#third person killing demons and monsters

[heartfullofleeches]

Vengeful Undead Yan + Friendly Creep Reader-

They were happy - once.

Quiet, yet giving - the type of person who wore their heart of their sleeve. Despite how it bleed for everyone around them, no one carried to give them a second glance until - they met him. With a charming smile and those kind eyes, it was like they had finally experienced true love for the first time. They loved him, and he loved them back. Those thoughtful gestures, reassuring words - all for them.....until they weren't.

There was someone else in the background. Affectionate and carefree, the second they skipped into someone's life things were never the same. Their smile was like a gravitational pull and their sweet words sealed their affliction on their prey. You. Your innocent persona was one few could ignore - even their true love. You were everywhere. You were the third wheel on every date. You trampled on their life - their happily ever after. You....took him away.

That couldn't be true. He still loved them. He was their prince, not yours. That's why he took them to the hill where they consummated their love. That's why his hands were on their shoulders. That's why he told them he loved them. That's why.....he would catch him when they tripped.

But he didn't.

It was an accident, right? Right?- He loved them. He loved me! Why?... It hurts so much. Darling, where are you going? Don't leave me!

It hurts....it hurts...

As they dragged their broken body up the hill and back home, their was another car in the driveway - back shield boarded up with glittery stickers and signs. They wondered how you hadn't gotten yourself killed before them... You. Already claiming their place. Their body may have been cold, but they were still walking. You couldn't have him. You couldn't take him away. They hear him crying. Seeking your comfort after the disappearance of his dearly departed spouse. It hasn't been more than a day since they fell. Nobody was even looking for them. And they never would. There's a rustle of clothes - then silence. The front door unlocks before they had the chance to break it down, out walking you - with crimson fists. You clean the blood off your hands with a torn cloth.

"Geez.... People don't know when to take no for an answer anymore.."

"Gi...ve..."

You glance at the source of the soft whimpers, unfazed by the odd angle of their neck and the slackness of their jaw; bones jutting out of every limb. Tears leak from their bruised eyes.

"Give it back to me.. Give him back!"

"Whoa! Don't worry, he's not my type even if he wasn't a cheater. Bet he said you were his one and only, yeah?"

You step aside to show them the husk on the floor in no better condition than them, but still alive. You click your tongue, sadly shaking your head.

"That's what happens when you keep your heart in your pants. Sorry yours got torn out...quite literally as it looks. I'm guessing this belongs to you. I was going to pawn it, but I think you should have it back."

You pull the rotting shell into a hug, locking the chain of the bloodstained locket in your hands around their neck. They touch it. They hadn't realize it was gone. He must've taken it when he swore his love Even in their final moments, all he did was take. You wipe away the new flood of tears with his tattered shirt.

"Hey, now. Don't cry. There's other fish in the sea. Ones who'd love a cute zombie ready to eat their whore's brains. Best of luck to you."

And with that, you climb into your car and drive off. They look down at their discolored skin and dirt caked nails. ... cute? A faint groan alerts them to revival of their lost love. He looks up at them in horror, spitting teeth and obscenities as he crawled away. Monster. Demon. After they spent so many hours every day becoming beautiful - for him. This final betrayal becomes too much. As their teeth rip into his neck, their heart finally stopped bleeding. At least for them.

As they stumble through the house that was once theirs, a single thought charges their stride. Cute. Cute. You said they were still desirable. The person they hated until their very last breath was now the only one they could think of in this hellish afterlife. They sit down at their vanity mirror, popping their bones back into place and tying a scarf around their neck to keep it straight. Cute. Beautiful. They still were. You saw beauty no one else had ever seen. You....You.....

It hurts... Their chest. That hole torn through it with sticks and sharp rocks was filled once again...with memories and thoughts of you.

The next day as you're heading out to pick up the days mail, you find that same ghoul on your doorstep. All dolled up and a single rose in hand - the blood of your mailman fresh on their teeth as they smile bashfully up at you.

"Hm...not exactly what I was expecting... Think we should raid his truck?- overheard my neighbor a few doors down talking about a new blender coming in today."

[asawaniej]

!Canon!EJ relationship ~~~headcannons!~~~

!GN! reader (gender neutral)

(Masterlist) (EJ List)

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This fella here doesn't have any backstory of sorts, nor will the creator will probably add since (you guess it) is anonymous, And canon is canon meaning no cult,no eye scooping etc. Just canon without the backstory :3.

Headcannons under the line!

|?Canon!Eyeless jack| relationship| headcannons|

First thing you need to know is, this little fella won't just fall in love with you, you have to go through the 5 stages of grief and level with this little pookie

Defense

Words of Affirmation / Trust / Acts of Service

Anti-Aggro

First

Cherish

First is Defense, this man will NEVER find you pretty/handsome at first glance, he will always be aggro, so you have to defense yourself first before stage 2

Second is Trust or Words of Affirmation,(or Acts of Service), this little dude will need your trust first before he will finally atleast stay 5 feet away from you (it's alot be grateful that your even in his presence without him killing you or grabbing onto your kidneys 💀)

Third is Anti-Aggro, you'll need his trust coming from Stage 2 so he finally won't just lunge at you and grab your kidneys, pretty much like the name says you'll have to make him Anti-Aggro to you if you want him to be your little pookie bear

Forth is quite confusing, but First is pretty much as in First. You'll be his first love/friend/best friend etc. (First can be platonic or romantic because he has probably never experienced his First love or friend or something yet)

Fifth is Cherish, if you finally got the heart of this little demon man you are in LUCK because, wow???, dang you got the heart of the cannibal monster! Now make sure you don't upset him.

Although these are just measly 5 stages, don't underestimate them! The longest process is gaining his trust! And that blue man won't easily trust you ofcource! It would probably take months or even years to fully gain his trust. But if it takes you a couple of weeks then wow! You are such a person you know?

But seriously. If he cherishes you. Don't be an ass and use it to your advantage! He probably hasn't talked to a human in ever!

But the introduction is over, hey!, you got the heart of a CANNIBAL???, dang. Switched roles right???

When you guys are in a relationship, you'll have to be the one to have confessed sorry! Canon is Canon. Anyways, there's rarely any fights between you guys!

It's more of the fact he doesn't really speak. But if you do get on a fight with him then that's mostly because his been comfortable putting his organ jars on your fridge... Don't expect him to stop tho.

Expresses his love by giving you his kidney. (No not his.) With a bit of dressing of your favourite!

If you tell him you can't eat it he will be quite upset. Might as well eat it yk?? /j

He will fall more Inlove with you if you organize his jars or buy him his own fridge where he could put his kidneys at

Though if you DO mess with his jars that is not meant to be organized he will be upset but hides it, as for the fridge part. He won't be over to the moon happy, he will just be grateful ykyk??? But that won't stop him from putting jars in your fridge because his more comfortable to it and is LITTERALY attached to it because of you

Will on accident always scare you since he wears all black attire and is VERY sneaky

Hey, as much as he is a demon (or creature idk) he loves you even if it shows in a... Demonic way? Your choice. But he truly does cherish you and will protect you :3 just don't upset him ykyk...

[superectojazzmage]

X-Men works best, I feel, when writers understand on at least some level that it's really basically a cyberpunk/biopunk horror story that just happens to also be a superhero comic.

X-Men is the story of the world entering a new epoch where any random person on the street might randomly get superpowers - ranging everywhere from green hair to mind control - simply because they happened to win(?) a genetic lottery as part of a cosmic process programmed into humanity in ancient times by ineffable star gods. All around you are people who are ostensibly still people, but are also inhuman entities with alien powers who are gradually developing their own subculture that tells them they are the future dominant species destined to replace mankind. Many of them are just normal folks... but just as many see you the same way ancient homo sapiens saw neanderthals.

X-Men is the story of fear and hatred rising in the hearts of men in the face of that new epoch. Corrupt humans and mutants alike use bigotry and xenophobia to divide the two peoples, pushing them into a war not just for politics, but for evolution and the planet themselves. Mankind begins altering themselves and building machines of death to keep up with the mutants, in the process creating a third race of humanity; transhumans and robots, that in time come to be no different from the mutants, superpowered monsters of society's own making that see the humans as flatscan wastes of genes at best, oppressors to be destroyed at worst.

X-Men is the story of humanity fighting amidst themselves in their senseless darwinistic war while their world tumbles through a swirling universe of terrifying eldritch threats. Out in the stars and spiritual dimensions are alien empires once like us now advanced beyond comprehension, legions of magical wonders and nightmares in equal measure, lovecraftian machine hive minds that eat planets, demons that feast on our sin, cosmic entities that have as much in common with us as we do ants.

And above it all, X-Men is the story of how recognizing each other's humanity, of embracing love instead of hate, may be the only thing that ensures even a hope of survival in the face of the unimaginable, mind-breaking horror of a world entering a new era whether it's inhabitants like it or not... or perhaps, the only thing that decides whether or not we deserve to survive.

The best X-Men writers are the ones who recognize this. Chris Claremont, Johnathan Hickman, Grant Morrison, Kieron Gillen, etc.. The writers who recognize that there's something profoundly and utterly, existentially TERRIFYING about what the series really boils down to (a self-defeating war between mechanical and genetic evolution with normals caught in the middle that may be the extinction of all three races) and reflect that in the aesthetics and tone by emphasizing a cyberpunkish vibe.

Emphasizing that this is a world where people - willingly or not - alter their bodies like mechanics alter cars and any random person you see on the street might be a mutant or Sentinel or something that can kill you with a look, and that random person is probably hiding from something even worse that wants to kill them just for being born.

[blushweddinggowns]

Despite the fact that he had been spending the past three years intermediately dealing with the supernatural, Lucas had to admit, his life was going pretty damn good. Like okay. Yes, he almost certainly had a case of PTSD going on from all the demons and monsters he’d been forced to encounter, and the murders he’d unfortunately witnessed. 

But like, besides that, his first year of highschool was kind of awesome? He made it on the basketball team, varsity, despite being a freshman. Something that hadn’t happened since Steve was in school. And yeah, maybe he was a benchwarmer in a way Steve hadn’t been, but whatever. He was still on the team! 

Max freaking Mayfield was somehow still his girlfriend, a miracle in and of itself considering all of the insane shit she’d gone through. He was, for literally the first time in his life actually within the popular crowd, or at least popularish, all while not having to give up any of the silly, nerdy things that used to make him a target in the first place. And okay, maybe he wasn’t expressly advertising the full extent of his obsession with Hellfire with his teammates, but whatever. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. Besides, his best friends would always come first, even if they were all really annoying about his new interest in sports. 

Everyone except Steve, who was the only one outside of his dad who was actually proud of him for pursuing something new. And that wasn’t even mentioning how the guy had taken the time to practice with him every weekend for months in preparation for try-outs. And he knew so freaking much. That was one perk of having a head basketball coach that had been around for twenty years, the alumni were definitely able to teach you all their plays. Lucas could nearly read the head coach’s mind by the time the official season rolled around, all thanks to Steve. 

Steve who, in Lucas’ humble opinion, did not get enough credit for being their coolest friend. Yeah Eddie was great, more than great, he was awesome but… Lucas couldn’t help but think that it was Eddie who was lucky to have Steve, not the other way around. He loved both of them to death, but it was Steve who got his ass handed to him by Billy Hargrove to keep Lucas safe and who fought demodogs with nothing but a bat. All in the same day. It was Steve who helped to keep his dumbass sister alive when she thought it was a good idea to get involved with the Upside Down shit, and who hit a possessed racist with a stolen car right before he almost killed them all. 

Lucas thought he was badass, even if he kind of acted like a lame, overprotective dad half the time. Steve had earned the paranoia when it came to their safety, especially since he was one of the only reasons he and all of his friends were even alive. 

He was just… cool. And probably none of his friends would agree with him on this, but he was kind of… suave? With the hair and the cool car and the no-fucks-given attitude. And yeah, maybe working at a video store in a silly little vest while living in his boyfriend’s lap didn’t exactly match the image, but whatever. Steve would always be cool to him, even if the rest of the world couldn’t see it. 

He would be the coolest person he knew if he wasn’t aware of a literal superhero and his own super, awesome girlfriend. But he was a solid third place. Max, El, then Steve. And maybe it was a little insane to put Max above the girl with superpowers, but hey, she’d earned it. And he was horribly biased, but sue him. Not many people could roll with the punches in the way that girl could. Or be that funny while going through such a few hellish years. 

Lucas was just happy that she lived near Eddie and Steve, especially since her mom’s embarrassing mental breakdown. He kind of hated the woman for making Max’s life more difficult than it already was, but he kept that one to himself. It wouldn’t help anything but God, did he wish that she could get it the fuck together for once in her damn life. 

Even with her shitty mom, Max was never alone, not if Lucas could help it. Though things had been pretty rough for a second there. She had dumped him pretty soon after Billy had passed away, not that he minded. Lucas was willing to go through their stupid cycle of breaking up and getting back together for the rest of his life if it meant being with her. But that last time had felt too… real for his liking. Not because of anything he did, but just from the fact she couldn’t handle having a boyfriend, her mother’s marriage falling apart, and the guilt from her step brother dying all in one go. 

Though eventually she did reach back out and they at least got to stay friends. A friendship that didn’t last long. He had really tried not to let his feelings get in the way of being there for her, but the love he had was too obvious to be ignored forever. He was just lucky as fuck that she still felt the same way. And Lucas hadn’t been messing around when it came to his second chance. His dorky side had definitely come in handy for his overnight transformation into the best boyfriend ever. He forced Eddie and his own mom to give him some cooking lessons. Because if Max’s shitty parent couldn’t provide what she needed, then fuck it. Lucas would. And the smile she would give him every time he’d bring her a homemade lunch or dinner was so worth Erica making fun of him for being whipped. He was even taking notes on all of the successful relationships he knew, going as far as interviewing his own parents and Steve and Eddie like the little weirdo he was. But all tips were necessary for him not to mess this up. 

And it did help. He got her to open up, slowly but surely. He got the chance to actually be there for her, and that’s all he really wanted. And it had been so freaking worth it. She was smiling again, laughing and being herself despite the crappy circumstances surrounding her life. And outside of Steve and his dad, she was the only one who actually gave a shit about his basketball games. She was always at every one of them with no complaints, despite the fact that he knew it wasn’t her thing. She would even get mad at the others for not taking it seriously on his behalf, and she had forced Dustin and Mike to start going through intimidation alone.

She was always able to say the quiet part loud, a talent that was definitely a godsend for his current situation. 

Lucas had a lot of patience. It was something he prided himself on, something that took years to cultivate. But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t pissed that his friends weren’t even considering rescheduling Hellfire to go to the championship game, even if he was having a hard time specifically saying it. 

Max did not have that same problem. 

“You’re telling me you can’t stand up to Eddie Munson of all people?” Max asked, hands on her hip in a certified Steve stance as she stared his best friends down, “Are you freaking kidding me right now?”

Lucas didn’t know why having your girlfriend fight your battles for you was considered emasculating. From his point of view it was pretty awesome, especially with how scared Dustin and Mike were looking. 

“He can be intimidating when he wants to be!” Dustin tried, cringing at the way Max glared at him. 

“The guy who cried at Splash is intimidating to you?” She asked, incredulous, “That guy? Fucking really?”

They both shrugged, but at least they had the grace to look a little guilty now. But Max still wasn’t having it, “You know what? I don’t even know why I’m asking you guys. Move.”

She barreled past them, not even looking back to see if she was being followed. She was; all three of them were too invested to see where she was going with this. She went straight to a pay phone, dialing the number while mumbling rude comments under her breath.

She was so freaking cool. Had Lucas mentioned that he loved her? 

She perked up when the call was answered, sighing into the phone, “Steve? I need a favor.”

from the latest chapter of this fic

[ask-spooky-manor]

Common Fear Headcanons

What common fear/phobia each manor resident has and why

(Leaving it under a Read More cause it got long oops)

Trigger Warning: There are hints to child abuse in Sally’s and Tim’s parts so read with caution

Toby: The Dark

- Toby has a really bad anxiety disorder that only worsens if he’s left in the dark. Not being able to see anything leads to his mind coming up with more and more horrid scenarios that leave him at best: extremely on edge and at worst: having a full blown panic attack.

Tim: Spiders (and some bugs)

- Not every foster home was kind to Tim. A lot of then were outright cruel. One of them would lock Tim in a dark basement for hours on end where he constantly felt spiders crawl on his skin. Even when he was let out, he could still feel the phantom touch of the spiders. It lead to him developing a really bad case of arachnophobia as the sight of a spider takes him back to a time where he felt so hopeless.

Brian: Heights

- Brian is considered to be very fearless, but the idea of being somewhere high up will have him frozen in place. He fell once, technically died, and he fears of it happening again without being given a third chance at life.

Jeff: Heights

- This one is less personal and more having the general fear of falling to his death. He also deals with that phenomenon where once you’re high up, you have the urge to throw yourself off. It really unnerves him.

Ben: The Ocean

- …okay well sometimes the obvious choice is the best one! Drowning is said to be one of the worst and most painful ways to die. With Ben having been killed that way, they’re not exactly ready to jump into a pool anytime soon. Ghosts are mostly numbed to a lot of sensations but even then, Ben never wants to experience drowning ever again.

EJ: Forests

- The fear is completely ironic, but Jack has lived alone in the woods, freshly blind, for enough years to realize that a lot of freaky shit happens there. From ghosts haunting an area to creatures lurking behind the trees to even inhuman acts happening where no one in society can judge. It spooked Jack to the point where he dislikes having to go into the woods to hunt. Again, it’s ironic when he himself is a man eating demon, but you gotta remember that he still has his humanity unlike most forest creatures (and serial killers).

Natalie: Tight Spaces

- She has a classic case of claustrophobia. Generally speaking the feeling of being trapped makes her slowly lose her shit the longer she’s stuck there. It’s even worse if she can’t move her body. It subconsciously reminds her of the time she was made to stay in a poorly funded mental hospital against her will.

Jane: Mirrors

- It’s also an ironic kind of fear. On one hand, Jane very much adores looking at herself in the mirror. She’s gorgeous, she knows she’s gorgeous, she likes being able to see how gorgeous she is. On the other hand if she stares at it for too long, she starts to dissociate, see shadows lurk behind her, swear the person looking back isn’t her. She hates walking by them more than anything, fearing she’ll catch a monster following her if she glances over to the mirror.

Nina: Being Alone

- She is the kind of person who needs to be with someone else at all times. Being left alone will lead to her thoughts racing faster than it should. Her paranoia worsens, and she starts to feel like she’s losing her mind. The anxious thoughts and scenarios she has scares her to no end.

Sally: People

- After what happened to her, Sally unfortunately is someone who was forced to realize that there are terrible people out there. People who want to hurt others for no good reason. She may seem fine living in a manor with a bunch of people now, but truth is that it took a loooong time for her to get used to it. Each time a new person is brought in, Sally needs to take a good while to see whether or not they’d ever hurt her. Luckily no one in the manor ever would, and if they did they’d be swiftly dealt with.

Slender: The Outside

- Slender is borderline agoraphobic. He can’t really leave the dimension he created because if he did, his Curse of Misfortune would take affect. Anyone he’s near is doomed to face great misfortune to a life ruining degree. For this reason, Slender has grown a fear of leaving the manor knowing simply being out there will lead to people getting hurt. It makes him nauseous to step out there even if the portal to the real world opens up in some secluded place.

[teecupangel]

Submitted by @saberamane​

After seeing that chinchilla Desmond ask, it reminded me of my first impression upon encountering the ferox in Ark survival evolved, Genesis part 1. I know it has a cat/fox like face and kind of red panda tail and monkey-ish body but, my first experience with it was in game, as I hadn’t watched the trailer. And I thought it was a mutated chinchilla…

Saying that! A Ferox! Desmond au would be amazing. He’s small and cute, doing cute little hops to beg for treats, and then he’s a 7 foot tall wolf-gorilla thing capable of tearing your head off your body…

I just have a picture of guards angrily breaking into an ancestor’s house (like the Auditore villa at the start of AC2) and finding this cute…thing just sitting on the other side of the door, wagging it’s tail, and then they watch in horror as it suddenly grows, up and up, and up.

And then there’s nothing but screams…

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Additions by teecup

For those unfamiliar with what a Ferox look like, here you go:

Desmond would probably spend quite a lot of time trying to get used to his new body, especially his newly acquired four arms so he’d be a bit of a klutz too. And he’d be super surprised when he first transforms into his other form but also ‘hell yeah!’.

Desmond would just be a fluffy sweet bunny? Fox? Cat? No one knows (and Leonardo is trying to understand what he is) but that doesn’t really matter since Desmond is more or less docile and just likes to eat and cuddle. Not being liked by him would make a person a social pariah XD

So we have an idea of how Desmond could screw up AC2 (also, he can totally protect Monteriggioni by going on a rampage on the papacy army, although this might start a rumor of Monteriggioni having a demon as an attack dog) and Desmond could easily thwart Charles Lee’s plan to burn down Ratonhnhaké:ton’s village by going ham on them either while staying with Kaniehtí:io that day or by transforming and ‘taking care’ of the soldiers before Charles Lee could even hurt Ratonhnhaké:ton.

Now, the most common setup would be for Desmond to be Altaïr’s pet but may I suggest an alternative: Desmond as baby Sef’s pet? Sef found him while he and Darim are playing (maybe they were even able to sneak out of Masyaf) and he brought him back because Desmond doesn’t recognize Sef but he looks a lot like Altaïr so he just makes soft purring sounds as he put all his arms in the air in the universal gesture of ‘pick me up’ and Sef does. 

His transformation is kept a secret and Altaïr thinks Desmond might have mutated with the use of a POE. He’s still more or less Sef’s pet even though Desmond likes to follow Altaïr around when Sef isn’t in Masyaf. 

So when Swami tried to assassinate Sef in his sleep, Desmond is curled on top of Sef’s chest and he jumped down, staring at Swami. 

Swami’s eyes widened as Desmond transformed right in front of him and he let out a scream that gets drowned by Desmond’s roar.

Sef immediately wakes up to see Desmond pinning Swami against the floor and Sef knew that something fishy is certainly going on. Even though Swami is babbling that it was his father who ordered for his death, Sef doesn’t believe him.

First of all: His father wouldn’t order for this death. Of all the things Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad might and might not be, his love for his family will never be questioned.

Second of all: Even if Altaïr wanted him dead, he wouldn’t pick someone like Swami to kill him, that’s insulting. (At this point, both Swami and Desmond just stare at Sef because, yeah, he might be nicer and sweeter than his father but the Ibn-La'Ahad arrogance seems to be hereditary).

“Third of all…” Sef looked at Desmond and grinned, “Shall we get some exercise, Desmond?”

Desmond roared his agreement and…

That day, the conspiracy against Altaïr’s family and allies was thwarted by a large monster. Many of Abbas’ supposed allies squealed like pigs and admitted everything while being pinned down by said monster.

Malik drowned in paperwork that day.

[manjiroscum]

BEFORE DARK

Character/s: serial killer!Haitani Rindou

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sexual themes, mentions of blood, mentions of violence, murder, implied breeding kink, not bonten era, alternate universe, dub-con, unprotected sex, rindou is sick and twisted, and use of pet name. Minors do not interact.

Note: sorry this took so long, uni sucks :( this is the third entry for kinktober and is dedicated to bby cat the cutie @dottores 🫂💖 ily

❖ kinktober ‘22 masterlist | ENTRY #3

Summary: Sometimes the monster under your bed is better than the one sleeping next to you.

WC: 1.4k

It was a dark and stormy afternoon. The sky had been crying since dawn, enough to cause light flooding on the streets outside that were barren of any signs of life due to the horrid weather. In fact, it was too bare for any passerby who wish to feel some sort of comfort from seeing a human being on their way home, cursing at the emptiness of it all. But this downpour came as a blessing to your troubled mind. The sound of raindrops beating endlessly on the roof calmed your raging thoughts as you lay next to the demon who revealed its horns unintentionally last night.

Any sane person would have left him and called the nearest authority to capture him. To bring down any form of judgment on those who kill their own kind. And yet, here you are, watching Rindou lightly snore beside you. His warmth shouldn’t feel so delightful and lulling, let alone be sought after on this cold day. The red you saw often on your moodiest days was nothing compared to the color of his hands that had wrung bodies dry. He shouldn't feel so soothing to be with.

A murderer is never one who respects the value of life, let alone a serial killer who was making the rounds in the neighborhood for any signs of sport to kill.

However, the warm smile that spread across your face once he reached out to you came out naturally. Those strong arms that wrap around you and cage you in—you couldn’t phantom how capable of evil they are. Rindou yawned and nuzzled his chin on your head. He was murmuring something, but you are unable to pick up the words. Your mind was spiraling once more and the guilt in your heart continued to pang as if it were a child unable to forget you stole their candy. Perhaps you shouldn’t be ignoring it as you sink further into his chest until his beating heart could be picked up by your ear. It continued to nag your mortal soul as the hours passed by, weighing in your mind even as you made dinner that evening. The image of the bloody cleaver carelessly placed inside the drawer underneath the kitchen sink haunted your vision. Rindou knew you would see it if he placed it there, so why?

What if he finds out that you knew?

“The vegetables are gonna burn, princess.”

A curse left your lips as you snapped out of your thoughts and proceed to lower the flames unless you wanted dinner to be delayed. Rindou chuckled at your ‘clumsiness’ before he pressed a kiss on the side of your forehead. He whispered his encouragement then left you to your own to go grab a can of beer from the refrigerator. His footsteps were too light and silent for a man who was all muscle. Drops of sweat that rolled down your temple felt ice cold as you listened to him. The biggest question of it all was how you could continue to love and care for such a person when he could easily hurt others. And if he could, who is to say he can’t do the same to you?

Keep it together.

Don’t say a word.

Ignorance is bliss is what they all say. Yet, sometimes the truth always comes up in the most unconventional ways at the most inconvenient time. Of course, your choice of turning a blind eye to it was going to bite you in the ass.

You just had to catch him in the act of trying to hide the body of his latest kill just as you came home from work. The gods may have cast a curse on the area because it was still raining nonstop. Your hair was damp due to running from the bus to the front door. Muddy footprints that did not belong to your heels stained the floor which you followed, ending in you standing in front of the bedroom door. Swallowing hard, you reached for the door knob. Heart roaring in your chest like horses on the race track, fearful of what may greet you on the other side.

The door creaked open before you could even twist the knob. Rindou, who smiled at you, heard you enter the house. His hair was slightly tousled and his clothes had wrinkles on them. A small rust-colored stain sat just below his shoulders. He just killed somebody. Again. Whether he read your ghastly expression or not, your boyfriend instantly pulled you in for a hug.

“Your hair’s wet,” he mumbled after he backed away to rub your head. “Forgot your umbrella again, didn’t you? You should’ve said so, I would’ve fetched you from work.” Rindou’s smile never ceased that there was something unnerving about it. He didn’t leave your side nor leave you to change out of your clothes. He merely sat on the edge of the bed, eyeing you silently. The silence was almost unbearable if it weren’t for the pitter-patter of raindrops on the roof. Yet, as soon as you were in your underwear, his arms immediately wound themselves around your waist. His mouth pressed chaste kisses on your nape. His nose inhaled the faint scent of your perfume, welcoming it like it was a drug he couldn’t get tired of. The second his fingers started to pull your panty down, you knew what he was trying to do.

A distraction.

Your light groans of protest and wish to bathe first fell on deaf ears. Rindou was quick to hush you with a kiss on the lips once he grabbed your chin and turn your face to the side. The sickly sweet taste of him and his growing bulge rubbing against your ass close to overpowering your rational thoughts. This was another song and dance he knew all too well. He rid himself of his loose pants prior to grabbing your hand.

“Want you, princess,” he whispered into your ear. His free hand directed you to squeeze his erect dick. “Can you tell that I missed you so much?”

Without wasting more time, Rindou hauled you to the bed with a wicked grin on his handsome face. Lilac strands covered his devious irises while his hands did more sinful acts that felt more like a blessing by undressing you completely. The way his mouth devour your nipples as soon as they were freed from the cups of your bra was mind-numbing. Rindou’s thick index finger teased your leaking slit, eager to push and part your warm walls. A moan slipped past your quivering lips which he drank in, echoing your sentiment when he rubbed the mushroom tip of his cock against your pussy. He was still wearing that shirt with a bloodstain as he slowly entered your pussy, eyes squeezed shut in bliss. Even as he started thrusting into you, setting a fast pace, he never got rid of it. You refused to touch it, scared that the people he killed will start to materialize and haunt you for not breaking your silence. He must have noticed this, increasing his speed so that it almost knocked the wind out of your lungs. Your grip on the sheets was close to flattering. It was as if it was set up for it to slip past your fingers so you would have no choice but to grab his shirt. Inevitably, you did.

Rindou smirked.

Your screams for your lover to fuck you harder were drowned out by the exact soundproof walls that kept his victims from being heard outside. Your mind turned hazy, tunneling solely on the urge to reach that euphoric high that Rindou give you to notice the police badge on the nightstand. Too caught up on his skillful tongue in your mouth and his cock in your pussy to care about the mattress feeling like it was made out of stone. Your sense of smell was fogged up by Rindou’s own tantalizing scent to catch a whiff of a metallic odor because blood was pooling underneath unknowingly to you.

“Cum, princess. Fuckin’ cum around this cock.”

But not to Rindou. And as he shot his hot cum straight into your womb, he couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of impregnating you as his fresh kill sat crumpled under the bed after stuffing him there hurriedly. He was far too excited to care. Deliberately, he had been waiting for you to walk in after he smashed that stupid cop in the head for snooping around. It went all according to his twisted plan when you showed up on time, terrified of what he had done, and he couldn’t be happier. You were going to become his perfect partner in crime, whether you like it or not.

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Unspoken Whispers of the Heart 

(Yone x reader)

Yone x reader; angst, a bit of fluff if you squint but it’s mostly angst.

Yone is just a perfect angst material

The scene took place years after the invasion of Noxus in Ionia. You were close to Yone (and Yasuo, I guess) during their sword training period, as one of the members who also worked closely at the dojo. But all relationships pretty much fell apart after you all got separated from the war, until one fateful day you stumbled upon a figure that reminded you of the past.

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Notes: 

The story will follow along the canon lore of league of legends, as I prefer to stay close to the original storyline.

This is my first fic so please excuse my grammar mistakes if you happen to found some, I read it a few times before posting but just in case. I hope you enjoy! :D

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You steadied your breath as you held your wound on your abdomen. You stepped back to lean your body on a tree trunk behind you for support, hiding yourself right below the shadows. Slowly, you took a piece of cloth to and wrapped it around your wound, and looked to the front.

A man stood ahead of you by few metres, his back turned towards you. The demon - the azakana, that had attacked you earlier had dissipated into the air, leaving trails of glowing dust from the place it had just been defeated with a single blow of a blade that belonged to the person in front of you.

This long-haired man wielded two blades; one seemingly glowing in red, the very one that had served the killing blow. The other was a regular katana, already sheathed back into his right hip. His gaze remained fixated to the place where the monster had vanished, before he finally shifted his body to the right. 

You flinched slightly as he turned his face slightly to the right, revealing a crimson mask covering his upper face. Two sharp points adorned its edges, his eyes glowing blue as they seemed to be looking at you. That gaze on his eyes — You felt your stomach churn as something, something terribly familiar of whatever this figure had posed reminded you a certain memory from the past. One that you were almost certain you had buried deep enough, untouched. 

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“Yone—!”

You found yourself in his room, about to wake him up from what seemed to be his recurring nightmare. The room was still dark, the only light source was lit by a small lantern you had brought from your own room. You kneeled on the side of his futon, trying to wake him up when he suddenly rose and grabbed your wrist, preventing it to go any further as if it was any sort of prying hands from his dreams. His breath was ragged, unsteady.

“Yone, it’s alright… it’s me, y/n,” you whispered softly, trying to keep yourself calm at his sudden reaction. 

He released his grip on your wrist almost immediately after laying his eyes on you, realizing he was indeed back to the reality. 

“Forgive me,” he said, as he glanced at his hand, sighing. He kept his gaze low on the ground, focused on his blanket, his eyes seemingly tired as the night sleep could not offer him the proper rest he deserved.

“It’s alright, Yone. Do you want to talk about it?” You asked gently, keeping your gaze at him.

“…It’s that same crimson-masked creature again and again…” 

You went silent, concern filling your eyes as you were not sure how you would comfort him. It was the third time you had heard about this kind of dream from him by now.

You moved closer to him as you placed your hands on top of his, which had been cold to the touch. He looked up at you, meeting your gaze as the warmth from your palm seemed to seep into him, keeping his eyes at you so intently that you could sense the fear and desperation residing deeply within his eyes. He smiled wryly, more directed towards himself, then slowly leaned his body forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder, closing his eyes.

“Please, stay- stay just like this for a while,” he pleaded as you felt his warm breath trickled at the side of your neck. His voice sounded tired, desperate. You felt a twinge of pain in your heart to see him at this state.

You normally would not see this vulnerable side of the man before you during the day, as he always kept his troubles deep inside - a private man by nature, or so you initially thought. But as the time passed, you realized that this responsible man was being too harsh on himself. You had been trying to get him to open up more, to share even the smallest bit of the burdens he was carrying.

However, on this particular night, it seemed he had utterly drained himself – weighed down by the troubles he was carrying, but you were always ready to welcome him at any time.

You brought one of your hand to the back of his head and embraced him fully, closing your eyes in the process. 

“I’m here, Yone. I’m always right here.”

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The mask of the figure in front of you was eerily similar to the one Yone had described to you from his dreams, and now, whoever - or whatever - was standing in front of you were clearly as dangerous as the one you had imagined, although he did not seem to show any sort of threat towards you, as for now.

You watched him carefully as he put aside his magic-attuned katana, which had seemingly disappeared into the thin air after a quick swing to the side. Your adrenaline kept you cautious of his movements as he slowly approached you, eyes focused on your wound. 

“The village’s nearby, you’ll need to heal that s-“ 

His sentence was abruptly cut short as he stopped midway, his face now looking at you, seemingly frozen in shock. You gazed up to meet his glowing blue eyes, realizing that he was able to see your face in this distance as you tried to figure out whatever had stopped him in his track. It was hard to tell with the mask covering his face in the shadows, and you were sure enough you were backed up against a tree - unless, it had been alive and was trying to eat you ….

You brushed off the crazy thought as you put one hand behind to feel the tree bark, just to make sure.

You kept your gaze at him, scanning his features, unsure what to do. He kept his ground just right in front of you, also seemingly hesitant on doing whatever was on his mind, but he finally backed away and took a step behind. 

“Thank you,” you said, realizing that you had been silent for a while. He nodded in response, preparing to leave as he shifted his body to the left.

“W-wait!” You exclaimed, causing him to stop on his track in response. 

You felt that you just had to ask, as your thoughts wondered on his mysterious resemblance of his appearance, his origin, and most notably, his uncanny familiarity on his voice, to someone’s voice that you had last heard years ago. It had to be a coincidence… right? 

“What - who are you...?” You asked carefully as you leaned slightly forward, scanning his features on his face, realizing that it was actually his left eye - not of the mask, but a human eye - that had glowed blue, slowly dimming unlike his right one. You also noticed a scar on his left cheek, trailing down to his lips.

“What I am - is not your concern,” he replied, voice low and unwavering, standing still on his ground.

You pondered for a moment.

“…Somehow, you remind me of someone I knew.” You began, taking a deep breath as you continued, your eyes glued to the ground. “Someone I cared for … deeply.”

He turned his head to look at you, his eyes piercing into yours. His human eye had softened, now filled with emotions as he felt a trickle of warmth and sorrow residing deep inside him. Feelings that had been lost,forgotten. His right hand, which had been resting casually on top of his sword hilt, gripped the handle tight enough it rattled just a bit, as if he was trying to suppress the flood of emotions rising within him. All you needed to notice, was a glance back up at him, just to see. But you did not, as you remained fixed on the ground. You struggled to find the right words to say, fidgeting by yourself as thousands of thoughts and emotions were rushing through you, but somehow was stuck right at your throat. 

“I… see,” he replied. He was desperate enough to keep his emotions in check, his tone flat.

You shook your head lightly and managed a small smile, mostly to yourself. 

“But, that might just be me,” you said, deciding not to pry on further, with your wound still untreated. You stood yourself up and readied yourself to go. “Thank you again, stranger.” 

You nodded at him politely, expressing your gratitude, and made your way to the open trails, leading to a village nearby. 

“Oh, and,” you stopped midways, your back now facing him. “If you happen to see him, please tell him that… I miss him.”

For a moment, you stood there, calming your shaking hands, before continuing forward.

Yone watched your figure disappear further and deeper into the path, until you were no longer in sight. There, he stood, seemingly lost in thought under the night sky.

How he had stopped himself for not rushing to your aid when you were wounded;

How he had been restraining the urge not to put his hand on your face to feel your warm cheeks as you were facing the ground, unsure of what to do; 

How he had been holding himself back, not to embrace you from behind, to calm your trembles;

He wondered how he had managed to keep these thoughts to himself, as he knew for a fact that letting you live freely would be much wiser. Nothing would go well tampering with the spirit worlds – much alone a demon hunter.

Lifting his face up to the sky, as if surrendering himself to the cold embrace of the starry night, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“I miss you too.”

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Yan Lewin Light from blue exorcist? Headcanons pls!

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first of all, i love you for requesting him. please marry me.

I headcannon Lewin as an Obsessive and Possessive yandere.

Obsessive in the way in which well.. It's Lewin. He's obsessive by nature, Both by uncovering the mystery of what happened in section thirteen and his absolute love of demons. This transfers over to you, Definetly, You're the pinnacle of his obsession with him needing to know absolutely everything about you.

Possessive in the way in which Lewin believes that you are his and his alone. I headcannon (canon?) that he's a third-generation nephilim of Azazel, And he has certainly developed the way demons love. AKA meaning that he has a desire to own you, And that possessiveness being the driving force of his love.

Lewin is very touchy-feely with his love as well. It's a demon thing he inherited where he just subconsciously likes to let both you and everyone else know that you're taken. And to your displeasure/delight, He also enjoys getting raunchy in rather.. Public areas.

Lewin growing an obsession for you is very unfortunate and I can see happening in two different ways.

The first is where you're an exorcist, Maybe middle class or higher who has a love for demons just like he does. You're a tamer, You like to study them and are enamoured.

Lewin would notice you since you stick out like a sore thumb in the demon-hating world that is the true cross. Maybe you run into him one day during a mission, The only one who agrees with him and can tolerate his presence.

This peaks his interest, And we all know how dangerous that can be..

The other way Lewin could become enamoured with you is the exact opposite way. You hate demons, You loathe them with a passion. No matter if it's a coal tar or a Greenman, It doesn't matter as they are all monsters in your eyes.

Lewin would probably notice you from the way his sylphs definetly fear you, Having built up a reputation. Lewin, Being the jerk he is, Would probably take to teasing you and trying to convince you that demons aren't all that bad. You, Of course, Loathing him and his demons with all your being.

I'm going to go for the latter in this headcannon.

Lewin would've met you for being a backup on one of his missions. Perhaps you're a higher class exorcist due to your ruthlessness and efficiency of killing demons, Maybe even a fellow Arc Knight!

Lewin probably catches on to your remarkable distaste for demons quickly, And begins to tease you just as fast. He likes following you around, Laughing as he tries to half-heartedly make friends with you.

You, Of course, Are annoyed both by his personality and his absolutely rotten stench. You try to get him off of you, But him being an Arc Knight makes it very difficult to do so.

I feel like Lewin would take amusement in your distaste for him, Only fuelling his antics even more. It becomes a daily thing, Him often assigning you on the same missions as him so he can mock you for a past-time.

By now, He's just being Lewin with no sign of Obsession in sight.

But after a rather tough mission when you're in an airport away from the rest of the squad, Talking on the phone to someone, Does the spark of obsession really start to take fold.

Lewin's sitting away just out of earshot. You're on the phone to somebody.. But who? Lewin's curiosity gets peaked but as he tries to move closer, Both with him and his sylphs, You move away.

For some reason, This irks him. You're on the phone to somebody that's not him that you could potentially be informing of this top-secret mission.

You could be on the phone to someone that could possibly be with the Illuminati! You could be a traitor.. Yes, What if you were a traitor? What if that was just a family member or a receptionist filling in an application you've been meaning to complete?

He wants to know who, His curiosity grows by the second. But he can't get closer, You are vigilant and know to keep a good eye on him.. How observant of you!

This interest continues past the mission, Suddenly him following you around becomes less of a way of entertainment and more of an interrogation. Lewin begins to ask off-handed questions about your life, And you being on guard, Deflect it with ease.

This annoys Lewin even more. That itch inside him telling him to know more becomes worse by the second. It also sucks to know that past your general info, Your life has been strictly kept private to everyone, Even to an Arc Knight like him.

You have no social media, You have no friends in the Vatican or outside of it. You're a complete ghost, And not the kind he likes!

So its only natural that what he does next is only a precaution..

Lewin bugs your phone once you become careless one day, Leaving it out so vulnerable for the taking. Of course, Lewin has no guilt about this. He's only doing this for the good of the order, After all! Communicating with someone after a mission

You've been communicating with your boyfriend. That night you were telling him that you were okay, That you were fine. He told you how much he missed you, How much he worried for you.

And for some reason, It disgusts him.

Lewin is a difficult man to get disgusted, Usually calm and level-headed. But this? This is strange, He had finally found the piece of information he had been fishing for but instead of relief or the ego-stroke he usually go he felt.. Enraged, Genuinely repulsed..!

But Lewin isn't a man distant from his emotions, No. He's very aware of what and why he is feeling this way.

He's in love!

And wowee! What a feeling it is!

Lewin feels like a teenage boy getting a crush on a girl for the first time. Though he doesn't show it outright, Keeping his usual personality, You can notice a certain kick to his actions now. Like he's in a much better mood lately.

But that mood is instantly soured once he remembers just why he figured out his love for you in the first place.

Your "boyfriend". The man that isn't him. You may not have any social media, But your boyfriend certainly does and Lewin takes full advantage of it.

He stays up late, Much later than he usual does just to doom scroll through your Boyfriends social media pages. He scoffs at every selfie together or the pictures of what you ate on your date night. Lewin scoffs at him for trying too hard. Too distant as well as with your job, Him only being there for only a portion of your time.

He also may or may not send a few of his more.. Subtle demons to keep watch of him. Who knows? He might be with the the Illuminati, Though Lewin does doubt it as he doesn't think the Illuminati would hire someone who can't do anything right.

Around you? He does change.

Lewin's teasing turns to something much more flirtatious, I mean this man is pulling out all the stops. Every second sentence is a pick-up line, The first is a rather direct compliment towards your "assets".

You, Of course, View this as him trying to annoy you in just another way. Lewin's general personality doesn't change so it's rather easy to see it as such, So you just move on with your day and continue to shoot him down at any chance.

Lewin, Who likes to bring fast food on missions, Begins to bring you a serving too. How he knows your taste and your usual order, Who knows? But you don't care, You always turn it down, You don't trust Lewin.

Of course, This annoys Lewin. He doesn't understand why you'd turn him down and decide to stay with a man who couldn't even be with you most of the time. Lewin knows he'd be a better match, You have all your missions together, After all!

Though Lewin doesn't act on his growing urges, The ones that tell him that he needs to do something about this. He

But that all changes when you come into work one day with a ring on your finger.

Lewin spots it immediately, And as soon as he does he falls silent.

This is strange for him, Disturbing too. Though you can't see his eyes behind his hair, You can tell that he is staring dead at the rather expensive diamond adorning your ring finger. It almost makes you feel nervous.

You explain to him about your boyfriend and your engagement but he isn't listening. Though he quickly recovers his persona, Grinning, Patting you on the back and congratulating your marriage before walking off.

You don't think anything of it, Thinking it of just weird behaviour before going back to work.

But Lewin?

Lewin is pissed.

Are you seriously gonna marry a guy you won't even be able to see most of the time? Are you really gonna decide that some nobody who works in a corporate office is better than an Arc Knight like him?

This is the point where he's pushed over the edge, Lewin doesn't care anymore as he summons some of the highest ranking demons he has in his arsenal.

But he doesn't kill him.

No, Lewin is smarter than that. He has a better plan of getting him out of the way.

One day when you come home from a rather lengthy mission, Absolutely exhausted and wanting to just lie in bed with your fiancée is when disaster strikes.

Outside you find your house swarmed by members of the order, Your terrified as you run through them to find out what happened. Only for the captain of the squad to tell you what happened.

Your Fiancée was an Illuminati spy who was found smuggling cases worth of order documents while you were away. He had been lying to you this entire time and had been brought in to gather information.

You're heartbroken, Absolutely wrecked and betrayed as you break down crying. How could he do this to you? You've been in love since childhood, Did that mean nothing to him?

Lewin is thrilled, His plan working to a T. He had gotten your boyfriend out of the picture. Though it hadn't gone entirely on track as you have taken a leave of absence due to the grief you are wracked with.

But that doesn't stop Lewin from showing up at your new apartment with your order of fast food, Easily sauntering in to talk with you for hours while you lie in bed defeated.

You found it horrid at first, Your fiancée had been an Illuminati spy and Lewin decided to annoy you even then. But you've been isolated from everyone else for so long that.. You start to look forward to these visits.

Lewin brings you your groceries, He takes care of the bills and the rent (With his own money, Not that you'll know) and you start to talk to him without a single hint of aversion. Lewin is overjoyed by this, Finally getting a bit of attention!

He wonders if you'd still talk to him like this if you knew how your boyfriend was being tortured, If you knew it was him that was leading it.

But one night when Lewin decides to come over again, He finds you absolutely wasted, Having drank an entire bottle of wine, The one your Fiancée gave you to celebrate your engagement.

You barely remember anything of that night, Not remembering how you had kissed him and he to you. Not remembering how he had led you to your bed and taken the lead.

You only remember waking up naked, Lying against Lewin's chest as he slept and a hangover making your head throb.

You should feel disgusted that you slept with him, Disgusted that you did it so quickly after your fiancée's betrayal. You should kick him out your bed and never see him again.

But, You don't.

You want the contact, You want the physical touch to comfort you. As much as you don't want this, You close your eyes and go back to sleep cuddled up to him, All the while Lewin watches through the parting of his hair.

And this signals the domestic stage.

You and Lewin's relationship is strange to say the least. Makeshift, But it somehow works.

You come back to work with him one day. Your co-workers absolutely shocked to find that Lewin's now your partner, It was strange seeing the man you despised follow you around without you batting an eye or throwing an insult.

You now accept the fast food he brings for you, Let him throw an arm around you and start to flirt with you. And sometimes you even give him a rather sultry response, Always making him stop and gawk for a second before returning back to his usual persona.

Your dates consist of late night mission reports and trips to several fast food chains. It's not as extravagant as your old partner use to give you, But it's more personal and you have a good time with him.

Lewin also gets insanely jealous of anyone who decides to get a little too close to you. Giving passive aggressive jabs at whoever all with that shit-eating grin on his face and an arm locked around your waist.

Of course, That's all you see. You only think he's just a little possessive.

But you don't see how much of a jealous monster he is, Nor do you ever see the man who flirted with you ever again. Co-worker, Friend or stranger.

You're his, He won you and got his prize. Lewin's not going to let anyone come in the way of that, He doesn't even need to get his hands dirty as his demons do all of the work.

You officially move into his place and it instantly becomes much cleaner than it was before, Disgusted by the state of it. In a week it becomes spotless, Lewin being a little annoyed that all his research was now "organized" but gets over it quickly once he sees your proud face.

Your relationship is also VERY steamy.

This man is on you whenever he can, Pulling you into closets or even getting a bit risky during meetings. Lewin has no shame when it happens in a place someone could easily walk in on you two, Even enjoys it. While he does not want kids, He certainly doesn't act like it. Birth control is your only saviour in this relationship.

You'd also need to buy a lot more turtle-necks and other adjacent clothing, Him being possessive makes him like to leave marks absolutely everywhere.

You have a strict rule where you keep your demon-hating away from his demon-loving, Neither of you bringing up your opinions on the subject.

Your relationship, Weird, But it works.

But if you ever found out what happened to your previous boyfriend..?

Screaming, Crying. An absolute breakdown as you throw things at him, Desperate to get away from Lewin. He had tortured and eventually killed the man you wanted to marry, You were horrified, Terrified!

Lewin on his end is annoyed, Just annoyed. Even though he had killed the man ages ago, He still comes back to get in his way. Lewin tries to calm you down with a level-head.

"Hey! You're happy with me now, Right? So who cares about the other guy, Didn't matter what happened to him."

You try to run away, Leave the apartment but your ankles are suddenly sliced by sylphs. You fall to the ground in agony, Shaking and crying as you yell out in pain.

Lewin comes over to you, He's not acting any different to how he usually is. He tells you that you're never going to get away from him before pulling you up to carry your body in a bridal position.

He kisses you, But it was no longer sweet as it once was. You cry, Trying to get out.

Lewin tells you that he's not gonna lock you up, No, That would be just cruel and who would he be as your loving boyfriend to do that to you?

No, All you need to do is prick your finger and sign the contract in front of you with your own blood. Don't worry about what it says, Just sign the contract and everything will go back to normal.

Lewin will not let you go, You are his, He'll make sure you'll know it.

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Dr. Monster

(Sam x Dean x Cas x Reader)

Chapter 2: “The Prophecy”

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Should be a longer storyline. Has a bit of a mystery aspect to it. Specific chapters will be for certain romantic interests which I will put in the beginning of each chapter. This story is about (Y/N). Think of it as an entire season about YOU! Still developing a storyline but has lots of ideas. Will have to rewatch some seasons to get the lore right. Debating if I want to “spoil it” in the description of what the fanfic is about or leave it a mystery. I think I’m going to set the story around season 7-8 but of course I’m changing up some of the things that happen so it will be off script from the original spn show.

I’m going to switch to second person rather than third. Easier to write when it’s in (Y/N)’s POV.

Saving people, killings things, it’s the family business. During one of Sam and Dean’s hunts, they came across a small town in Oregon. Strange encounters happen is this town frequently, however there hasn’t been any killings or missing persons until now.The boys find their way to a veterinary hospital and find the cause of it…

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The group arrives back to the hospital. The boys follow you to your office. “This town has many supernatural beings in it. None of them would hurt any of the people here. We all work together to make this community safe. All of them here have nothing to go back to. They either lost their homes, families, or they were turned forcefully. They all came to me for help. I provide them medical care if they were hurt, jobs, a new life. In exchange, they protect us.” You say.

“Was that woman last night also supernatural?” Dean asks.

“Whoever is killing these people specifically know that they are supernatural.” You sigh. “Maybe it’s a hunter?”

“Or another supernatural being.” Castiel replies, “I feel a presence here, something strong.”

“I feel it too. Ever since the night at the diner, the energy in this place has been off. Like somethings here…watching us.” You add on.

“That makes no sense though. Another monster killing monsters?” Sam says.

“We killed the bitch, Eve.” Dean sighs, “Sent her ass back to purgatory. None of her freak shows should be around anymore. Unless some flew under the radar.”

You gasp, “Eve?” You’ve met a woman named Eve before. Dark brown hair, green eyes wearing a white dress. She came to the diner one night, asking about this town- she never been here before. Her presence was off, making you nervous as you talked to her. She was scary, demented almost. She talked like a serial killer would. That was many months ago, however that encounter you remember like it was yesterday. Prior to Eve visiting your town, you were already involved with the supernatural. However, you’ve also been different since your encounter with Eve. Visions, actually feeling the presence of monsters, sometimes even seeing demons true faces. You’ve never dove into your new abilities, as it scared you. Are you a monster too?

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THEN:

“Excuse me ma’am?” The woman places a hand on your shoulder. A shiver runs through your entire body when she touched you. It almost stung. You gasp out, confused from the sudden sensation. You turn around facing the unknown woman, setting (your fav drink) down onto the bar counter. You look at the woman, she wears a white dress with no shoes on, hair clearly not brushed for a while. “Are you okay?” You ask her.

“I’m Eve.” She says, doing a closed mouth smile staring at you.

“Uh yeah nice to meet you.” You say, creeped out by the situation. “How can I help you?” Looking around the bar, trying to see an escape out.

“I was told to come find you. I heard you help some of my children out.” Eve continues to smile, “I’m so thankful for you. Even monsters deserve someone to care for them.”

Your eyes widen, who is this?

“Don’t be scared, (Y/N). I’m not here to hurt you. I’m just trying to show you some gratitude.” Eve chuckles. “I’ll make sure that you’re protected. A war is coming.” Eve says. “Between everyone. Watch out for yourself.” Eve stands up to leave, touching your hand. “Besides, you’re one of my children now.”

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NOW:

“You’ve spoke to Eve?” Cas asks, wide eyed.

“Holy shit.” Dean gasps. “You’re the person they were talking about in purgatory. They were saying that she’s our savior. That every monster is going to be back on Earth because of you.���

“What the hell?” Sam asks, incredibly confused.

“Hold on a second. I know what’s going on.” Cas speaks up. “Whoever is killing your friends, is actually out to get you. A lot of the monsters wanted to stay in purgatory.”

“So basically…whoever is this is coming to get me because I’m some sort of savior? That’s ridiculous.” You laugh nervously, “There is absolutely no way that I would ever let monsters out of purgatory.”

“This makes no sense.” Sam says looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

You clear your throat after making eye contact with him. He’s so handsome.

“Hold on a second. Everything is coming together now. We need to talk to Kevin. (Y/N) are you up for a road trip?”

“Who’s Kevin?” You ask, mind racing and twirling around.

“He’s a prophet of the lord.” Castiel says blankly.

“Ok first an angel, now a prophet…please don’t tell me God is real too?!” You exclaim, hands shaking.

The boys look over at each other with a shrug. “Yeah uh, his name is Chuck.” Sam chuckles.

You sigh, placing your hands down on the desk while looking down. Everything has just gotten so much more complicated.

Dean and Castiel watch outside while Sam stays with you as you pack up your things. He stood against the door frame, trying not to watch you too intently, however he couldn’t look away from you.

“I never thought I’d be in this situation.” You say, grabbing some clothes and stuffing them into a suitcase. Sam looks away as he sees you stuffing your panties into the side of it, barely fitting.

Sam gets out of his trance, “uh yeah. I mean how did you even get yourself into all this? Helping monsters?” Sam asks, looking at you intently, wanting to listen to you as you talked.

“Long story short, a shapeshifter saved me. Really bad car crash. Had to go to the hospital and they drove me there. When I saw them again, they were in another skin- ya know wanting to stay low radar. I started to look up the supernatural and I noticed it was all around me. Something about this town is special.” You say, looking at Sam.

“Not all monsters are evil.” Sam laughs, “I once fell in love with a werewolf…and a demon.” He scratches his head. “The demon was definitely evil.”

“Been there done that.” You laugh, recalling previous romantic encounters with supernatural beings. “How’d you get into hunting?”

“Well-“ Sam stops his sentence, hearing a scream from outside. “Pack your things now.” Sam runs over to the window and looks out. Dean and Castiel are fighting somebody.

“Shit.” You hiss out, hands shaking. You close you suitcase and grab your gun, cocking it back. Sam looks back at you and nods. The two of you run out to the Impala where Dean and Castiel are fighting. Your vision becomes blurry as you look at the faces of the people. Demons. Your head hurts and the back of your eyes sting, Sam grabs you by your shoulders and rushes you over to the car.

“Let’s go!” Dean yells, throwing himself into the driver seat, Sam and Castiel joining. You and Sam share the backseat as Cas is up front with Dean.

“What the hell was that?!” You scream out, “Are demons after me?”

“Maybe the demons are working for something.” Cas sighs looking back at you. “We need to get somewhere safe.”

“We’re heading to the bunker now. Kevin is meeting us there.” Dean says, driving faster.

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The team stops at a motel for the night. Sam puts together demon warding around the motel while Cas takes care of the look out. “So it looks like there’s only one bed.” Dean looks at you and smirks. You laugh, slightly charmed by Dean’s character. His smile was enchanting. You would never admit this, but his smile made your panties wet. His voice, his body, his eyes are all too much for you to handle. You know you shouldn’t think these dirty thoughts about him but you can’t stop. Looking at his lips and then back at his eyes you smile, “Looks like you and Sam can share the bed and I’ll take the couch.” You place a hand on his shoulder and bite your lip, dragging your suitecase to the couch.

“I would rather sleep on the floor.” Sam comments, pushing hair out of his face.

“Oh please I’m a pleasure to sleep with.” Dean winks at you.

“I’m sure you hear that all the time.” You laugh and shake your head. Sam seemed almost angry watching Dean flirt with you.

“Please take the bed. Dean can take the floor and I can lay on the couch.” Sam says.

“That sounds perfect.” You smile at Sam, smirking at Dean as his mouth is agape. Sam and Dean’s eyes watch you as you go from one side of the room to the other. You felt like you were walking weird from the eyes staring. However it did put a strange sense of confidence in you.

That night you couldn’t sleep. Many things were on your mind. Demons, angels, purgatory, God…what will happen when you see this Kevin person. What is your role in all of this? Not to mention the three handsome, sexy men that are taking you on this journey that kind of seem into you. What will happen next?

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[feverdreamsandlucidnightmares]

I’m having too many thoughts about about Trigun Stampede and it’s probably nothing, but here we go (beware some very heavy handed religious comparisons/symbolism)

This is somewhere between actual meta/character analysis and fanfic, but whatever:

Nai

You are a child and to the best of your knowledge you are one of the only two beings like you in existence. You are a child and you are told that your creation was miraculous, that you are perfect and the future itself. You are neither Human nor Alien, you are simply Other. You are better than either. Unflawed. You are a child and you see the species from which you were created, a species that was artificially created as a means to an end, live out their entire lives in captivity, in servitude. You are taught they are non-sapient, perhaps even non-sentient, and without free will. You exist to serve too, but you resent this. You resent that you are meant to be like the humans, to pretend that you are one of them. You find humanity contemptible and resent their endless wars and conquest and enslavements and pain (you have had a relatively painless childhood). And you read their scriptures and feel confident in your knowledge of humanity’s failures and inherent depravity. Their religious histories are teeming with injustice, with pain, and war and famine. You are a child, but you are intelligent. If this is what they believe in, what can you do? What Good can they really do? You begin to Doubt.

You discover another of your kind, a third, and she has been taken apart and studied by these humans. You are being raised to love them. You don’t. They love you like a dog loves a bone. You can only destroy them before they destroy you. You are intelligent and full of what can only be righteous fury, and you make them Fall. Your brother resents you, resents the deaths, is terrified and hurt and you have to Save Both of You.

Some of the humans survive. You twist them into their own downfall. You take their scriptures and turn words to weapons. It is an honor to serve you, you are an angel, a god, salvation and creation at your fingertips. Death, too. You are owed this for the depravity you and your kind have been subjected to. (You don’t realize, or maybe you no longer care, what you are subjecting them to.) If your brother will not join you on your mission he will die for it. For the greater good. (Who will survive your greater good?)

Wolfwood

You are a child and you aren’t raised to be nice, but you try to be kind. You protect your little brother. You are smart and strong and independent and you care too much. You are raised to believe in a very present god. No one tells you if he is a loving god or not. His angels and priests take you away and it is an honor to be chosen, to be god’s child of blessing. (It is a relief to be taken so no one else will be.)

You go through hell, you live in purgatory. Maybe it is still hell, your skin no longer feels like your own and your hands are bloodstained and fit only around the grip of a gun. You are not allowed to die. You find out your little brother isn’t either. He’s in hell too, but not with you. The god you serve is not a loving god, nor are his angels kind. You are god’s righteous man and you bear a cross and all of the weight of the blood spilled on it, by it.

You are a weapon and any morals you might have grown into are collateral damage. You would do anything for your family. You have done Everything for your family. They don’t mourn or look for you, the blessed chosen one.

You have free will. There is also a gun to your and everyone you’ve ever loved’s heads.

You aren’t sure if you’re a person anymore. (What greater good requires monsters like you? What god would create demons?)

You follow orders. You don’t believe in anything. You could fill oceans with the blood you have spilled. You are told if you follow this last order you will be free and your family will be safe. You aren’t even supposed to kill him, just lead him to his death. You’ve done so many horrible things, this pales in comparison. And you’re already in hell.

You find him. He’s the kindest person you’ve ever met and he doesn’t want to hurt anyone. He takes on as much hurt as he can, sometimes more. He saves your family without even knowing, and he saves them again when you sell him out. He doesn’t hold it against you.

The first thing you do as a free man is try to save someone. You have decided you care enough to try, just this once. The world still ends. And you still aren’t allowed to die. Better people have already died for you. For your sins.

Vash

You are a child and you love your family very much. You aren’t as special as your brother, as useful, but you love learning and exploring and people. You see the good in everyone. You are terrified when you discover another being like you and your brother, terrified by how she has been treated, by her being a secret, by what else the person you see as a parent might be hiding from you. But you trust her and love her and inevitably mourn her. You are taught to love and serve humans and it is your life’s work.

Your brother makes your world end and says you helped. Everyone you’ve ever cared about except him is dead. You are terrified and you spend the next century atoning for not knowing better. For loving, to continue loving. You are not loved in return.

You do your best to help everyone you can regardless of species. You are special too, it turns out, and bring hope and peace to your people and to the humans, at least for a little while. And you try not to be dangerous. You want to be harmless and you never quite pull it off. You don’t tell anyone the whole truth, but the secrets aren’t enough to keep you safe forever.

You make friends and you don’t have long together. You think you must be bad luck, and you forgive your friend for leading you to your biggest fear. You have to confront it anyways, it’s not his fault. He’s cares about you, but it’s not his job to protect you.

You confront your brother. He destroys everything again and he uses you to hurt people. Again. Your people, humans, what could survive his greater good? You fight back, you win. Kind of. Maybe. A Pyrrhic victory. You are alone and the world hates you for the destruction you tried to prevent. They always do. Why are you the devil when you just want to help?

[winchestersickness]

Sorry anon I somehow deleted your ask 😔 but here's the rec! I went through my ao3 history and picked these, I hope there's something you haven't read yet and that you will enjoy :))

Gift Horse, Mouth, etc.

Sam gets accidentally stuck with a curse that can only be lifted by acting on his deepest hidden fantasy. Dean thinks it's hilarious, and why won't Sammy just tell him what it is already? It can't be anything that weird. Right?

Please Tell Me Who I Am

A/B/O AU. As a beta, Sam shouldn’t even be attracted to his alpha brother (much less be yearning for Dean to finally take that last step into claiming him officially) but, a few compatibility issues aside, they’re happy with the pseudo-mateship they’ve got going on. At least, until a hunt-gone-wrong ends up with Sam being cursed into an omega. He and Dean race to find a way to reverse the spell before it’s too late…but now Sam’s not entirely sure if he even wants to be cured.

Convalescence

Post-Cage!Sam seen through the eyes of others.

(more under the cut)

In Loco Parentis

“Sam, are you,” Dean pauses, squeezing his eyes shut for a second because his brain just doesn’t want to catch up. “Are you jerking off and thinking about Dad?” (Sam is 15).

take the things you love

The thing is, Sam’s reinforcing every bad behavior Dean’s ever had with this kind of shit. Fucking Sam stupid over the hood of the Impala? Dean’s wet dream—unfortunately also Sam’s—but more importantly the implicit validation of every claim Dean thinks he has on Sam—unfortunately every claim Sam’s lizard brain wants Dean to have. (Sam knows his brother wants to possess him. It's a point of internal conflict.)

There's An Enochian Incantation

Dean finds a spell to create a weapon to banish leviathans. It involves an Enochian incantation. The last thing Sam's already-fragile mind needs is to hear words in the language of angels.

brother only wants

Sam breathes like it takes effort, and then he says, "Wanting you was the very first thing I realized was wrong with me. It was how I knew there was something sick inside." (One of them had to fall first. A story about devotion.)

Hands Away

When you’re horny and alone with one person in one room for a long time and you’re sixteen and all you’ve ever been taught is to love your brother more than anything, it doesn’t seem like that far of a leap to start imagining what his mouth would feel like around your dick.

Squint into the Sunset | Glare into the Gloaming

The 70k-word nonlinear coming of age story that literally no one asked for. "I know you want to give him the world, Dean, but you were never supposed to give him this."

Taking Advantage

Sam is doing everything Dean tells him to. It’s weird, and Dean wants to get to the bottom of it so he pushes Sam. Sam breaks.

I'd Gladly Lose Me To Find You

Sam takes a vow of silence in order to pull Dean out of Hell, but by the time Dean comes back, Sam's lost more of himself than just his voice. Splits off completely from canon after the season 3 finale.

One Going On Eternity And Counting

Some boundaries were never meant to be crossed ...

with hearts that are guilty, not remorseful

“I’ve wanted you since I knew what wanting was.” It’s a fact, as plain as the day. The sky is blue. Their mother was killed by a demon. They hunt monsters. Sam wants Dean. “I’ve loved you for longer, I think.” “God,” Dean’s voice is barely a whisper, raising a hand to grip his own hair by the roots and pulling. He looks absolutely wretched. “I fucked you up, didn’t I?”

When You're Not Here

The third time Sam Winchester comes to school with bruises, Mrs. Davidson decides it's time to intervene - before it's too late.

Gutless

Sticky fingers, that’s what Dean always calls him.

Bullet for my Valentine

Stupid. He is so goddamn fucking stupid. Running his mouth like a fucking idiot, not knowing when to leave well enough alone. Bad enough that he just practically talked dirty to his little brother, which, Christ – he must be more stressed than he thought if his self-control mechanisms have started malfunctioning that badly. But no, no, he came up with a scenario straight out of a bad slasher film, as if that is something normal people talk dirty about, as if that is something Sam would seriously enjoy. As if – As if Dean hadn’t hunted his own brother through the maze of the bunker, eyes black and hammer raised to strike, not even a full year ago. As if Sam hadn’t, just a few weeks back, knelt at his feet, neck bared, waiting for Dean to deal a fatal blow with a fucking scythe.

I haven't been reading spn fics for long so idk if all these are well known already, but I loved all of these (a couple of them are platonic). hope you'll like them!

[mythicamagic]

Exalted One - a Sukuna x Reader fic

Summary: An apothecary ostracised by her village for witchcraft.

A murderous cannibal who practises sorcery.

Like oil and water, the two shouldn't mix. Heian era fic.

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AN: Sukuna x Reader/OC depending how you look at it. Idk ignore me I won't be able to update this for like a month but I have poor impulse control. This is written in third person because its more comfortable for me than first.

Read on Ao3 - here

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Smoke. It billowed thick and black into the sky, seeping into her lungs. Flames roared, submerging everything in bright flickering lights and casting thick shadows all at once.

The woman remained bent low on hands and knees, crumpled in the street. Everything in her screamed to move. Her teeth chattered with the force of it. She could do little more than watch, frozen in place as one such thick shadow rippled, giving way to the towering figure that blocked her path- one of his many arms lifting a screaming man aloft. 

The villager's legs swung, flailing wildly as a large hand squeezed tighter around his neck. One of his feet struck- hitting the creature in the belly. 

"Heh, tickles." 

A sick slap of flesh splitting open reached her ears as- to her horror- a mouth opened up on the creature's stomach, spreading wide into a grin. It caught the man's flailing foot between its teeth, sucking his calf inside before a harsh 'snap' and crunch could be heard. 

If the man had been screaming before, he was inconsolably shrieking and wailing his heart out now. Blood oozed from the remainder of his stump as he yanked it free, unable to squirm away from the collection of four arms holding him captive. 

The woman flinched and covered her ears, but it was useless. She'd seen too much now, heard it all. So many villagers lay scattered in ruined body parts and sinew. 

It had been such a normal, ordinary day. Nothing had heralded this slaughter, not one bad omen. The woman had opened her apothecary as per usual, and left a herbal remedy for Mrs Okami’s back pain on her doorstep. The boy called Shinta and old man Yunko had ignored her as usual on their way to the fishing lake. None of them had tossed an insult toward her at all- it had even seemed like things were looking up.

Now they were all dead- or perhaps some had been fortunate enough to flee, escaping the burning houses and terrifying monster stalking the streets. What she'd initially thought had been a random army attack turned out to be just one force of chaos. A natural disaster disguised as a misshapen human.

He was tall- far taller than any man she’d met- and stripped to the waist as if to show off the murderous arms he’d used to pluck frightened people from their homes. He’d killed them with the glee and indifference of a child toying with their dolls.

The woman shuddered as her neighbour was ripped limb from limb and split down the middle, watery noises of blood splashing onto the ground. The sound threatened to empty her stomach again. 

"Hm, raw food doesn't agree with me like it used to," the creature tsked, a second tongue appearing from his cheek to lick crimson stains off one of his meaty hands. 

Her breathing hitched, air freezing in her lungs. What was he? 

Demon.

The word stuck and refused to leave her mind. 

Burning red eyes turned towards her as if she’d spoken the word aloud. She jolted, heart leaping into her throat. Oh no no no no-

The creature dropped the remains of the neighbour's carcass. They met the ground with a sickening thud. His lips twitched and spread wider, sizing her up. He took a single step- but adrenaline kicked in and she was already up and scrambling away. 

It was useless of course. No one could outrun him after the things she'd seen, but her legs couldn't be stopped. 

She fled into her Apothecary at the far outskirts of the village, knocking pots over in her haste. 

Mother. 

It felt important at that moment to hold onto something familiar. If she was going to die- it would be while keeping the memory of someone who loved her close. With this in mind, she grabbed a well-worn bamboo book off the shelf and hugged it to her chest, grabbing a knife in her free hand and crouching against the corner of the room, hiding in the dark. 

It didn't take long before the entirety of her front entrance was ripped away. 

The roof was pushed back to reveal a firelit sky, the ceiling screeching with the snap of support beams failing. Tattooed hands were suddenly reaching into her ruined hut, his fingers spread wide, nails sharp and ready. The woman screamed as she was grabbed, scooped up into malevolent arms without much effort. 

The creature grinned and straightened outside. "You thought you could run despite seeing everything I’ve done? You- who sat back for such a long time and stared at me with a stupid expression,” he chuckled. “While the attention was flattering, I thought you might have learned something from it- and would show far more spirit than this." 

He squeezed, the sensation tightening hard and cruel around her waist, and she gasped, grip loosening on the knife until it clattered to the ground. 

Red eyes smiled, dancing with mirth when she cursed and twisted in his hold, kicking uselessly and sinking her free-hand’s nails into his arm, scratching and clawing. At one point- she bit down into the meat of his arm. The action had him chuckling richly- jolting her so hard in his grip that the book in her hand fell loose. The woman cried out, straining uselessly as it collided with the ground in a clatter of wood, cotton and string.

The air around him changed, everything falling silent. The steel band crushing her lungs eased.

"What's this?" 

Mother’s book was snatched from the earth, the demon looking it over curiously with all four of his roving eyes. 

"No! Give it back-" she swiped for it, missing as he held it out of reach. "I-it's useless to you. Please give it back to me." 

With two hands holding her waist, it was easy for him to open the lovingly crafted book. She had no idea if he could even read the handwritten strips of bamboo. 

He took his time, stroking his chin consideringly. Narrowed eyes flicked back to her after a moment. Despite the bloodlust he’d displayed, it unnerved her to see shrewd intelligence within his gaze. "Now I see…looking at you more closely, you're not from these lands, are you? This written in your native tongue?" 

She trembled but set her jaw. Not trusting her voice, she gave a faint nod. 

"Hm. And you can read it?" 

Again, she nodded, albeit with confusion and no small amount of fear. 

The book was tossed in her general direction and she gasped, lurching up to catch it. "Hold onto it then," he dismissed casually, glancing at the remains of her hut. "Got any more books like this?" 

"N-no. This is the only one.”

"Pity," his velvety voice drawled, belying the wicked smile that spread across his lips. "Oh well, you'll do for some late-night amusement at least." 

TBC

[cherrynwinesk]

🍒: I really didn't think one bit that you would like As u Sleep because it deals with a topic that I have never made known on my blog, thank you very much for your support. Also want to thank and give full credit to ✨ @norachere ✨ who has been the mastermind behind this third part, without her idea this history would not have been possible.

As u Sleep pt.3 ~ Cellbit

Story g: horror (no love), nsfw, not safe

Language: English/Inglés

⚠️: supernatural creatures, blood, murders, horror. This is too violent, minors or sensitive people do not read, NOT SAFE, ONLY +18, (no sex, only violence), NO LOVE

CC's: Cellbit

Reader g: Neutral reader

📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the PUBLIC personality of the cc's, that is, the personality that is shown in front of cameras, I do not know the true personality and any resemblance to reality is mere coincidence.

🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and accept corrections to improve the quality of the content

Master List

Cellbit had been able to get a power source without actually killing someone, the morgue was a horribly lonely place, he could hear the whispers of souls resting in his ear as he weighed the dead brain on the scale, he hated it when the corpses sat on the metal table, he was not afraid, in the end he was the one who had been dead for much longer than the person lying down, but he hated having to reposition them to be able to work.

He hated having to feed on dirty blood, old blood, blood contaminated by gunpowder from a bullet, blood contaminated by drugs or foreign substances. But he didn't want to ruin someone else like they ruined him, he would have preferred that monster to kill him instead of turning him into an immortal.

Cellbit was so tired, tired of pretending to be a random human who goes to the supermarket to buy bread and milk that ends up flushing down the toilet while everyone sleeps. Tired of spending time inside the morgue until the sun goes down and then leaving the house before it dawns, locked in that refrigerator like the dead man that he is.

Tonight, anger was consuming Cellbit, it had been you who was about to ruin his hateful life, which he had been perfecting so he could infiltrate as just another mortal. How through an oversight you had obtained the answer to his behavior, his very isolated way of being, and why they would never have shared a dinner together.

He listened to you through the walls, how you cried with fear, how you asked for help and that your biggest mistake was having gone to sleep. Because while you sleep, Cellbit carried that scalpel inside his bag, looked for his gloves and headed towards you.

He knocked on your bedroom door, you saw him work so many times in that cold place and he hoped you would guess how a point pierces a naked body, it was your turn to know.

Cellbit climbed over your body, his mind full of anger repeating "lets fuck her / him up". He stuck the scalpel into your bare stomach, watching how the pain made you open your eyes, how you tried to defend yourself from his teeth on your neck, how you lost strength due to the blood that was needed in your body.

Leaving you looking lost in fear, "I won't be missing you."

Making sure to leave the note to infuse terrorism into the criminal investigation team. Leaving the apartment and getting rid of anything that had your blood on it.

Cellbit went through hard days, in which he could only feed on wild animals, once again causing him that savagery as when he had just become immortal, hidden from the sun, while the nights tortured him, driving him crazy, making his claws come out , his eyes turn red, and an uncontrollable urge to kill like a mad dog. The episodes in which his inner demon attacked caused Cellbit's face to change his features a little which would help not to be recognized.

He had to spend some time without being able to feed himself in order to control his beast and try to enter civilization again. His plan was to get his previous life, his daily routine to be able to feed himself without the need to become a monster, changed.

So Cellbit returned to the city, picking up that paper announcing that they were requesting a forensic doctor at the most prestigious hospital in the area.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Cellbit, I am very surprised to see that you have professional studies and even experience, why did you leave your previous hospital?" The owner of the hospital spoke while looking at the Cellbit file.

"I just want to continue growing professionally, the previous hospital was a small one"

"You are hiring, I just want to tell you, the current doctor is resigning since his colleague disappeared and he is afraid, I think you know very well the danger that this type of work entails, I only ask that you be professional in this aspect"

"Don't worry, I'll take the job seriously."

The doctor who owns the hospital showed Cellbit the way to the morgue, giving him a short tour of his new workplace.

Morgue was already empty, too many corpses to work with, so Cellbit started as soon as possible. FBI and investigative police quickly contacted Cellbit

What was talked about today were multiple disappearances, some type of serial kidnapper, organ sales, or human trafficking were being investigated. Dismembered bodies also continued to arrive in black bags. This time Cellbit was working without being able to eat even a little.

"Cellbit, this person was found in his house, and there was a note from some type of mafia, anything you find on the body, notify me since it's likely to be the same group in charge of the disappearances"

Cellbit nodded without even looking at the police officer who was speaking to him, he could only see how they left a body inside his black insulated bag with a zipper. He was not feeling well at all, thanks to the state in which the corpses were arriving at the morgue, he had to feed on animals again, and the episode of madness was returning, so he went down to the basement where no one would see him become

Pain made him want to tear out his hair, scratch his own skin and tear off his clothes with his claws, he threw himself on the floor seeking comfort while his beast took over him, the pain and desperation had been so strong this time that Cellbit reached faint.

After a few hours unconscious he was able to get up, he walked with difficulty down the stairs to get to his workplace, he leaned on his desk to stabilize his vision. Out of the corner of his eye he watched as the body on the table got up to sit down. Cellbit knew this always happened, so he reached out to unzip the bag.

Without even looking at the person, he maneuvered his body back to the previous position and returned to the tool table to get what he needed to work. He watched out of the corner of his eye as the body rose again and he sighed in frustration.

When he turned around he could finally look at the person who had been dead for days in his apartment, he could recognize you.

“Y/n!?”

"I killed all those people, I couldn't contain my hunger" Cellbit felt so bad, he didn't understand how you hadn't died if he sucked all the blood himself and made sure to stab you in the right place, but now you were there covered in blood on your face. Your hands and clothes, your mouth stained red, your eyes were bright yellow and as you spoke with anger in your words, horns sprang from your forehead. Cellbit dropped his scalpel from the shock and fear that having done this to you caused him.

"Cellbit, this hurts too much and I will make you pay for what you did to me"

[pompomqt]

Journey to the West Chapter 5

I think Sun Wukong might have made a few people mad this chapter of Journey to the West with @journeythroughjourneytothewest

So this chapter, Sun Wukong managed to gain another three levels to his immortality stat with the good old, tried and true method of stealing.

First up, we got the Peaches of Immortality, which the Jade Emperor had put him in charge of in order to give him something to do so he wouldn't get bored. And Sun Wukong took to sending the staff away from the garden so he could nap and eat the peaches unimpeded. I also get to add a slightly new crime to his rap list for this one since this is his place of employment: Employee Theft. We also get a case of False Imprisonment, when Sun Wukong immobilizes the Seven Immortal Maidens who come to collect peaches for the peach festival.

Next up, for his second gained level of immortality we got the Heavenly Wine. Where Sun Wukong gains yet another new crime for his rap sheet, Impersonating a Government Official, when he runs into the Great Immortal Naked Feet, and sends him to the Hall of Perfect Light for a 'rehearsal' so Sun Wukong can take his place. So Sun Wukong makes his way to where the Banquet is being held and his attention is grabbed by the smell of wine. In order to try some, Sun Wukong uses magic to put the wine carriers to sleep.

For his third level of immortality, Sun Wukong realizes that he'll probably get in trouble for stealing the Heavenly Wine and tries to go home, but instead drunkenly wanders into Laozi's lab. Where he spots some pills of immortality. Which he of course immediately eats- which while making him now five times immortal also sobers him up.

Now that he's sobered up, he decides to head home to Flower Fruit Mountain to avoid the consequences. The monsters of Flower Fruit Mountain are ecstatic to see him again, especially since he's been gone for over a century now since he spent a half year in heaven this time. He gladly tells them everything that happen, but finds that he no longer has a taste for regular food after having grown accustomed to divine food and wine. So Sun Wukong sneaks his way back into heaven to steal some more wine to share with everyone. Making some of his monkey's doubly immortal at this point.

Meanwhile, word has gotten back to the Jade Emperor about Sun Wukong's exploits so he sends what seems to be the entire heavenly army out to arrest him. And so the battle between Heaven's army and Sun Wukong and his demon army begins! Sun Wukong manages to personally beat the Nine Luminaries and then sends out his army to help him battle the Four Great Devarajas and Twenty Eight Constellations. Most of his army is captured, his four commanders and monkey troop all manage to escape. Meanwhile Sun Wukong manages to beat back The Four Great Devarajas, Li the Pagoda Bearer, and prince Nezha with some duplicates. Current Sun Wukong Stats: Names/Titles: Monkey, The Stone Monkey, The Handsome Monkey King, Sun Wukong (Monkey awakened to the void), and The Great Sage Equal To Heaven. Immortality: 5 Weapon: The Compliant Golden Hooped Rod Abilities: 72 Transformations, Cloud-Somersault, Ability to transform his individual hairs, super strength, Ability to Summon Wind, Water restriction charm, and the ability to change into a huge war form, ability to duplicate his staff, ability to immobilize others, and the ability to put others to sleep. Demon Kill Count: 1+ Unknown Number of Minions God's Defeated: 17 Crime List: Robbery, Murder, Mass Murder, Arson, Theft, Coercion, Threatening a Government Official, Resisting Arrest, Assault, Forgery, Employee Theft, False Imprisonment, and Impersonating a Government Official. Cry Count: 2

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Psycho Analysis: Manfred von Karma

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)

The Ace Attorney series has no shortage of iconic prosecutors going up against Phoenix Wright in court, but most of them aren’t really Psycho Analysis material. Edgeworth, Franziska, Nahyuta, Blackquill, and even Winston Payne are all simply antagonistic and ultimately are revealed to be good people when it comes down to it, while Klavier Gavin is outright a nice guy—it is his defense attorney brother who’s an irredeemable monster. There are only a small handful of legitimately villainous prosecutors who will be covered, and one of them is the epitome of an anti-villain. But this guy here that I’m reviewing now? He is easily one of the biggest bastards in the entire franchise.

Manfred von Karma is a prosecutor obsessed with the idea of perfection, and he seeks to achieve it both in and out of the courtroom. He’s ruthless, unscrupulous, and will do anything to achieve victory, be it by manipulating and destroying evidence or orchestrating an over-complicated revenge scheme. And on top of it all, he is one of the single most important antagonists in the series; in fact, he kickstarted the entire plot with his actions.

Motivation/Goals: Von Karma is absolutely obsessed with the idea of perfection, and to this end he concocted the most absolute, perfect revenge against the family that tarnished his perfect prosecution record. Gregory Edgeworth got him penalized back in the day, so von Karma seized upon a golden opportunity and murdered him in cold blood, which turned into the DL-6 incident—something that pretty much set the stage for the whole series.

But that’s a bit too mundane for a man like von Karma, so he didn’t stop there! He took in the son of his most hated rival, warped him into becoming a ruthless prosecutor, and then on the eve of the statue of limitations running out on DL-6 manipulated events to get his protege framed for murder, be it that of Hammond or his own father. Von Karma is just incapable of settling for something simple and clean, the man wants to completely and utterly decimate the Edgeworth name’s respectability for the slight against him.

Breakdown: Befitting the final boss of the game, von Karma’s breakdown is absolutely spectacular. Once you finally reveal him as the killer of Gregory Edgeworth because of that bullet he carelessly left embedded in his shoulder, he lets out a massive screen-rumbling roar as images of DL-6 flash onscreen.

Then he smashes his head on the wall, all while ranting about Edgeworth. It is incredibly satisfying to watch this smug bastard fall apart after being so thoroughly trounced by our rookie protagonist, and it really seals the deal on Wright's character development over the course of the game alongside Edgeworth's.

Final Fate: Von Karma is in a very small pool of Ace Attorney villains we get a definitive word on the ultimate fate of, with most others only getting ambiguous demises at the hands of the judicial system or otherwise imprisonment. By the time of the third game, he is explicitly stated to be “gone from this world.” Whether he was executed, killed himself, or simply died from natural causes is of course left to your imagination, but it’s still reassuring to know the bastard is dead after everything he put the heroes through.

Evilness: On the surface, Manfred seemingly pales in comparison to later villains like multiple murderer Dahlia Hawthorne, professional killer Shelley De Killer, or international espionage master “The Phantom,” as he only ever killed a single person (albeit a very important person, with the killing done out of spite). A single murder isn’t really enough to get a high Evilness score, no matter what the reason is.

But then you think about his decades-long prosecution career where he did literally everything he could to get a conviction. How many innocent people did the Demon Prosecutor send to an early grave despite their innocence? And look at how he adopted the son of the man he killed and warped him into his antithesis just to get one over on the man who put a mark on his perfect record; that shit is beyond diabolical. That’s not even getting into how he treated his own daughter.

I think it’s honestly wild how even with all that to consider, he’s still not the most evil guy in the franchise. He’s a 9/10 on the evil scale, a truly nasty, monstrous piece of work who is theoretically responsible for dozens upon dozens of deaths of innocents, and is most definitely a warped, vindictive bastard.

Final Thoughts & Score: Von Karma is one of the best Ace Attorney villains, but I think he kind of suffers from how the game he appears in is structured. Like this dude is monumentally important to the entire plot, the whole series wouldn’t have happened at all without his actions, and yet he appears in one single case at the end of the game, which doesn’t leave a great deal of time to expand upon him the way the other prosecutors of the series get expanded on. By all accounts, he should be just as pitiful as Redd White is

The thing is, though, that von Karma manages to cram so much personality into his limited time onscreen that he becomes unforgettable for all the right reasons. Unlike White, we get several courtroom segments where we have to contend with his manipulative antics and none of the battles with him disappoint—fitting for the man who taught Miles Edgeworth. And again, unlike White, von Karma manages to have a meaningful impact and presence beyond his only appearance; his daughter is the antagonistic prosecutor of Justice For All, and he pops up in a couple of cases in the Investigations games, one of which is a flashback to the case where Gregory Edgeworth gave him his one and only penalty.

I think what really helps von Karma stand out is just how vindictive he is. Frankly, the sheer insane lengths the man goes to for his revenge is utterly disturbing for something so incredibly petty. So many killers do the deed for equally petty and self-servng reasons, but outside of Kristoph Gavin none of them are as terrifyingly shallow as von Karma and none of them go to the same insane, absurd lengths he does to crush those who he views as having wronged him. He is one of the single pettiest bitches in the entire series.

I think von Karma manages a nice 9.5/10. He’s really only held back slightly by his extremely limited screentime, but he certainly makes the most of it whenever he appears. It’s honestly pretty amazing that the first game managed to have both an excellent significant plot-relevant villain and a pathetic significant villain who barely makes a splash, but any flaws White brought to this game are easily forgotten when Manfred shows up. He’s just a great final boss, plain and simple… or he would be if it weren’t for the bonus case. But that’s a Psycho Analysis for another time.