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macabrecake · 2 years

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Fatal Attachments

↳ Should he kill you or keep you?

➛ Pairing: RE6! Leon S. Kennedy x Female! Reader

➛ Rating: Mature

➛ Warnings: Smut, Blood, Knives, Brief mentions of canon character deaths, Just dark themes basically

➛ WC: 33k yes it's a lot smh

➛ Note: Everyone's been making Halloween themed Resident Evil stories lately so I thought I'd jump on the bandwagon too! Even though I may have took the literal sense and formed a Halloween AU and, not gonna lie, not feeling extremely proud of it. It's long yeah but the idea might be a bit over used. I don't know, it is what it is. Hope you like it and Happy Spooky Month! 🎃

Raccoon City was silent and still, safe for the soft whisper of the crisp, cool wind carrying the leaves that allow gravity to claim them in the finality of their life cycle. Coloring the roads and sidewalks in an array of different browns, reds, and oranges. Adding onto the aesthetically pleasing decorations that hung throughout the neighborhood, celebrating the festivities of the spooky season. However, the night that now blanketed the city was calm. No children running up and down the cement paths with their candy buckets, laughing and chattering with excited delight to receive their treats or to show off whatever muse they chose to dress up as. All was quiet.

For the worst reasons.

Like the ripple in a pond when a stone is tossed, the still tranquility is suddenly disturbed by the echoing clap of shoes against pavement. Harshly kicking the leaves up in a frenzy as they rush by, searching for anything that will bring them safety. The owner of the frantic footsteps is breathing heavily with clear exhaustion, while struggling in vain to lock down another sob, yet she knows she can't stop. Even if her lungs burn and bile rises in the back of her throat, even if her legs ache with mountains of fatigue, even if it feels like her heart is about to explode if a break is not given. She can't stop. You cannot stop.

That's exactly what he's counting on.

You don't dare to take a chance and look back, you know the consequences of that action would be very grim. Not like you need to anyway, you know he's still there, just waiting for you to slip up. You swear you still see him out of the corners of your eyes as you scan your surroundings in a feeble attempt to make sure he won't catch you off guard, as that will be your death sentence. His obscured face floats within the darkness like a phantom. An evil spirit. The Devil.

Leon.

It's like he's taunting you, yet he doesn't need to utter a single word. But perhaps the feeling is mutual. History repeats itself- he was so close but you still managed to slip away again after all these years. Which feels like an insult to him, personally. A disgrace on him for you to try and beat him at his own game again. It pisses him off to no end but excites him all at once, for Leon loves a challenge.

You're the only victim who's not just gotten away, back then and now, but has also put up this much of a fight tonight. That's what calls to him, what draws him to you like a great white shark when blood is spilled in open waters. What drives him to continue playing this gruesome game he'll never grow tired of.

You're not getting away this time, he's waited for this moment for too long. Dreamed of it on too many occasions when he was locked away from the world within the confines of that godforsaken hospital. Simply biding his time, letting them get away with adorning his being with their petty shackles they fully believe will save them from his gruesome wrath in the end. Allowing them to poke and prod at him. See what aligns with their research they're so confident in that they'll scream whatever nonsense they want about the 'ailments' he holds. Because of fear.

Because they don't know what he is.

If Leon ever decided to speak, highly unlikely of course, he could almost admit that there's some form of irony in there somewhere. They label him as so many different types of crazy, complete mental disturbance. And yet would still waste their own time and money trying to figure him out. Not even fully understanding what they would gain either, besides some brief recognition perhaps. The stupidity is mind boggling, but he never cared, it was always so funny to watch them try anyway.

Chained down to his chair in his padded cell, hearing but not listening to the white noise of specialists, drawing on and on. Studying him as if he was nothing more than a tiger trapped in a zoo. When behind his blank expression, hidden deep within those cold blue eyes. He was laughing at every single one of them.

Because he knew he'd be free again. Free to finally pick up where he left off. Answer the curious questions he's often wondered. Like, what would your flesh look like up close once he's carved into it? He knows it's soft, easy to give. Easy to scar. Oh how he longs to scar you deeply. Make you his. Obsessed with the idea of knowing what your blood feels like when it finally gets to stain his hands, what it looks like when mixed with your tears. He would bet it's beautiful, something close to poetic even. You were always beautiful, maybe that's where his attachment lies.

You're this perfectly blank canvas for him, the horridly sadistic artist. He wants to break you. Like a pretty porcelain doll just for him. All for him. That thought alone almost pulls the ghost of a smirk onto his hidden lips as he keeps his steady pace not far behind you. Waiting. Until you finally give up, or your body makes you stop. He's not picky.

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You finally collapse, letting out a shrill cry from where you lay, pitifully shaking like a little bunny, desperate to get away from the starving wolf. You're praying your adrenaline will give you another boost, one last great effort. Your breath comes out shaky and full of fear. Hearing the sound of Leon's boots slowly step off the sidewalk and onto the asphalt. Oh God, he's right there. You have to move now.

MOVE!

Forcing your lungs to take in a large gulp of air, you immediately spring back up and dart for the nearest house. You're certain you hear a small huff escape him, coming out muffled by his mask. Whether out of amusement or annoyance, you don't care. You just want to get away as you leap onto the porch, quickly throw the front door open, then lock yourself inside. Hoping he'll leave you alone now. Though that's only wishful thinking, you know he doesn't work like that.

You sink to the floor where you quietly sob, begging for the world to swallow you up so he can't get you. He got Helena, Ada, Jake and Piers didn't seem like they were going to make it either. You don't have a damn clue where Chris, Claire or Sherry could be. Is anyone looking for you? And if they are, will they just eventually find your corpse?

You don't want to think about it. Instead you force yourself back to your feet to lock down the rest of the house with one priority- keep Leon Kennedy out. Hoping to hold your ground until help comes. If it ever does. You bolt to the living room first, checking all the windows to make sure they're secure, then run to the kitchen next to look for any possible entries you could cut him off from. Along with the back door, that definitely gets blocked.

Once those are checked and dubbed safe, you move back to the front of the house with the intention of heading upstairs to barricade everything up there. Only to freeze dead in your tracks. Unable to make a sound as your heart leaps into your throat just as your stomach drops like a weighted block of ice. The front door you just locked…

Is standing wide open.

The lock clearly busted as if it was nothing more than tinfoil to him. Yet you never heard a sound. A weak cry falls from your lips as you plant your shaking body to a wall while your eyes frantically search around you. He's not in the living room, or the kitchen from what you could see. He's probably watching you right now, when you can't see him at all. That thought alone throws your mind into overdrive.

The door is still open, maybe he couldn't find anything useful to block it before you came back around. You pray for that to be the case, because you know Leon is crafty. Always thinking three steps ahead. But you're so tired, you want to go home, let this nightmare be over with. And with freedom practically staring you in the face, you can't help but take it. So you quickly push yourself away from the wall and race out the front door. To help, safety, some actual hope that the end of this horrific tunnel is finally within sight.

The universe works in such unimaginable ways though, and perhaps someone up there is just really testing you, or doesn't like you at all.

When that hope is stolen from you in the form of Leon's hand suddenly clamping down onto your arm before you're even fully out the door then swiftly tosses you back into the house.

"NO!" A scream rips from your throat as your back meets the hardwood floor. One of anguish and betrayal, then terror when Leon steps inside after you. The holes of his mask bore into you, like staring into the depths of an abyss. Staring straight into Hell. His hand reaches up to shut the door first, then wedges a small decorative table underneath the mangled knob and lock. Forcing your mind into the horrific realization that you did not make a fortress to keep him out.

It's your own prison with him.

Your sobs are pained and terrified as you force your aching body back up to run upstairs, unfortunately you're not quick enough. The burn of sharp steel piercing your outer thigh and slicing along your leg, almost to your knee, has you yelping as you drop again before you could get up the first mahogany step. Your death is looming over you, yet you still don't want to give in.

Picking yourself up enough to run the first few then quickly crawl up the rest to reach the second story. There you try to get back up to your feet, however the large red stain that sticks to your leg and the pain that shoots through it, reminds you of just how difficult that's going to be. Forcing you to resort to hobbling towards a hiding spot instead. Once in the 'safety' of a bedroom closet, you hastily rip off your shirt to wrap it around your thigh to put pressure on the wound. Stop the bleeding or slow it down significantly at most.

After it's tightly wrapped, but still with room for circulation, you focus on trying to calm your breathing and heart rate. Easier said than done, especially when Leon's boots echo throughout the house as he makes his way up the stairs.

Step.

He's close by. And after watching your blood drip from his knife, admiring how beautifully crimson it looked in the light, Leon's patience is wearing thin. His prize is so close. Just within his grasp, he wants it now. And he's hellbent to get it. One way or another.

You jolt at the sound of hinges busting off their frame as Leon forces his way into a room down the hall to search it. A quaint little guest bedroom. There's some promise here, maybe you're under the bed, or behind the window's curtains, perhaps the closet even. The man moves fast in swift, long strides to cross the room and pull the curtains away first. Nothing. Given his mask covering his features, as well as his strong rigid stature overall, one would think he's unbothered. However by the way his large hand bears a death grip on the hilt of his blade would suggest quite the opposite.

Leon then turns around to raise his foot and kicks the bed away. You're not there either. So he storms over to the closet and nearly rips the doors off the frame before shoving clothes away. Corner to corner, full of shirts and coats but still no you. A sharp exhale leaves the man as he stomps out to raid the next room then. The bathroom is a rather decent size but still not big enough for you to properly hide in. Not even in the bathtub, he would spot you immediately. He's quick to leave and search the final room.

Which instantly sends your hands flying to your mouth to stifle your uprising panic when the master bedroom door creaks open, oddly calm compared to the first couple of times. Then those God awful slow, calculated steps.

He's in here with you.

Whatever possesses him, whatever he is. Is powerful and sinister enough to send the iciest chills down your spine while you fight to keep your breathing steady and silent. Yet you're still plagued with one scary thought- wondering if he could hear your heartbeat. How it pounds in your ears like thunder, it wouldn't surprise you if he does catch on to the sound. But you don't dare move, only clamping your eyes shut and curling into yourself more as metal scrapes against wood when the bed is shoved away for the monster to peer underneath. Then the curtains, before snapping his head over to look into the little bathroom area on his right. Negative on both. That is…

Until Leon slowly turns his head to stare over his shoulder. At the last spot he hasn't checked yet. Ah, a rookie mistake on his part for not looking there first. Yet also such a classic choice in this twisted game of hide and seek. It was fun listening to you scream again, watching you run once more, fighting for your life that was already within the palm of his hands from the beginning. It's over now. He finally gets his reward.

Not without giving you one last shot though.

That one silent, evil thought resting in his dark consciousness leaves you clueless and beyond afraid when his body casts his ominous shadow over the closet doors as he stalks by. Then silence.

Surely that can't be it. Surely he knows you're in here, is he toying with you? Did he finally get bored? You can't tell anymore. It feels as if you're simply delaying the inevitable at this point. Maybe your life was just meant to end this way. Maybe you just need to make peace with that. Hope it's swift. Even though you don't want that as your fate, then again who really does when met with a situation like this? You're outmatched, with no options. Other than to just brace for it.

Another sob wracks your frame, the dam already broken to let the tears fall. Flowing down your cheeks as you slowly stand up on shaky legs like a newborn fawn and push the closet door open. Of course he's not there, and the door is open. Giving you a clear view back into the brightly lit hallway. You know better.

So, as you mentally write out your final goodbyes to your loved ones, you move towards the door to grab the knob and slam it shut. Revealing the man right behind it. Who doesn't waste a second as he lunges forward to pin you to the wall by your neck. A small grunt escapes before your eyes open to meet a strong chest cladded in dark navy blue. Your gaze then slowly travels upward past broad shoulders until you find yourself peering at that same haunting white facade that stares right back at you.

Honestly, in Leon's mind he feels rather disappointed. He was expecting you to try and make another escape, continue the chase. However, from the looks of it, it seems you're done. Tragic. You're exhausted, body still trembling, quietly sniffling amongst the little silver streams that blanket your face. It's so pathetic. On the other hand, he's pleasantly surprised by your little streak of courage when you stepped to him like that, even though he knew you couldn't do anything to him. Not to mention, the view he's been granted.

Seeing your shirt wrapped around your leg, leaving you in your lace bra that conforms and moves with each quiet, shuddering breath you take- that he allows you to have, for now. It stirs something he can't place at the moment. But it's something that burns hotter when he feels your heart practically beating in his hand as his thumb presses harder into your pretty skin, right onto your pulse point. Amused with how it flutters like a trapped bird.

Even more amusing to see your dainty hands quickly reach up in an attempt to pry him away. At first, Leon's almost tempted to just snap your neck right here, right now. It would be so easy. But that wouldn't be fun for him, not whenever he's finally got you after all this time. He wants to savor this moment. You still haven't changed a bit it seems, matured physically perhaps, but still so weak, soft, and delicate. Like a flower.

Whose petals he's going to rip off until there's nothing left. You're staring rather defiantly at his towering form however. Interesting. There's still a fire in you, even if it's merely a spark. A spark he wasn't expecting would light so suddenly when one of your hands shot away from where he was holding your neck and yanked his mask clean off. You're definitely gonna pay for that...

Now, from where you're standing, you could feel his eyes scanning every inch of you. Meaning it's only fair that if you're gonna be bare then so will he. But you're not sure what you were expecting to see under there. Nor stare at so intently. You never forgot about him, what he used to look like all those years ago. Smaller, slim fit, rather baby faced to where you would've called him 'cute' had he not been so dangerous. A stark contrast to what's before you now. It's rather sick to admit that time was actually very kind to him.

Leon's hair is much longer compared to when he was in his 20s, with the addition of some light stubble that frames his sharp jawline quite nicely. Of course still obviously cut and maintained while he was at the sanitarium. Makes you wonder how the caretakers there were able to do that to him without the risk of their necks being snapped. Unless they always kept him drugged. Should you feel bad? You're not too certain, all you know is that you're strangely tempted to move some of the shiny golden blonde strands that fall over his eyes just slightly. Long, but not enough to obscure those scars you left on him that last Halloween night.

One across his cheek, under his right eye, then another on his left- a long jagged cut going from the bottom of his eyebrow faintly skimming his eyelid and stopping just above his cheekbone. Would've completely blinded him in that eye if he didn't swerve his head away. Both are still intact and staring you down with vicious ferocity. And some other emotions you can't quite put your finger on. Perhaps something else just as sinister if not rage. It's hard to say as his plump, pale rose colored lips remain in a stoic, firm line. Never speaking whatever his gaze is silently wailing. A gaze that's so beautifully blue. Like an ocean, bright and full of color on the surface until you swim down deeper to the depths where nothing but darkness awaits.

It's settling in now, for you and him. What time has done to you both. How much it's changed you. Matured you over the years. Yet something has still chained one to the other.

The notion of predator and prey.

So what happens now? You don't know, you're still wondering why any higher being would make such a handsome, almost angelic, face. Only to bestow it upon the most hellish soul. And why does it sadden you so greatly?

Perhaps you're letting your own emotions speak too loudly now, watching as Leon's head slowly tilts to the side almost confused. You don't look so afraid anymore. That's rather small minded considering he still has the power to cut off your airflow until you stop struggling. Only reason he hasn't yet is because of how your gaze peers at him. And mainly flicker between his eyes and lips. He's not dumb or naive, acutely aware of what that normally leads to. The man has just never really associated those kinds of needs with his carnage seeking ones.

Never let it be said he wasn't ever curious though.

That alone is what drives him forward to smash his lips against yours, stifling your gasp. It's clumsy at first, more teeth than lip, but Leon is quick to catch the rhythm. Having it figured out to the point he forces your head back for him to slip his tongue into your mouth, which pulls a soft whimper from you. You taste so sweet, wherever his tongue goes to claim it's like taking the smallest bite out of a pastry. Or chocolate.

It's so good he doesn't stop himself from biting your lip, making you jolt with a small cry before he starts working his way down your neck once he's removed his hand. It's in his nature to leave marks. And with how every inch of you is so bare, that acts like an open invitation to him, as he hoists you up completely from the floor and traps you between him and the wall. Leaving one bloody bite mark after another. Another small gasp of pain escapes as fear swims in your eyes when Leon presses you closer to him.

'What are you doing?'

'This man has been trying to kill you!'

'He's already killed your friends!'

'And you're making out with him?'

Your head yells, begging for some common sense to enlighten you, as Leon lays another very harsh bite to your skin- this one in the crook of your neck. You flinch and start trying to push him away, until he makes you stop squirming by burying his knife into the wall. Right next to your head. Then that icy stare finds yours again, his brow irked only a fraction. Written clear as day that if he were to speak right now it'd be something along the lines of, 'This is what's keeping you alive. You might as well play along.'

When put like that, and also displayed so eloquently, it would seem that's why there's no common sense here. So you go with it. Letting your hands move down to unclasp and peel your bra away then unbutton your jeans. Once they're out of the way, you glance back up at the blonde man. And would've laughed some at how his eyes shift between your breasts, his expression is unreadable however, either he's looking for the most vital spot to stab you in or he's actually admiring. It's difficult to tell but you would hope for the latter.

Now, suppose someone up there doesn't completely hate you. No tip of a knife gets embedded in your chest, but the bite that's laid to one of your nipples isn't so great either. Of course Leon is still going to be mean. "Ow!" You gasp while lightly pushing on his shoulders, "Easy, you don't have to bite that hard!" Fierce cobalt eyes train on you again, he knows he doesn't have to, but he wants to. What are you gonna do about it? Better change your approach.

"Please?" Begging. That's better, he can work with that. Fine, he'll reward you just this once. A reward that he supposes ended up working in his favor as well. Once he pays attention to the other breast, giving a softer bite and swirls his tongue around your perky bud, your hands suddenly end up in his hair as your head falls back with the softest moan he's ever heard.

Leon has always despised when the caretakers would get too close to his hair or neck, or anywhere around his face for that matter. Too close when they cut his hair, too close when they shove a light in his eye for check ups, too goddamn close when they force another round of medicine down his throat to keep him docile. Keep his mind floating so he can't fight back.

Now you're doing it too. He should break your wrists for that, he could. They're so small. Gentle in the way they card through his locks and lightly tug at his roots, just as your hips grind against his clothed bulge.

He likes it.

So much it spurs the blonde's blood seeking frenzy even more. The little trickles of red from where his teeth punctured your skin just isn't enough for him. That's when Leon's knife gets pulled out of the wall. Making you gasp from the sudden stinging sensation going down your left arm, then another just below your collarbone, and another into your neck. Cuts that aren't deep enough to be fatal but certainly enough to make you bleed. You quickly glance at Leon, finding him abandoning your other breast to stare at your blood as it drips, before bringing his hand up to smear it, watching with hidden delight as it stains your skin. He knew it'd look pretty.

And normally that would be enough to satisfy him, but you've done something. Awoken some new carnal hunger within him that he must feed. One that he's determined to satiate by cutting the rest of your clothes off, and never letting you touch the floor once thanks to his strength, until they're in pieces around his feet. Leaving you completely bare before him. Your petite hands suddenly reach out slowly towards the buttons on his suit, but stop as your eyes trail back up to meet his. "May I?" You ask, voice soft and almost timid. You're asking for his permission.

This is new territory to Leon, he shouldn't be letting you get this close. You should be dead, he should be stabbing you in the heart right now. Breaking your bones. Something. Why are you looking at him like this? Why does it make him feel warm? The thought of your demise at his hands won't even stay in his head anymore as he leans closer until your hands splay against his chest. A silent yes.

A little smile tugs at your lips as you undo the buttons and pull down the zipper until his erection is finally freed from its confinement. That's when your smile turns timid. It's plain to see he's certainly well endowed by just the tip alone, which is beat red and leaking precum like no tomorrow, there's girth to it as well. With a visible vein that runs long. From the head all the way down. How is that going to fit?

While in the midst of trying to figure out this dilemma, you almost miss the tiny huff that escapes Leon. The way it came out, almost sounded like a quiet laugh. Looking back up at him yields even more of a surprise, it's quick to disappear but you could swear you saw his lips were curved. In a very very faint smile. Of course he finds amusement in your worry. But the fact he's maybe capable of other emotions besides rage and bloodlust is surprising, all things considered.

You let curiosity get the better of you then, seeing how he'll react with this- by wrapping your hand around the base of his cock and start moving, making sure to gather the cum on the tip to lube him up easier. Leon's entire body uncharacteristically shudders as his face buries itself in the crook of your neck, drawing out a low hum. The first noise you've ever heard emit from this man, this killer, why did it have to sound so beautiful? It was low, deep, and gravelly as it vibrated against your chest. But still holding a smoothness to it, like taking a swig of bourbon.

The way it shot straight to your core to light it up like liquid fire was just as mind boggling. But it's a good sign to keep going. Listening to his sharp exhale before his teeth quickly clamp down on your neck to stay quiet. Leaving the only sounds to be his hot breath panting against your skin, and the soft squelch as his hips rut into your hand. This shouldn't make you as wet as it does but it's far better than what else he could do to you instead. However, your hand was starting to cramp. To the point you have no choice but to release him. Bad move.

Leon's head is quick to move away from your neck to glare down at you, eyes lit up with fury as he squeezes your supple hips tight to the point you know it'll leave bruises. And that's only a warning. Thankfully, before he could take his knife from the wall and pin you with it, you manage to calm him down. "Here." You speak quietly then maneuver yourself to where he lines up with your entrance. Hoping he understands what you're trying to do, and he does but it was probably better if you did it. The lack of patience in Leon makes him hold onto your hips incredibly tight and push himself all the way inside you in one go.

"W-Wait! Not- AH!" Holy FUCK he's huge. It hurts how quickly he stretches you around him, but there's also an underlying sensation of bliss. Especially when he starts moving, because Leon can't help himself. You feel so tight, so fucking tight around him, and hot. His hips act on a rhythm all their own. He would've gotten lost in it for a moment, until he feels one of your hands move down between him and you. Curious at your action, his sharp eyes glance downward to watch as your fingers rub and caress your little bundle of nerves. And after looking back up at you, Leon sees why. There's new tears running down your cheeks as your face morphs into one of discomfort.

He shouldn't care, but… fine. He could do better than what your dainty little fingers are trying to accomplish anyway. Leon immediately smacks your hand away to replace it with his. His fingers are big, calloused, and so warm against your sensitive rosy pearl. It instantly melts the discomfort away like rain on a hot forge. Making your head fall back and your whole body shudder as you arch off the wall to press against him with a loud moan. "Leon!~"

Damn you. You shouldn't sound like that. Shouldn't be saying his name that way. Damn him too for liking it so much. For letting it spur him on to go faster and bury his cock in you deeper. For wanting to hear you say it again. This is wrong, you both have fallen too deep. His pleasure was always found in terror. Chaos. In watching someone choke on their last shred of life. In painting this whole city red with it's own blood until it drowns. He's a killer. Truly a Godforsaken monster. What have you done to him? For once, he's not certain what to do.

Leon Kennedy.

The Shadow of Raccoon City.

Was truly at a loss. Should he kill you or keep you? He doesn't know, nor can he think on it more when you're pulled so close to him. Feeling your arms and legs wrap around him tight. Listening to the way your moans, soft whimpers, his name fall from your lips into his ear like a song. Subtly letting his eyes cast down to see the way your shared arousals mix and coat your inner thighs. It makes such a pretty mess every time he sinks back into your soft, fluttering walls. You wrap around him too well, it's like he belongs there. It's a problem.

A problem he doesn't know how to solve except by throwing your legs over his shoulders and fuck you harder against the wall. Letting his hot, heavy pants mingle with yours and the lewd sound of wet skin loudly slapping against each other. Drool begins to run down the corner of your mouth, just as your eyes roll in the back of your head when stars cloud your vision. "Ah!~ Leon, wait I- hm! Slow d-own! I'm g-onna cum!" You whimper, trying with all your might to form a coherent sentence.

Luckily he heard you, given how his eyes open to look at you, and lets out a deep growl. The sound takes hold and sends your body shivering beneath him. But was it out of fear? Or excitement? You can't tell. No, is his clear answer though, he's not slowing down. In fact he leans in closer, his lips just barely gracing yours to kiss, and keeps his stare locked on you while his hips move faster.

Your eyebrows crease upward and your mouth falls open with a silent scream of euphoria as you stare back at him, unable to look away. And he loves it. If that word can work there. Seeing how needy you are, so desperate, all because of him. This is his doing. Leon has brought the whole city to its knees tonight, and now has you begging for him. He couldn't be happier, more content, more obsessed than now. You're close, he can feel it. Your pussy hugs him tighter, gushes more. That coil in you is winding up, so close to breaking. Leon wants to see it, see what you look when you fall apart.

It's not long before his silent wish is granted, your grip on his arms clamp down for some kind of leverage. Cries of pure ecstasy fill the room for him when your cloud nine is reached, making you cum hard around his cock. The man never knew how a sight that isn't blood and gore could still be so beautiful. Basking in the view of your pleasure as you squirt and drench him until the lower area of his coveralls are soaked. What a mess you've made. He likes it, maybe a little too much, but it's more than enough to pull him into his own release.

Leon's breath suddenly hitches in his throat, the sensation is unlike anything he's ever felt before. Like his nerve endings lit up with electricity and shot through his whole body. Too good for him to keep a cognitive thought other than to just shove himself as deep into your dripping cunt as he can go and squish you against him more with a low groan. You lightly flinch at his strength when he squeezes you so hard. But you don't really mind, not while hearing that groan in your ear.

Aka another pretty damn sexy sound you wouldn't mind more of. Much like the thick warmth that settles in your lower belly as Leon's hips thrust into you a little more, milking himself until you're fully stuffed with every last drop of his hot seed. There's so much of it that some even leaks out of your spent hole once he finally slows to a stop. Tugging a soft, blissful hum from your lips as you bury your own face in his shoulder, exhausted and content.

But, as the relaxation fades away with the high, the ugly face of reality starts to creep back in. He's still a murderer. The whole city is after him, others are probably trying to find you before he does. You don't like the heaviness that gives you, how conflicted it makes you feel. "I'm gonna die now, aren't I?" You softly ask before your brain could stop you. It's a valid question you have to ask. But you're still shot with a streak of fear when Leon moves his head away for his intimidating gaze to find you again. Making you curl up slightly, shrinking before him.

Fierce blue eyes shift to stare at the knife still stabbed into the wall just inches away from his hand. Leon could pierce your heart right now if he wanted, cut you open like Thanksgiving turkey. That's what his original goal was anyway, what he strived to achieve for so many years. So it angers him now when every time a lethal thought enters his mind of what he should do with you, the rest of his body fights to turn it away. There's a battle being waged within the man.

And you can see it, how the ocean in his eyes abruptly shifts and uproars into a great powerful storm. Then that knife is in his hand again.

Fear races in your veins, making your eyes screw shut, about to scream. A powerful stab through your sternum doesn't come however, instead it's another little sting. Then another. And another.

You count eight altogether until Leon pulls away, letting you open your eyes and peek at what he did. There, below your collarbone close to the area where just beneath your crimson stained skin lies your heart. That suddenly soars and falls all at once. Small cuts, forming letters. Spelling out his possessiveness, his need to make you bleed so pretty for him and remind everyone who's prize you are. That he plans to keep a while longer.

'L S K'.

#leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 6 #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut #halloween au #i guess?#this still feels really dumb now that I read over it again #oh well #i fucked around and found out #re6 leon #but he's mean #and blood thirsty #everyone says Ghostface!Leon Kennedy #I raise you The Boogeyman!Leon Kennedy #slasher!leon kennedy au

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dragons-hoard-of-fandoms · 2 years

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Well, that...

That was something. (Cut 'cuz spoilers. Long. Small angry rant near the end.)

I can't really say it was bad, but, y'know, can't say it was all that fantastic either. Just doesn't feel like the "conclusion" it was promised as - which is honestly understandable, given that the new show is on its way. And, y'know, having to pack everything into only eleven minutes doesn't really grant ya much wiggle room. I feel like there'd be a much better payoff if it had more time to work with - twenty-two minutes like the Wil Film seasons, or a full TV movie.

It's definitely more satisfying than "Endings," tho, so I'll give it that.

I think I speak for everyone when I say I wish we'd gotten more of Oni Lloyd. Considering it was being hyped up as this big final ultimate form that may or may not end up rampaging across the city, destroying everything in sight as Lloyd takes out all the anger and frustrations that have been building up within him probably since this whole "destiny" nonsense was dropped on him, enacting a role reversal of the Kryptarium fight when Garmadon tries to face him only to finally understand exactly how he made his son feel back then when (despite Garm actually genuinely giving his all) Lloyd nearly kills him, has him by the throat and tells him "I have no father," while the Ninja are forced to confront the possibility that the only way to save their friend is to destroy him...

Yeah, Lloyd going full Oni for like five seconds only to immediately back out before actually doing anything was a letdown. But who knows, maybe they'll come back to it in the new series. Get on it, writers! Let our boy go crazy go stupid! Don't make this another Tornado of Creation!

Garmadon's second redemption certainly has room to grow. He's clearly trying, and I appreciate that, but I wish he'd made a more obvious effort that he was trying to reconcile with his son. I get that he can't just come right out and say it, not when he still can't quite comprehend just what "it" is, and I get that Lloyd wouldn't be able to just roll over and forgive him, not when he's probably still having nightmares about Seasons Eight through Ten and his whole original motivation from Season One is now his greatest fear... But still. I totally called that Christofern was serving as a stand-in for Lloyd when it came to Garmadon's feelings about him, but it felt like they were trying to push it from an allegory to a literal - pretty much any time Garm's ability to care was called into question, Christofern was the example given. The only arguable exception is that one scene with Nya, but even then, it's deflected onto Christofern so bluntly that's it's practically calling us stupid for thinking Garmadon's empathy could extend beyond his plant.

Again, tho, the new series still has a chance to remedy this. Sensei Garmadon could still return to us in some form. The Dragon half could still claw his way out of the Departed Realm, reunite with the Oni, and give Lloyd his real dad again. I like to imagine Garmadragon has been barreling across the multiverse screaming "HAVE YOU SEEN MY SON" for the past eight seasons, and the only reason he hasn't shown up yet is because there are a lot more than fourteen Realms out there. He could still turn up.

Look all I'm saying is Lloyd and Garmadon's Oni heritage has gotten its time in the spotlight, give the Dragons their turn. And while you're at it, acknowledge Wu's inhuman qualities for once. He's DragOni too.

Other Stuff I Don't Have As Much to Say About:

"Compatible" really doesn't hit as hard as Tommy was trying to convince us it would. IDK, maybe what with Zane dying every other weekend we're just desensitized to the whole ordeal. It was cute, tho, I certainly won't deny that.

Clutch still has Nadakhan's teapot. Is that ever gonna be relevant or

I can't believe they had Zane fight Mr. F and not reveal Mr. F as Echo. What do we gotta do to make them bring back Echo?!

Did they really think revealing the Overlord was responsible for the Devourer was some big unexpected twist? Pretty certain we all gathered that WAY back the first two seasons.

On that note, WOW was she-whose-name-we-do-not-speak-in-this-household's heel-face turn stupid. You were literally working with the dude who released the Devourer in the first place! If it was so easy for you to blame Lloyd for that, you should've been able to trace it back to the Overlord right from the start!

Yes I still despise she-whose-name-we-do-not-speak-in-this-household with every fiber of my being. Yes I still would've laughed and cheered if she had been murdered on-screen in such a brutal and violent manner that it never would've been allowed on television if they weren't Legos. Yes I still want Lloyd to go on an insane Oni-powered rampage with her as the first and only casualty. No I am not sorry and no I will never forgive her and no I will never accept her as anything other than the thing that ruined Garmadon. SHE IS NOT HIS DAUGHTER AND NEVER WILL BE AND I WOULD GLADLY REWRITE THE ENTIRE SHOW FROM SCRATCH TO PREVENT HER FROM EVER EXISTING

Can't say I was expecting the Ninja to lose their powers again (I figured they would've permanently gone full Dragon or something - another "dead without actually dying" case à la Nya turning into the ocean), but, y'know, can't say I'm too shocked by it either. Last time this happened was, what, Season Five? If anything they were overdue.

All in all, a decent end to a season and an alright end to an era, but not so much to an entire series like it's being billed as. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it, and I've definitely seen worse finales (*cough cough* Star vs. the Forces of Evil *cough*), but that's not to say there isn't any wasted potential here. Maybe there wouldn't have been such high expectations if it hadn't been played up as this heart-wrenching, soul-crushing eleven-minute epic. Maybe if it'd lived up to the hype I wouldn't be writing this. Or maybe regardless of how things turned out, there would always be a little disappointment mixed into it. Who's to say, really.

Either way, the 2023 series certainly has a lot to live up to, and a fairly solid foundation to build off of. There's still a few loose ends to tie up, plot points to resolve, mysteries to uncover, stories to finish. What's up in the other Realms? Where are the Time Twins? Will we ever see Morro again?

We're just gonna have to wait and see, I suppose.

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captain-astors · 1 year

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17, 20, 42 & 49 from the ship ask with Seidou x Akira??🙂

Ooh haven't seen seiaki around for a little. Presuming this is all post-ghoulification?

the ask game

17. How well do they communicate? Are they open with their feelings/thoughts or more reserved? Why?

More reserved, by nature and by extensive trauma respectively. Also if Seidou stayed quiet about his feelings for god knows how long so it's not like this is entirely new. But if anyone can pry this guy open like a clam, (lovingly) it's Akira, and she'll open up pretty quickly verbally about anything she doesn't like, and more positive stuff Seidou's actually alright at sniffing out, and that assurance that if he does something "wrong" he'll be told gently actually brings him a lot of reassurance. He's already aware of the consequences so even if he worries about messing up, he's not worried that she'll be angry at him.

20. How do they comfort each other when one of them is upset? Is this method of comfort effective?

Akira's rather blunt about it, but not in a rude way. "No I don't hate you, your brain is being stupid. Hug me if you want or keep your personal space but I'm here for you." And it's a pretty good matchup for Seidou's feral cat of a mind. Sometimes it freaks him out but for the most part that lack of vagueness and straight "yes I do care about you, stop that" doesn't leave his mind much space to fill in the gaps with fears. For Seidou, he's more wordless about it, just sort of hugging her in a little "I hope you feel better soon and I'm sorry." This is a huge testament to his trust and Akira is conscious of that, so often the significance alone is enough to be effective. But just like how occasionally her bluntness frightens Seidou, his touch and lack thereof sometimes makes it worse but she does her best to be understanding.

42. What’s their relationship like with each other’s friends/families?

Surprisingly pretty good when it comes to their closer friends. Seina teased Seidou a lot the first time she met Akira, but is genuinely super supportive of this. She's so happy to see that her brother is alive, happy, and finally absolving that rivalry that consumed him for years. As for Akira well- Rest in Peace Kureo. Obviously a lot of the CCG is still a little apprehensive about ghouls, especially one who's brutally slaughtered so many of their ranks and realistically could do the same but as much as their fear the Owl they tend to fear Akira a little more for long enough to warm up to him. He's kind of skittish and keeps to himself anyways, kind of funny for someone who's probably killed a friend of yours. Amon is a little confused but supportive.

49. Do they keep secrets from each other?

Absolutely. They do their best to create environments where they both feel comfortable sharing, but they still both have an inclination to keep it quiet until they remind each other that it's alright. There are some things they'll never revisit, not because they don't trust each other but because those events are just too traumatic and recent. And that's alright for now, one day maybe, but currently they're both still within a couple years of some wild nonsense and those boundaries are mutually respected.

#miscellaneous not-art things #zeph answers questions about media/characters/ships #seiaki

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I think the biggest reason why people believe M*ileven will be endgame is because we’re just so used to seeing the the straight ship that’s supposedly had tension and chemistry all along end up together.

Even though we’ve basically picked apart why romantic M*ileven is a narrative mess and why it would be bad writing, there have been so many shows in the past that have continued to promote and drag their one straight ship to the end of the show even when it has become super nonsensical and trashy.

I think that’s something that needs to be taken into account considering why people are hesitant to believe in byler and why we’re also deep rooted in fear that this will be the case at the end of the day.

However, this season especially, they’re just really going for byler and I’m still in awe about all the things we’ve known for years being blatantly confirmed like Will being gay and in love with Mike. We’ve been saying that for years now and it’s insane for it to actually be canon! It does just open up a door of possibility of byler more than ever and tell us that the show creators do know what they’re doing with the writing.

I’m not going to lie the fact that we picked up on it and gathered all this evidence years before it’s actually confirmed is just so amazing and it’s an example of great writing too. And the Duffers couldn’t have done it you know, they could’ve never taken the initiative to make it clear and confirm Will’s feelings for Mike they might as well have left it as subtext.

The fact that they did do it is just so crazy because of M*leven already being seen by majority as THE ship so Will’s feelings for Mike moving out of subtext territory being clear as day now is such an unconventional move and it shows us that they’re not here to feed into majority’s expectations. They’re writing their damn show in the most authentic way possible and it makes sense if they are.

What doesn’t make sense is why they’d make the decision of making it clear that Will has feelings for Mike and it has been intentional all along (biggest evidence for that as we’ve picked up on it) only for him to just end up being rejected because that is a problematic storyline and they must know that. They could’ve just confirmed he’s gay and left his feelings for Mike as subtext if they were planning to go on the “M*leven is endgame” route as this would still give them brownie points for representation there was no need for them to SHOW and TELL us that he has feelings for Mike. It would make no sense for them to incorporate that problematic storyline if it’s not going to be requited and there’s not point in him having feelings for Mike if he’s going to be rejected. It’s like pointless misery for him after so much buildup of that arc for ages.

The wait isn’t for much long and I hope I’m right with the Duffers knowing what they’re doing with the writing! Because they could’ve just left it all as subtext, could’ve only confirmed Will as gay instead of it being him having feelings for Mike and have M*leven as endgame just the same but no they took this Byler initiative and I’ve got my fingers crossed more than ever that we won’t be disappointed.

Absolutely agree with all of this, Anon, thank you for sharing your thoughts!

I agree that no matter what happens on July 1, the fact that one-sided Byler is canon at the very least is a huge win considering how hateful the fandom was toward Byler shippers back in the early days. Assuming they do an amazing thing bringing the subtext into canon, and I do have faith they'll ultimately be kind with Will's coming out in the way they were with Robin's, we will have another amazing queer character in Stranger Things.

But like you said - there was no reason to make this About Byler if only Will would be impacted. They could have done any number of other paths to make Will queer without leading him toward heartbreak and rejection from his best friend, and I just can’t see that being the only outcome. I really am quite confident in Byler, delusional or not, so we’ll see soon!

Thank you for the message!!!

#byler #stranger things #stranger things 4 #antimileven #mike wheeler is gay #mike wheeler is not straight

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wonda-ch · 1 year

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For the one-word writing prompts: 31. — lies. 👀

Part three of the One Word Prompts . The collection of conversations from a cozy evening in chronological order.

Part 3 (31. - lies)

Lying comfortably in Jax's arms, Midnight tried to summarize the events that had happened at Heaven's Edge over the past few weeks. "Aside from the escaped flock, not much has really happened around here in the last three weeks. I guess that's why it seems like you've been gone for an endless amount of time."

"You forgot to mention that we need new gardeners, Darling. After all, this drama has kept us a little busy."

"That's right, we don't have a gardener anymore," Milvirvilan chuckled.

Incredulous, Daeran objected, "We had three. How did you manage to lose three gardeners in three weeks?"

"They almost did it themselves," Jax began to report. "Did you know Jennis had a fling with the other two gardeners? They didn't know about it, but it came to light and it totally escalated. Bronnar quit right away and left. Jennis and Melrun tried to ignore the tension, but they got into such a fight at work that they destroyed the variegated roses and threw them at each other. That's when I fired them both."

"Who's Jennis?" asked Daeran, obviously confused, which made Tishlia laugh.

"That's the person you've been paying to take care of our garden for the past three years, and who you always call 'the gardener.' Sometimes it might be useful to ask people their names."

"Nonsense, if you start asking for the names of your servants, they'll soon tell you about their personal problems, and you'll get involved in things you don't want to know. You can see how many people are stuck with us just because we learned their names during the crusade. You never manage to ignore any of them when they ask for help or advice."

"These people are called friends, my love. When they ask for help or advice, you should be there for them."

"Friends are a few people, not a whole city of them. We waste way too much time with people we barely know. At the end of the day, it is my time with you that is at stake. If we worry about the servants now, there will be no end to it. I'm happy about everything you don't know." He had talked himself into such a rage that he almost bit his tongue to stop himself from saying his last sentence. It was too late, Tishlia had long since slipped out of his arm and onto the other side of the bench, glaring at him suspiciously.

"What don't I know, Dae?"

"It's called digging your own grave, isn't it?" Jax quipped before Midnight silenced him with a sharp look.

There was a brief silence, broken only by the incessant chirping of crickets. Tishlia said nothing, waiting patiently for her husband's response with an iron gaze. He squirmed, tried to avoid her gaze, took a sip of wine, but no one did him the favor of breaking the silence and bringing up a new topic. Finally, he sighed and relented. He feared that exposing his little white lies would lead to their first real argument.

"It was always trivial, nothing really important. Sometimes just rumors, or trivial problems of unimportant people who think their hero of the Fifth Crusade will solve everything for them. Like the situation with the gardeners. I… simply tried to prevent more and more being placed on your shoulders." He spoke very softly and seemed a little contrite, but not really remorseful.

"For my sake or out of concern that you might be neglected?"

"Both, probably."

"I still decide for myself what I put on my shoulders, Count Arendae." The salutation hit him like a whiplash; she had never called him that in a serious tone before. He nodded, but remained silent, waiting for her to continue. An apology would be pointless, she knew exactly that he didn't really regret keeping the informations from her. Instead of the next blow he expected, Tishlia said nothing. Instead, she climbed onto his lap, pressing his shoulders against the backrest and keeping her gaze fixed on him. "You're probably right. But don't do this to me, Dae. You should help me say no more often. And hell, tell me if you think we're not spending enough time together."

"That's easy, if you're by my side for less than 24 hours, I feel neglected." Smiling gently, he stroked her cheek, "I'll try to do better, I promise. But I'm not going to start remembering the names of the gardeners."

With a smile on her face, she leaned her head closer to his hand, never really able to be angry with him. "We'll just give the next ones numbers." To relieve any remaining tension, she kissed him tenderly before they moved on to the next course of the enjoyable dinner.

#one word prompts #tishlia x daeran #milvirvilan x jharsygax #'lies' was difficult and then I could not stop #they are not good at arguing #it was fun #i'm a bit tired #can no longer tell if I am correcting mistakes or writing new ones #next three will follow tomorrow #thanks for the ask!💕

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swagrum76 · 1 month

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How many rhyme's can I fit in here, This might be nonsensical, but it might make people smile from ear to ear, There's nothing here to fear,

Not even the bees, And the fact that they're trying to break your knees, Just don't back down, Keep going, I don't think you're a clown, Anyhow, may the rhyming begin, If you play Fortnite, you gotta win, And finish just in time to eat din-din, But even then, determination isn't rage, It isn't something that you can fit in a cage, And that is alright, Life can be tight, Just keep going, just try to do what's right, You're in the right spot, I don't think your life is going to rot, Productivity is inclusivity, Keep on going and showing them you aren't a bad person, Nothing can stop you, just keep trying, While the fish is cooking and the food is frying, While the dish is booking and the wood is lying, No matter what, Don't quit, Even if people spit, This life you have is lit, Anyhow, may the nonsense commence and begin, The bees will see you, They'll break your knees and get stuck like glue, Time to bring your Febreeze and pack a show, After all, it is in the fall, and you're on the ball, Run like Mewtwo at a shopping mall, Anyhow, the bees are coming, Run, Have fun, Try to get rid of them all you want, they'll stay here to haunt, You're being chased by bees who want to break your knees, Better spray Febreeze and chase through trees, Anyhow, you're not Walter White, You're just trying to do what is right, And now, Your situation is tight, Five dollar footlong is where we belong, From the fog, to the mog, and into Greg's sprog, Typos are everywhere, in the hair, and in clean underwear, Take some time to spare, Jeff Bezos is here, On the rocketship, Going to Mars to escape these Febreeze bees trying to break your knees, Insanity's kicking in like some better cheese, Have some patience please, Slow down, don't trip, And as the papers rip, You step aboard your delusion, To make this illusion, It's all in your head, Go to bed or bake some bread, Sans isn't a slacker anymore, Get ready to fight, he will bust down your door, This matrix is amazing, Much like an onion or chicken wing, Ring-a-ding ringadaing, Bambi is dead, Left them on read, And now, you too, shall become bread

#nonsense poem #nonsense #make #made #bread #wow

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zevfern · 10 months

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Some more of my M!Byleth (named Rorann in my playthroughs) headcanons. This time, I'm sharing ones from my Silver Snow route:

In this timeline, Rorann is grumpier than his counterparts in the other 3 timelines, so at times he can be quite blunt with his students, even though he's always willing to help them. This Rorann then connects with a different crop of students than the two previous Roranns, such as Linhardt, Lysithea, and Felix. Felix in particular becomes Rorann's favorite student, as his no nonsense approach to swordplay is very similar to his own, and he appreciates his brutal honesty. As for Felix, he believes that Rorann embodies an ideal he seeks to follow: fighting for the living, not the dead. His defection from the Blue Lions, and return to Garreg Mach to join the Resistance Army, is one of the key factors in the Army's defeat of Adrestria in Enbarr.

(Why yes, I do like recruiting Felix in non-BL routes. While there is a ton of added angst in his Monastery conversations post-timeskip, I think it's still consistent with his character: Felix seeks to fight with real purpose, and you can help him find that purpose whether with his homeland and childhood friends, or not.)

Some days after their canonical C support, Rorann invites Manuela out to dinner. Despite thinking it's out of pity for the other night's incident, Manuela accepts. The two enjoy their time out, and plan more dates. On one of those dates, the two have a heart to heart over a bottle of wine where both admit their faults, with the two both fearing they'll end up alone due their reputations; Manuela as an unkempt hot mess, and Rorann as an emotionless killer. The two end up in the same bed that night, cautiously optimistic about each other. Rorann and Manuela's burgeoning relationship brings the Black Eagles and the Golden Deer classes together, especially in the aftermath of Manuela's stabbing, where Rorann takes over classes for the two houses for the month leading up to the Battle of the Eagle and Lion. By the time of the Establishment Ball, the two are nearly inseparable. Jeralt for his part is pleased his son's found someone to keep him company, though he unfortunately does not get to live to see the wedding.

(because both Rorann and Manuela are adults pre-timeskip, I don't think they need to wait for the post-timeskip period to be a couple. The only thing that they would need to wait for would be the ring, for both in canon and headcanon reasons. The headcanon reason is because Rorann hesitates to propose before the Battle of Garreg Mach, therefore leaving the poor songstress wondering "what if?" for 5 long years. Manuela finally gets that proposal when they reunite.)

Edelgard is a mystery to Rorann. The aloof, often unemotional princess appears to him to be what some believe he to be, but as the year progresses, he sees cracks in her facade, and attempts to further open them. Edie for her part slowly begins to confide in Rorann, sharing the story of her imprisonment, the deaths of her siblings, and her second Crest. Professor and student reach out to each other, only for misunderstandings and outbursts to undue the progress the two make (such as during the Remire Tragedy, or after Jeralt's murder). After she reveals herself as the Flame Emperor, allied with his father's murderers, Rorann wonders whether Edelgard really wanted to connect with him, win him over to her cause, or if she was only trying to assuage her guilt by association. He does not hesitate to stand against her both in the Holy Tomb and at their reunion 5 years after the fall of the Monastery.

(Unlike most of her detractors on the internet, I don't see any sort of "waifu" treatment watering down who Edelgard is: a stoic, willful but sometimes conflicted young woman who knows her path will bring death and yet also feels like she must walk it in order to [in her eyes] save the world from those that would control it. I really liked how you could lose support points with her if you reached a conclusion she didn't want you to reach, or if you reacted with the same disgust she did to the Tragedy of Remire, it made interacting with her unique compared to the other two lords. I may not like who she is, but she's a fantastic character, one of my favorite anti-villains. Her being an anti-villain is something I'll expand on in my CF headcanons.)

After the Holy Tomb Incident, nearly the entirety of the Garreg Mach student body rallies around Rorann, promising to fight the Empire's forces and protect the monastery. Rorann is touched, and is moved to tears when they return to join the Resistance Army. While he never doubted the Black Eagles (including recruits), he never expected to have such an impact on the other student's lives to have them return and pledge themselves to him. This bolstering of Church/Resistance forces proves crucial in their success, and they even add to their ranks as the campaign marches on.

(In my opinion, Silver Snow is the route where recruiting nearly everyone works best for the storyline. I recruited most of the units I hadn't recruited yet after the Holy Tomb Incident, with the only exceptions being Sylvain and Hilda.)

Rorann is of two minds regarding Rhea: he thinks she's a kind woman who cares for those under the Church of Seiros. On the other hand, he also thinks she can be ruthless and callous, especially after the killing of Matthias. He understands why his father Jeralt would run away with him after his mother's death, as well as seeing his newborn son's condition. When Rorann finally gets the truth out of Rhea, he doesn't have much time to process it before she goes berserk. He will later admit to regret killing her, as he never got to come to terms with her or his origin while she was living.

(I don't hate Rhea, but I think her single minded pursuit of her mother's resurrection meant she had blinders on to anything happening outside of the Church of Seiros. Maybe if she had moved on she may have been able to further help Fodlan develop, as well as prevent the various tragedies that set the plot of the game in motion. Seiros died for her sins.)

Notable Endcards/Pairings from my Silver Snow run:

Rorann/Manuela (the only M!Byleth endcard I got through gameplay that mentions him having kids. Manuela's incredible, managing to juggle being a queen, royal doctor and mother!)

Felix/Bernadetta (this route was where I first saw their supports, and I fell so in love with this ship to the point where I started reading fanfiction. Some of the Felibern fics I've enjoyed include A Tough Nut to Crack, the Varley Files, Castle of Solitude, and I Fought The War [But The War Won])

Ferdinand/Mercedes (because apparently I only like rarepairs for Ferdie. It doesn't help that all of his rarepairs are so good)

Dorothea/Linhardt (I like how she pushes Lin to keep his noble status when he usually discards it post-game)

Petra/Caspar (enemies to lovers, except the enemies were their parents and they're the lovers)

Alois, unpaired (good to have him around as the new Captain of the Knights of Seiros)

Leonie/Raphael (contrary to what their endcard says, they stay on as Knights of Seiros under Rorann)

Marianne/Lorenz (not that big of a fan, but I didn't want either to stay single ;-;)

Flayn/Ignatz (disappointed that it's relatively platonic, I think they had something going in that A support)

A couple of repeats from my other runs (Ashe/Annette, Ingrid/Seteth because I didn't recruit Sylvain, single Lysithea)

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roldanrabbit · 10 months

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SnK AU Part 1/???

Yes. I did it.

SnK is one of my favorite animes and the one that left me with the most trauma, so I couldn't give up the idea of making an AU out of it.

It's one of the most emblematic, along with the one from Pacific AU (Harry Potter) so I thought it would be a good idea for it to be the first.

In this AU Eva is Levi's sister (he's my favorite character, ok?). The truth is that always seemed to me that Levi's story was overwhelmingly sad and horrible full of trauma from beginning to end and I wanted to bring at least a little joy to his world with Eva.

The story is in general the same. Eva would be 2 years younger than Levi, she is the daughter of Kuchel and a soldier who has been a client of Kuchel.

When Kuchel dies and Kenny comes, Eva would be young, terribly young (I emphasize, she is 2 years younger than Levi) poor kid, honestly

Kenny ends up teaching them both how to survive and when he's sure they'll survive, he leaves them to fend for themselves.

Eva is smart enough to survive in the underground. However, there are several points to clarify in this regard.

Eva's traumatic gift.

Eva is pretty blind, I'm not talking about completely blind, but she wears glasses and she really needs them, Kenny cared enough to threaten some craftsman and have them make the girl a pair of glasses, but little else, it's bad enough. Eva manages to develop something to supplant the incredible need to see clearly: ultra-instinct hearing.

It sounds wow, it's wow, it's trauma.

Eva has a terrible fear of abandonment because of Kenny, as the insistent assertions of Eva's burden to Levi if her eyesight got any worse were horrible for a little girl's psyche.

Once, in one of the many times that Kenny, like the responsible guy that he clearly is'nt, took the kids to a black market place in the subway, the following situation developed:

Kenny, Eva and Levi entered a rather gloomy place. A tall and somewhat old woman, she looked at nothing, towards the front, practically without moving or making any gesture, she spoke

"Hmm, you've come back through the Sina sewers, how pathetic..."

Eva was pretty scared, Levi was holding her hand, both of them protecting each other, two scared little kids in the lion's den.

Kenny smiled

"Ahh, nonsense, I'm just passing through... Can't you see?"

A dagger flew, close to her ear, cutting a few strands of hair.

"I'm blind and I could still kill you. Get the hell out Kenny. You're not welcome here."

"Tsk"

The woman with the lost gaze remained unperturbed on the other side of the counter.

"Don't try to take anything that doesn't belong to you, I'll listen to you"

Eva was impressed, the woman was scary but... But she could see you without seeing, that's even possible?

When they were away from there, Eva tugged at Kenny's sleeve to get his attention.

"Kenny, was that woman blind?"

"Yes, brat. That old lady has tricks up her sleeve."

"She could see you... How could she see you if she was blind?"

"Stop asking stupid questions kid, I don't know"

The conversation died there, however Eva was curious about it.

Maybe... maybe she could do that too

to be continue...

#incorrect snk #snk levi #snk fanfiction #snk #sketch #alternate universe #kenny ackerman #kuchel ackerman #levi ackerman #aot #snk erwin

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karama9 · 2 years

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Zelda Fic Extract

I've been writing scenes on a story I'm working on, and in some cases I'm not sure they'll make it to the final cut, or I just want to share them early. They're not spoilery, just conversations between my Link and my Zelda.

Context for this one: my story takes place in the fallen hero timeline, at a time where Hyrule is aware of a lot of its history and has figured out there's some kind of curse on the land causing a great evil to appear now and again, but that the Hero will be reborn to fight it when it does, assisted by a princess of the Royal Hylia Bloodline. So, they came up with a mechanism to find the hero before he's actually called to action and in this case, found him when he was 8. He's not Hylian and he's a third generation immigrant, very visibly so because he's part of a rather small minority of black round eared Hyrulians. This, along with the princess having been (mis)identified as a prince at birth (and therefore thought to be safe from being a princess of destiny) has led to questions on the accuracy of the pendant meant to identify the hero, even for said hero himself.

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Past trauma

“Do you ever doubt?” Zelda asked. “That maybe it is just Farore that likes you and you’re not the Chosen Hero reborn? That maybe the sword is not that exclusive after all?”

“Used to,” Link admitted. “Especially at first. I mean, the rational part of me knew the pendant flying back at me was a sign if anybody ever saw one, but yeah, there was room there to think maybe I was just the kind of person Farore likes.”

“But not anymore. What convinced you?”

Link sighed. “Even though my parents ordered me not to, I did a past life recollection ceremony a bit less than a year later.”

Zelda’s eyes widened. Those, as much as they sounded like superstition and nonsense, were known to sometimes work, and never to good effect. The only recollection people seemed to be able to relive were intense ones, usually bad ones. “What did you see?” she asked.

“Lots,” he said. “None of it pleasant. I came to because my dad dumped cold water on me: he found me screaming. The worst bit was guards attacking me because they were tricked by Ganon’s puppet. It was super clear in my head at the time, and... it was them or me. I had to kill them or everyone, them included, were doomed. There were a lot of monsters and scary places too, but...” he shuddered. “I knew them. Back in that lifetime. Most of them by name as friends of my uncle, as extended family. And I had to kill them because Ganon’s puppet was controlling them and they were trying very hard to kill me.” He sighed. “You remember that part of the story too, don’t you? From books, and legends?”

Zelda nodded. It was a well known aspect of the stories about the Hero of Legends. She also knew a much lesser known fact, one the Royal Family didn’t like circulating for fear it might create a resurgence of Triforce Greed, but that Link needed to know. “He saved them after.”

Link’s eyebrows shot up. “He... what? How?”

“After defeating Ganon in the Dark World, the Hero of Legends acquired the triforce and made a wish," Zelda recited. "Because he possessed all three of the Golden Goddesses’ virtues, the wish was granted exactly rather than partly like what Ganon experienced.”

“He made a wish? An actual wish on the triforce and it was granted? Why is THAT not in any history?”

“Because it was quite the wish,” Zelda said with a sigh. “The royal records show that he found himself unable to decide on a wish. He wanted to save the dead maidens...”

“They were DEAD? But the princess had descendants! Including you!”

Zelda nodded. “He wanted to bring the uncle who raised him back to life, he wanted to bring all the bystanders back and erase their hurt and their losses, he wanted the Sacred Realm purified, he wanted the princess in particular to be alive again, as well as her father the king, and he wanted all the guards he killed to be alive again and to forgive him. He wanted all of this so badly that he couldn’t choose and yet he could hardly miss the opportunity to be granted at least some of it. He ended up wishing that everything would go back to exactly how it was before Ganon gained the triforce. It was not a deliberate actual wish, he never dreamed he could make one so all encompassing. But the triforce granted it.”

Link did not respond for a moment, lost in thoughts.

“I thought you should know, since his having to kill the guards is such an upsetting memory.”

“He literally wished for the world to be reset to a particular point, just to himself because he couldn’t choose a proper wish, and the triforce just did it?”

Zelda nodded. “It’s the clearest and most shocking record we have of the Triforce’s absolute power. This part of history is kept secret because...” she trailed off, not sure how to phrase it so Link would understand the necessity of it.

“Well of course it is!” Link exclaimed. “The whole thing with that same Hero started because a lot of people were desperate to claim the triforce for themselves and literally broke in the Sacred Realm in search of it, and proceeded to fight each other there! And half the time some evil shows up it’s after it too! If word got out that it’s even more powerful than most people imagine... I’m not saying people are evil in general, but people can do bad things. There’s no way any good would come of it. Not everyone would try to find it, but enough would, and be determined enough about it, to make a lot of trouble and cause a lot of pain along the way. And if they found it... well, there’s your next cursed age. Complete repeat of history, except maybe even worse because chances are people back then didn’t know HOW powerful it was.”

#Zelda fanfic #writing #OC Link #OC Zelda #POC Link #Transgender Zelda #Link to the Past reference

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enlightenedrobot · 3 years

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On Shame

Alright, I'm writing this off the cuff. No outline, only the mildest idea of where I wanna go with this, but I'd like to talk a bit about myself for a moment.

Earlier today, Lindsay put out a video titles mask off, where she basically addresses various accusations put up against her in bad faith. I don't want to talk too much about her, but I do have to mention that I largely agree with her and kinda sorta share her frustration with the culture created by Social Media.

Anyways... at about 1:20:00 in a video, Lindsay Ellis starts talking about how bizarre it is that we have so many campaigns against minor left-leaning barely celebs while actual racists somehow manage to keep their platforms.

"Are there not enough out and proud racists that you feel the need to unmask the My Little Pony Youtuber?"

"Because you can't impact people who are actually doing your community harm, you can't shame the shameless... So you shame those who can't be shamed those who can be shamed. And if you call one of us bigoted enough times, people will start to believe it. And then you can feel like you solved racism by spreading lies about a person you have never met, and never will, and was doing you and your community no harm. Well done."

That... resonates with me.

You guys don't know it... but I've been falling off my social media game. I had an ongoing blog, I shared my opinions and hot takes, and every now and then I'd make a post that would take off. I never became an influencer, or even necessarily even popular, but I had a thing going on that I was proud of.

And even better, it's how I was teaching myself to write. The word "writer" is literally in my bio.

For a lot of this last year, I've been trying to find out why I fell off. Why it's so much harder for me to write down my thoughts and post them. and thanks to Lindsay, I think I finally figured out why.

I'm a coward. I'm terrified of better-than-though social justice gatekeepers who will pick apart every little thing you say to find some sort of hidden racism. They'll call you out for liking and relating to a black character in a cartoon created by a black man because that character "isn't black enough", or refer to a post I make about a Hip Hop artist I happen to really like as "white-nonsense".

Here's the thing. I'm not white.

I'm also not straight or cis or able-bodied. I would not consider myself among the most oppressed people in the world... but dear god, it's not a contest and I'm sick of pretending that I'm not a victim.

I'm so scared of this mob of people who just don't matter, that I'm letting them literally silence me. Keep in mind, these are the same people who are always "Elevate POC voices" and "don't let white people silence you."

If you people really want to elevate POC voices, then you have to realize that also means recognizing POC as people. We're not some monolith shouting racism at Disney movies, we're individuals of different backgrounds and cultures and thoughts.

And yes, we do have shared experiences. To be a member of any culture means you'll inevitably come across situations where you experience similar microaggressions or are harmed by the same institutions you guys have to realize... I can't talk for anyone other than myself.

Anyways, The entire situation wind Lindsay Ellis apparently started with this tweet:

For whatever reason, people thought Lindsay was negatively comparing Raya to Avatar, and by extension she was also implying that Southeast Asians were the same as East Asians.

She wasn't, she explains her POV in her video, and frankly... I kind of agree with her.

And look... I'm literally Filipino. Raya the Last Dragon is my representation, and like literally everybody else who saw the trailer when it first came out, my thoughts were "Oh. So Disney's doing Avatar now."

I bring this up because... wow was this a weird situation to follow. Lindsay posts a very luke-warm take on twitter, gets cancelled, and deletes her account, all the while people are making claims that Raya the Last Dragon is some kind of pinnacle of Southeast Asian representation, and that somehow, her lukewarm, often repeated take on a Disney Movie, a take which I, an actual Southeast Asian, happen to share... that's what's silencing us?

Like... the people stopping us from speaking up isn't some milk toast breadtuber.

I'm confident people will disagree with me, but I've never been victimized by Lindsay Ellis or her peers. If anything, I just get more excited to voice my own opinions. She's just out there doing her thing on Twitter and Youtube, and if I had any sense, I'd be trying to pursue my own thing.

And let's be real here, the reason why I stopped pursuing my own thing is the same reason Lindsey was canceled in the first place. We're scared of being shamed.

I don't even have the same hatedom Lindsey does, and I'm still scared of it. Even after I post this editorial, that fear's going to continue to linger. I'm worried that people are gonna read this entire thing and start calling me a Lindsay Ellis simp or whitewashed or whatever bullshit racist nonsense they're gonna project onto me.

But if I ever want to continue living my life, producing the content I want to make, writing the posts I want to write, then I'm gonna take a page out of Lindsay's book.

Shame is cancelled. I have no brand. All that's left is me.

#Lindsay Ellis #Racism #Twitter #Tumblr #Editorial #opinion #hot take #cancel culture #breadtube #contrapoints #jenny nicholson

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some-messed-up-writing-for-you · 3 years

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Hero is young compared to Supervillain. Supervillain can tell Hero is getting depressed and overwhelmed so they send their druggie/fuck up of a son, Villain, to fuck with Hero. Villain gets Hero to drink, smoke pot, etc and they wind up sleeping together which causes Hero to latch onto Villain. Villain doesn't feel here or there about Hero; They'll take the companionship, but they're dealing with their own shit so this is just a way to distract themself.

Request #15

Warning: nsfw, dub-con, alcohol & drug intake, manipulation.

A bit of a more complex one, but fun nonetheless!

Enjoy! [:

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Hero heaved out a tired sigh as the thugs they had just stopped a few minutes ago got taken away by the police. They collapsed down into a sitting position, legs hanging off the side of the rooftop they were on. The hero stifled a yawn and rubbed at their sore eyes, dark circles hiding beneath their mask. As they watched the city's artificial lights mix with the moonlight's glow, their mind began to wander to places they did not want to visit but really couldn't stop themself from exploring.

At the same time, on top of a nearby building, two figures cloaked in the darkness observed as Hero got lost in their thoughts.

"Damn, I can't even see their face, and this bitch still looks depressed as fuck." - Villain muttered, their own mind tired but still much more 'collected' than the hero's. Their comment earned them a look from their superior, Supervillain.

"Just go and get the job done." - the older criminal ordered, a dark hint to their voice. The villain silently stood there for a moment before giving them a small shrug and moving towards the rooftop's edge.

"You got it, pops." - they responded in a monotone voice and jumped towards the next building. Villain moved from one rooftop to another, their footsteps silent, undetectable, deadly.

"If only all that skill had gone to someone less pathetic." - the supervillain thought bitterly and then retreated out of sight, disappearing amidst the shadows.

Hero, still unaware of the presence standing right behind them, quietly mumbled to themself, "...Why the hell did I pick this job...?"

"I dunno, 'cause you're a dumbass?" - the villain answered from behind the hero, startling them and nearly making them fall off the edge. They hurriedly got up into a fighting stance, ready to defend themself.

Villain only snorted in amusement, walking to the edge and sitting next to where Hero had been just a moment ago. They patted the ground next to them, inviting the hero to sit, "How's about we talk instead, ay?"

With a small grin, they added, "You look like you could use a break."

"..."

Hero, very much convinced this was some sort of trick, continued to stand there, ready for combat. The villain's grin left their face, and they turned their gaze to the city below. "Alright then, guess I'll just do the talking."

"..."

"So, like I was saying. You're a dumbass."

"..."

"Like, come on, man, you think you can just keep up this little heroic act forever?"

"Yes." - Hero finally answered through gritted teeth.

"Oh! So you can talk after all! You're still lying to yourself, though." - Villain said, a stupid smile on their face that infuriated the other to no end. It upset them because the criminal was right. And Hero hated that fact so much.

Deciding to keep up their lies, the hero responded, "I'm doing perfectly fine, thank you very much."

"Yeah, 'cause sulking all by yourself on a random rooftop in the middle of the night sounds so healthy." - Villain pressed, pissing Hero off even more, their body slowly shaking with anger.

"Ugh! Just what do you want?!" - they exclaimed, glaring at their enemy. They didn't have time for this! They- They didn't want to deal with this... They knew just how miserable they were... they didn't need a reminder...

"I just wanna help ya out." - the villain answered, giving the hero an oddly convincing look. There was pity in their eyes, but also... understanding?

Gah! No, that makes no sense! What could... Villain possibly know...

"You want to... help me...?"

"Yup!"

"...Why?"

Villain silently looked at them for a moment before their eyes went to the city lights once more. "Everybody needs a break from their own mind's bullshit every once in a while, no?" - They quietly asked.

Hero was unsure of how to respond, doubt creeping into their thoughts. Should they trust them? Perhaps... just one time wouldn't hurt? Before they could answer, however, the villain stood and offered them their hand, catching them off guard again. "Come on. You could use a distraction."

"And so could I..." - Villain thought, as they watched the hero internally battle themself, considering their options. After what felt like an eternity of silence, Hero relaxed their stance and, with a small sigh, slowly approached the villain and took their hand.

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"This is where you live?" - Hero questioned, a bit astonished at the state of the apartment the villain had taken them to. While the place was a decent size, it was an absolute mess. Dirty laundry and trash were scattered everywhere; it smelled about as good as it looked.

"Then again... who am I to judge...?" - the hero thought bitterly, remembering that their own home wasn't looking that much better.

"Lovely little place I got, ay?" - Villain responded, dropping themself onto a big gross couch. What were all those stains from exactly? Hero decided they didn't need to nor want to know and sat next to them.

"Uh... yeah. So, what exactly are we here for?" - the hero asked, looking to the villain. The other merely scooted to the edge of the couch and pushed some trash aside, revealing a cooler. They pulled out two beers from it, handing one to their nemesis.

Before Hero could say anything, Villain, seemingly out of nowhere, pulled out a bottle opener and cracked both their drinks open. The villain immediately took a swig while the hero sat there for a moment, staring at their own bottle silently before thinking, "Oh, fuck it." and chugging nearly half of it.

"Ay! There ya go, Hero!" - Villain grinned, giving them a rough but friendly pat on the shoulder. Hero couldn't help but smirk a little themself. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad?

And then Villain pulled out a bag of some questionable powder.

The hero looked at them skeptically, taking another swig of their drink to cool their nerves. Their hesitance didn't go unnoticed by the other, who gave them an even wider grin. "Have you ever tried it?"

"Well.. no..." - Hero answered, the alcohol slowly getting to their system. God, why were they such a lightweight?

"Then don't knock it." - Villain continued, dumping the powder onto the table in front of the two, arranging it into neat little lines. The hero watched intently as the other leaned down and took one of the lines, inhaling it through their nose.

Hero set their beer aside and did their best to copy them.

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A few hours have passed. Both Hero and Villain were now waisted the fuck out of their minds, barely comprehending any of their actions. The two were leaning against each other, blabbering some nonsense that made them giggle.

The villain's hands suddenly found their way to the other's chest, lightly trailing up and down it. "Say, Hero, wanna make this even more fun?"

"How??" - the hero slurred as Villain got up and dragged them along to another room. The two managed to stumble their way into the criminal's bedroom, Hero landing on the bed with the villain right on top of them.

"Oh..." - they started, their hands wandering across their enemy's body seemingly on their own. "Alright." - they said, and Villain dragged them into a sloppy kiss.

Very quickly, both of them freed themself of their clothing, throwing it aside and letting it get lost in the endless sea of trash that was Villain's apartment. Their skin met and felt perfect against one another. Hands were roaming all over, memorizing each other's bodies, finding all the right spots to touch that drew sounds from them.

As their lips parted for air, they both groaned as their hips ground together, the friction rising pleasure in them. Hero wrapped their limbs around the villain's body, holding onto them as they slid into the hero.

Their mouths met again, moans becoming muffled, the sound of the bed creaking in rhythm with Villain's thrusts filled their ears. As their enemy hit the right spot, Hero's fingernails dug into their shoulders, their back arching into them as the other sped up.

It didn't take long for both their breathing to grow unsteady. Their thrusts and movements turning chaotic and sloppy as they neared their orgasms. The villain's name slipping past Hero's lips as their muscles clenched tight and flexed, Villain reaching their own finish in nearly perfect sync with them.

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Days went by, then weeks, then months. Criminal activity has been on a clear rise, civilians growing fearful and demanding to know why the hero was letting it happen, demanding that they do something, but their 'hero' was long gone now.

All this time, Hero had been meeting up with Villain more and more. They thought it would just be a one-time thing, but it had evolved into so much more. At first, it was just once a week or two... Then once every couple of days... And now...?

Now the hero was glued to the other's hip; they saw them every day, getting waisted beyond belief, getting lost in careless pleasure. People were dying, but Hero didn't care. Villains were winning, but Hero didn't care. They couldn't bring themself to care anymore...

Villain, meanwhile, was doing a bit better than them. They were glad to have a solid distraction for once. It felt nice to have company, to have someone else they could be miserable and ruined with every day of their existence.

Still, outside of that, though, the villain didn't care much. If Hero got hurt, then they could deal with it on their own, and if they died...?

Well, then they died, and Villain would have to find a replacement.

Just like they always did...

#hero x villain #villain x hero #writing #writeblr #villain #hero #prompt #writing prompt #request #request prompts #prompt request #short story

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cheekygreenty · 3 years

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Little Witch - Part 8

The Darkling x Reader

'Are you busy?' You had taken to looking for Aleksander to entertain yourself. You had already done the usual routine for the day and were bored. You had been intending to speak with him for a while but he always seemed to be busy when you asked for him. You had an inkling he knew what you wanted but was scared to approach the topic. Your wandering around the Palace and acting like a leader surely hadn't gone unnoticed by him.

You finally found him in the courtyard hopping off of his horse, looking as regal and handsome as always. The way he stood while talking to his stable boy gave you a clear view of the embroidery on the back of his kefta. The weaves of black shadows seemed to have grown since the last time you had such a close look. Magnificent

'I think I can find a moment out of my day for you' He briefly took your hand in his and lightly traced your knuckles with his thumb in a soothing manner. He always does this.

'Fantastic, I've been meaning to thank you for welcoming me back into the Palace, I feel I owe you big time.' Butter him up first.

'Nonsense, this is as much your home as it is mine' He said and started to walk towards the entrance.

'Well, in that case, is it possible for me to take up my old position?'

You studied his face while a knowing smile replaced his emotionless expression. He didn't look in the least surprised.

'How long have you been waiting to ask me that?' You couldn't help but laugh. I knew he knew.

'I have nothing else to do. I can't just sit and pamper myself for the rest of my life as lovely as that sounds.'

'Do you think you're up for it? It has been a while since you commanded an army.'

You'd be surprised. You were about to give him all the reasons you were even more suited now but he abruptly stopped and looked deep into your eyes, catching you off guard. He looked at you with longing and love. It suddenly rendered you speechless.

'So?' he quirked his head and wore that boyish smile that you loved so much.

'As a matter of fact, yes. If you wish, I'll even take over those boring council meetings with the King to prove myself.' He raised his eyebrows and let out a short hum.

'That does sound like a very advantageous proposition.'

'So I'm assuming that's a yes?'

'I shall think about it.' He looked away, away from your addicting stare and those beautiful eyes.

'Thank- what?'

Did I hear that right?

'You're going to think about giving me my own position back? I made it in the first place! It was made for me!' If anybody walked past the two of your right now, they would surely think you were about to rip his head off.

'A lot has changed since then Y/N' He attempted to walk away but you had other plans.

'Where do you think you're going? We're not done here!' You ran in front of him.

'Y/N I have business to attend to'

'So do I, and it's this' He let out an exasperated sigh.

'I said I'll think about it, I never said no'

'But you never said yes'

'I'll have to run it by the King and the rest of the council. How do you think they'll respond to me appointing a brand new Grisha as Deputy-General? A Grisha like you nonetheless, they’ve never heard of your kind'

There it was. A Grisha like me. He was scared.

'I'll talk to them myself then, maybe even tell him a story or two.' You were so enraged you considered going to the King right then and there. With a little pressure on his old heart, you would be sure to get his approval.

His demeanor suddenly changed. You were talking to the General now. Great, you thought he's talking to the Deputy-General.

'Don't you even dare.'

'You're not leaving me with much of a choice. I'll reduce this place to ash if you're not careful with your words, Aleksander' You went to turn and leave but he gripped your arm and he pulled you closer to him.

'You are so sure of yourself. Did all those years alone make you so arrogant, or were you always like this?' His words were like venom to your heart but fuel for your rage. You shook his hand off.

'That is very rich of you to say don't you think?' Your hands suddenly felt very fidgety and hot.

'Y/N I suggest you calm down before making threats to your General. You should be glad I haven't chained you thus far.' His own hands balled into fists as he restrained himself.

This was your last straw, with a loud whoosh, you sent a stream of fire his way to distract him while a nice gust of wind knocked him to his knees in front of you. You grasped his hands in yours and slowed his heartbeat, relaxing him. His eyes swirled with fear.

'Go on, send the shadows, I'll gladly take them' you said through your teeth.

Suddenly you saw movement out of the corner of your eye, oprichniki. Aleksander looked at them and shook his head. Ivan looked livid. Good for him.

You roughly let go and took a step back, disappointed that he didn't make a move.

'You better think quickly' You warned and walked off.

Suits him right.

******

Your chambers were trashed, the mirrors smashed and the bed overturned. Screams and shouts still echoed over the walls yet nobody came to check on you. The whole reason for your return was to take back your title, to be yourself again, and leave your nasty past behind you.

You swore you were better now, that you could control your impulses, that power wasn't a temptation anymore, but you were wrong. You undermined Aleksander today, embarrassed the General in front of his soldiers. But he didn't punish you. You always knew that wherever Aleksander was involved, your loss of control followed. You never understood why.

He got one thing right though, you needed to calm down. Your mind couldn't get over the feeling right before the guards came, the feeling of almost having his glorious shadows. Of almost having that part of him again. There it is again, the temptation of power. You shook your head to rid of the thought.

You had momentarily thought about taking Alina and some of her power, but quite frankly you didn't feel the need anymore. Shadows were your thing, you always had an air of darkness. So does he. You didn't fit the light, but she did.

Sleep wouldn't come to you, not even briefly. You stared at the damage of the room in the moonlight and thought back to the image of him on his knees in front of you, fearing evident in his eyes. He looked so good on his knees.

You shot up from the bed and yanked the door open, walking with a purpose, your rage having a strange effect on you. You needed him.

******

Aleksander sat at his desk, halfway through a bottle of whiskey. He couldn't stop thinking of what you did. How such a small thing had affected you and made you snap. Your eyes held darkness he had never seen before, not even in himself.

He hoped your intentions were pure, it was better than the reality he imagined in his head as you held an iron grip on his hands and slowed his heart. You looked hungry; ravenous for more.

There was a time when your power made him more attracted to you, you were his equal in his eyes. Together the two of you were unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with. But all of it changed when he seen how little you understood the power you had. Your powers were always ruled by your emotions and not by you. Today just proved to him that even after 98 years of practice, you were still a loose cannon.

He couldn't bring himself to use the shadows on you, not because you would've taken them, but because he didn't want to hurt you. For a split second, he was scared you would do something to him, but it was overpowered by the fear of what you could do to his life; turn it upside down and inside out. And he would let you.

He couldn't decide if he hated you for undermining him or whether he wanted you even more than he ever did. The tension between you two was always thick, but when he was on his knees in front of you, he couldn't help but think back to all the times he'd done it willingly, worshipping you at your feet. Rightfully so. You were a goddess in his eyes.

A door opening and shutting tore him away from his thoughts. He looked up and there you were, in nothing but a nightgown, flushed and breathing hard.

Part 9

ITS COMING sorry I’m making u wait but there’s nothing better than post-fight (literally) sex 😊😊😊

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transmasc-wizard · 3 years

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How do you plan your stories? Like characters, character dynamics, relationships, personalities, plot, storyline, etc etc??

!!! i'm a hardcore plotter & i love this question. it is however very complicated and will be very long. also i assume this is a "how do you do this, i would like Advice" type question so i'll both be describing my process and some little advice tidbits. Also usual disclaimer that i'm Just Some Guy on the internet and what i say might not work for you.

(oh also i have a post right here about plotting when you haven't before & my "plotting levels", which could be relevant?)

onwards!

CHARACTERS:

i have a post that describes my character-making process a bit here, but to half-quote: "I find their “life saying”, which is basically the saying they live by, & find what makes them break it. Then i find their motivations, deepest fear, biggest want, and some personality traits. Then i consider their nonsense vibes, sexuality, age (maybe) and gender, then let them run around in my head doing stupid shit until i know them. Then they get a name, and are gently lowered into the story and the chaos i have created." (i added the bolding so you can see the steps. Also these don't have to be in order but typically lowering-into-the-story is last and life saying is first.)

By "nonsense vibes", i mean random little things that make me think of them. Once again shamelessly stealing from myself, i gave angel's nonsense vibes as an example: "bowling alley carpeting shirt pattern. Eat the rich. Black and white snakes. Girls bite back. the devils are here. Bring a knife to a gunfight. Shiny pink aviators. Cinderella gone wrong. Pineapple pizza just to be contrary. A sign that reads 'con artist!' in glitter." yk? It helps me think of them as An Entity for some goddamn reason.

Also!!! letting them run around in my head is a VERY important part of the process!!! i currently have a "golden heists" character prancing around. i don't know her name but i know she hates cheese and stabs people. Most nights i fall asleep to little nonsense scenarios with my characters; they'll never happen in canon (whether it's because it wouldn't fit plot-wise or it's literally impossible such as wifi and GFS characters) but it helps me SO MUCH to let them just... exist. Like mental fanfic of your own work.

(I don't actually think up backstory as backstory? it's like plot to me. i'll explain that later though)

PERSONALITIES (under the cut so i don't clog dashes):

my personality process is... incredibly informal. I start with the first character i think up (they DONT have to end up being the MC), and pick a handful of traits. Let's use... serious, wry, observant, hypervigilant, & quiet. Similar personality traits tend to group together. (it is possible to have, say, a loud and serious character, but it's harder.)

So i have my first character, then i make a second that kind of mirrors that one--let's have a goofy, fun, easygoing, loud girl. LG (loud girl) and CH (cheese hater) are almost like foils. But how do i add a 3rd/4th/whatever character, you ask, if that's the way i make them? i take more traits that aren't being used (and some that are!!! it's always good to re-use traits, just not entire personalities). So i'll make a selfish, aloof, money-driven, analytical little bastard of indeterminable gender. AB (analytical bastard), LG and CH aren't going to be my only characters, but i think you get what i mean now. I then shove the three of them through my character making process.

CHARACTER DYNAMICS/RELATIONSHIPS:

so you have characters!! but how do they interact with each other? this is where personalities are really important to know. Think about your IRL friends & people who annoy you; why? why is your dynamic like that?

In Six of Crows (when possible, advice posts should reference published books, not just their own wips), Inej does not like violence. kaz, on the other hand, sees violence as a great tool to be used liberally. This fuels many of their interactions, because inej is fundamentally someone who wants to be a pacifist, and kaz is not.

in my wip, Golden Heists, it's clear that LG, CH, and AB are going to have areas where they get along and areas where they don't. LG is cheery and nice, so AB will probably be annoyed by that, but also use it to their advantage. Being aloof and being serious can be quite similar, so CH and AB will understand each other's dislike of pointless chatter or long conversations. however, CH will probably find AB's selfishness and drive for money a bit grating.

Also, think about how they're connected. Why do they know each other? Childhood bffs, co-workers, one saved the other's life... etc. And why do they stay around each other? they're forced to, they like each other's company, they need to work together on something, one is mentoring the other, etc.

If by "relationships" you meant romantic ones... sorry bud, i don't know what the fuck i'm doing, i'm aro as hell. I tend to create people who's dynamics are 'they're friends, yay' & then make them Smooch. But i think @she-who-fights-and-writes has something on that.

PLOTTING YOUR PLOT:

i have some basic steps: 1) daydream. 2) think "lol this would be cool" or "lol this would be FUCKED UP" about one daydream. 3) think "hmm.... story idea". 4) repeat steps 1, 2, and 3 with more specific situations in the story. Branch off from more and more daydreams until i have a bunch of little scene ideas. 5) start an outline--how i do that is in the post i linked wayyy up top. 6) do step 4 even more.

seriously, daydreaming is SO SO helpful. it's absolutely at least 80% of my plotting process--the other 20% is just writing it down as a bullet-point outline. Don't let anyone tell you that daydreaming is a useless part of your day. As a writer, it's incredibly valuable. (Also! write down your daydreams. i promise you're not going to remember that thing that's 'so cool, i'll definitely remember it in the morning...')

Also, since i usually think up complex characters before complex plot, (because i like characters best), a lot of my plotting is thinking "ok, i have these people and their personalities, and i have the basic things that kick the plot off/the basic big events. now what the fuck do these bastards do that gets us through the story?" I string it together like one big mess. And don't be afraid to plot out of order!! as long as you know roughly where things go by the end of outlining, you can leave wiggle room. (I don't even write in order, but that's a topic for another day.)

STORYLINES:

i assume this meant "plotting/planning/putting multiple storylines in one story at once". And it's a very important thing!!

Most stories have a main storyline and then subplots. In Maggie Stiefvater's Raven Cycle, the main plot is finding Glendower. Subplots include Adam getting away from his family, Henry and his backstory, Ronan and Cabeswater, Whelk and Czerny, and Maura in the cave thingy.

When juggling storylines, i suggest keeping some sort of chart or graph to make sure you're not giving a weird amount of time to a subplot that doesn't need it, or neglecting a plotline that needs attention. You don't want to focus on a subplot so long that people forget what the Actual Point of the book is. Also, make sure they're connected in some way. Whether it's an important aspect of the character's life, an off-shooting problem from the main problem, or something else, you want your subplots to still feel like the same book.

BONUS: you didn't ask about this, but backstory:

i do backstory kind of at the same time as plot & characters. Like... in the middle, but more with plot. Because to me, backstory is just "plot that happened before the book starts". I do it the same way--basic concept (for GH: someone Did A Crime), what characters did to influence it (didn't run fast enough, were arrested), daydream & come up with new shit (the crime was arson), repeat.

If anyone's read this far, i really hope something i said is helpful! again, i'm just Some Guy, and again, feel free to ignore what doesn't work. I tried to make the stuff like character dynamics applicable to drafting too, btw. Also, don't feel the need to plot Literally Everything if that's not what works for your brain! (And if anyone else has questions, i'm always open to answering!)

#asks #writblr asks #anon #planning #writing advice #outlines #outline #plotting #characters #character dynamics #long post #nico yells writing advice into the void #writblr #writeblr #i am. so tired #but i hope this is helpful

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Hi! I have a new Kylo Ren requests: after he turned back to Light and therefore became Ben Solo, he and his love start a new life on a distant planet (maybe Tatooine) where neither the Resistance or First Order can find them. They get married and start a family. I can imagine how happy Ben is when his wife tells him that he's going to be a dad and they'll be having twins ❤️❤️

A/N: hey love, how are you doing? I’m so glad you like the things I write for you, it means a lot to me.

I hope I was able to capture what you were hoping for and I’m also sorry that it took me this embarrassing long time to finish your request, I hope that the quality pays off for it. Anyways, hopefully you will like it as well as everyone who is taking their time to read this. Thank you all.

Warnings: a bit of angst, nothing too much, is basically just fluff.

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Ben watches the two suns rise up in the sky with a sense of peace spreading through his body, not too long ago he was stuck in a spaceship watching endless halls with the same colors, watching the Galaxy and never being able to know what time it was just by looking at it since the view was always dark, only with some stars to bright things up, bossing the same bucket faces around without even bothering to know their names, their age or anything at all that made it clear that those stormtroopers were alive, that way, it was easier to kill them in a tantrum or just because he was bored and had nothing left to do.

He still remembers the moment when he decided to leave Kylo Ren in the past, knowing that it was the only way to be able to feel alive again, able to breathe without fearing his past, his enemies and of course, fear losing y/n. The moment he first saw her in the interrogation chair, Ben felt something from his Jedi years coming back to him, he felt light strongly once more, he felt like she could give him something to live for, not to kill for as Snoke had given him. As the days passed and y/n joined him in the First Order, a new kind of worry started to haunt him, as Kylo he was always vulnerable to possible attacks, no matter how strong with the Force he was, there wasn’t a way to be sure that he could effectively protect y/n, the resistance kept on attacking whenever they could and even inside the Order, Kylo wasn’t completely sure that he could trust his subordinates.

And if that wasn’t reason enough to abandon that place of grief, pain and death, y/n kept on remembering him of who he truly was, of the light inside of him, that no matter how hard he tried to suppress kept on tearing him apart, begging for him to come home, to leave all that nonsense he had putting himself through on the past, to accept that Ben Solo would never really die and that this was for a bigger reason, that the Force had plans for him that could not be changed.

The decision was made slowly, it started to come to his head when he would lay by her side in the bed talking about their dreamt future, about how they would raise their kids freely, how they would be able to discover themselves without too much pressure or abandonment, how they would have domestic moments when they would cook, clean, sing, dance, shower together, how they would have a small garden where they would plant some herbs. At the time, Kylo had not really thought that he would have enough courage to leave the Order behind, but the realization he had that he would never be able to give y/n all the nice things she wanted and dreamt about as long as he was the Supreme Leader caused him too much pain. And of course y/n knew that too and despite wishing that someday he would leave it all behind with her, she also knew that as long as she was by his side, she would be right where she wanted to be, right where she belonged.

Little by little, Kylo started to be more confident in himself and also more aware that he didn’t belong in the First Order and that he had to do something about it and y/n had all to do with that growth. Every night, she would listen to him as he talked about his joys, fears and hopes, reassuring him that she would go wherever he wanted to go, she would also hold him tight when the memories of the years of abuse he had suffered came back to haunt him, remembering Kylo that he was loved, safe and in the arms of the woman he loved. It took five years since he got her back to make the call and he would never forget the way her eyes shone with happiness when he told her that he was ready to leave Kylo in the past.

It was tricky to get away, Ben knew that neither the Resistance or the First Order could be able to find them, and he also knew that he would have to live somewhere people didn’t really knew his face, after all, he had committed horrible crimes and terrified thousands of souls with his red saber, bringing death and destruction upon thousands all throughout the Galaxy. Y/n and him made an infallible plan, which they had studied over and over again, making sure that it didn’t have a single flaw. It happened during a night, he had sent most of the troops away and given the generals a lot of work as y/n got the tracker off one of the Order ships, which they would trade for an old ship in some deserted planet before escaping to Tatooine finally.

If he closes his eyes and thinks about that moment, Ben can still feel the way y/n’s arms hugged him when they finally made it to Tatooine, when they finally realized they were free from the past and ready to start over. He kneeled in front of her in that exact moment, the golden ring he had bought her two months before in his hand as he asked y/n if she wanted to spend the rest of her life loving him.

The start of their stay in Tatooine was hard, they didn’t know anyone and were still a bit scared to meet someone from the Order, the Resistance or anyone who could possibly ruin their cover ups. Y/n started to work first in a small bar, serving customers and getting a very low payment that was barely enough for them to pay the bills. Ben took a bit longer to become confident enough to work and he started helping in a mechanic shop about six months after they first arrived on the planet. Slowly, they built a life there, making some friends - not so many -, buying a house, starting to plant a small garden, getting a pet and rediscovering themselves as people who didn’t have to deal with the pressure of ruling a reign of terror.

Their marriage took place three years after they arrived, it was at their small house with some friends that were glad to join and watch the ceremony. That was the happiest day of Ben’s life, he cried through most of it, but there was no way he could keep it together as she walked into the living room holding some flowers from their garden and wearing a white dress she had bought just for the occasion - nothing too expensive, of course -.

“Ben?” he hears her hoarse voice coming from behind, she would always get scared when she woke up alone in their bed, fearing that the worst had happened.

He turns around quickly, taking in the sight of his wife, her bare feet on the sand, her hair a bit messy from sleep, but shining in the light of the suns, her beautiful smile adorning her features and her body covered in a pink pajama Ben had given her not too long ago.

“Sorry, love, I wasn’t able to sense you were waking up, I was remembering how we got here” he says truthfully with a kind smile to her, just her presence making him feel better than before as she always made him feel.

“It’s okay, darling” she replies before making her way to him, step by step getting closer. As she stands before him, she takes her hands to the side of his face, kissing his lips gently. Once she parts the kiss, her y/e/c eyes look directly into his. “I have the most wonderful news”.

“And what would that be?” Ben asks in a joking tone, ready to hear about her being able to cook some recipe she had been dying to cook for a while.

“We need room for two” y/n states.

“We need what?” he questions, his beautiful face showing confusion.

“We need to make room for the twins, darling”.

In this moment, he finally understands, their dream is finally ready to be complete.

He starts crying in the same moment, joy and excitement pumping through his veins. Ben doesn’t think twice before hugging y/n, holding her tightly into his big arms, whispering countless “I love you”s into her hair, feeling as her tears also fall onto his skin, feeling her happiness as if it was his own, their connection through the Force the strongest it had ever been. At this moment it is as if they are one.

There is nothing in the Galaxy that could take Ben away from their family - about to become larger - and away from their small home in Tatooine where they will grow old together, surely loving each other as hard as they ever have.

#adam driver #kylo ren #kylo x reader #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x you #kylo x you #star wars #ben solo x reader #ben solo x you #ben solo #request #lovinghufflepuffgirl

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