memory of what it needed?

Without another thought, Andreas sprang to his feet, his pulse quickening. There was something he could do. Maybe not much, but something.

He rushed to the kitchen, his boots pounding against the wooden floor as he made his way to the stove. The kettle was still warm from earlier—he’d heated it up for his own tea, but now, it had a more pressing purpose. The steam rising from the water was a welcome sight, and for a moment, he just stood there, the warm vapor filling his lungs.

Grabbing the kettle, Andreas poured the warm water into a mug, the warmth flowing in, heating up his hand a little.

He hurried back to the fireside, the mug in his hand, and knelt beside the werewolf once again. The creature’s eyes flickered, still hazy but focused a little more intently now, its breath more shallow.

“Here… drink,” he whispered. “It’s water. You’re thirsty, right? You need this.”

Andreas took a steady breath and carefully tilted the mug toward the creature, letting the warm liquid flow slowly into its dry mouth.

At first, there was a slight resistance, but as the water passed over the werewolf’s lips, its throat seemed to respond. The coughing stopped for a brief moment, and the creature, still trembling, began to swallow, its throat moving with each fragile gulp.

Andreas’ pulse steadied, his hope igniting just a little. Maybe, just maybe, this was the first step.

When Andreas pulled the mug away, the werewolf let out a soft, almost relieved sigh, its body seeming to relax for the first time in what felt like forever. There was a faint, almost imperceptible smile pulling at the corners of its lips, as if it found some fleeting comfort in the water.

Andreas gently wiped the sides of its mouth, his fingers brushing against its cool, cracked skin. The contrast between the warmth of the water and the cold of the werewolf’s face was striking, and his gaze flicked to the creature’s fingers, still a deep, painful shade of blue from frostbite. The tips of its nose and cheeks were similarly burned by the cold, the frostbite eating into its skin, leaving it raw.

But there was something else. The creature’s complexion had begun to shift, moving from that pale, almost sickly yellowish hue to something more natural, more in line with its true coloring. The deep shades of its skin were finally starting to return as warmth seeped into its body. It was recovering, even if slowly, and it made Andreas feel a strange mix of relief and anxiety.

The man instinctively reached for the creature’s hand, his fingers tracing the thin, trembling digits. He pressed the werewolf’s fingers against the bracelet, the small gesture grounding him. Andreas didn’t pull away. He let the moment linger, uncertain if the werewolf truly understood or if it was just reacting instinctively. Either way, he stayed.

They spent the next hour like this—Andreas speaking softly, repeating simple words, and the werewolf echoing them back in a slow, uncertain voice. It wasn’t much, but it was something. At times, the creature’s eyes would flicker with brief awareness before clouding over again. It was exhausting to watch, but Andreas refused to let frustration take over.

Eventually, the werewolf’s grip on consciousness slipped again. Its breathing slowed, becoming more even, and its muttering faded into quiet, shuddering breaths. Sleep had claimed it at last.

Andreas exhaled, rubbing his face. His body ached, his mind heavy with uncertainty. There was no telling how long this recovery would take—if it was even possible. But the fact that the creature had responded at all, that it had clung to those few words…

Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to pull it back from whatever abyss it had fallen into.

He leaned back, staring at the ceiling. How did he even end up in this situation? His life had been simple, isolated—exactly the way he wanted it. But now…

Andreas glanced at the sleeping werewolf.

Looks like he'll have to get used to not being by himself anymore.

[colourfulmes]

The Hallway. (pt 1? idk)

Phantom wakes up in a dream. Why is he dreaming about a hallway full of window murals?

Part 2 >

Phantom’s body didn’t feel real.

He felt his head in a daze, looked down at his hands and legs, and stood up straight without his cane nearby. His vision was blurred by the soft lights of the surroundings he was in. Adjusting his sights to the place he was in, it was a place he wasn’t familiar with.

The place Phantom stood was in the middle of an elongated Gothic-like hallway, walls covered in various colourful stained glass windows all telling individual stories, supported by dark stone bricks and carved frames touched by the masters of art. 

This wasn’t a place Phantom was familiar with, and the end of the hallways seemed so endless…

It wasn’t real…

He must be dreaming.

Knowing this fact, Phantom pondered if this realm was of his own making, or one of Natemare’s creations with his abilities of dream manipulation. Looking over the area again, this definitely wouldn’t be something Natemare’s simple chaotic mind could make. 

Phantom began walking forward, not knowing exactly where he was going but if he was lucid dreaming in this moment…his desires weren’t appearing as promised. The echoes of his footsteps rippled down the hallway as the sound bounced off the walls. Oddly silent for the place he found himself in.

The hallways were endless. 

Phantom took a deep breath. His mind wandered as he found himself walking….and walking…

It felt weird not walking with his cane…

And why was he dreaming? To his own knowledge, when was the last time he even ever slept…? 

So many unanswered questions filled the silence in his mind, his eyes fixated on every step he took forward, looking back up to the end of the hall, finally noticing something different.

Another figure.

“Hello..?” Phantom called out curiously, “I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be here…”

Phantom slowed his pace, approaching more cautiously as the figure concealed itself in the dark, between each stained glass window, hiding in inky shadow.

The figure turned their head to look over their shoulder, looking to Phantom. Their piercing red gaze staring at him.

Phantom slightly off guard by the gaze halts in his movement, hitching his breath receiving such an unexpected look…Is this how his brothers felt everytime he was upset…?

“No one else should be here…” A mirroring voice speaks from the figure, as they turned their whole body to face Phantom, who stood under the light of a colourful window. “Which one are you…?”

“Hah…sorry?”

“Which one. Which Phantom are you.” The figure spoke. Phantom took in their question but also their voice. It sounded just like his own, but more raspy, and demanding.

“Which Phantom?” Phantom let out a light chuckle, “I’m the only Phantom, excuse you…”

“No you’re not.” The figure then pointed towards the stained glass window across from Phantom. Looking at the bigger picture, it was mural of…himself, Phantom, but in an entirely different outfit, facial hair, pointed ears, holding a long scroll. Another one next to it was another mural, but of himself in a cowboy getup, holding an old-fashioned pistol. 

Looking at more and more of them it was all murals of Phantom, but all altered differently. Him as a merman, one of him in magical robes, another one of him as a medieval king, so on, and so fourth. An endless hallway of his being.

“Oh…I don’t entirely understand…” Phantom gazed at all these colourful murals, looking back to the figure, “What is this place…”

The figure let out a frustrated sigh as they crossed their arms. “This place…Is beyond the stars…it’s an endless hallway, proving the existence of…You. Phantom Sharp.” The figure explained, gesturing to those pieces of artistry once more.

“I’ve never heard of a place like this, do other people have this sort of thing?” Phantom asked the figure, as they responded with a shrug.

“I don’t know. I’ve been here for…god knows how long.” the figure let out a heavy sigh, exhaling through their nose. 

More and more questions stirred in Phantom’s head, he doubted he’d get any answers.

But he could try.

“If this realm is…a long hallway of various versions of me…then–” “Don’t get ahead of yourself just yet. You didn’t answer MY question first.”

The figure cut off Phantom as their gaze squinted at him, turning into a rude stare.

“I…” Wow. Rude…Phantom thought before continuing his response. “I don’t know.”

“Tell me…Tell me about yourself then.” The figure’s tone asked him in more a demanding sense, his gaze never faltering from Phantom’s reddish-brown eyes.

“Well…I suppose I’m a successful modern businessman, I own an emporium and bar, which I often make deals with the ambitious to make them successful, then take away those happy little lives for the prices of their will and soul.” Phantom explained himself, raising an eyebrow to the figure.

“Uh huh…got any more?”

“Hm…I live in a large home with 5 of my other siblings, Natemare, Skel, Gemstone, Heathen and…Nate- An annoying, idiotic group but I can’t lie…I care for them.” Phantom hummed, raising a hand to his chin as he thought.

The figure’s gaze slightly softened as a quickly glanced away from him then back to Phantom. “I see.”

“Now…before I was interrupted by you…Who are you?”

The figure paused in silence for a moment, before closing his eyes and taking a step into the light of the window, standing infront of Phantom.

The figure looked exactly like him. But worse.

His hair was in a mess, looking more bad than Mare’s bedhair, his eyebags dark as his skin looked pale and unhealthy, and his suit was the most odd.

It was like his own, but his tie and vest were a deep red, and darker splotches of red stained the vest as his buttoned up shirt was black. His pants were the same but tattered and stained on the knees, and his leather shoes…definetly needed a new pair.

The figure, or so…this sickly version of Phantom opened his red eyes to look at himself, a version who is much more tidier, organised…put together.

“You…” Phantom took a step closer reaching out to this broken version of himself wanting to get a closer look at this ruin…

BANG!

Phantom let out a groan of pain as he held his nose. His body hunched over his office desk, feeling the aftermath of hitting his nose. 

“Fuck…” Phantom groaned, opening his eyes as he leaned back on his chair, holding his nose. He could feel the blood try and trickle down as he tried to make sure he couldn’t let that happen.

Despite the bloody nose, he couldn’t stop thinking about that dream he had.

What was that all about…?

[icefrozendeadlyqueen]

What is a Mercenary doing in a World of Vampires? | Prologue

Pairing: X x Demetri, (Y/N) x Unknown (suggest a pairing for reader in the comments), Talita x Felix, etc.

Summary: Who knew Superstitions were real, shit. I am no longer skeptical.

Warning: Attempt murder, violence (let me know if I missed anything).

Word count: 684

a/n: Another Friday update! I had been dying with this idea, but I would appreciated any request or hearts. This is something I added on my phone.

Prologue (you are here), Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3,

Choose (y/n)'s mate

(Gif is not mine, but this is what the daggers look like)

X's POV

Informant everywhere now? They never bring good news.

An informant came by, I could see him from far off, he moves through the red cloaks using the shadows to his advantage as a good informant would.

A second before he crossed by me, he stick out the gold card, I did it on reflex taking the card without looking back. I fix my red cloak, there was an event in Volterra, they said this city used to be govern by Vampires sometime ago.

Everyone in the organization tends to avoid superstitions places.

A chuckle escapes my lips as an insignificant beliefs. Don't get me wrong I respect their opinions just ignored it all together.

"Vampires? Really". I scuff at the old wives' tale, "Now, they will say werewolves exist as well".

A large, 7-meter fountain in the Piazza, on my left. A breathes escape my lips Volterra has a especial place in my heart. I am not particularly know the reason, but my house is in a secure location near Volterra outskirts.

Everytime I feel down, having a good or a bad day, finished a mission, almost cut it too close, vacation, a flight back here, a city night with my girls, everything my reward is coming to Volterra to bath in the sun or just exist in Volterra.

I caught a glimpse of someone dart past by my side in a blur of motion. I turn my head stopping all together, a long cascading brown hair, runs through the piazza grande at running speed.

She wore a dark blue tshirt, jeans and some converse. She crash into some sparkly guy pushing him back into the doorway. I thought it was a trick of the light should be nobody sparkles last time I check. I move my arm to the sun seeing no sparkles.

"That's new", I mumbled under my breathes. I fix my red hood as the light of the sun iluminated the door like a video game quest.

Have I seen something like this before? One time I did, I slipped my hands to my cheeks slapping both of them continuosly. Maybe, I am dreaming.

I resume walking ignoring the second time Volterra had given me a sign. Similar to when I bought my house the clouds clear out leaving the sun to shine on it. It felt right to buy it, and I made it my personal fortress simple on the outside, but a heck of a house on the inside.

A tight thug on my heart a guilt pressure through my veins making it difficult not to turn back and test my fate.

"There is it, the main event", I heard a voice ahead of me. I stop glancing ahead of me. Six men various in height stood a couple steps in front of me. Who the hell are they? A shimmering object caught my eyes. They move it so my eyes could catch it better, Fuck it spiral daggers. I only know of one group of jackasses that used fancy daggers like that.

Aint this a treat.

"You are coming with us". One of them order, couldnt tell who said it all had red cloaks. The hood cover their eyes all the shit I said before makes me look fucking dumb. Why would these idiots attemp this shit so early on the day? Beats me.

"Has no one ever told you not to bring knives onto a gun fight?". I replied to them. I move my hands holding onto my revolvers inside my red cloak. A smile dresses my lips as I heard all of them laugh at my threat, "We, the Revolver 6, will take on you The Notorious 6 Vice Captain X".

People bump onto me to pass by. I place my guns back on their holsters. I took a step back as they took a step forward. Fuck! I turn darting past people back to those quest doors.

I could still follow Volterra's fate, shouldnt I? Lets do it.

[therethatstar]

i can’t stop thinking about how phum is doing almost every single thing under the sun to show peem how he feels. everything except an actual verbal confession. and i think it runs much deeper than a guy who’s bad at expressing his feelings. because everytime he goes even slightly near any kind of verbal confession, he doesn’t necessarily back track but he’s kind of leaving it hanging midair. hoping that somehow the message comes across clear enough to peem. specifically that scene where he told peem that he simply just wants to have a meal with him. the pause that follows. the way his eyes follow peem’s reaction. the way he’s WATCHING peem and reading him. the micro expression of that split second of hesitation and fear of being rejected had me crawling up the fucking wall. because just how neglected was he as a child? just how lonely and isolated has he been all of his life ? to the point of hesitating to do something so simple like asking someone to share a meal with him. that fear of rejection seems so much more deeply rooted. yet even then, he’s still trying and maybe at time, it seems like he’s taking 2 steps back and 1 step forward and it might be frustrating for us audiences to witness. but he’s trying. he pays attention to peem and he listens to him and he’s willing to learn and be better as long as peem allows him. from the little details that we have of his childhood, he could have turned out so differently. yet he has the healthiest relationship with his brother and he’s sincere and genuine and honest. he doesn’t look down on people and he always reading the room and knows when to insert himself into any situation. he apologizes and he tries his best to learn from his mistakes. he wears his heart on his sleeves and he goes all in when he cares for someone. he has probably witnessed and has been through a toxic environment within the family dynamic and he’s doing his best to break that cycle. and i’ll be doomed to not root for such person.

yes, perhaps he got off on a bad start with us and with peem. he’s surely not perfect. he’s very much flawed. but my god, isn’t he trying to be better. because after all, was any of us born inherently good?

he’s absolutely becoming my favorite in this show and i will go to every extent to defend him.

[mo0nylupinn]

hii ml you you have an amazing day! so i have a few shifting doubts if you don’t mind!i have known it since 2020 and attempted many times in 2021,but i havent tried ever since lol.In 2021 I *think* i shifted,i did the pillow method and my eyes opened instantly(how i scripted they would once i got in my dr),my feet n hands were tingling and i was laying down watching some white above me(like the ceiling above me.could have been in my cr room but my lights were off and it was nightime).i thought it was too soon for me to open my eyes, so i closed them and i shifted back lol

but anyway srry for the long story!i have some trouble with setting intention,do you have any tips?i know i can shift and trust myself-mainly because i think that what happened in 21’ was shifting,but i dont really know what to affirm and how to set an intention

Hii! Thanks it was a good day, hope yours also was. However, thank you for fhe message. It’s my first time receiving one so I hope to be helpful.

I think that you shifted in 2021, and your experience with the lights is an evidence, in my opinion. You should have more faith in yourself :)

Regarding the intention and the affermations, the law of assumption could help you a lot, and I can give you a “guide” in hope that I can help you.

1 first, you must convince yourself that you are a master shifter, that you can shift in any reality you want without problems and in a simple way, as simple as drinking a glass of water;

2 think that you already are in your desired reality, try affirm during the day that you already are in your desired reality, and do things that help you internally/with the mindset. Another advice is to do this (affirmations) multiple times during the day; the robotic affermations are a popoular ‘method’ to manifest shifting (law of assumption) and different shifters have been using them, successfully. I know that it can be hard, but remember to repeat them constantly. You can also use meditations to believe in all all those affirmations, everytime more convinced then the other. You can also visualize your DR self, or visualize you already in that place;

3 you must have a lot of faith in the process, not only in yourself and in your abilities. You have to believe in what you’re doing. Also, if you can't see immediately the results, remember that this is not the end of the world and don’t demoralise yourself, remember that you're doing many steps forward each time;

4 when you are shifting, focus on your DR, try methods or anything that you know can help you. Remember that the methods were never meant to stress you: they should relax, make you enjoy, and help with the concentration. Or you can not use them (you can shift even without methods) but, if you want to discover what’s better for you, using them and taking notes of what works and what not, is a great idea;

5 an advice that I always give is never tell "oh today I'll try", "i‘ll try but maybe I’ll wake up here again..." or something like that. But tell yourself “I am shifting" and not trying, start convinced and don't doubt. It's there waiting for you, the key is you and your trust in yourself.

[its-all-or-nothing94]

Formual 1 / MotoGP Fusion - Part 6

Summary: You are the first female MotoGP rider ever. You race for KTM Factory Racing, leaving Jack Miller your teammate, and one of your main sponsors is Red Bull. You grew up with most of the riders but your best friend is the multiple MotoGP Champion Marc Marquez. After your horrific crash the year before, you are ready to start the new season and probably a new love?

Pre-Story - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

A/N: Some pics are just random people - I know, I know, but they fit ;)

Ship: Not telling yet (Marc Marquez, Carlos Sainz or Charles Leclerc)

Warnings: none

Taglist: @laneyspaulding19, @luciaexcorvus, @raizelchrysanderoctavius

💥 Love Triangle Chronicles Continue: Y/N Y/L/N Kisses Carlos Sainz After F1 Miami GP, but Y/L/N's Twitter Comment Leaves Fans Bewildered! 💔😘

😱 The rollercoaster of emotions continues as conflicting signals bewilder fans, while Pierre Gasly's defense adds a new twist to the love saga! 💔🤔

In a stunning turn of events after the F1 Miami Grand Prix, the love triangle involving MotoGP star Y/N Y/L/N, Charles Leclerc, and Carlos Sainz has taken yet another dramatic twist, leaving fans utterly bewildered. After an exhilarating race where Leclerc finished in P7 and Sainz secured P5, a captivating picture emerged, capturing Y/L/N congratulating Sainz with a tender kiss on the cheek, fueling the belief that they are more than just friends. However, Y/L/N's recent comment on Twitter has cast a cloud of confusion over the entire affair, leading fans to question the true nature of her relationships. 💔😘🤔

The image, capturing the intimate moment between Y/L/N and Sainz, sent shockwaves through the racing community, with fans leaning towards Team Sainz as the preferred romantic interest for Y/L/N. Hearts shattered and emotions ran high as fans passionately declared their allegiance to their chosen driver in the hopes of capturing Y/L/N's heart. 💔💑🔥

However, just as fans were beginning to celebrate the apparent confirmation of the Y/L/N-Sainz romance, a surprising tweet from Y/L/N herself threw everything into disarray. In her comment, she emphatically stated that she and Sainz are merely friends, leaving followers in a state of confusion and raising questions about the true nature of the kiss shared after the race. 🤔💔

Adding another layer of intrigue to the already complex love saga, Charles Leclerc's best friend and fellow F1 driver, Pierre Gasly, stepped forward to defend his companion, asserting that Sainz and Y/L/N are indeed just friends. Gasly's intervention only served to further complicate matters, leaving fans wondering if he is trying to protect his best friend's interests or if there is more to the story than meets the eye. 🕵️‍♀️🔍

With conflicting signals and a web of emotions entangling the racing world, fans are left with more questions than answers. Will the true nature of Y/L/N's romantic connections ever be unveiled, or will this love triangle continue to confound and captivate us all? Stay tuned as the high-octane drama continues to unfold both on and off the track! 🏁🌟

yourusername22 ☑️ Le Mans Circuit Bugatti, France

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yourusername22 Great Q2 with @jackmilleraus on P4 and P3 for me! We gonna rock this race @ktmfactoryracing!!

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ktmfactoryracing 🥳👏🏼👏🏼 We’re so proud! jackmilleraus 👏🏼😁

marcmarquez93 You almost got me, goof yourusername22 Lucky you! I’ll get you tomorrow 😉

motogp Finally we’re back! 💪🏼

charles_leclerc Well done! 👏🏻

f1baaabe Okay, me literally screaming, everytime Charles interacts with Y/N!!! 😱😱😱 amex798 Right? I wanna finally see them together!

🌟 Leclerc's Surprise Appearance at MotoGP Le Mans: Charles Supports Y/L/N as She Secures P3 in Qualifying! 💥🏍️ ☑️ 

😱 Love triangle takes a backseat as attention turns to an unexpected MotoGP rendezvous and Y/L/N's impressive performance! 🤩

In a stunning twist to the ongoing love triangle saga, F1 star Charles Leclerc was spotted at the MotoGP Le Mans in France, putting the focus momentarily on the racetrack rather than the tangled web of relationships. The Monagesque driver surprised fans as he appeared to support his rumored love interest, Y/N Y/L/N, who delivered an impressive performance by securing P3 in the qualifying session. 💥🏍️🇫🇷

While rumors of a romance between Y/L/N and Leclerc have been circulating, the attention temporarily shifted to their professional endeavors as Y/L/N's outstanding achievement took center stage. Fans were captivated by her prowess on the track, leaving the love debate momentarily on hold. The electrifying atmosphere at Le Mans was charged with excitement as Y/L/N showcased her skills, leaving spectators in awe. 🏆🌟

As the dust settled from the thrilling qualifying session, attention inevitably returned to the ongoing love saga. Fans, who had been leaning towards Team Sainz after Y/L/N's affectionate gesture at the F1 Miami GP, were left pondering the true nature of her connections once again. Y/L/N's recent comment on Twitter stating that she and Sainz are just friends added another layer of confusion, fueling speculation and raising questions about her interactions with Leclerc. 😘💔🤔

Adding to the intrigue, Charles Leclerc's best friend, Pierre Gasly, previously defended Sainz and Y/L/N's friendship, leading fans to wonder if his presence at the MotoGP race was a subtle show of support for Y/L/N's racing achievements rather than a romantic gesture. The love triangle saga continues to twist and turn, captivating fans with every unexpected development. 💔🔥🔄  

As the racing world eagerly awaits the next chapter in this enthralling narrative, the focus now shifts back to the MotoGP Le Mans race itself. Will Y/L/N's outstanding performance on the track translate into a victorious finish, further intensifying the love triangle storyline? Buckle up, racing enthusiasts, for the journey is far from over, and the final lap promises to be the most exhilarating yet! 🏁🌟

[i-like-anything-water]

chlonette secret admirer au where pollen leaves her gifts to Marinette because

1.) she can't run fast enough so she'd get caught since for some reason Marinette is both clumsy but athletic af

2.) Pollen can go undetected by technology and people in general

3.) She's trying to be better so she won't abuse her powers as Queen Bee and Pollen offered so technically...

Pollen looks at her holder who's pacing in a circle along the carpeted floor. A bouquet of flowers they handpicked this morning lay on the table along with a box of cupcakes Chloe had made (she lent the materials and ingredients needed because she can't bake to save her life) with Alya's mother and a scented card with her message. It was the common apology gift that humans have had since she was brought to this world yet she finds it cute everytime.

"She's going to think someone broke into her house and left some random objects! Oh god, what if she thinks she has a stalker and feels scared instead?!" Pollen couldn't help but buzz in amusement. She was pretty sure her holder's subject of affections wasn't easily deterred by a stalker. Plus, it wasn't stalking! It was just... mysteriously dropping gifts to a person's room. Huh, she really needs to read more regarding this generation's rules on courtship.

"I don't think that will be the case, My Queen," she's sure Tikki would see her anyway. And she's sure Tikki wouldn't snitch on them, yet. "I can safely deposit the gifts without drawing suspicion or ill-will! However, if you feel as if we are taking a step too far forward, I can leave it in her doorstep instead." While she wanted to help her chosen very much regarding her feelings for the ladybug holder, she valued her comfort and decisions above it.

It will take time, and she's frankly not sure if the feelings would be reciprocated. Granted, the previous ladybug and bee holders did end up eventually and happily but she didn't want to bet her holder's love on simply luck. Still, it was worth taking a risk and she's always excited whenever it's a ladybug holder that's gotten her holder's attention.

"I don't know..." Chloe still looked unsure, her eyes darting to the gifts on the table and back to the floating Kwami. "I'm Chloe Bourgeois and I'm panicking, which is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!"

Pollen simply looked at her.

Chloe sighed, her shoulders sagging, "but I'm also Chloe Bourgeois and Queen Bee. I'm changing and... Marinette is a good person. If she ever finds out, I at least know she won't make fun of me for it. But god I'd rather wear the same outfit twice than have her find out!"

Pollen smiled as she flew close to the blabbering blonde and laid a paw on her cheek, "We shall find out together, My Queen."

That seemed to ease the hero's nerves, her nervous expression replaced with a confident grin and determination. "Thanks, Pollen. We should get going now. I wouldn't want to miss seeing her!"

"Thank you, Pollen," she smiled warmly at the Kwami, the sun shining through her blonde locks and calm blue eyes. The crown sat snuggly on her head, the gem gleaming like the ocean on a sunny morning. Pollen smiled back, floating to rest atop the blonde's shoulder. "We should get going now. I wouldn't want to miss seeing her!"

Ah, fate. Bees did find ways to see Ladybugs. Pollen wonders how this would turn out this time.

"Pollen, Buzz On!"

The familiar burst of energy flew through the Kwami and she couldn't help the little jump before she was sucked in the comb.

[chaoshoranghae]

Dreamies and curly hair

platonic

Gender neutral

Mark - 

learning progress together 

he absolutely loves your natural hair and would love to know how to take care of it 

he wants to be able to do, at least this for you 

def a long night together 

almost have to show it to him as a presentation 

visuals, step by steps

explaining if your hair needs more protein or moisturizer 

what each product does 

simple lazy day routines 

full wash day routines 

he loves it 

its a major part of who you are and he would love to be able to know about it and help you with it 

especially on days where its a low energy kind of day but you really need to wash it, dw he got your back 

would def say he's not as good at it but would try

def talks to johnny or his older hyungs about it, how interesting and different it is compared to what he knows

would write a song about curly hair or the process, atleast mentions of it 

you finally let him do the process by himself completely alone and later on posts pics "styled by my wonderful hairstylist bf" or "did yall know being an idol is a coverup for being a hairstylist"

he would be showing everyone your post about him 

Renjun - 

hes so into self care that he naturally might know a little about it 

especially when you have damaged hair and are trying to bring your curls back 

he is bringing out all the old chinese methods on hair recovery 

he loves your natural hair so much, will get a little pouty if you straighten it

the entire environment is so relaxing, candles lit, soft music running even him singing 

the vibes are immaculate 

once he knew how good he was at it, you will never touch your own hair again 

at this point its a routine, one of the things he looks forward to 

its intimate, just you and him, he might even give you some back massages, with being bent over doing your hair has it hurting 

or hes so in control you can completely relax and will read a book 

i would trust this guy with my hair 

Jeno 

a lesson learned together 

he's so used to his hair and the stylists doing his hair he never knew this much time, effort and money would go into your hair 

when ever he's shopping and sees a hair product he sends it to you immediately wondering if this would be good to try 

he's so optimistic about it 

he's the reason why you haven't gave up on your curls and permanently straighten it 

try out a new product and completely changed the way your hair looks for the worst 

but hes so motivated 

he relates what you hair needs to like working out and if you need more protein or to cut 

would totally make use of your wash/ style day and take a bunch of pictures 

consistent praises and compliments about how beautiful your hair is 

he wants to cater to his partner and absolutely make her love her hair 

Haechan 

he would bring a binder

step by step yk with his own visuals 

he would gamify it, like him getting good at it is his increasement of level or smth yk 

or he would “upgrade” and its a new hairstyle that he has mastered 

do not talk to him until he was good at it, he would be ready to practice until he had it down 

until you had to explain to him that wetting/washing  your hair everyday isn’t necessary 

he was so sad, you swear he was going to buy a mannequin head to practice on, locked away in your room

you guys go out? he brings up your hair to all of your friends about good and pretty it is, 1) to fish for compliments 2) because he wants you to hear compliments and feel better about your hair

bro is constantly touching it/[playing with it 

he absolutely loves it

always talking about his gfs hair 

he loves doing funky hairstyles for cosplaying or halloween 

hes like mark, telling everyone but he's so annoying about it 

the members have a jar for everytime he brings it up and has to put money in

like bro will not shut 

Jaemin 

bro would have princesscore hairstyle boards for you 

if you weren’t a princess before now you are 

i feel like he already learned before you because that was your hair type and he wanted to impress you or he's just naturally good at??? 

just like jeno he is so encouraging oh my gosh 

he always organizes your products in order 

if he sees your running low he’ll subtly see if you want a replacement or a new product and buy one for you 

he is so delicate with your hair oh my gosh 

no pulling, no tangles, no pain 

if you fallen asleep without braiding it or putting it up in a bonnet dw jaemins got you 

like leave it up to him

he knows your face shape and recommend hairstyles that fit your face shape and ones to avoid 

jaemin = personal stylist 

takes such perfect candids of you and your beautiful hair 

bro even writes little notes about how beautiful you look and how 

like the self hate you have on your hair from years of people telling you to straigten is gone 

bro will take the straightener so it won’t even come to mind 

Chenle 

he’s so 

at random just bulk of hair products coming to your place with no letter or sign 

will never admit that it was him though

a person really got to you about your hair recently and you've straighten it? he’ll do perm his hair so you guys can have “matching curls” 

like how dare you hate on something he loves 

he has absolutely no clue what any product does but he's seen your likes on ig and amazon lists

so he just buys them 

i think he's a little afraid to do it himself tbh 

so you have him do little by little yk 

first the brushing

which oh my gosh, hes just a tad bit rough with it tbh 

he compared your hair to daegals fur… 

which kinda threw you for a loop but realized he meant it in a weird compliment way as he absolutely adores daegal 

like he loves brushing her fur 

not one to trust with my hair though 

Jisung 

this poor boy 

hes allowed to watch and thats it 

like honestly i think the first couple of times he would be so amazed by how the whole process works that 

like he wouldn’t even suggest to help or learn he's just amazed 

but he does wanna help so he can help you out with the process, unlike the other ones who are completely allowed to take over

he's allowed simple processes like brushing hair or wetting it. 

teaching him prayer hands to apply products is a work in process 

he almost thinks of it as like a dance? 

once he learns the new world of curly hair he will be asking everyone about it and if they have curly hair 

he’s asking his hair stylists about it 

it’s a whole new world for him tbh like 

no matter how many times you explained your hair type and if what it needs he will ask again and again

he esp likes wash day where he gets to spend time with you as he helps alittle with your hair and you can ramble about life or he does

Who I would trust with my hair 

Jaemin 

Renjun

Haechan

Jeno

Chenle

Mark

Jisung

i could not decide who would get the binder it was between renjun/haechan/jeno

i tried enough to make them all different yk

[lyss-sketchbox]

if u saw the new trailer whats ur opinion?

im very excited for skirk,,,,

OH BUDDY YOUVE OPENED THE FLOODGATES CUZ IVE BEEN SPAMMING MY FRIEND WITH THEORIES LIKE HFJDJDJDJ I WAS SCREAMING THE ENTIRE TIME

Obvious spoilers for the fontaine archon quest in general for my thoughts and interpretations

Okay FIRST OF ALL NEUVI SENTENCING FURINA TO DEATH.

Okay so refer to what neuvi said at the end of Act 4 where 'all sovereigns are not im full dragonhood and it can only happen IF THEIR ARCHON DISAPPEARS'. I was hoping that Furina would somehow relinquish the gnosis or her godhood to Neuvi to let him be full dragonhood and stop the flood and WELL THIS LINES UP.

1) arlecchino did say furina was not archon like or has something wrong with her, 2) her playable character model HAS A VISION!!!!!!! 3) Iirc but her promo art, the one with the white bg with nation symbols on it, people say that it didnt have the symbols an archon would.

She's DEFINITELY losing her godhood here somehow and man. MAN IM SO EXCITED TO SEE HOW THIS PLAYS OUT

Second of all FURINA or should i say the HYDRO ARCHON as a whole

She sounded MAD when she stated she wanted to use her own trial to show the world the true meaning of justice. This leads me to believe that focalors DOES have some sort of multiple sides/personalities to her. Especially with her announcing HER OWN TRIAL through the 3rd person.

And well one of these sides is either Egeria's manifestation or furinas actual 'TRUE lady justice' side. A bit of a stretch but one of the official art in the livestream is multiple depictions of furina so it can be a lil nudge ya know.

NEUVILLETTE!!!! NEUVI NEUVI NEUVI!!!

MAN ID KILL TO SEE THIS MAN IN ACTION FULLY ANIMATED, LET HIM BE FULL DRAGON AND KICK ASS!!!!! IM BEGGING YOU HOYOVERSE LET HIM BE MORE AWESOME!!!!

Okay this man definitely was acquainted to Egeria in some way and this extends to Furina as well (BECAUSE HE LOOKS SO SAD LIKE WHAT HAPPENED TO CRACK THIS MANS FACADE). I like to believe that Egeria and Neuvi might have a sort of Mentor/mentee/passing of the torch relationship. Because in so far everytime we hear Egeria, she talks to neuvi as if to hope that he will learn to understand humanity or learn his purpose or find SOMETHING (i forgot exactly what she says). But yeah he clearly holds her to high regard and that sentiment might extend to furina either because Egeria entrusted Neuvi with Furina, his loyalty to Egeria and Fontaine, or Furina just reminded him of Egeria and regardless of the trial still didn't want harm to come to his archon.

Okay a step back, we know that neuvi has holes about his past when he came to the world as the sovereign successor. And his line (i think its his idk) 'i seem to remember now... this trial is...' could be a call back of something Egeria told him from the past.

I firmly believe that this prophecy was actually a trial for NEUVILLETTE and not FURINA. It could be a final trial for him and his understanding of his position as chief justice and humanity. WHICH would tie into Egeria's line

and neuvi's line

Finally the GNOSIS

Okay the most obvious place is in the Oratrice. I feel like because Egeria isn't truly dead (from the who Amrita thing), it's possible that she lives in the Oratrice where she guides Neuvi and Furina. That's why it seems like it has its own conciousness and agenda. It's why it falsely accused Childe (and presumably Furina too). It might be why neuvi i think says this.

Anyways theres NO WAY the gnosis is staying in the oratrice lmao. There's bound to be a power transfer, the oratrice might be dead or dismantled because of its previous 'wrong' accusation for childe. And well im very much hoping it goes to Neuvi where he'll finally have his own meaning of Justice and no longer needs the assistance of the Oratrice to make judgements

I dont have much to say about Skirk, im most certainly looking forward to skirk childe interaction. Im guessing shes there at the abyss side either for the Narssizkruenz (fack spelling) ordo relation or well.. the gnosis. Im taking a random guess that she and the abyss might take away the gnosis to prevent celestia from descending early because fontaine is giving back the power they stole from a sovereign back to him.

ANYWAYS IM HYPED IM SO INSANE WAAAAAAAAAA

[2dmenenthusiast]

Last Night on Earth Pt. 8

(Ethan Winters x Gn!Reader)

bye this part took a million years to write and im sorry!!! There's also no Ethan in this chapter since this covers the Not a Hero DLC, but he will be back in the next one or the one after! I hope you all enjoy it even though I'm not super satisfied with this chapter hah

Alsoo quick note for chris's characterization, im sort of switching it up a bit? They made chris super rigid in re7 and re8, which is understandable considering all he's been through and all that, but I want him to keep a bit of his personality from re5 and vendetta. So if it switches up a lot, thats why!

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9

"Just so you know, if the mine collapses on us and we get trapped, I'm not giving you permission to eat me."

Chris sighed as you put your headgear on, switching to the nightvision to make sure it worked and promptly blinding yourself.

"Hopefully it won't have to come to that. You were debriefed, correct?"

You gave him a thumbs up while turning your rifle over, closely examining it. The weapon felt heavy and familiar in your hand.

"Lost contact with the first team, Lucas, the Connections. I pay attention."

Chris didn't seem amused at all. Just raising his eyebrows before diverting his attention forward.

"Just follow my lead and keep an eye out."

"Right. And if we end up weaponless and cornered I can defend us with the stick up your ass."

He huffed, and you straightened your shoulders as the elevator came to a stop, and you stepped back into the mine. You were immediately flooded with the not so far away memories of Eveline worming her way into your brain as the caves had collapsed around you and Ethan. The long claws of the monster that had slashed through your back, and apparently killed you. Your chest felt tight, shallow breaths clouding your mask as an overwhelming anxiousness clouded over you.

That’s right.

You died down here.

Chris’s hand landed on your shoulder.

“Hey. Are you alright?”

You gulped and quickly nodded, pushing down every instinct to run and silencing all of your screaming thoughts. Your breathing calmed, and you locked eyes with the Captain.

“I’m fine. Can we get this show on the road?”

He just gave you a look and walked ahead. You took that as your que to follow. You weren’t surprised to see a couple molded monsters still brambling around. Just because Evie was dead didn’t mean the mold wasn’t still alive. From what you’ve read, you knew she didn’t necessarily control it, she was more of a conduit.

You were quick to react when one stumbled around the corner, your feet stepping into a trained and remembered stance while your arms raised. Two silenced bullets took the monster’s head off. Chris said nothing.

Both of you worked as a team to take out any creatures you saw, and you were like a well oiled machine. Chris would go left while you went right, watched your six while you went ahead. Ethan was a good fighter for a man who’d been thrown into a situation he’d never been in before. But everytime you came across one of those things, a twinge of fear would spike through you before you had to force it down and push forward.

Now? You felt strong. Confident. Chris was a well trained soldier, one you could hopefully put your full trust in. And working with him reminded you of how damn good you used to be at your job. It gave you a sense of pride.

Of course, you deflated a bit when a molded came out of nowhere, and Chris absolutely annihilated it with a single punch to its head. He had barely even made a grunt of effort when its head squashed like a moldy grape on impact, and you were glad he couldn’t see your face through the mask, otherwise he’d see your jaw currently touching the floor. When he moved ahead without another word— like it was completely normal— and realized you weren’t moving, he stopped and turned to face you.

“What?”

“Christ, you punch fuckin’ boulders for a living?”

He cleared his throat.

“Uh—”

You moved past before he could properly answer, knowing you wouldn’t be surprised if the answer was yes.

Imagine if that was part of your drills.

“Alright, maggots! Give me twenty boulder punches!”

The mental image made you snicker, and you ignored the curious tilt of Chris’s head. When you heard a cough in the distance, it made you freeze. Chris silently pointed forward, his gun raised, and you followed him up a set of metal stairs and into a familiar room. You instantly recognized the grimy tubs and the smashed computer on the floor from when you found out Lucas was working with The Connections, and the memory made you clench your teeth. You held so much anger for that slimy bastard that it made your chest hurt.

What was different about the room, though, were the two soldiers clad in the exact same gear you both wore laying on the floor. One awake and clearly injured, while the other one lay prone. You assumed he was probably killed by one of the creatures lurking down here. Chris immediately moved to help, while you stood back.

“We’re gettin’ you outta here.”

The soldier shook his head. “Leave me. It’s too late,” he strained, and his head moved back to expose the explosive wrapped around his neck.

Shit.

“Chris—”

“We’re all walking out of here, alright?”

“I got news for you.” The body you thought was dead sat up and slapped something around Chris’s wrist, and you immediately recognized the voice. “That’s not gonna happen!”

Your gun was aimed at his head before you could even think about it, and so was the Captain’s, but Lucas quickly threatened to blow him up if he even tried anything. You wanted to scream, curse him to hell and blow his fucking brains out. But, you kept your cool with a shuddered breath. He couldn’t see your face under the mask. It was possible he didn’t know it was you.

He took off his head gear, and when he cast his gaze towards you, you almost froze.

“You. Get over here. Or I uh, might get a little trigger happy with this switch, here.”

His thumb hovered over the button to the detonator, and you hesitantly made your way forward. Securing a similar bomb over your wrist, you stumbled away from him before he could do anything else. Not like he needed to be close to you to kill you now. One push of a button, and you both were both done for.

How funny. You spent what felt like an eternity tonight barely making it out of this hellhole by the skin of your teeth, only to throw yourself back in. But, it was your choice. And you’d be damned if you let Lucas get away.

“Now you can try and take that off all you want, but I’d advise against. My hand might slip and uh… boom!”

Chris shouted his name while he pressed on the detonator, and the soldier’s head exploded in a visceral mess. The force knocked Chris on his back, and everything screamed in you to react. To do something. But you were scared to even move, not knowing what Lucas would do if you did, and too afraid to find out.

“Now here’s the deal. Y’all don’t follow me, and I won’t have to bounce your heads off the ceiling. The same goes for your other little soldier friends, too. Adios, muchachos.”

Lucas laughed, and as soon as he stepped out the door, particles and gas began filling up the room. Another one of your brother’s sick tricks. You grabbed Chris’s arm and helped him to his feet, while a female voice spoke through your earpiece.

“I’m picking up airborne spores. It’s the E-type mutamycete. Your mask will switch automatically to rebreather mode. Make sure you’re keeping an eye on your oxygen tank.”

“Thank you, beautiful, disembodied voice.”

You and Chris rushed through room after room to get away from the gas, the woman warning you whenever your tank got too low. It was like a race against the clock, the longer you spent in the infected air, the closer you were to infection and maybe death. Once you were finally free of the contamination, you let out a deep breath and noticed that Chris wasn't even phased. Of course, he's got a couple decades on you. He's probably been doing this almost as long as you've been alive.

"You should head back and get that bomb on your arm deactivated," the voice said.

"Absolutely not," you interrupted. Chris just gave you a look. "There's no time, we're not letting him get away."

He sighed, but didn't protest. "They’re right. We can't let him get a head start."

"Understood. Just be careful."

When she got off coms, Chris cleared his throat. "You're calling the shots now, I take it?"

"What? Can't give up control?"

He let out a huff that bordered on a chuckle, and wordlessly continued forward. You wished you could get a read on the man. He had obviously seen and experienced things you couldn’t imagine, working for an organization that dealt with dangerous bioweapons on the daily. If this was the man he is now, you’d like to imagine who he was before he was exposed to such a harsh life.

The further you got into the mine, the more you ran into those creatures and were exposed to contaminated air. You were surprised Lucas didn’t lay more traps for you along the way, but you guessed he didn’t need to when the sweet promise of death was currently strapped to your arm.

Finally, you walked into a larger room with abandoned mining equipment scattered everywhere, along with some type of control system in the middle. There was a clown face painted on it, a big red button making up its nose, and there were three metal shutters— two on your left and one on your right. Blue, red, green.

“What color you feelin’?”

“What?”

You pointed to each door. “Green. Red. Blue. Which one?”

Chris sighed. “Red, I guess.”

You gave a thumbs up and started towards the door, when Chris placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Stay behind me, okay?”

“Aw, look who wants to protect me.”

“Yes. From yourself.”

The shutter rose, and whatever humorous air lingered around you was immediately weighed down by the seriousness that suddenly radiated off of Chris, and you knew it was time to get serious, too. You immediately realized why he was deemed Captain. He oozed authority. Every move and action was purposeful and swift. Not to mention he was an absolute brute. He could probably wrap his arm around your head and crush it like a grape with his bicep.

Soon, you came across a gated cell door, and one of Umbrella’s men was locked behind it. His arms were trapped on either side of him in one of Lucas’s machines, and his clothes were covered in blood.. You could only imagine what horrible things he had planned for him.

“Hey, you alright in there?”

The man lazily lifted his head, letting out a pained groan.

“Redfield?”

“We’re gonna find the key and get you out, okay? Don’t worry.”

You hoped Chris was right. That you could save some of these men. But knowing your brother, you had a strong feeling that you wouldn’t. You wouldn’t voice that, though.

Taking an elevator up into another large area of the mine, an eerie feeling immediately shot through you, and you wondered if Chris felt it too. You also wondered how the fuck you were supposed to find a damn key in this place!

“Chris, I don’t—”

He quickly shushed you, and you paused. He shushed you?!

You opened your mouth to say something else, but stopped your own thoughts from spewing out when he pointed to a green crate. Dismembered mannequins sat inside, and an arm was taped upright with a single key dangling from the hand.

Oh.

Well now you just felt stupid.

Your arm reached out to grab it, but before your fingers even grazed the key, the crate was raised up high in the air and out of your reach. You dropped your hand to your side with a defeated sigh.

Of course.

“Fuckin’ asshole.”

“We have to find some way to get it down.”

He wandered off, you assumed to find the controls to bring the crate back down, and you shook your head. You solved enough of Lucas’s puzzles for the rest of your lifetime. You weren’t about to participate in any more when the solution was much simpler.

“Nope. Fuck this.”

Raising your pistol, you aimed carefully and pulled the trigger, watching the bullet hit the mannequin hand at lightning speed before the key fell out of the crate and into your open palm. You turned to Chris, who stood silently, and dangled the key from your finger. For your own satisfaction, you imagined his face was currently slack-jawed in awe.

The loud thumping behind you mixed with the ground shaking under your feet cut your celebration short, and you turned to see a large, smoking figure brambling towards you.

“Oh, fuck.”

This thing was way bigger than any other creature you had dealt with, smoke emanating from its white skin as it only seemed to get bigger with every step it took towards you. You both attempted to shoot at it, but you were immediately met with a message in the top left corner of your mask.

“HIGH REGENERATION TARGET UNAFFECTED.”

“Oh, that’s just awesome!”

As the thing got closer to Chris, you grabbed his wrist in a death grip and yanked him out of its path.

“We gotta run!”

The idea of running away didn’t seem to compute with him for a moment, but he had no choice as you were dragging him away and towards the elevator. You practically leaped inside and slammed your hand down on the button, slumping against the metal wall in relief once the doors slid closed and you began descending

“Your guys can take care of that thing. Holy shit.”

He wordlessly put his hand out towards you, and it didn’t click until you suddenly remembered that you went through all that for a stupid key. You placed it in his hand, and he didn’t hesitate to move forward once the elevator doors opened. The man was still in the same place you left him, (Of course he was. Not like he could just walk out of there.) and Chris quickly unlocked the door. You carefully examined the room as you went forward, making sure there weren’t any traps waiting for you to trip on, while Chris went to console his comrade. You didn’t like this. It felt too easy.

“Everything’s alright now,” Chris said.

The man shook his head. “That’s just what he wants you to think. I’m just the bait. And you both fell for it.”

Couldn’t have told us that sooner?

As soon as he finished speaking, the room began to fill with contaminated air, and Chris muttered a curse to himself. You noticed this strain was stronger than it was previously, your oxygen going down by the millisecond.

“Take my filter. Hurry!”

“But you’ll die!” 

The soldier shook his head. “I’m dead anyway.” 

He said it like he accepted it a long time ago, and you were hit with the familiarity of it. It was only hours ago you felt that way, too.

It was almost too quick to catch, but a spinning blade zoomed forward and began descending towards the man’s head. Chris screamed Lucas's name in protest and shot at his crude invention, but it was no use. So, you stood, and watched in horror as this man met an inevitable, painful death.

The blades sliced through his neck, and his head hit the floor with a disgusting thud as blood spewed onto the ground. You’ve watched plenty of people die, but you don’t think you’ve ever seen it done so horrifically. The sight made you nauseous. You couldn’t imagine how Chris was feeling.

You realized then not only was this a trap for you and Chris, it was also a sick show of control. Even if Chris wouldn’t die from Lucas’s gadgets, he still wanted the satisfaction of putting the man through hell by making him watch his comrades die. And that sickened you the most.

Does he ever talk about this stuff? Does he confide in anyone about what he’s seen? You hoped he did. After seeing what he has, you wondered if he ever slept. You couldn’t most nights after you went on leave, even less when your whole life and family was flipped upside down. You began to think about how similar you were. He dealt with bioweapons for a living, and you lived under the constant watch of one for three years. He probably had plenty of stories. Could probably tell you things you couldn’t even imagine.

You felt sorry for him.

Bending down, he took the high grade filter off the mask— since he clearly wouldn’t need it anymore— and held it out towards you. Your eyes widened.

“Are you serious? I can’t take it. You need it!”

He shook his head. “I’m not letting a civilian die!”

“And I’m not letting you die! This is not a negotiation!”

He said your name through gritted teeth, but as you watched your oxygen get lower and lower, nearing zero, you snatched it out of his hand and attached it to his mask before he could move away, the piece fitting in with a satisfying ‘click’.

“Are you insane?!”

You don’t know why you did it. Why you constantly felt the need to put the lives of people you barely knew in front of your own, but you never regretted it. Even if it meant your own death. You watched as your oxygen finally hit zero, and you swallowed thickly, ready to choke on your weak attempts to breathe.

But nothing happened.

You blinked in surprise. Why do you feel perfectly fine?

You imagined Chris was just as surprised by your lack of struggling to breathe, and you proceeded to lift your hands towards your mask. He snatched your hand..

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Just let me try somethin’, okay?”

He continued to protest, but you didn’t listen, the seal of your mask coming undone as you lifted it off your head and took a breath.

Nothing. Not even a cough.

“What the hell…” Chris muttered.

“Come on, there’s no time to talk about it right now. We gotta get out of here before your oxygen runs out.”

He nodded and followed you until you were back in the main area of the cave, but your mind was still reeling. Why weren’t you affected by the contagion? Was Lucas tricking you? No, that didn’t seem right. The goal was to kill you, not scare you. So what did that leave?

Were you…? No. There’s no way you were immune.

You didn’t realize Chris was speaking until he tapped your shoulder, and you blinked out of your zoned out state.

“Huh?”

“Can you explain what happened back there? Why didn’t you mention you were immune to the virus?”

You stuttered for a response. “I-I… I don’t know what happened. You’re about as clueless as me.”

Your coms came to life with the sound of a familiar female voice.

“It could be due to your prolonged exposure to the E series, your body naturally created the antibodies needed to fight the virus on its own.”

You shook your head. “That’s insane. That’s…”

You thought back to when Ethan said you died, how you came back and felt better. Then back to when you got the vaccine, and how you didn’t feel any effect. You must’ve already been cured when you woke up. Still, that didn’t explain the miraculous healing of your injuries.

“We don’t have time to dwell on it now. Keep your headgear on, though. We don’t want Lucas finding out that it’s you.”

You nodded and placed your helmet back on, while Chris muttered what he’d do to your brother when he found him.

“Just remember we need him alive, Chris,” the woman said.

You grit your teeth, trying not to let your emotions spill out. You knew that’s what Umbrella wanted, to get information out of him. But like hell you were letting him walk out of here alive. And you didn’t care who you pissed off by killing him.

Doing a quick ammo check, you and Chris decided the green shutter door was next on your list, doom settling deep in your gut as the door slowly screeched open. You were met with a short set of stairs leading through a narrow pathway, and resigned yourself to standing behind Chris. There was no way you'd be able to walk next to him in here.

The layout was almost like a maze, walking down one path only to turn and walk through an identical one. You felt like you needed a map to navigate this place. Of course, more contaminated air was blowing through the vents, but with your newfound immunity, you didn't worry about it much.

In the distance, from what you could see through the thick fogginess of the air, smoke began rising from the wall as mold seemed to congeal together to form a tall, monstrous creature. The smoke reminded you of the big guy you ran into earlier, and when you tried to shoot at it, the same message in your mask popped up.

"Shit, it's regenerating too fast. Normal bullets aren't gonna cut it!”

"I'm open to suggestions," Chris said.

Your brows rose in surprise. He did have a sense of humor! A very dry one, but still there.

Your coms buzzed to life. "You'll need RAMRODS to stop it from regenerating lost tissue. You have to fall back."

You frantically looked back and forth, the monster beginning to trap you into a corner, before you grabbed Chris's arm.

"This way!"

You had no idea where you were going, but anywhere was better than near that thing. You took down the hall and turned the corner, repeating the same thing over and over until you were sufficiently far away. You took a breath, and hoped to fuck you'd get out of this soon.

"You keep doing that."

You raised your head to look up at him. "Huh?"

"Pulling me out of danger. Like you need to protect me."

Your eyes slightly widened and you stuttered for an answer. "I-I mean… I was a soldier, you know."

He didn't say anything, just hummed to himself before walking on ahead. Faces flashed in your mind, and you squeezed your eyes shut as your grip tightened around your gun. Now wasn't the time.

You began to debate if you were lost as you went further into the mine, and you prayed to fuck that Chris knew his way back. 

“Did you know that was gonna happen?”

Your steps slightly faltered. “What do you mean?”

“Back there, when Lucas killed that man. Did you know he was going to die?”

The question made you pause, and you swallowed the lump that formed in your throat.

“Yes.”

He didn’t say any more, but you felt your answer was dissatisfying without an explanation.

“I grew up with that psycho, and I had to experience every sick trick he had once he was graced with Eveline’s influence. Once I saw that man, I… I knew he was doomed. I just didn’t want to say anything because even if I did, I knew you’d wanna try and save him anyway. I knew you wouldn’t just let him die without a fight.”

He didn’t speak for a moment, and you almost spoke again to try and fill the silence when he interrupted you.

“Would you have saved him? Even knowing all that, would you still have at least tried?”

You didn’t have to think about it as you nodded. “Of course.”

“Good. That’s all I need to know, then.”

The trip through the rest of the cave proved almost fruitless, minus the box of RAMRODS you found just chilling in a random room. You didn’t bother to question why they were down here in the first place, because at least now you had something that could deal with those high regen bastards. You were able to make your way back to the shutter entrance with little difficulty, only running into more of Lucas’s puzzles, as well as tiny little bug fuckers that you could only compare to something out of an old video game you used to play.

What was it? Half… Half something…

Whatever.

As soon as you went through the last shutter, you were immediately met with darkness. Your mask automatically kicked on the nightvision, and your sight was nothing but shades of green. When you tried to step forward, Chris put his hand on your shoulder.

“Wait.” He gestured towards the ground, pointing at the pressure plates.

Of course.

“Guess we gotta be extra careful.”

It didn’t take long to run into similar traps, including automatic gun turrets and fucking lasers. There was also a point where you and Chris had to shove around mining carts, your muscles straining whilst you used your legs as leverage to push them out of your way.

“God, this is fucking stupid.”

You gripped the handles of the last cart and shoved it forward, watching as the wooden wall beyond it gave away and revealed a hallway behind it with more lasers.

“He’s been watching too many spy movies, I swear.”

Crouching and stepping over the lasers, you opened the door at the end of the hall to reveal a room that was entirely filled with them.

“Yeah. Way too fuckin’ many.”

“Just try to focus on moving through them.”

Despite Chris’s words, that piece of logic was almost thrown out the window when he saw one of the missing soldiers lying in the middle of all the chaos.

“Marquez?”

You grabbed his arm before he could move. “Hold on there, big guy. Even if we get to him through all this mess, there’s no way Lucas is just gonna let us drag him out of there. We have to turn the lasers off.” You grinned to yourself and placed a hand on your hip. “I bet you're glad you brought me along, huh?”

“Something like that.”

“Fine, you stay here, and I'll shut them off.”

Chris shook his head. “Absolutely not. I’m not letting you—”

“Are you forgetting my background? I’m not just some helpless civilian you have to look after. Besides, I don’t need your burly shoulders bumping into every goddamn trap in here and setting something off.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Burly?”

“Have you looked in the mirror?”

You heard a distant cough, and were quickly reminded of where you were. Right. Injured soldier, needed saving, blah blah blah. Holstering your weapon, you were careful and precise with every move you made, being sure not to make any sudden movements. Fuck getting this far only to die by damn lasers.

You made it to the man with ease, avoiding touching him, but asking him to give you a sign that he was okay. He gave you a thumbs up, and you relayed it to Chris who stood across the room watching you like a hawk. Finally able to stand up straight, you walked over to the control switch and pulled it down, the lasers disappearing right after. You heard Chris let out a relieved sigh before walking over to the man and helping him to his feet.

“Hey, you still with us?

Marquez nodded. “Yeah, thanks. I was beginning to think we’d be left behind.”

“Please, he’s too stubborn for that,” you chimed in, earning a look.

Once he was standing on his own two feet, he began limping to the exit, and you and Chris remained close behind.

“Lucas is a fucking psycho. Not sure what’s worse— him or those things.”

“Definitely him,” you said.

Chris hummed. “Let’s just focus on getting you out of here.”

Beyond the door he took you through was a smaller room with a ladder leading upwards, telling you that this was the way out. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the bomb that you both failed to notice on his neck came to life, a red light blinking furiously.

“Fuck! Get this thing off me!”

He was tugging and scratching at the bomb, desperateness and fear clear in his voice. And once again, there was nothing you could do but watch him die. His head exploded, blood spewing from the base of his neck as his limp body fell to the floor. Chris just stood there, looking at the lifeless form of his comrade, before both of your masks projected the image of your brother.

“Now, I don’t know about you, Christopher, but—” he stopped, eyes widening a bit before a sick smile spread across his face.

Shit.

“Ohohoho! Now this I did not expect. My dear ol’ sibling is working with Redfield.” He clicked his tongue. “How fun. I would’ve prepared somethin’ a bit more grand if I knew you were gonna be coming.”

Your eyes narrowed and your jaw clenched, but Chris wouldn’t let Lucas change the topic.

“Three of my men are dead because of you, Lucas. This ends, and it ends now.”

“I don’t think so. It’s about to be four— no, five dead soldiers in a minute,” he laughed, and his image faded to static.

It was only then that a timer appeared in your interface, counting down from ten minutes as the bomb on yours and Chris’s arms began blinking with the same red light. Panic settled deep in your stomach, and you heard Chris speak into his earpiece.

“Okay, we got a situation here.”

“We’re on it, Chris,” the woman said. “Head back to the central cavern and wait for further instructions.”

“Don’t let me down.”

“Ah, yes. I love waiting while my arm is about to be blown to smithereens.”

You did as the woman said and made your way back, running into creatures along the way that only seemed to be there to waste your time. Every time you looked at the timer, it only seemed to be going down faster, and almost a whole minute had gone by since you first looked.

Nine minutes. We got nine minutes. That’s plenty of time. Plenty of time to get this stupid fucking thing off of me!

“Alright, good news.”

Oh, hallelujah.

A couple images popped up on your screen. “Our video logs from the first unit show canisters of liquid nitrogen nearby. You might be able to deactivate the bombs by freezing them.”

She let you know that the canisters were behind the red shutter, and you wasted less than no time rushing through it. You knew it probably wasn’t smart to be going through the area so hastily, and that you should remain calm, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to. But when you looked at Chris, he was as cool as a cucumber. Like this was a normal Tuesday afternoon for him. You’d be jealous if you weren’t so focused on the death trap currently strapped to you.  

When a molded creature stepped in your way, grit your teeth and put three bullets in its oversized head, pushing its body to the side whilst it fell forward. When it landed and squirmed and your feet, you stomped your boot right onto its mushy skull, goo and viscera spraying the ground.

“Get the fuck outta my way!”

Chris grabbed your arm and tugged your forward, and as this section of the cave began to look more familiar, your eyes slowly widened. This is where that big fucker was that you had to run away from earlier. He was nowhere in sight now, but you didn’t bank on him not showing up eventually. You were never that lucky.

“The liquid nitrogen is just beyond that room.”

An anxious feeling crawled through your stomach and up your throat, and you looked at the timer again. Less than seven minutes. Okay, not bad. But, as soon as you tried to go beyond the room like the woman in your ear said, a stack of blue crates fell directly in front of you, effectively blocking your path. Words were crudely spray painted on them, and you almost broke a few teeth from how hard your jaw was clenching.

“EAT SHIT AND DIE!”

You heard something grotesque forming behind you, and didn’t even want to look. Instead, Chris looked for you.

“Well. That’s lovely.”

With an infuriated growl, you grabbed the AR that was strapped to your back and let bullets spray from the creature's middle and up to its head. If Lucas was going to kill you, he certainly had to try a lot harder than this!

You tried flanking the creature, but the area proved to be too small and too crowded for it to work effectively. It was full guerilla mode, and you gave it everything you got. There wasn’t a single bullet wasted, pumping everything into its rubbery form. The more you hurt it, the more the creature seemed visibly affected. Parts of its body began to split open, pouring blood and other viscous liquids that you didn’t want to hazard a guess as to what they were.

Fucking disgusting!

You were soon at its back, its eyes set on Chris, and fear spiked through you. The more he backed up, the closer it got, and he was going to be trapped in a corner soon if you didn’t think of something fast. You looked around, picking up an oversized rock out of one of the mining carts, and aimed at its giant head.

“Hey, ugly!”

The stone hit with a disgusting “thwack,” clattering to the ground as the monster stopped moving. Its feet stomped against the ground whilst it turned towards you, and let out a visible huff.

“Oh, shit.”

Chris desperately shouted your name as it barrelled towards you, swiping its hand against your side and sending your body slamming into a pile of stones. The glass of your head gear shattered on impact, oxygen hissing through the opening, and you gasped for air when white hot pain surged through you. You found it difficult to even breathe. With a pained grunt, you propped yourself up on one hand and gave a thumbs up.

“I’m okay! Just kill the bastard!”

He didn’t need to be told twice, leading it a sufficient distance away from you as he shot RAMROD bullets into its thick head. While you were concerned about how much time was remaining, you found yourself more concerned about the man fighting in front of you. You knew you probably didn’t need to worry, but you couldn’t help the deep-seated feeling from bubbling up inside you. And despite the pain you felt, you wouldn’t just sit and let him take care of the rest of this mess either.

Struggling to your feet, you took a shaky breath and resumed your attack on the creature, but were stunned into stillness when Chris landed an uppercut to the thing and sent it flying through the air.

Is he Captain America or something?!

Its fat limbs flailed, struggling to roll onto its stomach to get up. It didn’t make it that far before its skin began bubbling under the surface, and it exploded into mushy bits.

“Target down, Chris. Now find that nitrogen!”

She sounded as desperate as you felt.

Rushing up to the Captain, you both worked to push one of the crates over, your salvation just beyond it. Chris didn’t even give you the opportunity to let him go first, grabbing your hand in his instead and plunging both of the bombs into the liquid nitrogen. You could feel how cold it was through the thick fabric of your glove,and you flexed your fingers to make sure you could still feel them.

“That did the trick.”

“Take it off before it thaws and restarts!” she urged.

You gripped the bomb and yanked it off your wrist, throwing it across the room as the light began blinking again. It exploded as soon as it hit the opposite wall, and Chris’s own bomb followed suit. An immense weight was immediately lifted off your shoulders, and you placed your hands on your knees with a deep sigh.

“Thank fuck.”

“Hey.” Chris put a hand on your shoulder, prompting you to stand up straight and look up at him. “You okay?”

You nodded, lifting your hands to take off what remained of your mask. You didn’t notice it until now, but the pain in your side had slowly faded away, and when you pressed your hand against your ribs, you felt nothing but a dull ache.

What is happening to you?

“You ready for this?”

You locked eyes with the tinted glass of his mask and smirked, huffing out a quiet chuckle.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for the past three years. I’m more than ready.”

Chris nodded, hand clapping against your shoulder.

“Alright. Let’s get this fucker.”

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[the-knight-tree]

The first light of Hanukkah in the knight house

Scene 1: The Arrival

Interior: Oak and Lucy’s Home – Evening.

The warm glow of candles fills the house, with subtle Hanukkah decorations adorning the living room.

[Sound: The doorbell rings.]

Oak walks to the door and opens it to greet the Kent family.

Oak: (with a warm smile) “Clark, Lois, boys—welcome. Come on in.”

Lucy joins Oak at the door, her arms open in welcome. The triplets—Donna, Nina, and Deborah—peek from behind her.

Clark: (shaking Oak’s hand) “Thank you for inviting us. This is a first for us, and we’re honored.”

Lois waves at the girls, and they smile back shyly.

Lana: (standing behind Lucy, nervous) “Hi… Mrs. Kent.”

Lois kneels slightly, offering a gentle smile.

Lois: “Hi, Lana. It’s so nice to see you again.”

Lana hesitates but takes a step forward to give Lois a small hug. She glances at Clark nervously.

Clark: (with a kind tone) “Good evening, Lana.”

Lana nods and steps back quickly, hiding behind Lucy again.

Lucy: (hugging Lana proudly) “See? You did great. I’m so proud of you.”

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Scene 2: The Greeting

The living room is bustling as Diana and the triplets greet Jonathan and Jordan.

Diana: (smiling) “You made it back! Ready for round two of meeting all of us?”

Jonathan laughs and nods.

Jonathan: “We’ll try to keep up this time.”

Donna and Nina laugh while Deborah waves quietly, still observing the scene.

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Scene 3: Lighting the First Candle

Dining Room: The menorah is placed on the table, surrounded by the family.

Oak: (standing at the head of the table) “Tonight, we light the first candle, a symbol of hope and perseverance. Clark, would you do the honor of lighting it for us?”

Clark hesitates but nods, stepping forward as Oak recites the blessing in Hebrew.

Oak: “Baruch atah Adonai, Eloheinu melech ha'olam…”

Clark lights the candle, and everyone watches as the flame flickers to life.

Lucy: (smiling) “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Oak: "everytime"

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Scene 4: Family Games

Living Room: The girls teach Jonathan and Jordan how to play dreidel.

Diana: “Okay, you spin it like this, and if it lands on Gimmel, you win the pot.”

Jonathan spins and lands on Gimmel. He cheers as Diana laughs.

Jordan: “No way. Beginner’s luck.”

Clark steps in to try, spinning the dreidel too hard. It flies off the table and bounces around the room.

Clark: (laughing) “Maybe I’m better at saving people than spinning tops. I will try it again

Clark spin again this time it bounces on Jonathan head

Jonathan: ouch dad! (Loughing)

The room erupts in laughter as Clark retrieves the dreidel.

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Scene 5: Kitchen Talk

Kitchen: Lucy and Lois prepare trays of latkes and sufganiyot.

Lois: (curious) “How do you handle it all the way you handle it is incredible The family, Oak, the… adventures?”

Lucy: (laughing lightly) “It’s not always easy, but I think the chaos keeps me grounded. And Oak—well, he’s my rock.”

Lois: "but after all this... I need this recipe asap"

They share a warm smile as they carry the trays back to the living room.

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Scene 6: Quiet Conversations

Porch: Oak and Clark sit with glasses of wine, watching the stars.

Clark: “This is the first time I’ve celebrated Hanukkah. It’s… peaceful.”

Oak: “That’s the point. To pause, remember the light in the dark times, and hold onto it. and just enjoy with family I did it a couple of times in the barn didn't burn anything."

Clark: "you did it alone in the barn you could this with us, no matter now that you have a family it's the most powerful thing."

They share a quiet moment, reminiscing about simpler days on their farms.

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Scene 7: A Moment of Comfort

Living Room: Lana sits between Lucy and Lois, smiling faintly as she listens to them talk.

Lucy: (whispering to Lana) “You’ve been so brave tonight. I’m proud of you.”

Lana leans slightly into Lucy, finding comfort in her presence.

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Scene 8: A Relaxing Night

Dining Room: The menorah’s candles flicker as Oak and Lucy sit together with glasses of wine.

Lucy: “Another peaceful night.”

Oak: “And I’ll treasure every one of them.”

They clink glasses and sit in comfortable silence, watching the flames dance.

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