#he also threw a corpse out a window

[bluebeetle]

got pulled away from my dnd game to play actual dnd smh

[sweetiecutie]

🖤Fuck or die🖤

Paring: slasher! König x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, mdni, dead dove do not eat, non-con so rape, cuckolding, unwilling cheating, oral, facefuck, dick piercing bc I know y’all like it, unprotected sex, blood, murder, gore in the end. This is only fiction, don’t take any of this too seriously! If you feel triggered by any of these tags - just scroll past!

Word count: 4k, holy fucking shit

A/n: not me writing this in one day, jesus fucking christ😮‍💨 It’s first time I wrote something so violent, but I think I did pretty good! Originally planned to post it on halloween night but I’m too eager to share!! Also, I tried my best to fix all mistakes by proofreading it 4 times, I really did, but I’m pretty sure that I left out some still

It’s been very uneasy in a small town where you lived - series of blatant murders shook up all inhabitants with their brutality. Cruelly butchered corpses gave a hint of culprit’s strength, so cops guessed it was a man. And the most terrifying thing about this whole situation was that this maniac was still on loose - he never left any evidences, not a damn thing - nothing that could give a clue of who he was. The only trace he’s ever left wasn’t an accident or his mistake, but a well-planned thing - after appearing nameless in numerous news reports and articles he finally decided to introduce himself, writing KÖNIG with his victim’s blood on white flooring, said victim’s two bloody teeth serving as umlaut.

And his motives behind picking out victims were just as unclear - there was nothing in common between all these people: he didn’t have any preferences in victim’s sex or age, their profession nor appearance - as long as they lived in one family house, to avoid anyone hearing their screams, you figured. It seemed that he simply loved killing, who that was - didn’t matter.

You can’t say how exactly it all happened. It was another evening that you were spending at your boyfriend’s place - Paul’s parents were out of town for a few days for anniversary of their wedding, leaving a huge house for their only son. You felt uneasy - there weren’t any new murders in over a month, people were scared that maniac will go “haunting” very soon, which meant that no one was safe.

Paul only cooed at you soothingly when you shared your worries with him, promising to “protect you from all weirdos out there”, placing a comforting kiss on your forehead. So to distract yourselves you decided to throw a movie night - stacking up with snacks and beer, Netflix window opened on a large tv-screen, ready to serve its purpose as you made last preparations.

Cuddled up on the comfy couch, your boyfriend’s comforting warmth slowly seeped into your tense muscles, you watched some corny comedy, groaning in tandem at poorly-made jokes. When suddenly a sound of shattered glass jolted you both up, staring tensely at each other.

- I’ll go check it, - Paul said, getting up and heading to the living room from where the noise came. Everything was quiet for a few long minutes, your fingers fiddled with loose string on the corner of fluffy blanket as you heard some crashing and your boyfriend’s angry shouting:

- Y/n, get out of here!

Then everything was as if in a blur; tall figure clad in all black stepped into the living room, white scream mask contrasting starkly, huge knife covered in thin layer of blood was shining in blue tv-light. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you stared at the man in front of you - sticky feeling of fear seemed to fill every muscle in your body with heavy lead, making it impossibly hard to move even an inch. And then something in your head snapped, you threw yourself off the couch and towards the door opposite from killer, but he was way quicker - huge hands gripped you by your shoulders, rising you off your feet easily and dragging you back towards living room, your struggling and screaming did nothing to help.

You were now kneeling in front of this psycho, hands tied up tightly with coarse rope that dug painfully into your soft skin, surely leaving deep indents and dark bruises. Your boyfriend was laying on his side a few meters afar - bound by his wrists and ankles with same rope, crimson blood oozed out of deep stabbing wound in his stomach, nose obviously broken and bleeding - all these a result of his grapple with intruder, which obviously didn’t end in Paul’s favour.

- Please, - you weeped, tears and snot covered all of your face, whole body trembled with fear and adrenaline. - Please, I’ll do anything you want, just don’t kill me, - you managed to choke out, silent cries tore through your chest, their intensity made it hard for you to breathe - you were hysterical.

- Oh, I know you will, sweetheart, - mechanical voice said in mock sympathy. One huge glowed hand came up to cup your chin, causing you to jolt violently upon feeling the contact; murderer tilted your head upwards, your insides churning upon laying your eyes on white plastic of his mask.

His thumb rubbed soft circles on your wet cheek - it was almost ridiculous how gently he touched you. This made you sob even more, but you didn’t dare to turn away, too scared to anger him.

- That would be a shame to kill such a pretty little thing, after all, - maniac said, glove-clad pad of his thumb swiped over your trembling bottom lip, soft cotton absorbing the mixture of your tears and saliva glazing it. - I may have an idea. Wanna hear it?

Silence set in for a few long gut-wrenching seconds which was interrupted only by your quiet sobbing and sounds of your boyfriend struggling against tight ropes. Quiet squeal tore through your chest as huge hand squeezed your cheeks harshly, yanking your face upward, forcing you to look up at König. Your bleary from tears eyes fixed upon two black holes in his mask, where man’s eyes supposedly were.

- I said “wanna hear it”? - slasher gritted out, his tone harsh as he put heavy emphasis on every syllable he uttered, making you shrink even further into yourself. You nodded your head hastily, not wanting to try out your luck any more.

- Y-yes, - you stammered, your voice giving out making your response sound more like a kitten’s squealing rather than human speech. König stared at you for a few long silent seconds, your knees beginning to tremble from both fear and painful exposure to hard flooring, which soon irradiated onto the whole of your body.

- I’ve been watching you guys, you know? For a few weeks now, - he said nonchalantly, his grip on your face loosened, long fingers tracing intricate shapes on your cheeks and temples, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ears, getting it out of your eyes. A wave of hysterical cries threatened to tear through your throat upon hearing his words, but you tried to suppress them as much as you physically could, staying still before him.

- Yes, - his voice sounded delicate - as if one of those passionate lovers who proclaimed their tender feelings. - Seen you guys do stuff… kiss, cuddle, fuck. A pathetic view, to be honest, - as he said so, his fingers came to tangle in your messy hair, massaging your scalp with soft movements. You felt sick. This man with a dagger bigger than your forearm clasped tightly in one hand, was caressing you so tenderly with another one - his unpredictable behaviour was making your guts churn.

He turned toward your boyfriend who was still thrashing harshly, struggling with all his might against secure confines of tight rope. Your gaze shifted towards your lover as well - the sight made your heart ache - his blood - some already caked and some fresh and shiny - covered the whole bottom of Paul’s face, a makeshift gag out of piece of some fabric was tied skilfully around his head - by the looks of it not to be untied by itself. His eyes met murderer’s, you could make out his muffled promises of killing the bastard, threats to not touch you and to get the fuck out of here. Murderer didn’t look impressed at all, staring silently at your man lying at his feet.

- Look at this pathetic scumbag - I tied your hands loosely, hoped for a bit of a fight, - harsh noise came from the speaker behind the mask, which you figured to be a sigh. König then turned back towards you, his head tilting to the side slightly, you could practically feel his intense gaze prickling on your skin. - Why are you even wasting your time on this piece of shit? He can’t even fuck you right, and you expected this piece of shit to actually protect you from danger? Provide for you?

Hot tears rushed down your cheeks at his words, as you stayed silent, not knowing what to say. König sighed again, rolling his shoulders to rid himself of the tension in sore muscles, his neck popping loudly, making you jolt at the sound.

- Now, my plan is - how about I show you what a real man is like? Set the bar high for you, hm? - he said, a cool glimmer of blood-stained blade caught your eye as König twirled his knife skilfully in between thick fingers barely twenty centimetres away from your face. He noticed your attention shifting from him to his little tool, softly nudging your chin up to look back at him. - Oh, don’t worry darling. If you’re being a good girl that thing won’t touch you, deal?

You nodded your head frantically, swallowing a thick lump in your throat. - Anything, - you choked out, voice hoarse and barely audible but it was enough for him to hear.

- I like the eagerness, - murderer chuckled, straightening his back from semi-crouching position to stand to his full height. His hand left your face with a small pinch on your tear-stained cheek, tossing his knife from one hand to another as if he was juggling; finally gripping the handle tight König pointed the tip of sharp blade towards your boyfriend: - I want you to watch. You dare closing your eyes and she’s dead.

Your eyes widened in panic, staring fearfully at Paul, mouthing silent “please” at him. Maniac shifted his attention back to you; he put his knife into its holster which was attached to his thigh with tight leather straps, you noted that he didn’t secure the handle, making it easier to pull the knife out in one move if needed.

You watched as if in slow motion how his hands came to the waistband of his black jeans, undoing the button and tugging zipper down, pulling front pants pieces apart. Your gaze darted up towards his mask-covered face, confusion mixed with terror written on your face - your insides dropped as you finally realised what he actually meant.

- What? Doll, I promised to show you what a real man is like, - one big hand came to rest on the crown of your head, not pushing nor pulling, just staying there securely. - Now I warn you, you dare using your teeth - I’ll pluck every single one of them before gutting you like a fucking pig, you get it?

Your breath stopped upon hearing his words, shoulders started shaking as strong bout of adrenaline rushed through your veins, making your poor heart pound crazily, threatening to break your ribs from the inside. You nodded your head vigorously, all of a sudden extremely aware of the tight rope binding your wrists together, how your fingers prickled from constricted blood flow, how much your shoulders ached from being pulled back for so long.

- Good girl. Now, go on, - König said, lightly pushing your head towards his clothed crotch. You had to crane your head up painfully because of the height difference between you two in order to even reach König’s private parts. You gazed up at him, unsure of what exactly he wanted you to do, but he just stared down at you silently, not offering any instructions nor comments.

You darted your tongue out, licking a noticeable bulge showing through his boxers, soaking black fabric in your spit. You did it again, and again, fear and adrenaline subduing feelings of humiliation and shame, you could hear your boyfriend’s muffled “get your fucking hands off her”, but König didn’t seem to pay slightest attention to the other male. You tilted your head to the side, pressing your opened mouth to the thick shaft that was trapped between man’s v-line and his tight underwear, sucking on it softly. That made slasher heave a deep sigh, hand on your head tangled deeper in your hair, holding you firmly in place, indicating for you to keep going.

- Now pull my boxers down, - psycho ordered a few seconds later; his voice, though contorted by voice changer, now sounded deeper. You looked frightfully up at him, your hands still bound tightly behind your back.

- But… how? - you asked, a spark of hope igniting in your chest as thought of him untying your hands popped up in your head. But it was extinguished just as quickly as it appeared with his next words:

- Well, think about it, - he shrugged his broad shoulders ever so slightly, your mind racing at the speed of light as you tried to figure out the problem.

You opened your mouth, moving as slowly as you could to indicate that you didn’t mean to do anything reckless - baring your teeth and gently hooking the elastic of his boxers, your canines grazing slightly against warm skin of murderer’s lower stomach. Once you secured your hold on elastic you pulled down on it, managing to slide it down slightly. König’s hard cock sprung right out, standing tall and thick against his clothed stomach - tip was concealed by brownish foreskin, and your eyes widened at the sheer size of him. Your attention was caught by two symmetrical rows of shiny silver balls running along mighty shaft, glistening coldly is white light of living room’s chandelier.

- Now, doll, that’s what a real good cock looks like, - man said, his free hand came to wrap around thick shaft, pumping it a few times to reveal pink head, a shiny bead of precum sitting in the middle of it. - Open wide, princess. And mind your teeth.

You let your mouth fall open, sticking your tongue out; his cock was standing too high for you to reach it in your kneeling position so König had to guide his length down to your lips, your mouth managing to only take his tip and a little bit more inside.

With your mouth full of other man’s cock your eyes wandered in the direction of your boyfriend; thrashing around seemed to finally exhaust him, crimson blood oozed out of the wound in his stomach. His chest was heaving in tandem with his wheezing breath, angry tears streamed down his temples as he stared with fierce anger at your abuser, the sight made your throat clench, causing you to gag on killer’s hefty length.

- Aw, poor girl is not used to a decent cock, huh? Tell me, did the even reach down to your throat? Lemme guess - he was cumming a few minutes after shoving his pathetic ten centimetres in this precious mouth, wasn’t he? - König chuckled darkly, suddenly pushing down onto your head, forcing you to take half his length down your tight throat, keeping you in place as you choked around his thickness, metal balls were rubbing painfully against the softness of your tongue, irritating sensitive buds of it.

Murderer’s free hand joined the one resting on your nape, gathering your hair in a makeshift ponytail, fixating your head in one position. Tears of pain and humiliation rushed down your reddened cheeks as man fucked his massive cock into your tight throat; his pace was erratic, without certain rhythm, making it hard for you to synchronise your breathing with his irregular thrusts. Your lungs burned with lack of air, dainty kneecaps ached from standing for so long on hard flooring, surely bruising your tender skin.

He let go of you only when you actually started to choke, your whole face reddening with exertion; thick strings of spit mixed with precum connected your swollen lips to glistening pink tip, fat tears rolled down your cheeks, dripping down your chin onto the floor below. A choked cry tore through your chest as massive hands manhandled you around, forcing your head down so that your wet cheek was pressed against cold hardwood facing your boyfriend, your back arched and ass up high in the air. König kneeled down behind you, backs of your thighs were touching coarse denim sitting snugly around his legs, cold metal rivets of his holster contrasting brutally with warmth of your skin. Broad palms kneaded on soft pudge of your ass, delivering a strong smack to the swell of your buttcheek, impact softened slightly by the fabric of your shorts and his glove.

Your boyfriend started thrashing as hard as ever, grunting and screaming as much as he could as König pulled your shorts along with your underwear down to your knees, huge hands resting on the bottom part of your ass, thumbs spreading your pussy open. Silent tears ran down from your eyes, gathering in a small puddle on the floor; you heard maniac tut behind your back, a pad of thumb swiped up and down your slit, making you jolt from sudden contact.

- What a shame, - he heaved a deep sigh, straightening his shoulders and looking up at your boyfriend. - She’s wet, dude.

A few small sobs left you upon his words. Paul tried talking back, but a horrible bubbling sound came out of his throat - gag in his mouth was completely red with absorbed blood, some of it oozed down the corners of his mouth, adding to the bloody mess on his face. You sobbed at the sight, squeezing your eyes shut to avoid looking at horrible picture.

- Turns out our little slut likes it rough, yeah? - König mocked, leaning over your frail form, one meaty forearm rested next to your head, huge chest pressed tightly against your back, overstimulating your thus on age senses. Terrifying mask was barely a few centimetres afar from your face as man whispered right next to your ear: - Did he ever fuck you rough?

His heavy gaze was fixed expectantly upon you, huge hand that still rested on your ass squeezed your flesh painfully, causing you to cringe. - No, - you mouthed, but that was more than enough for him. Slasher hummed in acknowledgment, straightening back into his kneeling position.

- Don’t worry love, I’ll give this pretty pussy what she needs, - psycho said, fisting his leaking cock a few times before aligning swollen tip against your tight entrance. With slow but persistent push of his hips König forced one third of his length inside your poor cunt, fresh dose of hot tears rushed from your eyes, pain of penetration adding to the ache all over your body.

With a sharp snap of his massive hips man forced as much of his cock as it’d go into you. Loud yelp tore through your throat, scratching it painfully; stretch of his girthy cock was too much for your pussy to take, ladder of piercings adding to unpleasant feeling. Tender walls fought against his thick length, such sudden stretch caused your muscles to reflexively constrict around him more, drawing a throaty groan to tumbling out of killer’s broad chest.

- There there, dearie. Poor pussy so used to pathetic cocks, can’t even take me whole, - König said in fake compassion, you felt his length throb within you, twitching a few times. Strong hands held you in place tightly, preventing you from moving your hips even for a millimetre.

Murderer generously allowed you a minute or so for your poor cunny to accommodate to his size before beginning to move his hips in shallow but quick thrusts. Soon enough König was full on fucking into you on rapid pace, your whole body jolting forward with intensity of his mighty thrusts, strong arms yanking you back in place every so often.

One of his deadly hands slithered around your ridiculously smaller form, index and middle fingers danced across your spread around his dick folds, causing your stomach to tense at sudden contact. Free hand yanked you up by the rope binding your wrists, urging you to raise your torso; your shoulder blades were pressed tightly against his heaving chest, warmth emitted off him like a fucking radiator.

Clothed fingertips rubbed tight relentless circles on your clit, causing thick pleasure to rush up and down your spine and your back arch uncontrollably. Your teeth clenched to suppress all the small sounds threatening to spill out of your lips; you felt König’s massive form shift behind you, cold plastic of horrendous mask pressed against the side of your face - he was whispering right into your ear, soft voice real and unchanged:

- I’m gonna slit your fucking throat if you’re not using it, - that caused a shiver to rush down your spine, arising goosebumps in its wake. You moaned out, doing as the murderer wanted, letting all the small sighs and moans flow freely from your lips, your voice lower than usual from all the crying and throatfucking.

Your breathing became shallow; your head just wasn’t working anymore - emotional shock along with physical abuse drained you out of all strength - you were a mere rug doll in psycho’s tight grip, and he could do whatever he pleased with you, you were too exhausted to fight back anyway.

Consciousness started to slip out of your grasp, vision blurred out with tears, dark spots appearing in the corners; König’s throbbing dick pounded your poor pussy mercilessly, thick cockhead nudged against all the sweet spots inside of you, his piercings stimulating you even further as if in spite of all your attempts to resist pleasure psycho was forcing onto you. A tight coil curled in the pit of your stomach, threatening to explode with every harsh snap of mighty hips against your reddened ass. Soaked with your slick fabric of König’s gloves felt overbearing against your clit, his fingers never once stopping to rub your sensitive nub.

A few moments later something deep within you snapped, like a rubber band stretched to its limit - suddenly the world around you turned white, ringing noise filled your ears as you had the most painful orgasm of your life being wrung out of you; your body quivered and thrashed in serial killer’s strong grip, unintelligible sounds and words poured out of your lips, barely louder than a whisper. And then everything became quiet. Soft velvet of darkness enveloped your bruised and exhausted body; you were drowning in warm waves of sleep, not finding it in yourself to try and fight them off. You gave in happily, trusting yourself in welcoming hands of darkness and quiet, afar from horrible reality, afar from fear and danger.

It felt as if your head was splitting in two - horrible ache settled somewhere deep inside of your brain, pain irradiated from within to the outsides of both hemispheres, causing you to groan in agony quietly in. Your whole body hurt, eyelids felt swollen and heavy even as they were closed; and then suddenly your eyes snapped open.

You were lying on cold hardwood flooring in your boyfriend’s living room, shorts and underwear still pulled down to your knees, but your hands now free from rope. You pulled your bottoms back up, hot tears pooling in your eyes as you let out a choked sob. You felt wretched, disgusting, dirty.

- Paul? - you called out to your boyfriend, the sound of your own voice startling you - hoarse and scratchy, total opposite from your usual octave.

As you turned around your breath got caught up in your chest, bitter ball of bile got stuck in your throat - you felt like you were about to throw up.

Here lay Paul - pale and lifeless, dull eyes staring blankly into nothingness, gag still fixed tightly around his head, now brown with dried out blood. Some of his insides spilled out of the gaping cut across his stomach, lying on the floor in a small heap right next to him, huge puddle of blood spread out on the floor, getting into all small cracks and gapes in wooden flooring.

And on the wall behind, in strange brownish color that looked all too similar to the caked blood on your boyfriend’s face, in sprawling handwriting were words:

SEE YOU SOON ♡

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[nectarinesalt]

TICK // 7.1 - personal jesus

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (angst, language, sexual content)

Word Count: 1400

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Reach out, touch faith

Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who cares

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New Year's Eve 1983 - junior year

…the room was dark. You couldn't tell where you were. A house? A bedroom. A soft blanket underneath you, headlights of a distant car flashing from behind the curtains on the windows.

Though the lights were off and you didn't recognize the room, you were certain of a strong sense of safety. A comfort in the unfamiliarity. Was that the sound of a guitar playing softly? Maybe… somewhere in another room. 

Suddenly, it wasn't car headlights illuminating the dim room anymore. Moonlight poured in through an open window, pale and lucid.

And a figure could be seen stepping towards you from the shadows. You still didn't feel fear. You felt bare and vulnerable, but anticipation took over your senses.

Blurry flashes of silver rings and the smell of cologne… like everything else around you, how you knew the scent was on the tip of your tongue. You knew that smell from somewhere. 

All of the things around you, the smell, the man, the sound of the music. Mysterious in your surreal subconscious. But it also felt like coming home, as natural as whispering the name of someone you loved.

"Hello?"

He stood in front of you, waiting. A hand reached up and touched your chin, silently asking for you to look up at him.

Gripping the blankets behind you, your gaze lifted towards the moonlight and was dazed by brown eyes, a shy smile.

Everything shifted, jolting you quickly. He wasn't standing in the beams of light anymore. No, he was on the bed with you. Underneath you. 

The feeling of his hips between your legs and his hands sliding over your thighs raised goosebumps on your arms.

"Wake up…"

Leaning down, you kissed the man with the wandering hands and shining silver rings. No question about it - in your dreamlike state, you knew this was the only thing you wanted. An instinct.

You grasped for his belt buckle, still kissing him feverishly, lifting his shirt to access his jeans... 

"Hey! Wake the fuck up!"

The transition from a deep, sensual sleep to the embarrassing reality of your bedroom dropped onto you like a bucket of cold water. 

Sun poured in through the windows, much like the moonlight in your dream. And, of course, there was no man in your bed. Only the lovely Robin Buckley standing in your doorway, tapping it obnoxiously and looking at you expectantly.

"Hmm?" you mumbled, dragging the blanket over your head, still not quite awake.

"You looked like an actual corpse lying there. I had to make sure you didn't, like, die in your sleep or something."

You rubbed your sleepy eyes. "I might have just been in heaven."

"What?" Robin asked, nose wrinkling. She shook her head. "You know what? Nevermind. I don't think I want to know."

You sat up and squinted at the girl leaning on your door frame. "So why exactly did you wake me up? Besides to check my pulse?"

"You can't let go of your famous cranky morning attitude for one day? It's New Year's Eve, dingus!"

Oh, fuck. "I totally forgot what day it was. What are the plans, again?"

With the stealth of a ninja, Robin shut the bedroom door behind her so your parents couldn't eavesdrop.

"I thought we had a deal!" she whispered. "You've got plans with Nancy and Carol, right? I need you to tell mom that I'll be with you all night."

Yawning, you finally scrambled out of bed and over to your dresser. In your sock drawer, stuffed inside a rolled up pair of socks, was a crumpled bit of paper.

"Sure, no problem. But I'm not going with Nancy."

Robin snorted. "Should I even bother guessing who you're going to see tonight?"

Still cranky from waking up, you threw back your own prying question. 

"Should I even bother guessing who you're going to see tonight?" you snapped, but instantly regretted the tone of your voice when you saw a flash of hurt in Robin's blue eyes. 

"Look, Robbie, how about we make this easy? No matter where we both end up, let's tell them we were at Carol's with Nancy. Just meet me at our spot half past midnight, yeah?"

"Do you think this will actually work? We've never asked to go out on New Year's before." 

Robin looked apprehensive, but you didn't miss the spark of adrenaline on her face.

You gripped the paper in your fist tighter. "No idea, but eventually they're going to have to realize that we aren't their prisoners and we can be friends with anyone we want."

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Feeling unknown And you're all alone Flesh and bone By the telephone Lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer

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Eddie was almost out of his front door when he heard the phone ring, shrill and disarming. 

He stopped in his tracks for a moment, listening carefully to his father picking up the phone in the living room. A few seconds of silence, then some mumbling.

"Ed! It's for you!"

The call he had been waiting for. 

On the last day of school before winter break, the brown eyed boy meticulously scribbled his phone number on a piece of paper before stuffing it into your locker. After the passing of Christmas and almost a whole week, Eddie wasn't sure if you would ever call. Or if he had even put the paper in the right locker. 

After the day you had skipped school together, he had been a little discouraged by the wall you suddenly built between them. You were avoiding him in the hallways again. A wall was always up with you, though, and Eddie could easily tell how private of a person you were. 

But he truly thought you both made progress that day. Hot chocolate, driving his van around the old factory across town. Learning about each other and laughing at stupid shit. He figured those would be memories you could reminisce over, years down the line. 

Or was he just being a hopeless romantic? This was real life, not the fantasy of a brave knight fighting for the affection of a particularly sullen princess.

Plus, c'mon, he was Eddie Munson. A freak. But who exactly were you?

"Hurry up and grab it! I ain't got all day, kid. Jeopardy is on." 

Of course, his dad was already drinking and his patience was short, even on New Year's Eve of all days.

He ran quickly to the kitchen before his dad could hang up the call. Eddie almost dropped the phone in all of the commotion.

"Got it!" Making sure that asshole actually hung up the phone in the living room, Eddie Munson composed himself and spoke calmly into the receiver. "Hello, sunshine."

"How did you know it was me?"

Your deep voice, your golden honey voice. Sticky and sweet as it dripped onto his existence. 

"Oh, you didn't know? I have psychic powers. If I focus enough, I could probably even tell you what you're wearing right now."

Eddie's tiny effort worked, and the laugh he elicited from you was like music to his ears. 

"Joke's on you, Munson. I'm actually not wearing anything."

He could have choked on the room-temperature coffee he was sipping on. So much for composure.

"Perhaps my powers are failing me, then," he sighed dramatically. "Happy New Year's, by the way."

There was a pause on the other line. "Hmm, don't go saying that just yet. I was calling to maybe make plans with you tonight."

When the slightly stunned boy didn't answer right away, you continued.

"Unless you already have other plans? I know it's kind of late notice…"

"No, no," he replied quickly. "Well, I have some plans with Jeff and the guys, but not all night. I'm a little surprised to hear from you at all, to be honest."

"Yeah… I have… strict parents. They don't exactly approve of some of the people I hang out with."

Ah, Eddie thought to himself. Another piece of the confusing puzzle. 

He leaned over to peek around the corner into the living room. His father was focused on the TV, chugging beer and letting out an occasional wet cough.

"Sunshine, I know all about difficult parents."

"Maybe we could talk about it tonight? Or have I scared you off?" As usual, your blunt, cocky statements sent shivers down his spine.

"Freaks don't get scared, Buckley!" he chuckled, "I know a good place to watch the fireworks at midnight. Just let me know the time and place to pick you up."

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Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who cares Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who's there

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(song lyrics credit: "Personal Jesus" by Depeche Mode)

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[blood-grove]

tws; blood, death, body horror , injuries, gore + bones, canniblism, unhealthy coping mechanisms??, no use of y/n, soap focused, this is like so much more horror ish that the first i think pls be safe

a/n: another thing for shapeshifter reader but child :3 had this scenario in my head this is completely different sort of scenario than from the first shapeshifter

Shapeshifter!Reader but everything that went down that first night went even worse two corpses lay on the floor you didn't mean for it to happen it was the Monster to young to comprehend what you'd fully just done wiping the blood off you as you clawed at your mouth trying to get rid the disgusting taste of iron in your mouth.

But it's been a year since then, A year since you've taste the flesh of another person, A year since you sunk your yellowed teeth into someone's face ripping apart any semblance of identity, And a year since you've been in containment you were found quiet easily after the Police were called to your home that faithful night you were sent a rehabilitation facility then to another one and another.

Switched from place to place because they could tell something was wrong with you but finding out what was hard since every test came back human you had no pointed ears, fangs, or tail.

Another year past and the facility had long shut down a month or two now but you still lived stuck in this room Shapeshifters can be killed of course at a age of what 10? 11? You didn't have many forms and you were still so confused to how your powers exactly worked you never shifted at all despite the itch that had been boiling over.

You had roommates of course in the room to keep yourself social.

They were also stuck when the facility went into lockdown mode abandoning its lower value patients.

You were the only one left in the room now.

The room smelt horrible.

You were horrible.

You didn't want to be.

Licking the flesh from there bones kept off starvation.

The illusion of there still breathing body as you ate at them chewing and crunching till there flesh was no more alone but apart of you.

They had kept you alive when there heart was still beating you couldn't remember what they were.

You forced yourself to forget the taste of your flesh fearing you'd dig in for more.

But you did.

Your a parasite.

"Someone's going to get us.."

"I'm sure."

You shifted as you caressed there skull gently idly picking at the last few remaining strands of hair.

You woke to noises the next day everything still all the same the opening of doors and footsteps a new sense of hope running threw you.

A tail unknowingly sprouted out wagging quickly as you clutched the skull tightly as you got us on shaky legs stepping over rotted pieces of the body you couldn't eat and over to the door stepping up on the tip of your toes to try and see out of the window in the door.

Flinching back one a large shadow over casted the door blocking your view.

Your tail wagging in excitement as you walked back from the door to the spot in the middle of the room you'd become accustom too silently wondering if you should move there bones into there spot next to you but the doors code was unlocked before you could.

A man now stared down at you seemingly shocked at either your appearance, the fact your alive, and or the skull in your hands.

Or all of the above.

Fucking hell.

Fucking hell.

This retcon mission was not at all what he expected.

Sure he expected the usually gathering intel, looking for not trashed files or papers, And or looking for new leads.

It always gave Soap the creeps when they went on missions like these in only a couple of months this facility looked like a shit hole.

Cracked tile, Bugs, old rusting equipment.

The mere thought of people being kept here before the places decay still disgusted him.

So it caught him off guard when he picked up scent unfamiliar but he chose to trust his nose radioing in he'd be moving to the east side.

He reached the holding cells even with the locked doors along the hallway he could smell the decay nearly overwhelming his senses.

With one of the keycards he opened a few of the doors at the rare chance of life.

He was foolish to think this of course, How could anything still be alive after been trapped for months.

Yet here he is staring down a very scraggly, dirty, bloodied kid.

Holding a skull.

A Skull?

He quickly pulled himself out of his thoughts as he shifting in place sliding his weapon back into his holster crouching down.

"Hey there—"

He fully expected you to be timid, nervous, and or scared about the random man unlocking your room that was eventually going to be your grave.

He didn't expected for you to barrel into him skull still in hand hugging his arm.

Now he was downright confused.

"It's uh..It's okay- Hey.."

"I-I know they didn't forget us!-"

You started on rambling about something Soap couldn't comprehend fast enough.

"Hey hey-"

You looked up at him with tired eyes still full of life.

"..I'm gonna get you outta here alright..? Me and my friends didn't expect to find anyone..Are you hurt?"

He gave you a look over lucky he had decent enough vision in the dark no serious wounds maybe just a few cuts that had luckily scabbed over already.

"Are you taking me home..?"

"..I don't know yet..But we'll get you warm and nice and clean how about that..?"

"I don't like baths.."

"Well ya' need one- Its gonna help you feel better.."

You huffed stomping your foot which amused him but you really did need a bath he could barely make out your skin color under all the grime, blood , and dirt.

"Mm..Can ye' walk?"

You nodded as you went back into the room for a moment starting to picking up bones off a corpse he failed to noticed was there.

"Wait wait- Don't touch those."

"Why?"

"Because you'll get sick touching..stuff like that."

"But how else are they supposed to come!"

He grimaced for a bit shifting on his feet as his tail flicked.

"I..Look that was your friend yeah?"

"Mhm!"

"How about..You leave them there..And I'll send some more of my friends to come get them.."

You mulled over the choice for a while looking down to the skull in your hands tracing over a crack before deciding to leave rest of the body tucking it in like a doll before heading back over to the man still holding onto the skull how else re they supposed to see the outside?.

"Whats your name?"

"John..But my friends call me Soap."

"That's a silly name!"

"Hmph..Alright what's your name?"

"[Name]"

"Now that's a silly name-"

"Nuh uh!"

He chuckled as you huffed.

But he quickly regained his composure, He radioed in his little discovery afterwards gently ask you if he could pick you up which you allowed you were scarily light for your age.

He sighed his tail slowly swaying quietly listening as you rambled on about something.

You eventually went still after a few telling yawns, He guessed you must be horrible sleep deprived being next to a corpse couldn't have gave you good rest.

So he just kept quiet as he could still saying vigilant as he updated his position every so often as you slept.

a/n; honestly im feeling so bad at so sorry it started to downgrade at the end i couldn't think clear it starts to fall off so bad cuz head empty </3 might post some old thoughts abt how my ver of shapeshifters work....

[ghoul-foolery]

Dirty Windows | 12 | Nora x Hancock

A Fallout 4 Soulmate AU

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Fic Summary:

Hancock never thought he would find his soulmate. Once a common occurrence, soulmates turned into a bit of a rarity after the bombs dropped. It was to be expected when there was an influx of people getting shot in the face on a daily basis. So when Hancock discovered that he had a soulmate he was ecstatic; all of the people in the Commonwealth, and he was one of the lucky few.

Too bad his soulmate didn't want anything to do with him.

When Nora thought for sure she was going to die too, the pain stopped – and then there was nothing. Nothing but the emptiness. Nothing but the grief. Half of her soul was suddenly gone forever. She was dropped in the middle of the ocean, drifting among the waves with no land in sight. Then just as suddenly she had been cast adrift, she found land. The hole was filled the moment it had been created. As she gripped Nate’s vault suit and begged him to open his eyes, Nora found herself battling with the horrifying realization that she had another soulmate; that some stranger had taken Nate's place.

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The silence that immediately followed the attack was both haunting and brief. Explosive gunfire and shrill screaming echoed and dwindled within the ruinous buildings around Nora until she was left with oppressive silence. The creature’s corpse was draped over Nora like a too-heavy blanket. There was a barely-there second where Nora felt a surge of relief, but it was overwhelmed by a tidal wave of complete helplessness. Her body was pinned beneath the monster’s weight. Though she tried to lift her arms and push the corpse away, her arms merely jerked within the confines of the power armor. Nora felt heavy. Her limbs strained against all the weight but nothing moved. Her back bowed with the effort. She tried to kick her legs, she tried to push and roll. Nora was stuck under the beast, trapped in a tin can. Weak. Helpless. A shuddering whimper left Nora as she threw all of her efforts into getting free. She began to hyperventilate. The eyes of the helmet began to fog as panic set in.

That heavy, lingering silence was shattered by an ear splitting scream. Nora thrashed, but no matter how hard she tried, no matter how loud she screamed, she couldn’t move - couldn’t get out. She was helpless, stuck and incapable of doing anything aside from watching as the man aimed the gun at Nate's chest, as someone carried her baby away.

“Nathan!” She shrieked, her voice cracking. Her eyes bulged, as her body quaked. “NATE!?” Her struggles renewed, trying to free herself so she could try to defend her family. “NATE! NATE PLEASE! SHAUN–”

“Lady, hey, listen - okay?"

It wasn't Nate's rumbling baritone. It wasn't nearly as deep, and it carried infinitely more gravel. The panic started to dig its claws into the very essence of her being. 

The man's breath was frantic and ragged, matching hers, "Hey, you-fuck-you gotta breathe. Yer havin' a panic attack. Focus on me."

A choked sob tore from her throat, tears flooding her vision. “N-Nate." she whimpered.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Focus.”

She did. She took deep heaving breaths and focused on the man at the other end of the bond. Clarity seeped in through the hysteria. There was some residual panic, but there was also a flooding relief that forced her body to relax completely. Her breathing evened, and she sniffled. Snot was dribbling from her nose, but she couldn’t wipe it away.

“There ya go. Good girl. ”

The creature’s corpse was slowly replaced; a room, mostly made of surprisingly well kept wood. A couch, a coffee table – a trio of people with weapons, peering towards her with wide, uncertain eyes. None were threatening. This was better. By leaps and bounds, it was better. She no longer felt confined and helpless. Her connection to her soulmate set her at ease, despite the crowd of strangers.

“Hey, boys,” her soulmate drawled. He was staring up at the armed people, looking as if he was on the floor. “Say hello, to… What’s your name, doll?”

“Eleanor,” she sniffled. Tears still leaked out of the corners of her eyes. “Nora.”

“Nora,” he repeated, saying her name like a prayer.

One of the men lifted a hand and waved. Another asked, "You gotta soulmate, mayor?”

"Sure fuckin' do."

They were all dressed quite nicely, suits and fedoras, but there were a couple within the group that didn’t quite look right. Something was wrong with their skin – it was as if they had been burned. Eyes looked wrong. Noses were missing. She furrowed her eyebrows, focusing on her breathing. They looked reminiscent of patients she’d seen in the VA hospital Nate used to frequent on his days off.

“Is… “ a slow exhale. “Are they… are they alright?”

There was a moment where she picked up on his confusion, and then he released a low chuckle. “Oh, honey, you haven’t seen a ghoul yet?”

There were a couple of responding chuckles from the men, and then a female voice was telling them to go ahead and go – that everything was fine. The group collectively turned and left the room, the door closing behind them.

“Ghoul?”

“Some folks get exposed to a shit-ton of radiation and don’t die. Ya got the standard ghouls, like the gentlemen that you saw. Fine for the most part, but a little fucked up." So they were just people who had been hurt? It felt cruel to call them ghouls if all they did was survive horrendous, unlikely circumstances. "And then ya got the ferals. Those are the ones ya gotta look out for.”

Ferals. There was no need for an explanation there. Just as she started to attempt to wrap her head around what a person would have to go through to get to such a state she felt her body jostle. Blinking a handful of times, she re-set her focus on the world around her, only to see the worried face of Preston Garvey.

“Nora,” he said, a wide grin splitting his handsome features. “You’re alive!”

“I’m alive,” she confirmed weakly. “I can’t move. Please get me out of here.”

There was a low, dangerous drawl from her soulmate, “Looks like ya made a friend after all, sweetheart.”

She ignored the surge of jealousy that she felt, still focused on utilizing the calming relief that still clung to him.

“You took that hit pretty hard,” Preston said kindly. “Probably knocked the Fusion Core loose. We’ll get you figured out – Sturges! Can we get your help over here?”

Nora watched the two men as they worked to pull the dead deathclaw off of her. It took Preston, Sturges, and a couple others to move the beast, and then the same amount to help Nora roll over onto her front. The armor was obscenely heavy. No wonder Nate hated wearing it. Between its unwieldy weight, and an alleged flaw in the welded lining in the chest plate, Nate had complained at length about all the time spent in power armor. Now Nora understood why. The armor worked well enough to keep her safe, right up until it stopped working all together. As she struggled under all of the weight, and all of the open scrutiny from the settlers she had saved, waves of irritation and jealousy lapped at her senses. Before she had an unstoppable urge to get snappy with anyone she blocked out all of her soulmate’s incoming emotions. No use pissing off the locals. As Nora waited to be freed she focused on keeping her breathing even, and her panic in check. 

Thankfully, the man known as Sturges worked quick. A bit of a tinkerer by trade, he was able to identify the problem fast enough. 

“It’s the fusion core alright. You did get tackled by a deathclaw, afterall. Hold tight, Nor. Just going to hit the manual release.”

“Thank you,” Nora replied distantly just before the back of the suit opened and blessedly cool air seeped into the machinery. Preston helped her from the armor, all gentle with his beaming smile. “Thank you,” she said again as she hastily wiped at her face. Tears and snot smeared onto the sleeve of her vault suit. 

“So,” Preston said by way of response. “You said there was a place we could go? Sanctuary Hills?”

Upon meeting with Preston and the other settlers, Nora had offered up Sanctuary Hills as a viable home. The moment it came time to ante up, Nora regretted the offer. The Commonwealth had been violent and aggressive as far as she had known it, and yet she offered up her personal safe haven to strangers. While the settlers certainly seemed mostly peaceful (Marcy Long was a very blatantly hostile little thing, and Nora’s soulmate insisted that Nora tell the woman to do unspeakable things to a Brahmin (whatever that was) if she wanted to be mean), she felt weary about sharing a neighborhood with them. Instead of reneging on her offer, Nora offered a tired smile and guided them to the place she called home. 

Nora watched as the derelict neighborhood became infested with life once more. People drifted in and out of crumbling homes. They staked their claim in some places, and started scavenging from others. Watching them work kicked up fresh waves of anxiety, and Nora very politely informed Preston of which house was hers before rushing off to tell Codsworth to be mindful and keep anyone away if they wanted to target her house for scavenging and looting. Even mentioning it made her feel just south of crazy, but it was her house. It was Nate’s house. She wasn’t giving it up – but staying in the home was making her restless. Sounds of voices came filtering in through the broken roof, and the shattered windows. Whenever there was a particularly loud sound, Nora would give a bodily flinch. The closer it got to dark, Nora admitted to herself that she quite simply didn’t feel safe with the neighborhood’s newest occupants. It was curious, she had expected to feel a little more at ease once she found a community, but… 

“Miss,” Codsworth said gently, his tone soothing as he drifted close to her. “Perhaps you would be more comfortable elsewhere…?”

Nora shook her head, arms crossing over her torso to soothe her rapidly fraying nerves. “I don’t know where I would go.”

“There is the old truck stop. The Red Rocket.” She knew the one he was talking about. It wasn’t even an entire mile away. Nate had been friends with the owner. “The place is still quite structurally sound. Perhaps I could escort you there? We can clean up any riff raff together.” Before she could object, the Mister Handy continued, “And then I would pop right back home, madame. To watch the place, as you said.”

Nora agreed, and on the short walk there, she wondered if she would ever get used to this world. She wondered if she would always be untrusting towards people. She also wondered if she would ever find her backbone in this place. Instead of retreating from her home, she could have stood her ground, told them that if anyone touched the house that she would deal with them personally. Threaten them with what? It wasn't like there was any police to call, or her husband to back her up. Despite the absolutely hellacious day she had, she didn't think she would be comfortable threatening someone's life so casually.  Even if she did, who would believe her? Sure, she took on a “deathclaw”, but then she cried and had a panic attack immediately after. Even if they hadn't directly seen it, she wasn't exactly quiet about it.

The one person that she could trust to help her was someone she wanted to avoid. She was irritated that she had caved in so soon, but it was abundantly clear that she was going to need his help if she wanted to survive. That didn’t mean anything, though. It wasn’t like she was running to him with open arms. This was strictly business.

As her and Codsworth neared the truck stop, Nora reached out to him.

“Hey, uh, sir? What’s your name again?”

“Forget, didja?” Came the rasping chuckle. “You can call me John.”

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Tag List: @takottai / @a-little-pebbl / @brainrot-extravaganza

[xxstraymoonchildxx]

This Couple is Unusual

Prologue / Next

Chapter 1: This Couple, negotiating

cw: none

As Charles Dickens once put it: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times”.

The both of you sat in a horse carriage, cars being still not too common around that day, and looked outside the busy street.

England in the nineteenth century was a sight to behold. In awe you watched the people walking down the streets, clad in Victorian fashion - the men in suits, top hats (hopefully without mercury), and walking canes; women in long modest dresses with hoop skirts or bustles underneath giving a distinct shape and various little hats on skillfully made hair. You fit in perfectly with the clothes Asmodeus provided you with. Satan was dressed to the nines, the striped pine green waistcoat over the pristine white, high-collared shirt hugged his muscular frame nicely; the dark coat he wore fluttered slightly behind him when he walked (he couldn’t help himself and only wore one sleeve, the other draped over his shoulder casually). The ascot around his neck matched his black pants and shiny dress shoes. You matched him well - the bodice underneath the dress - white with pine green stripes - emphasized your waist but wasn’t too tight; the long-sleeved waistcoat had frills in the front that opened under the bust like a curtain and ended in your back with a large bow. Around your neck was a necklace with a cat pendant Satan gifted you for your last birthday. 

All that being said sadly didn't distract you from the fact that it smelled so bad. 

Occasionally little boys ran onto the bumpy roads, scooping up what the horses left behind. (You hoped none of those children would get themselves hurt or worse.) Not only that, the industrial smoke carried over from the factories, and people still threw things into the Thames that didn’t belong there (mainly human and industrial waste, and unsurprisingly the occasional corpse)

“I am grateful we didn’t visit London during the summer of 1858,” Satan stated after he saw you wrinkle your nose in displeasure ”I've read about it recently, it was labeled the Great Stink. There were various artists depicting their idea of a shinigami riding along the Thames during that time.”

“Guess it was easier to drop everything into the river. I can’t believe the working class had to bathe in that polluted water, like, eww. Bet Barbatos would've gotten a heart attack from those rats running around if he was with us.” 

Satan hummed in response, looking back outside the window.

You passed the central street that had various shops aligned next to each other.  Somewhere had to be one of the subsidiaries of the sorcerer's society where you would meet one of your teacher’s acquaintances, Viscount Laurent Cavendish who was responsible for the finances there. He was the son of a vineyard owner who made business with high society and offered wine tastings, perfect for making strong connections.

Satan helped you out of the carriage, the strong grip he had on your waist made your cheeks turn pink. The coachman handed you your luggage and wished you a nice day. 

The subsidiary looked like every other building in the business area, disguised as a bank (and also functioning like one for cover). You went inside, walking to the front desk of the entrance hall. An elderly gentleman sat behind the oak table.

“Good afternoon, how may I help you?” he asked politely. You took out the letter from Solomon stored inside your bag, handing it over while introducing Satan and yourself. The man’s eyes widened, looking at the demon in surprise, then back to you. “We need to speak to Viscount Cavendish as soon as possible.” He nodded and made a quick phone call with a hushed voice. Not even a minute later you were escorted to Cavendish’s office.

You expected Laurent Cavendish to be a middle-aged man but you were mildly surprised to have someone sitting in an office chair who can’t be older than thirty. Auburn hair framed his oval in a style that reminded you of Mephistopheles and dark blue eyes looked up from his paperwork to eye you thoroughly. Come to think of it, the way he looks at you, judgingly, reminds you a bit too much of the aristocrat demon. He signed you to take the two seats in front of his desk.

“I’ve never expected this shady man to get himself an apprentice. Say, is his cooking still as horrendous?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Nearly killed me once.”

Cavendish sent you a crooked smile, just for a split second, before leaning back in his armchair, folding his slender hands. Back to business. “So, what brings you here? I assume you aren’t interested in opening a bank account.”

“We are interested in the Whitechapel Murders. We plan on acting as reporters from a foreign country. Unfortunately, we don’t have the proper connections in the Londoner scene,” Satan answered and you continued “But my teacher recommended you, Viscount, saying you’re a powerful man in the Sorcerer’s Society and Londoner Underworld”

You hoped to tickle his ego to the best of your abilities. To drive it home, you opened your suitcase - enchanted so you can put as much as you want in it like in the RPGs Leviathan often plays with you; basically unlimited inventory space - and brought out a gift box, addressed towards the man in front of you and put it on his desk. “We can pay you for your troubles, of course”

Curiously Cavendish opened the present, hummed with a twinkle in his eyes, and closed it again. 

“Very well. The murders are all over the newspapers but Scotland Yard is, unsurprisingly, still clueless. Our Society isn’t interested in the case per se, but of course, we are up to date about everything even if we don’t involve ourselves in such … events. The victims are brought to the funeral parlor Undertaker; the owner is involved with the underworld as well and is a reliable informant, despite his unique personality. I’m also acquaintances with one of the Yard’s chief staff, Sir Redcliff. Although I’d advise you strictly to be discrete with any valuable information.”

Satan looked at you and nodded. Cavendish took a sip of his tea after this long monologue. “I’ll provide you with the necessities and wish you all the best. Please wait in the entrance hall. My secretary will bring it to you once I am finished.”

After shaking hands with him, or rather with Satan, you were escorted outside. But not without his calling something out to you right before the door closes:

“Beware the Queens Watchdog, Earl Phantomhive!”

“Well, that went smoothly,” Satan said, guiding you inside the called carriage. The Viscount supplied you with a hotel reservation as well as various objects for bribing purposes - like a bottle of expensive wine for the Yard and credentials. “He must be quiet in debt with Solomon to go for such length. I wonder what was in the present you gave him” You thought about it for a moment “Eh, I guess some rare ingredients or magical items. I didn’t look inside.” The blond demon let out a laugh “I am surprised, by how noisy you usually are”

“Hey!”

Half an hour later, you arrived at the hotel. It was nothing too fancy from the outside, a two-star equivalent from your own time maybe? You stood before the entrance door when you suddenly heard a gentle meowing noise. 

Satan was quick as always, crouching down to pet the little creature in front of him “Are you all alone?” he cooed, petting the few-month-old kitten. In the blink of an eye, not two, but three and four emerged around the corner. You watched it with a grin. 

//What magnificent creatures. What an adorable little family~// Blushing, he played with the litter of cats. He didn’t hear the sound of protest from around the corner.

It wasn’t until another set of hands appeared in his line of sight. He looked up, staring into a pair of reddish-brown eyes. 

Bonus:

Earlier that day:  Y/N: Okay, we should change into more time period-appropriate clothes *takes off top* Satan: HOLD U-!

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Finally done it. Had like no time to write last week thanks to being short-staffed.I might edit something in case I notice spelling mistakes. I usually use Grammarly but it doesn't catch everything.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Dude that last ask was so dark

Alternat reality

Skelly comes home to the sounds of a fight and see s/o fighting teeth and nail to protect the baby, they are clearly stabbed but very alive and angry

Ah ah, I knew that ask was coming. First part of the ask is here!

Undertale Sans - He grabs the assaulter's soul and throws him against the wall. He runs to S/O, takes their hand in one hand, the baby in the other, and poof, they're gone. Sans drops the baby in Papyrus' hands, completely confused and panicked, then teleports again to the hospital so his S/O can be healed. His soul is beating so fast he thinks he might pass out. He hopes Undyne will stop whoever did that.

Undertale Papyrus - He jumps on the assaulter's arm by surprise, forcing them to let go of their knife. He then makes their soul blue and really heavy so they can't move from the ground. He calls Undyne while he's healing his S/O and checking on the baby. His hands are shaking but he keeps a clear head. He can't panic right now.

Underswap Sans - He takes his police officer gun and neutralizes the guy with no hesitation. He runs to his S/O and leads them and the child to another room so he can check for injuries. Blue warns his colleagues that there is a corpse in his house. He doesn't care if he gets in trouble for this, he saved his S/O and it's all that matters right now.

Underswap Papyrus - His eyes widened in shock when he sees his S/O covered with blood and desperately fighting for their life. He reacts instinctively and blasts the guy, sending him flying through the window and crashing four floors down. Honey is shaking in fear and guilt, but he runs to his S/O. He picks them up and teleports to the hospital. He calls Blue waiting to be authorized to see them, his child cuddled in his arms. He is so tired, and scared. He doesn't want to go to this home anymore.

Underfell Sans - A raging Red suddenly jumps on the back of the assaulter and bites at full force their neck, forcing them to turn around. Red stabs them several times in the back, and won't stop once they're on the ground until he's sure they're dead. He's out of breath, his mouth covered with blood, but his S/O is alright. He brings them to the hospital, still shaking from the intense effort. He's sorry S/O and the child had to see this, but if he had to do it again, he would.

Underfell Papyrus - In one big movement, he impales the man from head to toe with a giant bone, seconds before they cut his S/O's throat. The assaulter dies immediately. Edge runs to his S/O and hugs them close, scared. He slowly leads them out of here with their child to take them to the hospital. Edge is quite impressed about how good you hold against the assaulter. He hopes he can teach you a few more self-defense techniques in case it happens again, which he hopes not because that was really scary.

Horrortale Sans - The assaulter freezes when he hears a low growl behind him. Sans' pupil is very small, and he is holding a huge axe in his arms. He hates to use it, but he won't hesitate one second if the man keeps threatening his family. The man doesn't understand the message and tries to go for the kill, only to be mow down by the axe Oak threw his way. Oak lets them scream in agony and takes his S/O out of here. He doesn't care about the assaulter, he just wants his S/O to be ok. He brings them to Toriel for healing, a bit panicked because of all the blood.

Horrortale Papyrus - He uses his walking stick like a baseball bat and hits the man in the neck so hard it breaks and kills it on the spot. Willow is in shock, both because his S/O is covered in blood, but also because he just killed someone when he promised he would never do it again. He's having a panic attack. S/O tries to call Toriel and Oak, while trying to stop the blood flow.

Swapfell Sans - He silently sneaks on the assaulter, and suddenly knocks them over with a bone, by the legs. He then puts a very sharp bone right under their throat, and turns towards his S/O to make sure they are not about to die on him. He asks them to leave the room with the child and waits in their bedroom. S/O obeys. As soon as they close the door, the assaulter starts to beg, and then screams in agony. Nox comes back in the room covered with blood, casually goes to the bathroom to wash his hands then comes to take care of his S/O injuries.

Swapfell Papyrus - He panics and grabs a huge book, then he slams it with all he has on the assaulter's head, knocking them out for good. He then drags his S/O and his child out of the house as they drive fast to Nox's place. Nox is not happy knowing someone almost kill his niece/nephew. He's going back to Rus' place to see if the man is still here. He's better not be here anymore.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He walks through the room, not giving a shit about the man, picks up his S/O and leaves the room. The assaulter tries to scream, but a giant blaster suddenly burns him alive, at ten inches from his face. Wine doesn't even turn around. He has no respect for little criminals.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He anxiously tries to intervene by throwing himself in front of S/O getting stabbed as well. Coffee still tries to fight the man by hand, and with S/O's help, they both manage to lock him up in the cave. Coffee is shaking from stress and pain, just like his S/O, but the child is fine. Coffee calls Wine to take care of this, while he starts to heal his S/O and himself.

[selnyam]

— “You fell asleep in my arms. It was kind of adorable.” For the touch starved prompt :3

A morning after shot I've been wanting to make from my story "You Find A Way" story below, contains Shadowbringers spoilers. Story takes place shortly after Holminster Switch

It was still bright outside the window of her room.  Flidais lay on the bed, sleep eluding her.  Her mind kept going back to the day prior.  Killing the Lightwarden at Holminster Switch and having all that light flow into her body.  The Exarch had been so sure the effects wouldn’t kill her, and something about him seemed so familiar it had caused her to trust him.  Now she lay, trying to adjust to the way the Light felt, her throat scars itching in a way no amount of scratching would help.   The itch almost seemed inside her skin.  She eventually gave up and walked to the table, needing some water to refresh her dry throat. 

The First was such a strange place, so much light.  Her Void touched body, one that had spent so much time lost to Darkness felt out of place, like at any moment she could just break apart and dissolve away.  There was also that nagging sensation she knew the Exarch, that he knew far too much about her than she should be comfortable with.  Her Floppy ears twitched, and she turned to the door just in time to hear a soft knock.  Someone was there, someone who by the sound of their sniffing and breathing had been crying.  Her keen Viera hearing picked up smaller feet, their knock had been lower on the door.  One of the twins maybe?

The tall woman threw on a robe and tied it before moving to the chamber entrance.  She creaked open the door and peered out into the bright hallway.  Alisaie stood there, a long nightshirt reaching below her knees exposing bare feet.  The young girl looked up at her friend, an almost adoptive mother to her and her twin.  Her eyes were about as red as her Red Mage soul crystal could suggest.  Her soft voice when she spoke was almost imperceptible and Flidais was grateful to her excellent hearing.

‘I’m sorry.  I know it’s late and you might be sleeping and I didn't want to wake you up but… I… I’m sorry but. I don’t.  I can’t…” Flidias ushered the young girl, a teenager but still so much younger than her own century and more of life, into the room.   Quickly kneeling, she put an arm around her.

‘Hey, hey, hey.  It’s okay, I’m here.”  Alisaie; sweet, confident, tough Alisaie looked into her eyes and tears formed again.  What she said next nearly broke the older Black Mages heart and she hugged her daughter tight.

“How do you continue on after losing the love of your life?”  Memories filled Flidias’s mind.  

K’shai.  

Fighting together, laughing, falling asleep in each other's arms talking about a little cabin in the forest.  

Running through the bloodstained, corpse filled Waking Sands, heart in her throat.  

A still form crumpled against a wall.  

The anger and loss.  

The brutal revenge quest that left her empty and drained.  

The ache that still hadn’t gone away.

She held Alisaie as the young woman cried, heaving sobs of loss and pain. The Elezen girl whimpering “Tesleen!  Tesleen, I’m so sorry!”   What do you say?  What can you tell someone so young, someone experiencing a loss so immense and raw?  Flidais stood and scooped the young Elezen into her arms, feeling her cling tightly, her slender arms wrapping around her neck.  Carefully she carried her bundle to the bed, sitting and holding the girl tight.

“I’m sorry dear, I don’t know.  Loss is never easy and yours is especially hard.  I do know that Tesleen cared for you as you cared for her.  I didn’t handle my loss well, as I’m sure the stories you’ve heard.  All I can offer is that we find a way.  We find something to keep going, to honour her memory.  We keep her in our hearts and live a life that would make her proud.  I’ll be right here beside you each step of the way, for as long as you’ll have me.”  The Viera bent and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, Alisaie tightening her grip as her sobs lessened.  

“Can I stay by you tonight?  Sleeping alone is…” she trailed off and swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the lump in her throat.  Flidais nodded and gestured to the large bed they sat upon,

“There’s plenty of room, if you want I can cast Sleep to help you rest”  Alisaie shook her head.  She shifted off the older woman’s lap and lay down

“I just don’t want to be alone.  Thank you.  For everything.”  exhaustion was clearing taking over the girl and Flidais carefully tucked her in before laying beside her in the large bed.  The poor girl was far too young to have to deal with such a loss, and hopefully their work here in the First could prevent so many more losses.  Her heart swelled in her chest though, as sleep finally seemed to overtake the girl, her last words before drifting off so quiet Flidais almost missed them

 “I love you Mom.”

[silly-thinkings]

Get your phone! (Batmom in DCeased)

You chose to Grab the phone! lets see what happens WAIT WAIT!! have you read the first part reader? I hope so. this is one of the options! (Return to Scene 1)

Without a second to waist you crawl to one of the night stands and grab your phone. Calling Bruce became muscle memory but it was then where you felt a white hot pain cores through your body. The thoughts of death and spreading death consumed you to your core. Instinctively you threw the phone to the wall, breaking it to pieces. You felt it. This pain was what your sons felt. You were turning and there was no way of stopping it. Your hands went to your scalp, pulling at your hair with such a force you were pulling your hair out.

“Bruce. Alfred. Damian. Jason, Cassandra. Bruce, Alfred, Damian, Jason, Cassandra .” Like a mantra you repeated those words as you shuffled to the balcony on your bedroom. Everything happened so slow, yet so fast. You grabbed a picture that was on Bruce’s nightstand, one last look before locking yourself out the room you’ve spent time in. “death. Death, DEAD DEATH KILL KILL!”

~~~

After Darkside left through a boom tube it was then when Batman received a notification on his device. Cyborg was missing, after talking amongst the justice league members he quickly left for the Batcave. As soon as he arrives he immediately firewalls his computer. Through the use of analog video cameras he was able to look to the city as it burned with the screams of the civilians.

“Computer is the house safe. The virus is spreading online.”

“No.”

Panicked, Bruce initiates an EMP (Electromagnetic pulse) around the house. In a second the manor above was quiet. He quickly ran up the steps to his family home, but when the door opened silence was deafening.

“Alfred! Y/n?”

He walked down the hall towards the kitchen finding Alfred fending off a crazed Dick Grayson. Bruce pulled his son back “dick! Richard it’s me. Snap out of it.”

Dick’s growling was too much. “Alfred! Run! Find Y/n and get out!” Alfred looked around the room. He took out a pristine meat tenderizer and swung it on Dicks head. Over and over… until his grandson went limp.

Bruce looked at his son on the floor. He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the tears for his son. he will mourn later, he needed to find his wife.

With Alfred behind him Bruce ran to his shared bedroom. But when he arrived Tim’s lifeless body was on the floor. He wore his pajamas and his face was unrecognizable. Bruce only stared at the corpse, as if trying to memorize every detail. He walked over his son’s body and attempted to open the door. It was open but it wasn’t budging. Both Bruce and Alfred worked together to open. Hope filled Bruce’s heart as Y/n is probably just on the other side, safe but alive. Bruce managed to squeeze his way through but all his hope faded. The balcony window slightly opened, one half of his wife’s body was towards the outside. A family picture broken beside her. He looked around the room to see a broken phone on the floor. It was then where he let his tears go. His family, his sons, his wife. He was too late.

“Bruce look out!”

Bruce looked up to see you, his wife lunge at him. Bruce pulled his arm out to block the attack but that’s when she got a bite in.

“Ahhh!” Bruce now had his back to the wall. His face scratched at by his beloved. It happened so fast, one minute y/n was screaming at him and the next she’s put down. Bruce looked to his right to see Alfred with a shotgun “I’m sorry sir. I was too late it seems.”

Bruce looked down at you. Your pale scratched face. A broken pearl necklace and also wearing pajamas. Bruce took her wedding ring before leaving to the cave. He must inform Clark. He must inform his son Damian who must be alive.

He’s running out of time

But that’s ok

He’ll be joining his family soon.

// Angst Ending. Victim of the outbreak //

OKAYYYY reader! you've acquired 1/3 endings :3 Go back to Scene one and see what happens next.

[porter-pumpkim]

weird ninja turtles dream

OK so I had a dream where it was like, tmnt but very weird,

First main difference, splinter was actually still human even after the turtles were mutated, there was like, a version of draxum so I think this was taking from rise, also I think they were all in Japan instead of ending up in New York?

Draxum made the turtles using splinters DNA cause of the whole great warrior thing, but splinter managed to break out mostly unscathed and took the turtles with him, staying un mutated, in this dream splinter had the whole acting career as a cover up situation for the warrior thing I think,

Anyway so apparently splinter has a wife who's still alive in this version and she fully agrees to take in the 4 turtles splinter brought home, and life is actually pretty good, raph, Donnie, Leo, and Mikey are all privately tutored for their education sense splinter and his wife don't want to risk sending the kids to public school, they live in a nice house on a hill farther away from people, splinter does teach the kids martial arts a bit, and I think his wife got raph interested in gardening so he had his own little garden section

Shit hit the fan when the turtles were a bit older raph was about 14, then Leo and donnie seemed like they were around 11, and Mikey was only 9,

Splinters wife is murdured by one of the actors he worked with who he trusted, the murderer lady was also fairly close with the turtles and knew about them, splinter heard screaming and went to check, and I'm guessing the murder lady secretly worked for draxum or something? cause she mutates him into a rat finally, there's a fight and apparently they both vanished? The turtles were convinced their dad also died and that they were orphans, and it was now up to raph to raise the others,

The dream kinda skipped a bit, and like, I think the turtkes had those cloaking brooches or something cause nobody questioned them being turtles, raph is old enough to have inherited the house and is trying to run things there, Mikey and Donnie are playing detective trying to figure out what happened to their parents, and Leo became an actor, using his position as splinters kid as a sort of spring board into his career,

Oddly enough they never actually went into the hero route, I'm assuming maybe it happened as the investigation went on? Maybe it started with Donnie and Mikey then as they found out more they also somehow got sucked into crime fighting? Unfortunately I woke up before I could see the stories ending,

Still that was one hell of a dream! Also raph did end up seeing his mom's corpse and the broken window from the fight so I'm pretty sure he got extra traumatized, also ngl Leo looked like he couldn't handle what happened so he kinda just threw himself into anything to distract himself from the situation

[thebottomfromhell]

Headcanons

Reincarnation after courtship. Demon male reader, part two [here]

Reincarnation after courtship. Demon male reader, part one [here]

Reincarnation after courtship. Human male reader, part one [Original Ask]

Reincarnation after courtship. Human male reader, part two [here]

Warnings: Predatory-animalistic reader, Yandere behavior from reader (not a real Yandere, but still), Cannibalism, canonical demon's inability to grow and move on, Referenced sexual content, Mentioned non-character human death, Friends-with-benefits relationship, Ambiguous endings, and Toxic relationships.

Reader:

You didn't manage to do everything he wanted to you to do, one of your biggest failures is finding Tamayo and not being able to kill her. You almost did, managed to rip her apart with your hands and fangs, but with that doggy brat of hers she managed to scape you and almost got you to say his name. You never found her again, you had the flavor of her flesh and blood always in your mouth, you searched for a while, but then gave up. You were not killed for failing, so it's probably not a big deal, still you have her blood on you, so you will know if she is near. You could keep searching, hunting her to death for her betrayal, but you want to spend you time in something else. In someone else.

You like to think of yourself as a good man, or at least a good lover, courting took effort, but having that very special demon, an Uppermoon no less, warming up to you and letting you be in their life is worth it. It was fine, a good life, all because he was alive. And then he wasn't. You were not on their final battle, but you felt the second both him and your beloved were gone.

G O N E

And it drives you mad, they are all still gone, only Tamayo's puppy left. You spend your days searching for him because how come both you and him get to LIVE when your Upper Moon did NOT? Now is the Twenty-first century, it's been around one hundred years but that dog hides as good as always, it doesn't help that civilizations are everytime more demanding (What do you mean papers? Camara what? How come plastic stamps now have magic money?) and you still must hide from the sun and eat humans. You never found Tamayo's dog....

But you found your lover.

Gyutaro (ft. Daki):

You think it's cute how he still takes care of his sister, Daki is as pretty as ever! You find Gyutaro working in one of his several jobs, skipping education that nowadays seems too important and expensive for it to be fair, trying to pay housing, food and get for the younger one to be able to study, even if she clearly is not the smart one between the two (maybe that's why she needs the money). You follow him to his home, and start leaving there things you steal in those districts where the Yakuza like to think they are the worst there is in the country. There people will notice more the missing wallet than the corpse itself.

Again, Gyutaro is smart, so he becomes paranoid when money in no small amountd start appearing besides him when he wakes up. It was only matter of time he would manage to fool you into showing yourself. He did it one night when Daki was out with some friends and stayed over, you would have followed her to make sure she was alright, but when Gyutaro said he would also invite a friend from work.... he doesn't have friends, so you stayed to see what was going on. "Hey, shitty bank! I know you are there, ne!" You are the friend. At first you tried to stay hidden from over the window, but then he threw too much money over it, money he could not afford to lose. So you got it for him and handed it personally, since he already saw you jump for it. "What are you?"

He is scared when you stand before him, defensive as if he could do anything if you wanted to hurt him "I'm yours, Gyutaro." You answers with honesty but also not wanting to explain anything as he backs off and goes to grab a knife in the kitchen, pointing at you with it. You don't care much for that as you step forward. "You don't have to worry about me. I promise I won't hurt you nor Daki." You say as you get in front of him. Still, he stabs you in the stomach, a blow that would be deadly to a human intruder, but is nothing for you. You only throw the money so it doesn't get stained with blood.

Gyutaro takes some steps back again as you take the knife of, blood on the blade but injury healing with the known sensation, body already used to it. You leave it at the side as your beloved corners himself against the wall, challenging you with his eyes, clearly scared but unwilling to back down. He looks so cute like this, he was always been too cute for his own good, oblivious to his own charming qualities and worried about a younger sister, unwilling to accep anyone might want him. That always had made you want to hold him, cover him from a world that made him feel unwanted, unlovable.

Because he shouldn't belong to that world, he should belong to you, who are willing to give him the treatment he deserves. His heartbeats and breaths become faster as you cup his face and play with his hair. He turns to look away, tensing his shoulders, he never liked too much attention to his face at the same time he would yearn for a gentle touch, to someone to have compassion on him and his little sister. "Let me take care of you." You whisper against his ear, refusing the tentation of tasting the skin exposed. He stops for some seconds, the ear becoming a cute red as he turns to face you, looking down.

"Ume...ne, my little sister's name is Ume." He says softly, almost as if relaxing in your hands, so you hold him, smiling. You keep bringing money, and Gyutaro let's you in only when Daki-Ume-whatever (Daki suits her better, she is such a princess and monster at the same time, it's her. Still, Gyutaro gets upset if you call her anything but "Ume", so you try) is asleep or out, only when she is asleep or out. You don't mind that, that way you don't have to fight her for Gyutaro's attention.

And you love giving him attention too, having him in your arms, hugs, kisses and bites over his skin everytime he cares enough to go around shirtless, whispering all the compliments you know he likes. That he so cute, so sexy, so atrong, so brave, and now he even tastes wonderful, he would be your best meal if you ever ate him. "But don't worry, I said I would take care of you, didn't I?" He always holds back tears, face, shoulders and ears get red as he shys away. You know he need this, for someone to take care of him for the first time, just like he had to step in and take care of his sister. "I know how to be a good husband." You can sense it, you make him feel desirable and loved. He melts against your touch and he is embarrased from it, just like in your last life.

You don't offer him your blood, knowing that he will never ask, because that would mean putting you over his little sister, and you always knew she was first. You are ok with that, it would not be the one you fell for if he disdn't put her first, specially since that also means putting her over himself. Still, you are willing to see him grow old and help him in whatever you need.

"Ne... Ume wants to leave for college... ne, what should I do? I don't want her to go away, but... with the money you got not letting her get in the college she wants... I don't want her to be stuck with me, ne..." he says want night he wanted to go out, so you took him to see the stars a bit far from the city. He sits in your lap, letting you keep him in your arms. "She would be better off without me, ne... wouldn't she? Ne... I'm so ugly and disgusting only a fucking demon can actually like me..." Normaly you would listen, you know better than to not validate his feelings, than to tell him things like "it's not true" or "it's not like that". There is a reason why he is talking like this now, while digging his hands in your shoulder, grinding his teeth.

You kiss him, holding your mouth against his, using your tongue to explore that long missing place. He seems to calm down, to relax against it, and once you drae back you tell him what he needs to hear. "Your sister will always need and love you, and as long as I am here I will be taking care of you both. Trust me on that." He let's you meet her before she parts, while she will be staying on dorms, the place is just a few hours away in train (it would take you minutes to run). "Hey, you freak. You better take care of my onii-chan, you hear me? I am leaving him in your hands so don't fuck up!" Just to have her tone changing when talking to him. "Onii-chan, I promise to write you every morning and night." That is Daki.

She grows up into a lady, they both grow up a lot, every day older. "Unfair! Why does he get to be young and handsome forever! Unfair! Unfair!" But she always behaves like a child when she is around you two. Guess some things won't ever change. You always take care of Gyutaro the best way you can, he looks less tired, more relaxed, he actually started to study himself once Daki hot out of college. Things seems good for them.

So it's good for you, until next life.

Sekido:

The smell of anger lures you in.

He is outside a club, basically ready to throw hands with the mem at the entrance as they don't let him in. "I'm telling you I just need to take one person out! OUT! You can't tell me you can't let more people in due space at this hour and not let me take my brother out of there!" He might convince them, specially with how noisy he is being, people are leaving the line and some passing by just bagin to stare annoyed. You can tell this angers him more, but that doesn't matter to you. What matters is that you found him, he is right there.

You end up sneaking in and forcing Karaku out, averything while not showing your face, but Sekido sees the other clone being thrown on the streets and rushes to see him, still frowning. "Karaku? Karaku! Fuck, he is too drunk! What the fu-" he shuts himself up when he sees you, as you make eye contact, leave into a darker corner. You know your eyes glowing the dark, and you also know Sekido will not follow you, but bring Karaku home, his home. And hopefully, you will be able to follow him up.

The plan was to follow him on the shadows, being slealthy, sneaky, to not let him know he was being followed... but you felt pity when he had to carry a barely concious Karaku. That reminder of their new mortality, of their new lack of power... is odd, you don't know what to think of it. He was once not even a demon, but a Demon Blood Art, the representarion of a piece of the power of a demon, a kizuki no less. You genuinely thought you would never see him again, because as he is not an individual by his own, he shouldn't have a soul to reincarnate. Did Hantengu's soul got fragmented? Is that how he is here? Would that even work?

Still, you saw him having trouble carrying his equal, the lightest one of them no less, so you step forward and speak. "Need any help?" Of course, you already knew Sekido wouldn't be amused by the offer, but instad of leashing out he only frowns at your way, putting his side in front to cover Karaku. "Who are you? Why are you following me?" He grinds his teeth, clearly untrusting of whatever you have to do or say. "I am someone who wants to help you." It's the best to be careful with what you say with him. "Well, I don't want your help. Get lost!" Then he tries to keep moving the other clone.

You see him moving away, slowly, painfully so. So you did the most reasonable thing in your head, help anyway. You took both of them in your arms and started walking. "WHAT THE-" Ok, maybe not walking, sprinting a bit, but definetely not running. "Tell me where to go." Of course, Sekido starts to kick and hit your, but... it barely does anything. Really, part of you feels you should at least pretend it hurts only to placate him, but you are not putting them down, not now you have Sekido in your arms once again. "LET ME DOWN, YOU ASSHOLE! WHAT THE FUCK?!"

In the end you keep going until he gets tired of trashing around, after gaining his breath back he spend some time in silence. "What are you?" You can sense he hoes to grab Karaku, who is also in your hold, you decide to stop since he apparently doesn't want to tell you where you can leave them both. "Yours. Tell me what you want, and I will do anything but leave. I have waited so long to see you again, I am staying near." He seems to get angre again, but interrupts himseld before starting.

"Leave me at the train station, I have my car stationed near the station closer to our home. Just... don't follow me. Not home." He seems a bit scared, smells scared, but he is a human now, you can understand he might be scared of a natural predator. Honestly, turning him should be an option, but it's not, since you have no idea what it could make in his body. "Alright." It really is, because you have him, and you know Sekido is not going to leave and not face you again, that is not how he is. He needs to have the last word.

You go to the train station you left him the next night, and he was waiting for you, now he seems furious. "I HAVE BEEN HERE 5 HOURS, WHAT THE FUCK?!" He looks like he wants to hit you, you would understand, Sekido always hated it when you made him wait. The nostalgia makes you chuckle, then smile, showing your fangs. "Sorry. I would have been here sooner if I could, but I can't stand under the sun." Anger fades into weariness. "What are you and what do you want with me?" He takes a step back before raising his voice. "I swear, if you lay a finger on my brothers I will-" You interrupt him by surprising him with your speed, now you are a breath from each other. "I am not interested in the others. I want you, husband." You say it, taking advantage od his shock to hug him, resting your chin in his shoulder as you whisper everything into his ear.

"... will you actually do whatever I say?" You nod, and you know he can see the intensity in your eyes, that one made of mixed feelings. Love, hunger, lust, nostalgia, melancholy, and many other feelings and sensations now lincked to him. "Then... do as I say when I say it. I don't care what you have to do, but I want the best for me and my brothers. By any means necesary." And you will. You will watch over him, and over Zohakuten. He begins to send you to look after Karaku and Urogi at night, begins to let you steal things for him, let's you take care of him sometimes. He doesn't let you in the house he shares with his family, but having him close is more than enough.

"After I die... would you eat my body? I don't want to be cremated or burried... I would like to stay...." he asks you one night while you where kissing and licking his wrists. "I will." You don't even have to think it. You raise to his level "Anything for you." And kiss him. He is yours, forever yours.

Karaku:

The smell of pleasure lures you in.

The club is full of people, usually you would take the chance to get someone drunk enough to be dinner without realizing it, that is why you came. But you are no longer hungry, you are filled with lust and love when the (at best tipsy, at worst drunk) guy that throws himself over your arms is no other than Karaku. "Hey, hot-stuff~ would you mind spending a while with me? I just sae you checking out some people, and I wanted to try my luck~." He found you, and you took him for the night, not wanting anyone else to lay a finger on him. You manage to smell Sekido in your way out, but you just evaded him and prevented the now human to find out. You sneak into a known place, this house has been abandoned for a while, so you have been using it from time to time during daylight. It's just a bit fixed, mostly because you took that as a hobby, to fix places like Karaku would want them. Also, at times you get a homeless person inside, after they found out the place was fixed and the door open. Nice dinner.

But the important thing is the lovely, young, energetic and horny guy in your arms. You made sure to treat him nice, as you had a nice place for him to lie back and take your gentle bites and licks. You made sure to switch between the softness and the feral need to have him, he always enjoyed both types of attention. Sometimes a bite made him bleed, and the savir of his blood excited several parts of you, but this is yohr lover, your husband, not some cheap meal. You loved him as such that night, no matter how his taste woke up your instincts to feed.

You drank a bit of his blood, but besides that? You kept your teeth out of his skin, licked the wounds clean and made sure he was able to sleep. He got tired quickly, but he probably lasted more than most humans, just less than he would as a demon, with unlimited endourance and stamina. But he sleeps soundly, hugging the pillow, slightly smiling in his dreams as he nuzzles himself against the matress. You just stay awake, watching him as you take some stolen money to get him something to eat... some sweet and a tea of a conventional store... yeah, it should probably do, you are giving it to Karaku. Not exactly a very picky eater, as long as he can gain pleasure for it...

But besides that, you watches sleep, you even got to pet softly his head without waking him up, for a while you did fear the he would. It's so real it almost feels like it isn't, you feared it wouldn't be for a long time due Karaku's nature as a Blood Demon Art. He should not have pwned a soul to begin with, and you have no idea how he managed to reincarnate with the rest of the clones, but he did. And you are glad, so glad part of you considers keeping him there forever. Karaku would not suffer living in bed, in the past he enjoyed the times you took over a house after eating the residents, rolling in bed and messing around between sessions, letting you spoil him rotten. The would be some playful complains of being bored without your company, since he gad nothing to do, but Karaku always adores a lot of attention.

"Good morning." You speak only after he stretched his arms, sitting on the beddings, eyes still tired, even if he has slept a lot. He slowly yawns and stretches, waking up at his own pace as he groans, rubbing his eyes and neck, whining and flinching every time he touches a bitemark. After a few seconds that he also grabs his head, he takes a deep breath before talking. "Sorry, I think I drank too much last night, I don't even remember your name.... mine if we introduce each other again?" You both do, as you hand him his breakfast, he smiles as he grabs the bun and cold tea. "Thanks." Curtains protect you from the sun, so you keep yourself relaxed.

Then he check his mini-picture box, then suddenly stands up alarmed as he looks for his clothes on the floor. "Oh, shit! Sekido's been calling me, he's gonna be so mad! Sorry handsome, I must go home!" You can't follow him as Karaku leaves in a hurry, but thankfuly, he comes back a few weeks later, on a weekend night. He has some bandages on the neck and smells like medical lotions, he looks a bit ashamed. "Hey, sorry I left like that, I didn't even give you my number and couldn't find you in social media, but I really liked that night together, even if you fucked me up." He laughts about it before murmuring "I looked as if you were trying to eat me."

You only look at him while you hide from the sun in a corner, as Karaku gets close. "You were. Weren't you." The tone changes completely as he frowns. "... You know what I am?" You ask after a pause, the expresion in his face softens up, but he is still weary. "I searched for you, but when I did the research based on location, I only found news of missing people. Some memories of that night started clipping together, telling me that it wasn't that I drank too much. You just aren't human." He talks a lot, and you listen, you always enjoyed listening to him.

"Then why come directly to me at night? Aren't you afraid I might do something to you?" You stand up and walk around Karaku, being slow to not stratle him or scare him, but make specific movements that show a bit of your nature. He doesn't relent, even as he finds himself cornered, hands in his pockets. "Would you believe me if I said the sex was good?" As a first motive yes, but with his new information... Karaku is not stupid, no matter what Sekido says, your husband can take care of himself and is aware of his doings. "And the second reason?" You lean into the wall against Karaku's back, using your arm to corner him, showing your eyes and fangs.

"Because I know you like me too. So, I come to you, and you don't get into my life near my family and friends. Deal?" He stretches his hands, and for a second you feel like those tales where spirits make deal with mortals, usually tricking them. But you have no reason to trick or lie to Karaku. "Let me take care of you, come here weekly, you won't regret it." And you close the deal.

That interaction made clear that the other clones would come first, which is something weird but acceptable, specially since Karaku continues to visit. And you continue to treat both your husband and yourself. He might stop coming one day, once he grows to old to keep up with you, but until then, he is all yours. And you will take your husband.

Urogi:

The smell of joy lures you in.

You found him sleeping on a tree beside a bird nest, with a book of birds and a notebook that he was salivating under his face. You can see it clearly from below, and you are well aware... the branch he is on will not tolerate your weight, it's a miracles he has tolerated him. Or so you thought until you jumper and grabbed him. He is so light. He used to weight a lot more in the past, now he feels like a feather of his wings... then again, he doesn't have wings anymore. 2 limbs less... of course he weights less. It's... you don't like it. It feels as if Urogi was mutilated, eternaly so, as if someone cut his wings and the never grew back. You don't like it.

Yo treat him softly as he hugs you in his sleep, getting himself all over you and drooling still. You pet the back of his head, smelling him, inhaling the scent of wildness and several hormones that make joy, that is still in him, thankfully. But you do miss the talons and fands, usually urogi would rip off the skin on your back while sleeping like this, head burried in your thighs, but no. Nothing. You can't imagine an Urogi that doesn't play wild and hurts things on the process, and Urogi that is naturally gentle and soft instead of having to be extra careful to be gentle and soft. Still, you would not trade having him with you for anything.

Once there is only an hour left for the sun to rise, you decide to cup his face and lick his cheeks, he always enjoyed that sort of animalistic care, and the fact that he is giggling let's you know that hasn't changed. He wakes up slowly, and it takes him a few seconds to flinch and draw back, realizing his situation as he blushes. Cute. Back then Urogi knew little about shame, but it seems that now is easier to get him embarrassed. That is new.

"Hey... hey... sorry, what happened?" He is clearly clueless, but it usually never bothered him to be like that. "You fell asleep." You tell him simply, and he looks around not knowing ehat to say or how to say it. This level of awareness in Urogi is weird. "Don't think too much about it, it's alright. I don't mind. You don't have to "behave" around me." Sakido always said Urogi had to behave better, yes, but you genuinely never minded. You were always happy with your husband being himself, and slowly he relax, believing what you are saying. He has always been distracted and you can see he is tired in his eyes, just waking up, so that amd the darkness probably don't let him realize that you are not human. "Let me take you home." Does this count as abusing that?

But he dows let you take him home, and since then you go there every night, evading the rest of the clones only to see him, jumping through the window and talk with him. Urogi is lively, as he talks about his restrictions that are imposed as an individual of a society and damn, it does sounds boring. You can't imagine having to adapt to the like of a crowd, and yet humans willingly subject themselves to that. Until now Sekido and Zohakuten (yes, the boy is also here) have almost discovered you, but... you are enjoying being Urogi's secret, being a part of him that doesn't belong to anyone else.

"What are you exactly? I know you won't hurt me, but you never are around in daylight, you have fangs and claws, and I don't think I ever daw you eat or drink anything." He asks one night. "Aren't you afraid of the answer?" You ask softly, being the first time he confronted you, and the fact that he is doing it so relaxed, it seems weird. This time not in Urogi standards, but in human ones. "Not really. I think you are a nice guy. I mean, you could have hurted anyone here with those traits of yours, and yet, you are always careful and gentle." ... You have no idea if he should know about your diet now. You also have no idea if you should be glad he is as trusting as back then or to worry about it. As a demon, Urogi could afford to be trusting, if anything happened he would heal. Right now? He could get hurt, and badly.

"From now on, I will take care of you and protect you." You don't feel the need to tell anything else to him, Urogi has always been a demon more of actions than words, more as an animal than a person. You always loved him like that. You think he understand what you mean, as you keep nuzzling him, licking him and cuddling with him, and the taste and scent he has is just wonderful. But... with the lack of wings you don't dare to hurt him, because part of you feels something is wrong still. You can't get used to see him like this and probably never will.

Still, you continue to visit and take care of him as you promise. You have no idea what he told the others and honestly, you don't care, he is yours and you are his. And he starts to grow, he buys his own house one day, after some years of work, the others still visit him but besides those days, you stay with him in his new house all the time. Half of the place is nitty and well taken care of, half of it is a mess for you both. Dirt, plants and other onjects making it feel more wild, more Urogi's taste. You really wish you could give him back his demons form, specially his wings everytime he looks at birds. He deserves to fly, to be free, but.... how are you supposed to risk him?

The guilt of his new state doesn't wash out ever, you are always too gentle with him, to the point you doubt he will ever find out about your true nature. The one that wants to bite, to scratch the same way it wants to be bitten snd scratched. But you want him, and you will take him anyway you can.

"I love you." He tells you frequently, and you always answer to that. "I love you too, my Baby Bird." You repreat as you watch him grow old. Maybe one day you might build enough courage to tell him you could turn him... maybe. For now, the constant smell of joy is enough to cheer you up.

Aizetsu:

The smell of sorrow lures you in.

Aizetsu looks so cute sleeping, you had to use the other clones to find him, since he doesn't go out at night. Not ever, since he usually takes care of Zohakuten (that's weird, Zohakuten of all demons needing a babysitter. Then again, he is not the most powerful clone of Upper Four anymore, but a child.) while Sekido tries to keep Urogi and Karaku out of trouble. It's not that different from back then, Aizetsu hated going outside and separating to fight, you are well aware having you made him more eager to have his own being, only to be with you. He has always been a sweet little thing.

He looks so vulnerable, and now that you watch him sleep, a traitorous part of you whispers temptations of touching and grabbing his skin, just to feel the contact, but beyond that, to sink your teeth on him. You want to put your mouth all over Aizetsu, to lick him, to nibble him, to kiss him and to bite him, everything you always did as you hug him and hold him. He is so beautiful, it almost feel like a sin to not take advantage as your instincts urge you. But you don't you only watch him, wondering if you should wake him up or continue to watch him like this.

Zohakuten has almost catched you a few times, it doesn't really surprise you, you know who he used to be. You still find it weird. How are they all of them alive? They are a Demon Blood Art, they should not have owned a soul to reincarnate with, and yet, here they are. Could it be Hantengu's soul fragmented? Is that even possible? It's not like you could ask, nowadays the world relies less in the spiritualism and more on the technoly and production. Not that it bothers you, it means the slayers are gone for good, as they should be. Still, sometimes you wonder what would happen if you gave Aizetsu a bit of your blood as he sleeps, to make him back as he used to be... but with this new condition, it might not work, but there is no day you don't think about it.

One night, as you get inside Aizetsu's room... you notice he is awake, but pretending to be asleep. His heartbeats and breaths tell you as much. For a time, you wonder if you should leave, but... you don't, you stay and even become more daring, as you pat his head softly. You can feel him tense up, then easing up, still wanting to pretend to be asleep. You don't keep it for too long, you even leave earlier than usual, but... you want to have Aizetsu getting used to you, and the idea you are not going to hurt him, but you are not leaving either.

"Who are you?" He asks one night, almost whispering, as he acts as if he was still pretending to be asleep, covered by the mattress in the beddings. "My name is Y/N." Is all you say, you can tell he is upset, has no idea what to do or what to say. "... What do you want from me?" He says after some seconds of silence in that same tone, and you also wait to answer. You want to say a lot, but also nothing at all. Because most of what happened, the fact that you both lost everything, hurts. You know he will pity you, that is his nature, and you don't want him to. You want him to love you, or at least accept you.

"I am someone who always wants to see you and cherish you." Is all you say, and both of you keep quiet. Pther nights you had to leave for Aizetsu to be able to sleep, not being able to relax enough with your presence. This time? He falls asleep with you there, and you can't fight the temptation of kissing his ear. It might not even be that he trusts you, but him being exhausted. Still, it makes you happy, for him to be able to let his guard down for you. You love this man, your husband, and you will find several ways to tell him that.

You keep it up, he asks questions, still hiding under the bed. Sometimes he answers yours, but he needs to form courage to actually face what you are. That, or he still needed to settle with the idea, since you are sure he doesn't believe in spirits. "What are you? And answer me for real. Don't tell me anything cheesy or creepy. What the hell are you?" He asks, and you don't really know how to say everything you need to explain it. After a few seconds of silence, he gets impatiend and finally sits on the bed, completely showing his face, a sleepy yet upset face no less. You look at him, his eyes don't glow in the dark, and only the pupil is blue...

"I'm a demon." Like he used to be, that only makes him more upset. "That doesn't exist." Is frustrating how he is denying the obvious, you are not human, and he knows that already. You sit in the bed besides him, making sure to show your fangs as you open your mouth to speak. "I am a demon, and your husband." You say everything, and honestly? By the end of it, Aizetsu is crying. You have no idea if it's because of the frustration of the situation, if it is because he pities you or if it's just a reaction because he is tired and always sad, since he was always sad before. You just hug him, and start to kiss his face and lick his tears up.

You end up pinning him into the bed, cuddling with him until Aizetsu falls asleep. You keep doing this, but from now on is Aizetsu who talks, who says what he is feeling before breaking into tears and let you comfort him until he falls asleep. He seems better, less sad each time, and you don't know how to feel about that. And yet, you always take care of him, and you will until he dies. The say he buys his own home, you get in and never get out.

"I am yours and you are mine." You whisper against his sken as he sleeps over you, you will continue to take care of him until he dies. Then... you will go back to the nothing but loss you had of life before meeting him again. Loss in a world that is changing while you are alone. Like Aizetsu always said, it's... so sad, pathetic... it makes you sad. But you will live.

[creepyyanderegirl]

Sharing is Caring Chapter 1: Opening Scene

(I am rewriting Scream with a yandere twist. TW: Death,mention of death,gore,violence and swearing.)

Casey Becker was at her house enjoying the night. She was eating popcorn and watching a movie. When her phone started ringing. She picked it up.

"Hello." she said. The other end of the phone started breathing heavily.

"Steve?" Casey asked. The other end just kept breathing.

"Steve call back. I'm not getting anything from your end." Casey said as she hung up the phone. She went back to the movie.

The phone rang again. Casey answered it. "Hey." she said. Once again the only thing heard from the other end was heavy breathing. Casey hung up.

She was getting annoyed. The phone rang again.

"Listen bastard." Casey said. "No you listen you little slut. I'm gonna gut you like a fish." the voice said.

"Leave me alone." Casey said. Casey was now terrified. The other end just laughed.

"Turn on the patio light." the voice said. Casey walked slowly to the back door and turned on the light.

Steve's dead corpse was outside on a chair. Casey let out a scream of terror and started crying. The voice just chuckled. "Your next." the voice said. Then the phone hung up.

Casey threw the phone. She then ran around her house making sure the doors were locked. After she checked every door she went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife.

Ghost face broke in through a window and tackled Casey. Casey dropped her knife. She struggled against his grip.

She managed to get out and run away. Though ghost face chased after her. He grabbed her tightly.

He cut her neck. Cutting off her vocal cord. She laid on the ground and tried to crawl away.

Ghost face raised his knife. Taking in the fear in her eyes. Ghost face stabbed her heart.

He hung her corpse on a tree next to Steve's.

(I know this isn't the nest writing but the story will get better. This also is my first time writing death/killing.Also I'm starting to write longer content.)

[midnightsequia]

Killing Dead - JTK

You find yourself tagging along with the man who was suppose to kill you that night. Instead you ended up saving his life and now you two are surviving together during the end of the world. Follow along as this unlikely duo shred through the undead and come to terms with their own feelings.

Chapter 1: Unwelcome Encounters

"So you're not going to kill me?" You watched the intruder stalk around your house looking at pictures that were on the walls and scoffing at the picture of you and your friends.

"No." He went to the windows to lock them and the street lights illuminated his snow white skin.

"Then why are you here?" Laughing to yourself when you walk over to lock your door. What a mess this is, you were stabbed and killed someone all in the same night.

"Well, I did come to kill you. But I'm out of the mood anymore, I mean I almost died." He closed your curtains to the windows and strode over to your couch which he plopped down on so hard the couch bounced on the wall it was close to. "It's like being horny you get in the mood and then some dipshit cock blocks you, or the person you're with isn't into it and it's just a real dick softener." He threw his knife onto the table, a little offended he didn't think to keep that on his person in your presence. Like you weren't a threat even with your gun.

"Oh! Okay then." You left the room heading into the kitchen to grab a snack and a drink to help process what was happening. "Do you want something to drink?" You grabbed a string cheese and a glass of water for yourself and the new man in your life. "I got you this anyway." He eyed the glass when you put it down on the table next to his knife covered in blood. You brought a stool from the kitchen and placed it between the couch and the door to sit on it. A distance away from him because he could still get "in the mood" to kill you.

"What the fuck is going on." He rubbed his face and grumbled out some string of curse words. He was having a melt down in your living room. You on the other hand were riding on the decline from your adrenaline rush. Staring off into nothing in particular, until you snuck a glance at the corpse next to the stairs. Your intruder was originally blocking the dead man when he walked up stairs so this was the first look you really had at him. His shirt was torn and covered in blood, his eyes were bloodshot and foggy as if he were blind, hands and mouth also covered in blood.

"Have you not been watching the news?!" You snapped back at him. You realized what was happening now. "They have been saying for a few says that the city underfell an outbreak of some kind... I don't know of what exactly," you got up with shaky hands, you felt something wet drip from your shoulder down your arm. You forgotten you got stabbed. "Shit." The wound was on your dominant arms shoulder if things couldn't be any worse. You had to make your way into the bathroom upstairs without stumbling down and right onto the body of the man who you had shot.

"Like rabies?" You watched the man  go into your kitchen and open your fridge. "You really have nothing to drink?" He's acting like this isn't serious, and it was beginning to frustrate you.

"How can you be so detached from reality you aren't aware of what is happening? What even is your name?" You raised the vomit down in the drain and rinsed your face. He started laughing maniacally.

"You think I'm out of touch?! Are you serious? You don't even know who I am?" He dramatically leaned down laughing and slapped his leg.

"What are you talking about?!" He stood and wiped a fake tear from his eye.

"I'm only the main story every night," He stood tall with his arms crossed over his chest. "I'm basically a celebrity. "Mr. Sandman" is what they were calling me for a while," He stared at you expecting things to click. All you could do was shrug your shoulders and shake your head. "I couldn't stand them calling me that though so I came clean with only my first name, that was the biggest news story since Bundy!" You were racking your brain for any familiarity. Once a few weeks ago a coworker had mentioned seeing a lunatic with a carved smile and wide eyes. But you could pull nothing more than that. And now you have said lunatic inside your home trying to convince you he is a celebrity. "I know you." Those words sent a chill down your spine.

"Care to elaborate?" You regained your composure, mimicking his upright posture and crossing your arms. He was not much taller than you but you still had to angle your neck to look at him.

"I know your friends. Your job. Your.. Well I wouldn't want to spoil it." His eyes looked you up and down. "You're a sweet one I can tell. Go get yourself patched up and we can work out a deal here." He turned his attention now to your cabinets.

"I saved your life the least you can do is patch me up." You have no idea what had come over you to say that. Was it because you don't know how? Possibly. But also you could barely see him standing four feet in front of you, and it's been long enough that you've lost a good amount of blood.

"You don't know how to do you?" He sighed and surprisingly agreed. "But you have a fair point." He lead you to your bathroom and sat you down on the toilet. "Take your shirt off." Your thoughts were not coherent. Who was this man? Why is he in your house?!

"Whats going on?" Your voice felt so distant. You felt something cold on your arm, catching your attention you looked down. Terror was the only thing running through your mind. Your other hand went up to the wound, but was stopped by someone else.

"Don't touch it." The man snapped at you, he didn't have a lot of knowledge about bandaging someone up. What he did know was just basic stitching and wrapping from one of his friends who was tired of helping him. His hand let go of you, "I need you to take your shirt off. Not in some creepy fucking I don't know creep way I guess. Just take it off so I can see the wound." You finally complied and slowly took the shirt off. The stab wound was not as deep as he was expecting, but was still in a place that would hinder them for a day or two.

"Who are you?" You finally asked, slightly slurring your words.

"Jeff." He had what he needed and sat down on the edge of the tub to get a better look at you. And you gasped.

"Oh my god." You don't know why it took you so long to realize that he was 'Jeff the Killer' "Are you gonna kill me?" You tried to stand to get away but with barely any force he had pushed you back down. And with no warning given, he plunged the needle and thread into your shoulder and began stitching. Leading you to scream in pain. "Why are you doing this to me?!" Jeff was ignoring your cries and questions, wanting to focus more on the task at hand. His mind couldn't stop but wander to the walking corpse that had come up behind him. This person saved him even though he was going to kill them? What psycho does that?! And they let him live and gave him a glass of water. But the least Jeff could do was stitch them, and use them for information.

You on the other hand were white knuckle gripping the bathroom counter. Your memories were blurry, trying to get your barings and recall what had happened in the last few hours.

You sat on your couch in the living room listening to the TV while on your phone scrolling through social media. Not aimlessly, but because of the recent outbreak. Some virus had hit your major city and some rural parts of the state that your friends and family live near or in. Leaving you to worry,  what if one of them got sick or hurt? You weren't sure but you had heard that the sickness was causing people to bite others so hard  that a chunk of flesh comes out. Or that it turns you into a cannibal? You weren't too sure, it hasn't gotten to where you are, yet, and no one near by has seen any accounts of it. "Case number 59 reported downtown today, as you can see I am in full hazmat, protected from the sick. Behind me is the quarantine zone of all those infected. Today we are recording live how they safely transport the sick inside the zone." With nothing new coming from your feed, you switched your attention to the TV. A group of 6 or 7 men were escorting a larger man, who was barely able to move his own two feet, into the cage they called a zone.

Something to your right fell over off the window sill. It startled you, you could have sworn you closed the window all the way. Lately the window had been getting stuck open just a little, barely noticeable, but when the slightest breeze comes by it knocks over everything. You got up to close the window, picking up the small picture frame you had there. You and your parents, shattered on the wooden floor. You're gonna have to get another one, you bent down and started to pick up the pieces.

Behind you and down the hall a door closed. You put the pieces on an end table next to the couch and went to investigate. It was your bedroom door, you must have left your window open there too and a draft closed the door.

"Sir, do you need to sit down? Sir-" on the TV you could hear panic and then the emergency broadcast sound. "Attention. This is an emergency. All citizens must evacuate the city. If you are in..."  The broadcast listed names of cities and evacuation routes.

Someone could be in your house too and now in your laundry room. It was dark outside so you couldn't tell if it was windy, someone could have easily snuck in. Now thinking about it, your house wasn't Fort Knox, and someone could easily open a window and let themselves in. Especially there. You stood next to your stair case, if there was an intruder you could run upstairs and grab your gun. It wasn't anything fancy, just a little pistol for defense. Slowly, you made your way up the stairs. One of the steps creaked and echoed through the house. Quickening your pace now, you heard footsteps coming towards you.

"Oh, you're a smart one aren't ya." You heard him behind you now. You let out a little yelp when launching into your room and dove to get your gun. Making sure it's loaded, six bullets.

The man was creeping up to your room. His footsteps softening as he got closer, the door was slightly ajar. "I know you're in there." He started calling out your name. Did you know him? Who would do such a thing?

Thinking quickly, you slid behind the door so when he opened it you would be hidden. You heard him let out a chuckle and  the door creak open, "Come on... why don't you come out and make this easier for both of us?" There was a crash downstairs again. You felt as if your whole house was falling apart at the seams.

He stepped inside. He was taller than you by about an inch or two, long dark hair and a stained hoodie. You couldn't see his face yet, when he was a few feet into the room you hit the back of his head with the pistol and ran out the room. You attempted to slam the door shut when leaving but he ripped the door out of your hand slamming the door open instead.

"Oh fuck."  You raised your gun. He was covered in blood, head to toe. He got low and darted towards you, in a blur he pinned you to the wall with his arm across your shoulders and knife to your throat.

"I'll enjoy..ripping into you." He licked his teeth and got close to your face. His hot breath was tickling your cheek, you craned your neck accidentally cutting yourself on it. Not deep but still stings. "Ahh now, don't spoil the fun." He removed the knife and placed the tip of it on your shoulder pinning you down with it. He removed his arm from your shoulders and glided his thumb along your neck gathering blood. "So warm." He pouted, almost entranced.

"You.. sicko!" You spat on him. His smile was being forced into a frown. He put more of his weight onto the knife, it went deeper into your shoulder causing you to scream in pain and squeezing your eyes shut.

There was a thud from the stairwell catching your intruders attention. You mustered all your strength to push him off of you but nothing worked, he only dug deeper. "You brat!" Along with pushing deeper he spat on your face. "I'm gonna make sure this knife goes all the way through." His lips were basically touching your nose at this point. You tried to bring your gun all the way up to his chin, your arm was pinned at an awkward spot.

The weight on the knife doubled and the man pinning you down cursed loud and was yanked away. You screamed bloody murder from the pain. Your eyes scanned everything to see what was happening, then you saw it. Behind the one stabbing you, was a larger man pulling the intruders hair and cranking his neck to the right. "What the fuck!?"

The man was covered in blood and had bite marks on his wrists and his head was almost coming off. "No fucking way." With no hesitation you shot the man attacking your intruder. Your aim was minimal due to your injury and you had shot his side, his grip loosened on the intruder and turned to you next. You raised the gun again trying to steady the weight with your non dominant hand. Your intruder stabbed the knife that was once in you into the dead man walking. It slowed him enough for you to shoot. And you did.

You shot his head and he was sent backwards into the intruder, who had moved out of the way and pushed him down the stairs.

"Oh my god."  You both had said, looking down at the twitching bloodied mess below. Your heart was beating out of your chest, you looked over to your intruder. His mouth was agape and had a hand on his forehead. Part of you wanted to ask if he was okay but you realized that's a little strange since he tried killing you and probably still will. You raised your gun to him one more time.

"Get the fuck. Out of my house."

Ch2 < for chapter 2!!

Thank you for reading!! I've had this idea for a while now and I've been just writing little blurbs every once in a while but I'm watching The Walking Dead again and it got me super inspired so here we are with hopefully 🤞 ! A fanfic lmao. Let me know what I could improve on! <3

[breyito]

Raze your past, forge your future

TITLE: Raze your past, forge your future AUTHOR/ARTIST: @breyito (read also on AO3) SUMMARY: When Jason first got back to Gotham and put that bomb under the Batmobile, he didn't change his mind. WORD COUNT: 1,151 FANDOM: Batman - All Media Types | Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010) | Red Hood: Lost Days | Batman (Comics) RELATIONSHIPS: Talia al Ghul & Jason Todd & Damian | WayneJason Todd & Bruce Wayne TRIGGERS/WARNINGS: Jason Todd-centric, Jason Todd Deserves Better, BAMF Jason Todd, Dead Joker RATING: Teen and up ADDITIONAL NOTES: Hello again! LONG time no see lmao New series, huge love for my favorite character lol Today I'm in a much better mood than usual, so you get some humor, some vengance and some fluff! (It's been such a long time since I've written fluff omg) Enjoy!

When Jason first got back to Gotham and put that bomb under the Batmobile, he came this close to changing his mind, to let all the effort he spent crawling under the chassis of that monster of a car go to waste. His fingers clenched and his fists shook and he almost threw the remote far away from him the minute he saw Batman emerging from the shadows. But, in the end, he didn't. And he thanked his lucky stars he hadn’t smashed that control to bits the moment he decided Bruce wasn’t dying tonight. 

Now, that was mainly because Joker was out of Arkham (again) and Batman and his new Robin were on the case (again). The new Dynamic Duo had just arrested him and locked him in the cage in the back of the car and...well, Jason was only human, but he recognized the signs of a heaven sent gift. He saw the perfect opportunity and took it. How could he possibly refuse this? Not only would the bomb get rid of that pest , it would also scare the cuckoo birdie to high heaven and it would drive Batman crazy . He would obsess over the bomb and how it bypassed his security, how he didn't notice anything amiss, how vulnerable his system was, how it could have ended his and his little cuckoo’s lives…but mostly, he would wonder, forever (or until Jason revealed himself) , who had done it.

He needed to create a quick distraction on their way out of the city. Jason knew the route they would take like the palm of his hand, so it wasn’t difficult to steal a bike and surpass them, to gather supplies. His info on the comings and goings of the city might not be up to par with the Bats, but he had done his homework and read up about it on his way here. And he knew exactly which happy trigger thugs were gonna help him kill the clown.

A couple of quick blown up Molotov cocktails in between those gang territories and the goons were going at it with gusto. Batman, being the meddling nosy bastard he is, had to leave the car to minimize loss of life. But he also left cuckoo-Robin behind. So Jason needed to up his game. He did this by throwing a Molotov filled with sand and dish soap directly at the Bat, so that it clung to whatever material the new uniforms were made of. 

Of course, Robin immediately jumped to his aid. The only reason he didn't barbecue the cuckoo bird too was that he wanted all the attention to be on the clown's death, and nothing else, the cuckoo-Robin was just so lucky tonight. . 

“One way ticket to Hell, coming right up.” As soon as the kid was out of range Jason activated the bomb. “Rest in pieces but never in peace.”

The Batmobile went flying sky high and the charred clown's body was expelled from the windows (as in, from several windows because the corpse was in several parts) to complete and utter silence. The whole city went deadly quiet for a whole minute. He could practically feel the disbelief everyone exuded when that fuckers head (green hair unmistakable) went thud-thud-roll until it stopped at Batman’s left boot. Not even in his dreams the outcome could have been better, it was like it had been rehearsed or some shit. 

Jason had to stay very still and very silent, swallowing up his laughter at the two heros’ faces. Then the ambulances came and the chaos re-started. Jason bolted from the apartment window he had been waiting on and onto his bike and lost himself in the crowd trying to flee the scene as to not be next (ah, gotta love the old Gotham’s instinct to go to ground and mind your own business when the Bat was on the scene and causing explosions) to one of his safe houses.

He had had four he was sure no one knew about, having set them up as an exercise in stealth and backup plans, and this was the nearest and most complete one. He plugged the ancient computer there and linked it to several proxy servers to make sure it couldn’t be traced back to this address (at least not that quickly). Reaching into his jacket, pulled several credit cards he had ‘liberated’ from assholes since he had landed in Gotham (it was instinct, alright? It’s not like any of them will actually miss the money that much) and he bought half a dozen suspicious plane tickets to several destinations for that night. Still, he cleaned up every trace of Bat related stuff in the apartment, leaving it looking like a normal space instead of a husk, just in case. By then, it was already mid morning, so he left for another one of his safe houses. He hunkered down there and sneaked his way out of Gotham into Bludhaven three days later. From there he took a train to New York, mingling with a bunch of college students. From New York he flew to England, on the periphery of a similar-looking family.  Once in England he slept for almost a day and then took another plane to Nepal and then, finally , managed to get to Nanda Parbat. And to Talia. 

Much to his surprise, he had managed to impress her. Ra's too, although the old goat wouldn’t admit it (still, Jason could feel the assessing looks the man threw his way; it always made the hair on his neck stand up). As a reward for killing Batman's ‘greatest enemy’ right under his nose and getting away with it, he got to choose his training and teachers within the League of Shadows and outside of it. 

But best of all, he got introduced to Damian and became an older brother. His murder tour went way better with a little brother to impress. He took more breaks to be able to play with his baby brother and teach him some things here and there.  Damian was an entitled little shit, but had a soft soul that he showed only to those he loved (and to animals, he just loved animals) and Jason quickly became one of those. He cherished the time spent with his new little family, and after every monstrous teacher he got rid of, he could rest and recover with them. 

Without the menacing shadow of his murderer closing in on him and the knowledge that even without his father’s love he still has worth, his time in the All-Caste was much more healing. His favorite memory turns out to be the first time he woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night to Talia singing a lullaby in Arabic and Damian on his chest, hugging him with his stuffed lion in the middle.

Life was good.

END NOTES: (Turns out *not* having your murderer roam free can do wonders for your sleep and self-esteem. Even if you had to get rid of it yourself.) (He gets re-introduced to them as Damian’s brother and Constantine's student, when some magical emergency occurs and Damian is the only one in the family with a contact he can reach immediately. Damian, who had thought his introduction to the Wayne family at the hands of his brother had made things very clear -even if Jason had been wearing full tactical gear at the time, it was so obvious- in the ‘Jason is alive’ front gets a blast out of their reactions. Jason is less amused by the tears and all the holes poked into him; but gets over it when he gets to save the Dick, the Cuckoo and the Bat using his magic and his All-Blades. He basks in the knowledge that Bruce’s disdain for magic is also bullshit and he got to *prove it* to him.) (The bomb case goes unsolved for years. Jason never brought it up cause he thought they had put 2+2 together when they got the dates of his resurrection and his methods became a *discussion*; but the truth is it didn't even occur to them. It’s hilarious in a sad sort of way and Jason feels the title of ‘greatest detective’ should be revoked, honestly.)

Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it!

[leseigneurdufeu]

OK so.

Abed had a breakdown in which he saw everything in claymation. Went catatonic at this occasion. He is apparently capable of making other people experience hallucinations (Annie in the dreamatorium, and let's not forget Jeff imagined the dark counterparts exactly like Abed did). He created a mafia family just to get more chicken (and because it was cool). Only one not affected by the craziness beam of the glee club teacher or the dean in Documentary: Redux, and is capable of sitting 26h without reacting and make other people have breakdowns just watching/listening to him (Britta, Duncan, that one teacher studying who's the boss, Duncan again...), unwillingly manipulated Jeff into revealing his biggest insecurities...

and he is the SANEST person in the group. Though no. He's the one with the least homicidal tendencies, not necessarily the sanest.

and you know what? it checks out!

Jeff is a sociopath who was ready to falsely accuse a man of human trafficking (20-to-life sentence) just so he would stop crashing on his couch, (kinda) manipulated Chang into thinking he could stay in his baby's life after the birth if he stopped crashing on his couch, assaulted other members of the group (Pierce at the hospital, the Dean at the karaoke bar, among other occasions, I'm sure I'm forgetting a few), attacked them with a fire axe yelling that the table was magic, admitted to "shielding rich people from justice" when he was a lawyer, thinks he's God, committed crimes outlawed by the Geneva convention while in a hallucination.

Britta threw a corpse through a window on accident, threw a brick on purpose through an office window, does drugs, is almost exclusively attracted to weird guys (an antique smuggler, a junkie who defenestrated himself, Vaughn, Blade, the pizza guy, Lukas...), came up with plans ranging from "weaponize a friend's absence of social filter to harass a bunch of girls" to "pimp another friend to a woman in order to ruin her son's life". She goes hysterical during the Lava episode. She arguably sleeps with Jeff so she could beat him at paintball. She tries to gaslight a friend into thinking he didn't walk in on Jeff and her. She forced everyone to tell horror stories to know which one of them was a psychopath and only realized she might be the one when they told her she had turned in her test too.

Troy is usually a sweet guy but he did a few things that could qualify as harassment (naming the monkey Annie's Boobs, or creating that twitter account to make fun of Pierce, for example) and also he challenged a guy to a death match! (but he did spare the guy's life).

Pierce invited all the group on two separate occasions just so he could mess with them (the hospital, and the halloween). He dressed as Patrick Bateman without even meaning to for a business meeting. He set up a friend to "die" (well, be shot at paintball) out of jealousy. He broke his word multiple times ("lemme bounce or i tell everyone about the trampoline" - bounces and tells everyone anyway). SUED a friend. The eulogy he gave at his dad's funeral ended by "but you're dead, and i'm alive, which means i win. suck it!". Assaulted who he thought was his father (but was a colonel sanders atari cartouche on a screen).

Shirley was onboard with getting Chang incarcerated for life (before he became even crazier, that was the time he was trying to be useful and nice). She assaulted multiple people. She has a past as a bully. She took her issues with Andre on Slater's car. She recognized she used guilt as a manipulation tactic, also used a few other tactics on some of her friends. Still, she's trying to be better.

Annie was completely down with faking her own murder to multiple people, and with torturing people mentally (Duncan experiment). She did other stuff but I'm pretty sure that's good enough for this list.

Chang is Chang, Pelton is a stalker and a blackmailer.

Abed is actually the less physically violent of the group.

[mlmxreader]

Music In The Air | Rodolfo Parra x m!reader

@guardkeywolf asked: "It's four in the morning. Fuck off and go to sleep."

Rudy X Male Reader where Rudy, Alejandro, and Male Reader all have a sleepover (bc why not) and the Male reader has to listen to his boyfriend and bestie sing California Girls or you can pick the song

summary: it’s not often that you, Alejandro and Rodolfo are able to see each other for an extended period of time, but when you do, it’s always something to remember. 

tws: alcohol consumption, drunkenness, swearing, smoking

In all honesty, you did love it when Alejandro came to visit you and Rodolfo while you had some downtime at home; you loved to sit back with him and your boyfriend and to have a good damn time, even if you all knew that it wouldn’t last long. Hearing them talk about their old neighbourhood, about where they grew up and the things that they missed about when they were younger whilst you drank and sang and danced in the kitchen until the early hours of the morning. Sitting back and relaxing, only to get up when a certain song played, one that you all wanted to dance to; you knew, if you were at base and the one four one were nearby, then by around midnight, Price would have banged on the door and demanded that you calm yourselves down and that you turn the volume of the music down. You were thankful that the neighbours you and Rodolfo had were alright, and that they understood that it wasn’t a regular occurrence - it was just a little reunion between friends who very rarely saw one another… or at least, you and Alejandro rarely saw one another. Between what he and Rodolfo were doing for work, and between your employment on the HMS Raleigh, you hardly ever saw one another.

Tonight was one of those nights when Alejandro had come to visit, and although the night had started out with the usual music that you often listened to - Sabaton, Rammstein, Sodom, Slayer, Cannibal Corpse, Lorna Shore, among others - somewhere along the lines, someone had changed it to that fucking awful Katy Perry song; with you sat on Rodolfo’s lap, your arm around his neck and your hand lazily resting just below his shoulder, you groaned, and pressed your forehead to his temple as he sang loudly. Alejandro was dancing as he held his drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other, which only made it worse, as while he could sing, he could also belt out a song when he really, really wanted to; it was inescapable, and you groaned loudly as you checked your phone to see what the time was, rolling your eyes when you saw. 

“Sippin' gin and juice, laying underneath the palm trees,” Alejandro sang as if his life was depending on it. “The boys break their necks, tryna creep a little sneak peek - you could travel the world, but nothing comes close to the golden coast, once you party with us, you'll be falling in love!”

“California girls We're unforgettable, Daisy Dukes, Bikinis on top, sun-kissed skin so hot, we'll melt your popsicle,” Rodolfo joined in, grinning from ear to ear. “California girls, we're undeniable, fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock, West Coast represent, now put your hands up!”

You couldn’t stomach any more of that fucking song, you needed it to end before you threw the fucking speaker out of the window; why he couldn’t have chosen something decent, maybe ‘Back To War’ by Sodom, or even ‘B.Y.O.B.’ by System Of A Down, you couldn’t say. 

“Ale!” You shouted over the music, even more difficult when you were trying not to laugh. “It’s four in the morning. Fuck off and go to sleep!”

He laughed, downing his drink before he gently set the glass on the side and approached you and Rodolfo, a grin on his lips and his features burning slightly red as he cleared his throat, his words slightly slurred as they left his mouth, “I will fuck off and go to sleep, when you and Rudy marry, pendejo.”

You grumbled, shaking your head as you dared to reach your hand up and gently card it through Rodolfo’s hair at the back of his head. “You’re gonna be waiting a while - now fuck off to bed.”

“My apologies, Commodore,” he giggled. “I didn’t realise I was being ordered around.” 

“Rudy,” you grumbled. “Tell him.”

Rodolfo cleared his throat, but made no move to get you off of his lap as he looked at Alejandro, doing his best not to smile. “You heard him, Ale - c’mon, it’s getting late, amigo.”

Although he ranked higher, and although he wasn’t keen on being told what to do while he was drunk, Alejandro really was about ready for bed, so he finished his cigarette, chucked it in the ashtray, and made his way to the spare bedroom so he could go lie down for a few hours; all alone, you grabbed Rodolfo’s phone, unlocked it and went to his music library. 

“What’re you in the mood for?”

He shrugged, telling you to put on whatever you wanted, and although he had expected something along the lines of trash or heavy metal, he was pleasantly surprised when you put on Frank Sinatra; the sounds of ‘Fly Me To The Moon (In Other Words)’ filling the room as you got off of his lap, and grinned at him. 

“Remember this one?” You asked, pulling him up to his feet. One hand on his waist, the other still firmly clasping his. 

Rodolfo nodded as he smiled back, putting his hand on your shoulder and letting you lead him. “Of course, mi corazón, como podría olvidarlo? Our first dance together.”

You hummed along, leading him around as you gently moved with the song; but it wasn’t until the chorus started that you couldn’t help but to sing, “fill my heart with song, let me sing for ever more, you are all I long for, all I worship and adore.”

“In other words: please, be true,” Rodolfo whispered, unable to bite back his grin as he pressed his forehead against yours. “In other words, in other words: I love you.”

You let go of his waist, bringing your hand up so that you could gently cup his jaw, laughing softly as you dared to steal a quick kiss. “I love you.”

“Maybe he’s right, corazón,” Rodolfo said quietly, softly, his words mixing and mingling with your breaths where you were so close. “Maybe we should hurry up and get married.”

“Maybe,” you mused. “It’d be nice to hear you call me your husband and, for once, to not have to clarify we’re not actually married yet, but…”

“But?”

“But I can’t get the time off work,” you admitted softly, shaking your head. “I s’pose I could talk to the Rear Admiral and see what he says, but that won’t be until next month.”

“I can wait a month to find out,” Rodolfo admitted. “I’d wait a thousand years if you asked me to… mi corazón es tu corazón, you know that.”

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