#tw murder attempt

[itsguysnightitsironic]

"For Shar takes it all, And leaves nothing."

Some Viennese nouveau art never hurt anybody. (a lie)

/ Inspired by Aubrey Beardly's work. /

[ravenzeppeli]

Claimed

Chapter 40 - History Finds Itself Repeating|Formaggio + Illuso x Reader Angst|

Warning: strong/vulgar language, cheating, stalking, physical abuse, verbal abuse, noncon threat, choking [murder attempt], extremely dark chapter. MA.

2 Months Later

Formaggios POV

"Thanks," Formaggio muttered, tossing two 50s on the ground next to the random blonde that just finished sucking him off. "Make sure to keep your fucking mouth shut. Last bitch told my girl, she don't need to know this shit." He turned to the side, sliding the condom filled with cum off of his cock, letting it fall to the ground. The condom made a plop on the ground, his sticky white cum spilling out all over the alleyway floor.

"I'll keep my mouth shut," the girl muttered, snatching the money off of the ground. "Your cock is like, so amazing. I wish that you would be my boyfriend. You're so handsome."

A laugh escaped his lips, his eyes rolling. "You don't gotta compliment me for more money, honey. You did okay, I'll give you a little tip." He slid a 20 out of his pocket, this time handing it to the young woman on her knees in front of him. "My girl never fucking compliments me."

"I'm sorry," she replied, taking the 20 and shoving it in her bra, along with the two 50s. "If you're ever looking for a girlfriend, I would compliment you every day. A strong man like you deserves to be loved."

Money was a little tight, as it always is. The boss hardly paid him shit, but this little honey was feeding into his ego hard. Being complimented by a woman felt so nice. Why couldn't you compliment him like this? It'd be nice to hear how sexy and strong he was from the woman he loved instead of some random honey.

"Just take the rest of the night off, honey," he replied, slipping a 50 out of his pocket and handing it to her. "Buy yourself something pretty. And remember, if you run into my girl, walk the other way immediately. I don't wanna hear her pretty little mouth bitching me out for having fun." Fun, it was just harmless fun. Harmless fun that you wouldn't find out about again.

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Formaggio never felt bad about his personal affairs. What a man did in their private business was their business alone. He took good care of you, and he made sure that you were happy. Sharing you with six other men also made him feel less guilty about getting his dick sucked. It's not like he was fucking these girls and spending time with them. It was just a way to relax after a hard day. What's the harm in that?

He planned to approach you as soon as he entered the base, but you were already outside as he walked over to the front entrance. Illuso was standing directly beside you, his hand having an iron grip on your waist.

"I'm going to tell him what you've been doing," Illuso immediately snapped at you, unwrapping his arm from around you, his eyes locking onto Formaggio. "Are you fucking clueless? Am I fucking clueless?" He questioned, red eyes filled with a mix of panic and anger.

A feeling of anger quickly washed over Formaggio, looking past Illuso to land his glare directly on you. "What the fuck did you do?" He had no fucking clue what you could have possibly done, considering you were a pretty low maintenance and well behaved girlfriend. Never did he have to do much of anything with you unless he wanted too. He couldn't even recall a time where you've ever asked him for anything.

"I didn't do anything," you muttered, eyes dropping to the ground. "Just drop it, Illuso. You don't need to bring Formaggio or anyone else into this. We've all done bad things here, and my thing is less bad."

"Shut your fucking mouth," Illuso snapped at you, turning back to look at you. "It doesn't matter what the fuck we do! You mind your goddamn business like we mind ours when it comes to you! You fucked up, you crossed a goddamn line!"

"Fucks going on?" Formaggio questioned, stepping forward, feeling completely fucking clueless. What could you have possibly done that was so fucking bad? That would actually cause him to give the slightest fuck? "You cheating on us? That what it is?" A scoff escaped your lips, his eyebrows immediately shooting up in surprise. "Illuso, what did she do?" He didn't take his eyes off of you.

Illuso walked past Formaggio, hand reaching forward as he grabbed your jaw, his fingers tucking under your chin as he yanked your head up, forcing you to look at Formaggio, "She's been fucking following us. Watching us. For goddamn three months."

"What?" Formaggio questioned, more shocked than angry. How did he not know that you were watching him? This had to be a misunderstanding. You weren't capable of anything. For fucks sake, he never even let you use your stand, he just made you drive them around while they did the heavy lifting. All you were was just their pretty little girlfriend, you weren't capable of successful stalking anyone. Suddenly, he laughed, shaking his head. "If you caught her doing it once then it doesn't mean that she's done it before." Fuck, Illuso was an idiot.

At times, you were a little sneaky. He'll give you that. During the night, you always seemed to slip out of his bed before he woke up. It's been months since he's woken up, and you've been next to him. Even when he clings to you, you still find a way to sneak out of his bed and go sit on the couch or in the dining room. Maybe you were just good at walking on your toes, he didn't fucking know.

Illuso let out a dry laugh, "She's been paying the girls that have been sucking our dicks." His grip seemed to tighten as the amusement suddenly draining from Formaggios face. "Wanna know how I found out? It was pure fucking luck, all because I mark the money that I give Y/N." His eyes immediately cut over to you. "You think you're so fucking smart, don't you? Think you're smart enough to embarrass us and never get caught?"

"You only got caught because you do what he does," you spoke calmly, giving your shoulders a gentle shrug. "It's more complex than that."

Formaggio felt as if his heart was about to explode out of his chest. With disbelief, he stared at you, shocked that you actually did all of this without getting caught. "How did you catch her?" He muttered, not taking his glare off of you as he stepped closer, leaning down slightly so that he was in your face. "More complex?" He felt like a goddamn idiot. How could he not have realized you were watching him? How did he not know that you were aware of his cheating? Goddamnit!

"I went to get my dick sucked this morning. Asked the girl for change, and she pulled out a bunch of 20s," Illuso spoke, shaking his head. "When I give Y/N money, I mark the right hand corner with a small red x to see if she ever uses the money I give her. When I threatened to blow the girls brains out, she spilled the beans and told me everything. Says our little girlfriend approached her and some other girls, paying them to give us longer and better blow jobs."

"Why the fuck would you want us to cheat on you?" Formaggio snapped, his hands balling into fists. "Y/N, what the fuck?"

You said nothing, your eyes dropping to avoid his glare. Visibly, you were stiff, uncomfortable with how close he was. How close they both were. Nearly 8 months together, and still you couldn't stand him. Still you made him fuck you with a condom on as if he had a fucking disease. All this was starting to really get under his skin, and he had a feeling that Illuso felt the same way as him.

"She's trying to get us to fall in love with another girl," Illuso muttered, his hands dropping to your throat, jaw locking. "That fucking bitch told me everything Y/N. How you approached them and were paying them, telling them be extra nice to us and compliment us. I was wondering why all these random cunts were saying my dicks amazing and I'm fucking attractive. You fucking little.. you.. you fucking..." He seemed to be struggling to find the words, his hand grasping tighter at your throat. "How dare you humiliate me!"

Formaggio stepped back a little, not being able to take his eyes off of you. This was insane. He had no idea that you were capable of doing something like this for months without getting caught. On top of that, all these random women now think that his girl hates him! This was a tricky situation because both Illuso and him did tell you that they wouldn't cheat on you. So your lie was just a reflection of their lie, so what the fucks he supposed to do?

"Can't we just be coworkers?" You questioned softly, that getting you an instant slap across the face from Illuso. "Is that a yes? We can just coexist together. You can do your thing, guys, and it'll be fine. I just feel like it would be better if you both broke up with me." The slap didn't even make you flinch, the red handprint mark staining the side of your cheek, your head remaining in place.

"You're gonna get a beating," Illuso snapped, raising his hand, Formaggio immediately noticing that it was a fist. Quickly, he grabbed Illusos fist, dragging him away from you. "Man, what are you doing!? We need to beat her ass! She's been doing crazy shit all because she wants us to dump her!"

Beating you was something that Formaggio so badly wanted to do. Of course, he wanted to punch you in the face and bend you over his lap. So badly, did he want to scream at you and threaten you for stalking him, scare you so badly that you throw up all over yourself like you did last time. When you acted up, you deserved a good beating. That's just what happened when you crossed lines. But a different idea suddenly crossed his mind.

"You know, a lot of times you've stalked Illuso and I, it's been at night," Formaggio added in, causing Illuso to immediately freeze. "Doesn't Ghiaccio have a certain rule that forbids you from going out at night all alone? One that will get you in trouble with him?" You weren't the only one that fucking knew things.

Dread washed over your face, a smirk quickly spreading over Illusos. "I think I should give Ghiaccio a call and tell him," Illuso added in. "I bet he would be so fucking pissed at you. It would probably ruin your relationship with him."

Formaggio let Illuso go, staring into your eyes and finally seeing that you were nervous. This was his chance. "We aren't going to be leaving you. In fact, I think it's time you tell us something very important." He placed his hands on your shoulders, forcing you down to your kness. "Get on your knees you stalking cunt, don't say shit or I'll call Ghiaccio."

You let him force you to your kness, a smug look appearing on Illusos' face as he stepped forward. "Look up at us." Grabbing a fistful of your hair as he leaned down, he snatched your head back, forcing you to look at them. "You're so smart, aren't you? We'll turn you into a dumb bitch."

"Don't hurt me," you muttered, "I didn't do anything wrong. If anything, I was helping you both out. I don't love either of you, I want you to spend more time with those other girls. The less I see you both the better." How are you still not fucking scared of them? You should be begging not to get beat, not pushing them further!

"You disobedient bitch," snapped Illuso, but his grip loosened on your hair. "I love you, you clueless fucking cunt! I fucking love you! That was the first time in two months that I cheated!"

Formaggio smacked Illusos' arm. "It's not cheating if it's condom blow jobs! It's not cheating if we fucking pay for it!" He raised his hand again, wanting to slap Illuso, but that was mainly due to his frustration with you. "Illuso, fuck this bitch. Fuck her. She doesn't love us. She never will. She's just pussy, that's all she'll ever be in this family."

"I'm a part of this team, and you'll never be able to get rid of me," you spat out, your blank face turning dark. A glare that he found more cute than threatening spread across your face, your eyes locking onto Formaggio. "You are a garbage excuse for a man. I hate you, and I hate you more than I hate Illuso. Laying down next to you at night makes me feel sick. I hate when you fucking touch me. I'll never care about you cheating, it just makes you look like a jackass. Enjoy never being cared about by me, I can't stand you bitch. Call Ghiaccio and tell him. I don't give a fuck."

A man can only take so much before they snap. Fuck it, he didn’t give a fuck. Fuck holding back and not hitting you. With all of his force he raised his fist, cracking it into the side of your skull. He didn't care about damaging you brain. In this moment he found himself wanting to fucking rip you apart. If only he was allowed to use his stand on you. He would shrink you and finally make you feel fear. Risotto knew all of them so well, it was smart that he forbid the men from using their stands on you. If he didn't respect and secretly fear Risotto then he would break that rule, but he wouldn't dare cross his capo.

Your head roughly jerked to the side, blood beginning to pour from the side of your skull. If it wasn't for the grip that Illuso had on your hair, then you would have probably collapsed. Illuso immediately let go of your hair, your back leaning against the brick wall as your head limply hung. Silence came from you, your body still as a rock despite the drops of blood that puddled in front of you.

"You want me as an enemy, you fucking bitch!?" Formaggio yelled at you, pushing back Illuso roughly as he tried to grab him. "You got one now. We are done, just like you want. You aren't my girl anymore, and now that I have no reason to protect you I'm going to make your life a living hell! I'm going to break you, I'm going to destroy you!" He dropped to his kness in front of you, hands tightly grasping around your throat, forcing you to look at him. Forcing you to show fear. "CRY! YOU FUCKING CUNT, CRY!"

With speed, you spit in his face, coating his face with your bloody spit. A forced smile suddenly spread across your lips, and that smile was meant to taunt him. "I'm free from you. Why cry?"

"If we fuck her up too bad then we're fucked," Illuso quickly added in just as Formaggios hands tightly locked around your throat. "Let go of her throat man, you're going too far." He felt Illusos hand on his shoulder, attempting to pull him back.

Just as he was about to let go, you said something that completely stunned him. "You drove your family to suicide," you gasped out, your voice hoarse. "You're a curse!"

The consequences were clear and laid out in front of him. If you died because of him, then his death would follow. Hell, even Illuso might end up dying. Killing you would be him outright betraying his entire team as well as the little bit of love he had for you. He did love you, in his own sick and twisted way, but he didn't have self-control right now. Not after what you just fucking said to him. Today.. all three of them were going to die and he didn't care. He wasn't afraid of death. Fuck this. Fuck everything. How dare you bring up his mom and sister.

"I LOVED MY MOM AND SISTER!" He screamed, beginning to squeeze as tightly as he could, watching the life drain from your eyes. Good. Die. "Die, die you fucking cunt! I hope you burn in fucking hell bitch!"

"Formaggio, no!" Illusos fist suddenly cracked into the side of Formaggios face, his nose immediately leaking blood as he let go of your throat, his nose making a weird popping sound. "She's my girlfriend too! You can't fucking kill her! Want us all to die!?"

"FUCK HER!" Formaggio snapped, quickly getting off at you, ignoring your low gasps for air. He grabbed his nose, giving your stomach a rough kick as he got up, a satisfied hum escaping his lips as you finally yelped in pain. "Look at you now.. pathetic as you were the last time I beat the fuck out of you!"

Temporarily, he let his anger turn towards Illuso. He raised his hand to punch Illuso, freezing when he felt your hands suddenly wrap around his ankles, weakly attempting to pull his leg back. What the fuck?! You should be crying in pain and begging for his mercy!

"P-pussy," you spat out, voice hoarse and weak. "I.. would have.. finished the job!"

Formaggio reached for his gun, Illuso grabbing his hand, stopping him from blowing your brains out. "Let's just fucking leave. She's supposed to be spending the night with me. We'll just leave her at the base. Fuck it," Illuso told him, keeping his eyes on him. "Please don't fucking kill her. Just chill man."

You let go of his ankle, your hand grasping the brick wall as you began to slowly rise to your feet, your face completely hidden from him. From a gap in your hair, he saw a dark bruise on your neck, a pool of blood surrounding you. "Just.. fuck off.. let me be.. alone," you whispered, slowly moving towards the door. "Both of you.. no more.. relationship. Break up forever." You were hardly making any sense, but he could get what you were trying to say.

"I didn't break up with you," Illuso snapped at you. "And I never will! You are my girl, and you are a Formaggios girl, whether you like it or not! Go be a good girl and clean yourself up and go lay the fuck down!"

"Scum," you spat at him, a sigh immediately escaping his lips as he reached past you, opening the base of the front door with one agressive twist and push. "Bitch."

"Go to bed," Illuso commanded, pointing inside of the base. "We love you. Don't you fucking forget that. Families fight but they stick together."

"Neither one of you are my family," you muttered, this coming out more clear as you shuffled into the house. "Dumb fucks."

The insults were pissing Formaggio off, making him want to attack, but he was holding his composition. You were too far for him to successfully be able to prick your finger and shrink you without Illuso striking, and maybe killing you was a bad idea. In so many ways, you provided them with love and comfort. That was something that he didn't want to let go of despite almost taking your life. Fuck.. he made a mistake.

"You're still my girl bitch," Formaggio called out, keeping his eyes on you as you vanished into the base. "And I'll be coming back here expecting an apology real soon! Straighten yourself out cunt, I can do what I want with you! I'll fuck you up while I fuck you! I could fuck you right now if I wanted too!"

"Don't threaten to rape her man," Illuso snapped, his eyes going wide. "Fuck, you need to take a break from her! Stop talking to her, and you shut the fuck up too Y/N!"

Formaggio assumed it was over until he heard your footsteps immediately running back, something immediately crashing into the side of his skull. "Goddamnit!" He screamed as he heard something shatter, his hand immediately raising to the side of his face. Blood leaked from the left side of his face, his eyes trailing down to a broken glass ashtray in front of him. No way. No goddamn way did you actually come back and throw something at him. He was stunned, completely stunned that you dared to throw something at him.

"How about I fuck you!?" You screamed, rushing towards him. "I'll fuck you up! Want me to rape you!? I'll do it, I'll be the one that ends you before you end me!"

Illuso launched at you before you could get to Formaggio, lifting you up. "Y/N, relax! Nobody is raping anyone, for fucks sake! Formaggio, just leave, I'm staying with her!" He dragged you into the base, slamming the door shut. "Hey, do not fucking hit me! Stop it right now Y/N, I'm in no mood to have a fist fight with you!"

Formaggio stood stunned, his eyes wide, actual tears filling his eyes as he realized that he made a big mistake. It didn't matter if Little Feet made no appearance. With his bare hands, he almost murdered you. If Illuso hadn't cracked him in the nose, then he probably would have killed you. Fuck. This was very bad.

The blood pouring from his head and nose indicated that he probably needed to go get looked at. The pain he felt throughout his entire body was sharp, a low ringing beginning form in his ears. Almost killing you should have broken you, but from the banging and yelling that he heard from Illuso inside indicated he might have awoken something very bad in you. This was too far. All you did was stalk them and pay some girls to compliment them. Why does he instantly lose his cool? He just couldn't help it. The fact that you still didn't love him and made him wear a condom to fuck you.. it really bothers him.

Going in there and helping Illuso with you would be a bad idea, considering that you were attempting to fucking attack him. Hopefully he could convince you to keep your mouth shut or come up with a good lie. Fuck, he needed to convince you to keep being his girl too. Thank God Melone and Ghiaccio were out of town for a few days, and Pesci didn't fucking intimidate him. You just could not tell Risotto. Now that he was starting to calm down this wasn't worth dying for, and he might just end up getting fucking killed for what he did to you.

[yumnasfunblog]

(tw: family pressuring someone to marry when they don't want to do so)

Headcanon: Blumiere's father tried very hard to get Blumiere to marry Nastasia, especially after he found out that Nastasia had a crush on Blumiere.

It mainly was a way to get Blumiere to forget about Timpani. Blumiere's dad knew on some level that he'd messed up by getting rid of Timpani, and he was trying to fix it. And Nastasia and Blumiere were obviously very close friends.

However, it had the opposite affect because Blumiere hates his dad at this point.

[firecurls-27]

(Cuphead show 1c/3 spoilers)

Flapper Mugman Tallulah Piccolo is stuck in my head help-

Bonus:

(I thought I’d bring back prince nebula-)

Pete got no chill-

[gender-ambiguous-pirate]

The hitman smiles as I drink the tea he has laced with poison, thinking his plot has finally succeeded. Little does he know I eat ungodly amounts of cinnamon daily and have developed an immunity to arsenic.

[furiousgoldfish]

I’m still second guessing what happened to me even after all these years. My father has slapped, hit, suffocated me with a pillow, thrown keys, chairs, my bird’s cage with her in it and made me clean it up. My mother is very likely a narcissist and watched him doing all of this and defended him. I would hide in the closet a lot as a child and It still feels like the safest place. Everyone around me has downplayed it and maybe I am being dramatic. But I’ll go crazy if what happened wasn’t bad enough. My family defends my parents actions and tell me I’m too “sensitive” even though if they had gone through it they’d know how difficult it has been. No weak or perhaps average person would have survived that and been okay. Or maybe it’s just me. Just because there’s been worse, does that mean it’s wrong that I’m hurting?

You're not dramatic. The nerve to suffocate a child with a pillow and then call the child 'too sensitive', imagine if you tried doing that to an adult. You'd get sued for an assault and attempted murder. To a child, that is devastating thing to happen, and will cause survival terror, to live next people who have done something like this.

The other things you mention are also egregious abuse that no human being should ever do to another, you cannot do any of this to a stranger, neighbour, colleague, or a friend, without getting sued for a violent crime. It sounds so awful, like you were treated like a servant rather than a family member, and also like a punching bag and someone to humiliate for pleasure. Nobody deserves that. No child should be put thru that.

I'm so sorry your mother failed to protect you and watched, it must have felt devastating and hopeless, if not even a person who made you felt like you were worth protecting from all this. It's only logical you feel crazy, this is inhumane and insanity-inducing, nobody could deal with this and be okay. They're lying in order to get away with abuse, they're putting your reactions into focus of the discussion, so you can't focus on what they did, according to them that part is 'not important'. But it's all crimes and violence.

You're not wrong, and I'm so sorry you're hurting. You can't help that you're hurting, it can't be wrong. There is very little that can be called worse, what you described is absolutely devastating. You're right that no average person could survive this and be okay.

[strawberry-metal]

Pray for my eldest bro, guys. He's been admitted to the hospital. His friend, Eric, had moved in with him to help pay for bills and out of NOWHERE he started beating him. My brother didn't defend himself because everytime he has in the past, he'd get thrown in jail. This man tried to fucking kill him. He had to escape to the neighbor's house and they called the police. My bro has security cams in his house so it filmed Eric making a run for it. The police are searching for him now.

My bro is in the hospital, he got 15 stitches around his mouth area, three bumps on the back of his head, and he's got blood on the brain so he has to stay overnight.

[just-a-space-rabbit]

Black Baccara Rose Part 8

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(Hero/Civilian x Henchman & Hero x Supervillain) 

CW: Kidnapping, poison, fear of death, attempted murder, taser

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“Henchman? What are you doing here?” the guard asked, as Henchman exited out of the stairs and into the cold halls of the lower part of Supervillain’s base. “Yeah, sorry… with everything that has happened today I forgot to do the routine check up on the security system” Henchman said trying to sound casual. It was the best lie they could come up with, since no one but they, Right hand and Supervillain where supposed to know when the system was being checked. “a bit late now? Also, you going to do it while there is a party?” the other guard chimed in.

“Would you rather have me not check the system for weaknesses, while the mansion is filled with people, of which not all is a trusted ally of Supervillain?” Henchman answered. The guards looked at each other, before they moved out of the way.

They did not speak until after Henchman rounded the corner. “Do you believe him?” the first one asked. “I… let’s send a message to Right hand to be sure” the other answered.

Henchman quickened their pace as they closed up to the main control room. Fearing they might meet someone else, they shakenly unlocked it, and almost jumped inside when the door opened. Falling down to the floor they took a moment to calm themselves. Getting here had gone smoothly, but shutting the system down was far more complicated.

They sat down on by the large desk and began typing away on the main computer, while their heart was pounding in their ear. After some ten minutes of frantic typing, it was ready. ‘Update to security: do you want to initiate full security shutdown,’ said the robotic voice. Henchman got their key card out, and just as they were about to start the prosses. “Henchman! STOP!”

“…Right hand?” Henchman said at the tall figure that had busted in through the door. “w-what…” Henchman’s mind froze as they jumped out of the chair. “Pleas, Henchman don’t do this” Right Hand said moving slowly toward them. “I know you want to help, but this is not the way. You are going to get yourself killed.”

“If I don’t do this, Civilian is going to get hurt!” Henchman yelled back, their hand moving closer to the card scanner. “If you stop, I’ll promise you, I’ll help save them. But we got to do it another way” Right hand said pleadingly. “Pleas henchman… just go home. We won’t tell anyone you were here, and then will figure this out tomorrow”

Henchman looked into their friends eyes; they have never been like this before. Their hand moved back in hesitation “maybe” Right hand said cautiously “maybe we can all escape tomorrow, and we can all do it together. No more Supervillain, no more hiding” they grabbed Henchman’s free hand. “We can start our lives over”

“I…” Henchman grabbed tight onto Right hand’s hand. “I’m sorry…” they said as they scanned the card. Immediately the alarms went off. Right hand jumped to try and stop the prosses, but Henchman tackled them to the ground. “I will not let Hero spend a single night with that monster!”

“Guards!” Right hand yelled out, the door pushed open as several men ran inn, before long Henchman was pinned to the ground. “Get the system back up!” Right hand yelled to one of the guards “I’ll need to inform Supervillain”

“Right hand! don’t do this! PLEAS!!” Henchman screamed as they tried to twist lose from the guards grip. “And… hide them away for me!” Right hand yelled as they left. Henchman tried to get lose. “Come on Henchman” the guard said, as they began to pull henchman up on their feet. “let’s get you out of here”

They got out of the room as the robotic voice was heard ‘the security system has been restarted’

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Right hand had to stop and recompose themselves as they got up the stairs. The sound off henchman’s voice was still ringing in their ear. Someone called for them and pointed to Supervillain’s location.

Henchman… of all people, why did you have to fall in love with not only a hero, but the Hero?! This whole ordeal was a mess to begin with. But now Right hand fully realised it was about to become a whole lot worse. I need to get the situation under control, Hero’s rescue will have to wait, as Henchman’s safety is far more important.

Going through the door Right hand saw Hero on the floor as the alarms finally stopped. “Sir. there has been a breach in our security! We have already gotten it under control, but some of our outer security was temporarily shut down” they said hiding all emotions hoping that Supervillain will not investigate and give them time to get Henchman to safety, but…

“Take Hero back to their room, I’ll take over!” Supervillain said, before leaving.

Shit… Right hand’s heart dropped… as the door closed behind them. They looked down at Hero. Someone who only a few hours ago was ready to take them and a whole gang of people down in a fight, was now on the floor, all broken.

“Henchman?” Hero whispered, with their last energy. Right hand did not answer them. Just lifted them up in a bridal carry and left. It did not take long before the soft sound of hero’s breath alerted Right hand that Hero had fallen asleep.

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They were not sure what it was that woke them up first, the soft heat on their face or the gentle hand stroking their hair. Hero opened their eyes and gave a small cry as the headache set in. “A bit early for you to wake up” Right hand said, in a monotone voice. “Where am I? and how long did I sleep?” Hero asked as they tried to move, they saw that they had been taken out of the ball gown, and instead they were now in a long soft night gown.

They were both on the sofa in front of the fireplace. And with the warm blanket around them they felt almost normal again, but only almost. They could feel the power suppressor still around their ankle, draining the little amount of heat they had gained.

“You are back in your personal quarters, you slept for only about an hour, two hours max” they answered back. “So, try and sleep for a bit longer” Right hand said, not looking at them. But Hero did not go back to sleep, as their memories started coming back “Right hand… pleas. What happened? And where is Henchman?”

Right hand turned to look at them, Hero could see the red around their eyes “The whole base is still in lockdown; the party was stopped. All the guests have been escorted to a secure location while the base is cleared for any potential intruders. And Henchman…” they wanted to say henchman was hidden away safely, but with supervillain not giving them any update to the situation. “I don’t know…”

Hero had no words, and Right hand looked like they would rather not talk about it. So, the two just sat in silence, for a while.

“How did you and Henchman meet?” Right hand asked after some time. “What? Me and Henchman? Well, we just met in the flower shop. They used to come and visit a lot; I mean they still do, or well… they did…” Now it was Hero who did not face Right hand, and instead looked into the fire.

“They talked a lot about the kind florist, and the small flower shop” Right hand spoke in a soft tone. “It was a place they truly loved to be at. A place away from Supervillain’s terror, I think you gave them the only piece of normal life they have had in all the years they been trapped here” Hero turned to look at them, and it was that moment Hero saw how terrified Right hand looked… “Hero, it’s fear that keep us here, not loyalty. We are all rooting for you to escape. None of us want this! Especially Henchman!”

“Oh… really?” said a cold voice from behind. Right hand jumped up in fear, away from the sofa. “I figured that worm of a security chief would betray me, but you?” Supervillain looked stone cold at Right hand. “So, your all against me as then? At least now it makes sense why you tried to hide that traitor!”

“Supervillain, what have you done to Henchman!” Right Hand yelled, while Supervillain began closing in on Right hand. Hero jumped in between them. “Hero! Step away from them!” Supervillain commanded. “NO! I will not let you hurt them! You, you sicko! You vile piece of garbage!”

“Hero… I expected better of you. Not only are you protecting them, but then you do it in such a foul language!” Supervillain said in an insulted tone. “Oh, well… not going to change anything in the long run…” Supervillain continued as they raised their hand and in one swift movement Hero’s legs gave away making them fall to the floor, as the poison still in Hero’s body paralyse them. “No!” Hero cried out, as Supervillain set their focus on Right hand, who also fell to the floor while screaming in pain, both hands covering their chest. Hero tried to move, they tried using their powers with all their might, but they had nothing.

Supervillain let their control of Right hand go, before turning back to Hero “You are still mine! And if I need to break you, break everyone you care about for you to love me, then that is what I will-!” Supervillain’s sentence was cut off as they let out and ear-piercing scream before they fell to the side. As they fell, Henchman came into view, the still glowing taser in their hand.

“Henchman!” Hero screamed, as tears began to flow. “Civilian!” they ran and embraced Hero in a tight hold. “h-how!?” was all that Hero was able to utter, as Henchman began wiping away Hero’s tears.

“Supervillain sent the same people who hid me out to find me. Honestly the hardest part of getting here, was to convince them not to keep me hidden.” Henchman said in a light but nervous chuckle. Hero just burrowed their head in Henchman’s neck. They both stopped as they heard Right hand’s weak voice “Henchman? You aright?”

They both went to them. “Right hand, the system is all down; Superhero and half the city’s heroes will be here any minute” Henchman said. “Well… best we be getting out of here then” Right hand said in a weak yet humorous voice as they tried and failed to sit up “seems I was wrong about your plan… I’m sorry. Waiting would have been way worse”

Henchman just gave a small nod and helped their friend up. “I told the others to get to Supervillains secret escape path, they will be waiting there. Come on let’s get out of here”

Hero was just about to join and help Right hand when suddenly a hand grabbed around them and pulled them away. “Supervillain!” Henchman and Right hand yelled. “Did you really think that little taser would be enough to stop me!?” Supervillain said in a panting voice, trying to regain a calm composure as they began to drag Hero away.

“Supervillain! Let me go!” Hero yelled, as they fought against the tight grip. “Silence! I deal with you later” they growl in Hero’s ear, as their poisoned started making Hero feel numb. Hero became silent as they tried to fight Supervillain’s hold on them.

Henchman got up to charge at them, but Supervillain raised their hand in a warning. “Oh, Henchman you really had to bite the hand that fed you? After all these years of protecting you, you throw it all away. And for what?”

“I did it to protect the once that mattered to me!” Henchman yelled back, taking a step closer. “tsk. So that’s what I get after all these years, you should be ashamed of yourself!” Supervillain said stepping further away “But it doesn’t matter. You are only one small insignificant obstacle in my master plan. Still, a shame neither of you will live to see it!” they yelled out as Henchman charge at them.

And as Supervillain’s hand moved to poison henchman once and for all, Hero screamed, desperate to help, they somehow in their panic manage to overcome the power suppressor. Supervillain threw themselves away from Hero, as Hero’s hair glowed white quickly engulfing them in a bright flame. “Impossible!” Supervillain screamed.

As the fire spread Hero turned towards Supervillain, who for once looked terrified. Hero rebalanced themselves, before charging, and in one hit Supervillain was blasted through the wall. Leaving a gaping hole in the wall for the smoke to escape from.

An as soon as the fire was created it vanished. Leaving Hero on the floor, their once hazel coloured hair now an ash grey. “Hero!” Henchman yelled as they ran up to them, neither they nor Right hand having been affected by the strange fire.

Hero shivered under henchman’s gentle touch, as heat finally began to fill their body again. “Is, is it safe?” they whispered exhausted. “Soon, we just need to get you to the dock, and you’ll get to rest” Henchman said wrapping Hero up in their jacket.

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By the time they got down to the small hidden dock, the helicopters could be heard from above, as the heroes and police stormed the mansion. Hero lay silently in Henchman’s arms when the ship came into view. There where some odd 30 people there most of whom was already aboard the ship.

“I guess you are not coming with us?” Right hand said looking back at them both. Henchman looked at them and all the people on the ship, the only family they have had. “I’m sorry” they finally said “I was never meant for this kind of life”

Right hand sighed, “yeah, your probably right, you are too much of a softy” they chuckled. They were about to go to the boat but turned to quickly embraced Henchman. “I hope your life will be wonderfully boring” they said before running onboard the boat. “Everyone, hurry up! The heroes are hot on out trail!” they yelled before turning and waving to them as they set off.

After the ship left, it was only Hero and Henchman remaining. Sitting on the edge of the dock they looked out on the horizon, both wanting to forget what was behind them. The rain had finally ended, and a faint blue slowly crept up along the water’s edge. In one way Hero almost wanted to sit here until the sun finally arrived, and on the other they hoped it never did, so they could continue to live in this moment forever.

“What’s going to happen now?” Hero asked, breaking the silence. “I sent a message to Superhero; they said a rescue boat was on the way. They will take you to safety” Henchman said as they wrapped their arms closer around Hero.

“I meant what is going to happen to you?” Hero looked up at them and Henchman looked back at them, deep in thoughts “whatever is going to happen” they whispered, before leaning closer to Hero who did the same. “It’s going to be better than yesterday”

They both suddenly heard a boat approach, though they could not yet see it. And in the small amount of time, they had left of that calm wonderful moment, Hero cupped Henchman’s cheeks and leaned into a kiss. It was calm and soft but did not last near enough for either of them.

The boat came in, and suddenly the dock was full of officers and medical staff. Hero was quickly placed on a stretcher and was taken onboard, while Henchman gave their statements to the officers. The boat took off leaving Henchman and the officers on the dock.

“Where are they taking Hero?” Henchman asked staring at the boat leaving. “We are sending them to a secure location. We can’t say anything specific, but in worst case, they are being taken out of the country” the officer said while noting things down. Suddenly there was a whoosh sound from above, as Superhero landed on the dock. “We have secured the area, and some 12 other villains and supervillains have been captured along with several other people. But we have yet to find Supervillain”

After some talking, the officers moved in toward the mansion, leaving Henchman and Superhero alone. “I’m sorry I could not be of more help” Superhero said “you were right about that security system. Gave us a lot of trouble when it suddenly came back up again” they joined Henchman at the edge, just as the sun brock the horizon line. “Will, I ever see them again?” Henchman asked staring out at the ocean

“Sadly… I don’t know”

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Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 4 : Part 5 : Part 6 : Part 7 : Part 8 : End

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so, we are not fully at the end yet, as I will do an Epilogue, but wow this have been a huge learning curve for me. going to be honest I never planed for this to go past art one originally. I learned a lot, and there are many mistakes I made along the way that I hope I can avoid in the future.

Like have more than a vague idea of how things are going to go xP

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" EXPLAIN TO ME HOW THAT HAPPENED. " IT'S A DEMAND: SHRILL WITH CONFUSION AND TERROR, BUT PUSHY AND DEMANDING NONETHELESS. Things have been one blur after another since he'd arrived here, and William knows this stranger has answers - he'd just saved him from death, for God's sake! - and is determined to get some. " Just - slow down a minute, Christ, give me a second to breathe. What the fuck is going on ? " One minute he'd been preparing for a new location opening, ducking out back to grab a smoke break . . . and now he's being saved by some stranger from a killer in the woods. His head is spinning. " What is this ? "

[silksworn]

❛ night terrors . and ❛ gouge . where a source of comfort comes from his claws at her throat, reminding her the worst thing to deal right now is him no matter the specters of her past

❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . + ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . / LOUD & DEAFENING SILENCE starters ! ❛ —— ☾ ₊ ⊹ @fatewoven

𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐘 in a liquid tongue that is too complicated for Iraestra to fully follow. Her hair falls in a stream of starlight, whispering across Iraestra's upturned face and making her scrunch her nose in mild protest. Her expression is serene in a way that the little girl has never seen before, but she finds herself mirroring it all the same. Everyone remarks on how much she looks like her mother, after all. Maybe one day she will be as beautiful as her, too.

Belbol, are you ready for bed? she asks. Iraestra smiles and takes her mother's smooth hands. They are too cool to be pleasant to hold, but she does so all the same.

Belbol. Belbol. Belbol, a chant under her breath. She likes the sound of it better than her own name. Treasure.

It is rare that her mother visits her quarters. Even stranger still, that she personally sees to her. Child-rearing falls to the wean-mother and the slaves of the compound; Iraestra knows that it is because her mother is occupied with her duties as a high priestess.

She is old enough that she understands that now, as she has just passed her sixteenth name-day. Quite grown already! And while she hadn't seen her mother on the actual date, the surprise of her presence now more than makes up for it. She had even dismissed the servants, saying they would not be needed for the night. She would speak to her daughter alone, learn of how she has grown as of late. Iraestra had heard her dismiss the wean-mother with that assurance.

Her mother brushes her hair and helps her change into her bed-shift. She leads Iraestra in prayer to the Spider Queen, being kind enough not to admonish her when she stumbles over some of the phrases or forgets them entirely. Grandmother would not have been so kind with such a mistake. Oblodrans must seek perfection in all things.

Still, she must do well enough, for her mother kisses her cheeks and settles the blankets over her. She does not even leave, setting herself at the bedside and assuring her that she will be there in the morning! Iraestra wishes to ask so desperately what she has done to earn this reward, or what she is to do garner it in the future, but she is scared that by giving it a name she will scare her mother away from her again. No, she will not question it, and only be happy for what she is given.

She falls asleep mouthing belbol. Mother is singing again.

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The dream ends as it always does. Centuries have not managed to dull the memory of suffocation. The pillow, so soft against her face. A crushing weight atop her, her mother's voice begging her to quiet, shush now belbol, all will be well. Once so lovely, now a shrill crow's cry. Her own wildly flailing limbs, the desperation — to live, to fight, to breathebreathebreathe — that only wasted more of her quickly waning energy.

Iraestra startles from her Trance, and the terror does not end. She gasps, she chokes, she moans and feels her throat work against a force that does not budge. The ceiling spins in and out of focus, her vision graying for long, harrowing moments. There is a weight across her hips, there are five pinpricks of hurt in her shoulder, holding her down. Too many sensations to focus upon at once, each one more overwhelming than the last.

This is how death will find her then, in her sleep. A final mockery on the family name.

The pressure eases only slightly, and without warning. Iraestra gasps air in greedily, chest working to fill her lungs. The dark shape looming over her is not her mother, but for a moment it is. Her mother has risen from the grave to finish the job, she will end their blood, she will —

Enver studies her as if she is another one of their experiments brought to the autopsy table. He regards her cooly, clinically. Under his eyes she is little more than insect stuck fast to a board. Lame in one of the wings perhaps, something once splendid but now sentenced for death. An amusement, these uselessly fluttering wings of hers. A curiosity to be pickled and kept amongst his other morbid trophies. Would he take her brain, her heart, her tongue?

Sweat cools in a puddle around her, but her neck is warm with what must be her own blood. Her thrashing must have loosened her hair from its braid, as clings to her temples in mats. The tongue is a thick, unwieldy lump of flesh in her mouth. He still has not removed his gauntleted hands from her. Metal warms against her flesh, the joints of the glove pinching.

Gods, how her throat aches. She must have been screaming, as she had been unable to as a girl-child. Loudly enough to have woken her lover, it would seem.

She seeks to find some semblance of his thoughts in his eyes. Only the abyss greets her. A yawning, gaping emptiness that nothing can hope to fill.

All fight leaves her tensed limbs, her trembling arms and thighs and belly. Soft, a pinned dog showing its underbelly. She is hardly aware of the tears that spill over, clumps her lashes thickly together. Iraestra is barely aware of anything beyond the drumbeat of her heart in her chest, in her ears, in her throat.

They do not speak. There are no words for what passes between them. He holds her until the tears end, and then studies too the wicked gleam of her blood across his gauntlets.

She does not thank him. He does not ask.

[the-great-donatello]

Glass and Ann had a chill talk

Glass dropped what was essentially a bomb shell and dipped - Out of Glass

//my gods

[ravenzeppeli]

Claimed

Chapter 42 - Shattered |Prosciutto x Reader Angst|

Warning: strong/violent language, suicide attempt, threats, emotional abuse, strong verbal abuse, physical abuse, dark chapter. MA.

The mistake that you made was that you assumed that you were safe here, that these men would at least have the decency to never kill you. Sadly, you found yourself mistake, almost getting strangled to death all for something foolish. Maybe this was all a mistake, maybe being here's a mistake. All of this was becoming too stressful for you. You felt yourself starting to break. You no longer care about your life.

With delicacy, you pressed Prosciuttos gun up to your head, your hand resting on the trigger. If you do this, you'll be free. Once a man tries to kill you, they'll try it again. You had to kill yourself before he killed you. Before they all killed you. You were a fool for thinking that you'd ever matter to any of them. Not even Melone or Pesci cared. It was all an act. You knew it was all an act.

As you felt yourself close to pulling the trigger, your hand was suddenly slammed against the counter, the gun knocking out of your hand and going off, a loud gunshot echoing throughout the house. Before you could even react, arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you up.

"Stupid!" Prosciutto screamed, dragging your body across the floor as if you were a ragdoll. Your feet struggled to keep balance, your shoes squeaking as they dragged across the floor. "I told you never to touch my gun, and you press it against your head!? You plan to blow your brains out after everything I've done for you! Get the fuck out of my house, weak bitch!"

Silence overtook you, your heart shattering inside your chest as you realized how alone you truly were. Prosciutto wouldn't have cares that Formaggio tried to kill you. He would simply ignore it. If it weren't for Illuso stepping in, you would be dead. If it weren't for that piece of shit Formaggio never would have found out about you watching them. Fuck them, and fuck Prosciutto too. They were no good, and they would never understand how badly that they've hurt you. You were growing tired of these negative feelings. You just wanted it to stop.

As if you were nothing to him, Prosciutto roughly pushed you out of his room. You shamelessly stumbled forward, a low gasp escaping your lips as you crashed into a familiar, hard chest. With haste, you were grabbed and spun around, one massive hand wrapping around your throat and one around your waist.

"What happened? I heard a gunshot." Risottos voice filled your ears, voice low but filled with adrenaline.

Prosciutto walked back into his house without answering Risotto, leaving his door wide open. His harsh words cut you like a knife, but you were used to his abuse and ugly words. Prosciutto was in no way a kind man, and he was never the type to comfort you. Inside and out, he was an evil man with no good qualities aside from the fact that he's physically attractive. You couldn't believe that you almost fell in love with him, those past positive feelings being replaced with an even stronger hate towards him.

You attempted to pull away from Risotto, hot tears filling your eyes. "Let me go!" You screamed at him, wiggling violently in his arms. "Let me go now!" The anger you had was misplaced, but you didn't care. You just wanted to scream and be angry.

Maybe Risotto did deserve your anger, considering he was the reason why you couldn't break up with Formaggio or Prosciutto. His unfair fucking rules kept you on a tight leash and you had no choice but to listen to him. Not only was he your boyfriend, he was also your boss. It was so fucking unfair.

"Calm yourself," he muttered, arms locking around you, squeezing tightly, your body practically flailing to get away from him. To have your own free will. "You will calm down and submit to me now! I haven't had to put my hands on you, but I will!"

The sharpness in his yell was harsh, your body instantly freezing, head hanging low. You couldn't do this anymore, you couldn't feel this pain. "You hate me!" You cried out. "You all do!" Despite still yelling, you froze in his arms, your body not being able to help submitting to him. It was like he had you under his spell, hot tears now pouring down your face as you stiffened against his brick-like figure.

Prosciutto came out before Risotto replied, his hands filled with your things - your carry-on suitcase, your toothbrush, your laptop, your phone, as well as your mp3 player. "You'll never step foot in my house again, stupid cunt!" He stepped past you, tossing your things off of the porch, your clothes spilling out onto the lawn. "Dumb bitch! Trying to blow your brains out with my gun, I should fucking beat you! You're lucky!"

"She tried to shoot herself?" Muttered Risotto, a darkness in his tone that instantly brought fear into your heart. "After everything you've been through with us, you were going to blow your brains out in Prosciuttos kitchen? He trusted you in his home and you betrayed that."

In this moment, all you could think of was wanting Melone here to protect you. Like a fool, like he would actually side with you over his team. These men didn't care. They would soon kill you. You knew it. Formaggio won't let his anger go. You knew that he was coming for you. Or maybe Illuso was. You were replaceable. Just a toy. An object. You were nothing.

"Neither one of you love or care about me," you whispered, voice so low that Prosciutto suddenly appeared in front of you, leaning down slightly, his eyes filled with hate as he stared at you. "I don't want to be with you. I never did."

Prosciutto raised his hand to slap you, thick blonde eyebrows pulling down into a scowl. With an open hand, he popped you in the mouth, your teeth cutting into your bottom lip. "Shut your fucking mouth and learn your place, brainless girl! You should be thankful to be here with us, to be taken care of and spoiled! Ungrateful cunt, you're replaceable! Average at best, nothing special! I could pay for better pussy out on the streets, and I have!"

An awkward silence hung between the three of you, your head hanging low, the tears continuing to fall.

"I don't want you," he added in, "you're available. That's the only reason I allow myself to touch you and fuck you. Learn to be grateful, because we are all better than you! You're nothing without us, even with us you're fucking nothing! The only thing you got right was that I don't love you! Why would I love a weak, suicidal cunt!? Fuck you!"

"I want to leave," you whispered, feeling completely defeated by Prosciuttos' harsh words. A small part of you always felt like he loved you. That small part immediately washed away, his words permanently engraving in the back of your mind. Never would you let yourself forget that he hates you and doesn't want you. That would always stay with you, haunting you.

Risottos grip left your body completely your body completely. "Go sit on my porch," Risotto mutteted, "I'll collect your stuff and bring it. Stay exactly where I can see you and keep my eye on you. Sit on the steps." He stepped away from you, walking over to Prosciutto.

Quickly, you turned away, walking down the steps and passed your scattered clothes. Looking down, you saw your phone and mp3, leaning down, you quickly scooped it up. "Y/N, I said now," warned Risotto. "Do you want to anger me further!? You're already going to get it when we step foot in my fucking room for attempting to kill yourself. You've pissed me off. A threat against your own life is a threat against me."

This was a dangerous situation. You weren't safe and only had one thing on your mind. Risotto was going to kill you, just like Formaggio tried, too. He was going to hurt you. You couldn't let that happen. You were terrified of Risotto and what he may do to you.

Moving fast, you began to walk over to Risottos' front porch, flipping your phone open. You went to Melones name, pressing the green call button as you slammed the phone into your right ear.

The phone rang twice before a familiar voice answered, "Y/N! My love, I was just thinking about you."

A sense of comfort as well as dread washed over you. "Melone," you whispered into the phone as you sat on Risottos porch, keeping your head down. "I need you to come get me. I'm at Risottos. I need you to - " You were cut off by the phone snatching out of your hand, Risotto appearing in front of you in seconds.

With a shake of his head, he snapped your phone in half, tossing it to the side, his large frame towering over you, casting a dark shadow over your entire body. "I really do care about you," he muttered, voice thick with venom, "that is why I'm going to have to do this to you. This will hurt me worse than it'll hurt you."

"Please don't hurt me," you begged, a stiffness coursing throughout your body as he grabbed your wrist, roughly yanking you to your feet. "You don't understand! You don't know what was done to me, and you don't even care!" With a sudden rage, your other hand raised, roughly pushing into his chest, causing no impact.

"Oh?" A look of surprise spread across his face, eyes dropping down to stare at your hand. "You know what, Y/N, I've had enough with you lying and hiding the truth from me. I think it's time I show you what happens when you lie to me and attempt to take your own life."

[yumnasfunblog]

It was her house-a Goldilocks retelling

This is actually a second draft but I wanted to share. Please let me know if anything is unclear!

The thing is, Goldilocks thought it was her house. Not the bears' house. Not that it mattered when she saw the bears. Three, angry, large creatures with fangs and teeth looming over you. Terrifying, especially when you're an eleven year old child.

She didn't have the courage to fight them or confront them. So she ran back to the village, to find Prince Jayden, and tell him what happened.

Goldilocks didn't realize this, because she was young and only thinking about safety, but Prince Jayden was just telling a crowd about how they needed to kill the bears who'd killed poor orphan Goldilocks.

Prince Jayden pretended to be happy when the young, crying girl came into the crowd and hugged him. That the red on his face was happiness from being trusted, and not from anger and embarrassment at being proved wrong. At loosing face.

Once the crowd left he imprisoned her in a room. A nice one, so no one could say he'd been abusing poor orphan Goldilocks. But there were no toys, no books. Just a bunch of fancy pretty things Goldilocks was forbidden to touch.

The walls to that room were thick and heavy. So no one heard him yelling at Goldilocks. Accusing her of trying to humiliate him. Saying all sorts of obscenities, then berating her when she cried.

Then he left, and thought of what he needed to do. His people didn't trust him anymore! What could he do to fix it?

Jayden's advisors told him of a man-eating dragon.

Later, Jayden came to Goldilocks, pretending to be nice and apologetic. He told her he'd take her to her new house, and protect her from the evil bears. He even grabbed a bow and arrows to prove it.

Goldilocks didn't recognize the path. But she chalked it up to not knowing much of the city.

They stopped at a huge cavern. Goldilocks stood too close, looking at what was below.

Something shoved her. She fell, down, down, down. A scaly claw grabbed her. Goldilocks looked up to see a dragon. She screamed at Prince Jayden to save her, but saw him running away.

Goldilocks stopped screaming, then.

The dragon flew, with Goldilocks in his claw. Then it deposited her in its cave, because it wasn't hungry. Then it curled up to sleep.

Goldilocks also curled up. But not to sleep.

Plenty of time to think about what had happened. Prince Jayden giving her the map to the bears' house, yet berating her for surviving. Him running away instead of saving her. Maybe he'd been the one to push her?

No-Jayden was a kind, nice prince. He'd promised her a home, and family. It was the bears' fault, for breaking in and intruding.

Jayden would come and save her. At least, Goldilocks hoped so.

An hour passed. And an hour without anything to do often feels like a day, especially to children. Even a scared child.

Then two hours passed. Then three. Then four. Goldilocks gave up. Jayden wasn't coming. She'd have to save herself.

The dragon had slept forever. Goldilocks almost thought that the dragon would never wake up. That she could sneak out. She stood up.

The dragon woke up and glared at her. And then it started speaking in a raspy, high voice. "You think you can get away like you did with the bears?" It asked. "Oh, no, no no no no. Unlike them, I can fully make sure you face the consequences of your actions. No matter how fast you run, little human, I will still catch you." The dragon smiled.

Then it glared at her again.

The dragon grabbed Goldilocks by the ankle and hoisted her high into the air. "You spoiled brat! You think you can get away with breaking into someone else's house? Not only that, but eating their food, breaking their stuff!" "It was my house! The bears were just intruders!" Goldilocks said. She ignored the voice in her head, that sounded like Prince Jayden yelling at her for surviving.

The dragon shook Goldilocks, and berated her for lying. Goldilocks protested. Saying that the prince gave her the map to the house he'd gifted Goldilocks. That it was supposed to be her forever home. Goldilocks even stated that she'd double checked everything just to make sure that it was her home and not a stranger's.

The dragon laughed and asked if he was truly supposed to believe it. No adult would make a child go alone to find her house. They'd bring her there. To do otherwise would be cruel.

Goldilocks said that dragons must have different standards, because adults were mean to children all the time. That they hit children and turned them out into the streets and took their stuff.

And lied to them...tricking them...for their own gain. Goldilocks stopped talking. Anger washed over her as she realized that yes, Prince Jayden had lied to her and hurt her.

The dragon didn't believe her. Goldilocks glared told it about all the times adults had hurt her and beat her and yelled at her.

A loud noise was heard in the middle of one of Goldilocks's stories. The dragon dropped Goldilocks, then went to see the disturbance.

It was one of the bears. They ran into the room, yelling about how the prince was trying to trick the dragon (who turned out to be named Jade) into eating Goldilocks and then having the justification to kill it without dragon advocates getting angry.

The bear even brought out a map to her house, with Jayden's writing on it.

The dragon froze, going even more still than it'd been when sleeping. Then it roared-Goldilocks covered her ears-and stormed out of the cave.

Goldilocks and the bear stared at each other. But then a noise was heard. Yelling. Prince Jayden came in, along with a crowd holding pitchforks and swords.

They stopped when they saw Goldilocks. The bear then pushed Goldilocks towards the crowd. The crowd was angry. There was no dragon, just a bear. Jayden tried to speak up, saying that he'd been wrong about the bears and that they had freed her from the dragon.

The bear spoke up, talking about how it was all a trick by Jayden. Jayden started yelling back at the bear.

Goldilocks started yelling back at Jayden, saying that it was the truth, that he'd lied to her. The crowd started yelling, and then Jayden started yelling at them.

In the chaos, the bear left unnoticed.

Eventually Jayden realized that he wasn't going to win. He apologized. The crowd glared at him, then left, muttering the whole time.

Leaving Jayden and Goldilocks alone. Jayden glared at Goldilocks and tried to grab her.

Goldilocks used her escaping skills and dodged him. She ran out of the cave, Jayden hot on her heels.

But she was faster, and got away. She managed to get so far away that she couldn't see him anymore. Goldilocks stopped to rest. Suddenly an arrow shot towards her and hit her in the chest. Goldilocks stumbled and went down.

Jayden came into view, and grabbed Goldilocks. He yelled at her, and pulled out a knife. He was about to stab her when a scaly claw grabbed him.

It was the dragon. It threw Jayden in the air then ate him whole in one bite. Then it grabbed Goldilocks.

Goldilocks screamed. And someone else did too. "Put her down, Jade!"

Goldilocks and the dragon looked to see two of the bears, growling. The dragon sighed, dropped Goldilocks, then flew away.

Goldilocks stared at the bears, then apologized for breaking in and said she'd fix the chair and replace the porridge she'd eaten.

The bears agreed to it. Goldilocks fixed the chair and made porridge. She got ready to leave, but by the time she was finished it was raining there was a storm with a tornado. The bears insisted she stay, so she didn't die.

It was awkward at first. Goldilocks didn't know what to do. But then the little bear started talking to Goldilocks and asked her to play with him. He said he was lonely because there was no one his age to play with.

Goldilocks agreed.

The storm was still going strong when it was night, so Goldilocks ended up sleeping on the couch.

In the morning the storm was finished, so the bears said they'd escort Goldilocks to her house. Goldilocks frowned and said that she didn't have a family.

The bears paused, and went to the corner to talk a bit. The conversation looked pretty heated. When they came back they said that they'd be willing to take care of Goldilocks until a human family adopted her.

Goldilocks started crying and asking why they'd want to adopt her when she'd caused so much harm. The bears told her that they'd always wanted a child and knew it wasn't her fault. Plus, she'd made up for it by fixing the chair and making porridge.

Goldilocks didn't accept the deal at first. But one month later in the middle of a storm she asked them for shelter. They agreed.

It lasted for one day. But Goldilocks kept coming back, until one day she was staying with them permanently.

And she finally learned which bears were which, and later became best friends with Jade.

[pure-vanilla-lilies]

A Mother’s Scheme

Story Description: “Only you my daughter can find out about her.”

Characters: Oyster Cookie, Sea Angel Cookie, Oyster Pearl Cookie & Captain Caviar Cookie

Warnings: Angst, Betrayal, Schemes, Violence & Injuries

Note: Hi I really hope you enjoy this because the angst and trauma hit today! Hope you enjoy :)

It was a cool evening in the Oyster Manor, Oyster Cookie was in the living room waiting for her daughter to come home for the night. Oyster didn’t mind that her daughter Sea Angel was out all day, but the one rule is to come home at night, when the doors opened Sea Angel Cookie saw her mother finishing her tea and standing up. Her heart was racing fast as her mother approached her, looking away nervously, Oyster lifted her daughter’s chin up so she can look at her mother again.

“It’s good to see you daughter, but we need a talk about something.” Oyster said as she let go of her daughters chin.

Sea Angel was confused about it but she only nodded to let her mother talk.

“Good.. Now you know there’s gonna be a big wedding between Captain Caviar Cookie and Oyster Pearl Cookie correct.” Oyster said looking out a window.

“Yes mother.”

Oyster nodded as she only chuckled softly, when she turned around to face her daughter. Sea Angel looked at her mother with an nervous look.

“See this pocket knife. I want you to try and kill the bride understand me.” Oyster said as she gave her daughter the knife.

“WHAT! WHAT NO! MOTHER I AM NOT HURTING THE BRIDE ON HER SPECIAL DAY!” Sea Angel yelled as she dropped the pocket knife on the floor.

Oyster only laughed as she looked at Sea Angel, she picked up the knife again and gave her an stern look.

“You have no choice girl or I will make you into bait got it.”

Sea Angel looked away and only nodded which made Oyster smile.

“Good tomorrow is the big day don’t forget.” Oyster said as she went to bed.

Sea Angel didn’t want to do this, but she had to do this. The morning hit, Sea Angel got ready and was getting ready head towards the ceremony. When she and Oyster arrived, Oyster gave her the nod which made Sea Angel went to find the bride, as she found the brides room, she slowly opened the door and saw her. It was time, walking towards Oyster Pearl, Sea Angel grabbed the sirens neck making Oyster Pearl counter attack.

“Gah what the hell!?” Sea Angel questioned as she got back up.

“Your mother is such a fucking idiot, come on little bitch get up and fight me!”

Sea Angel tried to stab her but she cut her palm, with Oyster Pearl grabbed Sea Angel’s knife and stabbed her shoulder and the side of the face making Sea Angel coughed up some blood and looked at Oyster Pearl.

“You are so weak now get the fuck out of my wedding and sight!” Oyster Pearl yelled.

Sea Angel did as she was told but she was stopped by Caviar.

“If I ever see ya again, yer death would be an accident. Got it!” Captain Caviar yelled.

“Y-yes sir..”

With that Sea Angel had to figure out, is to either fight or flight when she sees those again.. But who will know.. She just wants to please her mother no matter what..

[madmanwonder]

Prompt MK Intro- Terry Vs Blue Mary

"Blue" Mary: *Stretched her arms out* Why do I see you with her?

Terry: *Put on his Fatal Fury Hat* Because she needed my help.

"Blue" Mary: *Getting ready to fight* And you don't mind if I talk to her?