#He went from “I'm a selfish creature with no regrets”

[myrling-art]

I need people to understand how fundamentally important Essek Thelyss is for people like me.

But I am also not super comfortable flaunting my squishy emotions for everyone to see, so we'll be hiding them in the tags because we are so brave but also very soft.

FINAL POLL

Propaganda

Gilmore:

He's fabulous, he's powerful, he dueled the Cinder King and lived to tell the tale, he's fucking gorgeous, he had a really close relationship with Vox Machina that survived being rejected by Vax romantically, he held the barrier over Whitestone and smushed an assassin and over 30 years later he's still Glorious

Essek:

He's gay he's demi he's goth he's a war criminal he's got floaty magic he's got it all, folks

*picture has been changed for a second time. Stop complaining, please*

[thechaoticdruid]

In Another Life

|Ascended Astarion x Oc |Winnie|

Notes: So this is basically something I wrote when I had been stumped on other work. It's kinda like a pilot chapter for a fic I suppose. In an alternate reality where Winnie helps Astarion ascend only to regret it in the end. Also reading some of my other Winnie fics before this one is highly recommended.

Content/Warning: ANGST, toxic break up, Ascended Astarion, AA being manipulative, Winnie snaps.

“I have to do this Winnie. You want me to be safe don't you? Help me do this and I'll be free, truly and completely free.” Astarion stared at Winnie with pleading eyes. Winnie frowned, standing in  place as her heart weighed with the decision she was being forced to make.

“But Astarion, if we do this it will kill all of these people!” Winnie hissed out. 

“These people died years ago! Trust me. All that's left is feral spawn, desperate for blood.” Astarion insisted. 

“They still deserve a chance.” 

“More than I deserve freedom?” Astarion sneered, glaring at Winnie.

“Star, please don't make me do this.” Winnie begged, eyes threatening to tear up as she realized what was happening. She didn't want to lose Astarion. Gods, she already had lost so many people in her life.

“It's me or them.” Astarion’s red eyes bore into her soul as he gave her the ultimatum. Winnie bit down on her lip. She knew what was the right thing to do. She knew that sacrificing them was diabolical and unforgivably selfish, but in that moment it was as if her body acted on its own.

“Alright …I'll help you.” Winnie gave in. 

“Thank you my love.” Astarion sighed in relief before turning around. Astarion had Winnie connect her tadpole to his so he could read the scars off his back and copy them onto Cazador’s.

Winnie cringed as she heard the blood curdling screams of Astarion's old master. Was this what it was like for Astarion the night his scars were carved?  Winnie just kept her eyes on Astarion’s back, taking in the jagged lines of the infernal writing. Once Astarion finished Winnie tilted her head in shame. Most everything beyond went so fast it was like a blur. The dungeon was illuminated red, and the floor beneath them quaked as the ritual proceeded. 

“Soldier, this isn't right! You have to talk some sense into him!” Karlach pleaded with her friend. Winnie didn't even meet her gaze. The poor druid just looked lifeless and full of shame. The room filled with thousands of blood curdling screams. Seven thousand vampire spawn were being turned to dust and their souls practically torn from their bodies. Now forever in service to the archdevil Mephistopheles.

Astarion's eyes were glowing red as a sinister smile spread across his face. 

“I'm free. I'm finally free! Oh it feels delicious!” Astarion exclaimed. Winnie could feel her heart sink. This was a mistake. 

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After the Rite of Profane Ascension had been completed and the party had delt with the gur tribe's retaliation Winnie and the others left Cazador's palace and returned to the Elfsong.

Winnie hadn't spoken to Astarion since  the ritual. She was full of shame and guilt. What she had done was selfish and unforgivable and in the end it hadn't even been worth it.  Astarion was not the same man she'd fallen in love with. It appeared any trace of the sweetness he once possessed had been completely snuffed out.  So now she sat on her bed in the Elfsong, fiddling with her journal. She was sketching a picture of herself as a devil, an evil wretched creature. It was nothingless what she deserved.

“There you are my sweet pet. If I didn't know any better I'd think you were avoiding me.~” Astarion’s all too familiar sultry voice graced her ears. The human woman couldn't bare to look up at him.  

“I just wanted….time to myself. I'm tired.” She spoke softly. It wasn't entirely a lie. The trauma from the events had left her rather drained. As she tried to keep her eyes on her journal, Astarion tilted her chin up with his fingers, making her look at him.  Intense and cold as ice, his eyes no longer held the soft sweetness that she adored so much. It honestly felt as if she was looking at a stranger who wore her beloved’s face. If only it actually was just a demon in disguise.

“You have given me a wonderful gift. One I intend to reward you for. Name anything you desire and I shall provide it to you.” 

“I don't want anything.” Winnie replied, pulling her head away from him.

“Love, you can't keep dwelling on those pathetic souls in the ritual. What's done is done and there's no going back. Besides you and I have a glorious future ahead us.” Astarion smiled before taking Winnie’s hands in his. “I want to give you the gift of immortality, so that we may walk these lands side by side forever, as husband and wife.”  Astarion squeezed Winnie’s hands gently. His eyes bore into hers ever so eagerly awaiting a response. Winnie’s jaw dropped as she was at a loss for words. A vampire marriage proposal. Two incredibly horrifying decisions were now presented to her.

“Oak Father's balls…..You want to turn me!? After everything you suffered!? After everything Cazador put you through!” Winnie hissed, shock suddenly turning into anger as she pulled her hands away from him and stood up. One night not too long ago Astarion had told Winnie how incredibly painful turning into a vampire was for him. How he loathed the two centuries he spent as a puppet. And now he was practically asking her to endure the same.

“Oh that was completely different! I'd never hurt you! I love you.” Astarion had smug expression plaster over his face as he noticed Winnie’s eyes soften at his declaration of love. “Is this not what you want, my love? You told me you were mine once before. Now you can prove it.” 

“I want to be your partner not your property!” Winnie huffed out. "I want to be yours by choice not by force!"

“You would be. I don't want to control you. I want you to rule beside me, as my bride, my queen, my dark consort...My most beloved spawn.” Astarion put his hand over his heart. Winnie held back the tears that were threatening to spill. He wanted to make her his spawn. Not a true vampire. Not an equal.

“You haven't once even considered making a true vampire have you? No you don't trust that I wouldn't turn on you.” Winnie murmured out.

“You're being entirely ridiculous, darling. If you can't see what I'm trying to do for you then perhaps you're not worthy enough to be my consort.” 

“Good. I don't want to be your fucking consort. You've done nothing but act like a power crazed fool just like Cazador.”

“DON’T YOU DARE YOU SPEAK HIS NAME IN FRONT OF ME!” Astarion suddenly snapped at Winnie, causing her to flinch. He'd never screamed at her like that before. Astarion took a moment to regain his composure. “You ungrateful wretch. You're lucky I ever took someone as ugly as you to bed-” Winnie’s hand suddenly moved as if she was no longer in control as she delivered a sharp smack across his face. Both of them were rather shocked at the turn of events. Winnie quickly took her hand back, guilt washing over her. The slap didn't even leave a mark on him, his new found strength dulling out any kind of pain he'd previously been able to feel. But the fact that she had actually done this to him was not definitely not expected. Winnie had been so fiercely protective of her love. 

“I….I shouldn't have done that…I'm sorry…”  She spoke up, glancing down at her hand. 

“One should never hit their partner…Even if they are being an insufferable cunt.” Her words were filled with venom, but the tears swelling in her eyes were clear as day. Astarion stumbled over his words, trying to regain his composure before he spoke again.

“How dare you-”

“How dare you! I've given you everything and still you want more!” Tears were streaming down her face as she glared at him. “You may have killed your master but you'll never be free. And I'll be damned if I let you trap me in this hell with you.” With that Winnie turned away and marched off. 

She left the Elfsong that night, ignoring the curses and threats from her ex-lover. The druid had decided to remain at the Blushing Mermaid for the rest of their time fighting against the Absolute and the cult. Astarion stayed with the party despite his and Winnie’s split and the fact that now everyone was once again keeping an eye on him. Karlach even suggested they stake him and be done with it, but unfortunately for her all of the others came to the mutual agreement that Astarion's power would be needed in the fight against the Elder Brain. 

Eventually the day they faced the Elder Brain came. They vanquished their foes and everyone lived happily ever after.  Or…..Well not really. The Absolute was defeated and their tadpoles were removed but still Winnie didn't feel like a hero at all. She stood near the docks, a bit shaken from having to beg her best friend to return to Avernus instead of burn to death, out on that pier.  Her pink eyes watched the waves roll by as footsteps came behind her. 

“Shame you had to be so foolish. We could have had everything you know.” His voice came from behind her. His scent graced her senses as he came closer. 

“Such a waste.”

That was the last she heard from him. Months later a reunion party had followed. Most of the party including Astarion himself had attended. But Winnie never made an appearance at all. In fact no one had seen her since the defeat of the Absolute. It was as if she had all but vanished.

Years went by and Astarion had remained in Baldur's Gate, expanding his influence throughout the city and even acquiring a new consort or two.

His spawn were forbidden to mention the Hero of Baldur's Gate by name, but all of them were well aware of his apparent 'hatred' for the druid. His consorts, Aeric and Belmine even attempted to vandalize the statue the Gate had built to honor their hero. They believed it would please their master if they had disfigured the statue's pretty face. To their surprise however Astarion was not the slightest bit happy about their efforts at all.

"You actually believed I'd praise you for this? For debasing a glorified rock? I should have you both flayed for wasting my time."

"We know how much you despise the druid, my lord. We were only wishing to please you!" Aeric, the handsome young wood elf man insisted.

"Master if you give us a chance we can do better. Allow us to seek out the hero and I will bring you her head." Belmine knelt down in front of the vampire lord, tail lowering behind her. Astarion looked down at the tiefling female with an intense glare.

"Winnie is mine. If anyone is going to end her life, it will be me."

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"Winnie! Winnie! Wake up!" The dark haired feline exclaimed as she leapt up on the druid's chest, causing Winnie to let out a grunt.

"Ugh Maddie....What the hells?" Winnie groaned in frustration. The black furred tressym hopped of her and onto the side of the bed.

"Come on we need to get the chores finished and start brewing. There are a few deliveries to make today!" Maddie exclaimed, her tail flicking behind her. Winnie rubbed her eyes, letting out a sigh as she rolled out of bed. Her hair was all frizzed up and a couple drops of drool ran down her chin.

"Up up! Let's not dally." Maddie exclaimed before using her wings to glide over to the nightstand and grab hold of Winnie's hairbrush in her jaws. Winnie walked over and took it from her before combing through her bird's nest of hair. Winnie then stripped down before getting out a green tunic and some boots. Her eyes glanced over at the mirror as she examined herself. She had slimmed down a bit since leaving the Gate and going off on her own.

Winnie had settled down in a small village southeast of the Wood of Sharp Teeth. After everything with the Netherbrain, she just wanted to find peace for a time. Her loyal familiar Maddie had insisted on moving in with her, being very worried about her companion's mental state.

"I say we cook some eggs up for breakfast after we finish chores hm?" Maddie suggested as they exited the house.

"That sounds fine, but some of the chickens are getting a bit of an attitude. Mildred bit me the other day." Winnie huffed as they approached the chicken coop.

"Not sure what it is, but something has had them spooked these last few weeks." Maddie replied before suddenly bumping into the back of Winnie's feet. "Is something wrong?" The Tressym gazed up at what appeared to have caught Winnie's attention. Up high in one of the trees were a group of bats, hanging from a branch. Beady red eyes were scanning over the farm.

"Strange. It's not normal for bats to be up during the day." Winnie stated.

"Hmm... Perhaps they were spooked like the chickens?" Maddie suggested, "either way we best get to work so we don't have to skip breakfast."

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I may or may not continue this at a later date.

~Druid

[sardix]

Eclipse redemtion arc starts!?(theory)

So in the New lunar and earth show episode eclipse is forced to go to therapy with earth, becouse they all can see that eclipse needs it.

Mostly it does not work since eclipse dosn't want to do it and you can clirly see that he gave up on himself and the idea that others acually cared.

We find out that the first time eclipse visited earth saing that he wanted to redem himself was true and he did until sun and moon killed him. (Now he gave up that they would forgive him or that it can be better)

He acually trust earth the most out of all of them stating that she is difrent then these morons(sun and moon).

And although he did everything to avoid all the questions, he admitted to how scared he was when he was "born" (aka abandoned) or as he states "it was horifing to wake up not in you're own body", and moon was lisening in their conversation and he acually felt bad and wanted to apologise for old moon's doings and as moon says it was all old moons foult all the problems, where becouse he couldn't handle his own problems and gave them to soemone else (onto eclipse, although he thought he was giving them onto sun).

The sad part is that eclipse aparently didn't hear him say it, maybe( we don't know a 100%. ) but I would love to see later maybe in a memory that eclipse heard it and he just pused with shock (maybe with tears in his eyes) or that could happen in the future. I feal like he would really apreaciate a sorry for being abandoned.

But the good news is that eclipse cares, i mean we already knew that thanks to solar flare, but the fact that he didn't answer to earths question and complitly avoided it (the guestion being "did you care about lunar)

And eclipse acually admits and refers to how he is all alone all the time and why he hated them becouse he saw thru suns eyes and how happy he was and eclipse was Just stuck.

Also the fact that we know how sun pushed all his negative emotions into eclipse, mostly anger.(sun probably tho didn't do it on purpose and didn't know that he was doing it) That's why when eclipse was finally gone from suns head, sun started to have trouble with anger becouse he did't have any creature in his head to push them onto. So that's as well a reson to why eclipse was so controled by his anger or as eclipse says "I got you're motivations and ambitions sun"

And earth points out that he wanted to be better to sun than old moon was (or at least that's how I understood it, i could be wrong)

But earth sums up eclipse can be helped he just needs to want and acept help, just like he was wiling to before he got killed by the canon

(Also is it just me but the way moon said about ever meting the old moon is a hint to who maybe is behind all of it(probably ruin is tho) or at least that they will meet, and if they will I'm beting, becouse they will need old moons help. And there is a 50/50 chance, that old moon eather will be just a person who used to be selfish but regreted his mistakes, tried to fix them all by himself and proved that he acually cared about sun OR which is more likely he will be a complite dushbag especially how since new moon was born we have been shown and found out more stuff that old moon did and how everyone called him a prick and other bad stuff so I'm beting On the second option)

But the bigest achiwment would be that earth acually suceded in receving any information from eclipse even if it was just one thing. It means that he could open up when he will trust her more. The reason why he even had any trust for her is becouse he saw how terefied she was before he died or the moment he was dieing. He saw that she was acually woried and it gave him slight hope that she might acually care. (I think)

Eather way I hope in the future there will be more progres and eclipse won't finally be all alone in anger, at this point dude deserves it seing how much he went thru, is going thru and probably will have to go thru.

And The MOST important thing is that moon felt bad so there is a CHANCE that he will not kill eclipse permanently when they will find his Creator. (And I hope they won't kill him i feal like eclipse has a chance)

What I honesly hope to happen, is that we got a hint that eclipse cared about sun. and eclipse now alaways asked about sun's opinion and not just moons (he didn't probably care about moons opinion... maybe) so I feal like eclipse could open up if he somehow ended up stuck with sun. As long as sun would acually be calm with eclipse and not start arguing with him....(he wouldn't definitly at the beginig but with time)

It would probably work with eclipse opening up even a litle or just one inforamtion if he was in a situation where he would confront sun (since knowing sun's luck he isn't gonna die and will have to suffer thru everything) and idk maybe eclipse would be just the only person around or avaible to confront sun, since solar would be probably ocupied with work and also I'm not sure if he would even atempt comforting sun.

although if they did fight, eclipse could acidently scream out some valiuble information as in for example he could scream "and how did you think I felt when the first person i have ever cared about betrayed me and tried killing me?! And you did suceed in that didn't you?" Okay that's maybe not the best example but you get my point.(if someone has a better example please tell me)

Anyways what do you think about this theory? Let me know, i love to discuss that stuff and have a nice day i hope my theory made you at least consider some stuff.

[svpernovae]

@chaieos (Luka) prompted:

'i'm in love with someone else, but you're here' - no longer accepting!

There is nothing more pitiful than this charade they play but the both of them cannot stop. Ivan can't censure the blond, being raised in ANAKT himself, he knows very well what's expected of them both, even more of Luka, as the previous winner of the season. When he had been made to participate, Unsha had told him to keep vigilant. It's his pride on display there, his money's worth on the big screen. So Ivan had done so, if only to keep tabs on how Till was fairing, if only to know the exact monster he may face eventually.

Luka is exactly what everyone sees, a star. The revolution of artistry, born performer, so well curated he can easily steal hearts. But there's a catch to his craft, an easy one to spot should anyone pay that little more attention to the others as they do to him. He's a mimic, a shameless one at that. Ivan hadn't seen the previous season, but he can already guess how it went. For Luka doesn't mimic to be trendy, but to break his opponents.

What he saw on stage that day, Mizi's empty gaze- as it should be, that idiot truly believed her death would bring anything other apathy- transform before Luka as he carefully embodied Sua's mannerisms was chilling. What a twisted beautiful creature, but how could he blame him. Their only choice is to survive, and Luka is a veteran.

He couldn't help but to feel pleased when Mizi had punched him, that small self satisfaction of witnessing an act broken so viciously was glorious to witness. If only it hadn't been at Mizi's expense. But no body was found and the show must go on.

There's still a good couple of hours until he has to face the stage. His face betrays nothing, as cool and aloof as he'd been since his first round. These aliens don't know their history, and they should never. Let his love be kept a secret, his devotion his own treasure. He'll be the winner tonight, he'll make his own win.

But for that, he must continue to fool everyone. And that includes Luka. The request is simple. Luka liked to observe, liked to analyze, he probably figured out Ivan's feelings before anyone else. But he didn't need his consent, merely his talents.

He needed him to believe he could break Ivan, so Ivan allowed him to break him.

"Just for one moment-" Ivan on stage is confident, he's talented beyond belief, he knows he will win. In here, he shouldn't be needing to show such pretense. It's just a pitiful request, a desired left unfulfilled. Surely, Luka would love that.

"Pretend for me..." Cold fingers come to cradle the blond, his skin feels soft and smooth to the touch, a marvel how he healed so fast from his injuries. They are both under the same regiment after all, both meant to be the prettiest thing to look at. The best of the best.

He refuses to meet his eyes, there's nothing to convey to him and why should he. This is his own selfish act, his own ammunition he's blatantly giving the other to hurt him with. He closes his eyes and he can pretend.

A hand reaches blindly for locks, softer, messier than they should be, but it doesn't matter, he can pretend. A warm breath fans over his skin, the bare hint of surprise, of regret, but he can pretend. He keeps the head still as he kisses him, slowly, longingly, as if it's the very last they'll ever share. He can pretend this is Till, the perfect goodbye for his final moments before the shot is taken and Ivan wins.

But when he breaks there's no smile, only utter disappointment, for he had failed to acknowledge something so glaringly obvious. Luka had not been looking at Till, he'd been looking at him. Revolting but not unexpected. Luka had him figured out even deeper than he thought. He knew very well who he'd face on the next round, and that was not Ivan.

"You're such an ass."

[claire-starsword]

Bloodline of the Sacred Dragons - Chapter 2-5

[warning for needles and coerced blood tests. Yes, in Shining Force. this one is a ride]

"No."

The old lady flatly refused.

"Please, master. Don't be selfish. We just need Randolf's help for a little while," Krin begged the old lady with her hands clasped together.

This lady, known as Granny of the Experiments to the mages of Manarina, was Krin's teacher, Tyrin's friend, and Randolf's employer. She was an exceptional weirdo among the already weird mages.

As his boss, the old lady refused to grant Randolf permission to leave. No matter how one looked at it, she seemed to just be having fun causing problems for Tyrin and the rest.

He and Krin were at a loss on how to deal with her tantrum.

The other four, standing outside her laboratory, gathered near the half opened door without thinking, listening in to the discussion.

"If I said no that's a no. If I let Randolf go, I won't be able to continue my sublime research, will I?"

"Ma'am, this is an order from Master Otrant," Tyrin told her gravely. At least he hoped to impart the gravity of the situation. But it didn't work with her in the slightest.

"Otrant was once just a naughty brat I gave plenty of beatings and scoldings to. That one's a hundred years too young to order me around!"

She laughed, and Tyrin began sweating as he tried to persuade her.

"So this is the kind of place my sister's been studying at?" Karin whispered.

"I guess." Bleu scratched his nose at her words.

"Who was that? Is there someone outside?"

The old lady had heard Karin speak, and went to look outside her room. Her ears were apparently in pretty good shape for her age. With a bit of regret for having talked so carelessly, Bleu and the others entered the room.

"Ooh, if it isn't a Sacred Dragon. Good. Excellent. Alright, if you all help with my experiment, I'll let you have the dwarf."

The old lady's eyes shined as she saw Bleu, and Randolf angrily raised an eyebrow at what she had said.

"Hey hey hey, I'm not a thing. Don't go handing me over as you want. First of all, to let him help on the experiments, what do you want to turn him into? Or, are you gonna turn someone into a dragon…?"

Randolf looked at the machine in the corner of the room. It was bigger than Bleu. The imposing contraption, covered by a transparent dome, was a shapeshifting machine.

The reason the old lady was known as Granny of the Experiments was due to turning people into a bunch of different animals with that machine. That's why even the bulletin boards in Manarina had posters warning to beware of her.

"Even I can't turn people into Sacred Dragons. That's why I'm still researching. I hardly get the chance to pick up such a rare material to experiment with. Hohoho!"

"Bleu isn't any sort of lab animal!" Karin shouted.

"To me, all creatures are lab material, me included. You, and you, and you, and you…"

She spun around pointing each one of them.

"This machine, it looks a lot like the one in the Ancient Tower at Prompt… So you want me to get inside?" Bleu asked. Camallia wanted to say something, but the old lady was faster.

"The machine in the Ancient Tower was only for breathing lifeforce into an artificial creature, like Dark Dragon. It sucked out the life of living beings that entered it and transferred it to something else. This machine here is very different. It was dug out from the Bustoke Quarry a long time ago. Good ol' me here restored it, and it became usable again."

The old lady scolded Krin for not being awed and clapping like a pupil should. The poor girl praised her after way too long. A bit angry, she continued to explain the machine.

"This machine can transform a creature into another kind of creature. For example, it can turn giant worms and such into cute chickens and cows. Oh, it's such a groundbreaking invention."

She made a dreamy face, enchanted by her own words.

"But, I don't think anyone would want milk or stew from a cow that used to be a worm…" Karin mumbled, disgusted. Karna nodded, her lips tightened together.

"You don't understand the greatness of this research. Foolish little girls."

Karna got terribly angry at the old lady's insult, puffing her cheeks. But, suddenly remembering her reason for being there, she quickly calmed down.

"Old lady, have you seen a man called Gong, maybe?"

"Gong? Let's see…" She inclined her head, trying to gather her memories. "Ah, do you mean that huge monk? He helped me here a couple of days ago."

Karna beamed.

"It could be him. So, could you tell me where he is now?"

"He left."

"Ehh?"

She froze instantly, after having jumped in joy at first.

"He just suddenly walked out. I have no clue where he went."

He ran away, whispered Tyrin in Karna's ear. Probably, thought everyone who heard him.

Bleu too started wishing to ran away like Gong. He didn't have time to waste with this stuff.

"We can't spend too much time here. I enter that, then you give us him, right?"

"Don't give in, Bleu. This is a waste of time too," Karin rushed to stop him as he touched the machine.

"Whoa, whoa, who told you to enter? What I want is your cells. Turning a Sacred Dragon into a frog or a snake wouldn't be much fun now, would it?"

Rummaging through a box, the old lady chided the hasty dragon. Right after, she exclaimed "here, found it," and took out an odd tool with a needle.

"What, I'm just gonna take some blood from you all."

Her face contorted with glee as she carried the giant injection needle.

"Hey, hey, you don't mean even from me, do you?"

Randolf took a step away from her.

"I don't see why not. I still don't have many dwarf cells, after all."

Hurried by Bleu and Tyrin, who were fed up with all that, everyone agreed to her procedure against their will. Even Randolf and Cerberus fell in her clutches. The one who resisted the most was Camallia, who tried to plead religious reasons, and that she was a foreigner, but the old lady didn't care at all for that. In the end, she went after half of the group had already done it.

"One Sacred Dragon, one dwarf, one elf, one half-elf, three humans, and one cerberus… Hohoho. Now, what crystals should I use…"

This time, she began rummaging through another box, full of crystal slabs shining in every color of rainbow. It was as if she had immediately forgotten about everyone else in the room.

"Hey, you're a bother to my work. Out."

She ushered them out of the lab. Camallia wished from the bottom of her heart that this old mage's research with their cells never got completed.

"Well then," Tyrin relaxed his shoulders, then asked his old friend, "guide us."

"Hang on, why do I have to do this?"

Randolf grabbed Tyrin's orange-brown robe, stopping him from running ahead.

"What do you mean 'why', I explained everything before. And the old lady has allowed you to."

"The old lady is the old lady, I'm talking about me. I'm no kid to be sent out by my guardian. I do what I want to."

"Then, can't you consider it?" Tyrin requested once more.

Randolf stubbornly rejected it. "I refuse. I shouldn't take anyone who isn't a dwarf through the secret path. Besides, I have nothing to do with this Manual and what it will be used for. I'm not sticking my nose in that kind of trouble when it's not worth a cent."

"Cheapskate."

Someone murmured.

"What did you say?"

Randolf turned around, and saw Karna with her puffed cheeks.

"I said you're a stingy miser, that's what you are. Lending a hand to people in trouble is the right thing to do."

She began preaching to the stubborn dwarf as a priest was bound to do.

"That's my decision to make."

"Cheapskate," she made the same face again. Of course, it was useless to preach to a man several times her age. Besides, Karna wasn't one to keep a dignified front for long.

"C'mon now, a young girl shouldn't talk like that. Not to mention, you seem to be a priest too."

"Oh, I can speak however I want to a dwarf like you. I don't think the gods will forgive your actions."

"My, what a difficult kid."

"You're the difficult one!"

Karna had got angry to the point of tears, and Karin hurried to calm her down. She hugged Karin, burying her face in the older girl's chest.

Randolf felt a bit troubled, as he did not intend to make her cry.

His gaze fell downwards, and when he raised his head again, the white dragon was right in front of him.

"Randolf the dwarf, I beg you once more. We need your help."

Bleu's long neck was bowed down all the way to the dwarf's face.

"Bleu, you shouldn't ever have to go this far."

Karin tried to push his head up. A proud and noble Sacred Dragon, hero of times past, shouldn't lower himself to a mere dwarf. But, Bleu's head stayed firmly where it was.

"If you want us to beg, then, please."

Joining the plea for help, Karin also bowed down towards Randolf, by Bleu's side and as deeply as him. Not leaving her sister alone in that, Krin also bowed by her side.

"I ask of you as well, dwarf, sir."

A bit late, Camallia joined them. Hers was a more elegant gesture, bending her upper body without lowering her head as much.

"Now, what will you do, dear friend. I will ask of you once more as well. To retrieve the stolen Manual, we require a dwarf's assistance..."

Tyrin bowed.

Karna quickly lowered her head as well by Karin's side, her face stained with tears.

"Fine, I get it, stop pestering me, you all. I'll guide you, now get these heads back up already."

Randolf had at last joined the group.

To next part>

Translation notes:

With thanks to Spriters Resource, here's a refresher on what the shapeshifting machine looks like:

And the machine in the Tower of the Ancients that gives power to Dark Dragon (we only see it after it's destroyed by Cain):

The similarities between them kinda start and end with having a glass dome. I don't see any entrances in the last one and Darksol does not put anyone inside it to supply Dark Dragon with energy, so yeah, the writer took some liberties here. Of course, there's no original explanation for it so it's not a big deal.

Karna is confirmed here as a half-elf. According to the afterword at the end of the book (which I'll be translating eventually), the writer did contact someone (he doesn't clarify who exactly) to ask on the issue of her looking like an elf while listed as a human in the manual. The way he talks about, it was very likely a mistake, and deciding to make her a half-elf was just a hasty fix. They decided the same should go for Taya even though she's not even in this book.

Rolling my eyes at the dwarf racism that seems to be going on here. I don't recall dwarves being established as a lesser race anywhere in the first game and its extra content, with Gort even being a legendary hero in Guardiana (despite centaurs dominating the army there in general, but that's mentioned more as centaurs being the prejudiced ones, as opposed to everyone else being on it). The SF2 encyclopedia has a note on Randolf being from a "rougher" subrace of dwarves, so he seems to attract this kinda comment, but in the same sentence that book establishes regular dwarves as respected, so the portrayal here still sticks out as the writer doing his own thing. Which feels pretty bad, especially when Randolf is so far the only character defined just as a worker as opposed to having some special heritage, religious or academic connection.

[letarasstuff]

Borderline Dehydrated

(A/N): This is my second time writing for Star Wars and my first attempt to get a grip on the Mandalorian (writing wise). This is based on my headcanon that Din is borderline dehydrated at any given time. Be nice to me and this fic, I'm ready to bite unwanted haters (critic on the other hand always is welcome)

Summary: Din's older Foundling seems to care more for him than she lets on

Pairing: Din Djarin x Foundling!reader (reader is refered to with she/her pronouns)

Warnings: None (but please let me know, if there is anything)

Wordcount: .7k (she is a cute shorty)

✨Masterlist✨ _____________________________

“Here, for you”, (Y/N) puts down a dish with something akin to a stew on the co-pilot’s seat. Next to Din’s seat she places two bottles of water.

An aura of questions radiates off him, as he watches her pick up the Child from his pram. “Where are you going?” He inquires, confusion evident in his modulated voice. “I’m taking the little one to the hull and eat with him and the Frog Lady dinner. We’ll leave you alone until you come down and tell us you are done. And don’t you dare do it before you drink at least half of what I gave you.” (Y/N) fixes him with a pointed look while cradling the Child to her chest.

“Why?” The Mandalorian simply asks. “Because we went through the desert of Tatooine for several days and I haven’t seen you take a sip of anything during the whole time. I’m sure you are borderline dehydrated at all times. So just fix it and eat the krayt dragon stew and drink some water, ok?” A wee bit of worry is detectable in her voice during the explanation.

Din thanks her as she makes her way to the ladder. “No need to be grateful. I just took the meat Peli already cooked and threw a bunch of other stuff in. Just do me the favor and eat. I don’t want to drag your heavy and sorry ass through the woods or something on a strange planet, just because you collapse from dehydration. I’m doing all of this out of selfish reasons, I want you to know that.”

Both of them know that (Y/N) left her selfishness, something she adapted out of survival during her years as a stray on a backwater planet, long behind. Last, when she threw herself at a Stormtrooper, who tried to shoot Din from behind. Well, luckily the white armored soldiers are not a good shot and that (Y/N)’s brain hasn’t developed a rational sense yet.

“I know”, he replies with a smile audible in his voice, “You are purely acting out of egotistical reasons. Now go and eat, I know that you gave your most recent meal to the Child and if I remember correctly, you haven’t had anything in your belly for as long as I have.” Under his helmet, Din has a smug look on his face.

He can’t describe how much he feels for the foundlings he is caring for. It pains him already thinking about reuniting the Child with the Jedi and then finding survivors of (Y/N)’s species.

During the Empire, her planet was attacked for not surrendering to them. It was an important spot for trading, making it out to be a strategic asset. That’s something the Rebellion saw early on and used it to their advantage. When the chatter about an impending imperial attack grew louder as the Empire were unwilling to leave the innocent civilians out of the war, (Y/N)’s family sent her through a safety pod into the galaxy, hoping that some kind soul will save the child.

That’s all that Din knows about her life before he had found her. Or more like, the Child found her, as she was hiding in a clove of some building. He wandered off while the Mandalorian was negotiating with a merchant. It was like the green creature sensed her distress (which, with today’s knowledge about his powers, he probably did), cooing at the crying girl. When Din found them and realized that there is no one who is willing to take her in, he acted accordingly to his creed.

Just two hours later he regretted it, because he failed to recognize that teenagers in particular are a difficult species to handle. During their first day, he lived through more emotions with (Y/N) than he is able to count on his hands.

Luckily, everything has started falling into place, and now the clan of three is a better than ever team.

And so they continue their quest through the galaxies, looking for the Jedi and another species that probably has been erased.

[kirua9]

The truth got into my eye –

"Yes, humans are certainly fragile. Although,  the thing is — they are valuable to us. You've been in despair, am I wrong? Tell me, Laito?"

Laito has been awfully unlike himself this time. Everyone caught this in the eye but only Reiji had an effort to try dealing with him because he was intimidated by his younger brother sometimes, as he was unpredictably chaotic.

– I don't wanna talk about this girl... I don't know why. After I got with her, I felt that something was changing in me – Laito rubs his eyes, frowning, hiding his face from Reiji.

***

Both of them went to the mansion's garden, filled with blooming smells of rose bushes. After reaching the live hedge, they stopped in front of the small field, where something like a ditch could be seen.

– Could it be, perhaps... Her grave?

– It is...

– It's unsettling how you left it. Please, make it at least not a hole in the middle of this field.

– I... You see, haah... I wanted to do it... But I couldn't bear it anymore!

Laito stepped aside and completely turned away. Reiji frowned and came closer to the pit. He only winced.

   Yes, it was that young girl, a sacrificial bride Makoto who was sent to the manor a few months ago. She quickly became the triplet's interest due to her appealing look and durable... mind.

Reiji recalled, how he always scolded her for not matching the norms of etiquette or just her loud manner of speaking, but she never failed to appear upset by his words. She was very easy-going and light-hearted, and sometimes her irritating behaviour was even soothing.

She became intimate with almost everyone in the manor in a very short time and it felt as if she always existed there...

Now Reiji was looking into her muted blue eyes which has always been a definition of what lively eyes are. It was a striking sight, although there was no room for sympathy toward a human girl.

– Do you regret that you killed her?

– Now I don't get a thing about what I feel, Reiji.

Two green fireflies have almost burned Reiji's soul with their teardrops. He got an ominous feeling.

– Please, calm down, Laito. If you don't know what's going on in your mind, then try to rationalize it. I see that you are in.. pain, however, you reached me despite the urge to keep everything in secret. Your actions talk instead of you. Then, tell me how did you do that... – And Reiji gave a gaze to the grave's side.

***

She quickly became Laito's victim as did many girls who appeared in the Sakamaki family.

   Laito was interested in her at the beginning of the assumption that she is the kind of girl who seeks attention. He partially got it. But only partially.

 She was chatty about herself, she was quick-aid and looked like a creature that was always on the lookout for danger.

  "You know, Laito, my uncle never loved me. I was a burden to him and after his death, I still feel he is looking after me. it's like a trace on my soul that he left after he passed away.

The feeling of grief, the regret was eating me out for days after that car accident because I always acted infantile and selfish towards him, I have never behaved. Then I felt my guilt. But you know what? Two weeks passed – and I was enjoying my solitude, playing video games and skipping school.

Am I a nasty person? Am I cynical? What do you think?"

Laito wasn't happy with that frankness. He wasn't in the mood for all of these debates.

"Fu-fu, you really sound shallow bitchy girl, you possess an open mind. But I'm getting bored of you very quickly... Let's have a nice time without those chit-chats... Let me drink your blood instead."

And his long arms wrapped around her body, she was drowning in this weird pleasure, as she was losing her blood but she didn't care for it, because she had nothing to lose. Blood loss didn't make a thing to worry about. Any physical damage didn't bother her anymore. 

"How can I enjoy the moment if I always think about what type of bruise and where I have it? It's unnecessary bullshit! It ruins the whole mood! " – she said once.

"Your body isn't rejecting my fangs, but I hear this lying whisper, begging me to stop. All you women are the same damn sweetest thing..."

"I just want you not to be bored, because I don't want to be unwanted. I don't like this feeling. It's suffocating, you know?"

***

After those times they both got satisfaction, got fed with each other – he with blood, she with attention, – Makoto didn't want to be quiet. She always wanted to talk with him.

"Tell me about your parents, will you? "

"Huh... But why are you interested in it? I think it's unnecessary to know for you."

"Why not? We're close enough to share the time, I simply want to know you more.."

Laito glanced at her. There was an irresistible willingness to learn. Something ached inside him, he couldn't figure out where exactly.

"Not everything is worth mentioning, my little human girl.~"

He told it as always with a smile on his lips. She grinned in response but not as she usually did it. Now there was arrogance in the corners of her mouth.

A sparkle of tension rushed through his body. "What's with that face?" he wondered.

"Laito, do you know, what type of a person I am? You surely could realize it, because you're so wise. When I appeared here for the first time you said that everything is written on my forehead. You said I must have been quite lonely. And now. Now, what am I to you?"

He smiled again, but his eyes didn't. He was observing her face, trying to stumble up on something... Something that changed?

   He finally caught it.

"How hadn't I noticed this before... This girl wants to know everything, she appreciates only the... "

– "My name means "Truth", by the way! And yours... Laito, yeah? What kanji do you use to write it?" — the sparkle of memories appeared rapidly and disappeared at the same rate.

"She only wants to know the truth."

The vampire bit his tongue. He was the one who enforces on his victims the reality he wanted them to comprehend. Now, what's that? He felt very icky about her statements. And she – she was like she was! Definitely had no fear.

***

Laito undoubtedly loathed, despised his brother Ayato's directness and honesty that he had, unlike Laito himself.

The young man subconsciously discovered how he was... morally weaker than Ayato, but he accused his brother of it, thinking that it is all his stupid fate to be a scapegoat made those priorities.

This jealousy didn't let him go. And now he had to deal with a woman who resembles his brother a lot. The best thing he could desire is to see how Ayato suffers and now – also Makoto.

"Looks like this human girl is begging me to test her durability. Don't worry, Little Bitch, I'll make you rue this.. I'll make you get down in the very core of agony"

***

They continued having their time together. Earlier, things were rather promising: she appeared to show some resistance to his actions, yet also didn't deny that her body felt pleasurable from all those teases.

  However, the humility in her, which the vampire could watch over due to her obvious physical weakness towards him, started fading away.

    He began to see something else in her bright blue eyes. From the very beginning, she had an open, bright glance, she rather looked curious but also frightened somehow.

Now there was sort of an audacity and it grinned his gears.

But... he didn't know why actually?

"Weird... I feel so weird when I look at her. As if I'm losing my perception?.. Or worse?.. What's that aching feeling in my chest?.."

He remembered her image, he thought she was pretty... At the same time, he didn't understand what keeps his interest in her: the desire to destroy or to make her his possession.?

***

"You told me that you know everything about me. How come? Is it the power of vampires? I honestly never thought vampires were able to read thoughts... Tho I didn't know vampires do exist, sorry.

But Laito, I don't understand you... Yet, I want to. Your eyes look like two mirrors, they reflect me in them and plug me when I want to learn about your soul. Why do you do this to me? You see, I want to be closer to you... I have no one to be with me..."

She never told him, that she loves, only likes... Laito was distracted by how that simple person doesn't say simple words, she says something tricky instead, but without any hint in her voice which would mean — she only acts down to earth. But she didn't have those hints.

***

Once she came to him, looking as if she cried. She couldn't hide her feelings. She didn't even try.

When he saw her red face and looked into her eyes – they became even bluer in comparison to the skin swelled with blood.

"Why are you crying? Tell me, who hurt you?"

He felt concerned but didn't know why.

He held her face with both his hands.

"It's the truth, nothing else." — was heard in response.

Laito clenched his teeth. She looked at him nervously.

"What fucking truth? I don't want to hear this damn word. Tell me who made you cry and I'll cut their head off..."

Makoto gulped, her knees were trembling.

"I asked your brothers... Why are you always acting so strange... I've never understood you... You never wanted to tell me... And they told me what your mother did to y–"

She suddenly felt how his fingertips pushed her cheeks...

Laito grinned atrociously. He tilted his head a little down, closer to her forehead. His cold breath horrified her to the bones.

"Do you cry because you perhaps pity me? Do you think I'm pathetic? Don't you? And you wanted to know all this crap because you wanted to be closer? You just wanted to flare my weaknesses.."  – he talked desperately, he was on the edge of madness.

She leaned her arms around his arms, maybe intending to wake him up from rage with touches.

"I'll drink you to death, till your body dries if you lie to me about what's on your mind. Have you heard it? Now tell."

She sighed deeply, as for the last time.

"Laito... I never lied to you... I value the truth... more than anything else in this world... And I think a person has to know their reality, their fate... And accept this to..keep going further in life... But.. Ayato said, you don't want to hear it, you didn't want to hear the facts... And see... And feel your true feelings... And I also felt that you're not okay with yourself... I thought that a person who can't accept the verity of his own life... can't feel... happiness..."

  Laito was unable to listen to this shit.

"Cut the crap or I cut you instead!" he shouted, then started mumbling something unrecognizable.

He was hurt, hurt again. Everyone tends to hurt him, he can't make up another way to protect his inner world... Everyone likes destroying, humiliating him, they want to break the facade just to prove to themselves that they are so good and so kind.

"You were hurt, Laito... But... I'll be with you... I'll help you to overcome this because I see you in myself, I felt the sa..."

Laito didn't hear. He grabbed her throat, his long fingers pressed on her skin tightly, and he started strangling her.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Wither already!"

As she was suffocating, she tried to speak but instead, there were only murmurs. 

"You never take control over me! You never overlord ! "  he yelled.

"I'm suffocating..."

She was done. A huge purple bruise around her neck... Lifeless body. Warm soft skin.

   Laito was covered in gloom. He was crying and didn't feel relief as he expected he would... Seems like he didn't find the solution...He made things even worse.

  ***

He dug a hole in the field and put the body in it. He couldn't make himself close her eyes, he couldn't stand this stare.

***

   Reiji sighed.

"The familiars will bury her properly. And for you, Laito... I doubt I'll satisfy you with any advice."

Reiji managed to leave him alone. Honestly, it was the best thing he could do.

"Reiji... do you have something like a poison? I know you have, I know you have everything in your lab..." his voice still had some nervous echo in it.

The older vampire didn't even turn back. "Good grief. I have to admit, she had the truth in her words. You'd better think about it." he said.

***

After this accident, everyone felt how Laito acted downcast. However, nobody had the nerve to soothe his pain.

Ayato kept silent, as he probably figured out why the girl was killed...

Laito ignored Ayato for some time but after a few months, he started acting the ae as usual. A new girl arrived at the mansion, a new cycle started...

However, sometimes during the dawn time, Laito visits Makoto's grave. It's nothing more than an unnamed gravestone, to tell you the truth. He sits nearby the grave, sometimes he cries, who knows why, although. Maybe he figured out whom she was to him? Maybe he was up to way accepting his reality? Or he just regrets that he killed her so he would never play with her again?

Only Laito knows that.

[robininthelabyrinth]

i'm both desperately curious about bird mom and desperately sad about jin rusong. perhaps you can finagle a way for jrs to end up on bssr's mountain?

ao3

When all was said and done, taking the child was a mistake.

She didn’t mean to take him, of course. If she had a choice in the matter, she’d probably leave him, child of a bad fate that he was: her mountain was no good for humans, not really. It was too high and too lonesome and in the end they all left, even though she warned everyone who left that re-entering the mortal world would put them back into the grasp of the destiny she sought to prevent.

It was not, as she knew some humans say, that all her disciples were cursed, or else that she was so arrogant and vain that she imposed a terrible doom on all those who chose to leave her – it’s really much simpler than that.

The children she took away with her were already doomed.

Her immortal mountain was not subject to the whims of fate, or indeed of chronological time; her children, as she thought of them, could out-pace the imposition of heaven as long as they remained with her. Her first child was the son of a warlord, a cultivator turned tyrant, and he would have died a cruel death when his father’s camp was overturned, pierced through and through with dozens of arrows – she’d still had a foot in the mortal world all that time ago, and had come across him barely breathing, life seeping away before it ever started. She had felt pity, for he had been a charming child, a happy one, unaware of the wickedness of his father or the hatred of his enemies. It was for him that she first set up the child-snatching array, the one that took away children with cruel fates; she had been young and arrogant then.

When, in time, he decided to return to the mortal world, she had let him go freely, preening to herself that she had done a good thing. The child she had raised was kind and gentle, entirely unlike his vicious father; surely, she thought, he would be able to make a good name for himself, and live happily.

In the end, the arrows still found him – and cruelty, too.

That was when she realized that she could not prevent fate, only delay it: it had been her first child’s fate to die pierced through by arrows unnumbered, and that fate had patiently followed him, step by step, for all those years that he had lived with her, growing and cultivating and being happy. And for each year that she had kept him safe, fate had calculated interest, too: the arrows this time belonged to all the cultivation world’s, not merely a few enemies, and there were so many more of them; there were enough to rip his body to pieces, forcing him to die in unspeakable agony, alone and hated and betrayed by everyone he loved, his final death even crueler than the one she’d saved him from, so long before and also no time at all ago.

After that, she tried to stop taking children.

But she’d been young, and arrogant, and in her arrogance had not anticipated the possibility that she would regret her actions later: the child-snatching array did not require her contribution to function, and so it continued to steal away those about to die through the unfairness of the heavens, the ones with the most thoroughly unfair fates, which to her relief only occurred once every few generation or so. She tried through every possible machination to avert their fates, sending them out almost as soon as she got them or refusing to let them cultivate, but nothing she did changed it.

By the time her second disciple left the mountain – not her second child, perhaps her seventeenth, but the second one she’d trained up properly as a cultivator, and more because the child wanted it than because she thought it was a good idea – she’d already resigned herself to the reality of it, and warned her child about her doom. Little Cangse Sanren, a wandering rogue cultivator doomed to die in obscurity and leave her family behind: she had been a nameless toddler, still at the point of crawling around enthusiastically without a care, when she’d snatched her away from the teeth of some beast, and if that was her doom prescribed by the fates, it would be the same in the end.

No one will see your death, she’d warned her bright and happy second disciple, the lively one who loved to laugh, the one she’d kept on the mountain for decades and yet no time at all. No one will care, no one will know. There will be no glory in it, no heroics. It will be meaningless, and cause those you love much pain.

She’d warned her of that much.

In the end, it was just as she’d said. If the little toddler that had so enthusiastically crawled away into the brush had died on time, her mother would have grieved and her father would have hurt himself weeping, but they would have gone on; when that inescapable fate came to the grown woman, her husband died trying to preserve her and her beloved son was left alone and starving and miserable for two years until he could be found, and the traces of her doom dogged him his whole life long.

No – if she’d had any choice in the matter, she wouldn’t have taken this boy, whose fate was so very unkind.

His father had given him the name Rusong, and had loved him, genuinely and sincerely – and in the end he had caused his death, ancient sins coming due to be paid in full through reckless selfish ruthlessness. The child lived five or six years in the mortal world before the order went out to kill him, and perhaps his father thought he was being kind when he ordered his obedient son to drink up the bitter ‘medicine’ that would blind him and then kill him; it was a gentler death, she supposed, than the gruesome dismemberment of his corpse that would follow once the gentle poison had robbed him first of sight and then of breath.

Such a terrible fate.

She didn’t even want to think about what his fate would be like after she’d raised him.

And yet – the child was here, and she was here, too; she had that old arrogance to pay for, and he could at least have some joy before he suffered the worst sort of bitterness, before he died blinded and betrayed by those that loved him sincerely and still struck against him, reckless and ruthlessness and selfish. She would raise the child for a decade or more, alone but thriving; she would teach him kindness and gentleness and all the cultivation that she knew. She would give him that time, years and years, and she would let him have the joy of that time.

And then, in the end, he would leave her and return to the mortal world, where time flowed backwards waiting for him to come back, and in the mortal world he would meet the fate that waited for him.

She didn’t know why time did that, creating inescapable overlaps, the past self always just missing the chance to meet the current self – perhaps it was simply that cruel fate once again, forcing the adult to die at the hands or teeth of the same creature that they had once escaped.

Her first disciple died pierced full of arrows, and his father’s enemy had been the one to incite the cultivation world against him.

Her second disciple died at the hands of a fierce beast, and it had grown even larger and more terrifying when it finally came to claim her.

Her third disciple – for he would be her disciple as well, this young child who already knew the basics of cultivation – would die in the future just as he should have died this day, though whether the cause of his death would be because of his father’s Jin sect or the mad dog of an executioner named Xue Yang that had carried out the original order to execute little Jin Rusong or both, she did not yet know.

She hoped, for his sake, that he would find some joy in the five or six years of mortal life he would have left to him when he returned. That there would be some happiness in it…that it would not be only suffering, suffering and pain.

“You will need a new name,” she told the child, who was already forgetting all his mortal life before upon drinking the waters of her immortal mountain. “It would be quite awkward if you came across yourself or some hint of yourself and knew it.”

The child didn’t understand, of course. He only smiled up at her, gentle as a moonbeam.

She thought about it for a while, and then nodded, deciding.

“Your name,” she said, “will be Xiao Xingchen.”

[yandere-ac]

I noticed in the recent update that there was a net to keep the MC from swimming too far *cough escaping cough*. It got me thinking about what if the MC- in guise of trying to find more creatures- finds an opening big enough for them to squeeze through and almost escapes. I'm not really sure which villager/character would fit best in this situation though.

Okay so like anon, not to be like that but I would dIE FOR YOU! THIS IDEA IS SO GOOD!!! YOUR MIND! ITS TO POWERFUL ANON! But yeah this was really fun to write and I choose my two favorite bitter ex boys both wanted the same poor representative. You guessed it, it’s out boys!

Yandere Tom Nook X Reader X Yandere Redd

Hole

Sneaking. You were sneaking. It was a beautiful summer day, kids were outside playing, some were out fishing or catching bugs. But where were you? You were sneaking like a teenager trying to get past their overprotective parents. You didn’t want to sneak but you had no choice. Ever since Redd first showed up on the island Tom had been more protective than ever. He didn’t want you to wander off without him, he wouldn’t let you go outside without his permission and sometimes he would want you to sleep in his house. You used to love Tom but nowadays he was just too overbearing for your comfort. You and Tom never really said out loud that you loved each other and you never did any couple-stuff. But both of you knew, you both were in love. Or, that’s how it used to be at least. Any and all feelings for Tom that you had gone right out the door once you lost control of your life.

“Y/N? Where are you going, dear?” Shit. He had found you, he had heard you. And now he was gonna stop you. “I-umm...I was just gonna go outside and search for some sea creatures for blathers” you said, trying and failing to mask the fear and worry in your voice. “Oh? Is that right...hmm...well do you need to do that? I mean, what if you drowned? What if you got attacked by a shark or octopus? Or worse! What if Redd showed up!? You remember what happened last time right? Do you want that to happen again?!” Tom asked you, you knew very much what had occurred between you and Redd, in fact just thinking of it sent shivers down your spine and formed a pit in your stomach. But at the same time, you didn’t want to stay with Tom, you’d be lying if you said that he didn’t scare you at times. Sometimes at night, you’d hear him mumbling things in his sleep, things that made every part of your brain scream to run away and never return, yet your body refused to listen. You worried about his well-being and especially now since he seemed almost obsessed with you. “Tom, listen...I haven’t been out of the house without you for some time now and I was just hoping to have some privacy. You know I’d never wander too far off” you grabbed one of his hands, taking your other hand to gently stroke his cheek. You felt him lean into your touch as he closed his eyes. These were the moments you missed, the tender, loving gestures that you and he would exchange. But now, these moments were just a way of getting you out of his intoxicatingly strong grasp. You didn’t want to stay with Tom, not in the slightest, that Tom whom you once loved died when he started limiting your freedom.

“Mmm...oh well...I guess if you know what you’re doing. Then sure, you can go out for a while yes, yes?” He said, this brought an actual smile to your face as you gave him a hug to which he giggled in reply. “Alright! I’ll see you later Tom!” “Be careful!”

And so, you were off. You ran straight to the shop to buy a wet suit, and then you ran straight to the water to do a cannonball. You laid in the water for about twenty minutes before rising up and swimming around. You didn’t bother trying to climb over the net, you knew it was useless as any major disturbance on the net sent a notification to Tom and inform him of your apparent escape. You learned that the hard way. So instead you just tried to relax for now. Later you might visit some of your residents and maybe go talk to sable, it has been a while since the two of you talked. But for now, you were trying to find sea creatures to give to Blathers. That was until you saw something that made your eyes squint before going completely wide once you realized what it was. It was a hole! A big hole in the net! Big enough for you to fit through without alerting Tom! You could escape! You could finally leave this hell!...but...what would happen to Tom if you left, you worried what he might do to himself or the others if you leave...no...you can’t think like that! The reason Tom is unwell is because of you. The only way he can heal is if you stayed away from him, if you didn’t, his obsession would only get worse.

You swim closer to the edge of the net and Closer to the hole. Looking at it you could indeed conclude that It was big enough for you to fit through. Hastily yet carefully you went through it. Making sure not to touch anything on the way out. If you did, it would be game over. Tom would see that something, you, were trying to get through and he would lose it. That’s what made you afraid. But you just couldn’t care right now, you were done sacrificing your life for other's happiness! It’s your time to be a little selfish. To look out for yourself! Carefully navigating your legs out of the hole your whole body was now out, you were out. You could barely believe it! But you wouldn’t stick around to see if Tom saw it or not. You had a plan. There was an island a bit away from yours, which would normally take about five minutes with a plane so it would maybe take about twenty minutes to swim. If you could hold out and keep out of dangerous water, you could make it. You would either make it or drown. Either way, there was no turning back now.

As you were swimming briskly, you started to rethink your decision a little. I mean, abandoning all your friends? And what would happen with Tom? Would he become unfit to take care of Timmy and Tommy? You didn’t want to consider that scenario, you wanted to believe that he would get help. But it was hard when you had experienced how deep his possession over you had gotten. After about halfway there you realized how far away the other island truly was, your arms got very tired and you had swallowed what felt like a ton of seawater accidentally as you had swum. You’re honestly starting to give up hope of reaching the island in time. You were gonna drown. You were gonna drown. You were never gonna see your friends again, never gonna find a significant other, never get married, settle down, get a pet fish with said significant other. Never gonna- Wait...is that a...boat? A little boat, sailing off in the distance caught your attention. Maybe there was still hope! Maybe there was a chance of survival! You had to do something, anything, you had to get its attention.

“HELLO!!! IM HERE!!! PLEASE HELP ME!!!” You shouted at the boat. And as if on cue, it turned around and went over to you. Yes! You had done it! You were gonna survive- Wait a minute...you recognized that boat...was that...oh god, it was! That was no other than Jolly Redd's boat. He was even worse than Tom! You had no time to think before the boat arrived in front of you. “Well well well...if it isn’t my favorite human! What are you doing all the way out here cousin?” He asked you, his voice full of glee, knowing you would need his help. “Get away from me Redd!” You said you didn’t want anything got to do with him. “Oh really? What was 'please help me' about then? I just wanna help Y/N, I don’t know why you’re getting so defensive about this. Now tell me, why are you all the way out here in the middle of the Ocean?” He asked you. Tilting his head while resting his chin above his hand, huge grin present on his face. “...ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʳʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵉˢᶜᵃᵖᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵀᵒᵐ” “huh? A little louder cuz, I couldn’t hear ya?” “I WAS TRYING TO ESCAPE FROM TOM OKAY!!! HE PRETTY MUCH LOCKED ME INSIDE OF HIS HOUSE BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DID!” Everything became deathly quiet as you said this. Out of all the answers, Redd had NOT expected that one. After quickly regaining his normal posture, he mustered up another smile on his lips. “Well, do ya need a ride, or would you like to swim for another forty minutes, hm?” Forty minutes? You had grossly underestimated the time that it would take for you to swim. “Get away from me Redd, I don’t want your help after what you did...” you told him, refusing to look at the smug bastard. “Oh Y/N. I don’t think you’ve comprehended this situation...you can either come with me or drown. Now I’d understand if you’d want to drown yourself, I would if I had to spend so much time with Nookie. But ask yourself, is this really the way you’d want to go out? By drowning? That’s lame!” He was right, god damn it! You hated that he was right. You were completely and utterly helpless right now and the only way to get out of this would be to accept his help.

You swallowed all of your pride and looked at him. He still had that shit-eating grin plastered across his face. “Alright, you win. I’ll come up on the ship...but as soon as we get to the island, that’ll be all okay!” As you said this, Redd's grin only got wider. He walked away for a few seconds before throwing a ladder down on the side of his boat closest to you. You could practically feel his joy as you climbed up the ladder. Once you were up, Redd immediately came up to you. Holding his hands together as he looked at you like a giddy kid to open up their presents. “Ohohohooo~ trust me Y/N, you won’t regret this!” He giggled as his movements got more jittery, almost as if he’s restraining himself. “Yeah yeah, whatever Redd,” you told him sternly. You didn’t want to be in his presence for any longer than you had to. Stepping in front of you, the fox pulled the curtain to the entrance open for you. You let out a loud sigh as you saw his dumb gesture. “God, shut up Redd,” you said as you walked inside, you knew he was joking. But jokes were supposed to be funny. And you hated him. “Ah come on Y/N you know I’m just yanking your chain here! I know you can fend for yourself! I’m not like good old nookie-“ “stop!” “Stop what?” Redd looked at you in confusion. “Stop trying to make yourself look better by comparing yourself to Tom! You have no right considering you’re the reason he’s like that! I know what your doing Redd! I’m never gonna join you! So quit trying, let’s just get a move on” you said aggressively, only to be met by the deep chuckles of the fox behind you. Blocking the exit. “What are you laughing at!?” You fidgeted with your hands as you backed up slightly. But it was no use since Redd blocked your exit. “Oh, cousin...you haven’t seemed to have gotten what’s happening right now...I don’t CARE If you want to come with me! You’re coming with whether you like it or not! We’re not stopping at some island. You have nowhere else to go, besides into my arms! So why don’t you make this easy for the both of us and just comply would ya?” Oh...oh no...oh god! He was being serious! “Wha...i...”

As soon as he approached you, you bolted off onto the deck. You knew you couldn't get away but you would rather drown than let yourself become some toy to this maniac. But before you could jump off the boat, Redd ran up behind you and hastily scooped you up by your arms. You thrashed and struggled but it was no use. He was so much stronger than you. “Ah Ah ahhh~ you wouldn’t want to do any myths rational now, would you cousin?” He said in a teasing manner. It made you even more irritated than you were scared. And so, you elbowed him right in his face. He instinctively dropped you as you did this but he quickly grabbed your leg and threw you back onto the deck before Anything could happen. There you laid, on the floor with a rage full fox above you. He was still mumbling curse words under his breath as his face still hurt. But he didn’t care, he just grabbed you roughly by the hand as he dragged you inside. You were being pulled to the furniture part of his boat, all while trying to punch, scratch or halt Redd. But nothing worked. Soon it dawned on you where exactly he was taking you. He was taking you to the big iron door at the back of his boat. The one looming door that had a giant padlock on it. “I wanted to do this the easy way Y/N! Trust me, I did! But if you’re gonna act like this then I’ll simply have to do it the hard way!” He yelled as he threw you up against the wall. The impact made you fall down and lose part of your consciousness for a few seconds. While you were trying to regain yourself, Redd opened the padlock with a key. As he turned around he saw what you were trying to do, you were trying to crawl away. You were failing, of course, the meek attempt made him chortle as he now calmed down a little. “Oh Y/N...” he said softly as he picked you up, looking right into your eyes as he continued. “You can’t escape, and no one is coming for you. Better make yourself comfortable because the ride home is long” while he told you this, he walked in the room. It looked like a bedroom. In the middle of it was a mattress, did...did he plan to do this? How long had he planned to kidnap you!? He placed you on the bed and kissed you on your forehead. You tried to protest but only weak movements and a small groan came out. Redd walked to the door but just before he closed it he turned to you, eyes gentle and seemed very genuine. “Sleep well...”

That was a couple of hours ago. Redd was now steering the boat and was whistling to himself in glee. He got you, he finally got you! And he didn’t even have to do anything, you were just served to him on a silver platter. But before he could think of anything else he felt a powerful wave hit the entire ship. It sent him falling down to his knees. Some madman had crashed into them! Walking outside with violent steps Redd was getting ready to curse out whoever had driven into them. “HEY! WHAT'S WRONG WITH-“ he quickly shut up once he saw who was in the boat. In the boat that had driven into his side sat a very angry tanooki. It was Tom, as he looked at Redd the glare he gave sent shivers down Redd's spine. Let’s just say, if looks could kill, Redd would be dead where he stood.

“Redd! Where is Y/N!” Tom asked, well it was more of a demand. “How did...how did you find me” Redd was completely and utterly baffled. He was out in the middle of the ocean, yet Tom had managed to get to him. “Where is Y/N. I know they’re here so quit acting stupid and tell me where they are!” Tom was raising his voice more and more as he got madder and madder. Redd has taken everything from him once, he wasn’t gonna let him take it again. “No chance nookie! Don’t you think there’s a reason they’re out here? Maybe it’s because they hate you! Maybe it’s because they hate that you act like a restrictive psycho! Have you ever thought of that Tom! Huh? Huh?!” Redd was now leaning over the railing of his boat. He was almost face to face with his bitter rival. “SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP REDD! I HATE YOU! I-“ Tom grabbed ahold of Redd's shoulders and pulled him down, into the water. “HATE YOU!!!!”

You were peacefully sleeping as the now slightly wet tanooki walked up to your tranquil form. He kneeled down and stroked your cheek, as he smiled to himself. Poor Y/N. Such a sweet individual didn’t deserve to be touched by someone as sleazy and dishonest as Redd. Thus he picked you up and walked over to his motorboat. You were going home.

“Helloooo....wakey wakey...Y/N dear? Can you open your eyes?” You could hear a distant voice say but it was very blurry. Lifting your eyelids open felt like lifting iron weights, but as soon as you caught a glimpse of who was next to you your eyes went wide open with fear. “TOM!?” You threw your body away from him. Backing up until your back was up against the wall. “Ah your awake now, good...you’ve been sleeping for quite some time now. I’ll be honest, for a minute there I thought you were dead” he laughed a little to himself as he said this, a laugh which at one point you thought was adorable but now struck terror right into your chest. “Silly me...oh! Now that you’re awake, are the chains too tight? Do you want Me to loosen them for you?” He asked you. What? You had been so preoccupied with the fear that you hadn’t realized that you did indeed have chains and chuckles attached to your wrists. They were very long so you weren’t exactly chained up to the wall, but they were just short enough so you wouldn’t be able to move around too much. This is when you started hyperventilating. Why were you here? Where was Redd? How did Tom find you?!

“Oh! No no shhh, don’t worry, I’m here, I’m here...Redd won’t ever get you...I made sure of that...” what the hell did he mean by that!? “H-how did you find me?” You asked him, voice quivering just like you were. “Oh Y/N, did you think that the net notifications were the only way for me to see if you escaped?” He said as he petted your head. He hadn’t been so certain whether it was necessary to implant that chip in you, he thought that he could trust you enough but it would seem that he really couldn’t. “By the way, thanks for bringing that up. I’m sure by now you’ve figured out your punishment for trying to leave me. Don’t think just because I’m happy I got you back that I’m not angry, that I’m not sad, that I’m not heartbroken that you would ever think to escape from me! I just want you to be safe and this is how you repay me!” His tone got a little angrier towards the end but he quickly gathered himself in front of you. He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “You hurt me Y/N...but I’m happy you’re alright...and your safety is the only thing that matters right now,” he said as he snuggled up to you. The tanooki was madly in love with you. He wanted you to be with him for the rest of his life. He had tried to do it with you being free. But it had seemed like he couldn’t trust you with that freedom. So, he would have to lock you in, cage you up, keep you with him. Whether you liked it or not. He was gonna be with you. By this point tears had started to well up in your eyes, your whimpers getting stronger once Tom started cooing you, stroking your hair.

“Don’t cry Y/N....I...I love you...”

He said it. He had said it. The three words that you had dreaded him saying. Up until now. You could have just pretended that Tom was just a very protective friend. But now...now? He had admitted to loving you. You couldn’t back out now. You couldn’t keep that level of comfort in that Tom wouldn’t do anything to engage a relationship, but now it was only a question of when he would actually start proposing ideas of dates and stuff. You were doomed. Doomed forever with this possessive, lovesick man. You couldn’t handle it.

You started sobbing. Tears that had threatened to spill started pouring out. The only thing you could do was bury your head in Toms's neck, closing your eyes and hoping this was all just a nightmare. That you would wake up and all of this would’ve just been a dream. But it wouldn’t, this was your life now. And you wished you would have just chosen to drown instead of joining Redd.

[ladywinterwitch]

Run Away (Eight- What You Gotta Do)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger! Reader

Summary: You and Steve complete each other. Your love is that strong and devoted kind of love that pushes people to things like marriage, making a family. You couldn't imagine that a baby would be something you really wished, until the possibility wasn't your choice anymore.

Warnings:  A bit of angst, pregnancy talk, mentions of injuries, mentions of abandonement (mild), fluff, reader is still an emotional rollercoaster, cursing and swearing, smut, unprotected sex (too late for these two lmao), oral sex (f recieving), brief mentions of body insicurities, Bucky’s a puppy dog.

Words Count: 5289

A/n: Part eight! I can’t believe that I’ve actually come this far lmao. Plus, me posting stuff with less than 44827 years of distance with each other? A miracle. I always said that I would wrap it up at 10 chapters,but while writing this chapter I realized that I will need one or two extra chapters + the epilogue. We’ll see. For now I’m happy to be able to write lol. Series masterlist here, main masterlist here. Enjoy <3

ps: Chris’s look in that gif,,,chile 

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In the following week you saw Steve once a day, just to assure that he was doing fine. He wasn' sleeping in your shared room for the moment, but in a spare bedroom. You knew that you were probably being harsh with him, but you were so mad. It wasn't the first time that he did something stupid to try and save others. Hell, just think about that damned plane crash that put him in the ice in the first place.

You understood the reasons why, and basically everyone tried to talk with you and kinda 'sugar coat it' but the issue wasn't that you didn't understand: the issue was that he couldn't afford to think only about himself. Was it selfish on your behalf to think that way? Maybe. But you couldn't help it. You told yourself that it would've been different if you were just married, or just lovers. His decisions would've still been his. But now it's different. In less than six months he would've become a father. And that comes with responsibility. Wasn't he the first to tell you how important it was for you to put aside your job, for months or maybe even forever, just for the wellbeing of the creature inside you? That kid is yours just as much as he's his.

You and Bucky went out for a shopping trip that afternon. You would've asked Wanda, but she and Vision went to Clint's farm for a few days to see him and his family. Steve still had to be inside the tower, since he wasn't fully healed yet. You knew that he was watching a football game with Sam now, while Tony and Bruce were working on a new project, and Thor went to Asgard for a while to go check that Loki and Odin weren't at each other's throats.

You didn't mind Bucky's company at all. And in any case it wasn't like you felt like going out with Steve, not just yet. The brunette drove you both to the mall where he parked and then you went inside.

-So, what absolutely exciting and girly shops I have to visit today?- he asked while you curled your hand around his bicep. You laughed, looking up at him while you walked.

-Well, this mama is getting bigger every day, so I really can't wear my old clothes. I wouldn't even fit in them, and I can't go on with you guys' hoodies and t-shirts. I mean, I'm still a woman. Who said I can't look good while pregnant?- you responded, dragging him to a maternity clothes shop. As soon as you entered like half of the women in the shop turned to look at Bucky. You glanced at him and saw that he blushed and was looking everywhere except them. You bit you lip to not smile while you started to look around at the clothes. You made sure to engage in conversations with him to try and take the attention away.

-Damn homie, I think you just made those women regret their partners.- you said lowly so only he could hear you, and being a super enhanced supersolier, he did hear you very clearly. He snapped his head towards you with a look of disbelief on his face. His expression was so funny that you couldn't help but laugh. He looked around quickly then got closer to you.

-Stop it! It's already embarassing without you pointing it out.- he whined with a low voice. You stopped laughing but you couldn't help but smile, pressing your lips together.

-It's just so funny to me, because I understand these women. Turns out that pregnancy doesn't only make you sick, but also terribly horny.- you rose an eyebrow and he face palmed himself. You laughed again.

-Too much information, doll.- he groaned. You chuckled, putting in his hands a bunch of clothes. He caught them with both arms and followed you like a puppy to the changing rooms.

-Thank you kind sir, now I'm gonna see if they fit then I promise we're out of here.- you joked, hanging the clothes into the changing room. You closed the tent and he let himself fall delicately on one of the couches. He looked around while he waited but it turned out to be a bad idea when he saw the women from the various isles and even the shop's staff looking at him. He awkwardly smiled and then looked back at the closed changing room, sinking in his seat and covering the side of his face with a hand nonchalantly. He heard a few muffled giggles but no ne bothered him.

-Y/n are you done?- he asked, more embarassed than anything. Suddenly she pulled back the tent and started to gather a few of the garments in her hand. Bucky's gaze got caught on her figure. It was essentially the first time that she wore something fitting and not exaggerately large, so her belly was fully on display, even more so since she was turned to the side. The man felt a mix of emotions all at once and didn't quite catch the first time she called him.

-Buck, did you hear me?- he snapped out of it and stood to his feet, blinking a few times.

-It looks great.- he commented. You had on a nice flowery minidress, the sleeves were short and puffy, the square neckline showed just enough cleavage to remain classy, the breast area was tight but just below the skirt was soft and fell perfectly on your figure, showing the belly. You looked at him with a smile, chuckling slightly.

-Yeah, it fits well doesn't it? I'm getting these,- he gave a three dresses, two shirts, two t-shirts, two pairs of jeans and a pencil skirt to him, while she had other stuff in her own hands. -And I'm leaving these.- she sighed.

-Would you do me a favor? I'm dropping these off, meanwhile could you go to the pay desk? I'll be there in a sec.- he nodded and you thanked him while you walked away to the isles. Bucky walked towards the counter and dropped the garments on the desk, giving a quick smile to the girl behind it. He pulled out from the back pocket of his jeans the wallet and then the credit card, which was obviously Tony's, and put it on the glass above the counter. He waited a few seconds until the clerk, which was a nice girl with black hair and amber like eyes, spoke to him.

-So, how far are you guys?- she asked. Bucky almost choked on air at that phrase.

-Oh we- - he was about to say, but you arrived at his side and saved the situation. You smiled kindly at the girl and gave a pat on Bucky's arm.

-I'll be exactly of five months in a week, and he's more like the uncle than the father.- she tileted her head towards the brunette. The clerk smirked.

-Is he now?- she said rethorically. Then added, -That would be 277$. You're paying with cash or card?- Bucky gave her the Visa and she thanked him, finishing the payment. Y/n glanced at him with a knowing look and a slight smirk. He rolled his eyes and shook his head a little, she furrowed her brows as if to ask 'Why?' and he just mouthed 'No', so she didn't push. For now.

-Thank you for your purchase, congratulations and we hope to see you soon.- the girl said with courtesy, her gaze lingering a bit on the man, whom didn't return the look. You could see the slight disppointment of the girl.

-Thank you, have a nice day.- you saluted her and then headed out with Bucky. An hour had already passed and you still had in mind to buy a few things, but first you needed a break.

-I desperately want a piece of cake. What do you think?- you elbowed him delicately to catch his attention. He turned his head and nodded, still carrying the two bags. You arrived at the mall's cafe and ordered. He picked an iced coffe and you a slice of cheesecake and some tea, knowing that coffe wasn't that good for pregnancy. You took a seat at one of the tables outside, even tho you were still technically inside the mall.

-So, wanna tell me why you didn't accept the clear as the sun advances that the pretty shop assistant did?- you brought the fork to your mouth. He huffed and shrugged.

-Because I am not interested. I don't think I'm in the right mindspace to date right now.- he responded. You exhaled, tilting your head slightly to the side.

-Buck, I know that it didn't end up that smoothly with Nat, but she's gone.- she realized how that sounded like and quickly corrected herself, -I mean, not gone. But...gone, you know?- you cringed at your own words and he snorted.

-Very smooth y/n.- he joked, earning a glare from you.

-Shut up, I'm trying to help here. What I meant that while I understand that things with Nat didn't end up in the best of ways, she went away to give both of you the space you need to get back on your feet.- you paused, drinking a sip of tea, then offring the last bite of cake to him. He shook his head, giving you a lopsided smile.

-Don't worry, it's all yours.- you pointed your finger at him, while chewing the cheesecake. He chuckled.

-Right answer. Anyways, what I'm trying to say here, Buck, is that you have to allow yourself to try again. Because you deserve it. What do you tell me about that person you said you were interested in? I've never seen you with anyone in the last three months.- he looked to the side for a moment casually.

-They're taken so, yeah.- he simply answered, shrugging while taking a sip of coffe. You got sad all of a sudden. You eyebrows knotted in a sad expression and he noticed, giving you a small smile.

-Hey, don't do that. It's okay. I'm not like heartbroken or shit. I'm happy for her.- he assured you, -She.. well she has a family. She deserves it, so I'm happy for her.- he nodded, smiling softly. You smiled at him too, still with a hint of sadness. He took a nother sip of coffe an then raised an eyebrow, looking at you.

-Why are you crying?- he asked confused. You furruwed your brows in confusion and wiped your fingers under your eyes, realizing that a few tears had escaped. At that point without a reason, you started to feel worse and embarassed and a mess, so you sterted to actually sob a little. Bucky got up and moved his chair next to yours, hugging you.

-Hey what's wrong? I promise I'm alright.- he laughed to try and lighten the situation. You hiccupped into his chest.

-I- I know..it's just.. I don't know, these stupid hormones are making me act hysterical.- you had sittle sobs coming out every now and then. He kissed your head while he stroked your back.

-It's okay, you're not hysterical.- he chuckled softly making you smile. You pulled away from him looking in his eyes.

-I'm a mess aren't I?- Bucky wiped a little smudge of mascara under her eye, and then smiled at her lovingly.

-You look just fine, darling.- she hugged him, whispering a 'thank you, I love you' in his ear.

-I love you too- he answered.

After that, they finished their drink and Y/n told Bucky that she wanted to order a few things for the baby so they did just that. They went in a baby-stuff shop and she choose and placed some orders for a crib, a baby seat for both the car and the kitchen and the changing table. You didn't wanted to buy them right away, so you told the shop to bring them at the tower when they wanted.

When you exited the shop, it was already six thirty pm, so you decided to head back at the tower.

In the car, you told Bucky about your idea to get a midwife to help you during your pregnancy and especially when it'll be time to deliver the baby.

-I don't know y/n... I mean I think that you don't need a midwife or some other stranger to take care of you and the baby. You have Steve. You have me, and Sam, Wanda and the rest of the team. Bruce has basically become a doctor of everything, I'm sure that helping to deliver a child isn't that hard.- he shrugged while keeping his eyes on the road.

-I can't and wouldn't expect you all to babaysit me for another four months, Bucky. You have missions, classes, a you know, your own lives.- he glared at you, probably wanting to intervene and contraddict you, but he remained quiet in the end.

-And, you really can't expect Bruce to handle this. He's a fucking physician for God's sake. He's absolutely amazing, but a delivery? No, that would be too much even for him. And I would be kinda embarassed, for crying out loud.- you added with a high pitched voice. You absentmindely started to cradle your belly. He thought about it for a few seconds.

-I don't know y/n, you know how I am with strangers. But in any case it's your and Steve's decision. Please, talk to him. He's been miserable this week without you. He wouldn't shut up about how he was sorry, and stupid and in love with you and that he misses your smile, your belly and I don't know, I stopped listening after a while.- he said exasperatedly. You suppressed a smile.

-Really? - you asked sheepishly. He turned his head to look at you for a second before smiling knowingly.

-You know it's true. Your fucking married, for God's sake.- he said, tired of you two being idiots. He could just imagine how it'll be when you'll become parents. You will be great at it, but also a mess at the same time.

-Hey, Whiny Soldier, how was shopping? - Sam shouted when he saw the two of you coming in the room with your hands full of bags. You didn't see him, but you just knew that he pursed his lips and shook his head.

-

You came back at the tower just in time for dinner. Vision and Wanda had aprons tied on their chests, while the others were just chilling in the common room. Steve was there too, beside Bruce.

-Shopping was productive, thank you very much.- you answered pointing for Bucky to put down the bags.

-Let me help you take these to your room.- he offered, but you gave him a look and he understood immediately, putting them down. You smiled and kissed his cheek.

-Thank you for being my human cart today.- his jaw dropped, pretending to be offended.

-Oooh- Sam howled and the others laughed. Steve smiled slightly, still mortified by your little 'cold shoulder week'  thing.

-You're lucky I can't tickle you to death right now.- he pointed his finger at you before walking to the fridge to pour himself a glass of water.

-Yeah, yeah, like you say big guy.- you teased him. You paused, shifting your gaze to Steve. He was wearing a blue hoodie and gray sweatpants, his dirty blonde hair were starting to get a bit long at the sides and a few strands fell on his forehead, while his jaw was covered with a slight scruff. His puppy dog eyes met yours and you couln't help but melt a little.

-Steve, are you well enough to help me with these?- you asked and even before you could finish he was on his feet. He almost tripped from how fast he tried to reach you.

-Yes I'm perfectly well I mean I'd love to help you. I mean obv- - you raised an eyebrow and he stopped, looking down. The whole team was watching in silence like it was a damn movie.

-I'm rambling, I'm sorry.- he said lowly. You sighed and places three of the four bags in his hands.

-C'mon. And you all, get a life.- you called them out while you two walked to the elevator. A few minutes later, after the short, silent, trip, you arrived to your room. He placed the bags on the bed and you did the same after closing the door behind you.

-Help me take off the price tags.- you invited him. He grabbed the bag, taking out the first garment. It was a white baby onesie, with Captain America's shield logo on it in white, blue, and red. His breath got caught in his throat and he suddenly let out a sob.

You snapped your head up in confusion, your features softening when you saw him. He sat on the bed, head down, onesie still in his hand. You put down the dress you had in your hands and went to sit next to him, since it would've been really uncomfortable for you to bend on your legs now. You hand went istinctively to rub his back.

-Can we talk?- he asks with broken voice. You tilt your head to the side to look at him with the shadow of a smile on your face.

-Only if you stop crying. Or else none of us will be able to talk at all.- he chuckles slightly making you smile lovingly. He wraps his big arms around you, nuzzling his face in your neck, your collarbones exposed due to the large shirt you were wearing. The wave of relief that washed over you in that moment was hard to describe.

-I missed you so much, baby. I couldn't stand the thought of you being mad at me. I'm sorry for being so impulsive.- he sniffed while he talked. You nodded, cupping his face gently. Steve melted into your touch.

-I know you are. And I'm sorry too. I know that I've been harsh with you these past days, it's just...- he waited patiently, -You're not responsable for only yourself anymore. I understand, please trust me, I understand what you wanted to do and also that you feel like it's your duty to do that. And it kinda is, but my point is- you shook your head realizing that you weren't really explaining yourself.

-What I mean is that you cannot put your life behind other's. Not for me, not even for the team. We're grown ass adults okay? Fow how much you can love us and we can love you, we are our own person. But this- you placed his hand on your belly, -This had been a choice. Your, mine. We both are responsable for this life. The same way I gave up my job, and the lessons. Now, I'm not asking you to stop going on missions, but I'd like you to be with me as much as possible. And that when you go, you'll be careful. Please, Steve.- you say softly, almost in the verge of tears. Again. You've cried more in five months than in your whole life probably.

-You're right. It was pretty hypocritical of me to get mad at you for the same reason in the first place.- he shook his head in disappointment. You rolled your eyes, adding -Work. I think we'll have to rearrange ourselves in this department.- you smiled and he laughed, agreeing.

-So, are we gonna get these off the bed and use the space in a better way or what?- your lips curled in a seductive smirk that quite shocked him. He recovered quickly, jumping on his feet and placing the bags on the ground in a split second. You threw you head back laughing at his eagerness, but you honestly couldn't blame him. Your hormones were a mess and your horniness at level 100, but you often were either sick, tired, hungry or he was. And not to mention the missions that separated you. So let's say that since you got pregnant the sex decreased noticeably, which was something that you wanted to fix. You phisically missed and needed him.

He returned to you and crashed his lips to yours, and soon enough you were a mess of tongues and lip bites and sucks that got interrupeted just briefly to get your clothes off. He didn't have anything under his hoodie, and you happily noticed that he was completely healed and that his weeks in the tower were due to the lack of new missions. You sincerely hoped it would last. After his hoodie, his pants and boxers were next. With you the situation was a bit more complex: first the light material shirt you had on had to be unbuttoned, then your tank top, the jeans' belt and the pants themselves. When you were left in just your underwear, a plain set of cotton white bra and panties, Steve stopped to look at your body.

He was in awe of you. He rose his hand and started a caress that began on your cheek, his thumb on your bottom lip, then descended to your now fuller breasts, to the curve of your waist to to your baby bump. At that point he bent down on his knees and kissed it softly.

-Hey little one, if you want to take a nap, now it would be a good time.- he whispered directly to the stretched skin. You let out a sound that was halfway between of a whine and a laugh.

-Steve, Jesus Christ.- you covered your face with your hands. You heard him laugh and stand on his feet again. He removed your hands gently, kissing you again with slow, agonizing passion that even let escape a ridiculous whine from your lips at the loss.

-Where were we?- he reached behind your back and unclasped the bra, sliding it off your shoulders and freeing your breasts.

-Mrs and Mr. Rogers I'm sorry to disturb, miss Maximoff would like me to inform you that dinner's ready.- you stopped hearing F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice. You groaned, annoyed at the interruption, but Steve suddenly started to push you on the bed and to lick and suck your boobs.

-Tell miss Maximoff that we have dinner here.- he responded biting softly your nipple, making you whimper.

-It will be done, mr Rogers.-

-Geez Steve, couldn't you be more specific?- you sassed with a deep breath, distracted by your husband's mouth. He snorted moving further down to remove your panties.

-You're already pregnant, couldn't be more obvious than that.- you started to laugh, but it soon became a loud moan when you felt his tongue licking a long stripe on your pussy. You closed your eyes and istinctively wanted to bring your hand in his hair, but you found an obstacle. A medium big, round and naked obstacle. You huffed and Steve stopped, tilting his head to the side, since now you couldn't even see him from between your legs.

-Are you okay?- he asked, worry in his voice. You sat on the bed, helping yourself with your hands. He returned beside you, waiting.

-It's just..ugh I'm so awkward and big and not confident if I have to be honest.- you say for the first time out loud. You wanted to cover yourself by curling your knees to you chest, but again, you swollen stomach didn't allow it. At that point you got even more frustrated.

-Damn it.- Steve places his fingers under your chin and made you look at him. His eyes were serious but not mad.

-Hey, none of that. Do you even realize the miracle your beautiful body is doing? You're creating a whole life in there, baby.- he smiled brightly looking in your eyes, -And by the way, you're still hot as fuck.- that made you laugh. He kept smiling while he made you lay down again on the sheets.

-This beautiful face..these cheeks are even sweeter now.- he peppered them with kisses making you giggle uncontrollably.

-Don't get me started on these ones...- his hands cupped your breasts while his mouth attacked your nipples and the soft skin. You moaned softly, your hand immediately in his short hair, your nails delicately scratching his scalp.

-But you know my most favorite thing?- he kept going, -This.- he was now between your legs, kneeled in front of your stomach. He caressed it and kissed it a few times. Then his gaze  locked in yours again. You almost felt hypnotized, both by his velvety voice and his touch.

-I love it because it's round and soft and most importantly because it's giving me a family. A baby. And you know who's giving me all of this? You are. So don't ever be insecure about this wonderful body, please.- you smiled at him softly. Soon enough the mood changed again when he spoke his next words.

-Now, are you gonna let me thank this stunning body like it deserves or not?- you felt the smirk in his voice, his blue eyes hungry. You mirrored his expression propping yourself up on your elbows.

-Would like to see it.- you answer. He huffs out a laugh and reprises what he started doing a few minutes prior. He took good care of you until you came on his tongue, and at that point you grabbed him to crash your lips together. You kept moving and bringing him with you, until he found himself laying down on his back and you straddling his hips. Steve's hands immediately went to your sides, trying to not move and let you do the work, even though all he wanted was to fuck you until you both could't anymore.

You kept you eyes on his while you stroked him a few times before slowly sinking on him. He squeezed both his eyes shut and your hips, huffing a long breath. That could've almost made you laugh if you weren't just as wrecked. Your hips started moving, back and forth, to the sides in painfully slow circular motions. At one point he grabbed your ass, sitting up and making you gasp.

-Doll I'm kinda struggling here- he breathed out kissing your neck while you kept moving. -I want to be delicate but damn.- he nipped at your sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. Your hips started going faster with the help of his hands guiding you and soon enough you were panting and kissing each other passionately and messily.

-Oh, Steve I'm almost there- you moan hugging his head to your chest. He moaned too, reaching in front of you with his hand to circle your clit.

-I'm right behind you baby.- he reassured you while in reality he was trying hard not to come in that exact moment. He craved you more than usual, not only beacause your body was actually so fucking hot to him but also because he hasn't touched you for almost two whole weeks.

Just a few seconds later you gripped his shoulders, hiding your face in his neck. His breath got caught in his troath at the way you clenched around him when you came. And as a cue, he followed you short after, coming inside you. You stayed like that, hugging and cuddling for some minutes, then he kissed you and moved you gently on his side, hissing slightly when you lost contact.

-Be right back.- he said going to the bathroom and returning with a wet wash cloth. He cleaned you up from both of your releases and then went back to throw the dirty fabric in the laundry basket. You looked at him with a lopsided smile, still hazy and quite tired from the recent activity. He mirrored your expression with messy hair, crawling in the bed to you and pulling you on his side after.

-I needed that.- you say. He sighed, -I definetly did too. How come we always end up having sex after we argue or talk?- he asked casually. You shrugged.

-I don't know, the important thing is that the talk comes first and then, the sex.- he agreed with a nod. You chewed on you lip a bit before speaking again.

-Honey- you called, he hummed.

-While you were away last week I started to think about how I will probably need more help in the future, you know. And the fact that you and the others are often away on missions. And I mean it's totally alright, that's work but... I felt so bad when Sam and Wanda were left behind last time. And just to 'babysit' me.- he looked down at you with a frown.

-They offered to stay behind because they wanted to. We're taking turns on missions all the time.- he responded. You barely noticed that he had started to caress your belly.

-That's not the point, you know it. The last mission was quite big. I know my work well enough to know that Fury would've sent all the team, if I weren't left behind. Also by now we both understood that this baby isn't a normal baby and that is why I'm so sick so often. Bruce can't be here all the time, and for how good and skilled he his, he's not an expert in the baby field.- he was listening to you intently, but he wasn't quite sure with where you wanted to go with this.

-What's the point?- he asked, moving a strand of your hair from your face with his fingers.

-The point is,  that I've read a lot in these months, and I think that we should hire a midwife. It would be someone that stays with me most of the day and helps me. An actual expert.-

-And how would you explain that our child has the blood of two super soldiers?- his hand motioned himself and you. You got up, towards the bathroom.

-Steve, we share the house with a god, a giant green monster, enhanced people, a witch, a kid that has the powers of a spider and an intelligent robot. I think it wouldn't be a great surprise.- you closed the door, peed and then refreshed yourself before going back to take some clean clothes. You saw that he was waiting for you to get out, probably wanting to shower.

-Okay then, I guess we can arrange that, if that will make you feel better.- he finally spoke. You kissed his cheek, already in your underwear.

-Thank you. You're showering?- he nods, the raises an eyebrow.

-Wanna join?- you laugh and shake your head.

-No, baby not now. I get tired quite easily and if the bed's already a bit difficult to work with, the shower must be a nightmare.- he pouted.

-You're right.-

-But- he stops the door before it closes, waiting for you to continue. -I want to fix your hair and your beard if you let me.- a lopsided smile opens on his face.

-Be my guest.-

-

After you sat him down on the edge of the bathtub, you shortened the longer strands on top with tiny scissors. After that you picked up the electric razor and groomed the sides, shortneing them but not removing them completely. You did the same with the beard, leaving a short, barely visible scruff. About twenty minutes later you were done. You put down the razor and took a step back to look at your work.

-Perfect.- you commented, brushing the hair that fell on his chest and shoulders. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror, smiling.

-Is there anything you can't do?- he asked. You smirked, kissing him before starting to clean up.

-No, I'm a woman.-

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"How about an imagine with Colson, where his girl adopts two pups (they’re still growing and both are half husky half wolf) because they’re brothers and inseparable and couldn’t let them on their own and because she misses Colson, so she has someone to snuggle with. Colson comes back home after a few months and finds two huge dogs on his side of the bed and they’re growling at him because they think he’s a threat and wont let him get close to her?" requested by @being-worthy ❤

As you can see I’m still alive I just moved, got a new job and started a new life in Budapest, but I haven’t forgot about you, so here is a piece I just finished for you this afternoon. Hope you will like it and don’t hate me because I haven’t brought new goodies for you for such a long time. LOVE YOU ALL!!

- You can seriously shock people when your answer to the famous "Are you a cat or a dog person" is a simple "I'm neither of those people. " Yeah... you like animals but never really were a huge fan of them, you could easily live without them.

- Probably that's why your friends were surprised when they knew that you became the mother of not one but two little puppies.

- When that miracle happened, you were out and about with Colson, your boyfriend (who you just moved in with) because you were spending your last few days with him before his 4 months long European/Asian/Australian started.

- You were walking hand in hand with him on a street before noon in Los Angeles (what was kinda weird because getting Colson out of bed before 12am was a mission impossible but you wanted to have a breakfast outside so you convinced him) when you passed by a shop which garden had a shelter for homeless puppies. You don't know why but suddenly you felt that you had to go in there.

- Okay... you knew exactly why you had to do that. A lost, little one somehow managed to escape from the garden and wanted to get back in but alone he couldn't do such a thing so you helped her/him a little.

- "Will she/he eat me alive if I touch her/him?" this question really left your lips when you looked at Colson with a scared smile.

- "Yeah... cute, little puppies usually feed on people's arms. But maybe with you they will do an exception and they will eat your whole arm." yeah, your boyfriend wasn't a big help but before he could finish his sarcastic answer that little one was already in your arms. "Fuck you, Baker." you murmured with an angelic smile. "But there are children here." he stated dramaticly as you two entered that garden while holding the lost one. "And I didn't know that you like this kind of attention... "he murmured under his breath cheeky but you chose not to give attention to his words.

- "I think... you lost someone." these were your first words when you saw the girl who worked there, who at the moment was trying to feed those innocent, abandoned souls.

- "Don't tell me she escaped again... " - she looked at you, apologizing with her look.

- "Maybe it was just a little adventure time?" you asked jokingly as the little one decided not to stay anymore in your hands and wanted to play with the others.

- "You can say that... she and her sister are the best and somehow the worst ones here... I don't think I saw them stopping just only when they are sleepin" she admitted. "Is she talking about you or the dogs?" Colson asked you getting near to your ears.

- You didn't have to be nowhere at the time and somehow you knew exactly that this place magically found you. You needed to be there and then.

- You casually started to chat with the girl, and both of you, you and Colson enjoyed playing with the puppies. It was pure love, just the purest one and it felt so good and free. You needed this.

- "I think she really likes you... she keeps coming back to you, which is kinda strange because she almost never leaves the side of her sister." - the girl noticed the unusual behaving of the adventurous soul.

- „Dogs feel the evil in a person… don’t they?” – Colson asked the girl motioning towards you with the brightest smile. He thought he could play you and not get what he deserves for his sarcasm. Ohh sweet cheeky boy, he just needed to wait.

- „Actually they do… but they sense the love more, that even stronger than we human beings.” - she answered and that was the time when you pointed your free middle finger towards your handsome boyfriend. „1-0 to me… asshole.” – you murmured without even saying a word, smiling like an idiot.

- You spent there almost two hours without even realizing the passing of time. It just felt right. And leaving that place was quite hard for your soul, to be honest, which again as a not really animal-person was the strangest feeling ever.

- You just couldn’t shake the missing feeling from your soul, and the fact that your boyfriend also left for tour wasn’t helping either… and than you had a dream, like a gift from God… actually it was a gift from God, just a two piece gift, who were two cute breathing creatures.

- Yeah… after two days of the inner struggling you went back to that place hoping that those cuties were there. Like you knew that hoping this was a little bit selfish but as the days passed show felt a connection rising inside you like never before. You were ready and committed to be a dog mom of two. Was it the strangest and craziest feeling for you? Of course it was. Did it let you stop? Of course not.

- Somehow the gods answered your prayers and when you went back, those inseparable loving souls were there… almost like waiting for you.

- The next couple of weeks were like bat shit crazy. First… you wanted to keep the additional family members as a secret, just for a few days… but the days turned into weeks and then months. You didn’t know how, but you could keep your boyfriend out of this… but not for a long time, you knew that because after the tour he was coming back to your shared place and you were quite sure he would notice the company you two had.

- To be honest this wasn’t really a strange thing after all. Yeah… you knew when you two, with Colson got together that him going on tour would affect you a lot, and the first time was the hardest time, and it was just 1 months first than with a break another 1 but this time it was 4 consecutive months without seeing him, leaving you alone and lonely in your home and you weren’t mad at him because he was doing his job but you still felt the ache, the loneliness in you… and somehow the universe guided you to the best solution… or solutions in this scenario.

- He was supposed to come back the next day… and after a long day cleaning the house, putting together a welcoming board for him, you just fell to your bed with Netflix on, cuddling with the sweetest joyballs of them all. These two, not so little anymore dogs kept you sane… and this time, warm too. You needed the company.

- “Okay… okay…. just calm down… okay? I won’t hurt her. I won’t even step closer… just Psssst… don’t wake her up, okay? Could you do that for me?” – he tried to be quit, but it wasn’t really happening, probably because your sweet bodyguards didn’t stop growling at him.

- “Hey guys… it’s okay… I promise.” – there wasn’t a chance that you could fall back sleep not when your boyfriend showed up in the middle of the night, way more earlier than you expected that. “Am I dreaming or what?” – you needed to be sure as you sit up, trying to calm down the growling loved ones.

- “I think… I can have the same question. But I would love to add one more… Am I kicked out now or what the hell is happening right now?” – he asked pointing to his side of the bed where I had already company.

- “I don’t think this counts as cheating… Am I right?” – you got out of the bed slowly hoping that your dogs won’t eat him alive but as you got closer to him, slowly touching him they saw that he wasn’t a threat after all. “We have to talk about it… because I did not expect this… I could have never expected this…” – he said wrapping you in his arms, finally.

- “You know… you left a crazy girlfriend here… alone… lonely… and one day she went cuckoo and returned home with company” – you admitted not really regretting what you had done.

- “Did they help you… not to feel that alone?” – he kept your face between his hands and he sit down on the bed with you on his lap. He stared directly into your soul. He wasn’t mad at all… he was curious and maybe… hurt for you?

- “Hey, hey, hey… don’t do this… okay? I knew way before what I got myself into and I am happy for you, even happier that you came back… back to me… back to us… Don’t hate yourself because you left me, be happy because you came back because we are more than happy that you are here” – you assured him giving little kisses to his heart shaped lips, to his almost bearded face.

- “I don’t think they are that happy about me…” – he commented. “Yeah… there is a chance that you have to move out from here… but… you know… it’s not a big thing…” – of course you played along his game.

- “Oh fuck you girl…. fuck you…” – he burried his face in your neck smiling.

- “I wouldn’t mind that… but not with these adventurous brothers here with us… they are still little ones…” – you admitted, not being able to holding your laughs back.

- “They are the ones… from that shelter… aren’t they?”

- “Maybe yes… maybe not…why does it matter? Not that you could give them back… not that I would let you do that… because probably I would go with them too…It’s us… or nothing.”

- “I just new that you would go back for them… I thought you would wait for me… but I kinda understand that you didn’t. I just felt this… kinda had a dream about it.”

- “You don’t say so… Mr. mentalist… so you aren’t mad? – you asked keeping your hands already inside of his shirt.

- “I think we can come up with a solution… “ – he said slowly undressing you, his lips not leaving your skin, not for a moment. “… which would benefit both of us.”

- “I think… they are agreeing with us.” – you said as your dogs just left the room and as you let him falling back to the bed, leaving you totally on top of him. “Or they just don’t enjoy the free porn…” – he added.

- “Sweet lord… your mind… sweet lord… you are some other kind of animal, Colson…”

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Arrangements (part 4)

PHEW never thought I would actually be run out of ideas for this series I created right on the start of this blog neither that I was going to be filled with requests 😂 but finally is here the fourth part about it.

If you're not familiar, pls take a sneak peak on the masterlist that the three first part are all there, it won't hurt you promise 👀

Anyway. Enjoy it! (Or not, if that's the case I'm sorry)

You tighten the know made of sheets, certifications were never too much. Especially on this situation you got involved with.

Your dad was a wise man. Even though daring to contradict a contract with the boss of the Shie Hassaikai, he insisted for you to start preparing your escapade. His quirk on action as well while you prepared for in the middle of the night to jump from that balcony and escape that arrangement marriage.

You sweared on your life that this was madness, that you tried to deny your father's offer for his own safety, but he insisted. He refused to let his kid drown on a life with the mafia like he did... out of pure desperation.

You jumped when you heard talking from the other side and immediately covered your made up rope as you turned your front to the door. Widening your eyes a bit in fear when you catch those monotonous, cold, unforgiving golden eyes on you.

He didn't say a word, merely closing the door behind him. Never taking his glance out of you. He averted his eyes a bit only to carres a desk with that gloved hand of his, he soon bringed the said palm as he rubbed his index finger with his thumb, face the same as always ever since you met him.

"Dirty." He muttered in what only could be called disgust. A frow forming on his forehead as he inspected the room "Good for nothing subordinates I see." He mumbled nonchantly to himself as you gulped down the air stuck on your throat.

His amber eyes suddenly looked back at you, irritation present on this time as he spoke like you were some kind of mischievous child.

"I see that or you are throwing a tantrum about not eating for whatever reason, or you simply still haven't customized around the place." He sighed with annoyance as he arche done eyebrow "Which one is it?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at his arrogance and curled your hands into fits, but still got your compusture together.

"Well, as some forced thing, clearly I wouldn't be on the most comfortable side of here." You spoke with a tad bit of fear, lowering your gaze down at noticing that he didn't even blinked while looking at you.

"Such childish thing." He scoffed and looked at the window of your room "In your place many would be considered lucky, be grateful for such a place on the Shie Hassaikai. But instead you are taking more time to simply get used to it?" He asked in sarcasm as you cringed.

"Grateful for it? Your men had dragged my father out of this place only because he didn't wanted to accept the deal!" You almost exclaimed and got even more furious at sieng how he didn't showed one bit of emotion on that face of his.

"For the subbordinates to take him out like that he must have done something. Nothing in here is done without a good reason for it."

"Yeah sure, the reason was because my father was a decent man that simply didn't took Arrangement marriage as a option?!"

"He had a debt with the headmaster." His gaze darkned as he took steps closer "And this was the price. Wanting or not you're an example of purity on this sick word, and a great partner to be. So this is both of us fate, so deal with it." He hissed the last words as you scoffed.

"Fate is not something to put up with." You glared back at him "Is something that us, human creatures, choose to make. And marriage should be done with people you love and have feelings for it, I don't even know you!"

"Trying to make me laugh? Humans in general are disgusting creatures that cant even see besides their own selves on the mirror, selfish and sick as always. And about that... word, what are you? Ten? This is not some make up story, this is real life." He got closer to your face and you could feel the warmth breath of his passing through his mask and hitting your face slightly "Love does not exist. What exist is desires, nothing more nothing less."

"Then you really had a bad as hell childhood man..." you muttered but immediately regreted at seing his calm eyes turning into wide and feral ones.

"You've got some disrespect there then." He growled as he towered over you like a wolf cornering a rabbit... ready to kill at any moment "Listen well. You are now my property. And there is nothing you can do to change that, or you accept in the good or in the bad way."

You scoffed at that but hitted the wall behind you, your nerves getting the best of you as the man returned to hsi cold, yet ready to attack at any moment, attitude.

"As if I'm ever going to listen a spoiled man that thinks that only because a deal was settled he gets what he wants. I dont know you, and neither you did little to earn my respect or my trust." Your eyes changed daggers with his glare.

"So in the bad way then..." he muttered lifting up his hand as he snuck one or two fingers under his gloves as you only furrowed your eyebrows in both confusion and curiosity.

Even before he xould finish, shouts were heard and both of you jolted your heads at that. But then... one of the many man's voices got your attention, making your heart almost jump out of your throat, your knees grow weak, mind goes numb as you could only mutter one word.

"Dad.." you whispered and somehow Chisaki managed to catch it before you stormed out of the room as he looked at you... curiously.

First person who dares to speak to him like that and quirkless no less? An interesting yet irritading little thing you were aparently.

You screamed at the scene in the front yard, your dad being pinned down by a much larger and muscular man as he grabbed your father by the hair and slammed his head right on one of the many path of stones.

"STOP! PLEASE STOP!" you screamed and went to grab on the man's arm to at least try to prevent him from hurting your father no less.

"What is the meaning of this..?" The head master voice echoes as the man whose was beating your father answered.

"This man tried to get in boss. A thief or something."

"NO HE ISN'T!" You cried out loud while hitting his arms repeatedly "LET GO! UNHAND HIM!"

"No Rikiya." The elder sighed "This is one of my old debtors. What brings him here at this hours is what it doubts me."

You sobbed and the man, aparently the name was Rikiya, had enough of you bugging on his arm. Scoffing and throwing you away.

You prepared for a fall right on the dirty ground... not colliding with a chest and arms to prevent your fall and possible bruises.

The man himself, the one who just and argued with you, was there. Monotonous and stoic expression present as always as his face was iluminated by the moon and starts on the sky. He wasn't looking at you, yet was with his arms on you preventing you from failing.

The action didn't last long since he immediately pushed you away after some time, as he arched one eyebrow at the bloody nose and forehead man standing on his knees right in front of him.

"My commurate, care to explain to me what you're doing at such a hour in here?"

Your father didn't muttered a words as your heartbeat was in yours ears. Especoally when you saw two more man appearing out of no where.

The elder sighed while Chisaki lifted his hand to catch the headmaster attention, the old man sighing again before nodding apprehensively. Chisaki seemed pleased at that, snapping his fingers as some sort of call to one of the man, he merely pointed at your father after that as the guy nodded, walking close to your father before asking.

"What brings you here?" He asked while you stared at your father, his lips quivering as if he was holding himself back...

"I came in here to get my daughter back. I wont accept her to fall in the same fate of having to depend or even worse even live on some yakusa place." Your father and yours eyes opened up in horror as you felt a dark aurea coming from Chisaki from besides you.

"Now this is my option and my decision Chisaki. You've doen enough." He scoffed at that, averting his eyes away in anger as your own fixed on the headmaster.

"My old friend..." the old man frowned before sighing and returning to his old composture "You know the rules, betray and have one finger or member out."

No... god no...

"Yes sir." Your father mumbled as the man, Kurono came from behind you with a fucking katana. You could tell it was sharp by only looking at it.

No..!

Your father was released from Rikiya's grip and didn't even moved when Kurono got closer, lifting his sword just a bit as your father shakily offered his wrist.

"NO!" You shouted and the old man looked at you.

"Those are the rules young lady. Your father knows better then this."

"PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO HIM!" Yoi sobbed and fell on your knees "I BEG YOU! ALL OF YOU! FOR GOD'S SAKE JUST HAVE MERCY!"

For some unknown reason Chisaki felt his chest tighten at the hysterical way you cried, making him even change looks between Kurono and your sobbing figurine on the floor.

"Please s-sir! H-he Is my only f-family! Dont hurt him!" You cried even more and even almost howled as the headmaster frowned.

"Why, isn't your mother..?"

"She is in a coma!" You exclaimed with tears rolling down your face as you spoke, making Kai's eyes go wide open "For about ten years! Please I beg you! Cut my own arm or finger, I dont care! Just dont hurt my father!" You cried in your hands as Chisaki saw your father's teary eyes looking at you, muttering something hoarsely...

It was your name...

He frowned at your figurine and sighed, grabbing you by the arm and lifting you up with a scoff. The headmaster arched one eyebrow at his sucessor making his way to Kurono, taking the sword out of his grasp and ordering the man to get up.

You stood unmoving on the ground, trembling like a leaf as you looked at the man you fought earlier extending the sword right at your father's chest, one inch or less as a distance.

Then he did something that made you confused, but at least got your breath back... he threw the sword on the ground, still staring at your father as he spoked something to him.

Your dad's eyes open wide at that before looking over you. You called weakly for him and he smiled, doing a little salute as he dismissed himself from there and excused for his actions.

Although, he called for Chisaki for something. The man arching one eyebrow at that before your father handed something neatly wrapped on a napkin to him, speaking to him as Chisaki did not even changed his facial expression.

And in one blink of an eye, the gates of the yakusa closed, you with teary eyes at the floor as your father looked back, one last smile before the gates closed.

You blinked the tears away as the mens present made their way back to their quartes, you looked down at the wooden floor of the balcony... wondering if what you saw was real... he had just gone away and neither of you got punished for it? You knew how the yakusa worked...

You gasped at noticing the shoes of your future fiance, looking up at him and seing hiw the moon this time gave him a form of the halo... his face already with the black mask emerged on the darkest, yet his golden eyes shined through it.

"Get out from the floor." He ordered nonchantly, you got up, almost tripping over again "Take a shower and go to bed. This is what we will call it a might so far, don't bother me with nonsense or dissobey orders."

And with that he was walking back inside, hands on his pockets as his heart thumped hardly on his chest, grasping it in his glived hand as a form to steady himself.

What the hell did you do..?

You looked in disbelief. It couldn't be right...Such a arrogant man like him just... saved your father form having a badly injury..?

Did you really knew him? Did you really knee the man called Chisaki Kai?

[iturbide]

I'm actually a touch surprised you don't like Edelgard! With as much sympathy as you have for tortured villain figures (I've read. so much of your stuff on Grima over time), I thought there'd be a bit more of that "they're wrong for the violence, but they have good inside and can be taught better" approach. Homegirl watched like 29374 siblings be tortured to death and had horrific experimentation done to make her fit into a broken, abusive system. It seems a touch double-standardy, suppose.

Let me assure you, there’s not a double standard going on here.  Because there are several very key differences between Grima and Edelgard: namely intent, regret, and growth. 

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Grima is, in every way, a tragic figure: they gave their all for humanity, only to be used and abused until it grew too much to bear, at which point they snapped from the grief and the pain and went on a blind rampage that only ended when they were stopped by force...at which point, they settled, and realized what happened, and regretted their loss of control.  Grima, by my personal estimation, never wanted to be raised by the Grimleal, never wanted to destroy the world (Lucina’s doomed timeline was an unfortunate consequence of the Risen horde that swept across the land following Validar’s execution of Plegia’s entire populace to feed his ritual at the Dragon’s Table; or the one she went to fix), and even in Askr never raised a hand to harm anyone, preferring solitude until the Summoner started getting through to them and bringing them around.  And once they did start coming around, they turned their attention toward personal atonement and ensuring that what happened back then never happens again, protecting those they care for even if it means taking wounds themselves.  They do not expect forgiveness from those they wronged, but they consistently strive to learn, to grow, to do and be better than they were.

Edelgard, meanwhile, certainly has a tragic backstory: she had ten siblings who she watched die as a consequence of the Twisted experiments they were subjected to, isolated from her father who was stripped of any power and authority to aid them and who eventually wasted away into little more than a hollow vestige of the man she knew, and forced to bow to the wills of not only the Imperial nobles who controlled the Empire but the Twisted creatures who tortured her.  Her solution, though, was to take power in the Empire and then launch a crusade where she ordered her people onto the killing fields to fight for her ambition, considering them worthy sacrifices for her ‘higher cause,’ never backing down or ever considering that there might be another way to reach her goal without so much loss of life.  She doesn’t care at all how high the death toll climbs, because no sacrifice is too great in service to her personal goal -- and she is never shown to second guess herself, reconsider her objective or her means, and she never once faces consequences for her actions in her own route.

Grima did not intend to kill.  They lost themselves in grief and rage, and in the process they took countless lives -- something they regretted once they came back to their senses, and vowed never to repeat.  Initially they did this through isolation, but with help and support -- something they initially refused, but eventually came to not only appreciate but be grateful for -- they eventually integrated themselves into society and continously work toward personal growth, doing no harm to others unless someone else attacks them or theirs first.  Edelgard, meanwhile, specifically set out to kill, and made a point before she ever became Emperor that lives lost on her own side were ‘necessary sacrifices for a higher cause.’  She never shows remorse for her choices or her actions, and in fact resists change at every turn, refusing potential alliances or peaceful means to an end and writing off her fellow Lords -- including her own step-brother -- as lost causes.  Edelgard does not listen, she surrounds herself instead with enablers and those who share her personal belief system rather than reaching out and trying to find other options, other methods, other ways that might not entail so much bloodshed. 

So yeah, I do love me a tortured villain.  But Edelgard’s not a tortured villain: she made her choice, just the way that Validar did when he decided to use his child as nothing more than a vessel to Grima -- and by his own words during the battle at the Dragon’s Table, he was willing to beat Robin within an inch of his life to succeed in his selfish ambition to raise Grima (”There is no damage I can do your body that the fell dragon cannot repair!”).  To her, the ends justify any means, no matter how bloody, and I will not condone that.

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look | reconcile

"What was it that you wanted to speak to me about?" Your classmate pulled his chair out, placing his tray on the monotonous, planate table that stood between the two of you. His vision was focused on the cold soba in front of him, yet it sat untouched, even after he seated himself. The boy seemed different, drastically so. Your training together had ceased after his mother burned his face, and it was apparent that it had taken a toll on him. He had been a sweet boy in your year of knowing him, but now he came off as cold. Distant, even.

Clearing your throat along with your thoughts, you began to speak. "Can you recall training with a girl when you were younger?"

His eyes flicked up to your face in inspection. You attempted to keep your face as blank as possible around other people, but it was possible that he would be able to recognize you easier if you lifted the corners of you mouth. Begrudgingly, you carried out the action. Shouto's mother had always talked about how you were prettier with a smile on your face, and although you respected her, keeping a neutral face was more strategical. As you twisted your features into the unnatural form, his eyes widened. Instead of correcting his expression as a way of following what the two of you had been taught to do as children, the look of incredulity continued to stay glued to his face.

"Yunseo?" Letting out a breath of relief, your fake smile went away, only to be replaced with a smaller, authentic grin. To anyone other than the two of you, the small twitch of your lips would have gone unnoticed. He caught the movement, but the usual reciprocation was left undone. His eyes flashed with contemplation before returning to his normal, stoic facade. "How has training been going?"

Air blew through your nose in a silent sigh before you responded. "It's (Y/n), now. Training is similar to how it was with Enji, but consisting of a lot less... abuse. It's not direct, but Jinho has thrown me into rocks as if I were a rag doll on multiple occasions... It helps, though. I've become more resilient. You?"

The saddened look he shot your way was too much. Averting your eyes, you stared down at the food in front of you as he began speaking. "It's still the same. Stretches, gym training, hand-to-hand, then quirk training... You know the motions." Pausing, he flicked his eyes to the ceiling, hands fiddling under the table as he regained his composure. It wasn't that talking about life was the problem, it was that you had been his lifeline back at the beginning, and now you were back. You and his mother... "I've grown a lot, too. Sometimes I regret staying here, but once I graduate, I'll be free from him."

How tiring must it have been for him, a child, to scrape by all of the familial carnage that he had witnessed alone? It was clear that he had been raised differently to most people, his irregular maturity hinting toward it. It was a miracle that he hadn't ended up as a villain.

The two of you sat in silence for the next few minutes, reminiscing your childhoods. At the beginning, it was just you in an adoption home, waiting day after day for someone to take you. As the children around you grew older, the hope that they had once harbored was extinguished as the years passed.

'Why does no one want me?'

'Am I not good enough?'

Even though you had only been four years old at the time, watching people come and go had flicked a switch in you. A switch that shouldn't have been flicked for many years, a switch that some never turned on. The light that poured out of it was one of realization. The realization that humans are shallow, selfish creatures. The type that only care for themselves and what benefit them. Then again, isn't that the right way to live? Without any concern for another being, chasing after the prime version of you? Leaving the weak behind and taking in the strong as allies was the only way of succeeding in the abstract form of time that we call "life".

But then Jinho came in. In the world that had always been covered in a dark hue, he had shone a new light upon it. Jinho was a loving father figure for some time, Woojin being a supportive older brother. But once your quirk manifested, all of that changed. He sent you off to train with Endeavor, leaving little time for relaxation at home. Sometimes, you just stayed at his house over night. Woojin was a thing of the past, as he was busy training with his father, but he never changed when you saw him. He was still the same funny, overprotective and adorable brother you had always known. Jinho, however, became a distorted, fun-house mirror version of Endeavor. His morals became dubitable, fatherly affection scarce, and his old, empathetic nature was left behind. To this day, you were still curious as to why the drastic change occurred, and it would quite possibly stay that way, as it had for the past decade.

Before you knew it, the bell had rung, and you stood up to throw away the untouched food. Shouto followed behind, a dark look upon his face.

The next day, classes seemed to roll by slowly. Even more so than the first day, if that was possible. You had opted to sit by Kaminari that day, goal being to strengthen your relationships with your classmates. Iida had been sitting with Uraraka and Midoriya, the latter two not exactly being your type of people.

"So, (Y/n), how are things between you and Todoroki?" The red-head sitting across from you asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "My name's Kirishima Eijirou, by the way."

You dryly chuckled, face devoid of amusement. As vague answers were best when you weren't entirely sure of an answer, you kept it simple. "We're friends."

"Oh. That wasn't juicy at all." Kirishima whined, slurping up his noodles. Jirou Kyouka winced from his left, scratching at her temple. You glimpsed a wire-like object sliding away from her earlobe. It seemed to plug into the side of his arm, resulting in a screech from Kirishima.

"You know, (Y/n), you don't have to deal with his shit." She said, retracting the extension. She lifted up the cup and took a sip, effectively turning into a meme. "He's a little bitch, if I have anything to say about it. Which I do."

While Kirishima rolled his eyes, Kaminari clung onto your forearm to keep himself from falling off of the chair in laughter. 'God, he's extra...'

As people filed back into the classroom, murmurs began to start up about the next class. Hero Basic Training, the class taught by the one and only All Might. You stayed in your seat in the back of the room, eavesdropping on other conversations.

"I'm gonna fucking crush that number one hero!" Bakugou.

"I wonder if his smile is as bright in person as it is on screen..." Ashido.

"Let me stick my balls to his muscles!!!" ...Mineta?

"...I have come through the door like a normal person!" A tall, masculine figure called as it hopped through the door. Gasps of excitement chorused throughout the room as the students came to the realization that it was, indeed, the All Might that the students had been itching with excitement to meet.

"Welcome to Hero Basics Training, the class that will give you all sorts of experiences to mold you into the great heroes you all aspire to be!" 'Only someone as comically acceptable as All Might could utter those words without sounding like a psychopath...' You thought. "No time for dilly-dallying! Put on your hero costumes and get out to Ground Beta for battle training!"

Sighing, you stood up with much less ambition than the other students. You just never saw the hype with All Might; he had a boring enhancement quirk. Nothing special, yet he had become the number one hero. Or maybe that was why everyone looked up to him? Because he was so... ordinary?

As you strutted into the facility, a few heads turned in your direction. Your quirk wasn't really anything that needed extra costume enhancements, so when you received the request form you thought, 'Why not wear something sexy and avant-garde just for shock value?' So there you were, with an arguably too-revealing bodysuit covered by a cloak and pointy sneakers. Shouto walked in behind you, making his way over to the wall. He gave you a look that said, 'Come stand by me so that you don't do anything dumb.' Reluctantly, you padded over to your old friend. He nodded down at the cloak in silent implication to show him your outfit. Rolling your (e/c) hues, you moved so that you stood in front of him before opening the cover-up.

Shouto took a glance at the slightly scandalous attire before waving his hands for you to cover yourself back up. With a condescending smirk rested upon your face, you leaned back against the wall beside him. While re-buttoning the cloak, you missed the bright shade of pink that tinted his cheeks.

Hua's Talk

here’s the costume

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[sideofchaos]

Have Faith, Like a Good Soldier

"To have faith is to trust yourself to the water ... “

“Be a good person, cause there are not enough of them in the world.” Jimmy mediated on the thought his dad once told him as he watched the TV screen hum and riff with the celestial being’s alien voice. An agent of heaven wanted him, needed him, and though his ears tingled with Castiel’s good intentions of using his body to stop the apocalypse, his mind was conflicted on leaving his loved ones behind. How much was he willing to sacrifice? He needed to do this, he was being selfish, everybody's life was in jeopardy. He had a chance to do something meaningful for the world, even though he had doubts in his own worth. He was a nobody, just one breathing being in a world filled of millions.

“ Castiel, we have talked for months. I want to be of service. My faith has faltered though over the years, I don’t even like going to church anymore.” Jimmy whispered in desperation to the TV screen as it flickered and the piercing sound soothed his worries. " I'm just one human being, surely there is someone better."

The TV zigged and zagged. The tones became monotone with wisps of a faint chirping. 

“Thank you, Castiel. I know Claire would be proud to know her dad helped save the world. Higher powers are at work I know, God does not falter in who is chosen. My faith is coming back slowly I assure you.” A tear fell from Jimmy’s eye as he got up to switch the TV off. Swiftly, he used his finger to remove the trace of doubt. He was being tested. If he failed this test, he would fail everything he tried to instill in Claire. Castiel would question his faith more, he couldn't falter.

 “There’s always hope in humanity, even at its worst.” he huffed a little as he went upstairs to his bedroom where he expected to find Amelia knocked out from her busy day at work. I can be that hope, his thoughts raced through his head. He passed by Claire’s white wooden door, it was locked tight. Placing his hand on the door, he let his fingers run over the indents in the wood. Castiel was watching him from on high, all shall be right.

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In September 2008 :Jimmy would meet his fate 

The day had come. In an oversized tan trench coat, he stood in the middle of the walkway leading to his house. One human, ready to await whatever bigger destiny the highest of heaven deemed. A bright light engulfed him and a blaring wind wrapped around him. Thousands of swirling eyes, wings, and glowing rings of reverberating light beamed its grace upon him. Jimmy looked up in a sort of disbelief at the creature that would squeeze its presence into his modest human frame. Intense numbness overwhelmed him, yet he could still feel the horror at what his eyes were gazing at. He was determined to go forth and be that which would make the world a better place. The gnawing of leaving his family behind burned on his soul. He managed to find his voice in the face of the anomaly of eyes and wings before him.

“Promise to protect my family.”  

The orb of white light showed all its eyes in a blue streak of dilated pupils upon its ringed edges and blinked them simultaneously like a mental contract.

“ I am Castiel, I am an Angel of the Lord. You have been chosen to serve a greater purpose. Your family is under my protection. Invite me in to fulfill your part, your soul must accept my presence in your vessel. Simply say yes to me” 

“Then yes.” Jimmy blared as every fiber of his being became infused with the white light. The burning of the grace pouring down upon him melded with the flesh of his bones. A concoction of cells and every rotating light, his thoughts and memories being pressed down in the beam of drowning white. He could hear his daughter, her light footsteps on the porch behind. The creak triggered his ears to the sound. He turned around. 

“ Daddy”, Claire 's slightly frightened face looked onward at this foreign being tilting her dad’s head. The dead eyed person responded, not a shred of recognition in his face before her.

“ I'm not your father” 

The words echoed in Jimmy’s soul, he was no longer in control. The sliver of being left that was Jimmy, felt regret for letting this being in, he could feels its immense doubt. Shedding his human life, for a creature just as unsure as him. He would shed a tear if not for the overwhelming pressure from the eldritch entity that weighed down on his conscience. 

“ Don't worry Jimmy. God has a plan.” the thousand year old beam of light lulled him into the darkness as his body would be set for a new course of action.

Castiel, the angel of lord, shielded his doubts from the scared bit of humanity squished within this vessel. After all, that's what a soldier would do. 

The silence was deafening..... two creatures melded together bound in doubt. 

(the drabble I wrote years ago, figure I post it)

[runfreeblogs]

The Beast By Jesyra Micca Hombre

"What's your name? did the monster catch you too?" said by Chloe

Isn't it obvious? anna replied.

I'm Chloe "she held out her hand to get to know her properly.

"I’m Anna "

"We have to escape here as soon as possible or the monster will eat us"

“And how can we escape it?

"Pull the rope that was tied to my hands I've already removed it".

Anna pulled the tie on Chloe’s hands so after that she was the one got released.

"This is our plan. We'll still pretend to be tied up while he's awake. Later when s

he's asleep, we'll slowly come out." Chloe said.

Anna just nodded. She looked closely at companion's face to see if she's going to trust her.

“How did you get caught by the monster? Chloe asked again.

"I got lost in the forest last night. I wanted to take a shortcut but I made a mistake and got stuck

here. I didn't know there was a monster here. He immediately hit me with a hard object on my

head so I fainted. Then I woke up. here. How about you? "anna replied.

“Like you I also want to find a fast way to get home because there is too much traffic on the

main highway. But my car is flat in the middle of the forest. I was shocked when someone

suddenly hit my head so I lost consciousness”.

They find time to escape as the monster begins to sleep.

The two women enter a huge cave in silence. They must get out of their dungeon or the demon

that abducted them and will eat them. They took small steps to the ground to avoid making a

sound. They had a chance to flee when they discovered the large room’s door had been left

open. They were able to escape danger by moving slowly. They walked slowly and cautiously,

keeping an eye out for the beast lurking in the distance.

“We’re about to get out, Anna,” Chloe said softly. “We can get out of this demonic place in just a

few steps.”

Anna simply nodded in agreement with Chloe’s statement, unsure of what she would say in

response. “Yes, you are right, but if we keep in this manner, it will take us nine hours. We haven’t even left

the house yet the beast will swallow us for the rest of our lives” she indicated what she was

referring to with a finger thumb.

Chloe sighed as she heard what her friend had to say.

There seems to be an emphasis on Anna’s comment, as though she is being irritated or

angered.

Despite the fact that they had only been together for two days and Chloe didn’t know Anna very

well, she attempted to make friends with her, despite her suspicions that she was being plastic

on her.

“However, this is the only way out. I do want to live for my family, and I’m sure that’s what you

want as well.” Chloe had just respond Anna.

Anna didn’t respond and just stared at it intently.

“Come on, let’s go for a walk; we’ll be out of here soon”

Chloe began to walk slowly, while Anna remained stationary and watched the woman walk.

Something clicked in her head, allowing her to quickly flee without having to walk slowly.

How many times has she thought about it. She thought that when she left Chloe the monster’s

attention would turn to her. She also doesn’t know it very well so it’s okay for her a to eat and kill

it by the monster. Anna has no friends so any good treatment Chloe has with her doesn’t matter.

She started living alone when her mother pimped her and his father left him. Anna has no one to

trust but herself. So when she met Chloe since the monster captured them, she didn’t accept

her friendship.

Many times she has known some people who she thinks are trustworthy but she was wrong.

She was a traitor to those who became her friends several times. So since then she has been

trust only herself because she thinks the people around her are enemies .

Deep inside ,Chloe even though this is how she interacts with her . she knows that Anna has

still a good heart.

Anna was well aware that she was a bad girl. She enjoys sabotaging other family members’

relationships, she also has a powerful propensity to discriminate against others, even though they do nothing to her and most importantly, she refuses to apologize, even though it was her

fault. All evil deeds she believe she are doing something positive. It’s just good for her.

She doesn’t care what other people say she just wants to hurt feelings. When she sees the

person who cried because of her, it seems that she has the courage to continue what she is

doing. Everything she went through when she was young she poured out on people who

showed kindness to her.

She was prepared to do this so that she could flee as soon as possible. As Chloe takes her time

walking. Anna dashed over to it as soon as she could. It made a significant noise, and Chloe

was taken aback. The monster with the terrifying appearance and large ears was startled and

turned to face the source of the noise.

The monster, on the other hand, quickly goes to Chloe who is now weak and asks for help.

Anna ignored her and the woman finally left the room. She even locked the door so that the

monster could not get out. She was still smiling and she was happy with what she had done

because she had saved herself.

She tried to look at Chloe, who was now being held by the beast, before leaving. She is now

weeping and pleading for her assistance, but Anna has humiliated her

When the monster’s ear tingled from hearing Chloe’s cries one after another, he bit it and

chewed it rudely. The woman’s blood splattered all over the monster’s face, which it then

sucked before devouring Chloe’s entire body. The monster even gave a stern look to Anna as

she watched. It lunged at her, but Anna bolted, hearing only a monster scream as she crossed

the road.

With a smile on her face, she walked down the long corridor for over an hour. She was not

angry with herself because she had made it through. She had no remorse for what she had

done, and she felt invincible. Anna saw the silver door in the distance. It appears to be the

escape from the location where she was abducted. When she exclaimed, “You’re the best girl

Anna!” she quickly flipped the door handle.

Her mouth stayed open after she screamed, and her eyes almost shot out in surprise. Her hair

went up all over her body and her legs trembled as she saw what she saw.

She mistook the safe spot for the hideout of another monster who had just abducted them. More

than a hundred creatures were now looking at her, and their bodies were clearly still sleeping.

Anna didn’t do anything else. She has no other choice but to face life because she is now

surrounded by monsters that are salivating and waiting to pounce.

It’s too late for her to escape. She looks like a mannequin because she didn’t know how to run

and get away from that place.

All the monsters in that room were already staring at her and any moment she was ready to be

ate . They also started walking on her spot so all she could do was close her eyes and wait for

the imminent death.

She regretted so much that if she had just listened to her friend that they would walk slowly and

at least they would definitely be able to escape safely. She didn’t think that because of her

greediness she would be even more humble.

It was too late for her to make amends for her behavior. She hopes she doesn’t scream. “I’m

hoping I didn’t betray Chloe. I’m hoping I don’t just become selfish “. Since she realized, she

knew that when the monsters comes out, their true ferocity comes out.

She started to be dragged by monsters who seemed to be fighting over who or what part of the

woman’s body they were going to eat. That room looked like a fiesta because they ate Anna.

She didn’t expect that she would die at that place because she was very confident in herself that

she could leave safely. While monsters feasting on her body, anna just cried because she had

done nothing.

Anna did nothing but shout and ask for help even though she knew vaguely that someone else

had helped her. Crying and shouting filled that room, the monsters were overjoyed as they

crushed the body full of blood and scattered the remains of the woman’s body