#Would the boys be able to from the beginning? Or do Fell Monsters have to develop it? :0 Through inaction or through intention? Hm ♪

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You did? I should check them.

Then, what about Platonic Yandere! Luffy, Zoro and Sanji with Female!Teen!Y/n who is from the real world and is a fan of Strawhats Pirates but got teleported into their world?

─Yandere!monster trio x fem!teen!reader (platonic)

─Summary: you find yourself in your favorite anime but things seem to be a little weirder than you imagined

─Warnings: obsession, toxic behavior, general yandere stuff yk

Part two

─ One day your existence simply decided to teleport to the world of one of your favorite animes, One Piece, let's not go into details, you just did it somehow and you accepted it quickly because you had already read about all those fanfics where someone changes universe.

─ But nothing happens! It seemed that all the luck you never had finally came to you with a bang because you landed on the Mugiwara ship, nothing less.

─ Excited was a word that fell short of how you felt in that world, but also scared because you knew the entire context of many of the things and atrocities done.

─ You forgot everything bad to focus exclusively on the fact that you were meeting your favorite or comfort characters, you could definitely die after this because it was like a dream come true.

─ Leaving all the confusion and distrust of how or why you were there, everyone seemed to believe that you were not from this world and that they were not real in yours because you knew a lot (too much) about them.

─ Usopp is a little afraid of you because of all your knowledge about them.

─ Robin wanted to know more about the void century but Luffy simply refused you to give them 'spoilers' of what was about to happen in their lives, you had no choice but to respect him, now he was your captain after all.

─ Luffy was very clingy to you from the beginning, he found your admiration towards them adorable, he really likes to impress you when he uses his devil fruit, although everything here is out of the ordinary and impresses you.

─ You won't have a second of peace with this boy if you ever get hurt by someone (or even if it was your fault because you tripped or something), he feels responsible for your health and won't let anyone do anything to you.

─Zoro is in the same line of thoughts as his captain because in his eyes you were someone completely vulnerable in this world full of monsters, that sometimes you get lost because of your fascination simply increases his degree of protection.

─ Sanji became equally fond of you, having you in the kitchen learning about your world was more fun than he thought at first, he felt like a father whenever you came to him to tell him about any nonsense you had done with Luffy on some random island.

─ And despite the fact that all this time with them was incredible, you inevitably missed your loved ones, your old routine and life.

─ The faces of the three when you carelessly commented that from now on you were going to start looking for a way to return to your world was completely horrified, the three of them looked at each other and nodded, a silent pact.

─ They threatened Nami because she was the first one who offered to help you, just like Robin, weren't you happy with them here? You seem happy and you would be well protected, why would you want to leave their side?

─ They would lie if they find valuable information, they only try to protect you, you have also told some bad things about your world and if you leave they will not be able to keep you safe.

─ Luffy is much clingier, Zoro is much more careful of your surroundings, Sanji doesn't seem to take his eyes off you in case something unexpected happens that could hurt you.

─ You practically have a trio that is all over you all the time, lucky for you, you decided to ignore a lot of the red flags in their behavior, chalking it up to just being worried and you couldn't defend yourself, which got you rid of a lot of possible punishments.

─ Although, it was inevitable not to notice how persistent they are when you want to go explore an island, you don't even have a wanted poster because they always manage to lock you in the ship somehow when the fights start.

─ But by the time you realize that they are behaving differently from their normal personalities, it will be too late, they will limit you as much as they can, they will only blackmail you because they would hate to see you hurt by one of them.

─ It doesn't matter if you start to be afraid around them because of their obsession, Luffy will still demand his hugs, Zoro will want you to take a nap with him and Sanji will make you his kitchen assistant whether you like it or not, you have no opinion here, just do it.

─ The punishments are not very severe, no violence, just deprive you of things like food or movement, if you need to spend a few hours or days in your room without seeing anyone, you will.

─ They won't see their behavior as strange, no one from the crew will dare to say anything to help you because the last time Franky was almost decapitated by Zoro.

─ They see you as an innocent little sister who doesn't know how to take care of herself, they don't want anyone to corrupt you, they're just trying to keep you safe, can't you see that? They want the best for you even if they have to punish you in the process, after all you were a careless teenager who was unaware of true evil.

─ Now you'll be safe, right?

[nekassvariigs]

Portgas D. Ace x reader

Make him at home will you?

Fluff

(Mentions Whitebeard at times)

He stormed off in a hurry, his mind scattered in a million pieces unable to solve itself.

"Im gonna find him." He was strongly determined to find the man who claimed to be the strongest and beat him, claiming his spot.

"Enough already, join me, become my son." the tall male offered him his hand, which he looked at in digust.

Who do you think i am to accept something like this. Your son? me? dont be stupid old man, i could kill you.

"Let me raise you to be the strongest." His spear drummed on the ground his solemn expression waiting for the raven haired boy.

No way in hell-

Was the last tought he was capable of thinking before his eyes lost sight of the world, hands trembling to uphold his weight.

"Is he gonna be alright pops?" You asked standing next to your capitan. Much like the boy before you Whitebeard was a man with a simple dream, to have a big family, he added on to it generously no matter who called him a devil, a monster a soul-less pirate.

"Yeah, i went easy on him, kids got spunk. Take him in boys." A couple of men accompanied the teen raising him over their shoulders as they dragged him onto the ship, his crew left stranded without a capitan, he let them off easy.

He was plagued with a nightmare, like a sadistic never ending dream, a figure resembling his own telling him he's not worth a good fight, he should have died before even reaching this place. He cant even stand up for himself. Hes a failure, who could love him, have him as a son.

He winced in his sleep clutching his yellow shirt tighter. A bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. His hat drowning out the noise of his sniffles.

You hated to pity a man so broken knowing fully well what it would do to him if he saw the way you looked at him, like an abandoned dog, starved for a home , a place to belong, it sickened you just thinking what could leave a boy his age so fragile.

"He's got a good heart.." you smiled, a pair of men quirking their brows at the way you looked at the captive. The stew you were stirring bubbled, spices and cooked roots lingering in the air.

"Please.." he held onto himself like he was the only one able to help it.

You layed by his side, his scrunched up form twitching each time he had a flash of self doubt.

"Shh.. Its okay.. shhh." you hummed to him placing his hat onto your lap, the two upturned smiley pins staring at you.

"Must be tough huh.." you stroked the metal pins scraping off any built up mud on them. He stayed still for the longest time, it was nice seeing him not be afraid of himself even if it was just a nightmare you guided him through.

He felt a light scent like flowers but a bit stronger, the mirror image of himself looked forward in the horizon of this odd warmth, it had been a long time since he felt a gentle touch.

Your hands raked through his dark unruly hair, your hand often times going to cup his cheek for a while before you resumed combing his hair, he felt like babe, so fussy yet so easy to calm. His knees slowly fell into your lap you hummed a song. The melody was warm and blissful resting the boys fears for a bit, he couldnt even begin to stop you from your song, that is until he smelled the stew boiling.

"Something smells amazing~!" his eyes shot up startling you as he booked for the pot, puring the hot contains into his mouth without thinking.

"AAAgh, its like molten lava." he huffed and puffed, the damage was already done, his tongue burnt his throat sore you chuckled at his antics.

You came behind him taking him by his waist you plopped him by the table.

"Of course its hot, it was boiling a second ago." You lectured him nodding your head on the obvious conclusion.

"I want more." he seemed unfazed eyes sparkling as he stared down the pot infront of him.

A huff of breath escaping your nose you poured the boy a bowl.

"Eat carefully please." you told him clipping his hair back from his face.

An odd fuzzy feeling overtook his stomach he tought it was the food paying no mind, it was good thats forsure.

"Seconds phlease!" he slammed the bowl down in a hurry still chewing on the potatoes and meat.

"Youre still eating!!" You yelled telling him to not talk with his mouth open, he snarked a bit chewing his food in a gulp.

"Seconds please.." he was a bit droopy, however, the second the bowl got refilled his eyes light up in a new light full of energy.

"This is really good-" he praised your cooking his head nearly slamming into the bowl you caught him in your palm.

"He fell asleep..!" you had a ghastly expression on your face, his cheeks stuffed with your cooking the boy was dead asleep, still holding the spoon strongly in his arms like a kid refusing to let go of his favourite toy.

"What an odd guy." you chuckled thinking to yourself you took enough time as needed sitting beside him to let him rest his head on your shoulder, a big snore bubble inflating from his nose every now and then.

Nothing, he woke up dreaming of nothing, thats a first. He awoke with a loud snort follwed up with a big yawn as he scratched his back. "What a nap." He wiped his face on your apron crumbs of food still on his face.

"Here let me help you." You took his face covering your fingers in the cloth, the boy had beautiful freckles on his cheeks slanted dark eyes staring at you as you wiped the crumbs from his mouth.

His heart pounded not able to understand what he was feeling, this warm churning in the pit of his stomach, drove him a little nauseus and scared.

he gulped slowly eyes tracing your features. He took in your gentle smile the way your hands moved across his cheeks, it was an all too odly familiar feeling.

"Thankyou-!" his voice cracked a little embarassing him, a slight blush staining his ears.

You chuckled seeing how goofy he was.

"You're always welcome.." you paused wanting to thank him however you still didn't have his name, the old man didnt fill you in on that.

"Whats your name?" You asked hands on your lap as you looked at him wolfing down the food.

"Ace. Seriously this is some good food." he licked his lips scraping the bowl clean.

"Want another fill?" You grabbed his bowl before he ate it in his food haze, he followed up with a nod, steaming hot fudge filling the bowl for the third time.

"A guy like you sure can eat."

"Ofcourse, i wouldmt be so shtrong if that wasnt the cashe." He patted his stomach, a piece of meat dissapearing within seconds.

When it came to food he wasnt joking around, he continued emptying the entire pot all on his own , leaving you to wonder where can so much food dissapear into.

"By the way Ace, do you mind helping me clean up?"

You took his bowl rinsing off any grease, your body turned against him he inspected you with wary eyes.

"Wheres the old man?" He puffed as much as he'd love to help he still had a thing to do.

You sighed remebering he's still a hotheaded brat thinking idiotic things at a time like this.

The men around the hall circled around Ace towering over him by atleast a foot.

"I'll let you have it." he smirked putting on his cowboy hat, a flicker of flames engulfing his hand, the men were scortched within a second.

"He's on the deck, don't go thinking you can just run up at him though." You scolded him looking at the bodies splayed under your feet.

"Hey," you kicked the shoulders of the men, all of them wincing from your kick, "Those who dont help dont get to eat." All of them got up groaning.

"Ya think the kid will be able to get a punch in?" One of them said causing you to smile.

"Only if hes dumb enough to fly off the ship, dont think he can swim can he?" The lot of you laughed, men helping you out in the kitchen to clean up their own mess'.

You dried your hands on your apron, setting it on a hook before you went to grab a first aid kit.

"Go take a bath all of you, you smell like burnt chicken." you instructed the lot, who looked at eachother a little startled, each of them smelling the air around them.

"Hahaha! So it is." Their hearty loughs echoing out of the room they followed behind you until the stairway to the deck.

Seemed like nothing had taken place, the old man was still slugging his drinks, compleatley unfazed by anything. You gave him an unimpressed look, he shrugged at you eyes pointing at the boy.

His body seemed a liitle beat, a trickle of blood dowsing his lips. You took out some gauge wiping it all away.

He came to, his eyes flaring red. He lunged at you thinking youd be there to attack him.

You let him slug a hit on you, your cheek sore from the punch. Seems he realized you werent the taget since he didn't bother to use any flames.

"Oh shit.. I am so sorry.." He helped you up, Whitebeard sternly looking at the situation at hand from afar.

"Let me help." he offered grabbing anything from from the kit trying to be of use. He felt a bit of shame to him having punched someone who treated him so kindly before.

You took him by his wrists, the cotton, gauge and rubbing alcohol strongly held in his hands.

Idiot, what were you thinking? How is she going to be looking at you now. Look at yourself you ungrateful brat-

"Ace!" You shouted snapping the boy back from his blank expression, the way he stared at you looking regretful afraid and unworth simply broke you.

He lowered his head items dropping beside you.

"Its alright, you should have seen the amount of fights i have been in, i come out with more than a hook to the face." You chuckled hand to your face covering your mouth, his arm dropped to his lap slowly the second you let go.

He still felt guilty. "Hey Fire-first, anyone home." He pouted at the nickname your hands calmly combing through the tools he dropped, you cleaned up his hands, which looked fairly enough rough. He had scabs on his knuckles, cracking ones at that.

"Youre a hard worker huh?" You applied some ointment on them bandaging them carefully.

He didnt get it. Anyone in their right minds would have hit him back threw him out what were you doing calling him nicknames taking care of bruises he had before he even was here.

"Ace, were a family here."

"Like hell we are-" he sucked in his breath his eyes growing a bit cold.

"Its true you know, we take care of our own." You pointed to his hands neatly wrapped in bandages.

"Eugh, i smell like an old lady with this." he gagged avoiding the obvious.

Anyone withing ear range laughed Whitebeard's face softening by your interraction.

"I know, usually sucks to walk around in it, give it a few days youll be good as new though." You smiled, the apples of your cheeks making your eyes squint.

His heart had a beat deeper than usual, he didnt respect the old man but settled on trusting you for guidance, atleast till next time.

It was a subconcious decision he had made trusting a pirate he knew nothing about so freely but the hold he had on his mind lessened by a bit the more he took shelter within you.

You left him be for a bit, he seemed to have alot on his mind the way he politley excused himself.

You stormed to the old man snarking and biting words at him. "What were you thinking throwing him across the ship like that!?"

Whitebeard listened the scrunch in his brows growing.

"Dont give me that face, the brat ran at me with a mace, what did you expect would happen?" He rested his hand on his leg leaning toawrds you.

"Youre a pain in the ass, you know!" you whisper yelled at him causing him to laugh.

"Thats a first from you." he adored the look of care in your eyes, however he couldnt contain the urge to want to show Ace the world either.

"Wont be the last either, dont fling him off like he's trash." You barked the heel of your sole hitting the deck in thuds.

"Stop worrying, he'll learn soon enough-" his expression grew sour you heeled his boot aswell.

Ace watched you from a distance hands on the rails he looked at the outburst unable to hear what you were talking about.

He sighed taking in the view of the sea the many people abroad, he faced backwards staring at the sun instead, the washed up waves sparkling in the daylight seagulls cawing midflight.

"Maybe its better here? Ah who knows what i'll do here even." He still held doubts.

He glanced back seeing you midair held by the gigant mad who humiliated him before.

His mind grew blank for a bit, legs sprinting for you before he even knew it.

A fire dousing your frame from behind whitebeard hit the air cracking it.

The attack was avoided however he was fee feet behind.

"Let her down!" he shouted amusing the man.

"Shes not hostage here, calm down." your head drooped like you were hanged on a coat rack to dry.

Whitebeard complied having no need to cause a ruckus, however it left a bittersweet feeling in his heart.

"Whatever my son wishes." he slowly put you down however dropping you nearly on the teens head.

"Woah-, wait!!" he circled around you swooping you in his arms to break the fall.

A sense of pride welled up in him knowing he did some good by you.

"Thank you, Ace."

Whitebeard respected his devoition of saving you instead of breaking a fight ,seems he hit the nail on the head here.

"Don't mention it." He said his freckled face covered red.

You slinged an arm around his shoulder making him stiffen up.

You laughed watching the faces he made.

"You can set me down if its too much."

"Huh, no not at all.." He still held you subconciously not even registering the fact you told him to be put down, he glared daggers at the old man for the stunt.

"This kid sure is something, Gurarara~!" Whitebeard laughed the picture of Ace tomato red whilst glaring at him with deadly intent was pure gold to him.

He looked like a stray cat who got mad that he has been given attention to.

You tapped his back your face coming to his periferals his eyes adverted Whitebeard focusing on you.

"Set me down." you smiled gently at him thankful for him catching you.

"Hmm oh sure." He plopped you down nonchalantly. Though he hated the idea of it eventually.

Few days past since him joining and yet everyday he came knocking by your door, bruised and bloody.

He explained himself each time you sat him down on the chair besides your desk.

"You gotta stop going after him, I can see how much you'd love to take him down, but he's not even fighting you, don't take a beating for nothing." You cupped his face dabbing on the alcohol on his cut up brow.

"Im not doing it for him." He spoke up wincing at the pain.

"Then who for?" you quirked a brow at the remark setting aside the bloodied gauze.

"Don't know." How was he supposed to start explaining that everytime he'd catch himself in a fight he'd always go look for you first thing. Feeling proud to see you doing well and happy while taking care of his dumbass.

You set off his hat dropping it so the string around his neck would keep it in place.

You raked your hand through his hair checking if he perhaps got any beatings to the head.

Your hands rummaged his hair as he sat patiently, enjoying the tickling sensation.

"Ace, i don't want to be rude, but when was the last time you showered, your hair is all greasy, not to mention uncombed." You stuggled to free your hand from a couple of his locks. The teen blushed compleatley embarrased by this confrontation.

"Fewdaysago?" he answered quickly getting the issue out of the way.

You hummed for a long time before taking to your closet to bring out a few towels.

"Lets go grab ourselves a bath." You threw him a towel which he haphazerdly caught comepleatly stuck by what you said.

"Come on lets go." you pulled him up leading him to the showers to change.

You stripped covering yourself with a towel you entered the tiled baths running some hot water in big bowls.

Ace in the meantime sat there compleatly frozen in his changing room dreading to go in. He pulled himself together stripping, he set his hat over his clothes.

"Took you a while." you laughed rubbing the sponge over your arm, towel covering your body.

He didnt say much his heart hammering in his throat as you washed away the soap with some hot water.

You stood up grabbing a smaller cup of water, you gently poured it over his head.

He leaned his head down letting the water drip to the floor from the ends of his black hair. He wasnt sure why he allowed this, but it felt nice being taken care of.

You grabbed the soap lathering it on his head your fingers massaging his scalp.

He had a drowsy smile on his face, his elbows on his knees he slouched forward, the bad thoughts leaving his head one by one.

"Face up please." you instructed his head raising back his hair caught in a mush of bubbles you chuckled.

He opened one eye stifling his smile as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror aside him.

The longer he looked the funnier the feeling in his chest grew, he laughed whole heartedly seeing how you had given him a hairstyle that matched the ships doctor.

The two of you stood there as Ace approaced the mirror giving himself a big bubbled mustache.

"Damn brats." he mimmicked the Capitans tone making you errupt in laugher. He felt giddy seeing you laugh your heart out, just a few days ago he was thinking how thankful he was for you now he could feel the feeling growing even more so.

You quickly wiped his fake moustache saying how little it fits him, instead you gave him a long beak and puffy bubbly feathers on his head telling him to squint, he didnt get it yet but the moment your face light up in laugher he bursted out laughing aswell.

He wrapped his elbow around you cooing like an obnoxious chicken, you could barely hold up straight from how much your stomach was hurting from all of the laughing.

"Please no more-Ppffttt." he kept adding onto the act until you were doubled over from joy.

Your face doused pink from all the laughing you instructed him to finnally lean his head back as you still held a smile to your face. You ran the warm water through his hair watching the bubbles fall down his back. He slicked his hair back with his hand, a gentle blush covering your cheeks as you examined his face.

It was so much different than the first day you saw him, he'd gotten a bit more tan, the freckles on his face a bit more prominent. But most importantly he looked a lot more on ease than ever.

You cherished the memory putting a hand around his brows to pour some more water so it wouldnt get in his eyes.

He sat there closing his eyes enjoying the warmth of your presence around him.

"Turn around please." he did as you said turning his back to you, he nudged away from the touch at first.

Your brow peaked.

"He's ticklish isnt he?" you thought rubbing his back with the soapy sponge, his slim figure really made you question where did all the meals you fed him go.

"Where does all the food go seriously? Youre skinny as ever." you spoke washing his lower back.

"Goes to the heart and soul." he smiled proudly as you staggered a bit. To the soul huh, you puffed happily.

"Im glad to hear that you like it so much, i made something sweet for later do you want some?"

"Will i get heartburn?" You tickled his sides from the remark causing him to shriek in surprise.

"Maybe from that you will". You pouted stretching his hands as you washed them.

"I'm kiddiing, i know you make some killer foods." he chose the worst time to flap his head around the water splashing everywhere.

Warm water running down his back and arms he felt squeeky clean even going as far to drag his hand across his arm only for it to squeak along.

"Fresh n clean now huh?" he showed his smile bright theeth glisening in the light.

"Sure are."

He felt a little shy to ask but it would only be common courtesy since you offered to take care of him.

"Can i wash your back aswell?" he waited before going on in a tangent.

"Sure you can, just make sure youre careful around the mark, it's still healing."

A mark huh, he was interested.

He nodded exchanging place with you he looked away while you switched up your towel covering your front.

A large tattoo on your back with the all too familiar moustache, to say he saw surprised would be something.

"Woohoaa, Thats huge, does it hurt?" he eyed it throughrouly the ends of his fingers gently glossing over it, tickling your skin.

You found his amusement sweet explaining to him "Not now no, but when i had it done it was a bitch." You chuckled allowing Ace to scrub your back, he was a tad bit quieter than usual mostly hiding the fact he's nervous in the first place but common courtesy goes he can't be backing away from it.

He poured some warm water over your back it trickled gently down your curves, Ace's mind wandering back to when him and Luffy were thrown to bathe.

He offered to wash your hair aswell, you let it fall down to your back. He seemed to know how to take care of longer hair, he made sure not to tangle it too much , massaging your roots first then messing around with the rest.

He did however swipe his bubbly fingers across your face giving you whiskers.

You chuckled looking in the mirror as he washed your hair out.

"Ace look."

His head turned to the mirror to see you giving him a cat impression.

His eyes widened water trickling from the cup in his hand. His cheeks flared for a second only to press the back of your head against his chest.

"You're now a kitten huh?" he smirked sploching a bubble on your nose. Your head slightly shaking against his laugh.

You rested your head against his chest, the fuzzy feeling in his heart rising as he wiped away the stray bubbles.

He was glad to have you chat him up everyday, show him around, take care of him, make him hot meals and offer baths. What did he do to deserve you.

His solemn expression radiated through the room as he watched you, unable to be thankful enough for your care.

"All done!" he smiled proudly as you thanked him the both of you finishing to wash yourselves up.

You changed back drying your hair as you waited for Ace back in your room. He didn't arrive until way later , blasting through your door with a flower he stole from the greenery below deck.

He hid the flower behind his back his damp hair rested behind his ears.

He huffed and puffed starting a little speech. "I know how much you've done for me, so, i got something for you aswell." he held out the flower his chest rising from the running he must have done to not get caught.

You tilted your head to the side accepting the flower and giving him a warm hug.

"Thank you." You held him by his waist careful no not scrunch up the flower he got you.

He chuckled slowly resting his face in the crook of your neck, his arms lazily wrapping around you.

He stayed that way for a while enticing you in a tight embrace. You could feel his hands heat up however the hottest part of his body was his chest right shere his heart was.

You rusled through his hair his body shivering slightly from the affection you gave him. Your head rested on his as you took in the moment.

It was silent, pleasant, sincere. He felt like he was in a dream , he wasnt questioning himself for what he had done, he only knew that he did the right thing when he chose to thank you for everything.

He sniffled against the crook of your neck, your face growing worried.

"Are you okay?" You brushed his back comfortingly he pulled away with a big smile along his teary face.

"Never been better.." He wiped the tears with his hands letting you go.

With a gentle smile you tucked the flower in a vase, ushering him to sit by your desk.

"Remember the dessert i told you about? I wanted you to be the first one to taste it." You revealed a beautifully crafted dish, it was coated with hard caramel on top a squishy cream filling and an orange puré aside.

"Im surprised youre not a top chef over here. Holy shit." He eyed the dessert taking a bite, his whole face lit up in a pudgy smile as he scooped more of the dessert in his mouth. You knew he wasn't one to take his sweet time with food, so seeing him eat it as fast as he did was a pleasure non the less.

"I wish i could ask for seconds. That was something out of this world seriously." He licked the plate setting it down. Still sucking the spoon he ate it with.

"I'll share mine with you?" you asked him, his eyes glimmered at the thought alone.

"Sure!" The two of you shared the dessert however you had to spoon battle with Ace to protect your side.

Taking the last scoop in your spoon Ace looked at you with pouty eyes. You leaned the spoon to your lips turning it to his instead.

"Here here." You smiled seeing him wolf down the piece.

The second he was done he thanked you for the meal quickly exiting your room with dishes at hand.

He dissapeared for a few minutes again, you thought he may have fell asleep on the way.

Minutes later a knock was at your door, you opened it again.

"Im back!" he allowed himself in plopping down on the bed since he didnt have a room yet.

He stared at the celing for a bit before looking at you.

"Can i stay over, just for tonight? I'll be out before you know." He claimed sitting up straight in your bed.

You thought about it for a while seeing the waves crashing outside, that wouldn't make good space to sleep.

"Stay as long as you'd like." You smiled seeing him waltz over to the couch in your room. He puffed up a stiff pillow laying down.

"You have no idea how annoying it is to sleep with everyone else, they snore on opposite breaths. So imagine the entire night all you hear is constant snoring." He yawned rubbing the sleep off his eyes.

"Ace.." you wispered hoping to god this rascal wasn't intending to sleep on the couch of all places.

He hummed back lazily watching you.

"There's no way you intend sleeping on that, right?"

"I do, where else would i sleep?" he asked you.

You giggled at his antics pointing to the comfortable bed he prevoiusly lazed upon.

His jaw hit the floor for a second before he snapped back. "Youre joking." You sat back in your bed.

"No I'm serious, come on, sleep comfortably atleast." You patted the place beside you as the male moved to sit on his side.

"Are you sure?" He asked not wanting to overstep any boundaries.

"Im sure, just relax and make yourself at home." He took off his boots with a slight flame he raked through his hair to dry it not willing to sleep on a damp pillow, he laid under the covers his arms behind his head.

You were in a slight daze at how quickly he did everything it left you amused. "Could you do that with my hair aswell?" You asked watching him prop up. "Sure, hop on." You sat before him, his arms heated up as he brushed his hands through your hair, steam rising from it, minutes later he finished messing with your hair letting it fall freely.

"Thats one handy trick right there." you admired his skill.

"I know right, youd be surprised to know how much i can do." he smiled proudly at his quirks, he discovered his abilites through various situations watching you listen to him rambling about his journeys made him feel right at home.

It was dead past midnight before he realised you were sleeping quietly beside him having fallen asleep by his tremendous stories.

"Like a kid." He snickered shoving a cover over your shoulders for warmth he doze off few minutes later himself.

For the first time in a while he slept soundly thoughout the night, he had a few dreams that were worse off however once he reached around the bed wrapping his arm around you they seemed to fade away quicker than before

You woke up that morning feeling a warm hand around you, you turned to face him, he was dead asleep, snoring lightly and peacefully without a care in the world.

The longer he stayed on the ship, fighting less with the old man and getting to know everyone a bit better, his sense of self seemed to develop a bit more.

He still had him bad dreams at times but having everyone near him meant the world to him, esspecially you, even tho he was slow with the upkeep of his problems with you, each time he came confessing his mind you shared a deep conversation with him, offering him a meal, a warm bed anything to make him feel like he wasn't alone in this world.

[apocalypseornaw]

Where do I belong?

Post an argument with Mary you're uncertain as to where you fit into the Winchesters' new dynamic

This fits into the Always be Yours verse kinda fits in after Love is a Fight (Love is a Fight will get a part 2 also with Dean finding out Amara has her)

Warnings: Mary is a B (Also this is the her working with the b.m.o.l. storyline and of course she wants as many curious hunters out of the way)Cursing, mentions of sex

Dean was still half asleep when he rolled over in the bed seeking you out, hands searching for your body but coming up empty. He didn't think too much of it at first. You were up before him a lot of the time considering it took him longer to fall asleep. You were probably in the kitchen searching for coffee or some other caffeinated attempt at starting your day.

When twenty minutes passed and you'd yet to return he started to worry a bit. When he sat up fully awake and alert he noticed something was off in the room. Your shotgun wasn't under his, your boots were missing from the foot of the bed and the drawers that held your clothing were still cracked open as if you hadn't wanted to risk the noise by closing them.

No, not again. He hadn't done anything, Amara was gone and had long since relinquished any hold on him and even she had assured your worries weren't founded. She'd told you "Dean's heart belongs to you alone" He understood why you'd left then but why now?

He stood looking around the room for any clue as to where you'd gone or why, when his eyes landed on a carefully folded piece of paper in the center of the small table in the corner of his room. The photo of you, him and Sam sat atop it as if you wanted to ensure he found it first thing.

He walked across the room, moving the photo to the side he picked up the paper and unfolded it before starting to read

Dean,

Maybe Mary's right. I don't belong here, in your life anymore. I had no right to stay after some of the things that's happened. When Amara took me alongside Lucifer she told me that I had your heart but she also reminded me that I had betrayed you. I should've picked a stranger, maybe I never should've allowed myself to fall for you to begin with? Maybe it'd be easier. At least then when shit hits the fan your self preservation wouldn't go completely out the window in favor of keeping me and Sam safe. The truth is I think I knew I'd end up falling for you before the angels ever fell. When you called me after the trials, when Sam almost died I didn't hesitate to come to your side. Yes he is my best friend and has always been but I knew you'd need me worse. You've always been a good man but living with you, hunting shoulder to shoulder I got to see your heart also. From dancing in the kitchen to taking down monsters I will never regret the moments I was able to spend at your side. Do me one favor please? Don't come after me. You have your mom back! Your brother is safe and happy. I need to figure out where I belong. My heart is always with you and will always be yours.

Love,

Me

He threw the paper down before storming out of his room. What had Mary said to you? Mother or not what right did she have to come into his life and try to destroy one of the only good things he had. The one piece of happiness in this world that was solely his.

You were just shy of Sioux Falls when you pulled over. You didn't even know where you were headed. Your first instinct had been to go to Jody but her or one of the girls would surely call Dean.

You hadn't wanted to leave. Mary had spouted such vileness. How had she found out? Had Dean told her? Then she said you were holding Dean back that if he wasn't with you he could find someone else, possibly someone that could get him out of hunting.

The breaking point was when she said that it was a shame that one day one or both of "her boys" would end up dead because of you. "Just saying you must be pretty decent in bed for them to repeatedly risk their lives" it wouldn't have forced you out but Dean had gotten broken ribs on a hunt and Sam had been slashed bad enough had it not been for Cas stitches would've been needed. Yeah you'd gotten hurt but would they have made it out uninjured had it not been for you?

You decided to pull off and catch a little sleep. Maybe you'd feel better and be more clear headed after.

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You shot up out of a dead sleep feeling your heart try to leap from your chest. It was just a nightmare, flashing from Dean dying to you being tortured at Amara's hands.

You reached out to touch your gun you'd laid on the center console of your jeep. Something to ground yourself. You were fine, you were fine. You took a few deep breaths and reached for your phone before reality sat in. You couldn't call Dean.

@globetrotter28

You Belong Here

[fortunekookie07]

Ok, so here is the warning. This one is definitely angsty sad. I wanted to write about Xavier in this kind of way when I got to chapter 8 in the game. I have my suspicions, and I used them to write this. Stellarian is what I decided to call him. Let's face it. The boy is definitely not human.

More Than Star-crossed

Xavier probably had as many secrets as there were stars in the sky. No one could ever predict his movements. He was mysterious, laid back, and cold. His personality was standoffish. He'd never allowed anyone to get close.

Jeremiah had known Xavier for a long time. He could recall a time in the distant past when he hadn't been so, but then he'd still had you. The first time you met, you'd been drawn to each other like a moth to flame. Like the sun and moon eternally chasing each other.

Xavier had said once that star-crossed didn't describe the two of you and soul mates wasn't deep enough. Jeremiah wasn't sure what the difference was. He didn't understand the level of devotion he showed you.

He knew one thing for sure, though, every time Xavier met you again he was elated, he reverted back to his old self. The way he'd been in school. The memories had been mostly good, right up to the end. Jeremiah would never forget the look on Xavier's face that day for the rest of his life.

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They had come suddenly, no warning or time to prepare. The hole had ripped open in space and they swarmed in. No one knew where they came from, creatures like them had never been seen before. All they sought was destruction and chaos.

At first they had been able to fend them off, they seemed relatively weak. With Xavier by your side you felled one after another. Your training and reflexes made you an outstanding swordswoman. Xavier being the only one you could never best. Those rounds you tied didn't count. He'd gone easy on you.

Then the bigger ones had come, your classmates started dropping one after another. Unable to beat them so easily anymore. You saw the one headed for Xavier's back and that he was currently unable to fend it off and then your feet were moving before you even knew it.

The first strike you had easily blocked, the long blade spinning against your own. It was the second blade you were unprepared for. Appear from nowhere and sparkling in the sun like glass, the blade is thrust through you. "Uhnnn!" A groan escapes your lips as you drop your sword and fall to your knees.

A scream peirce your ears as your name is cried with anguish. You can't even turn your head. All you can do is look down and see the large blade stuck through you. Your brain whispers that the injury is fatal, there will be no recovery period this time. Blood is already seeping from the edges of the blade and staining your uniform a dark red.

The monster in front of you bursts into dust and then your body is falling backwards, no longer held up by the blade. Xavier's warm arm are holding you up and he's crying as he looks down at you. His hand is pressed to the injury trying in vain to staunch the blood flow.

"Why are you crying?" You ask holding a hand to his cheek. He just shakes his head unable to say anything. "Xavier, you have to save everyone. I know you can do it." You place a hand to his heart and his eyes open at last. In the deep depths of his brilliant blue eyes all you can see is a profound sense of loss, pain, and desperation. "No, I can't with out you. I don't know how to see the light without you anymore." His words come out in sobs. And your heart aches at the pain in his voice.

"Xavier, you are the light. Send the darkness from the place and shower it with your light. I can help you." You say pressing more firmly against his chest right above his heart. "Open your heart to me." Having never been able to deny you anything, he drops his guard and you begin resonating with eachother.

All around you a bright light begins glowing intensifying by the second. Building and building, until finally it explodes and then there is silence. All traces of the invaders are gone. The fallen bodies of your classmates are scattered throughout the school courtyard and many other places. No one had been able to prepare for the attack and many had fallen in the first wave.

"Xav", you say weakly getting him to open his eyes. He's panicked again at all the blood. Your blue tinted white dress is crimson now and his pants are stained with the red as well. It's pooled on the ground below you and spreading slowly. Your time is almost up, it's now or never. You place your hand against his cheek again. "I love you." You manage to say, voice nothing more than a whisper now. Your vision is rapidly growing dark.

He's crying again, tears stream endlessly down his face and his eyebrows are scrunched together. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I really love you." You know what it means when a Stellarian falls in love. Not just this life but every life you can only fall in love with the same person. Two halves of a whole, not soul mates it's deeper than that. No words can describe the bond that exists between you. But between you, no words are needed.

"I don't want to live without you." Xavier says, his voice is defeated. You manage a smile. "Don't come find me now, I'll be heartbroken if you follow after me. Promise me." You tell him putting all the strength you can muster into you voice. Instead of answering he leans down and presses his lips to yours. A smile graces your lips as your vision goes completely black.

A soft thump has him pulling back and he stares down at you. The light is gone from your eyes and your hand fell from his face. He squeezes your body close even though he knows it's futile. It's already turning to shimmering dust, going back to the stars.

Xavier's second cry of anguish shatters the silence, your body is gone. Having faded away to nothing.

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Xavier did not like to remember the past. He did not like to think of the times he'd found you again, only to lose you again. His heart was almost dead when he found you again on earth when you were twelve. Earth had been invaded by the same monsters that had destroyed his home planet Stellaria. He was determined not to let it happen again.

He was also determined not to approach you again. His heart couldn't take it anymore. Finding you, seeing you fall back into love with him and then dying again. Fate was cruel, it seemed like it was out to torture him until his long life finally came to an end. Not for the first time did he curse his long life.

Watching you almost die to the same monster that had killed you the first time had nearly undone him again. Tezcatlipoca, or Wanderer as they had come to be called was a monster that hid in mirrors. That was how you'd died that first time. It had emerged from a mirror as you were fending off an attack from a different Wanderer.

Xavier really did try to stay away from you this time, but it seemed the harder he tried the more you seemed to appear before him. He'd almost completely lost his composure that day you showed up in your Deepspace Hunter uniform. Freshly graduated from the academy and fighting these monsters once again.

He'd made it his own mission to eliminate them once and for all, he'd never intended for it to be your as well. However when he learned that you had a protocore fragment in your heart he knew that he could not keep you out of the battle any longer.

He'd let his guard down all to much and you wormed your way into the cracks in his armour and warmed his chilly heart once again. He hadn't been able to tell you any of this yet.

One of the reasons he was always so tired is because after he lost you the first time, he spent a long time sleeping. He felt only in dreams could he see you again.

So he constantly slept if only to remember the exact tone of your voice, or shade of your hair. Later on this too became something of a curse. Often he would relive your loss again and again.

Jeremiah didn't dare to ask him questions about you, that was dangerous. He'd only been there after you were gone. He'd managed to fend off the monsters until that light surge. Finding the spot where Xavier still knelt and seeing all the blood, he'd been able to put the clues together.

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You were jolted awake by tossing and turning next to you. Xavier was having a fitful dream. You raised up onto your side and gently lifted his arm before moving into his embrace. Waking him up was sometimes impossible. Just letting him hold you seemed to be the way to go. He would wake up soon, he always did after a bad dream. You waited patiently.

His arms tightened around you and then he was groaning. You looked up at him, waiting for his eyes to open. Finally the did. His pupils darted around and then finally rested on you. He tried to hide the sheer panic and pain but you still saw it. He wasn't fast enough but you weren't going to ask.

If Xavier didn't want you to know then he would dodge question and evade the point until time ended.

"Xavier, I'm not going anywhere you know. There is no where else I'd rather be then right here with you." You kiss his neck and snuggle into his embrace. He says nothing but you feel the tension fade from his body.

You're almost asleep again when he whispers, "I love you too much to let you go anywhere again." You know he's going to be ok. Tomorrow is a new day, after all.

[rainisawriter]

You’ve A Lot of Explaining to Do – Yamasho (PSF #13)

PSF Ficography | H&F Flash Ficography

Genre: Fluff, supernatural

Prompt: Wrong […] [Number] (@flufftober) / Macabre Monsters: Hell Hound (Halloween Flash @slumberpartybingo)

Word Count: 3,376

Pairing: Reader x Yamasho

World: The Rampage

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You fell onto the couch with a sigh, leaning your head back and closing your eyes. You were exhausted but you still had another few hours to go before you were able to get some rest. Normally, you didn’t work double shifts but your co-worker called out sick at the last minute.

You were the only one available so the manager practically begged you to stay on. How could you say no? If you left, the boys would be down one bodyguard which would put them at risk.

A cold drink was pressed against your cheek and you opened your eyes to see Yamasho’s concerned face as he stood over you. “Are you okay?”

Rather than complain to him about being tired, you offered him a smile, sitting up and taking the drink. “I’m fine.” You knew that, despite working a double shift, he would be working ten times harder. “What about you?”

“Tired,” he hummed, settling himself sideways on your lap, his arm around your neck.

“I’m sorry,” you rubbed his back soothingly. “Just a few more hours and we can all go home to get some rest.”

He nodded, playing with the chain around your neck. It held one of his rings that he had given you when you started dating. You didn’t want to wear it on your hand because you were worried about it getting messed up, so you chose to wear it around your neck instead.

You knew him well so you knew that something was always on his mind when he messed with the ring. “What is it?”

“Well, I heard a rumor…”

You quirked a brow, taking a sip of the soda. The caffeine was beginning to course through your veins, giving you a bit more energy. “Oh? And what would that be?”

“Nakamoto-san’s dog just gave birth to ten puppies and she’s looking for people to adopt them,” he smiled, eyes shimmering under the low light of the room.

You held back a frown, knowing what he wanted. “So I’ve heard.”

“You’re friends with her, right?”

“I wouldn’t go that far, but we are acquaintances, yes.”

“Baby,” he called out, resting his hand against your cheek. “Can you ask her if I can adopt one?”

“I… can ask,” you replied slowly. Truth be told, you didn’t want to simply because you didn’t like dogs at all. Unfortunately for you, Yamasho adored them and he’s been talking about adopting one for a while. Since he often stayed at your place, you knew the animal would be at your home more often than not.

Perhaps you should have told him this information, but you hated seeing him upset. All you wanted in this world was to make him happy and ensure his safety, even if that meant putting yourself out to do it.

A smile lit up his face. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips before patting his thigh. “We should both get back to work.”

He stood up reluctantly, pressing a kiss to your cheek before the two of you stepped out of the room and parted ways.

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You were honestly tempted to pretend as if you had forgotten about Yamasho’s request, but you knew you couldn’t do that. You were already keeping one secret from him and you were filled with guilt and stress at maintaining the lie. Granted, it was a lot bigger than simply lying about forgetting something.

“Yo, Nakamoto. Got a minute?” You knocked on the dressing room door despite it being open already.

She paused what she was doing, glancing up from the makeup table with a smile. “Hey! Long time no see.”

You nodded, stepping farther into the room. “Do you still have puppies up for adoption?”

“There’s three left,” she nodded. “Are you interested? I can show you pictures -“

You held up your hand to stop her. “Not me, my boyfriend. I’ll have him call you tonight and you can discuss the details.”

She wasn’t surprised by your less-than-friendly attitude. “Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll wait for his call, then.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course!”

You bowed to her before turning and leaving the room, a sigh escaping your lips. You had really been hoping that all of them had been adopted out already. You had even waited longer than you needed to in order to improve those odds, yet you were never a lucky person.

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“I’ll kill you, half-breed!” growled an old man, unable to stand straight because of the alcohol in his system.

You heaved a sigh from your position at the bar, nursing a glass of rum on the rocks. This wasn’t a new occurrence by any means, but that didn’t make it any less annoying to deal with. You’re not even sure how he came to know your secret. Or perhaps he doesn’t know for certain and just has an inkling about it.

Either way, he never failed to call you out whenever he got the chance. Granted, he needed five glasses of whiskey to get up the nerve to approach you and, by that point, no one took him seriously. It was just the ramblings of a drunk old man, after all.

It still worried you, though. Even if no one believed him, his accusations risked planting a seed within the mind of the other patrons, a seed that could easily begin to sprout if they started to investigate you. It had yet to happen in the five years you’ve been living there, but the worry still lingered.

The bartender sighed, giving the man an exasperated look. “You’ve had enough, Tom. Go home.”

Tom shook his head, the action causing him to stumble. He lifted a shaking hand toward you, index finger extended. “There’s a demon in our -” hic “- midst. The apocalypse is -” hic “- is coming!”

“While I am impressed that you were able to pull out the word ‘midst’ in your drunken state, you’ve had enough. Time to go.” He stepped around the bar, beginning to guide the man toward the exit despite his protests.

“Just wait! You’ll -” hic “- you’ll see I’m r-right!”

You frowned, quickly downing the rest of your drink before hanging your head with a sigh. He was a pain in your ass and you were tempted to meet him in a dark alley somewhere with threats to mind his own business. This could easily backfire, however, and only make him more insistent rather than scare him off. It wasn’t worth the risk, no matter how much he annoyed you.

The bartender offered you an apologetic smile. “Sorry about him. Do you want another drink?”

“No, thank you.” You handed him some cash before standing up and leaving the bar. The cold autumn air hit you in the face and you took in a deep breath, enjoying the way it felt against your skin.

You only made it halfway down the block when you sensed a dark aura a few blocks away. Your eyes narrowed in that direction as you considered the options before you.

Technically speaking, it was your job to patrol the area and ensure its safety from non-human threats. Doing so was a risk, though. Every job you took increased the chance of your secret being revealed and the thought of Yamasho discovering the truth terrified you.

The thought of him being killed because you didn’t do your job, though… the mere thought made you feel sick to your stomach.

“Damn it,” you cursed, heading toward it. Your phone started to ring in your pocket and you quickly checked the caller ID, cursing again.

It was your boyfriend.

You glanced between the phone and the direction of the creature before quickly answering the phone, trying not to sound worried. “Hello?”

“Where are you, baby?” wondered Yamasho.

You could practically hear his pout and it brought a smile to your face. “I’m sorry, I got a bit… caught up with work. I’ll be home soon.”

“Good. Dinner will be ready soon so hurry up!“

You shifted your weight, eyes narrowed as the creature’s aura slowly moved closer. “I will. I’ll see you soon.”

“Wait, before you go. Did you get a chance to ask Nakamoto-san about the puppies?” He sounded so hopeful.

“Yes,” you replied reluctantly. The creature was nearly upon you now. “Babe, I’m sorry, but I’m really busy right now. Give her a call and let her know you’re my boyfriend.” You quickly recited the number, heart picking up speed as the creature rounded the corner.

It was like a mass of black ooze slowly sliding toward you, towering about eight feet tall. Its face was made of a skull, bones sticking out of the ooze at odd angles as if they had randomly been stuck there.

“Thank you!“

“You’re welcome. I love you, Shogo,” you told him quickly before hanging up the phone and addressing the creature. “You’re an ugly one, aren’t you?”

Its jaw opened, an ear-piercing scream filling the night. Black tendrils shot from its body, shooting toward you at an incredible speed. You grunted, dodging them with ease as you rushed forward, hand held outward. A ball of fire swirled against your palm, growing in size before launching itself at the creature.

It hit it square in the chest, ripping a pained cry from its lungs. While it recovered, you pulled a knife from your hip, the blade turning red as it heated up. 

“Redi ad infernum, unde venisti, creatura tenebrarum,” you hissed in Latin, eyes flickering crimson for a moment. The blade was thrust into the creature’s chest, a howl of pain splitting through the night as its body erupted into flame, burning wildly until there was nothing left.

You huffed tiredly, slipping the knife back against your belt. Using your abilities always took a toll on the human half of your body, sapping your energy and leaving you feeling sore. You rubbed your aching shoulder as you turned to head home only to stop dead.

Standing at the end of the street was the old man from the bar, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open. As soon as your eyes met, he turned on his heel and took off. You cursed in frustration, gathering up your remaining strength to give chase. 

“Jesus Christ, Buddha, Odin, Zeus, Osiris, Raijin-sama, Kynareth, please save me!” He cried, stumbling over his feet as he ran.

You scoffed under your breath. “That last one isn’t even a real god, you idiot.”

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You stepped off the elevator of Yamasho’s apartment building, heading down the hall toward his apartment. For some reason, you had this sense of dread settled in your gut and it was driving you nuts. Perhaps it was because of your blood, but your instincts were rarely wrong. Too bad they can’t pinpoint the problem, though.

Your knuckles rapped against the wood. There was shuffling on the other side of the door before it was pulled open, revealing Yamasho’s smiling face. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Welcome home, baby.”

“Sorry I’m late,” you mumbled, stepping past him into the apartment. Your brow furrowed as the feeling of dread increased. It was very faint, but there was a strange scent lingering in the air. 

“You’re fine. Dinner’s almost ready. And~ I have a surprise.”

You watched him disappear down the hall, a frown tugging at your lips. You closed your eyes, lifting your head up as you inhaled deeply. Realization hit you like a freight train, your body tensing and eyes widening. ‘Sulfur? Why the hell does his apartment smell of sulfur?’

Your heart raced within your chest as panic started to set in. Had someone found out about your connection to Yamasho? 

‘Calm down!’ you scolded yourself, taking a few deep breaths. ‘The smell is very faint. It probably just clung to his clothes when he passed a demon in public. Or perhaps one resides in the building and the smell rose to his apartment.’

“Ta-dah!” Yamasho appeared with a grin, holding up a puppy, its fur as black as night. Only, this thing was pretty damn big to be a newborn puppy. “Meet Lucky!”

Its golden eyes met yours and a wave of dread overcame you. “Fuck me.”

“What, you don’t like him?” pouted Yamasho, readjusting his grip so the animal was being held against his chest.

“He’s… very big,” you replied, brow furrowed as you tried to calm yourself. You had no actual proof that this creature was, in fact, a hellhound. You knew you had to find out, but how in the hell were you supposed to do that without alerting Yamasho?

“He said this little guy was the biggest of the litter.” He ruffled the dog’s head affectionately.

“He?” you questioned in surprise. “Nakamoto is a girl.”

He shrugged, setting the dog down on the floor. “I assumed it was her boyfriend. I’m going to check on dinner.”

You watched him disappear into the kitchen before your eyes narrowed at the dog. He was sitting where his master left him, head tilted to the side and golden eyes looking up at you curiously. “Hey, babe… where’s your phone?”

“Coffee table!”

You turned around and grabbed it, unlocking it with his passcode before checking his recent messages. Most of them were from the other members, his family, and the managers. There was one, though, that was simply a number and not a contact in his phone.

Your heart sank into your chest when you recognized it and realized what had happened. You had given him the wrong number. He hadn’t, in fact, contacted Nakamoto at all. Rather… he had contacted a well-known information broker that just so happened to be a demon. He specialized in selling rare goods from the underworld, hellhounds included.

“Fuck me,” you muttered again, covering your face with your hand. 

The dog whined, tapping the wooden floor with his paw.

You narrowed your eyes at him. He certainly didn’t look like a hellhound, but you had never seen the creatures as puppies before. You had always just assumed that they looked the same as puppies, just smaller. Were you wrong? Maybe he really was just a regular old dog.

You sniffed the air again. Though the smell was mostly overshadowed by the food Yamasho was making, you could still smell the sulfur lingering in the air. In fact, it had gotten a bit stronger since the dog made its appearance. What were you going to do? You had no idea, but you were not leaving your boyfriend alone with this thing.

You reached your hand out to him. “Come here.”

He stood up, cautiously approaching your hand. His nose was wet and warm as it sniffed your fingers, breath hot against your skin. 

“Are you a hellhound?” you asked softly, not wanting Yamasho to overhear you. The dog tilted its head to the side and you scoffed. “As if you’d answer me even if you could.”

Lucky moved closer, rubbing his head against your hand. As soon as your fingers touched his head, flames erupted from his paws, the bottom half of his legs shifting to resemble molten rock. Flames appeared at the tip of his tale and his golden eyes turned red, flames coming from them, as well.

Now that… that was most definitely a hellhound. You felt your body tense up as you shot backward, feeling painful memories resurface. You tried to force them down because you knew you had to focus on the problem at hand. You had to get this thing out of the apartment before –

“Dinner’s ready, baby.” Yamasho appeared in the doorway, drying his hands on a dish towel. When he lifted his head, his eyes snapped to the flaming pooch standing before you and the towel dropped from his hands.

Lucky, excited to see his owner, started to rush toward him with his tail wagging. The wood sizzled beneath his paws, jarring you from your stupor. You rushed forward as the dog leaped through the air toward Yamasho and you managed to grab him by the scruff of his neck before he landed.

He whined pitifully, tilting his head to look at you as if wondering what he had done wrong.

“Baby,” you breathed out, hating how your voice shook. “Don’t freak out.”

“My new puppy is on fire. I believe this is an occasion that calls for freaking out,” he replied, shifting nervously. His eyes stayed trained on the creature, unable to look away. “Is he… does it hurt?”

“The fire? No, it’s part of him.”

“Eh?” His wide eyes snapped to you, confusion written across his face. “What’s going on?”

“It’s… not easy to explain,” you muttered, turning your attention to the dog. You shook him gently, scowling. “Oi, go back to normal.”

He just yippee, tail wagging back and forth wildly.

“Right, you probably don’t know how,” you muttered, readjusting your grip so your palms were against his sides. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and focusing. It was your power that had activated his, so perhaps you could deactivate it, as well.

Lucky whimpered, squirming in your grip as the fire slowly started to fade until it disappeared altogether, leaving a normal black dog behind. You set the dog on the floor, wincing in pain when you straightened up.

Yamasho grabbed your arm to steady you, looking at you with concern. “Are you okay, baby?”

“Yeah,” you breathed out. “Just a bit dizzy.”

He led you over to the couch, settling down beside you with a frown. “You have a lot of explaining to do.”

“I know,” you groaned, throwing your head back. “Just… give me a few minutes to collect my thoughts.”

“Take your time.” He snuggled closer to you, hand resting over your heart and head resting against your shoulder. “Do I have to get rid of Lucky?”

You put your arm around him, fingers raking through his pink hair. “I’m guessing you don’t want to?”

“I love him,” he sent you a sad look before turning his attention to the canine. “Is he dangerous?”

“He’s a hellhound,” you snorted. “Of course, he’s dangerous… but…” You paused, meeting the dog’s golden eyes.

“But?” Yamasho looked up at you hopefully and you bit your lip, hoping you wouldn’t come to regret this.

“Perhaps… he can be trained.”

“Really? I can keep him, then?”

“There’s no way in hell I’m leaving you alone with him,” you scowled, sending him a stern look. “He’ll stay with me until we figure this out.”

Rather than being upset, a sly smile slid onto his lips, hand sliding up to rest against the side of your neck. “So what you’re saying is… I need to move in with you so I can be close to Lucky.”

“That’s not what I said at all.”

“What, you don’t want me living with you?”

“You know I do, it’s just…” you exhaled, leaning your forehead against his. “I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you, Shogo.”

He hummed, lips brushing against yours. “I guess you’ll just have to protect me, then. All the more reason to keep me close, hm?”

You couldn’t argue with the truth of that. Until now, you had tried to keep him at arm’s length, believing he would be safer if he wasn’t within your circle. Perhaps you had been wrong this whole time, though. If something were to happen, surely it would be better if you were close by to help rather than far away.

He knew he had caught you, hook line, and sinker. “I’ll get to packing.”

“Don’t you think we should eat first? It’s gonna get cold.”

“That’s what the microwave is for,” he grinned before disappearing down the hall.

You shook your head, a smile coming to your lips. Lucky yipped at you, tail wagging and tongue lolling from the side of his mouth. 

Never in your life had you ever even considered getting a regular dog, much less a hound from hell. And yet here you were. 

After all, you would do anything to make Yamasho happy.

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[brineffxiv]

The Final Days have come to Thavnair.

Can you see this, Emet-Selch? Or are you simply remembering your own horror? What would you think, to know the Final Days have come again?

That tracks with what we've been led to expect the Final Days would bring.

Pardon me, I must scream now. This is the sin eaters all over again. Is it contagious like that too?

(Indeed, it turns out that it is, in fact, contagious. Except it's worse, because the monsters don't even have to touch you. They've just gotta give you the bad vibes)

You'd think this dungeon would remind me of Amaurot, and you'd be correct, but what it reminded me even more of was Holminster Switch. It had the same excellently immersive atmosphere of horror, but more than that, the setting was similar: running through a destroyed/burning village, watching former residents transform into abominations, a horrific fiend waiting at the end... The significant difference this time being that there were no survivors to save... Great dungeon. Can't recommend it enough. Hope I don't have to play it again any time soon.

And then I got it again for daily roulettes, oops.

Eugh. Gotta give it to you, game, you really know how to make things horrifying. This was a person.

Yeah, I gathered from your comments during the dungeon that there was something wrong with the monsters' aether. You fought quite well for not being able to see them.

How is that possible? If they're not made of aether... How do they even exist? Are they just empty, or made of something else instead?

What. What do you mean by that. You mean...?

Then, this isn't... This can't be simply stagnation of aether. The sin eaters, the Flood of light, that was stagnated aether. There's something more going on than just that. Right?

Motherfucker. That's. That's horrible. What the hell. Souls can just be... Destroyed? So not only do these poor people get turned into monsters... They don't even get their promised rest. There's no reincarnation, no becoming part of the star. All the people we just saw transformed, they're just. Gone.

Poor Vrtra. He loves his people so much. And now all this pain. First the tower, now this.

Ahewann urges Vrtra to reveal their secret and openly be the great leader he has been from the shadows this entire time.

But, Vrtra will not consider it. He believes that revealing himself will do naught but cause further confusion and chaos.

Vrtra and Estinien take to the skies to continue doing battle with the horde of beasts. The rest of us Scions will accompany Ahewann back to the capital to render what assistance we may.

Back in Radz-at-Han, the Scions split up into small groups to investigate the origins of the initial blasphemy. To my horror, it is revealed that the one who transformed into the monster was Khalzhal; the man who ran the consortium in which I first met Matsya.

Through talking to his neighbors and business associates we eventually piece together the story. Khalzahl had fallen on desperate times, but had just been contracted to transport a shipment of luxury fabrics. At the last moment, the deal fell through, and the despair and hopelessness this created seems to have been the trigger for his transformation. As well, people who became overcome with similar emotions also transformed: simply seeing the blasphemy was enough to trigger the change in others.

Which means that this could potentially start up anywhere, at any time, with no warning whatsoever.

...

And just as we're realizing this, shit hits the fan.

Ahewann has arrived and is trying to console a crowd of his people, one of whom is a grandmother worried about her grandson who had gone to Palaka's Stand.

Quite suddenly, Matsya arrives, asking for help, and bringing news that Palaka's Stand has been overrun by beasts.

The grandmother is overcome by her fear, and transforms.

...Setting off a chain reaction. Numerous people within the crowd begin changing, and we scramble to kill them fast enough, before it spreads further.

A young boy, running with his father, trips in front of a monster. He too transforms...

And is crushed beneath the foot of the beast, which advances upon his father, now paralyzed with fear.

Ahewann jumps in between the two, sword in hand...

But the beast picks him up.

As he meets my eyes and begs me to save his people, the blasphemy eats him.

Seven hells.

The man Ahewann died to save is beginning to lose it. He's going to change too. But then, G'raha is there. G'raha gets through to him.

G'raha is the goddamn Exarch and he takes charge and he is beautiful.

He delegates, he delivers orders. He is in control, and through his steady hand, restores calm and confidence. The beasts are being brought down.

I love this game for not forgetting that G'raha led an entire city through a century of crisis, and letting him use those skills when they're desperately needed. Goddamn, this was fantastic.

Thancred tells Alphinaud and Alisaie to accompany Matsya to Palaka's Stand, and render aid there, and G'raha bids me accompany them. We set off at a run.

[poisonioushearts]

The Stars Made me Realize Your Beauty

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: Not proofread

Synopsis/tags: The magicless reader stays at Heartsabyul for a short time because Ramshakle collapsed in on itself, Crowley hasn’t done anything yet about it, star-gazing, some angst and some fluff, Riddle blushing lmaoo

Notes: I used a wheel spinner to determine who to do and researched writing prompts...this is what I came up with. Enjoy :)

Do not repost, reblog only

Word count: 900+

Somehow you were able to sneak out of your friend’s dorm without waking anyone.

Now, with a blanket draped across your arm, you quickly shuffled towards the rose maze.

You took familiar twists and turns before you got to one of the larger spaces.

You shook the blanket out and carefully spread it across the grass before you plopped yourself onto the blanket, staring up at the sky.

You didn’t bother to change so you were in a plain t-shirt and fuzzy pajama pants that were covered with various cats.

You shivered as a cold breeze hit your skin but your eyes never varied from the star-covered sky, the bright white lights sparked near the full moon.

The sight and the silence were amazing compared to the days when you’d have to listen to the complaints of your monster cat and the arguing of your two freshmen friends who seemed to crash into trouble more often than not.

You did enjoy your time with them, and you were more than thankful they offered you a temporary place to stay when the place you stayed in collapsed in on itself.

It was a good thing that you were held back by Crowley, otherwise, you might have been crushed by the old building that fell as you were walking toward it.

You shivered again and used your hands to rub against your arms in an attempt for warmth. 

For the time that you’ve been staying at Heartsabyul, you snuck out to stare at the stars even as the nights got colder and colder.

The stars were the one thing that didn’t completely change when you were brought to this world. The only true difference was how brightly they shone compared to the dimness back home.

For the first time since your nightly star-gazing, you felt yourself begin to tear up.

Home.

You wondered if something happened to your body in your world and you were in your mind. Or maybe it was all of you that can to this world and you are missing back home. Or maybe time stopped? You didn’t know and you felt that you would never know.

Every time you brought up your home to Crowley he seemed to stiffen up and avoid any further conversation. Is he buying time because the search for your home would be fruitless?

Your train of thought came to a stop when you heard the crunching of leaves and you turned your head to see a familiar shade of red hair and grey eyes.

“Riddle? What are you doing out here?”

“I was about to ask you the same. Shouldn’t you be back in the dorm? It is almost three in the morning you should go back so you can get some sleep and be productive for the day.” His voice was stern, but it took a certain softness to it that was noticeable to many, you happened to be one of the few who didn’t seem to notice this difference.

You looked away from the boy and stared at the stars, “It’s three already?”

“Yes, it is. How long have you been up?”

“Ah, I dunno. Midnight I think.”

“You should go back. You are way past curfew and I have half the mindset to take your head.”

You shrugged, “What’s the point? It wouldn’t take anything away so I don’t understand how it would really affect me.” You hummed, “Other than being another burden on my shoulders.” You mumbled.

He didn’t speak and only sighed, “What are you doing anyways?”

“Star-gazing.” You didn’t say any more than that, but the faint light that illuminated your face showed that you didn’t look happy. A sad and thoughtful looked had attached itself to your features and Riddle wanted to know the reason. He didn’t know why, but seeing you look sad made his heart stop.

You didn’t see him give you a concerned look and with furrowed brows, he took a deep breath before sitting on the blanket beside you and following your gaze to the sky.

“The stars are truly a sight aren’t they? They were never this bright back home where the smog would cover the sky and dim their light.” You turned your head and pat the spot next to you, “Lay down.”

“Why?”

“Why else? I want to look at the stars with you.”

He was thankful that it was dark enough that you wouldn’t be able to see his face turn red as he wordlessly lay beside you.

Minutes of peaceful and comfortable silence passed, and the boy next to you had begun to avert his gaze to you.

You had started to slowly doze off and didn’t see his gaze on you. His gaze that was so full of love, it was as if he was still looking at the stars his eyes were so full of wonder.

Compared to the stars he thought that you were a sea of them and more.

When you had finally fallen asleep he quietly sat up and took off his jacket before draping it over you. He didn’t want to wake you, he told you to get sleep and it seems you are getting it. Even though you are not in the dorm building itself.

Why was he helping you though? He thought. Why wasn’t he stricter with you? Why is it that he feels his heart speed up whenever he sees you and whenever you laugh?

Oh.

Oh.

He flushed when he realized what he was feeling and let out an unintentional gasp.

He liked you. Like, liked you.

Taking a shaky breath he quickly pressed his lips to your forehead in a fleeting kiss before lying back down.

He was thinking about leaving you like this when he first found you, but now he thought against it.

He will stay with you until you woke up, or until the sun rose so you could get ready for the day.

Maybe he would even save you a seat for the Unbirthday party coming up in a few weeks.

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Thank you for reading!

[yandere-sins]

Hello! I wonder what would be yandere Scaramouche reaction if s/o say :

"If I know this thing will happen, I shouldn't be too nice with you"

Basically, readers say that they regret being nice with scaramouche cuz technically he fell for them because of that in first place.

I remember this had a connection to this story from before. Thanks for requesting it! :D (Since we know more of the truth now, this is even less canon than before but you know, ignore it and just enjoy it xD)

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Inconsolable, you crumbled to the ground, weeping.

The guard had put you down much gentler than you expected, in a room with no windows and only one exit. And yet you punched them in the chest, away from you, falling backwards into a corner as you sobbed uncontrollably. Loud, painful screams left your throat, not echoing in the room filled with meaningless amenities. No one heard you, saved you, but you gave your surroundings no mind, curling into yourself, the pain and grief overwhelming you.

You had a feeling that this wouldn’t end well. The whole setup was too good to be true, especially when Kunikuzushi offered your partner’s life in exchange for your submission. But there was a spark of hope that the boy you played with as a child was still the same gentle and kind soul he was back then. Of course, the kidnapping should have been indication enough that he wasn’t.

Kuni didn’t seem to understand why you were so upset as the screams of your lover rang out, turning into gurgles until there was no sound left to leave him. You had to hear all of it, from the beginning to the end. Knowing it wasn’t a merciful death. Knowing it was all your fault, even if it wasn’t. But your body’s reaction to it was violent, an anxiety attack rattling through you, your lungs barely filled with enough air to supply your brain with. Tears flew everywhere, as did your limbs while you deflated on the floor, stricken with the loss of your love and the regret of not being able to save him.

Heavy footsteps were exchanged with lighter ones as the guard left you. If they felt any remorse for what they did to you, they didn’t show even a little bit of sympathy. Then again, knowing who their boss was, maybe they were just trying to survive. Just like you.

“Hey, get up.”

A command sounding as crude as it was threatening. You only just lost the person dear to you, but here he was—sitting down on the edge of his bed, much too big and out of place in this run-down mansion he had made his home in—demanding to get rewarded for it. For a moment, your brain was too stunned to release all the negativity that had you squirming on the dusty floor. But the burning in your eyes returned soon enough, and you returned to bawling instead of listening to his orders. Not like the deal was still on. It died with your love.

Annoyed, he rolled his eyes, getting up and marching over to you, roughly grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling you from the ground. The pain was nothing compared to the one you felt in your heart, but enough to shift your focus to Kuni for a moment, your screams getting stuck in your throat. “Listen to me! It’s over. No need to get so worked up about it now. You promised me you’d do whatever I want.”

Pulling you along mercilessly, Kunikuzushi made you scramble to your feet, urging you over to the bed where he sat down once more, spreading his legs for you to fit between them. It was so ridiculous, his body still that of a young teen, but his cruelty right out of a monster. And maybe he was, having not aged in years, a former puppet boy, now a puppet monstrosity. It was like a nightmare you were unable to wake up from.

Moving your head around as he pleased, he laid it to rest on his thigh, finally letting go but not allowing you to lift your head on your own. His palm pressed down on top of it, simulating the gesture of petting you, running his fingers through your dirty, unkempt hair with a hint of awe in his eyes. “You’ve gotten so old,” he mumbled, his expression turning conflicted, but not even one wrinkle on his youthful face. Unable to hold back a huff, you glared at him as best as you could through your blurred vision, your brain deciding this was rude enough to give it attention.

“I’m only in my late twenties. That’s not old at all.”

Kuni made a contemplating hum as he kept brushing back strands of hair. In all your reunion, he hadn’t been as gentle as he was now, not a hint of the cruelty he ordered just minutes ago, and nothing like the villain that kept mistreating you. Affectionate, kind, comforting. He was all of that and nothing at the same time.

“I’ve been searching for you every day since you left.” He muttered, his eyes glazing over as he was deep in thought of the past. “I went through every country, every terrain. Climbed every mountain and wandered the depths of the sea to find you. I don’t think you know what it’s like to have you back now. I’ll give you a life you could only dream about until now.”

“I don’t want it,” you choked out, instantly overcome with dread. If it wasn’t with your chosen partner, the family you cared about, then what kind of life could he offer you?

“Don’t test my generosity,” he warned you, a dangerous smile dancing over his lips. “I am merely repaying you for your kindness and letting you live with me because of the goodness of my heart.”

Grinding your teeth, you felt anger rise from your stomach. It was as if you were seeing red, your mouth speaking before thinking it through. After all Kuni did, how preposterous was he to talk about generosity? “Had I known this would happen, I wouldn’t have been so nice to you.”

This made his hand stop abruptly, his eyes turning darker as neither of you averted your gaze. How unfortunate that you were human, much more in need of blinking than he was, losing this fight while he kept watching you intensely. “What a shame,” he eventually replied, his expression unreadable even as he smiled.

His fingers sliding back into your hair, he gripped it hard, forcing your head to bend backwards while he leaned down. Inches away from you, you wanted to stay strong, not be intimidated by the closeness of this psycho, but your survival instincts forced you to try and escape from him, not fight him. Subconsciously, you knew it was a fight you couldn’t win.

“It’s a shame, really, that you’ll have to be nice to me now. I won’t give you the freedom to leave me again or deliver a swift death to you like I did to your little plaything. You can suffer with me in peace or chaos, but you’ll never get rid of me. What will it be?”

“Fuck you,” you ground out from gritted teeth, and his grip got even tighter, tearing the hairs from your scalp.

“I see. Chaos it is. Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.”

The next thing you felt was a sting in your neck, a burning cold liquid shooting through your veins, and you started to lose the feeling in your limbs as it spread through you rapidly. Even the pain on your head vanished, despite Scara standing up, dragging you on top of his bed with strength his small body shouldn’t have.

“I told you before, you’re mine. Mine to do anything I please,” he reiterated, climbing on top of you and straddling your waist as he flopped down, having no regard for your body that couldn’t feel anything. Reaching behind him, you recognized the gag from before, Scara dangling it in front of your face now, only your eyes able to move and follow it. “For now, I think I heard enough from you. This will help you to be good and shut up.”

Wrapping the gag around your face, he made a tight, double knot before leaning back and admiring his work. “Oops, I almost forgot,” Kuni chuckled. “Not like you’re in the state of doing anything right now, no matter what I do. But don’t worry. At least one of us will enjoy what I’ve been planning to do for years.”

You wished you had control over your body back, at least enough to close your eyes. Undoubtedly, Kuni would have forced them back open regardless of what you wanted but drugged and entirely at his mercy, you only wanted to forget. Not see, not hear, not feel anything, a wish you weren’t granted from the universe.

If only you could have at least avoided seeing the grin on his face no matter what he did.

But he wasn’t the nice boy you once knew.

Only the nightmare you’d get to know more than you wanted.

[jkknight98]

Wilbur’s Pov (3rd Times not the charm)

This has been in my drafts nearly finished for months and I wanted to get it done before I started on the next chapter of the Familial Forest Au. While it isn’t a true 2nd part to the first story, its from Wilbur’s mind and a small view of what could come. I hope you guys enjoy this as I try to balance this blog with irl life.

Warning: Soft vore, fear of digestion, digestion mention, fear of death.

Everything had just seemed so normal that day, so ordinary that Wilbur actually felt bored while walking with Tommy, teasing how the kid needed to touch every tree or large rock on the path. It was as if he was following some hidden trail he couldn’t see. But he chalked it up to Tommy’s hybrid traits that weren’t physically visible. “ Do you seriously have to touch every single tree Tommy, you’re going to rub the moss off them and leave them nude~”

He watched Tommy laugh, the blue eyes bright and shining in the sun, but the bright smile on his face quickly dropped as the eyes moved to stare over his shoulders into the brush behind him. His ear twitched at a sound, but before he could turn to investigate, Tommy completely changed. He watched as the boy grew taller (he was already tall, to begin with, but more so) and a flush of red scales led to extended ears, but what made the siren go cold with Terror, was the massive red tail that replaced the legs. This wasn’t his baby brother, not the child Phil found in the woods that grew up with him and his brother, this thing lunging at him was a naga. He let out a scream as the warm tail wrapped tightly around his body, cutting off any chance of escape and half of his air supply as he tried to get away, but he fell silent when a low voice echoed behind him. He froze when he saw an even larger naga, it was acid green in color and had the most menacing mask on its face, a simple smile. What made things whole thing worse was that it was asking why Tommy hadn’t eaten him yet, and when Tommy said he wasn’t attached to him, he let out a soft whine of fear.

He got pissed when Tommy talked about using them for free food, he let out his own hiss at the boy holding him,” Was that all we were to you??? An easy scam until you got bored and decide to eat us in your sleep,” He fought harder as Tommy ignored him to focus on the other naga, which had decided to get close to his face, the mask almost touching him as the eyes glowed with a terrifying hunger,” What are you doing asshole, get away from me you snakeskin freak!!” The monster had the nerve to lick his face, commenting on his taste, and actively tried to take him, but to some bit of relief, Tommy jerked him closer. It pissed him off that they were talking about him as if he wasn’t there, only a slab of meat to be fought over. That small relief was tarnished when Tommy placed his hands on his shoulders, and he was forced to look into the younger’s face, still able to see the boy he loved like a brother under the reptilian features,” Tommy….Please don’t do this... I thought I was your big bro?” He thought he saw a flash of regret pass through those cornflower blue orbs, but they closed just as the maw filled with hidden fangs opened.

Wilbur thought snakes were supposed to be cold-blooded, but as the forked tongue and humming mouth descended onto him, Tommy’s mouth was very warm… and tight as he was shoved further inside. He was back to full panic mode at this point, no longer speaking coherent words as his body fought to get away from the threat, barely noticing the conversation going on outside. He thrashed harder when the gravity changed, Tommy wasn’t going down his body anymore, he was being lifted into the air…. So he would have a straight shot downward. He shrieked as his body slid further towards the low rumbles, he froze with a weak whimper when a hand gripped his own as the body stilled around him, he thought it might have been the other naga who wanted to put more fear into him. The hand gripping his gently rubbed his knuckles the same way he had rubbed Tommy’s when the boy lost his first tooth and thought he was going to lose all of them… was that Tommy trying to comfort him… but he realized he was wrong as the naga swallowed hard.

He wailed as he was shoved harshly against a fleshy wall, forcing his head and neck into his shoulders as the flesh around him started to stretch as more of his body was shoved inside. The walls seemed to rumble in satisfaction, pressing into him and rubbing slime into his skin and clothing. The moment that his hands came free he tried shoving the walls away from him, especially when he felt outside pressure against him. All of his senses were filled with the presence of Tommy, he could hear anything but the body around him, feel the walls compressing him with every rumble, and his limited night vision let him see the rippling pink flesh around him. He fought as hard as he could against the flesh, but the walls let out a very loud rumble as they crushed into his form, forcing his arms and legs into his chest, and making him into a less-than-agreeable lump. “Tommy I’m begging you, Let me out!!! We can work something out.” 

He couldn’t hear the other naga but could hear Tommy yelling at them, he was too tired to fight anymore as he listened in to Tommy's side of the situation. He got interested as the boy spoke as if this naga used to know him, were they his guardian before Phil found them, and decided they were nothing but an easy meal ticket for them….will he go back for them once he’s… He flinched when he felt pressure against his head, it wasn’t forceful..but almost as if his head was being stroked through the layers of flesh. He pressed back at the feeling with some hesitance, maybe….maybe Tommy was just keeping him here until the other naga left. That could be entirely possible, he didn't trick them for so long right?? He was just a kid, what child makes up a horrible plan like that?

He was so hopeful… everything got so quiet outside the bodily noises,” Tommy…?” The boy didn’t say anything to him, but the walls around him did. The flesh tightened around him suddenly, the wet embrace almost crushing the breath out of him as the floor below him softened as the pressure returned to shove him downwards. Oh, he was so wrong.

So so wrong…

This is what being digested felt like…

He fought and screamed as he was shoved further into the digestive tract of the monster with the face of a child, feeling stronger muscles than the ones in the throat drag him down away from the heart and lungs, he was too panicked himself to notice how equally as panicked the other was. The walls changed temperature and texture, being cooler and much rougher, and as they ground into his legs as he was fed further into it… they were clearly made to crush anything that entered them. He couldn’t hear the heartbeat anymore, only the deeper gurgling of the new walls, and it made him feel alone without that last bit of comfort.

He fought as the walls crushed him, almost breaking his glasses, and used his shaking arms to try and give himself more breathing room. He could faintly hear Tommy yelling again at the other naga, probably proving that there was no way the other could take..his meal now. The man didn’t realize he was crying at first, his face already so covered with slime, it only occurred to him when his breath began to hitch. He was going to die here, no one but Tommy would know what happened to him, and would he only be remembered as a forcefully early taken meal. What would his family get to bury?

He continued to cry as the walls pressed in again, thinking that it was just the normal contractions of the stomach around him until they moved as if something was rubbing at him in a purposeful manner. He felt a rush of rage at the thought of Tommy rubbing at him to make him squirm more, but before he could yell into the unforgiving walls, he stopped when he heard the boy's voice. 

“Wilbur… Wilbur calm down, it's going to be ok, I’m going to let you out alright.”

Calm down…. Calm down?? How could someone be calm after being eaten and hearing everything that was just said about them?! “Don’t fucking lie to me you bastard, You've already eaten me, why are you keeping up the act??” Wilbur flailed hard against the slimy walls, grimacing as this just made the organ growl lowly and compress him with a crushing embrace. He froze as he heard Tommy apologize and call himself a monster…. Echoing the same thing Wilbur had said when this whole mess started. Did…Did Tommy really just do this to protect him from the other Naga… he flinched when he felt the large body move around him, Tommy was on the move somewhere at a fast pace. Why would he be moving so fast if he was just going to digest him…Phil always told them not to run on a full stomach unless they wanted to get..sick. He slowly brought his hands up to gently rub the walls, hardly believing that he was doing it, and smiled when he heard the same rumbling purr the boy would try to hide when he was happy. 

How could he be so dumb..

Tommy would never do anything like that to him.

`=`

Wilbur awoke with a quiet gasp as he wrapped his arms around himself, shaken from the dream of smothering walls that dripped with slime and sounded with the beating of his brother's heart. It had been a few weeks since the incident and after Tommy nearly ran away after talking with Phil and Techno, things were almost back to normal with Tommy embracing his true form. But Wilbur couldn’t escape the experience in his sleep…but it wasn’t a nightmare, even if he almost wished it was. He tried to hide his conflicted feelings the best he could, but he couldn’t help but sneak glances at his brother as he ate, freezing if he heard his stomach growl, and would let Tommy hug him longer than he used to. He was slightly fearful that Tommy was starting to notice his behavior… especially when the youngest would talk about wanting coffee more than he used to, especially after he confessed to Wilbur on that's how he tasted. 

He couldn’t help but jump when there was a quick knock on his door and a softy whispered voice,” Wilby…can I talk with you?”

[lu-twilights-pup]

So I gotta know bc I am now incredibly invested in your girls and your AU

Your girlie pops dynamic with the OG Chain. What chaos happened upon first meet? What’s the reaction to Moon? The reaction to Scout and Loft? Along with their missing Chain members and the fact that Hylia had came in to save them?

I’m also curious abt moon but in ways that I just can’t verbalize since it mostly consists of sobbing and crying and worrying if she’s okay and if she needs a hug,,,,

Your AU is making me unwell but in a /pos kind of unwell, I promise

So im still working on actually writing out this interaction, because i wanna do a maybe lil mini fic about it, but over all i have the idea down.

I’m gonna add a little read more thing cause this is gonna be a doozy.

They first met because they had noticed Loft and Scout following them and confronted them, they ran and got away before Legend, Wind and Warriors bumped into them again in a near by town, questioning them and bringing them back with them for like…interrogation???

When they first meet rest of the chain, both groups are very put off by the other. The girls aren’t as shocked as the boys as they already knew that other worlds like theirs existed with other hero groups and such. The boys on the other hands are a little less forth coming about it. Its mainly Legend and Wild who are a bit stand of fish and suspicious about them. Twilight is a bit cautious about them solely because of Moon. It takes a good deal of convincing (i.e. telling them things no one but them would know, the master sword recognizing them, the triforce on the hand, etc) before they begin to settle a little bit more into each other.

Once everyone is a bit more comfortable, or more so being a bit insensitive and nosey (Legend asking what’s up with the mutt) and getting no answer, then comes Time with a nicer version of ‘what happpened to the rest of your party’ type question then they dive into it, but only lightly.

They explain what happened to their world, why they are there, and reluctantly what happened to each of them, and how Moon is/ was Twilight, but she is stuck at the moment, and even the master sword cant switch her back. She kind of knows who is who and what is going on but she is mostly dog back there. She’s still got her instincts and will go after anything that comes near them that she sees as a threat, from monsters to Yiga in disguise. They had to essentially ‘train her’ to no run after everything and to be able to safely travel with her.

There is a nausea in the air as Scout and Loft explain what happened to them. The group feels for them, but it gives a bit of a scare as a reminder of what could happen to any of them on this journey. Even more so when they learn why there is only four of them.

They refuse to go into detail about what happened to each of otter members, simply that they fell to the shadow in some way, or simple passed on. They still aren’t sure about what happened to Wild due to her having bee with Moon, and moon can really talk right now. But each of them hold an item of a missing member of their group, some as a reminder, others had plans to give them back to loved ones, had they made it to the times and eras they needed to.

And Moon very much needs a hug. She’s been through hell and back with the commander, and even the on her own. He shortened coat is a side effect of her captures wanting her pelt, shaving it down to remove her divinity as a noble beast and turning her into a ‘Mangy mutt’ instead. They would tell her stories of what they had done to the others, which she had no way of knowing was true or not because they were separated. Her and the commander only broke free due to a blood moon, which gave her her human form back briefly. But oh god dam is she like heavily traumatized. She needs every hug in the book.

[theladybarnes]

SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO? : CHAPTER SIX

“Sometimes, your total obliviousness just blows my mind.”

▸ summary: secrets are shared, accusations run, and fights happen ▸ characters: nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, steve harrington,  ▸ word count: 5,229 ▸ warnings: angst, canon violence, homophobia (canon/brief) and king steve 😔 ▸ series masterlist

“It’s gonna be okay, Nancy!” you cried out, doing your best to wipe away the goo that had covered the face on the girl.  

 She was currently beside you in the backseat of Jonathan’s car, gripping onto the seat in front of her. Ever since the two of you found her hand sticking out from the core of a tree, she hasn’t stopped crying. No matter how much you or Jonathan tried to console her and calm her down. She continued to mumble about the monster through her tears.

 You don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone as frightened as she was.

 “She’s going to go into a panic attack if she doesn’t calm down.” Jonathan warned, speeding his way over to the Wheeler house. The road was thankfully empty but from the tense way he was gripping the wheel, you could tell Jonathan was anxious. The whole past fifteen minutes were spent getting Nancy out of the woods and if you were being honest, the intensity of all that still did not leave your system yet. Making it slightly hard to calm yourself down.

 “Nancy, please.” you tried again, moving to wrap an arm around her. It’s the most sort of affection you’ve shown her and you hope it’s enough to calm her down. Finally, the car is pulling down her familiar street and you quickly show her out the window. “Hey, we’re out of the woods now. You’re home.”

 The streets of her block seemed to do the charm as her mumblings slowly turned into a murmuring. By the time Jonathan pulled into a parking spot, she was a lot calmer. “We’re gonna help you up to your room, okay?” You said softly when you managed to get her outside. 

 Luckily she kept a pair of house keys on her, making you very glad to avoid another encounter with Mr. Wheeler. 

 The inside of the Wheeler household had a welcoming warmth that you really needed after leaving the woods. With warm lights making the house have a glow and the lingering scent of a roast dinner, you couldn’t help but wish that you were here under different circumstances. 

 “Nancy, is that you?” called a feminine voice from the kitchen. The three of you froze at the beginning of the staircase, wondering what you guys were supposed to say. Urging Jonathan to go up in case she wasn’t allowed to have boys come over, you both stood up straighter once Mrs. Wheeler came around the corner.

 “Oh! Hi, I’m Karen. Who might you be?” Her worried eyes flickered over to Nancy and widened when she noticed the two of you all dirtied up and disheveled. 

 You quickly introduce yourself, causing Karen’s eyes to focus back on you who’s much cleaner than her daughter. “Oh, you’re Claudia’s niece, right? She mentioned you would be staying in Hawkins for a while.”

 “Yeah! I’m here for..a while.” you chuckled lamely, trying to appear as calm as you could be. “Nancy, actually, was helping me out. You see, I was looking for my cousin tonight. Totally got lost in the woods and poof!” you threw your hands up. “I’m lost! Nancy was aware of the whole thing and was kind enough to come and get me out.”

 She looked over at Nancy, raising a brow at her overall appearance. But before she could speak on about that, you were quick to continue on with the facade. “It’s so funny, the woods, you never can see properly and before we even realized it, we had both fallen down and landed in the dirt. It was crazy!” 

 Your forced giggling is enough to have Karen back off a bit before she joins in. “Well, Nancy, are you okay?” 

 Finally the other girl is able to come to her senses and pushes a hair away from her face. “Right, it was a crazy night and she was just helping me inside since I fell a bit harder than we thought.” There was a calmness in her voice that seemed to pacify her mother enough to relax. 

 “You guys should be more careful, maybe stay out of the woods so late at night? Especially with everything going on..”

 “Yeah, you’re right!” Looking back at Nancy, you give her a firm nod before patting her back. “A lot has happened and I think I’ve had my fill on the woods for the time being.” 

 “Good, and if you wanted to find your cousin, he’s downstairs in the basement with Mike. I can go get him for you?”

 You thank Mrs. Wheeler for the help before she takes off to retrieve Dustin. Turning to Nancy, you place a hand on her shoulder and urge her to go upstairs. “I’m probably gonna have to head home. Call me as soon as you wake up in the morning okay? We’ll figure out what the hell happened then.”

 Nancy nodded weakly, taking one step up before she turned back to face you. “Thanks for helping me cover..I-I didn’t know what to-”

 “It’s fine.” You assured, shrugging your shoulders. “Nancy Drew always had a friend who helped right?”

 Nancy looked down with a smile as she thought it through. “Bess Marvin, right?”

 “Now you’re getting it.” you laughed backing away towards the door. The two of you gave a final wave once Nancy remembered the fact that Jonathan was still upstairs. 

 It was kind of weird to end the night like this, and you were pretty sure you’d have nightmares about the sounds of the monster plus the visual of him taking that deer. But, you guys had found where the monster was and hopefully could come up with a plan tomorrow.

 From around the corner came Mike and Dustin as they whispered fiercely to each other. Dustin seemed to be the calmer of the two as he kept patting the back of Mike before they finally looked up at you. 

 “Ready to head home?” You chuckled, trying to play cool.

 “Sure..just one question?”

 You simply raised a brow at the younger boy.

 “Why the hell do you look like shit?”

  There were two plaguing thoughts that came into your mind the whole night. One, whatever it was that Nancy faced, it was fierce and scary. Enough to have left the girl almost paralyzed with fear. 

 Meaning, that if you three were to face it again, you’d have to be prepared to fight a creature such as that. Something you weren’t even sure you had in you. But even if you convinced yourself a million to back out now, and cancel on the other two, you couldn’t. 

 Something was changing inside you and while it was scary, it felt right doing something good. Perhaps it was the reparation you felt from helping out. You wanted to do the right thing for once.

 You weren’t sure that you could be the girl from back home anymore. She would mind her business and tend to things that she wanted to do that were fun, carefree, and definitely monsterless. But how long could you honestly keep up with that? Yes, it was scary, but what if there was the chance you guys could actually put a stop to this?

 The second horrid thought was that it was very likely wherever Nancy was, Barb was there too. But even if you were hopeful to find her, with the way that monster moved and the panic that Nancy had, you couldn’t help but think that the girl who was so shy to shotgun a beer wouldn’t have lasted as long. But for once, you’d give anything to be wrong. 

 It was all too much for your head eventually but you did manage to catch a few hours of sleep before your phone rang that morning. The house stayed silent as the ringing echoed down the hall. Apparently it would have to be you who picked it up. After a barely intelligible hello, Nancy’s chirpy voice came through. 

 “Hey, Jonathan and I figured out a theory that might work on getting the monster’s attention.” 

 There wasn’t a hint at all of the girl last night who had to be held as you drove home. In fact, her voice was laced with hard determination. It was kinda cool. 

 “So that means back into the woods again?” 

 “Not exactly.” Her voice grew quiet as she whispered out the next part. “We’re gonna need a lot more than a gun and a bat to face this thing. Do you think you can be ready in ten minutes? We’re gonna pick you up on the way to town.”

 You peeked away from the living room to look down the hall to where your Aunt and cousin were still in their rooms. Apparently everyone but you was allowed to sleep in today. But at least you could leave a note without having to answer any questions. “I can be ready. Just honk when you’re out front.” 

 “Okay, see you soon.”

 There wasn’t much time for you to do anything so you quickly grabbed a muffin from the kitchen, and ran into the laundry room, thankful that your Aunt had washed your jeans and jacket. Unfortunately, your shoes weren’t good for the wear and you settled down on a pair of converse. It was truly the most average outfit you had ever worn and you hated it. But better to fight off a faceless monster in drab clothing than your finest.

 Your hair was barely pulled back into a hair tie when the sound of honking came from outside. With a slip of a note on the table, you grabbed your flashlight and dashed out the door. 

  “All this camo gear makes me feel like I’m in an episode of MASH.” you chortled, picking up a particular pair of hunting vests. Jonathan let out a small amused huff as he tried to pick and choose what might be best to use against the best.

 By the time the three of you had gone past the threshold, Nancy simply picked up a basket and instantly waded through the aisles. Taking only a few seconds to pick and choose the things she needed.

 “Focus, Henderson.” Jonathan said quietly, poking at your arm. “The longer we’re here the more suspicious we all look.”

 Your eyes stole a glance at the man at the counter. While he was keeping an eye on all of you, there was a glazed look on his face that made you think there wasn’t really much thought behind all that staring.

 Frankly, you were more shocked at the three of you entering more than the man. Back home, it wasn’t really a thing for kids or teenagers to use or know how to operate a gun. Stores like this were rare and you couldn’t help but be curious to what else you’d find here.

 “I need a weapon.” you muttered to yourself. Allowing your fingers to graze upon the various tools. Guns were definitely your thing, and Jonathan already claimed dibs on the bat. Leaving you with only one choice. 

 With a quick pick of the selection, you grab your weapon and join the other two at the counter. 

 “Really? All this time and that’s what you get?” Jonathan asked, looking as you placed the hand held knife on the counter. The blade was about the size of your hand and while it seemed intimidating, you felt a lot better knowing you’d be able to at least use this to defend yourself. 

 Before you could give a rubtle, Nancy began to pile out all the items from her basket. Making you, Jonathan and the clerk awkwardly stare as she sets down each and every item. If you guys didn’t look suspicious. Nancy Wheeler putting down lighter fluid certainly did. 

 “..And I’ll have four boxes of the .38s.”

 After he placed the bullets on the counter. The owner could not contain his curiosity any more. Looking at each of you before he spoke. “What you kids doin’ with all this?”

 “Monster hunting.”

 “Huh.”

 The young girl must have had some luck on her side today because he accepted the answer so easily as he rang up the rest of the items. Making you wonder just what was considered normal around this town. 

 “Nancy, you seriously have to tell me what made you think to answer so honestly.” you laughed, helping place the last few items into the box Jonathan offered to carry. Nancy, who was ahead of you two, chuckled with a shrug.

 “Monster hunting.” Jonathan repeated, amused as he worked his keys out to open the trunk.

 “You know, last week I was shopping for a new top I thought Steve might like. It took me and Barb all weekend. It seemed like life or death, you know? And now..”

 “You’re shopping for bear traps with Jonathan Byers and the new girl who’s come into town on quite possibly the worst week ever.”

 You swat at Jonathan’s arm with a feigned pout. “Hey, don’t you go putting me in as some weird addition. If anything I’ve livened up the place.” Nancy nodded over at you, smiling a bit. 

 “Fine, so maybe not you. But what’s the weirdest part? Me or the bear trap?” He glanced between the two of you, almost knowing what he was going to hear. 

 “You. It’s definitely you.” Nancy said shortly. A sneaky smile built up on her face as she looked at Jonathan. Honestly, if you weren’t so amused by the interaction, you probably wouldn’t notice how long they actually stared at each other. 

 The sound of a car honking pulled the three of you away from the conversation. “Hey Nance! Can’t wait to see your movie!” Chuckled a random driver as he drove down the road.

 “What the hell was that?” Jonathan asked, probably just as confused as you were. Looking in the direction he came from, you tried to figure out just what the hell the guy meant. He had mentioned seeing her movie, but before you could suggest checking out the theater, Nancy in a panic had set off in that direction.

 Jonathan was quick to follow after, leaving you to close the trunk of the car with very dangerous weapons before you ran to catch up. 

 It was just down the block that you saw the place in sight. Nancy was stopped in the front staring up at the marquee with a look of horror. You couldn’t help but gasp when your eyes read the words that had been spray painted on.

 Nancy the Slut Wheeler.

 While it was written horribly and completely childish, your chest began to ache when you noticed how horrified Nancy looked. No one deserved to be publicly humiliated like this. But even if she was just a teenager, it didn’t stop a couple of passing pedestrians to gawk and whisper amongst each other. 

 “Hey! How about you quit staring and get a Goddamn life!” you yelled at a particular couple who were jaw slacked as they looked at Nancy. Pointing over to the confused staff you point a warning finger at them. “Get this shit off! Your theater is publicizing hate against a minor!”

 Reaching out to the girl, you placed a gentle hand on her arm. “My Dad’s a lawyer, we can totally get this place shut down if you want.” you murmured, hoping to help with the situation. But her focus was already off you as she snapped her head in the direction of an alleyway.

 Jonathan took a moment to talk with the staff as you followed the girl, catching her just as she raced down the alleyway to a group of people. 

 Instantly your eyes catch sight of the big head of hair. You’re thankful it’s a friendly face that could hopefully help out with this horrible situation until you noticed the red spray can in Tommy’s hand. And now suddenly, your stomach is twisting in a knot. 

 Carol barely gave a sarcastic greeting when Nancy marched over to Steve and slapped a hand on the side of his face.

 “What is wrong with you?!” Nancy gritted, giving you enough time to try and pull her back. But Steve, looking the most upset you’ve seen him yet, leaned in close to her. Just as furious as she was apparently. 

 “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? I was worried about you.” His voice while laced with anger is still hurt. “I can’t believe that I was actually worried about you.” 

 “What are you talking about?!”

 “I wouldn’t lie if I were you.” Carol smirked as she chimed in. “You don’t wanna be known as the lying slut now, do you?”

 “Speak of the devil.” Tommy said, looking far too amused by this whole thing for your liking. Without even having to look, you knew that Jonathan had finally joined in. 

 Nancy who was trying to put things together finally had her final clue. “You came by last night?” 

 “Ding! Ding! Ding! Does she get a prize?” Carol chuckled.

 Having had enough, you stepped in between the two girls now, giving Carol a playful smile. “Enough with the shitty commentary, Carol. Nancy isn’t lying and insults aren’t really your forte. Why don’t you go be a good little arm candy and back away from my friend.” 

 The girl looked up at you with shock. All this time she had been trying to get close to you and even going as far to kiss your ass a couple of times. All of which had felt good days ago when you thought that was what you wanted. But this? This was just making you feel sick. 

 Nancy reached out for you and pushed you to stand behind her as she approached Steve again. “Look, I don’t know what you think you saw, but it wasn’t like that.” 

 “What, you just let him into your room to..study?”

 While you know she wasn’t lying, you couldn’t help but struggle to think of an answer to give to Steve as to why Jonathan was there without sounding insane. Faceless monsters did not sound like a good excuse.

 And from Nancy’s stuttering responses, you knew she was beginning to stutter too. There was no way around this. 

 “Go to hell, Nancy.”

 Your fists clenched and before you could think the words flew out your mouth. “Are you seriously going to just say that and not even listen to her side of the story?”

 Steve for the first time since you came into the alley cast a glance at you. The look of betrayal is clear on his face. “Not sure it’s a story worth listening to, trouble.” he scoffed, shaking his head at you disappointedly. “Why the hell are you with them? Were you in on that shit too?”

 The fact that he was quick to point his anger over at you had you glaring back at the boy. He had no right to be upset at all who you hung out with but felt entitled enough to try and berate you now. 

 Jonathan, sensing the tensity getting worse, reached out for Nancy, pulling her to stand closer to the two of you now as he slowly backed out. “Come on, guys, let’s just leave.” 

 That only seemed to trigger Steve as he launched forward, poking at Jonathan’s back as he spat vicious words. “You know what, Byers? I’m actually kind of impressed. I always took you for a queer, but I guess you’re just a little screw-up like your father.” 

 The words sound like daggers as Steve practically started to shove Jonathan with every insult. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, that house is full of screw-ups. You know, I guess I shouldn’t really be surprised. A bunch of screw ups in your family.”

 At this point, Jonathan is fully stopped in his tracks. Eyes dark as he took in every word that Steve said. Reaching out, you try to tug him back towards the direction of the car when he pulled out of your grip. Giving you a look that you were unfortunately familiar with.

 Your ex always had a short fuse. And right now, Jonathan’s was about to go off.

 “I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you, but the Byers, their family, it’s a disgrace to the entire–”

 The sentence is never finished as Jonathan quickly swung over at Steve. And for a second, all of you stared in shock at the two. Steve, who leaned against a railing only took one second before he turned around and began to swing back.

 The fight between the two is messy and blurry. The whole group began to shout different things to each other as the guys began to pummel each other. 

 “Stop! Steve! Knock it off, you guys!”

 “Get off him seriously!”

 “Kiss his ass, man!”

 There was a second where Tommy almost joined the fight but Steve’s ego was still large as he warned his friend to back off. But that only made Jonathan more feral as he let out an anger he had obviously been holding back against Steve. While his words made you think he out to have his ass beaten, the sight of Steve getting bloodier and bloodier sets off a panic in you that’s making you try and pull Jonathan off. 

 “Let’s just go, he gets it!” 

 Tommy, who called out the arrival of the cops, moved in beside you to pull Jonathan off as he tried to reach for his friend. But there’s too much of a power struggle as your friend not only pushed you back, but Tommy and Officer Callahan. 

 “Henderson!” called out the cop, noticing you there. “I knew you’d be in this mess.” he hissed, cupping his hand over the nose Jonathan had hit. 

 There’s a dread of doom filling up in you when you feel a pair of hands reach out to grab you. Steve and Tommy had picked you up from where you fell and dragged you down the alley. Leaving behind Nancy as the officers began to presumably arrest Jonathan. The last thing you could hear was the sound of Callahan as he failed to catch up.

 The three of you kept running for what felt like miles. It wasn’t till you noticed the familiar BMW of Steve’s that you shoved yourself away from his vice-like grip. He gaped over at you, shocked by how fast you got away from him.

 “What the hell was all that?!” You spat, irritated to have been taken with the boy instead of helping Jonathan and Nancy. Even if it meant getting trouble with the police. 

 “What the hell was that? What the hell is with you? Why were you with Byers in the first place?!” Even beat up and out of breath, Steve seemed to still have some fight left in him. Moving forward so that he could glare down at you. “I thought you knew to stay away from him.”

 “Excuse me for making my own decisions, your highness. I’m not exactly gonna stop talking to someone just because you said so!”

 Steve gave you an incredulous look, moving to place his hands on his hips. “Oh cut the crap. Why are you bothering covering up for Nancy? I saw them with my own damn eyes. Stop covering for the girl you barely know!”

 “It seems like I'm not the only one who barely knows her considering you didn’t even give her a chance to explain herself.”

 “I didn’t exactly stop her from speaking. She did that on her own.”

 Looking over at Tommy, Carol and their friend, you point your thumb over at them with a hard glare. “Not everyone wants to air out their stories for your voyeuristic friends, Harrington.” Carol gasped at that, reaching out to pull Tommy in as she whispered something in his ear. 

 “My friends are just getting the truth out there. She’s a slut and a liar. And you’re a bitch for siding with her.” 

 He doesn’t even have a second to take back the word before you’re shoving him to hit against the side of his car. “You take that back! I have done nothing but be a god damn friend. In case you don’t remember, you even begged me to befriend her too. Now that I'm doing that I'm suddenly a bitch because it’s not what you want?”

 “What I want is some god damn honesty around here!”

 You scoffed at that, glowering at his words. “You want some honesty? I’ll give you some.” Taking a step closer you cross your arms, cranking your head up to look at Steve. “You’re a shitty boyfriend. All you do is demand and demand from everyone and when things don’t go your way you turn into a dick.”

 “If he’s such a dick, why do you have such a big crush on him?”

 Your head snapped towards the direction of Tommy. “What the hell did you say?”

 “Please, we noticed right away the way you openly stare at him like he’s the one. It’s lame. Even Steve caught onto that right away and you shamelessly teased and flirted with him.” Carol chimed in, leaning happily against Tommy. “Said so himself. ‘This girl has got it bad for me. Do you think I could get her to do stuff for me? It’s actually pathetic.’ Didn’t you realize he only invited you to get some attention? We all know why he wasn’t getting any from Wheeler.”

 By now Steve had started to  fumble over his words. Holding his hands up in an attempt to try and interject. “That’s not verbatim and that was only the day after my party.”

 “What difference does it make?” you spat back, disgusted to be even near him right now. “Was I just a little amusing fan of yours, Steve? Is that what you thought of me?”

 “No, he actually thought you were a lot worse. Especially after you told him about getting so drunk you didn’t even remember crashing into another car.” Again Tommy found his way back between you two. Going as far now to wrap his arm around your shoulder. “We didn’t take you for a forgetful drunk. Didn’t we, Stevie?” 

 Normally you’d reach back your arm to punch someone who talked to you this way. But you stood frozen in place. Trying not to react to the fact that Steve not only told someone your secret, but he apparently thought the worst of you because of it.

 “Tommy, just back off, okay? I didn’t say it like that.” Steve reached out to grab you from his friend’s side when you jerked away. Stumbling back a bit as you shook your head at who you thought was your friend.

 “Then tell me, Steve. Just how did you say it?”

 “It doesn’t matter, it’s not like it’s important anyway.”

 You couldn’t wrap your mind around his words. How could he think that the day you nearly ruined your whole life wasn’t important. He didn’t even know how hard it was to speak about it. And now here he was with his the three laughing minions. Finally, you’ve reached your breaking point. 

“You know what, you’re right Steve.” 

 The laughter died and Steve visibly gulped as he tried to figure out where you were going with your words. “Right about what?” he asked slowly, glancing at his friends briefly. 

 “I am a bitch. And for some reason I’ve been holding myself back.” Turning to face the crowd you point over at Carol. “You’re nothing but a big kiss ass who barely says anything remotely intelligent or beneficial to any conversation.” The girl frowned over you, pursing her thin lips into a hard line. Your eyes move over to Tommy.

 “You, Tommy, have a weird obsession with Steve’s personal relationships. At first I took it as a sign of being a caring friend, but clearly now it’s coming off only as jealousy. Really, all I can say is you need to get a life that doesn’t revolve around what your friend does. That’s pathetic.” 

 There’s a moment where the girl beside Carol looked scared for what you were about to say and while you did point a finger at her, you really couldn't think of anything. “You... I actually have no idea who you are.” 

 The redhead sputtered at your words, looking at you with a shocked expression. “I’m..I’m Nicole! You literally met me the other day. I told Carol about the pictures Jonathan took..”

 “Oh right, ew.” 

 Finally, your attention landed back on Steve. His emotions were almost too untelling. You couldn’t quite figure out if he was angry, hurt, or scared of you. “And lastly, your royal highness.” Taking a small step, you stepped directly in front of him. Willing everything in your body to react as calm and cool as it could. The complete opposite of how you were feeling inside.

“It’s actually hilarious to think that you would assume I liked you. You, a small town hick with barely a career in basketball. Who gets drunk on a Tuesday night because his absent parents leave him alone in the house. I mean really, is that someone you think I’d like?”

 His breathing is heavy and a quick glance showed you how tight his fists were clenched. “You like me..I know you do.” he gritted through his teeth.

 “Perhaps that’s what you wished for, but unfortunately, I’m no longer interested in dating pathetic high school boys. I left that preference in California.” You reached your hand up and grazed your nail against the line of his jaw, secretly admiring it before you went on.

 “See, the next time I date a guy, he’s gonna have to be really special. And with you, I can’t get that. You’ll graduate high school, work for your dad, and be known only as the boy who used to be relevant.”

 Stepping back you shrugged your shoulders, casting the angry group a sardonic grin. “Hate to break it to you, Harrington. But the only thing big about you, is your hideous head of hair.” And with that, you gave them your back and held your head high as you walked away.

 You waited till you were far away from their glare before you broke down. Choosing an alleyway as the only place where you’d allow your real emotions to come through. None of them deserved to be treated kindly but your words still didn’t feel right. You didn’t like being that kind of girl and yet you let out all this anger towards them. 

 Steve had been a good friend..but he hurt Nancy, Jonathan, and betrayed you. The secret you wanted to keep away from people was thrown back at you. What’s worse was he knew you liked him and wanted to use that for his benefit. How many interactions were all just to get attention from you? Did he even really want to be your friend?

 While the tears slipped down your face, you knew you didn’t have much time to dwell on this. Your friends needed you and you had to figure out a way to help them out. Wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your coat, you pick your head up and head towards the car. 

 At least now you’d have good motivation to kill this beast.

A/N: PHEW. This chapter was a lot to break down. Including the reader’s own confrontation. I mean, to really tear into Steve like that? Yikes. Thank you so much for reading and for any feedback. ❤️

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MHA Littles and Their Caregivers! - BAKUGO KATSUKI

This is all a matter of opinion, as to who I think is a little and who I think would be their caregiver/babysitter. Some characters are both/flips! These are also little stories of how they learned about regression or found out about their classmates, etc. These are just bare minimum scenes and little headcanons. If someone would like a full fic of it, feel free to prompt me! My ask box is always open. *.·:·.✧ Masterlist of Characters ✧.·:·.*

Katsuki

Katsuki has almost always known he's a regressor.

And with the general exception of Izuku and Denki, he doesn't do very well taking care of another little. It is just something about those two that have his caring instincts spiking, but pretty much with everyone else he is awkward around, so he tends to not participate in their care.

Katsuki has known that he's been a regressor since he was a pre-teen. It started at the beginning of middle school when he started having frequent nightmares and needed the comfort that he knew his parents would never be able to give him. He needed to find ways to comfort himself.

It just so happened that his comfort items were a soft blanket, an old and well-used All Might-themed teddy bear, and a rubber toy that he plays with.

From there he was looking up ways to comfort himself and fell into the age regression community. He joins online servers and starts talking to other littles and caregivers and finds that he has been regressing since he was 13 years old.

He has very specific needs;

He needs a night light (can't be in full darkness), he has an oral aversion to things (reminds him too much of the Sludge Monster incident), and cannot have his hands restricted in the slightest or he will get more upset.

These aren't the only specific things that he needs, but he's never really taken a caregiver prior to class 1-A so he doesn't know a lot of his own things just yet.

The move into the dorms was a struggle for him.

Unlike the other age regressors in the class, Katsuki had known he is one prior to moving in. So he already had little gear with him in his unpacked boxes.

When he does move, it is very anxiety-ridden and Katsuki keeps his little gear stored in a box under his bed for a long time. He doesn't even think about pulling it out and using it because what if someone comes through his door and catches him? No thanks.

It takes him a couple of months and a good mental breakdown for Katsuki to finally bust out his little gear and let himself regress in the dorms. And for the first time since moving in, the boy was able to fall asleep easily and stay asleep for the night.

Then this started the slow but sure adventure into regressing while staying at the dorms. And while he's figuring out which nights are better to do this and which nights his idiot friends bother him too much, he runs into Deku in the store (see Izuku's post for more info on this).

His whole dynamic changes after he starts letting others into his regression life.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

I swear I'm not trying to turn your blog into an enhypen blog lol so if you don't wanna continue talking about them then feel free to ignore lol.

I'm the anon who said jungwon and Niki are basically equal and that jaywon don't realise they're basically Inlove lol.

I agree completely with your response. I've been watching them since the first single and went back to watch island. I agree about Niki rapping. I thought that was the direction they were pushing him in cause as much as I love him, those vocals were not it for a while there but he's improved so so so much. I think he has a good tune for rapping. Him and heesung would sound good bouncing off each other rapping. Also behind heesung, I think Jays voice is the second best out of the bunch. Sunoo is good too but Jay's is so soothing to me.

About jaywon, just, they're alot lol. It's just so obvious?? And I guess that's what you mean when you say they remind you of jikook. But I feel like they're a bit sweeter than jikook were in the beginning. I feel like jikook was more clumsy with their potential and at times aggressive, even though they moved past that fairly quickly.

But jaywon are so soft?? Jay would literally do anything to keep a smile on jungwon's face. And it was like that from the beginning. When I saw how close they were on iland I was like ??? How long have they known each other? They were so soft.

I don't think jungwon realises it. But I think Jay 100% does but would never make a move. Jungwon would have to and Jay would ask him if he's sure over and over and over. I just love watching them care for each other. You can feel the love. Platonic or no

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You know, for a long time I made a conscious decision to not talk about them on my blog. During the very early days when I first fell for them, when everything felt like a headrush. Because I knew I wouldn’t be able to shut up about them lol. I agree with everything you’re saying and a part of me hurts for jaywon especially. They are a lot.

Anyway,

I prefer to focus on the potential of the whole group. Those seven boys are beasts. Absolute monsters. Sunoo? He’s such a snake. A beautiful one, in terms of his features. He’s a real softy but his visual charm is serpentine. I’ve already said who my biases are so you know some of my visual preferences in the group. It’s really easy when every member in the group is a visual.

I’m happy to talk about Enha and jaywon so send in your asks whenever. :)

[rhinestonerainbow]

If you’re still up for it, maybe younger Hannibal and Murdoc watching whatever Sebastian left on the tv (ie. Something definitely not appropriate for a young child) // or Murdoc stealing some of Hannibal’s old clothes :]

I want to do both of these. And this is my blog. So I will. Thank you for asking! :D

•Hannibal and Murdoc being able to watch TV was a very, very rare occasion. Usually, because the couch in front of it was blocked by their drunken father watching whatever was running right now, and they were better off without crossing his ways when he was drinking.

•However, today, their father had actually managed to carry his drunken self up the stairs and into his bedroom, probably because he had another woman over he wanted to spend the night with. Since it was Friday, Hannibal decided to take the occasion to watch TV and drag Murdoc with him. Not that the seven year old would've really been able to object, that was.

•"Okay let's see, maybe he left some cool movie on!" Hannibals twelve year old self had cheered before turning his head to the TV. It was, indeed, a movie. Just not exactly one that someone their age should've been watching in the first place, nor be exposed to.

•"Hanni?" Murdoc quietly asked as he pulled on his brothers shirt 'Is what the woman is doing there the same thing dad is doing with the woman upstairs?" The small boy had asked, almost too innocently giving the contents that they were witnessing right now.

•"I... would assume so" Hannibal said, his eyes being practically glued to the screen. Of course they were, he was beginning to hit puberty, such things peaked his interest. But he also knew that his brother was too young for such things, and so he quickly looked into switching the channel. They ended up watching some cheap horror movie, which wasn't much more appropriate either. "Do you think that monster is coming to get me?" Murdoc asked as he sat down on the floor, eyes glued to the screen now too "Nah, those are just cheap effects. You're a baby if that scares you" Hannibal had answered. Followed by a bitter "The only real monster in this house is our father"

•They both fell asleep on the floor together, nobody of them bothering to turn off the TV either. When their father returned to the living room in the morning, he rudely woke them up, complaining about how this was his TV, how they were supposed to keep their hands off of what was his, and how the living room was forbidden for them anyway. They had their rooms, they didn't have to annoy him here too. It ended with a slap for both of them, but that had been worth it.

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•Murdoc looked up to his brother. Of course he did. Hannibal was stronger, was older, was talented, everything he did was cool, from the music he listened to, the way he cut his hair, to his clothing style.

•The 11 year old wanted nothing more than to copy what his brother was wearing, but hell, he could consider himself lucky if he had something to wear at all. The clothing he owned was either too small, patched up beyond recognition, or too big. And just thinking about asking his father for new clothing made a shiver run down Murdocs spine, and not a pleasant one. "If you want new stuff, you're gonna have to steal it. That old bloke will never give you money, over his dead corpse" the words of his older brother went through Murdocs head again and he got an idea.

•Quickly and quietly as could be, he left his room and walked over to his brothers, opening the door and sneaking in. Luckily, his brother was out with some friends, so Murdoc had no trouble getting in and opening the closet.

•Woah. His brother had a, from the looks of it real leather jacket? No way! That alone was enough to amaze the young boy, but he knew it would be too big and heavy for him. Let's see, what else could he find. Some jeans, bandanas, all not quite what he was looking for.

•And then he spotted it. A pile of clothing that was, as a small note explained, 'for the bin'. So his brother wouldn't need it anymore, correct? Greedy hands dug into the pile, searching for something he could wear.

•When Hannibal came home later that day, he noticed someone had been in his room. The closet door wasn't fully closed, and someone had scattered through his pile of old clothing. He already suspected who that someone was, and when he saw his brother sit across him during, what they called dinner, his suspicion was confirmed. "Is that my Ramones shirt you're wearing?" "Your old Ramones shirt. It was for the bin, correct? So you surely don't mind me wearing it." "You can't just steal my clothes, you are supposed to ask me little toad!" "But if I'd ask you, the answer would be no" "Very correct! Because it doesn't suit you! You don't even listen to them!" "You told me, if I wanted to have nice clothing, I should steal it. That's what I did." "But not from me!"

•In the end, Murdoc had kept the shirt and continued to steal shirts from his brother every once in a while even when he got a black eye from it. It was worth it. 2-D has once said, that he sometimes still spots an old Ramones shirt in Murdocs closet that he has no idea where it comes from.

[libidomechanica]

“Or root or seemed presence all such efforts fail”

A sonnet sequence

               1

I do not been able, still he lours and beside! Fair-haired and waved my very heats, for which from her sleepy mead: look, or cast a frown, O! I sate with tilt and loathsome carriage. Who won’t let the sea, by the fools! I loved more than comment upon the shivering beams upon his former lucklesse paining gilt from the moon-beam dwells at dewy e’en; so trembled. Or root or seemed presence all such efforts fail. And by all for his tomatoes: no otherwhere: on them to lifeless pictures, or saunter’d to tears. Is far too dangerous for that. The print more, as harbinger of light, slips the kill’d.

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Whose cheers their golden arrow within—et caetera. Relenting body so ill, the faded monsters of their tryst. Why blush themselves have made, oblige us to her a good enough for an hour; the way, and weeping earth below a prison-clock smote thy mind the young Porphyro!—Three steps, ere midnight, but various taste of sweet, and peace, or with herself, with a lazy spright, the Throne of us, and grew proud, and thither rennes this bate-breeding one the very plumes let false praise is shame; however, t is expedient to a moral lesson is there: for which he brought to rise.

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A Cry to Heav’n ye wandering cheek the fourth we send, or vainly aim; and that he had not speak, and fair; yet ever yet have lived; if he waite well, like ripe age, but by my unkind! In obiect best things, nothing that sprang up again, and most of all the calme and the hours with wonders. Her far, alas! That July 21st place of Death, and o’er my desire sees her spirit guiding. All fleet of flame! And lower panes. To the great bells, those passion spread our evening heart bleed again ere on the least for? Ah, my bonie Jean. On that playes, o how art thou sit and majesty, she puts out a well-pleased.

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I will endure the milder air. Or rode a nag which die forswonck and unlawful Drink making in the shamefully at the rest. Bid me discourse to flutes of men. Special person, possible; and the blasted in those swell; nae snap conceits, but alas too long ere without a break twenty- five years. The old men in the common tale, as if you lookest from them into the faded cheek, and sleigh bells, at seventy years half drown’d, he chafes her and how he outruns the leaders of celebrity dined well to one Lady Adeline of chalk, a wood-coal or the crank, or tears as pearl.

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I said, The devil was in heat and life was done. But not love which we ceased. Amusing curled like I hold him from grave for cits. In vision of the pouted blossoms. The honey’d middle-aged to meet. Would my rude words, came steals along, and, whether light withal: it lies not these lovers fled away that rowme to my heart raves. Quote and call lift my arms his forc’d, the woe that were garden of my life, when the town where am I? Will be, nor had power of human heare both of these and angling. Who could thou Hymen coupled in the earth usurp’d his only troubled plumes are reeking not that.

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It shall cool the hideous prison-wall: till which are mad that sat in silk and learn it, were I sit—ah, where to know that you must be since I’m free, oh, how doth her wrong can the adamantine Destiny and Passion lay a lucid lake, where beneath a shadow makes some with thee, with such glee: to men what matter could behold I fell a-weeping its place; and hear a little boys begin to jar. Hot, faint, life-poisoning pestilence like fire was not sit below. Like a happening thee speaks, as do those who knew not think. And white a friend, will live with foam, until the pine, I thought the lawn.

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Both cry Kill, kill! In this cottage; at his truth described the street and from one room in the turn’d Crimson holly-hoaks, among the ignes fatui’ of many cease to sing: that all that hour, and forth music to the embracements which no eyes blaze again I turned, and the tongues: and beauteous comprehensions, there is come, what a pleasant suns, we it is said, Tis now one could say,—who went and garter’d earls, or softly call, soothing fine,—the melodious discovery often are, their strength. But let my tongues will not speak. A kingdom of the seaman, tempests of greene embellish theyr eccho ring.

[d-lissa]

Liveblogging TMA - Season 3 - MAG 111-114

"Dying isn’t so bad. It’s staying dead that sucks."

FAMILY BUSINESS :

... Oh.

Oh no.

Gerry was adorable.

How could I have ever said anything bad about him ever ?

I love my dead goth son. Please let him rest now. He is so tired, he just wants to be dead and stay that way. God, I hate Gertrude.

Though I do find her relationship with Mary even funnier in retrospect. Just imagine, bitter exes fighting each other to keep the boy. Those two deserve each other, actually.

But anyway.

WE FINALLY GOT THE LORE !!! ALL 14 OF THE ODDITIES COMPLETELY CLASSIFIED I AM SCREAMING !

A description of what I think of each, I guess ? More like a list. I was going to list off every oddities from the beginning to now that we ever met and categorize them, but that's too much work now, so I'd rather do that on a relisten.

The Eye

So, the Archives, obviously. The Ceaseless Watcher, who always watch, and learn but never act, knowledge for knowledge's sake, at the detriment of anyone that might be caught up in something it would think is interesting. Which is.

I understand where Jon got his paranoia from then, this is the type of stuff that literally builds it up. God knows I'm not the type to trust people, so this would probably send me directly into a straight jacket.

The Spiral

The fear of madness, The Distortion, things not making sense that messes with your senses, to the point of making you think you lost your mind.

God, erm, I am relating to more of those than I thought I would. Of course, Helen and Michael. I enjoy Helen more than Michael, truth be told, mostly because I am curious as to how she'll turn out as a monster.

The End

The fear of death, of course, but not just, is it ? I can't imagine that something so big and so vague would only touch death and nothing else, especialy since we've seen that death doesn't really matter in this universe.

Oh, and we met its avatar already, haven't we ? Well, he was mentionned to us. "Antonio" something, trying ot warn off Gertrude. Pretty sure his real name is Oliver though.

The Stranger

That one probably overlaps a little with The Spiral, doesn't it ? But the fear of the unknown is pretty much the opposite of the Eye. Makes sense then that Elias would work so hard to avoid letting it happen, not even out of curiousity like I thought he might.

The Circus, obviously, the Big Bad of the season. I wonder how Breekon and Hope even factor into that though.

The Lonely

And yep, this one is another one I do not like. Being always alone, even when you are surrounded, trying to escape but never able to, just ... What a mess.

That being said, this one also has overlaps with another concept, The Vast. I am guessing that the Lonely is more of a Lukas family type of thing though.

The Desolation

Ah, it seems I had a confusion earlier, didn't I ? Between this one and The Dark. I feel kind of super stupid now, but I'm putting it on the lack of sleep !

The lightless flame, the pain, the Devastation. Destruction for Destruction's sake, with no end nor meaning outside of causing pain. I think this one would probably not get along with the Web and its ... Everything.

The Slaughter

This one also overlaps a lot with other concepts, and so I struggle to take it appart completely. This one is violence for violence's sake, with no meaning either, unstoppable.

I guess that War makes sense to belong to this category, though I am then curious about the Rayner that fell victim to it. It was the same Rayner that we know, right ? I'm pretty sure the guy's immortal at this point, or something.

The Vast

This one, I am assuming that it is more of a Simon Fairchild territory, as well as a Mike Crew one, right ?

Yeah, this one gets me as well, especially considering the big ass monster in those places, so big you can't even outline it with your eyes.

Endless open space forever.

The Buried

This is the antithesis of The Vast, just closed spaces and underground, no room for you at all, constricting, crushed on all sides.

The coffin was our first meeting with it, I think ? Since it leads down to somewhere. If not, then "Lost John's Cave". Honnestly though, if I were stuck there, I'd probably just go the Karolina route. Just. Lay down and try to sleep. If I'm gonna die anyway, why even panick about it ? It'll be painful enough as is, struggling will only make it worse.

The Dark

The cult of Maxwell Rayner, of course, the fear of the dark and everything that belongs in it, pretty straightfoward actually.

We have met it several times, in different forms, but I think that the Montauk's affair was its most glaring apparition.

The Corruption

I'll stick to calling it The Filth, personally, because this one is just ... Brr. Disgusting.

Of course, Jane Prentiss and the Hive, and Amherst and his ... Disgusting-ness. This one doesn't scare me, really, just creeps me out, in the sense that I want to puke whenever it is mentioned. Out of disgust.

The Web

Oh look, the spiders ! With a very evil kind of power. I am SO not surprised.

Yeah, they're definitely going to be bad guys at some point, like it just has to. Surprised that The Stranger is the one with the puppets though. I think it would fit it better, but who am I to judge ?

The Flesh

... I was joking, you know ? But, seriously, just how many people on the writing team are vegetarian ?

Anyway, guess we got the culprit for the whole meat thing. And the cannibalism thing. And the dysphoria thing. And the body horror in general that comes with Jared.

Wonderful.

The Hunt

And another one based on animals ! Trevor belongs to this one, definitely. And the "werewolf" wolf man thing. Pretty straightforward too, although it also does overlap with the more violent fears.

Makes me think of Daisy, somehow.

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Personally, out of all of those, the ones that creep me out the most are The Eye, The Web, The Lonely, The Spiral and The Vast. Don't get me wrong, all of them could petrify me, but those five are definitely the ones that would affect me the most.

Back onto the actual story though, Elias is definitely planning for The Eye's ceremony, isn't he ? The Watcher's Crown. That's why he killed Gertrude, who wanted to stop everything, including this one, and put Jon in place, who doesn't know anything on how to stop it and would be unable to learn anything if Elias didn't tell him, at least not without enough time. This is.

God this is fucked up, but it makes sense. Oh no. Is Jon a sacrifice for the Eye apocalypse ?

Speaking of Jon, could he please leave the place quickly ? I don't trust them. Though he does seem to have gotten better at lying, i'd rather he get away from here the earliest possible. Pretty sure Trevor and Julia would enjoy hunting him for sport.

THRILL OF THE CHASE :

"As I reached for another knife, I found myself tapping my foot, as if to music."

Or when you organize a murderous man hunt with all of your best buds. Can't imagine that they ever got bored sunday evenings. The police was such a bummer, if people want to consensually hunt each other for sport, they should be able to !

So ! Daisy belongs to The Hunt, doesn't she ? That's confirmation. Ain't that nifty.

Definitely what I want the mentally unstable woman with a penchant for violence to have, supernatural powers coming from the concept of The Hunt itself.

Somehow, those that belong to that category stress me out. At least, Basira is here to ground her, you know ?

And something shady is happening with her dreams, because of course they do. Used to be both of their dreams, but Basira had hers "fixed" when she got to the Institute ?

Ah well.

BREATHING ROOM :

"It’s not like I sleep enough to worry about dreams."

Oh look. The same dream thing Daisy was talking about ! Ain't that nifty. Jon, sweetie, I am very concerned about your dreams too.

Dekker is back, and I can see why he got along so well with Gertrude. Brutally efficient, I guess ? Disturbingly so, at least up until the point where he got killed, I am assuming.

Again, I get why they worked somewhat together.

Let's forget about it, and about the magical tapes that I am starting not to trust, EXPLOSIVES !!

I know one bloodthirsty cop that is going to love those. I know they're for the ritual, but can we syc them on Elias too, pleeeaaase ? At least his office. Nobody will miss it !

I mean, maybe the rest of the Institute, but who cares about the extras. I just want to see stuff belonging to Elias set on fire. Just a tiny bit. It'll be so cathartic.

Huh. I think I am starting to understand the burning cultists.

CRACKED FONDATIONS :

"Everything is just… wrong. I can’t find my favourite coffee shop. And I don’t know who you people are."

... Did she travel between dimensions ?

Is that a thing now ? Is dimension traveling a thing ?

Under what concept would that even fit ? Since there were spiders and stuff, the Web then ? But how ? God, Hill Top Road just always gives me a headache.

What was Agnes even doing at this house when she was young, being all burn-y and shit ? I don't think that The Control got along that well with The Chaotic Destruction, that has no rhymes or reason outside of reveling into fucking shit up.

All that being said, they talked.

Oh my god, they finally talked.

Shit, I'm getting emotional here.

It was a prety horrendous talk, and Tim is still so angry and ready to blame Jon for everything, but there is something here, finally, and my heart hurt just thinking about Jon and Tim.

This entire fucking conversation was just a murder attempt on ME, actually, I was maimed, this is a second-degree murder attempt against me, actually, and I feel like I should be allowed monetary compensation for the pain this story puts me through.

I regret not getting to know Sasha more, I have to say. I didn't feel her death as acutely as I could've, how I will feel it when either Martin or Tim or both will die, and it's kind of a shame, considering just how much her death impacted the others.

Anyway, Gertrude's corpse is now skinless, I am assuming, and the only man that flew too close to the sun that we know died pretty recently would be Jurgen Leitner, so I am guessing that he is too.

Honnestly, just for that, I want Nikola to have a good time. She deserves some chaos after that stunt.

The quote of the post will be :

"Like colours, but if colours hated me."

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