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downbad4sylus · 3 months ago

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“I told you already…you are home.”

(part 1, part 2, and part 3)

synopsis: Sylus and Zayne team up to save you from Caleb’s clutches in the final part of the Sylus vs. Caleb series.

content: sylus x afab!reader; use of Y/N; established relationship; tension; angst, lots of angst; caleb acts like caleb but worse; zayne cameo; mention of kidnapping; i don’t want to give too much away in the content, so you’ll just have to read it to find out; mostly proofread

word count: ~6k

tags: @blorbohunter @cordidy @sarangsylus @freddy-2002-blog (those i was unable to tag here, i’ve tried to tag in the replies)

a/n: here it is everyone, the final part :’) thank you to everyone who’s stuck through the journey to get here, i’m sorry it took so long but i wanted to make sure i ended the series the way it deserved. enjoy <3

If he had to reveal his true identity to any of your friends, Sylus was glad it was Zayne. He was the least likely to hand him over to the Association, especially knowing that, as a part of said Association yourself, you hadn’t done so already.

It was a tense ride from the hospital to one of Sylus’s many safe houses throughout Linkon. They said nothing to each other until they reached their destination, and Zayne finally broke the silence after walking through the threshold into Sylus’s high-rise, luxury apartment.

“Do I want to know?” he asked.

Sylus glanced over his shoulder at the doctor. “Would knowing change your willingness to help me?”

“I’m not entirely sure why you brought me along in the first place,” Zayne countered.

Sylus led Zayne to a closed door at the end of a long hallway. He turned, facing him as he crossed his arm. “I brought you along because you care about Y/N as much as I do, and because you have a past with both of them that could be used to our advantage.

“I’ll ask again, Doctor, is knowing going to change anything? Once we walk through this door, there’s no going back.”

Sylus saw the weight of the decision Zayne wrestled with in his hazel gaze. His patience was running thin, rescuing you from the Colonel’s clutches taking up every thought in his mind. It killed him enough to be in this apartment rather than following the tracker attached to your wrist, but he needed a level-headed plan first. The Colonel was intelligent, calculated, he would be anticipating Sylus coming after you, so Sylus needed to be several steps ahead to ensure you made it safety back into his arms.

“No,” the doctor said at last. “It won’t change anything.”

“Good,” Sylus said, spinning on his heel and bursting through the door. “Let’s get to work.”

Following Sylus through the door, Zayne was transported into another world.

Harsh, artificial light illuminated an entire wall full of guns, various crates scattered across the floor in front of them. Across from the array of weapons were numerous computer screens with live CCTV footage from what seemed like every corner of Linkon. Others displayed sets of numbers that meant absolutely nothing to Zayne, or radar-looking gps trackers. Sat at the desk below the screens were two men in matching crow masks.

Their heads turned in unison upon hearing footsteps approaching them.

“Luke, Kieran, this is Doctor Zayne, Y/N’s primary care physician,” Sylus introduced as he stood behind their chairs, red eyes flicking from one screen to another. “Play nice.”

“Yes Boss!” they harmonized.

Zayne was rooted to the ground feet from the trio. “What exactly…is all this?”

Sylus remained silent, too focused on what was in front of him to respond.

“Ever heard of Onychinus?” one of the masked men asked.

Zayne’s stomach dropped.

The other man jerked his thumb back toward Sylus. “That’s our boss.”

Zayne’s eyes widened. You were…dating the leader of Onychinus… The leader of the very organization he’d warned you against becoming a target of all those months ago. The leader currently holding the highest bounty on his head at the Association you worked for. And yet rather than turn him in…you fell in love instead? Zayne couldn’t help but marvel at the strange twist of fate, at the star-crossed lovers who’d still found a way to be together despite living in completely different worlds.

In that moment, Zayne was sure he’d put his faith in the right man. If anyone was going to get you back, to ensure your safe return, it was the man who had no problem doing whatever it took to do so.

“Are we good, Doctor?” Sylus asked, drawing Zayne’s attention.

Zayne met the leader of Onychinus’s striking red eyes. “We’re good.”

Sylus’s lips twitched upward. “Then let’s get to work.”

—

“Caleb!”

Your fists pounded against the locked door.

“Caleb!”

You sounded desperate, calling out Caleb’s name, and you were. The man who was meant to be your childhood best friend had taken you by force, brought you to some undisclosed location, and locked you in this room all alone. There was no way to leave this unassuming bedroom—the door was dead-bolted from the outside, the few windows were barred—and even if you managed to escape, you had no idea where you were and how to get home.

Caleb had you well and truly trapped.

You’d barely spoken during the long drive to your prison, too overwhelmed with emotion to even beg him to let you go. Caleb made futile attempts at normal conversation but had given up rather quickly when he realized you weren’t going to respond.

Now here you were, scared and alone.

Your pounding gradually weakened until you stopped entirely, sliding down the door onto the floor, silent tears doing the same down your face.

You had no idea what Caleb was planning to do with you here. You hoped you knew him well enough to say he’d never hurt you but mere hours ago you would’ve sworn on your Gran’s grave that Caleb would never kidnap you. The fear of the unknown was as overwhelming as your fear for the man himself.

Your fingers twisted the bracelet around your wrist. You wanted Sylus. Was this morning the last time you’d ever see him? Was last night the last time you’d ever fall asleep in his arms? Your last kiss. Your last I love you.

A cry bubbled in your throat and tore free, your shoulders hunching as sobs racked your body.

What if Sylus couldn’t find you? What if, despite all that was available to him, it wasn’t enough? What if you were trapped here forever, forced to live on the hope that you’d one day find your way back to each other?

A soft knock on the door had you scrambling away to the bed in the center of the room, clutching a pillow to your chest as if to shield yourself.

“Pip-squeak? I’m coming in.”

Tears still streamed down your cheeks as Caleb unlocked and opened the door, carefully entering the space. His brow buckled slightly when his eyes fell on you, taking in your wild, defensive appearance.

When he took a small step toward you, every muscle in your body tensed, something he did not miss, so he halted.

Caleb held his hands up in surrender. “I’m not going to hurt you, pips.”

You scowled at him. “Oh you’re not? You don’t think you’ve done enough damage already?”

He flinched. “I’m sorry, Y/N, but I did what I had to in order to get you here. You wouldn’t have come willingly.”

“Of course I wouldn’t have!” you screamed. “You kidnapped me, Caleb!”

“That’s a harsh way of putting it pip-squeak.”

Fury erupted within you. “Harsh?! What the fuck would you call it then, Caleb? After you busted down Zanye’s door, forced him to his knees—our friend—before using your Evol on me in order to get me into your car? Then you drive me to the middle of nowhere and lock me in this fucking room? What the fuck is this other than a kidnapping?”

Caleb squeezed his eyes shut, warring with his own raging emotions. He didn’t want to lose his temper with you, but why was it so hard for you to see what he was doing for you? Why did you have to fight him on every single thing?

He took a steadying breath, knowing he needed to maintain control. “If you could just hear me out…”

“Hear you out? Why? Why would I do that?”

Why did you have to keep yelling at him?

Caleb advanced a few steps and you reacted instantly, snatching the alarm clock from the nightstand and holding it in the air, an unspoken threat. Not that you’d ever hit him, his Evol would ensure that, but it was the fact that you’d even try that sent a pang through his heart.

“Don’t you understand?” he pleaded. “I’m just doing this to keep you safe.”

“I’ve never been less safe than I am in this room with you,” you hissed.

And that did it.

Caleb snapped.

Fear skittered along your bones as Caleb transformed into the fierce, unyielding Colonel.

“You’ve never been less safe?” he questioned, his voice low, tone foreign. “Do you have any idea what I’ve done for you, Y/N? Everything I’ve ever done, my entire life, has been for you. To keep you happy, to keep you safe.

“I think about the past year, all the things I’ve done, staying away to ensure that when I came back for you, you’d be safe from the danger I worked so hard to eradicate for you. And what do you do, Y/N? You fell in love with the leader of Onychinus.”

“What did you expect me to do, Caleb?” you snapped. “I thought you were dead. Did you expect me to mourn you for the rest of my life? To never make another connection to what? Honor your memory? Alive or dead, you don’t fucking control me, Caleb. I’m free to fall in love with whomever I want, leader of Onychinus included.”

Caleb stalked toward you. “You just don’t get it do you? You’re mine. You belong to me. You always have, since we were kids. I’m the only one who knows how to take care of you. I’m the only one who can keep you safe.” He ran a hand through his hair, his face softening as he reached the bed where you’d coward against the headboard. “You’ll come around. We have all the time in the world here, and I’ll prove to you that I’m all you need. I’m all you’ll ever need.”

Your body trembled so hard the headboard rattled against the wall. “Caleb, I want to go home.”

Caleb smiled and your stomach sank.

“You are home.”

—

You decided to go on a hunger strike.

All day Caleb slaved in the kitchen, cooking your favorite dishes, only for you to refuse to eat altogether once he set the feast in front of you.

“Come on, pips,” Caleb urged, sounding more like your friend now than the Colonel. “You have to eat something. I made all your favorites.”

“I’m not hungry,” you grumbled.

“Okay, but you still need to eat.” Caleb grabbed your empty plate and piled it with a little of everything. “Just a bite.”

You looked at the food laid out before you, then at Caleb. His eyes were wide, pleading. In his own twisted way, he was trying his best for you.

Maybe if he hadn’t taken you, you would’ve given in.

But he had, so you didn’t.

Instead, with eyes trained on his, you slid your hand under the plate and flipped it off the table.

Gravity caught the plate—food and all—midair and Caleb never broke eye contact. Not as the mess was brought back to the table, placed neatly in front of you, as if nothing had happened at all.

Caleb’s gaze hardened. “Just a bite,” he repeated.

You knocked the plate off the table again, and this time it clattered to the ground.

You snapped to your feet with such force the chair almost toppled over. “I said I’m not hungry.”

Caleb ran a hand through his hair. “Fine,” he sighed. “I’m not going to force you.”

You scoffed but didn’t deign him with a response. You stormed out of the kitchen and into the bedroom Caleb had locked you in earlier, slamming the door shut.

Caleb remained seated, staring at the mess on the floor he’d have to clean up. He didn’t care about that though, nor the wasted food he’d spent hours making. He cared about the way you’d looked at him, like he was a stranger. Like you wanted nothing to do with him.

He knew he had a long road ahead of him, but he was prepared to fight for you. He wouldn’t be giving you up anytime soon.

—

He should feel bad, watching you like this, but he couldn’t muster any guilt.

Caleb had cameras everywhere, both inside the house and out—well almost everywhere. There were no cameras in the en-suite bathroom attached to your bedroom, that was one line he refused to cross. And if you walked into the bedroom clad only in a towel, he would turn away and wait, giving you privacy to change in peace.

It was imperative that he know what you were up to when he inevitably returned to the Fleet, the feeds available on an app on his phone. He also needed to keep an eye on the maze, to make sure a certain crime lord wasn’t attempting a rescue mission. Caleb knew it was a very real possibility, and he was as prepared for it as he could be, going as far as to have a secret underground entrance at the back of the house for him to come and go unseen.

But right now, Caleb needed to gauge how well you were handling this new arrangement.

Not well at all, actually.

You were curled on the bed, sobbing.

The sight had Caleb clenching his fists, using every bit of self-control to not storm into your room and gather you in his arms. But doing that would only upset you further, and if Caleb had any hope of you coming around, he needed to keep his distance.

So he just sat and watched with a sorrow-filled heart, reminding himself just a little longer.

—

Sylus hadn’t slept for more than an hour or so for days.

He’d returned to the N109 Zone with Zayne, Luke, and Kieran, where they’d been working nonstop coming up with a plan to rescue you.

The tracker within the bracelet Sylus had given you went dark before you’d reached your final destination. However, Sylus only purchased the most sophisticated of technology, and the tracker passed through several jammers before entering what was likely a dead-zone. It wasn’t ideal, but it narrowed down the area in which they’d have to search. Because the Colonel had taken painstaking measures to ensure you were not found, it took several scouts—both living and mechanical—to finally locate where he had taken you.

A compound, was the best way to describe where you were locked away. An intricate hedge maze lay before the structure itself, and Sylus had no doubts it was riddled with traps. The structure looked like a house, innocuous, unassuming, but again, Sylus knew better than to make such a naive assumption.

He expected nothing less from the Colonel but that didn’t mean Sylus wasn’t going out of his mind. With rage at the Colonel for taking things this far. With worry for you, and what you were going through. With impatience for how long this was taking.

Having Zayne around was a cooling balm to his ever tumultuous emotions. A voice of reason when Sylus was on the precipice of destroying another piece of furniture. He’d readily accepted the whirlwind of being whisked away to the N109 Zone. He’d actively participated in the organizing and planning of the scouting missions as well as the rescue mission. All the while remaining calm, clinical even. Sylus would be forever grateful having the doctor by his side.

Now, with all the information they could possibly gather, as ready as they’d ever be, Sylus, Zayne, Luke, and Kieran left the N109 Zone and set out to rescue you from the Colonel’s clutches.

—

A week.

Seven days.

One hundred sixty-eight hours.

Ten thousand eighty minutes.

Six hundred four thousand eight hundred seconds.

Sometimes, a week felt like years, other times it would be over in the blink of an eye.

This last week had felt like an eternity. A never ending stretch of time.

You only knew it had been a week because of the scratches you’d etched into the headboard in the bedroom. Seven marks, one for each day.

For the first few days, Caleb stayed at the house with you. In spite of his persistent coaxing, you rarely left the bedroom, so he would adapt as he always did. Equipped with snacks and various drinks, Caleb would hole himself up in the room with you, putting on a movie and sitting in the armchair near the window at first, then slowly moving closer to you as your defenses lowered until he was on the bed. He still kept his distance, of course, but the fact that you’d allow him on the bed at all was progress in his mind.

Unbeknownst to him, however, you had ulterior motives in letting Caleb get so close to you. You’d become desperate rather quickly, not to escape but to kill the part of you that still cared about Caleb. That warred with your rational mind, trying to convince you that, while severely misguided, Caleb really was doing what he thought was best for you. You were tired of this devil on your shoulder. You often wished he would actually hurt you—on purpose—just so you could extinguish that stubborn devil’s flame. At least then you’d have a definitive, unquestionable reason to do so.

In the following days, though, Caleb left you alone until the evening as he needed to return to the Fleet.

You learned within the first hour of being by yourself that there was no chance of escape. All the windows were locked and barred, with no tool or object available to pry them apart or break them. Just like the windows, any exit was locked so tight the door wouldn’t even budge when you rattled the doorknobs.

All you could do was sit and wait for Caleb to return with your thoughts as your lone companion.

Despite the abysmal path laid ahead of you, you were hopeful that Sylus would soon come to your rescue. You didn’t know how he would do it, but if anyone could, it was Sylus. And when he did, when you were safe in his arms, you would finally listen to him—like you should’ve from the onset—and cut Caleb off for good. You had to hold on to this hope, you needed to see him again if only to apologize and admit he’d been right all along. Why hadn’t you just listened to him?

You often played with the bracelet around your wrist—the one you promised never to take off. It made you feel connected to Sylus, helped keep your hope alive. You’d also caught Caleb watching you fiddle with it and you hadn’t missed the displeasure on his face whenever you did, so, as another form of protest, you made sure to always be touching it. You wanted Caleb to know how much you thought of Sylus, how taking you from him had done nothing to diminish the strength of your love.

The sun was setting outside the barred windows, casting an orange glow throughout the house. On a normal day, Sylus would just be waking up, unless you’d gotten him to ruin his sleep schedule for the umpteenth time. You wondered what he was doing, and if he’d been sleeping at all since you were taken.

Caleb was due back anytime now. Dread sank like a stone in your stomach at the thought.

You retreated into the bedroom, burrowing under the covers. You weren’t in any mood to see Caleb’s face. He would come find you, of course, then invade your space, but at least you wouldn’t have to look at him.

The front door slammed open, making you flinch. Caleb’s footsteps were swift as he strode to your bedroom—

Then walked right by it.

Caleb always went straight to you when he got back, still clad in his uniform. He would greet you, ask you if you need anything, before excusing himself to change.

Another door opened further down the hall.

You were out of the bed and in the hallway in seconds. The door at the end—the one that Caleb sometimes slipped into after leaving you for the night but remained locked when he wasn’t around—was now slightly ajar. You hurried over, staying light on your feet as to not alert Caleb of your presence, and poked your head into the room.

Caleb stood with his back facing you, but you weren’t focused on him, no, you were zeroed in on the wall of screens before him displaying security footage from nearly every inch of the house, both inside and out.

Had he been watching you this whole time? Keeping tabs on you while he was gone and even when he was here?

Movement from one of the outside cameras caught your eye before your thoughts could spiral further.

The air whooshed from your lungs and your knees threatened to buckle.

You’d recognize that snowy hair anywhere.

Sylus.

Sylus had come for you.

Caleb whirled around, his eyes widening in surprise finding you standing in the doorway.

Your gaze snapped to his, determination blazing bright and fierce. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be, Caleb.”

His face twisted into a scowl.

He cocked the gun you hadn’t noticed, slipped it into a holster on his hip, and surged forward, throwing you over his shoulder before you so much as blinked.

“Caleb!” you screamed, fists pounding on his back and legs kicking against his abdomen. “Put me down!”

He made what sounded like a growl, his Evol locking your limbs in place to stop your struggle.

“Caleb please! Please, I just want to go home!”

Caleb barreled into your bedroom, hitting the door so hard it smacked against the wall. He unceremoniously dumped your body onto the bed, his Evol still keeping you immobile.

He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him, fury and possession darkening his purple gaze. “I told you already,” he snarled, “you are home.”

He stormed out, locking the door behind him but you weren’t able to move until you heard the echo of the front door slamming shut.

Your body slumped and you couldn’t bring yourself to straighten, too defeated, too hopeless. Sylus was here, he was so close you swore you felt his presence, but you couldn’t go to him. You couldn’t run into the safety of his arms, or hear him tell you everything would be all right. You were trapped in this bedroom while there would no doubt be a battle to the death just outside this prison disguised as a home. And you didn’t know if Sylus would be the one making it out alive.

Tears streamed down your cheeks. How did you get here? Ever since returning from Skyhaven, your life had taken a turn for the worse. You were happy, you were loved. You never thought reuniting with the one person who had meant the world to you would end like this.

You barked a humorless laugh into the empty room.

“To think,” you said aloud, sounding crazed, “had the explosion not happened, I might never have met Sylus.” You laughed again. “Maybe this was doomed from the start.”

A sudden tapping against the barred window had you snapping to your feet and whirling around.

Hope dared to bloom in your chest.

On the other side of the window stood, of all people, your primary care physician.

You rushed forward, wrapping your hands around the bars. “Zayne?!”

He waved his hand, indicating he wanted you to back away.

You listened, going to the bed where you watched as Zayne coated the windowpane with ice, the glass groaning as it froze over. With a blast of his Evol, the glass shattered.

“Zayne, what’s going on?” you demanded, taking a step toward the window.

“Please give me a moment to get rid of these bars,” Zayne answered, holding up his hand to halt you. “I’ll answer your questions once I get you out.”

You stayed where you were as Zayne repeated the same process with the bars, coating them in ice and blasting them to pieces with his Evol once they were frozen.

He reached his hand through the open threshold. “Let’s get you out of here.”

He helped you through the window, making sure you didn’t get cut by any remaining broken glass. When your feet hit the ground, when you were outside, you could finally breathe again.

You started toward the front of the house, determined to find Sylus regardless of whatever brawl was happening between him and Caleb.

But Zayne caught your wrist before you made it too far.

“We’re going a different way,” he said. “The twins are waiting to bring you back to the base.”

You blinked at him, taken aback. You’d have to dissect hearing such a statement from Zayne later.

“I can’t just leave him here, Zayne,” you protested. “I won’t leave him.”

“And I won’t let you walk right into danger,” Zayne said.

You were so tired of being told what to do.

You fixed the doctor with the same determined gaze you had given Caleb when you first saw Sylus on the security footage. “Take me to him, Zayne, I’m not asking.”

—

Caleb shouldn’t have been surprised Sylus was able to destroy the maze, not even a trace of the damn thing was left. It was only ever meant to be a distraction and Caleb knew it wouldn’t stop the Onychinus leader, but he at least hoped it’d slow him down.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t come after her?” Sylus questioned, raising a brow.

Caleb grinned something sadistic. “On the contrary, I was counting on it.”

Sylus frowned. “Very well Colonel, let’s finish this.”

Caleb, still with a smile, reached for the gun at his hip. However, Sylus favored melee, and was on the Colonel in the blink of an eye, throwing a flurry of Evol-laced punches. Caleb was forced to holster his weapon and meet the onslaught with blows of his own.

Gravity and energy were an interesting match-up. Though both Evols were immensely powerful, when pitted against one another, it was if they cancelled each other out.

Where gravity tried to bend and crush, energy consumed and nullified.

Where energy tried to rip and tear, gravity curled and formed a shield.

Black and red sparked, gravity swirled, creating a concentrated vortex of devastation around the two men.

If Caleb could just put some space between them, if he could just get to his gun, then this fight would turn in his favor.

But Sylus wouldn’t give him the chance. Every time Caleb managed to get a little distance, Sylus immediately closed it. Caleb grew frustrated, his control slipping.

Finally, finally, he hit Sylus was a strong enough blast of gravity to send the leader careening backward.

“Sylus!”

The sound of your voice had both men’s heads snapping to the side.

Zayne was there too, trailing after you, a look of apology on his face as he met Sylus’s displeased gaze. Sylus should’ve known you wouldn’t listen to the doctor and follow him to safety. Truly, he expected nothing less of you, but that didn’t mean he wanted you here, in the middle of danger.

You ran toward him to fight by his side. To face Caleb and put an end to this once and for all.

Caleb took full advantage of Sylus’s momentary distraction and once again drew the gun at his hip.

Then everything happened so fast. Too fast.

You were closer to the Onychinus leader than Caleb realized and when he pulled the trigger, it was you the gun was aimed at, not Sylus.

Sylus’s Evol wrapped around the bullet, intent on disintegrating it midair, well before it ever pierced your flesh.

Except this was no ordinary bullet. It was Evol-resistant, meaning Sylus’s black-red mist was useless to stop the bullet from sinking right into your chest.

How many times did he have to tell you not to throw yourself in front of him? He was your shield, not the other way around.

Sylus felt the bullet as though it’d pierced his own flesh.

Before you even swayed, Sylus erupted.

No one truly knew the power Sylus was capable of, not until this moment. His Evol was a force of pure destruction, wrapping protectively around you (and the doctor, as Sylus maintained the wherewithal to do so) only to wreak havoc beyond. He always said he’d burn the world for you if he had to, and he was finally making good on that promise.

As fast as the eruption started, it ended, silence settling thick in the air. A mile-wide black-red scorch mark covered the earth, leaving nothing but ashes in its wake.

It was impossible to tell whether the Colonel was amongst the devastation or had managed a miraculous escape, but Sylus couldn’t care less as he rushed toward where he’d carefully lowered you to the ground.

He gathered you in his arms, pressing hard on the gun wound to help slow the bleeding.

“Sweetie, please,” he begged, the desperation in his voice foreign to him. “Please, stay with me.”

Zayne fell to knees, already assessing your condition with clinical precision.

“I need you to get the bullet out,” Sylus demanded. Before Zayne could respond, Sylus had his phone out and to his ear. “Get over here, now.”

The loud squeal of tires echoed as the twins gunned it down the convenient 1.2 mile stretch of barren land to where you lay unconscious in Sylus’s arms.

They were there in less than a minute, screeching to a halt. With a prepared medkit in hand, they were out of the car and passing it to Zayne within seconds.

“Get the bullet out,” Sylus snarled. “Once it’s out I can heal her.” Far quieter he said, “Please.”

Zayne wasted no time, slipping on gloves with practiced ease before grabbing the tweezers to dislodge the bullet. You got lucky, so unbelievably lucky that the bullet didn’t pierce your heart, Zayne estimated it missed by about an inch. It didn’t mean you were in the clear, but if Sylus could heal you like he said, then you just might have a chance at surviving this.

Years of working under pressure kept Zayne’s hands steady despite the terror coursing through him. He didn’t want to lose you either, couldn’t even bring himself to picture a world without you in it.

The tweezers closed around the bullet and Zayne slowly pulled it free, letting out the breath he didn’t know he was holding.

Sylus’s Evol wrapped around you once more, his power flowing through your wound, healing you before he lost you in this lifetime.

“Don’t leave me, Y/N,” Sylus whispered. “Don’t you dare leave me.”

—

You were positive you were dead.

The last thing you remembered, after getting shot, was being consumed by hellfire.

To be honest, while you were a little sad, you had no regrets as long as Sylus made it out alive. Perhaps you could plead with whatever god watched over the afterlife to tell you if he’d made it. Surely said god would take pity on you since you sacrificed yourself for your lover.

The afterlife was quite comfortable though, and it made you doubt whether it was hellfire you saw during your last seconds or something else entirely. You were surrounded by silk, cushioned by softness, reminding you of Sylus’s bed. Maybe you got lucky, maybe you were in heaven because laying in Sylus’s bed certainly felt like heaven to you.

The afterlife also had music, classical music to be specific. It played in the background, a gentle lull tempting you to fall back into oblivion but you were curious to explore this new world.

Your eyes fluttered open.

Heaven was more than just Sylus’s bed, it looked exactly like his room. Tears pricked in your eyes at the thought of existing here without him. Heaven or not, you wouldn’t be truly happy if he wasn’t by your side.

Swallowing your tears, you slowly sat up, surprised to find you were sore despite having passed on. Your chest ached where you’d been shot and breathing was a bit difficult because of it.

“Sweetie you really shouldn’t be moving so much.”

Your head snapped up at the sound of his voice so fast you almost blacked out.

“Sylus?!” you cried.

There he was, in all his beautiful glory, brow creased with worry as he crossed the room over to the bed. He sank down beside you, and you felt him there, as real as he’d ever been.

You tentatively reached out a hand, your fingertips grazing the edge of his sleeve. “I— I thought I was dead,” you whispered.

Sylus’s lips curled into a soft smile. “Your doctor and I worked very hard not to let that happen, sweetie.”

“Zayne’s still here?” you questioned.

He shook his head. “Not at the moment, but he was.” With all the gentleness in the world, Sylus took your hand in his, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “You’ve been asleep for three days.”

You blinked in disbelief. For you, it had felt like no time had passed at all. “Am I…okay?”

Sylus huffed a chuckle. “Yes, you’re okay. Zayne will come by now that you’re awake to give us a treatment plan.”

You groaned, flopping down onto the bed, much to the aggravation of your healing wound. “He’s always so strict.”

“He’s your doctor, of course he is.”

You glanced at Sylus, meeting those red eyes you loved so much. “What happened to Caleb?”

Sylus’s expression shifted slightly, as though this was the last thing he wanted to talk about right now. “Gone, as far as I can tell. There’s no trace of him.”

You waited for the wave of sadness to hit you, but all you felt was the smallest pang of regret. Not regret over what happened, but that maybe there was something you could’ve done differently to prevent the outcome.

“I’m sorry,” you said, squeezing Sylus’s hand. “You were right, the whole time, and I should’ve listened to you. I’m sorry, Sy.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he said. “I’m sorry it didn’t end the way you wanted it to.”

“All that matters to me is that I have you,” you insisted. “I love you, Sylus.”

He smiled again, looking at you like you held his entire world in your hands. “I love you too, Y/N.”

You averted your gaze, cheeks tinging pink. “This might be sudden, but after everything, I, um— Would you, um— Would you maybe want to move in together? You know, once we complete my doctor’s borderline authoritarian treatment plan.”

His eyes widened slightly. Then he laughed something genuine, the sound music to your ears. “You never fail to surprise me, sweetie.”

“Is that a yes?”

He brought your hand to his lips. “That is a resounding yes.”

For the first time since coming back from Skyhaven, everything felt right again. You might not have died, but being with Sylus was the only heaven you’d ever need.

—

The black hole was quiet, comforting.

It felt vaguely familiar, like he’d experienced something similar once before, or maybe he hadn’t yet? Time was hard to distinguish here.

There was peace though, around him, inside his heart. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like this.

Yeah, the black hole wasn’t so bad.

He’d be okay here.

Bonus:

“I don’t know why you insist on packing everything, I told you I’d just replace it at the base.”

You huffed, placing your hands on your hips as you straightened from the box you’d been carefully packing. “My things cannot be replaced, Sylus, they are special to me.”

Sylus cocked a brow and held up a clearly neglected pen he’d found under your bed. “This is special to you?”

You gaped at him. “Ugh, you are so insufferable!”

Sylus laughed. “Better get used to it, sweetie, because you’re about be stuck with my insufferability.”

You stormed up to where he sat on the floor beside your bed, bending over so you were at eye level. You then placed a chaste kiss right on the tip of his nose. “Good, because I don’t want to live without it.”

Sylus smiled and cupped the back of your neck, bringing your lips to his for an impassioned kiss. “And I don’t want to live without you, my beloved.”

#love and deepspace #l&ds sylus #lnds sylus #sylus x mc #sylus x reader #sylus x you #love and deepspace sylus #sylus angst #l&ds caleb #lads caleb #love and deepspace caleb #love and deepspace zayne #lads zayne #l&ds zayne #love and deepspace angst #l&ds angst #lads angst

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sunmoon-starfactory · 2 months ago

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Bug Fixes - Multiple Sets

Multiple set bug fixes have been made from 4/20/25 through 4/24/25. All set main archives have been updated to reflect these fixes. However since they are single files here and there they are being provided as a standalone archive for convenience for a period of time. If you have downloaded the main sets AFTER 4-24-2025, you do not need to download these files.

Please see below the cut for an exact list of files changed. Thank you to those that reported bugs.

Download - SFS

Buzzin' About

Bug fix applied to Mead Tankard in regards to how the game checks for the Vampire life state on a sim.

SunMoon-Brewing_DrinkingTankard_Edible

Grapes of Rad

Bug fix applied to bulk wine crate. Now grants 12 bottles of wine instead of 10, makings the packing and unpacking amounts even.

SunMoon-Wine_BulkCrate

Fetch Water 4.0

Bug fix applied to Maxis Style Cactus plants; Harvesting of cactus seedlings will no longer throw an error.

SunMoon-FetchWater_MaxisCactus1

SunMoon-FetchWater_MaxisCactus2

Flowing Fabrics

Bug fix applied to Wool Winder station, fixed Inventory Tool Check - Now points to Wool Shears to allow for Trait Bypass.

SunMoon-Fabric_CraftingStation_WoolWinderDropSpindle

Forging On

Bug fix applied to both crafting stations to remove making of the now obsolete Fillet Knife item.

SunMoon-Smithing_CraftingStation_Anvil

SunMoon-Smithing_CraftingStation_AnvilStumpBarrel

Gone Fishin' 2.0

Bug fix applied to cleaning and packing station of dialog being fixed for stocking small fish.

SunMoon-Fishing_CraftingStation_FishCleaningPacking

Loads 'O Laundry 2.0

Bug fic applied to grabbing dirty clothes piles, Go To Relative Position has been changed from "Anywhere near, facing" to "Anywhere near, any direction" for when clothing drops "facing" inaccessible directions to sims. Sims should now be able to pick them up without further issues.

SunMoon-Laundry_DirtyClothesPile

Quali-Tea

The recipe note pad states that for batch teas to multiple ingredients by 5, and the pots were only using 1 water bucket. This was actually intended behavior to make 5 cups of certain teas with 1 bucket per batch. The note pad recipes have been updated to reflect that water remains one a 1 bucket needed basis and other the proper amount of other ingredients needed for batch making.

Dalish Tea Pot had some brewing errors as well as dialog errors. Should now be able to properly brew elfroot singles/batches and royal elfroot singles/batches.

A bug report was submitted about the Drying Tea Life pile reverting back to Fresh status if placed in inventory. This is not a bug, and is intended behavior.

SunMoon-Tea_RecipeNotePad

SunMoon-Tea_Teapot_DalishInspired

Savvy Stonework

Bug fix applied to the test bhav for items that require level 7+ of skills and Writ of Mastery. Code was accidentally looking at a different item GUID than the actual Stonemason Writ.

SunMoon-Stonemason_CraftingStation_StoneRefineAndSculpt

Spice of Life

Bug fix applied to counting numbers/items of grinding vanilla and cocoa.

SunMoon-SpiceGrinderConverter

#ts2 #s2cc #sims2 #sims 2 #custom content #mod #sun&moon #crafting station #star factory #critical fix #bug fix

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mihii-i · 4 months ago

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swim.

Pairings: mizu x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, misogynistic views, bc edo japan ueee, mention of abuse cause that’s what taigen’s fuckass dad did, he/him used for mizu in some dialogue, mention of prostitution, taigen being a moron, storyline dragged on for a few more days longer than usual, taigen doesnt meet mizu after the four fangs fight so storyline change, soft mizu ueee, slight violence, mizu ily please come home our kids don’t have names they’re all just named fuckface and numbered 1 through 4, not proofread.

A/N: I was listening to swim while writing my this so I’m making the title and scattering a few references here and there. Now playing: Swim - Chase Atlantic. @nomnai sorry I couldn’t directly respond to the request tumblr was being dumb :( 🕯️

Your memory was all too clear.

The familiar briny odor of fish stinging your nostrils as your father’s sharp tongue continued to loop in a disturbing resonance over and over in the back of your mind, teeth gritting at the mere thought of his demands echoing against your skull. His face was frightening to say the least, you were surprised at how exactly you kept on your unfazed expression in that moment, sure that tears threatened to spill out as his venomous tone rang in your ears.

—

Thumb gently tracing along the cool rim of the cup, your eyes flickered downwards into your lap to cast out into the body of cerulean water outstretched past you in a swish of warm waves below the glinting, pale light of the sun. Filtering out your father’s harsh reprimands blowing against your face, you merely fixed your attention on the wooden teacup fit between your palms, stroking it in gentle motions along the smoothed out ridges as you caught sight of your reflection in the powdery green of the tea. Not a drop drank from the cup.

“For gods sake (Name)…I don’t know how many times I must plead you to be wed! Do you know how shameful it is for me to have an unmarried daughter especially at your age!?”

A soft huff lifted off your chest as you breathed through your nose in silence, averting your gaze from your father as you continued to regard the bitter way he spat as nothing more than white noise drowned by the kicks of fish swimming about, splashing each speck of water onto the land nearby.

“…Father? With all due respect, I’d prefer not to-“

The fury in his voice cutting you off was enough to make you truncate your words almost immediately in a halt.

“Useless girl. You have but one job, and it is to marry to a decent man, the one who was willing to marry you! Your brother is setting his foot down into greatness, and here you are as a worthless child who hasn’t even accomplished the simplest of what I ask!”

You nearly flinched at the mere rage your father displayed right in front of you, face twisted in displeasure as the heel of his heel violently dug into the flimsy wood of a crate, splinters of oak and shreds of uncut bark splaying across the space around you. This wasn’t exactly a new occurrence that unfolded before you. Your father had lost his temper countless times for years, often taking out on you or Taigen in a physical manner.

It was quite a horrific sight to behold now that you thought back on it…the overwhelming stench of cod reeking from the callouses of his knuckles, outlining against his skin as he balled it up into a fist as a means to inflict blooming, purple bruises onto his own flesh and blood. Often times, Taigen was the one subject to your father’s relentless bearings, due to him being older and the only son. Frequently, your elder brother emerged from your miniscule home with a small limp dragging one of his limbs down, brushing it off whenever you questioned the purple patches littered along the light tan of his arm.

Your eyes split open almost as soon as you closed them, apprehensive at the familiar touch brushing along your collarbone. You were certain your father had left so who-

“Our old man giving you trouble again?” Taigen’s voice came out in a quiet laugh as he knelt down beside you, looking down at your lap to catch sight of the untouched cup still brimmed with tea. “It’s cold now, idiot. You should drink it.” You only rolled your eyes in response to his snarky comment, passing along the teacup to him, to which he subconsciously accepted without a second thought, a habit for him at this point to pick up after you in a way.

“You know..he’s right. You should be married by now. I mean I’m not gonna be around forever since I’m marrying Akemi, so I can’t carry out what you need, and you’ll need another man in your life apart from your own brother.” Taigen’s voice dimmed with each word he uttered, lips downturned as they tugged deeper into a stern frown. To which you retorted in an almost snappy voice.

“What good is marriage if I don’t even know him? I’ll have everything I want but at what cost? Having to please him every night? Endure his beatings like I have with our father for as long as I love now?”

Taigen could only muster up a sigh as his hand rested on his hip, running along the frail sheathe of the katana, cloaking the blade.

“Suit yourself. I’ve already become great. It’s you who’s the failure right now.”

—

Firmly tightening your fingers into your scalp, your eyes darted in each piled corner of the city, ankles draped deep in the thick blanket of crystal snow swallowing up your feet with each step you took to trudge along in a drawn out path. Apprehension was but a natural response to the situation at hand, the malice of thoughts that swirled in your head biting along any semblance of sanity you had maintained throughout this hellish life you were forced to endure. Thinking about your father’s outburst to your rejection of marriage at the mere familiar scent of cod from the markets? You seriously couldn’t escape the filth that you had been plunged in all your life.

Strangely enough, you were grateful Taigen had brought you with him to Kyoto, intending on meeting with both Akemi and her father—whom he served under. Thinking back, you couldn’t exactly help but remember the thin layer of sweat showered along your throat in the cold weather from the guard eyeing you up and down, inspecting Taigen’s travel pass precisely before letting you both pass through. Yet considering that you never got to travel, it was indeed a new experience for you to land upon, stepping foot in a different part of Japan other than Kohama or the areas near it.

The frosted notes of cool air seeped onto your tongue, slipping through the openings of your chapped lips while you pushed past the traffic of people crowding the city. Your eyes lingered onto Taigen’s form, walking side by side with Daichi Tokunobu’s daughter herself, laughing with their arms hooked into one another’s in a tight coil. Seriously. You couldn’t fathom how your own brother was able to elevate himself to such heights. First climbing his way up to greatness down the long, rocky path of a samurai, and now being engaged to the lord’s daughter?

He truly was great. Worked himself from the bottom up.

And you were a failure.

You were..

“Excuse me.”

The sudden low voice abruptly halting your train of thought, resonating behind you in an intimidating, yet strangely smooth voice vibrating against his throat. You reclined your neck over, cheek squished to your shoulder as you glanced over at the tall man behind you, a cloak bunched up over his shoulders as his orange glasses shielded his eyes in a near opaque tint. Blinking in confusion, you studied him up and down, taking note of his rather odd appearance as you briefly tensed up at a stranger suddenly coming up behind you in surprise.

Was he here to hurt you? Would it be best to run? Would-

“Do you have any information on the whereabouts of the Shindo dojo?”

Well, now you know that he was probably just lost.

Your mouth hung dry as you scrambled to compose yourself from the presumptive accusations you directed toward him in haste, stumbling over your words with each sentence you tried to sputter out. Drawing in a breath, you breathed out in a shaky voice, finally responding despite the sheer embarrassment gnawing away at you right now, pleading you to just bury yourself into the snow and never come out.

“A-Ah..no I don’t. Sorry..”

He let out a hum of what you could only infer to be disappointment, alongside a small nod as his head lowered in a brief apology for taking up your time. A small strand of raven hair strung down left of his forehead, glasses tipped to the bridge of his nose in a small click from the weight of the lenses shifting down. Eyes gently rising open, your breath caught in your throat at the glimpse caught, the man’s irises piercing into you menacingly as the cool blue drowned you in your own blood from the sheer shock coursing through you.

It was hard to help. Especially after what many have told you. You couldn’t help that you were a bit frightened by his eyes, an unnatural hint of color that nobody ever held from the taboo nature of the color stemming from those who were barred from ever stepping foot past the closed borders of the nation. Drawing in a breath, you eased yourself that he was harmless, forcing yourself to lock your eyes onto his for atleast a little while. Honestly, it wasn’t particularly the color that frightened you…simply the pure hate stirred behind them, engulfing anything in sight in a tempest of hate.

It reminded you of a creature your father used to tell you about.

What was it’s name again? Right. An onryō.

Of course, you didn’t dare to mention that to the stranger, only staring off in shock as he pivoted away until the view of his back became smaller and smaller in the distance. Just being at a loss for words at the peculiar encounter, you ran your index finger along the smooth lids of your eye, pressing it in to shove away the exhaustion creeping up on you so early in the day. Perhaps it would be best to eat and then rest for the day, Kyoto certainly has quite a few inns around, and you’d just wait for Taigen to return with his princess.

—

“God, Taigen. You look like shit.” You mumbled under your breath, yet still loud enough for him to hear as his knelt form tensed in his aggravated state beside you. It was a widespread rumor all across Kyoto now, one that passed around like wildfire, and became well known to the supposed ‘massacre’ that had occurred within the Shindo dojo. Taigen’s weakened state alongside the clean cut of his hair shredded off his head only confirmed the ongoing rumors, which in turn tore down his pride shamefully, his marriage into the Tokunobu clan now null and void.

A low rumble, nearly identical to the grinding of stone burned in Taigen’s throat, his teeth grit and scraping against one another as he was unable to maintain even an ounce of poise at the implications of his dignity being torn away. Not only did this rogue samurai shatter the streak of wins he had worn himself to work towards, but he had also left Taigen with his life—a humiliating way to finish the battle as he now wallowed in his shame among many. A dishonor that he was left to live after a battle rather than dying with even an ounce of honor preserved.

“That damned demon. Why didn’t he just kill me?”

You spat in annoyance at his endless rambling about the devilish nature of his opponent. Despite feeling sorry for your brother in the state of humiliation he was drowned in, you couldn’t help but slump against a nearby wall at his constant strings of rage spewed out.

“I shouldn’t even dare to show my face around Japan anymore. Perhaps I should just kill myself now.” Taigen hissed, the bitter resignation in his tone nearly making you drop your attitude toward him.

“Well don’t. You could-“

“I don’t need you thinking what’s best for me, (Name)!”

You paused, eyes wide at his enraged reply.

“Taigen. Even if you see no meaning in living, who the hell is gonna look after me after? Our father certainly won’t, and some random men might try to take advantage of me. Is that what you want?”

“Let them then.” Taigen replied, his voice laced with nothing but pure hatred.

“W-What..?”

“I said let them! I’m the one who’s great! You’re just a failure who couldn’t even do the simple task of getting married! At this point, just sell yourself in a brothel if you have nothing better to do. No sister of mine orders me what to do, understood?”

You choked up your next words, head in a whirlwind of disdain as you seethed with anger. Impossible to believe your brother was so far gone that he wished a dreadful life upon his younger sister.

No matter now. Let him have what he deserves.

Unable to even process how quickly he exited the room, you sat there in silence with nothing but your own thoughts, the ambience of the room being nothing but the violent winds swirling outside. Atleast you had some peace and quiet away from him, attempting to push aside the hurtful words that Taigen had seared into your chest earlier. It wasn’t all wrong was it? You couldn’t even marry a man your father wanted, such a simple request that was your only obligation in life. And what were you afraid of? A loveless marriage? Silly girl..people never marry for love.

A sigh of resignation exited your lips as you reminisced on the eventful day, now crowned by nightfall. Perhaps you truly had no purpose in life. Considering there was no reason to be here any longer, wandering alone might be the best option for you, as you had utterly failed as a daughter, and as a woman.

In the depths of your crumbled life, there was no other alternative. The water was only getting colder, and there was no way back up out of what you had dug yourself into through countless refusals.

—

“Can’t sleep?”

Mizu’s voice snapped you out of your daze, your gaze shifting over to her laying on her side next to you, her weight burdened onto the arm she was laying atop. You shook your head, groggily batting your lashes as you positioned yourself closer to her, earning a quiet hum of approval from her. The rugged, yet soft fabric of her kimono grazed your hand in the wake of her touch, providing a sliver of warmth in protection from the sting of cold.

Within the span of a day or two, you found yourself stumble into the same blue eyed man—well, woman, from what you recently found out—that you had encountered back in Kyoto. Despite dismissively brushing you off upon your initial run in with her, Mizu eventually found herself uncharacteristically basking in the pleasure of your company, opening up a bit more to you and growing somewhat attached, yet remaining closed off.

As to how you had ended up here, you had wandered aimlessly from Kyoto ever since you pondered upon your relevance in life. Taigen was probably worried sick about you, unable to find you anywhere in the flooding crowds of the city. Fate had definitely laid out a path for you to run into the strange samurai, especially when you stopped before a waterfall to quench your thirst in the overtaking darkness of night. Only to stumble upon a familar set of blue eyes fixed on you apprehensively, the tip of the blade pointed directly toward your throat at a thankfully safe distance. And maybe something else that..weren’t her eyes which you shouldn’t have looked down at. At least a woman saw her first before Ringo followed suit moments later, eyes fixed on both of you in shock before catching sight of Mizu’s nude body in surprise.

Despite her despising the presence of you and Ringo constantly tailing her, she found herself oddly drawn to you, even quicker than she warmed up even a little to Ringo. It was perplexing, how could she take longer to accept a kind and polite man who was willing to help, yet soften at the presence of a snarky woman with a flippant attitude which many have found unbecoming of a ‘future wife.’

Mizu’s arm lazily draped over the curve of your waist, her thumb tracing the wave where your hips reside in gentle circles. She sucked in a breath as you nuzzled closer to her side, the pressure straining the stitches of her wound scarred along her body, a quiet groan hitching out of her throat as you pushed yourself a bit too close.

“Sorry..”

“It’s fine.” Mizu assured you, voice still stern, yet not annoyed or anything of the sort. The recent few days with her were honestly better than anything that you had been put through in the hell of a life that had its iron grip on you back in Kohama. Hand resting atop hers, you notice how Mizu finally mustered up the courage to whisper out a couple words, her skin pressed against yours as your fingertips ran along the calloused roughness of her palm, worn down from the countless years of ironwork and brutal training.

“Did you ever think I was a monster?”

“Hm? Why would I do that?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” She sneered, gesturing to her own eyes peeking up at you from a low angle. Only the water beholded such a unique tint which she had dusted along the cloudy exhaustion of her irises, the stress lines stemming from the corner of her eyes only defining the little pools of water you could drown in. Or rather, swim in. You did want to give a piece of yourself for her trust, keep her comfortable around you for the sake of…hell, you didn’t know. You just..kind of cared about her.

Was this a sort of sisterly bond you had formed with her? You didn’t exactly have many interactions with other women growing up after all.

No, it couldn’t possibly be that. Maybe something a little more.

Suddenly, an abrupt crunch echoed in the rustling bushes of the clearing, the warm fire flickering rapidly in alarm while Mizu immediately jolted up. Her hand almost immediately flew down to grip her katana tightly, head spinning around in a hyper aware state of her surroundings in the rising anticipation building up within her. You followed suit, eyes darting back in forth in an attempt to catch someone in your periphery within the clearing while the rustling endlessly persisted, gradually taking on footsteps in tandem.

The minute the figure burst through the bushes, your jaw hung open at the sight of your brother skidding to a halt, hand on his blade as well as he stood before Mizu in rage. Taigen’s expression fell dark at the sight of you shifting behind Mizu, the familar sight of his sister flooding him with an overtake of confusion rather than joy. Especially on seeing her huddling behind the very man who had humiliated him and stripped away his honor. Taigen felt sick at the sight of you clinging onto Mizu like some source of protection, swallowing back a lump in his throat as his gaze stabbed through Mizu’s straight into her deadpan eyes.

“What are you doing with him?” Taigen seethed, his shoulders rising and falling from the sight of Mizu beside you alone. The overwhelming urge to just draw his blade and stab her eyes out screamed at him, wanting to just sever Mizu’s head and present it before his lord as a means to restore his marriage and such. However, that would put him on the same level as this demon, his intrusive throughts followed up by a scoff as he sized her tall stature up and down.

“I just left. I didn’t want to get married so..”

“Do you know what this man did to me?!”

“Enlighten me, Taigen.”

Taigen’s fists balled up as he recounted the memory, his shortened hair tickling his neck serving as a source to that memory plaguing him like a pest.

“He’s the one that destroyed my honor! Ruined my life, and me!”

Your eyebrows raised in slight surprise as you looked over at Mizu, who was only unamused by Taigen’s incessant whining. You weren’t even upset, more so applauding Mizu for humbling your mess of a brother.

“Oh, he cut off your chignon? Wait- don’t tell me Akemi left you cause of your ugly bald spo-“

“It was because he didn’t kill me!”

Mizu’s gaze only flickered back and forth between this ridiculous conversation, a quizzical look etched onto her features as her eyebrows furrowed to confirm this sudden revalation.

“He’s your brother?”

You nodded, almost ashamed for his violent behavior toward Mizu as your fingers dug unto the fabric clothed along her shoulder.

“Unfortunately. Sorry about him.”

“Hey. Do you know how worried sick I’ve been about you in Kyoto?! Pacing back and forth only to find you involved with this stray dog?”

“Really? I thought I was a burden to you, and I should just sell myself into a brothel.” You remarked, referencing his earlier words and causing him to stumble within his thoughts.

“Look. I was frustrated, alright? But that gives you no excuse to hang around this fucking-!”

“Shut up..please. I don’t like you talking about him like that.”

Mizu’s lips barely curved up into a tiny smile for a brief moment, leaving as quick as it appeared. Her heart warmed within her bound chest at your words with an unfamiliar wash of newfound fondness ignited within her, the waves of the raging storm within her subsiding to a cool, shallow wave, lapping at the shore in tranquility rather than the usual disdain and violence she held within her. For once in her life after quite some time, she withheld that anger bubbling within her, giving way to the gentle embrace of the praises you kept within you about her rolling off your tongue like fine silk.

—

“You know, you picked a ridiculous master. But you take good care of him.” Taigen remarked towards Ringo as the rice ball rested in his hand, his teeth digging into the snack before swallowing the bite he chewed down. He turned his attention to you, the three of you trailing behind Mizu on horseback, engaging in a conversation which was mostly just Taigen speaking ill of Mizu. “And you, my dear younger sister with awful taste in men. What do you see in him that makes him worth traveling behind, huh?”

You simply cast an annoyed stare in his direction, unamused with his remarks turning passive aggressive when you attempted to reason with him to cease his verbal onslaughts toward Mizu.

“Maybe I just like him because he’s nice to be around, ever thought of that?”

“He’s a half breed piece of shit who only charges in like an idiotic-!”

“Taigen.”

He bit back his words at your reminder, grumbling to himself in annoyance as his head snapped back foward to keep note of Mizu’s direction. Not wanting to hear his comments, you simply hitched your horse to catch up to Mizu, pacing side by side with her as she fixed her gaze on you with a sweet smile. Hm, you liked her smile. And you’re glad she’s been doing it more often recently.

“Is he giving you trouble again?”

“No. Just how we always were as kids.”

“..I knew him as a kid too.”

You looked over, surprised as the comment she made in a low, unfeeling voice, stringing more information out of her as you begged her to elaborate silently.

“How come?”

“He chased and threw rocks at me as a child. Sometimes even beat me.” She revealed, her voice seemingly quiet and neutral, yet accompanied by a small somber hint from the way she visibly swallowed upon recalling the memory.

“Wow..he sucked that much? I’ll…be sure to berate him over it then.”

Mizu let out a small chuckle in response, finger twitching as you caught notice of her hand brushing over the head of her horse in your direction, yet retracting it. Exhaling at the gesture, you extended your arm over her horse, your free hand still maneuvering your own horse as you steered a bit closer to her. Your hand finally drifted over atop hers, gently clasping your fingers between the gaps of her fingers. It was clear what you wanted to do—wanting her to let down her walls in front of you, trust you with her heart which you’d cradle between your cusped hands the utmost care.

You wanted to drown in the ocean which was the tempestuous flood raging about in the depths of her mind and soul, running your palm against the familiar concept of water from where you were raised. Rather, embracing the waters swallowing you up in the pit of the blue oceanic embrace.

You wanted her to let you in her ocean.

And perhaps this one time, she was okay with that.

A/N: OH MY GOD I AM SO FRUSTRATED @nomnai SORRY I COULDNT DO YOUR REQUEST WITHOUT SCREENSHOTTING BECAUSE TUMBLR IS BEING AN ABSOLUTE WHORE AND IT KEEPS SAYING “erm actually ur ask doesn’t work so haha” EVERY SINGLE TIME BUT IT WOKED ON BROWSERR AND I HATE BROWSER SO FUCK YOU TUMBLR

Anyway I did NOT feel like writing nsfw today and I have a headache and I want the fucking Amazon blue eye samurai shirt also thanks for specifying OUR wife I cannot not deal with these greedy hos thank yew

hey I made something for this fic

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sheepispink · 5 months ago

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Food to feed the heart ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི relationships: simon riley x baker!reader

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི Sweet as Sugar Masterlist

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི A/N: ello cuties i know i havent posted anything so take this before i post the next chapter (likely this weekend) because i also have exams next week which also means no chapter.. 😔

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A few days have passed since he had driven you back home from the farm, and you’re still a little flustered that you had fallen asleep so easily. It was embarrassing but thankfully he wasn't the one to wake you up; you’d probably pass out again if you opened your eyes to his skull mask in your face—no offense to him, of course. The truck jostled as he unpacked the car to take out all the fresh produce, clearly having no intentions of making you help. He handled it all with ease, feeling more like carrying a shopping bag than the heavy glass bottles of milk. “Simon?” Your voice has mumbled out sleepily, dragging your tired self around the side of the truck to watch as he lifted each crate. He had gone completely still at your words though, something shifting behind his eyes that were usually quite sharp, though it doesn't seem to be uncomfortable. That look alone flustered you and you immediately got to work despite his protests, hurrying to pack all the produce away.

You’ve long since closed the shop now, but you were preparing some dough as per usual. It was all you ever seemed to do these days, and even if more people were appreciating your bakes, you find yourself desperate for a new invention. Or well, at least somekind of new product in the shop. Somehow, your mind drifts back to your old train of thought that other day, what Simon would eat for lunch. You think he’d like something rich with flavour, considering how dry military food would be, but not spice—it doesn't look like he could handle that much anyway. Savoury seems to be his preference, even if he has tried a few of your sweeter options before. Don’t soldiers need lots of protein and carbs too? At least that’s what everyone says about building muscle, so you mentally jot those points down too. Your stomach rumbles as you see a notification from a cooking channel you follow, instantly clicking on it to see the thumbnail that is the most delicious tacos with their seasoned meat and vegetables. The video even showed pulled chicken tacos, but that’d seemed to be too messy for him to eat on the job— definitely a note for another day.

You hum as you lean against the counter, looking at the bread dough in the bowl before you. Pulled chicken sounded damn good especially for protein, you have bread already, and shredded vegetables would be easy to get…you're going to make the best damn meal he’ll have in his life.

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Sweat trickles down his back and soaks his shirt as he pants quietly, breaths eventually slowing down from his early morning run. The air is crisp, almost biting with how cold it is as December deepens. He doesn't particularly like how much his thoughts have shifted these days, always thinking about his next visit to his bakery rather than the rest of his schedule for the day. Damnit, just the mere sight of a teacup makes him think of your grin when you hand one to him. He’s convinced he’s starting to go insane.

The locker rooms are quiet at this time, and so he pulls off his top in one smooth motion before throwing in his laundry bag that he’ll handle later. His muscles flex as he stretches them a little, fishing out a fresh vest and shirt when his phone buzzes in his duffel bag. That’s unusual, no one really bothered texting him apart from his phone service provider or occasionally an app notification. Even Soap preferred to just hunt down the Lieutenant himself, knowing he barely ever checked his phone. But he does now, because now he’s got someone who has his number, and who actually wants to text him too. Your name and the silly picture you took on his phone flash up, and for once his thumb fumbles when he types his password in.

“Is there any chance i could potentially leave something for you at like.. a military gate.. post.. thing? You forgot something in the shop!”

He raises a brow at the message, knowing damn well he’s never been reckless enough to forget something that would be important as to be delivered to him at this time. If it really was something, surely it could wait until he inevitably saw you next week. At least, that’s what his rationale is telling him. He shouldn't breach work hours and go off and let you into the base, no he should just tell you that it isnt possible and he’ll handle it himself. He’d be damned if he ever let you drive your truck up here, carrying one of his things and delivering it to him personally. What if someone saw you? What if another soldier talked to you and you realised they’re the one you want to stay friends with and not him?”

At that he slams the locker door closed, letting out a deep breath and ignoring the way his face heats. It’s just because of the run, just because of the way his mask clings to his face. It’s really hot in here, yeah that’s it. This -2° air is boiling.

It’s almost lunch time now, and he walks down to the admin area where an intern, who is usually tasked with the mundane tasks like these, tells him there’s a girl waiting for him at the gate. He just gruffly nods, hands stuck in his pockets as he steps out of the building and where you stand on the other side of the barrier, awkwardly waiting with a little paper bag. He’s glad you’re wrapped up, a thick scarf practically engulfing your face and a wooly hat covering the hair he loves the look of. “Miss Lost and Found, is that your name now?” He hums, stepping towards you and you almost jump, not used to the physical skull mask he wears on base and rather the more tame chalk one. But his voice resonates instantly and you grin, tugging down your scarf to your chin. “I may have lied. I came bearing a delivery.”

Well he hadn't expected you to straight up lie to get your way, but he supposes it must be a good cause and so he takes the bag when you offer it to him, though not without taking your wrist too. “C’mon, let's get you warmed up inside.”

You’re not sure if you stick out like a sore thumb because of the thick jacket you wear compared to the camos sported around here, or due to the Lieutenant’s grip around your hand as he tugs you along. It must be a mix of both, assuming from the way the other soldiers look at Ghost and then you before scurrying off quickly. He eventually seats you opposite him in an office, letting you sit on the couch as he settles on the armchair. Though.. this office does not match him in the slightest. “Captain’s office, not mine.”

He hums, digging out the container out of the paperbag with curiosity along with a warm flask. “You didn't..” He grunts, eye flickering down at the food and then up to you, not quite sure just yet if the little lunchbox you brang is something he had somehow left behind in another life or you really had brought him lunch while he was working.

“I did. I wanted to thank you for all your help the other day” You grin, and he pulls off the lid, instantly caught in the delicious smell inside. Two large chicken stuffed buns right beside each other, practically still hot considering you cooked them this morning. Beneath is veggie sticks, ones you’d usually give to little kids, layered over seasoned rice in case he wasn't full on the buns already. And of course, would it really be you if you didn't give him a dessert? Of course, nothing too sweet, in fact you even went out of your way to make another off menu item for him… oops.

“Banana bread? Do you note down everything I say?” He likes the way your smile grows wider when he notices your efforts, taking care to remember that for later too. Though, he really is surprised you were paying that much attention to him. “You know I'm gonna devour this, righ’?”

Though you’re quickly cut off when the door bangs open, a noise common around here but not exactly for you since you unintentionally jump. It doesn't go unnoticed by Simon though, whose hand shoots out to protect before realising you had only jumped at the door and nothing actually serious. His hand says awkwardly hovering before you before he just picks some lint of your shoulder, quickly turning to the door instead. Is he going crazy or what? The cause of the noise was a bulky man who had almost as much muscle as the man in front of you, only shorter than him and the muscle was more evenly distributed.

“Lt, the fuckin’ rookies are at it again! This new batch are always fighting eachother!” He exclaims, walking over to the desk in the office to snatch a cookie out of a jar that easily blends into the rest of the furniture around. You stare at him as he bites into it, the crumbs falling onto his tactical gear before his head lifts to meet Simon’s, only to see you right in front of him. He raises a single brow at you, then chomps on a cookie a little more.

“Oh, is this one of ‘em? Lass doesn't even look terrified, have ye lost yer touch mate?” Ghost grunts as the man jests, and shakes his head before trying to move the lunchbox out of the man’s sight. “She’s not a soldier, Johnny.”

“Not a soldier eh? So.. CIA? One of Laswell’s right?”

“No”

”Medic?”

“No.”

“K9 Trainer?”

“No.”

”Damnit, Lt, yer killing me!”

‘Johnny’ groans as he steps around the desk, before promptly noticing the lunchbox that Ghost had failed to completely hide behind him. Though, that left even more questions unanswered. For starters, when has Ghost ever sat with someone for lunch?

“None of ya business who she is. I’ll deal with the rookies in five, just get ‘em rounded up, Soap.” Then he turns to you, wrapping the scarf that was tossed to the side back around your neck before he pulls you up by your hands. “And you need to get back home.”

“Do I really look like I could be in the CIA?” Soap snaps his gaze to you as your head tilts, in a way that’s far too friendly, towards Ghost though he only rolls his eyes up at you and huffs out a chuckle. “You couldn't even kill a fly.”

“I didn't want fly blood on me!”

You argue and Ghost turns to see the other soldier staring, so he grunts and closes the lid onto the lunchbox. Soap had just been through a series of emotions and confusion was an aspect of all of them. Ghost had just tucked a scarf around your neck, refused to give your identity to him and he was about to walk you back to wherever you came from. For once in his life, he stays silent as his Lieutenant leads you out, a hand on your back to guide you.

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After he walked you back to your car and made sure you knew your way out of the complex, he had spent the next half hour dealing with those damn rookies Soap groaned about. Finally, he was free now, the little blue lunch box in front of him, and lord was he starving. As he promised, he devoured everything you made him, even taking a moment to stop and savour the burst of flavour the shredded chicken had been coated in. It was more than good, it was like the takeout they only got every so often, like the drinks he’d share with his taskforce, or even the sigh that gets let out when everyone comes back unscathed from a mission. It was comforting and warm, a promise of safety and he’d be damned if he never got to try this cooking ever again. So, he savours each bite, every drop of tea in the flask until it’s empty. He’ll scrub the container clean for you, grab you a box of chocolates even if it was meant as a thnak you. And he’d be back in that bakery, as soon as he could.

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Into the Resident Evil Verse

Dimitrescu Daughters x Fem Reader

Requested by: Belaluvr

*NSFW Warning: language, blood drinking*

"Come on hurry up" you grumble impatiently.

Your foot shakes as you watch the numbers of your download slowly rise; 43% 44% 45%. You preordered Resident Evil: Village months ago and it's finally here! You can't wait any longer. The second it hits 100% and says it's ready to go you grab your controller and hit the icon to start the game. The internet has been going crazy over this new villain Lady Dimitrescu, you and your friends have come up with theories on how she's the big baddy you'll ultimately face down. You're disappointed to say the least when you find she's the first villain you face, but that doesn't damper your spirits.

"I'm sorry" you heave dramatically as you click to shoot her in her dragon form.

You yawn loudly and look over at your phone, "1 am?! Shit I gotta go to bed."

Needless to say the game becomes your current hyper-fixation over the next few months; it consumes all your daily thoughts even after you got all the achievements in the game and played a minimum of 15 times. You tone it down around your coworkers because they don't understand, but in the wee hours of morning you're still awake scrolling restlessly through fanart, fanfiction, and more.

Jokingly your friend sends you a meme, "you're in the last video game you've played, how long do you survive? Send this to 5 friends or else it'll come true." you read aloud.

You ponder for a minute, then respond "well we all know what game I played last. I'd say I would survive indefinitely using my charming good looks to seduce Lady Dimitrescu and/or her daughters, or I would die immediately by trying."

Your friends roast your answer, sending laughing emojis and more memes dogging on you, but you roll your eyes knowing they're no better than you as you shut your phone off to finally sleep. When you wake you're shivering which is odd considering it's the beginning of September and shouldn't be this cold yet. Your eyes flutter open and you find that you are not currently in your room, but a rundown shack with something oozing down the walls. You fling out of the creaky bed and hit your back against the other wall, panting frantically as you look around to get your baring. It's small that's an understatement, the bed barely fits in the room and you have to do a side shuffle to squeeze past it. There's no door, only a curtain hanging up which you push aside to reveal a small cluttered kitchen and another curtain hanging beside you.

"What the fuck?" you mumble to yourself.

You creep along the interior until your find a door, sliding the large metal rod out of place and pushing the wooden door open. As you do so, something glass falls on the other side and shatters igniting a chorus of blood curdling howls and howl-like screams. You startle and shuffle back through the door as the house shakes and there's loud thumping heard from outside. That definitely confirmed your suspicions. So if this is when Ethan is getting attacked, that means you should be safe for the time being, the lycans will be attacking him.

"There's no fucking way. This has to be a dream, but if it's not..."

You look over and see one of those crates with yellow markings, but when you strike it with your fist nothing happens except a shooting pain in your hand.

"Okay...maybe video game logic?"

Checking in the kitchen you find a knife and walk back over to the crate, swinging the knife over the box and seeing it crumble into little shards. Inside is ammo which is entirely useless to you right now, which means you're stuck with the knife. The howling outside has died down meaning Ethan must be in the next section, if you're in the game then, perhaps finishing the game will release you? But that means...

A shiver runs up your spine at the thought of facing the women of your sickest fantasies. Then again, you have intimate knowledge of this game and what occurs so maybe that can be of use to you. You leave the rundown shack, looking around frantically for any signs of lycans or worse, so far so good as you weave your way through the village. You scoff and plug your nose at the smell, you knew it would smell bad but not this bad. The rotting goat heads definitely don't help. Unlike Ethan though, you don't have to follow the main path and can actually climb and jump without going through the mental puzzles. You jump up onto a crate and climb up over a fence, landing on the other side and almost slipping in the mud. You shiver again and rub your arms for warmth, you have to get out of this cold or else you'll freeze to death for sure.

Then a sound stops you in your tracks, a jingling of bells of some sort which if memory serves right means Mother Miranda. You look around frantically and dive into the mud behind some crates as the jingling passes by you and stops. You cover your mouth to muffle your breathing as you sit there, the cold wet soaking through your clothes and sending chills over your body. The jingling continues on and you sigh out heavily, standing up and looking around the corner not seeing her. In front of you is the maiden statue which means the gate to Dimitrescu Castle is not far, neither is the church. You run through the courtyard toward the stone wall seeing that Ethan has already placed the stone tablets and the gate is open. Good, that means he must be in the meeting with the lords and this is your opportunity to sneak into the castle. Then again, are you really safer with a bunch of blood thirsty sexy monster women?

You flick the switch to the door and look around quickly seeing scuff marks below your feet, that must be where Ethan was dragged out. The door clicks and opens to reveal the vineyard, as you step through the doors close once again with a loud thunk. That would explain why no one ever leaves. As you march through up the path you stop upon seeing the Duke's carriage, it would be in your best interest not to be caught so you go around as quickly and quietly as you can. The doors to the castle open for you but the large iron gates above do not close, so at least you can escape outside if need be. The castle is quiet, too quiet, as you walk down the hallway and into the hall of four. At least it's warm in here but now you begin to panic as you wonder where the other occupants of the castle currently are. Your question is answered upon the arrival of buzzing and flies surrounding your vision.

"Shit."

As you turn around the formation of all three daughters appear, they surround you like sharks cutting you off from any means of escape. When you try to step back their formation blocks you and pushes you forward until one of them pushes you hard onto the ground. You grunt and catch yourself on the hardwood floor then flip over to look up at them as they giggle and look down at you. Bela leans down, making you gulp from the close proximity but also gag a little from the small of rotten blood and decay.

"Hmmm you're not a maid" she states.

"Another outsider? This day has become interesting" Cassandra laughs.

"We'll take her to mother."

"No no no wait!" You plead.

They don't listen as Bela slices her sickle into the back of your leg, you scream loudly and curse as the blade catches into your flesh and you're dragged by it. It burns and you can't help but cry and scream from the pain of the muscle being shredded from their sickle. Cassandra hooks the other leg making you scream again as they drag you to their mother, the only thought in your mind is the shooting pain in your legs. They drop you upon arrival and you whimper, looking down at your shredded legs as you sniffle and groan from the throbbing pain as you bleed out on the ornate carpet below you.

"Mother, I bring you fresh prey" Bela announces.

"You are too kind to me daughters, now, lets have a look at him."

Lady Dimitrescu stands and pauses upon seeing you, "well well, what do we have here? Another outsider."

You groan trying to move, gasping and flinching at the pain, Lady Dimitrescu approaches you examining you thoroughly.

"Not who I was expecting, but you'll do fine for Mother Miranda's ceremony. Drain her daughters."

Your eyes flash open as her daughters stalk toward you, you can't exactly move but you try to anyways to get any sort of distance between you and them.

"Wait! I know about Ethan and Rose and Mother Miranda. I can help you! Mother Miranda is only trying to kill you and wants Rose. She doesn't care about anyone else. I know Ethan is on his way here, if he makes it here he's going to kill you and your daughters."

This gives her daughters pause but only makes Lady Dimitrescu laugh, "that pathetic manthing cannot hurt us."

"He'll find out your weakness. You're going to drag him in here just like you did me, he'll be strung up and escape and Bela is going to chase him through the dungeon. His gun is going to shoot out a window and he'll know you're weak to the cold."

Cassandra steps forward, her sickle swinging in your direction but you dodge just in time before it slices open your cheek.

"How do you know about that?!" She growls.

"I told you. I know everything that is about to happen. I can help you."

"What are you, some kind of psychic?" Daniela asks.

"Um..."

Lady Dimitrescu turns, "speak before I cut out your tongue! How do you know all this? Some, outsider knowing my daughter's weaknesses. I should cut you open myself."

Her claws flex out and you swallow, starring at them wide eyed then back at her, how are you going to explain? How will they understand? You have to try before she does kill you.

"Okay okay, um I can't explain exactly how I know but I can prove that I'm telling the truth!"

"Speak!" Lady Dimitrescu orders.

You stutter out what you can remember, from Ethan getting into the castle, to him escaping, killing Bela, and the phone conversation Lady Dimitrescu has with Mother Miranda. They all stare at you, Cassandra ready strike as she growls under her breath.

"Are we really going to listen to this? How do we even know she's telling the truth?"

"Because Ethan will be here any minute, and you're going to string him up and he'll escape. If I'm lying you can kill me, if that's what happens you'll know I'm telling the truth."

"So you want us to let him escape?" Bela scoffs.

"If he does, you'll chase him into the basement and you'll die. When he escapes, wait for him in the dining hall or kitchen, but if you go in that storage room adjacent to the kitchen you will die."

"That doesn't prove anything!" Snaps Cassandra.

"I know Mother Miranda ordered you to kill all your staff. Why would she do that knowing you require them to survive? She's also wiped out the whole village with those lycan experiments leaving you nothing."

That gives them another pause, Lady Dimitrescu retracts her claws and steps toward you, you flinch and crumble onto the ground, your head getting light from the blood loss.

"Daniela, fetch me first aid." She orders.

Daniela is gone and back in a flash, she hands her mother a green bottle which she opens and pours onto your legs. You scream again from the burning sensation but before your very eyes the wounds on your legs heal. The pain subsides leaving your legs heathy but your pants still torn from where their sickles had been.

"Tell me everything. Quickly."

Ethan will be here any minute, you rush through what you can, telling them about Mother Miranda's plan for Rose to bring back her daughter, and Ethan collecting the parts of his daughters from each lord. The whole reason being Mother Miranda wants the other lords dead. Lady Dimitrescu listens intently, you can see the turmoil, questioning the woman who saved her for what this stranger says, but there's enough truth to her words to make Lady Dimitrescu pause.

"Call Mother Miranda. You'll see I'm telling the truth."

A noise captures their attention, the sound of shattered glass meaning Ethan must be in the castle now.

"Well, we'll see if what you say is true soon enough. Daniela take her to my chambers and then bring Ethan to me."

Daniela grabs you by the collar of your shirt and drags you through the castle, you grunt and groan as your body bumps onto various pieces of furniture. Daniela tosses your forcibly into the Lady's chambers, you look around seeing the large broad windows and her vanity around you. You stand up and try the window but it's locked, you could take the key to the door and escape but where would you even go? You're damned if you do, damned if you don't. So far it appears they believe you enough to keep you alive, but this is definitely not how you planned on meeting these women. The ghost pain in your legs tingles, making you rub them and groan, you've never experienced pain like that before and you can't get the feeling out of your head.

You have three options: escape with the key and try to find a way out of the castle, escape and bide your time until Ethan kills them, or stay put and hope they believe you. Then again, they may have hurt you but it's instinct right? They shouldn't deserve to die, but then again they do torture people, they enjoy hurting people not just out of survival. You're sitting duck at a meat farm, waiting for your turn to be slaughtered. The door slams open making you jump and flinch, Lady Dimitrescu walks through and looks down at you, her eyes narrowing.

"I will call Mother Miranda."

Okay so she believes you.

She sits at her vanity and picks up the phone, dialing a number and waiting.

"Mother Miranda, I regret to inform you that Ethan Winters has escaped that fool Heisenberg-"

You look toward the windows, Ethan isn't there meaning he must still be in the basement with Bela. You hope that Bela heeded your words and didn't follow him.

"Because he has already proved too much for my daughters to handle. When I find him- yes Mother Miranda."

She hangs up the phone and brace for her to throw the vanity but it doesn't come, you open your eyes and she's looking directly at you through the mirror.

"How?" She asks.

You know what she's asking, but again, how can you tell her without sounding completely insane, "um, because I've done all this before?"

"What do you mean?"

Maybe you can lie a little or tell a half-truth, "all of this, where I'm from is a story told through Ethan's perspective. I'm not from here, all of this, your life, your death, is all a story. Ethan is supposedly the hero that vanquishes you, the other lords, and Mother Miranda to save his daughter."

"You're not from here?"

"This realm? No, not really. This is all a story where I'm from. I don't know how to get back."

"Yet with your knowledge you decided to come into my home and tell us our fate. Rather than let him do as was destined to do."

"I guess."

"He kills my daughters."

"Yes."

"How?"

"He figures out they are weak to the cold, then shoots them."

"Can't I kill him?"

"You probably could, but that's the thing, he's made of mold. The same mold Mother Miranda uses in her experiments, from this thing she calls the mutamycete and while that thing is alive, he'll just keep coming back."

"And he manages to kill me?"

"And Donna, and Moreau, and Heisenberg and eventually Mother Miranda. Her plan all along was to have Ethan kill you and the other lords. It all happens when Ethan faces Mother Miranda in the end. She calls you her, 'false children' and even thanks Ethan for destroying you."

Now they vanity is thrown. You shield your face from the flying debris as she stands and screams in frustration, her hands shaking violently.

"My daughters are more importantly to me than anything. Including Mother Miranda, she may have given me immortality and this castle, but my daughters are mine and mine alone!"

"Then give Ethan your section of Rose. Let him go and face Mother Miranda, maybe even call the other lords to warn them. Except Heisenberg, he can die for all I care."

"That we can agree on" she huffs.

"Very well" she says after a moment, "where will he be?"

"Um, after he defeats Bela he's supposed to come here and get your key so, if he didn't face Bela he might still be in the basement. All of this is new."

Lady Dimitrescu motions for you to follow her, she crouches through the doorway and you follow her, partially sprinting to keep up, back to the main hall and into the kitchen. Bela is in the kitchen and looks over at you, her arms crossed upon seeing you still alive and you hear Ethan in the other room.

"Speak to him, I will collect the part of Rose we have. Bela will monitor."

You approach the iron gate with your hands raised up as Ethan points his gun toward you.

"You're-you're human?" He asks.

"Yes" you answer.

"Where are those witches? How are you alive? Get me out of here! I need to find my daughter."

"I know Ethan. I know."

"How-how do you know my name?"

"That doesn't matter right now. Right now I'm here to offer you a deal, the lady of the castle has agreed to give you her piece of Rose in exchange you leave without harming her or her daughters."

"Piece?"

"Do we have a deal?"

"Just get me my daughter!"

The iron gate opens and he barges through to find Bela standing there, her sickle drawn. Ethan draws his gun but before he shoots you jump in between them, holding you arms up Bela growls at the motion and Ethan's gun shakes.

"Hey! Whoa! We had a deal!"

"You're with them! Those monsters! This is all a trick."

"Bela stand down."

Lady Dimitrescu's voice booms down the hallway, Ethan turns his gun in the direction of the hallway to find the Lady standing there with the yellow jar in hand. Ethan looks at the jar, then you, then back at the jar, lowering his gun slowly as the Lady holds out the jar. He slowly approaches and takes the jar, looking it over confused then back at you before he shuffles around the lady, waiting for her to strike before he runs off into the direction of the hall of four.

"Go out the way you came, the gate will be open for you to leave."

Now Bela and the lady look down at you, "now what?"

"Now he'll go to Donna's erm...Lady Beneviento's and the other lords. He'll kill them. Then he'll face Mother Miranda and destroy most of this village in the process."

"So, we're doomed either way. We just let him escape, and Mother Miranda ordered us to kill all of our food source. You've doomed us from being killed quickly to being killed by starvation" Bela snarls.

"Unless we can more people to move to this village. You have vast wealth don't you? You alone could rebuild this village and bring people back, but you would have to stop torturing people."

"What?!" Bela snaps.

"Bela, get your sisters. We have work to do. As for you" she looks in your direction, "you will tell me everything you know in great detail."

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True to your word, Ethan does exactly what he did in the game; he faces Donna, Moreau, and Heisenberg, and eventually Mother Miranda. The village is consumed in mold and explosions can be heard outside the castle walls, you bunker down in the library with Daniela. Weirdly enough, she's not how you assumed to be at all; she's very sane albeit a bit eccentric to have an outsider to ask all her questions. It helps distract your mind from the chaos that happens outside, until the mutamycete explosion shakes the entire castle, Daniela is the first to grab you when the glass ceiling shatters from above. She's much heavier than you expect too, with her already freezing from the building up snow that crashes down into the library, you have to drag her out the door near one of the statues.

There's a heater there, you know this area leads to the bell room as you look over at the statue of four women and the mask still adorned to it. The door to your left leads to the main hall where you hear more commotion happening as you sit Daniela in front of the heater.

"Stay here."

You rush out to the main hall, seeing the fire out in the main hall and part of the wall crumbled in. Lady Dimitrescu storms out from beneath you, coming from the courtyard screaming for her daughters. Cassandra would be closest in her armory. You run across the banister to the portrait of a woman with the colorful glass eye, you push it open and run up to the iron door. Ethan never got the key to unlock it, but luckily for you, it's unlocked. The door opens and you groan at having to crawl through but you do so anyway, crawling underneath the opening in the wall then up the stairs to find Cassandra huddled in one corner.

The cracked wall is broken with the bookshelf blocking it, laying in tattered pieces on the ground. You approach Cassandra who swing her sickle at you, barely missing you in the process as you grumble and try to lift her. She's heavier than Daniela but you manage to drag her to the opening in the wall that you have to crawl underneath.

"You gotta help me a little here Cassandra."

"I can't" she mumbles.

You look around then run back into the armory finding one of those weapons with a large hammer like head. You lift it, struggling to carry it down the stairs and swinging it at the opening in the wall to widen it. The bricks crumble like dust, giving you enough room to drag Cassandra through the opening and down the hallway to where Daniela is. The closer you and her get, the more movement she has, slowly warming herself the further from the cold you two get. Once you arrive to Daniela, Cassandra is able to move around and huddle with her sister for warmth. You sigh heavily and heard another commotion in the main hall, you open the door to see the Lady and Bela walking up the stairs.

"In here!"

You motion to the door and the Lady bends in, setting Bela near the last remaining heater, they huddle together for warmth and you look up at Lady Dimitrescu.

"So this is it? This is what we're reduced to."

"It'll get better."

"Says the psychic" she retorts.

"Mother Miranda is out of the way, that means you're in charge and can do what you wish with the village."

"If we survive long enough for that to happen."

"Well, I'm sure you could drain all that blood in the basement. If you're really desperate."

"How do you know about that?" Daniela asks.

You raise an eyebrow at her and she looks away, "right" she mumbles.

"We could eat you" Cassandra growls.

"Then you'll be back at phase one, with no food source."

Lady Dimitrescu sighs, "you have a point. I will see what I can salvage, from the wreckage."

The moment Lady Dimitrescu leaves, the daughters surround you, their hungry eyes looking over you.

"We need blood" Bela groans.

"Shit" you mutter.

Without asking they grab you, their teeth finding any exposed flesh they can find. Bela and Cassandra attack your neck, Daniela finds your arm and they bite down simultaneously. You choke out a scream, unable to fully scream because of Bela and Cassandra choking you. The pain burns up your body, you wiggle and squirm only to have them hold you down onto the ground as they take their fill. Eventually your head spins, you groan weakly and they drop you, fresh blood coating their mouths as you flinch from the air hitting your open wounds. Their eyes glow in the dim light of the heater, you look up at them and swallow thickly down your swollen throat.

"You know, we never did get your name."

"Y/N" you mumble out.

"That's a nice name" Daniela compliments.

"We'll keep you alive. For now."

* * *

The days melt into months, Lady Dimitrescu kept you alive and it seems the girls have started to grow fond of you. When they start getting antsy or bored, wanting to tear into your flesh, you tell them a story from where you're from. Usually about another video game that you can remember, or things about your life. That keeps them entertained enough not to kill you or harm you, but it doesn't stop them from feeding off you. All of them take turns, and you're running dangerously low on that magical health cure, eventually you won't have any means of healing yourself.

Lady Dimitrescu did exactly what you suggested, she turned the village into a prime tourist villa, giving tours of the historic castle and offering packages of fishing in the bay. As far as her food source, no one notices a couple drunkards or thieves missing here and there. Her daughters make themselves scarce during the tours, and she employed you to giving the tours. Not wanting to draw any more attention than necessary.

After another long day of walking, you sigh and crash on a nearby couch, wanting nothing more than to wash and go to bed. You have to admit though, it's still better than your old life. You're surrounded by attractive women, and word has it they've grown rather fond of you too. Daniela is the first one to initiate anything, grabbing you by the shoulders and kissing you after a successful day of hunting a petty thief throughout the castle. You kissed her back of course, and that only sparked the other two to lay claim to you.

Masterlist

Part Two

#resident evil village #re8 #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #dimitrescu sisters #dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x female character #cassandra dimitrescu x female character

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