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watchmegetobsessed · 1 year

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AND THE GRAMMY GOES TO

A/N: this is literally just a little something i thought of upon seeinf this pic of Lizzo recording Harry lmao

WORD COUNT: 698

SUMMARY: The moment Harry wins another Grammy.

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“And the Grammy goes to…” Trevor Noah starts the big announcement as he opens the envelope and the whole room goes eerily quiet.

You have your eyes glued to the stage, you’ve forgotten about how uncomfortable your dress feels around your chest (note to yourself, corsets only look good, but they are straight from hell when you actually wear them). You’re holding your breath while both of your hands are gripping Harry’s underneath the table and his hold is just as tight, his palms sweating as you all wait for the winner’s name to be dropped.

You allow yourself to peek at him and you see his blank stare, but you know there’s a whole tornado behind it, his mind is probably racing faster than ever and you almost miss how he is anxiously kicking the foot of his chair as the silent moments tick by.

When you look back at the stage you see Trevor opening the envelope, but instead of saying what’s inside, he looks behind, as if he was searching for someone and when he steps over to the adorable old lady in the line behind him, you already know.

Harry won.

He won another Grammy.

“Har-Harry Styles!” the lady screams and you jump to your feet, unable to control your excitement any longer.

“Oh my God! Yes! Yes!” you scream and jump around, like a deranged football fan after her team just won. Everyone around is cheering and clapping and you look at Harry who has his face buried in his hands, his shoulders gently shaking.

“Baby, you won! I’m so proud of you!” You practically jump on top of him and he finally lifts his head, all his happiness reflecting from his eyes as he jumps to his feet and gathers you in his arms, squeezing you so tight that air gets knocked out of your lungs, but it’s okay, because you want to feel it all, you want to feel his pride and happiness in the moment he deserved so much.

“You did it, H! I’m so so so proud of you!” you bounce in his arms before he pulls back and his lips land on yours, probably for the first time ever at an event like this. There are thousands of people around you, but in that moment it’s just you and him, sharing this magical experience he earned.

When he lets go of you to accept more congratulations you keep jumping and clapping with your hands up in the air, screaming in happiness and then you spot Lizzo behind you, her phone in her hand as she records your reaction.

“He won! My man won another Grammy!” you scream into the camera, making her laugh before it’s her turn to hug the winner himself. You’re out of breath by the time Harry heads up to the stage and you have to fix your dress so you don’t flash on national TV.

“Oh my God, this is amazing,” Lizzo laughs next to you and peeking over her shoulder you see that she is watching the video back, you’re acting like you just lost your mind while Harry is just hugging everyone one after the other.

“Don’t you dare post that anywhere,” you warn her, but you already know from the look in her eyes that she won’t gatekeep this one.

“Oh babygirl, your birthday is coming up, right?” She laughs like a maniac as you gape at her, pretending to be shocked, but before you could say a word Harry’s voice is heard coming from the speakers.

He starts his totally random acceptance speech, rambling on about how thankful he is and how much this means to me, his gaze keeps flickering down at the award in his hands and you’ll never forget that smile that’s etched onto his face in that moment.

“...so, thank you so much and, erm…” he looks up, eyes swiping over the crowd before landing on you as he continues.” I wouldn’t be here without you.”

It seemed like he was addressing it to mostly his fans, but from the way his eyes were piercing into yours, you knew that it was meant only for you.

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lynxtheserval · 3 months

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So hey y'all. I died, but I got better hehehe HAAA!! (Clash of Clans / personal joke reference go brrrrr)

So anyway, I got sudden inspiration for a very specific scenario with a Yandere Subspace x Reader who tried to run away with a faulty Biograft

Idk man it just popped into my head LMAO

Anyway I might make a part two, depends on how this turns out!

Yandere Subspace X Reader who tried to run away with a faulty Biograft!

(TW: Needles, Drugging, Being held Forcefully, Murder, Yandere Shit, Maybe OOC Subspace, been a while since I've written)

“NO!” You shouted, unable to move. You struggled in the functioning Biografts grip.

You watched as Subspace, the man who claimed to love you, ripped away the life of the only thing you could call a friend.

His hands viciously ripped the circuits out of the defective Biograft, your friend. The person who was going to get you out of this terrible situation. The situation that was probably going to get a lot worse from here.

After letting out his rage on the poor Biograft, Subspace stayed still for a few, long moments. He then started to slowly get up from his seated position on top of the deceased Biograft. Once standing, he slowly looked over to where you were being held. His gas mask was slightly off of his face, to where you could see his deranged, half rotted smile. Unfortunately, he wasn't smiling with joy or excitement. He was smiling with pure rage. He was pissed, the most mad he's ever been with you. He started walking towards you with a face pace, speeding up with each step, until face to face with you. He stared at you, with those unhinged, pink eyes. Subspace then spoke.

“Oh.. my! It looks like you might be regretting your decision!!” he cupped your chin and tilted it to face him, forced to directly look him in the eyes.

You tried to struggle but the Biograft had too strong of a hold on you, Subspace was just watching with an amused expression.

“Sweetie… you know this Biograft is stronger than that pathetic one!” He looked over and angrily pointed at the diseased Biograft, the faulty one. The one who thought they could take you away from HIM. What an idiot! He really needs to work on the code, to make sure this never happens again.

Subspace looks back at you, frowning. He puts his gas mask back on, straightens it, and sighed.

“My love..” He started, but you interrupted him with a yell.

“WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!? WHY DO YOU WANT TO RUIN MY LIFE?! I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU!” You shouted, in complete rage, in complete agony. Tears started forming in your eyes, and soon fell down your face in a constant stream.

He looked at you, his eyes seemed enraged for a moment, then seemed calm. He put his hand over your mouth, stopping you from yelling any more.

“Y/N… you know I'm just doing this for your safety, correct?” He keeps saying that, always trying to convince you he's trying to help you, keep you safe. He then wiped some of the tears away from your cheeks, and ran his hand through your hair.

You couldn't do anything, struggling wouldn't help, so you just gave up. Subspace noticed this, how your body went limp in Biografts grip.

“Biograft, let her go. She's calm enough now!” he snapped at the bot. The Biograft released its hold on you, and you fell down into Subspace’s arms. He looked down at you, it seemed as if he was smiling. He sat down with you in his arms, taking you into a full hug.

He hummed a small tune, trying to calm you down further. Running his hands through your hair, he then spoke.

“Let's go back home, okay?” He paused, trying to figure out what to say next. “I know today has been rough for you, but you can't leave me. All I do.. it's for your own safety!! I know that faulty Biograft was important to you, but it would hurt you. It WAS hurting you!”

“But it-” You tried to speak, but he interrupted you with a “shh”.

“Darling, just relax now, okay? This might hurt a teeny tiny bit, but you'll wake up feeling all better!”

Before you could protest, he stabbed a needle into your arm, and within a few seconds, your vision went black.

As he stared at you in his arms, his glare came back. He looked back at the defective Biograft, wishing it could just come back to life, so he could kill it all over again. And again. And again.

He looked back at you, still glaring. How stupid of you, to think you could leave him, with a faulty Biograft helping you! No, never. He'll never let this happen again.

NEVER.

#phighting x reader #subspace x reader #yandere subspace #Yandere Subspace x Reader #x reader #having a goofy moment lmao #tw yandere #anyway have a good day

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g4yforethan · 9 months

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suffocation

pairing: ethan landry x male!reader

summary: reader and ethan are dating but suspicions arise if ethan is secretly a killer

warnings: cursing, violence!

after a terrifying and long night, you had survived your first ghostface attack. you had lost both of your best friends, anika and quinn, and you were devastated and in shock that you were now a target. after getting checked out by the police and ambulance, you were waiting outside of your apartment with mindy, tara, and chad. you tried calling ethan at least 5 times but there was no reply, soon, you see ethan come out from the crowd of people at the crime scene and chad charges at him. they argue and ethan walks up to you. “ethan where the fuck were you last night?!” you yell at him. “y/n, i had econ! i’m sorry for not calling you back.” he tries to hug you but you refuse. “you didn’t tell me you were going to econ last night. i don’t know who to trust now ethan.” he looks at you with desperation and trying to convince you that he was innocent but you kept your distance.

after a series of attacks that followed, the group decided that it was best to beat ghostface at his own game and meet in the theater. while boarding the train to the theater, you got separated from the group alongside ethan and mindy. mindy was already suspicious of ethan from the start and you were starting to feel the same way. once you three got on the train, ethan wanted you to be next to him. “y/n please stay next to me. i don’t want you to get hurt.” “ethan i don’t know whether to trust you or not right now!” “just please for right now. just stay next to me.” he gives you a kiss on the lips and holds you in his arm as the train reaches your destination. after a while, you looked up at him and saw him staring at mindy, eyeing her with the most menacing look on his face. you tried to shrug it off but you couldn’t. when the train had reached your stop, you look towards mindy and saw her in the back of the train bleeding and in pain. “oh my fucking god mindy! what the fuck happened?! somebody help us!” you and ethan grab onto mindy and race out of the train while paramedics come to help. “y/n you go to the theater, i’ll stay here with mindy. GO!” you give him a kiss and run out to the theater.

you get to the theater and find that the main entrance is locked. you go around the back end of the theater and find a door leading inside. as you walk in, you try to be cautious and quiet as possible in case ghostface was already there. as you make your way in, you start to hear screaming coming from one of the rooms, you find the source to see tara and sam in shock as two ghostfaces attack chad. stab after stab. "y/n, tara we have to go now!” sam yells at you both. as the three of you run to the main center of the theater, you are cornered by the two ghostfaces wielding the knife. out of nowhere, a gun shot goes off and the ghostaces are out of sight. kirby comes out and explains that she was shot but sam and tara weren’t buying it and neither were you. all of a sudden, detective bailey comes out with his gun aiming at kirby. out of nowhere, he shoots kirby and the two ghostfaces emerge from behind. “no fucking way. it’s you?” you stare in disbelief. “yeah of course it’s me. thought you would know better after what you did to us.” “us?!” you scream at him. the ghostace to his left begin to reveal who they are. it’s ethan.

“no no ethan i trusted you.” you start to cry as pain and betrayal fills your brain. he looks at you. that once innocent smile has turned into the most deranged stare. “it was easy y/n. pretend to fall in love with you just to get close to sam and tara. it was the perfect cover.” “so you were never in love with me? all of those times? it was just you using me for some sick fucked-up plan?!” tara tries to comfort you as you cry and cry. “listen we don’t have time for the lover betrayal storyline-” detective bailey shouts. “so who’s the ghostface next to you then huh? mindy? gale?!” tara cuts him off and yells. “well i was going to get there before you rudely interrupted me.” the ghostface takes off the mask. it’s quinn. “hey roomies. didn’t see that one coming did you?” “yeah because you died. there was blood all over you!” you’re in disbelief. how did she survive? “you see y/n all it takes is a little bit of fake blood and a good performance. thought you would know better mr. horror fanatic.” the trio begins to separate as detective bailey goes on a monologue and ethan and quinn threaten the three of you with their knives.

“you’re a killer. just like your father!” detective bailey shouts at sam. “NO IM NOT!” “yes you are you motherfucker. YOU KILLED OUR BROTHER!” the three of you look at each other in confusion. “you told us your brother died in a car accident.” ethan points at you. “no, no, no you sweet dumb thing. he died in woodsboro. at the hands of this dumb bitch in front of me.” you couldn’t believe ethan. all of this for his sick fucked-up brother who nearly killed your friends last year. “you all went through this much trouble trying to kill us for vengeance for a sick borderline pedo man-child?!” you scream at all of them not feeling threatened at all. “woah, you watch your mouth there baby boy.” “oh fuck you ethan!” he slices your arm with his knife and gives you a smile. quinn charges at sam but tara smacks her with a brick, tossing her to the ground. kirby shoots at ethan and bailey and they fall to the floor. the three of you run to the exit on the top floor. 10 feet away from the exit, you miss your step and fall.

“help me! sam! tara!” they try pulling you up but the blood on your hands makes it too slippery for them to pull you up. by this point, ethan was already up, desperate to catch you. “come down here y/n. i wanna know how it feels being inside of you.” “fuck you ethan!” “FUCK YOU!” he yells back at you. you can’t hold on any longer at this point. “sam. give me the knife.” she hands you the knife and you give her a menacing smile. you fall to the ground and ethan quickly stabs you in the side. “gotcha now pretty boy!” you scream and jab the knife into his mouth. he looks at you in disbelief and pain. you slowly move the knife further into his throat which makes him start to cry. “go burn in hell sick fuck!” you remove the knife and he falls back on the ground. he’s dead. you smile knowing that he’s gone but you start to feel the pain that he was once your sweet, cute boyfriend but that was all in your head. that’s the way you like to remember it.

author’s note: hi everyone! hope you enjoyed this story. please send requests of any other characters that you like me to do as my requests are open! thank you <33

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theresthesnitch · 1 year

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The Prank, of sorts

I wrote this ficlet about Remus being a wolf animagus last night, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about this. So here's a follow up scene.

“Well, if it isn’t Hogwart’s own secret monster.”

Remus sighed and dropped his head. “Do you need something, Snivellus?” He turned to face Snape behind him.

“What are you doing out of your dorm? Don’t you know it’s after curfew?”

Remus looked at him with a raised eyebrow, hands clenched in the pockets of his robes. “I’m a prefect, Sniv. I can be out after curfew, just like you.”

“Yes, how did you manage to pull that off?” Snape walked up to him, circling around Remus with a snarl on his lips. “Did you threaten to bite the headmaster if he didn’t give you the position?”

Remus sighed. “What do you want?”

Snape sneered and looked at Remus like he’d won some sort of advantage, here. “I know what you are, Lupin.”

“And what, exactly is that?” Remus asked, bored.

“Werewolf.” Snape hissed the words at Remus, like a snake coiled and ready to strike.

“You think so, do you?” Remus rolled his eyes, but suddenly, a thought occurred to him. It was devious. The best prank he’d ever played. “And what if you’re right?” Remus looked up and down the hall. They were alone.

Snape looked at him smugly. “I know I’m right.”

“Seems pretty dangerous to challenge a werewolf.” Remus took a step closer to him, a deranged smile on his face. “Awful brave of you.”

Snape narrowed his eyes, but took a step back. “What are you doing, Lupin?”

Remus’s smile only widened. “I’m just wondering what you would do if you met me in my wolf form.”

Snape scoffed. “I’m sure you're kept caged to protect the rest of us from you.” He took another step back.

Remus raised an eyebrow. “You’re sure? And what if you’re wrong?”

Remus took another step closer to Snape, his paw landing firmly on the stone floor of the Hogwarts corridor. He grinned broadly, baring every single one of his sharp teeth. He took slow, calculated steps toward Snape.

Snape scrambled backwards, hands pressed against the wall behind him as he tried desperately to get away. “But–but it’s not a full moon!”

Remus growled, snapping his jaws menacingly, but without intention. It had the desired effect. Snape turned and ran down the hallway. He glanced over his shoulder, and Remus could see the fear in his eyes.

After he disappeared, Remus transformed back. He couldn’t stop the laughter that had him rolling on the floor holding his sides.

***

Lily slid into the seat next to Remus at breakfast. She gave him a concerned look, and he steeled himself for bad news. “What’s up, Lily?”

“I just–I thought you should know.” She bit her lip and glanced across the room toward the Slytherin table. “Severus thinks you’re a werewolf.”

Remus rolled his eyes. “He’s been on about that for a while.”

Lily dropped her voice. “Yes, but now he’s telling everyone he saw you.”

Remus felt James, Sirius, and Peter all snap their heads toward him. He calmly picked up his tea and took a sip. “Oh? He thinks he saw a werewolf and somehow knew it was me?”

Lily tilted her head, like she was trying to keep everyone else from hearing the secret. “He said that he saw you in the hallway last night, and you turned into a wolf.”

His fellow marauders looked at him in confusion. Remus snorted. “Wait, so not only am I a werewolf, but I’m just freely roaming the halls of Hogwarts when I’m turned?” Remus stopped and turned his head like he was thinking. “Wait, was last night even the full moon?”

Lily sat back, considering. “I– I don’t know.”

Remus looked down the table toward Marlene, who was always tracking celestial movements for some Divination purpose. “Marls, was it a full moon yesterday?”

Marlene looked up and shook her head. “No, the full moon was a week ago. Why?”

Remus turned back to Lily. “I’m not sure what he saw, but if he thinks he saw a werewolf last night, he’s clearly not very good at Defense. Wasn’t it supposed to be one of his better subjects?”

Sirius laughed loudly across the table. “Looks like Sniv has finally snapped.”

“I hope he didn’t tell everyone.” James looked smug across the table. “That’d be awfully embarrassing to tell everyone you have proof of a werewolf when it’s only proof that you’re a nincompoop.”

Lily looked back across the great hall, where the Slytherins seemed to be laughing with a red-faced Snape sitting in the middle of their group. “Well, I– I don’t know.”

“You didn’t believe him, did you, Lily?” Remus tutted his tongue, turning back to his tea. “He’s got a bit of a vendetta for me. You should probably be careful what you believe.”

“Sorry, Remus. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Remus felt a little bad for his lie, but it was for the best. “Ah, Lily, it’s not on you. Sniv just needs to learn to keep his mouth shut.”

Lily turned back to her friends, and Remus took another sip of tea.

Sirius dropped his voice and leaned forward. “A wolf in the halls of Hogwarts, eh?”

Remus shrugged, barely concealing his smile behind his mug. “Wild, isn’t it? What a story.”

“Clever, really.” James took a bite of his toast. “If someone were a werewolf, and if a certain Slytherin was so insistent he knew the truth, he would be pretty discredited for saying he saw a werewolf in a building outside of a full moon.”

Remus smiled. “Well, wouldn’t that just be such a shame?”

#mpww era #animagus moony #remus lupin #marauders #snitchwrites

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kabie-whump · 2 months

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✧･ﾟRipe, About to Fall - Part 8 ✧･ﾟ

This is an 18+ slowish burn pet-whump story with added romance.

Title from ‘Liquid Smooth’ by Mitski

Series

First | Previous

Chapter Summary: Onthyes goes home. Ventis faces his punishment.

Chapter Content: Drug withdrawals, head injury, domestic abuse, character death mentions (Ventis still thinks Onthyes is dead), branding aftermath

Onthyes does not belong to me. He was created by my wonderful gf @sapphicccici and I have kidnapped him.

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“I know you’ve never been smart,” Onthyes’s father muttered, his fingers pinching his brow. “But fucking your boss’s pet? Are you deranged?”

Onthyes winced as his father’s physician dabbed at the wound on the back of his head with a damp cloth that smelled strongly of herbs and alcohol. Early morning light shone through the curtains, making a throbbing pressure grow behind his eyes. It had still been dark when he’d woken up in that alley with a head wound and stumbled back to his father’s place where he had to partake in the harrowing ordeal of telling the man what had happened.

His father seemed more concerned with the fact that Onthyes had lost his job and angered one of the most important men in the city than the fact that he was injured.

“I told you. We didn’t… do that. I never touched him.”

“No. You just decided to steal him away in the night. What were you going to do next? Sell him? Keep him for yourself?”

“You don’t understand, father. I was trying to help him. He was being abused. He wasn’t happy.”

“It was not your place to intervene.”

“I couldn’t just stand by-”

“Enough!”.

Onthyes’s mouth clamped shut.

“I need to start cleaning up the mess you made. Our reputation is salvageable, although you should lay low for a while. Get out of my sight.”

The physician finished cleaning and bandaging Onthyes’s head, and Onthyes found himself wandering into his bedroom. It had been years since he’d last slept in this room. It was just as tidy as he’d left it, and he could tell someone had dusted the furniture recently.

Onthyes sat down on the bed, rubbing his temples with a groan. The events of last night were fuzzy in his memory, but he remembered important little snippets.

Holding hands and sharing nervous smiles with Ventis as they snuck off into the night. A brush of cold lips against his. Then Athos. Always Athos.

Ventis was gone, surely back under Athos’s thumb, probably being punished. And Onthyes had to live with the knowledge that whatever Athos was doing to Ventis was his fault.

If only he could’ve just minded his own business. Played the part of a good house guard without getting distracted by the nearest pretty boy with sad eyes. If only he wasn’t bound by this stupid fucking hero complex.

“Onthyes?”

Onthyes looked up as his mother entered his bedroom, still looking just as young and graceful as she had the day he was born, unlike his father. His father bragged about her all the time; about how no matter how old he got she would always be the beautiful young elf on his arm. There was always resentment in her eyes when he said those things, but still she stayed.

She sat on the bed next to Onthyes and pulled him into a hug, his head on her chest. “It is so good to have you home,” she said into his curls. “But I heard about the circumstances of your return. Are you alright?”

“I’ve been better.”

“Let me see.”

Onthyes turned, sitting still and quiet while his mother pulled the bandages aside and examined his wound. Her fingers were warm when she touched it and whispered the familiar words of a healing spell. His headache receded.

“Your father tells me you tried to steal Athos Landleigh’s slave. Is that true?”

“Not steal,” Onthyes corrected. “Only objects can be stolen. I was trying to free him.”

His mother’s smile was full of warmth as he turned to face her again. “It was a brave thing to do. I am very proud of you.”

Onthyes shook his head. “I failed. Athos took him back. I probably made things much worse for him.”

His mother’s brow furrowed. “You’ve only failed if you’ve decided to give up. Are you giving up?”

“No.”

She laid a hand on his cheek. “That’s my little hero.”

✧･ﾟ Ventis’s POV ✧･ﾟ

Ventis rarely dreamed but he did that night. Onthyes’s face. Onthyes’s hands. Onthyes’s lips.

Onthyes was the first thing on his mind when he woke the morning after his failed escape attempt. Ventis had kissed him. He didn’t know why he did it, just that he had felt for the first time in years that he actually wanted to kiss someone and he’d acted on that urge. The kiss had been a tiny, fragile thing, but maybe it could have been more. If only they hadn’t been caught. Maybe Onthyes had been Ventis’s one chance of ever experiencing real love.

But he was dead now. He had to be. Ventis couldn’t imagine a reality in which Athos let such a transgression slide.

Onthyes was dead and it was all Ventis’s fault.

His back exploded with pain as bandages were peeled away. He’d been so caught up in his own mind he hadn’t even realized that it had been the feeling of being rolled over and the blankets being removed that had woken him.

Ventis let out a cry, trying to pull away from the source of the pain.

“Now, treasure. You know how unloved it makes me feel when you fight. Hold still please.” Athos’s hand landed on his hip, holding him in place as he continued to clean the brand on his back. It hurt so much worse today than it had last night. Probably because there had still been nightspill in his system last night, dulling at least some of the sensation.

Nightspill. He needed it. The familiar ache of withdrawal was already settling on top of him.

“Master,” Ventis whined as Athos redressed his wound. “Please.”

“What is it darling? Do you need something?”

Ventis peeked his face out from where he’d been hiding it in his pillow. Was he kidding? Athos administered nightspill for him every single morning. Sure, it was unusual that they’d ended up sleeping in Ventis’s room instead of Athos’s, but it was still part of their routine.

“My medicine,” Ventis reminded him. “It’s time.”

“Hm. I’m sorry, pet. After your little stunt last night I was under the impression you didn’t want me to provide for you anymore.”

So that’s how it’s going to be. Ventis would have been naive to assume that someone as petty as Athos wouldn’t seek retribution aside from the brand he’d already given him.

“I am sorry,” Ventis said, sitting up slowly in an effort to not upset his back. “I regret it. I will not do it again.”

“Too late.”

The coldness in Athos’s voice made Ventis flinch. “Master-”

“I don’t want to hear it. I have been lenient with you the past few years because you earned it by being so well behaved. My trust and affection are privileges that you have now lost. You will have to work to get them back.”

Ventis didn’t want Athos’s affection back. He didn’t want any of this. But what he wanted and what he needed didn’t always agree, and he needed nightspill.

“I understand,” Ventis said, doing his best to keep his voice soft and even despite the way his thoughts screamed at him to fight. “But please, I need my medicine. You know what happens when I don’t take it.”

Already Ventis could feel lightning crackling through his veins, threatening to escape him without warning. If left unchecked, his storm magic would tear this mansion to the ground.

Maybe he should just let it happen.

“It’s sweet of you to worry, but I’ve got it covered. Come now, we’ve slept in long enough.”

By midday, Ventis was back in his usual place, lounging at his master’s feet while the man held court with some business partners in one of his sitting rooms. His wrist was decorated with a new piece of jewelry, locked into place and engraved with runes that glowed every time his magic threatened to surge to the surface. These moments of suppression brought on waves of dizzying pain, but the pain faded into the background when compared to everything else.

The burn throbbed angrily on Ventis’s back, making itself known any time he shifted. And the lack of nightspill in his system left him painfully aware of his surroundings. Every light was too bright. Every sound was too loud. He flinched at the slightest touch, something which Athos seemed to find some sort of sick enjoyment in and made a point of provoking as much as he could.

Ventis wanted - needed - to be blissfully numb again. Unfiltered reality was just too overwhelming. Too painful.

Ventis leaned his head back on Athos’s knee, suppressing a sob. His skin was beaded with sweat and he couldn’t stop shivering. It didn’t help that whatever these men were discussing was so painfully boring. There was nothing to keep him distracted.

“Is your companion alright, Athos?” one of the droning voices asked. “He looks…”

Shit. Athos had trained Ventis to walk a thin line, keeping a careful balance between being an elegant addition to Athos’s grandeur and not being a distraction. He was supposed to be admired, but never the center of attention unless Athos presented him as such.

This was not the sort of attention he was supposed to draw.

Athos’s hand found Ventis’s hair, stroking in what seemed to be an affectionate gesture at first but quickly became a painful fist in his hair. Ventis gasped, then bit down on his lip.

“Pay him no mind,” Athos said dismissively. “He’s just begging for attention. He’s fine. Aren’t you, pet?”

Ventis swallowed hard as another wave of pain left him lightheaded and burning hot. He could hardly focus on staying upright, let alone forming words. “Yes master,” he managed to say through gritted teeth.

Athos’s hand squeezed harder, turning Ventis’s face in the direction of the man who had spoken. “Apologize for the disruption.”

I can’t do this. I’m going to pass out.

“S-Sorry.”

“Manners, pet.”

“I am sorry for the disruption, sir.” Hopefully no one noticed the tears that filled his eyes as he stumbled over the words.

The meeting resumed once again and Ventis was glad to have the attention turned away from his condition. He was usually so good at pretending to be alright, but without nightspill to keep his emotions at bay it only got progressively harder not to scream with every new wave of pain. By the time the meeting ended Ventis was barely conscious, shaking hard as he leaned his full weight against Athos’s legs.

Once the others had left Ventis tilted his head back so he could stare up at Athos with pleading eyes. “Please,” he croaked. “I can’t do this. I’m gonna die.”

Athos gave no indication he’d even heard Ventis, and Ventis finally broke down crying.

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🍜 CHAPTER 50 OMAKE 🍜

Kakashi pushed Mizuki along, hands far rougher than necessary with the battered man.

With one particularly harsh shove, it seemed Mizuki snapped out of the daze he’d been trapped in. Blinking rapidly and turning around to look at who was pushing him, the teacher actually looked relieved to see him.

“Kakashi-san! You witnessed that, didn’t you? Is there an ANBU squad on the way to arrest them? Those kids are delinquent brats, and their guardian is no better–she’s an insane little bitch. Like, I could have fought them off for sure, but it’s just a couple of kids and a girl, you know, so I held back. You’re gonna tell the Hokage, right? They need to be locked up, the whole lot of them.” He rambled, and Kakashi began to suspect a major concussion. Still, though, there was a clarity in his eyes when he spoke about Kiya that didn’t settle well with him.

The hospital was north of here. In a split-second decision, Kakashi guided Mizuki west. “Oh, I saw what happened, all right. They did quite a number on you.”

A little detour seemed to be in order.

“Yeah, well they fought dirty–dirty…” Mizuki paused, his face contorting in anger at whatever deranged thought his addled mind had landed on. “She’s a dirty fucking whore, you know? I kept her around because she was good for one fucking thing, and she could barely do that right. I don’t know what her problem was, man, acting like she was too good for me.”

He just let Mizuki talk, casually herding him into a back alley and allowing Mizuki to dig his own grave with every hateful word he uttered.

“Really?” He asked disinterestedly, hand tightening intentionally around his broken wrist.

Mizuki let out a pained grunt, but didn’t say anything about it. How cute–he wanted to look tough. “Yeah, funny, right? Hey… where are we going? I thought the hospital was–”

Finally reaching a deserted corner of the alley, Kakashi stopped and turned to face Mizuki, his eye flashing dangerously. “Funny indeed,” Kakashi replied, his voice cold. “It's always interesting to hear the perspective of a delusional liar.”

Mizuki flinched at the harshness in Kakashi's tone, realizing perhaps too late that he had said too much. “W-what do you mean?” he stammered, attempting to backtrack.

But Kakashi wasn't having it. With a swift motion, he slammed Mizuki against the wall behind him, eliciting a cry of pain from the man. “What I mean is that you're a disgrace,” Kakashi began in a low, dangerous tone. “You don’t deserve that headband, and you didn’t deserve her.”

“Who, Kiya?” Mizuki asked, swallowing thickly yet still putting up that transparent bravado. “You’re joking, right? What, did she spread her legs for you, too? Word of advice, man, it’s not worth it. She’s not worth it.”

Slowly, Kakashi increased the pressure of his hold around Mizuki’s wrist, giving him a fake eye-smile all the while. “Listen carefully, Mizuki-kun. You’re not going to speak about Kiya or what happened today ever again. If anyone asks, you fell down a flight of stairs. Understood?” He threatened coldly, enjoying the way the man’s features contorted in pain.

Mizuki's bravado crumbled as Kakashi's grip tightened, crying out. “Y-yes, I understand,” he stammered, beads of sweat dripping down his pallid forehead.

Kakashi leaned in closer, his eye narrowing with intensity. “Good. Then consider this a lesson.” he said, his voice dripping with menace. “Watch your mouth, or I won't be so gentle next time.”

“Yes, Kakashi-san. I-I’m sorry, sir, it won’t happen again.”

In a swift motion, Kakashi released Mizuki and patted him roughly on the shoulder. He flinched with each movement, letting out a shaky breath of relief as Kakashi yanked him out of the alleyway and back in the direction of the hospital.

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kasdeyalilith · 2 years

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Be My Solace, My Love

Warnings: Angst with Comfort

Synopsis: Reader is tired of everything but Genshin Char is there to help.

Characters: Albedo; Scaramouche; Xiao; Ayato; Diluc (x GN Reader)

Since the day began, it feels as though it has been out to get you by throwing problem after problem at you. To awaken to a sleepy lover who is angry with you over something insignificant. Having a foul mood before leaving for work, only to be met by a mountain of paperwork that must be completed by the end of the day. Your coworkers aren't exactly Mr. Sunshine either; some are jealous of your new position, while others are unhappy that you were promoted so quickly after just a few years on the job. Skipping lunch to get more work done just made things worse, and then a female employee who has made it clear she has a thing for your boyfriend trips you up, spilling the box you were carefully holding. Furious, you seized her by the hair and struck her in the face, letting out all of your pent-up rage in one swift motion.

It didn't take long for your boss to yell at you both and haul you into his office for punishment. Because you could no longer tolerate your toxic work environment and excessive workload, you submitted your resignation and walked out.

Of course, it started to rain and you forgot to pack an umbrella, just like some cliché play scenario. You didn't care anymore, so you strolled through it and arrived at your shared home drenched in rain like a dog. Because of the boots your partner left by the door, you assumed he had already arrived home from work. Since you didn't want to face him right now, you turned around and went into the kitchen. When he saw you walk past him, he followed you to the kitchen so he could confront you about how you behaved at work, punching someone and resigning after.

"Care to tell me how you behaved like a deranged hilichurl and punch someone? Also resigning from work? You're not usually like this (Y/N). I expected better from you"

Your lover crosses his arm, reprimanding you with a frown on his face.

"You're not gonna explain? Fine, two can play th-"

"Shut up, you don't even know what shit happened to me today"

"Wha-"

"How can you? You're always gone or you're too tired to talk or you're just so cold that I can't even tell you things that's happening to me. My problems are too small compared to yours right? I'm just some insignificant mortal to you, why even bother to talk now. I'm so tired, everyday feels worse, maybe this too won't work anymore I-"

"Don't say that (Y/N)"

He doesn't know what to do after hearing about you fighting with someone; fear grips him as he imagines you being wounded. He doesn't know how to approach you about it, so he confronts you instead, guilt gnawing at him as you turn to face him, on the edge of sobbing.

He wraps his arms around you and kisses your head. Fear and regret were already washing over him as you sobbed on his chest. He lets you cry it all out, never breaking his embrace with you, only tightening it further while you sob in front of him. He's not used to expressing his feelings and affection. He has no idea how much it hurts you, and to scold you after what happened? He curses himself, because he is the one who does not deserve you right now. He takes your kindness and love for granted. Apologizing isn't enough, so he swore to be a better lover now that you need him more.

"I'm sorry (Y/N), promising right now won't make things better and I'm not a good lover to you either but one thing I'm sure of is that I love you so much. I'll be better for you..... and if you want I can purge that workplace of yours includi-"

He stops when he heard you laugh, weakly punching his chest as you look up to him. He smiles subconsciously at the sight, and he forces his brain to remember every feature of your beautiful face.

"You looks so handsome when you smile"

"What? What are you talking about? The disrespect-"

He continues to mumble incoherently as he tries to conceal the redness of his face, but you can't help but notice that his ears, in particular, are glowing a bright crimson.

"I love you"

"I love you too (Y/N) and I'm sorry again"

"It's all good, I'm sorry too but thank you for having you by my side. It means a lot"

"I should be the one saying that, Archons you'll be my fall (Y/N) but I'll gladly have it than you without my side"

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He's a simp your honor,

anyways thanks for reading as always, you guys are the best. Since everything seems stressful lately, I want to make this as some of comfort. Enjoy reading.

#genshin #genshin impact #xiao #genshin impact xiao #kunikuzushi #genshin angst #xiao angst #xiao x reader #albedo x reader #scaramouche+x+reader #scaramouche x reader #diluc x you #diluc x reader #albedo angst #kamisato ayato #ayato headcanons #ayato imagines

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interstyx · 1 year

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MURDER DRONES HEADCANON #1: the EVIL mode (aka X3)

[Both Uzi and N are inside the broken landing pod. Uzi's sitting on a spinning chair, tapping her fingers, eyeing a glitching screen. N is on the floor besides another chair. He makes it spin with one hand and watches it go.]

+ So...

- [Pushes chair to make it spin quicker.] Mhm?

+ [Turning slowly to N, not looking at him. Not too happy about his lack of attention.] What's up with the...

- [Stops chair. Tilts head back and to his left, looking at Uzi.] Mmmmmhm?

+ [As she talks, her eyes escape to the side, opposite to N.] Creepy... Murder face?

- Uh... [Keeps tilting his head back, eventually becoming a semicircle.] Oh! This thing!

[In a split second, N is upright and facing Uzi. A wide X crosses his visor and his jaw hangs fully open. Intermittent cackles escape his mouth as his claws extend.]

[Uzi is still looking away, distracted by some line of text briefly visiting the broken screen. A slow, calm turn to her left gets interrupted by shock: she reels backward.]

+ ROBO-JE-- [Nearly falling.]

- SHI- Sorry! Oh, sorry sorry sorrysorrysorry- [Reaches out to hold Uzi's hand. Fumbles with claws trying not to cut her arm, only half succeeding in holding her before he retracts them.]

+ Did- Did you HAVE to do the oil-sucking laugh?! [Slaps N's hand off.] Does EVERYONE ELSE have one of those?!!

- Ye- No! That's just kinda... How it works. [Retreating slightly, then overtly, scratching back of head.] Heh! Heh. Sorry.

+ [With both hands to the sides of her head: exasperated.] How it... What does that mean? Does the creepy face come in the same package or is it just funny to you?!

- I've never really thought it through. It makes me feel funny I guess! [Crouches and reaches to empty chair with one hand, pushing it to spin a little.] Now, if you'd excuse me--

+ No! [Holds chair from spinning with right hand. The other aims directly at N's face.] I need answers! Makes you feel funny HOW?!

- Lots of questions today, heh! I... Doooon't... Eh- Know? [Tries to push chair again. Uzi's hand is still in the way.]

+ [Left hand goes down to her knee.] N. I'm always asking you questions.

[Brief silence.]

- It's like things get really fuzzy for a bit. [Looking at chair, then pushing it again. Uzi pulls her hand back, and it spins a little before stopping.] Taking a bit of a back seat, I guess. Things happen on their own and I'm always having a laugh about it.

+ [Excited. Pointing up with left hand: eureka!] Ah! And you only do that when you're about to...! [Stops herself to look at N and left hand goes down: he's curling up with his hands over his knees, looking away from her.] What's wrong?

- It's creepy... But it's what we're stuck with.

[Silence.]

+ Sorry.

[Silence.]

+ I won't ask again, alright?

[Silence. Uzi looks back to the screen, and lets out a low sigh.]

- I think that's why V is the way she is.

+ [Quickly turning.] You mean all the... Murder?

- Yeah. She was shy before. Then she started laughing a whole lot.

+ I'm sorry. [Reaches out to grab N's shoulder, but regrets it and pulls back. He doesn't notice.] She didn't choose that. Or you.

- Don't be. It's alright.

[N turns to smile at Uzi. She smiles back.]

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NOTES:

The evil X3 mode is a design feature that automates combat. It also rewards with robo-endorphins when they're doing EVIL SHIT and KILLING or something. In the short term, this makes them behave a lot more like laughing villains; doing hilariously evil shit and laughing maniacally when killing as a reflex.

Obviously this is because the MDs already have personalities, so to do their job they need to be steered in the long term -- and this fucks them up mentally like any drug would. It breaks V's shyness and makes her more of a deranged extrovert, while feeling like she's not really in control. It makes J more of an open shitbag. N just goes numb and lets go.

Over time, it kinda drives them insane; this is because it's a hack job.

They repurposed AI that wasn't designed to do this or be bent that far.

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astroboots · 2 years

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Ok ok I just got an idea to ask/suggest for a homecoming drabble.. 🤭🤗

Food fight.

May end up and spicy time.. May not... May end up in a group shower time.. Maybe not.. 👀🤷‍♀️ maybe a punishment for starting for whomever did... 🤷‍♀️🤭👀

Completely up to you. 💞🤗 completely trust you to do fantasticly breathtaking. 💞🤗😍

HOMECOMING DRABBLE: FOOD THIEF

Hello baby!!!!! So head's up I do have a sort of food fight one done for 30 Pieces of Home, Just a taste. But because I love you, I also wrote a little something something for you below. All credits go to the one and only, deranged smut-master @write-and-buried who helped me brainstorm this.

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One of Santiago's most annoying quirks in the world, is how he always tries to steal your food.

When you're at a drive thru at McDonalds, and you turn in your seat to ask him what he wants, he'll always just shrug and say he's easy (which ha-- the only thing easy about that man is how easy it is to get his pants off). But by the time you've parked down the street, he'll dig his racoon-like hands into the paperbag and steal all your fries.

When you're at the counter of IHOP, texting him to ask if he wants anything, he'll always say no, and then proceed to steal at least two buttermilk pancakes and all of the syrup.

And being friends for as long as you two have, you can forgive that (most of the times). But there are fucking limits. Like when you've been at work all day dealing with snarky teenagers asking you what the real life application of math is all while you can hear their striped candy color bomb combo on candy crush.

All day, the only thing that managed to get you through the day (and not pull the fire alarm) was to visualize your happy place. You, on your couch, feet up on the coffee table, nursing a homemade sundae of Ben & Jerry's cookie dough with whipped cream and fresh strawberries that Molly had picked from her garden over the weekend-- still waiting for you in the fridge.

So when you come home, and do exactly that, your beautiful, magnificent sundae creation in your embrace as you get settled next to Frankie and put up your feet and turn on Netflix -- only to have Santiago plant his dump truck of a butt next to you on the other side and ask "is it any good?" while looking at your spoon, a dormant cavewoman of a survival instinct sparks with ember in your chest.

"Get your own Santiago."

"I don't want my own, I want yours. It looks tastier."

It takes all of two seconds, before you have the man trying to wrestle the spoon out of your closed fists.

Santiago is stronger than you. Always have been, so you never do know why you manage to hold your own for as long as you do in these ridiculous semi-wrestling matches you two have until he pins your back flat down against the seat of the cushions, your wrists circled in his large hands, as he grins victoriously, eyes sparkling with mischief above you.

Something cool and smooth, slides heavy over your chest, you barely even have a second to hear Frankie's voice, "be careful" as his hand shoots out, and catches the Sundae that's already dripping over you, cold and sticky with frothy cream.

"Fuck, Santiago, you got it all over me".

If it was an accident, Santiago sure doesn't act like it, he cocks his head to the side, observing you, that smile never waning as his eyes roam from your face down to your chest where the ice cream is dripping down the side of your collar down to your breast. And as cold as the ice cream had been just a second ago when it had dripped onto you, with the way that Santiago's eyes are burning onto you, your skin is overheated, prickling with heat.

"Santiago," Frankie grumbles, as he bends over settle the Sundae glass safely on the coffee table, out of the war zone, before he smacks Santiago on the shoulder. Rough enough to get him to sway on top of you. "Get off her, and let her get up," Frankie orders.

Despite the beginnings of a pout, the iron grip on your wrists lets off, and Santiago sits himself upright on the sofa, allowing you to get up as well.

"Baby, you got it all over," Frankie says.

You turn to him, and he's looking at you with something that is not quite the sympathy you were expecting. He looks amused, a playful smile already quirking at the corner of his lips.

"Here let me." His broad thumb wipes across your collarbone, smearing the dripping icecream from the skin.

Frankie's staring at it for a brief second, and it's all it takes. It goes so quick you can't even properly register the change in his facial features. How soft goes hard, warm goes burning, gentle goes primal, before he presses his thumb between his lips and sucks on it.

It leaves you no time at all and you don't get much of a chance to react. He is already lean closer, ducking down to press his plush warm mouth over the swell of your breast and then you feel the swipe of his broad tongue over your skin. Hot and wet, and the sensation makes you whine.

The soft bristle of his scruff, scrapes along your skin, chafes and tickles and fuck, it feels so damn good as he slides his mouth from your breast up to the hollow of your neck that it has you gripping your fingers into his hair as an anchor just in case you fall of the couch.

"Frank, seriously? Why do you get to lick ice-cream off her tits?"

You open your eyes (and god-- when did you close them in the first place) to see Santiago bristling. He's not even bothering to hide the pout.

There's a small part of you, the petty part, that is chanting your favorite hymn of "serves you right". That's what Santiago gets for making a mess of you in the first place. There's another part of you that can't look away from how gorgeous his lips are, red and plump that makes you want to kiss him and bite down on the bottom one until you have him moaning into your mouth.

"I made the mess, it's only fair I get to clean it up," he continues to gripe.

Frankie's mouth stops, letting off with a wet smack of a sound as he leaves one last kiss there before pulling up for air. His hand wraps around the back of Santiago's neck, fingers twisting into the thick black curls at the nape of it, before dragging the man closer. Closing the distance between their lips and licking into Santiago's mouth. And then Santiago is licking the taste of strawberries and cream on your skin from Frankie's mouth.

It's gorgeous, it's sweet, and fuck, it's a fucking beautiful sight. Your stomach is furling with warmth that spreads all the way to your cheeks and ear and you can't quite sit still.

Your eyes pull away from the sight of them towards the Sundae ice-cream, the whipped cream dripping from the crystal glass. You smile, as you lean over, reaching for it, as your other hand unbuttons your blouse.

From the corner of your eyes, Santiago's eyes catches yours, and you see the way his lips curve into an even deeper smile as he continues to kiss Frankie, throwing you a quick wink of approval.

One of your favorite quirks with Santiago is that while he makes messes, he always makes sure to clean up his mess.

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kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay · 7 months

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The Little Lamb and the Silver Fox 🐑

Summary: Pepper Potts knows who you are and she made herself known in a most unconventional way. In her defense, she just had to have you.

Pairing: Pepper Potts x Reader

(No use of descriptive words for Reader's appearance. If you do stumble across one, please let me know and I'll immediately find a more inclusive alternative)

Warnings: 18+, allusions to kidnapping and abuse, non-con touching and restraints, forced captivity, obsessive behaviour, condescending talk

Word count: 480

Author's note: Entry number three, here we go! This one is a little shorter than the other two, but I was feeling needy for some silver fox!Pepper, because she's swoonworthy with all her competence and confidence *dreamy sigh*

Anyhow, @the-slumberparty this time I only used a single square, which was "Age-gap". I kind of wanted to make it soft, but it turned out a little sinister, whoops. Enjoy this little snippet and feel free to imagine whatelse happened between Pepper and Reader ;D

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Her hand strokes your arm, fingertips gently caressing the skin, goosebumps rising in the wake of her soothing motion.

“It's all gonna be okay,” the woman cooed lovingly, “I've got you, little girl.”

You shudder, the cool air of the room and soft touch of the woman eliciting a bone deep quiver.

“You were doing so good, it was just a matter of time until you slipped up. I've been expecting it for a while now,” she hums lowly, bending her head to press a kiss to your sweaty forehead.

She shifts her arm lower so it curls around your side and pulls you closer until you're tucked firmly under her arm, her thigh pressed against yours as you sit on the plush couch.

The velvety fabric of the couch is soft against your bare skin, but it's little consolation at the moment.

You raise your watery gaze to stare up at the woman keeping you carefully tucked in her firm hold.

Her sky blue eyes look down her long, aristocratic nose at you, scrutinising you while her painted lips curve into a small smile. Little wrinkles form along her mouth and eyes at the motion and when she reaches up to brush an errand strand of hair out of her face, your focus is drawn to the silvery strands glinting between the soft strawberry blonde of the rest of her hair.

Pepper Potts, Tony Starks associate and business partner. You'd seen her on posters and in the newspaper, a few photos online here and there and knew about her career she's built for herself.

What you didn't know, was that she knew you too.

At least not until one day you woke up “In her care”, as she likes to put it.

Pepper Potts, yes... That's not what she wants you to call her though.

“So beautiful when you cry,” the woman sighs, cupping your face and rubbing her thumb through your tears streaking down your stinging cheek.

The digit catches on the strap of the ball gag strapped to your face and she gently slips it underneath the strap, pushing against it with a satisfied smile.

She chuckles lowly when you let out a pathetic murmur, your chest trembling as you beg her to let you go, to release you from the gag and the tight binds immobilising your limbs, decorating your body like pretty ribbons do a present.

“Hush, little lamb. You've brought this upon yourself. But don't worry, I'll still take care of you,” she says in a deceivingly loving tone.

More tears blur your vision, muddling up her face that still looks down on you with that unnerving and unwavering smile.

“You just need some time to turn into my perfect little girl,” Pepper promises and pats your head like one would an unruly puppy. “You'll soon find I'm really patient.”

...

Honestly, I kind of want to make a whole ass series out of this because dark!silverfox!Pepper who kidnaps and wants to take care of me is actually pretty fucking hot ahahaha (I know I'm deranged, hush).

Alas, I won't because I have absolutely zero capacity for a series rn, but a girl can dream!

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m0r1bund · 1 year

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[Image: Several turnarounds of a funky trilobite-platerodrilus-eryonid-lookin’ guy. She’s the size of a house, and is built like a tank to match. She sports 6 walkin’ legs and 2 pedipalps below her mouth, and her frontmost legs are heavily armored, with thick chitin plates. The pattern is repeated across the rest of her body, with broad, flattened plates extending down to her sinuous tail.

Her face is concealed by another huge, v-shaped plate, with each prong reaching outwards, like horns. Two circular “lenses” are etched into the plate where her eyes would be. They look kind of like goggles, or a knight’s visor. Her muzzle is plated chitin as well, and looks like a shark’s nose crossed with a turtle’s beak. When she opens her mouth, it’s revealed that she has a second set of jaws in her throat. These jaws resemble a squid or octopus beak.

There are some other doodles, too. Reyes picks up a chubby little baby version of the critter, which looks more like a typical trilobite. She smiles a deranged smile at it. Another doodle shows Reyes eating a breakfast burrito in front of the critter’s fully-grown form. The beastie delicately extracts individual pieces of ham from the burrito with her second set of jaws while Reyes isn’t looking.]

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you hear about bugs

silly little essays about space bug ecology under the cut. you can read more below or at m0r1bund dot com ▶︎

I’m already doing PR work for fungi, hiveminds, and parasites with the endeme, but what if i did PR for crop pest species too. I’m thinking about tyranids and zerglings and how they hold up a mirror to colonial settler fears. you are afraid of everything the eye can see being extracted by a foreign invader? of the very landscape around you becoming biologically, functionally, culturally, socially uniform? what if the terrible things i did to other people… happened 2 me….

The endeme keys into impaired ecosystems that are artificially kept in the first stages of succession, and that’s the reason it is monstrous and scary and ‘successful’ (like most weeds and pioneer species, it is not competitive and becomes second banana to whoever comes after it.) But I think it would be neat to meet it from the other end and play off of fungal and viral crop diseases. Maybe there are some funny little guys who are, like, not a big deal until you put a monoculture in front of them. Like normally there isn’t a giant interstellar bug in the sky, but you razed + converted an entire planet into its favorite food. what did you expect.

Anyway I think it would be funny if Earth had a cicada ‘nid horrible spacebug spawning event every 17 years or whatever, where the hive masses of the void return to their natal origin and eat all of their young and fuck and die and get eaten by their giant mom. They’re like salmon moving nutrients from the ocean to the continents, except they’re shuttling nutrients from the unfathomable beyond to different planets. And they can crawl onto land and eat all of your corn. You know how it is.

I think what happens is there’s a “larval” stage that spends most of its life as a detritivore, wiggling around in the dirt for 17 years. And then they have a mass emergence event that coincides with the “hive” forms returning from abroad to hunt and eat most of their young. In turn, they’re hunted and eaten by their larger, more predatory peers, climbing up and up the trophic chain until you make it back to The giant space bug herself.

I think this is like a summer gorging event crossed with a rare mineral pilgrimage for them. Fueling up for years and years of floating around in the abyss between worlds, and collecting rare vitamins while they’re at it.

The impact on Earthen flora and fauna is dramatic and mixed. The buggies are playing a really meta game of energetic monopoly, which has also been brewing underground for 17 years. So, their main objective is extracting their larvae + passing them up the chain as food to mom. But they are also looking for other things to eat. They prefer plants, algae, and fungi at the bottom of the trophic chain to critters at higher levels of the chain, because producers make up way more biomass and are doing more efficient energy transactions. They are also trying to minimize what’s basically mass bioaccumulation, which hivemom is *extremely* sensitive to. So, they’re actually quite picky about which individuals have the ‘honor’ of becoming food.

Some people think it’s more complicated than this, and that the hive is making complex land management decisions informed by things like carrying capacity, local extinction, replacement rates, succession, and so on, but that’s craaaaazy hahaha…. They would never develop such a sophisticated relationship with plants and animals…...... Unless?

Either way, this results in very patchy feeding pockets, where some forests might be nibbled down to the dirt, and others are untouched. This also means that most heterotrophs don’t really have anything to worry about during the spawning/eating frenzy. There’s a 7-ton centipede outside the house and she might cause the roof to cave in, but she mostly just wants to eat your potatoes.

Outsiders understandably view this as an apocalyptic feeding event, because oh my god every trophic level is usurped by bugs, and a non-negligible amount of organic matter IS being taken away by bug mom. But they also leave behind an equal mass of dead bugs, individuals who fall prey to the local flora and fauna, have reached the end of their lives, or were deemed “unfit” for intraspecies eating because they have, like, more than 0.3 micrograms of zinc in their body.

Obviously if you were planning on growing any kind of staple crop that year, good luck have fun. But typically their buggy leavings are enough to last other animals through the year while the plantlife recovers. It’s like a rare treat that comes around every 17 years.

All that to say Reyes ate nothing but forbidden lobster tails for several months when she was, like, 10, and she has been thirsting for them ever since.

#chief and the r.a. tag #maila reyes tag

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theweirderstuffblogdontlook · 1 year

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Made a short fanfic for my Bob Velseb Spooky Month Inner Demon Possession au

It’s a short one, but ya should see some of my earlier posts for context of the au first. I’ll put it under the readmore.

This was it.

She had convinced him to explore an empty house to steal a thing or two, and when his back was turned, she shot him in the back point blank with the shotgun whoever owned the house had kept in a cabinet beside the front door.

And the big guy went down hard, as his severed spine literally lost the ability to control his legs all at once.

She cautiously moved around to his front, and crouched in front of him. Where prodded his head with the butt of the shotgun.

Lifting his face up to see if he was still conscious or not, and looked like he was, as his eyes opened bleerily, and pupils trained on her face.

"Time you figured out when you were beat Bob."

She leaned her head down a bit, to be more in Bobs field of vision. And said coldly and clearly,

" You… are a paraplegic. Your chasing people's days are over. And from the look of that wound, pretty soon your life is gonna be too. So I'm giving you this one last chance….. Deactivate the amulets. Let me go. Save me the effort of seeing if killing you is enough to turn them off automatically."

His frown turns into a slight smile, and he replies.

"You still don't get it peppermint."

With unexpected speed and strength, he grabs the shotgun from his forehead, and wrenches it from her grip. Startling her into scampering backwards out of his reach.

He then pops it open, spent red shotgun shell falling out. And keeping it open, he stood it on the ground in front of him, and used it like a cane to pull himself up a bit.

It being clear that she had been correct about him not being able to use his legs with his wound. But he wasn't trying to stand.

Putting his considerable weight on the hinge, the shotgun soon snaps in half between the barrel and the hilt. And he slumps back to the ground.

Manic gaze still fixed on her, as he raises a hand and slams it down, digging his fingernails into the carpet, and dragging himself towards her, then again with the other arm, and he shouts

"I Feel EVERYTHING!"

His tone sounding desperate, but with still a seemingly unearned, deranged confidence. Which only added to the terrifying sight of this big man fighting through what should have been a mortal wound just to get to her.

Terrified, she turns and runs. Only to find that she's appeared to have trapped herself, as the adjacent room has no other exit. While Bob drags himself into view in the doorway after her, leaving a red snail trail of blood behind him.

Backed against the wall, her only chance is to get around him and back out the doorway without getting caught.

Bob continuing his thought with a low sultry tone as he crawls towards her.

"I can feel how much you enjoy listening to your music."

Thump, draaaagg….

"I can feel how big and soft you think I am when I hold you gently."

Thump, draaaagg….

"I can feel how scared you still are all those times you try to boss me around."

Oh god… she presses a hand over her mouth and squeezes herself more against the wall behind her as the horror of the situation washes over her. A few events over her duration of having been held captive clicking into place. He wasn’t just being intuitive, the amulets had been letting him read her emotions.

"And I can feel all the times you wanted me, and never admitted to it. Thinking I couldn't tell."

Thump, draaaagg….

"But you can't hide from me… I feel all of it."

She gets out a few timid words of,

"Bob… you gotta take out the amulet, it's messing with your head…"

But he takes offense to that, shouting back

"THIS IS THE SANEST I'VE BEEN IN YEARS!

She tries to run past him to the doorway, but he snaps around and grabs her by the ankle, making her fall to the ground with a sharp thump that clicked her teeth. Panic climbing higher as she feels Bob's hand merge with her ankle, and start to drag her back towards Bob.

She turns enough to see him shout through his manic drooling, and yet adoring grin,

"I ain't EVER letting you go!"

She kicks him in the face once, then again, but he barely seems to care, and with another scoot forward, he's able to trap her legs under his bulk. And he continues to scoot forward from there, getting closer to being face to face.

And despite her continuing to struggle he says with a sultry gentle tone, looking at her fondly through half lidded eyes.

"Getting rid of you sweet thing, would be like getting rid of some of my favorite parts of myself. You aren't going anywhere."

She gets absorbed into his body with a startled squeak. And Bob let's out a breath, finally letting his exhaustion show. Rolling over onto his back, he lays there spread eagle for a moment, panting heavily, and feeling the buckshot drip out of the wound on his back onto the hardwood floor as the amulets did their work healing him.

After a good 15 minutes he cranes his head up a bit, and looks at his foot, which he wiggles around a bit, before slumping his had back to the floor and closing his eyes. Only for a voice in his head to speak up.

"No fucking way."

His eyes blink open tiredly.

"So that's how you get away with it. The amulet gives you healing abilities on top of everything??"

He could feel how absolutely livid she was at only just now learning this important bit of information.

And he chuckles.

"It isn't as good as my usual one, but it'll get the job done. Should go faster now with having both pieces of them in me now too."

Ooo, that spiked her anger that she might be unwittingly helping him. He couldn't help but smirk. And she replies bitterly in his mind,

"No wonder they think you're some kind of unstoppable supernatural monster. You literally are one."

And to that he gives a big belly laugh, though it gets cut a bit short as he winced with pain. And he let out a still rather cheerful huff instead, and replied.

"Well darlin, I'm your monster now."

The real gravity of those words seeps in slowly at first, and she tries to stamp them down for more angry bravado. But after a point the hopelessness is like a rock rolling downhill.

She wants to cry, and she gets startled as she gets gently pushed out of Bobs body, resting on top of his stomach.

Bob looking at her with a more tired and even possibly a little empathetic, though still creepily adoring gaze.

He places a hand comfortingly on her back, and the floodgates of tears breaks. Starting with sniffling, but soon she's weeping into the chest of Bobs sweater. Still moist with his blood, but preferring that to having to look him in the eyes.

He brings his other arm up to hold her tenderly, and he slumps back. Closing his eyes with a contented look as she sobs into him.

#bob velseb #spooky month #au #inner demon #possession #fanfic

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cloudywriter · 2 years

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what happens in the dark ~ 2

it’s been a while, but we’re back with a part 2!

part one, masterlist, AO3

cw: minor language

~~~ Aelin’s head hit the back of her upright bed with a huff as she watched her cousin stomp out of sight. Lysandra’s eyes darted between the couple as she tried to figure out what was exactly going on, eventually she just opened her mouth a few times before gesturing to where Aedion just left. “I’ll just go check on him, make sure everything’s alright,” she finally managed.

Aelin nodded and Lys turned following Aedion. With the space evacuated, Rowan sighed, running his hand through his hair before getting up to close the privacy curtain once more.

“How do we fix that?” Aelin asked, lowering the hand she’d been holding the ice pack to her cheek with to her lap.

“I don’t know,” Rowan murmured, wrapping his hand around her own, his eyes running over her coloring cheek. He studied the bruise with a doctor’s eye pressing his fingertips slightly around the area. “I’m sorry, Aelin.”

“Well, if you didn’t run in here like a deranged man over a punch maybe we wouldn’t have this issue,” her words lacked venom, she wasn’t really mad.

Rowan only frowned, “I’m sorry, baby, Fenrys just said you were in the E.R. and it freaked me out. I didn’t even let him finish before I was running down here. I should’ve gotten a grasp on the whole situation, I know, but just the thought of you hurt had all rational thought emptying out of my head.”

Aelin didn’t respond, she didn’t need to. She only rubbed his thumb along the back of his hand in comfort. If she was told Rowan was in the E.R. she would’ve had a similar reaction, likely more dramatic than his own.

“You know I don’t care, Aelin,” Rowan spoke again.

“You don’t care?” Her confusion was written on her face.

“I don’t. I don’t give a damn about the rules when they keep you from me,” he clarified.

Aelin’s lips upturned at the corners. “Rowan Whitethorn doesn’t care about the rules?”

“See what you’ve done, Galathynius? You’ve turned me rouge at this point,” Rowan leaned forward, capturing Aelin’s lips between his in a brief kiss.

Aelin smiled into the kiss that Rowan broke a moment later.

“I love you, you know that, and I want everyone else to know that. I want to hold your hand when we walk into work in the mornings and I want to cuddle up with you on the couch at the stupid hospital staff parties Fenrys throws and anybody who finds a problem with it can go to hell. I love you and I don’t want to hide that, I don’t care who knows,” he confessed, his eyes not leaving her own.

“Rowan-,” Aelin began.

“I know,” Rowan interrupted, “it’s all so complicated with our jobs and jumbled up even more so now that Aedion might suspect something, but it’s going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.” He was resolute in his assessment, not a question in his mind.

“Okay,” Aelin agreed with his reassurance.

“I mean, I’ll go march into Maeve’s office right now and fill out whatever stupid forms I need to fill to be with you,” he continued.

Aelin’s brow furrowed at the thought of revealing their relationship status to Maeve, the woman was as cold as a cobra and as venomous as one too.

Rowan saw the look on her face and decided to gloss over the situation at hand. “I’ll go get your stuff and we can head home,” he suggested.

At Aelin’s nod, he brought her hand to his mouth leaving a soft kiss on the back of it before exiting the area.

As he walked down the halls towards the residents’ quarters he passed Maeve’s office. Only a few paces after he passed by she called out to him, “Dr. Whitethorn.”

Rowan stopped advancing forward. “Chief Valg, how can I help you?”

“Step into my office for a moment, please,” her sickly sweet voice made Rowan’s skin crawl as he complied. “Have a seat,” she gestured towards the two seats positioned in front of her large, oak desk.

Rowan did as he was told, wrapping his white coat tighter around him. Maeve crossed behind him, perking on the edge of her office chair, crossing her manicured hands on her knees.

“Rowan,” she gave him a tight smile that lacked any semblance of warmth. “There’s been a few hospital staff members who have raised concerns over your interactions with one of the residents,” she divulged.

Rowan kept his expression neutral, “who has been concerned?”

Maeve didn’t fret. “It isn’t my place to give out names, but the resident in question is Aelin Galathynius,” she finished.

Rowan only nodded. “She’s a bright student, she’ll make an excellent surgeon,” was all he offered.

Maeve nodded along, leaning back in her chair. “You understand you’re one of her mentors, correct?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Rowan responded.

A light knock rapped on the door as it pushed open, Aelin stood in the doorway. “Chief Valg, you paged.”

“Yes, come in my dear,” she motioned her forward with her hand. “Have a seat.”

Aelin did as asked, sitting in the open seat to Rowan’s right.

“I’ll cut to the chase. I don’t want to waste your time and I don’t want to waste my own. I’ve been made aware of your potential budding relationship and I advise you to end it. This is a prestigious learning hospital and that image must be upheld and I’m afraid this is simply inappropriate and unprofessional,” Maeve spoke, her voice icy and detached.

“I completely understand,” Rowan chimed in much to Aelin’s surprise. She turned towards him trying to gauge what his plan was.

“Dr. Galathynius and I have both had a lengthy discussion and we came to the mutual agreement to go our separate ways. It was a lapse in judgment from my end, I apologize.” He kept his voice steady and his appearance neutral, the perfect picture of unflappable.

Aelin’s mouth opened for a second before closing again. She felt confused, Rowan’s earlier words and what was currently leaving his mouth were a stark difference.

Maeve gave the best smile she could muster at that, “I’m glad to hear that, you’re both dismissed,”

Rowan stood, smoothing his coat and leaving the room without sparing Aelin another glance. Aelin’s mind was reeling and blank all at once. The brevity of the conversation and its content boggled her.

Was she just dumped? Rowan wouldn’t do that, especially not in that manner, and after professing his love for her.

Aelin was still seated in her own chair staring after Rowan as he disappeared out the door. She swiveled around to face Chief Valg again, clearing her throat.

“You are a promising surgeon, Aelin, do not jeopardize that by trying to sleep your way up the hospital hierarchy.” Aelin gritted her teeth but held her tongue.

“Thank you for your guidance, Chief Valg. Have a good rest of your day,” She continued to shove her pride down as she exited the office, heading to gather her stuff to return home for the day.

Rowan wasn’t waiting for her in the residents’ lounge. She hadn’t quite processed the words he had uttered in Maeve’s presence. His rejection of her and their relationship stung even though she knew he must have been putting up some front. It conflicted so deeply with his earlier declarations of love and defiance.

Aelin exited the lounge, personal items in tow, and headed to the parking garage. She checked her phone mindlessly as she walked hoping Rowan had at least texted some explanation. Nothing. Her lock screen was void of notifications minus a few pleas from Lys to explain what was going on. Aelin shut her phone off. She would deal with Lysandra and Aedion later.

By the time she got into her car, the bruise on her cheek was only a dull ache in comparison to her rising anxiety.

Aelin drove mindlessly, but not long into her journey home, she reached a pivotal intersection. To turn left would take her to her own apartment. To turn right would take her to Rowan’s house. At the decision before her, tears threatened to rise. Aelin took a deep breath deciding after Rowan denounced their relationship the ball could be in his court. He could come to her.

With a heavy heart, she entered the left turn lane.

+++

She held back a loud sigh as she pushed open the door to her dark, lonely apartment. She toed off her sneakers and unceremoniously dumped her bags on the ground. She hadn’t even turned on the entry hall lights before strong arms scooped her up. Aelin yelped but the smell of pine and snow that filled her nose gave away whose arms held her. She melted back into them involuntarily.

She shifted in Rowan’s grip to face him, a million words, curses, and questions at the tip of her tongue. Rowan didn’t give her time to speak before he pressed a kiss to her lips, but Aelin pulled away.

“Rowan, what the hell? This is the second time you’ve done this today -”

“I got the job,” he blurted out.

Aelin’s brow furrowed in question despite the darkness that kept her expression shadowed. “What job?”

“You’re looking at the new chief of surgery.” Rowan smiled, nudging her nose with his own.

His words made Aelin’s brain hurt as she struggled to rationalize them.

Rowan continued. “Apparently, Maeve is moving hospitals so the board approached me a while ago asking if I was interested in the chief position. I kind of brushed them off at first. I love surgery, not paperwork. I also thought it’d really piss off some of the older surgeons. I don’t know, but as soon as I left Maeve’s office I went to the board and told them I’d take the job.”

Aelin let out a disbelieving laugh, her mind reeling.

“We should get married,” Rowan blurted out, nuzzling her neck as she processed this new information.

“Are you fucking crazy?” Aelin giggled.

“Only fucking crazy about you, Fireheart.”

Aelin could barely contain her smile, the bruise on her cheek throbbed with the force of it. “You know,” she interjected, “I think you being chief only makes our relationship a lot more scandalous.”

“But no one can argue with the chief,” Rowan disputed.

~~~

will i deal with lysandra and aedion later? idk. let me know if you have any ideas!!

#rowaelin #aelin ashryver galathynius #aelin x rowan #rowan x aelin #aelin #rowan whitethorn #rowaelin drabble #rowaelin au #rowaelin fanfiction #rowaelin fanfic #throne of glass #throne of glass fanfiction #aedion ashryver #lysandra ennar #grey's anatomy

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choccos-aaart · 3 months

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Astra vs the Polymorph #1 - A glimpse into the lives of class B-5!

DESCRIPTION: The crew's just chilling.

CHARACTERS: All of class B-5, polymorph

KEY WORDS: Comedy, survival "horror"

EXT. OUTER SPACE

A pod appears floating around in space. As it rotates, the pod reveals a hole on its surface, torn open by force.

SFX: Beep, beep…

NARRATOR: Danger. Do not attempt to open this pod. The creature inside is extremely hostile. It feeds off the human psyche, seeks out the deranged, the unbalanced and the emotionally crippled.

SFX: Beep, beep…

INT. DINING ROOM.

Aries, Quitterie, and Yun-Hua play a game of cards. They are playing Lucky 9, gambling with a collection of shiny pebbles and rocks they found on a previous planet. Aries, with the most pebbles, is the banker. Funicia spectates.

ARIES: Who wants another card?

QUITTERIE: No thanks. My cards are too good for this dang game. I'm gonna beat all of you.

YUN-HUA: Hey-! Isn't it us against Aries...?

QUITTERIE: Oh right, yeah. Whoops.

ARIES: Hm. Quitterie, if you wanna be the banker next round, I'll let you.

QUITTERIE: That's what I've been saying this whole time!

ARIES: Really?

QUITTERIE: OMG, yeah duh! How'd you not hear me?

ARIES: I mean, all your yapping sounds the same to me, tee-hee!

QUITTERIE: (Gasp!) O-M-G! You're so gonna pay for that!

ARIES: Alright! How about a deal? If the two of you beat me this round, you get to be banker.

YUN-HUA: 'Kay

QUITTERIE: What! That is so unfair!

ARIES: Ok! How about you Funi? Join us!

FUNICIA: Ok!

QUITTERIE: Um, let's not teach gambling to a fourth-grader.

ARIES: Aww, it's not like we're playing with real money so it's totally fine!

QUITTERIE: Alright, fine! But I'll add to the deal. (Smirks) If Funi beats all of us, I get to be the banker!

ARIES: (With mild sarcasm, except with her usual enthusiasm) Oh, you're not just getting Funi involved for your own gain, are you?

QUITTERIE: Alright, then Funi and I get to be bankers. How's that?!

ARIES: (Cheerfully) It's a deal! But we have to restart the round because Funi's with us now.

QUITTERIE: NOOO!

INT. KITCHEN

Luca sits on a kitchen counter while Ulgar, gun in hand, stands in front of him. Luca seems enthusiastic. In the background, Kanata does his cleaning duties.

ULGAR: Lesson one.

LUCA: Man, oh man, this is so exciting!

ULGAR: Shut up.

Ulgar holds out his hands as if he's about to clap.

ULGAR: Now hold your hands like that.

Luca holds up his hands.

ULGAR: Now clap.

Luca smiles doubtingly. He claps.

ULGAR: Faster.

Luca claps again, faster.

ULGAR: Now as fast as you can.

Luca hesitates then claps again with extra strength. But, before his hands could meet, Ulgar pulls his gun between them. Luca exclaims with astonishment.

ULGAR: Now you try.

Ulgar puts out his hands and starts clapping at random intervals. Luca stares confusedly.

LUCA: Hey what the hell! I don't know when you go!

Ulgar smirks.

ULGAR: That's just real life.

LUCA: C'mon man, I thought I asked you to teach me to shoot, not play red hands or something.

ULGAR: This is... serious. It's reflexes.

LUCA: Damn, you didn't even have this whole thing planned. Boo!

ULGAR: Reflexes are important!

LUCA: Yeah, whatever! ...Unless, this is just some excuse to spend some nice recreational time with your best friend. That's oddly sweet of you, Ulgar!

Ulgar's face turns slightly red.

ULGAR: Shut up! I'm teaching you to shoot.

LUCA: Then teach me to shoot, man! Where d'you get these lesson ideas from?

Ulgar doesn't say anything.

LUCA: ... So?

ULGAR: ...Ugh. Forget it.

Kanata looks back from wiping the stovetop.

KANATA: No way! Ulgar, you're referencing a cowboy movie!

ULGAR: Shut up.

KANATA: Oh dude! I got some cool old westerns stored in a drive somewhere. We totally gotta watch them sometime!

ULGAR: Shut up!

LUCA: (To Kanata) Yeah, get back to cleaning!

KANATA: BRO! You guys are supposed to be helping us, too! You got time to lean, you got time to clean - now let's go boys!

He continues wiping the counter.

ULGAR: Hmph.

LUCA: "Us"? I thought you were doing everything yourself.

KANATA: Damn it, where's Charce?! Mr Perfect pretty-boy better not be checking out his reflection or somethin'

Charce carries a pile of dishes over to the sink.

CHARCE: What?

KANATA: Oh good! Thanks so much for the help!

INT. DINING ROOM

Aries, Qitterie, Yun-hua and Funicia continue playing Lucky 9.

ARIES: Uh-oh you guys~ My cards are looking kinda good!

QUITTERIE: I got crap cards... Gimme another card please!

YUN-HUA: Ohh... I would like another card too, please.

Aries tosses Yun-Hua and Quitterie a card each. Quitterie squints in disappointment. So does Yun-Hua.

FUNICIA: I'm happy with mine!

QUITTERIE: Are you sure you know what you're doing?

FUNICIA: Yup! I've seen you guys play so I'm sure I know enough

ARIES: Ok! Three, two, one, REVEAL!

Everyone tosses her cards on the table. Quitterie and Yun-Hua more shamefully than the rest.

QUITTERIE: Seven.

YUN-HUA: Ten...

ARIES: Six!

QUITTERIE: Hold on, did you say six? WHAAAAT!!!

ARIES: HA-AH-AH-Ah-AH-AH-AH-AH!!!

Quitterie shakes Yun-hua's shoulder with defeat and desparation.

QUITTERIE: GIIIRRRLLL! We cou'dve beaten Aries if you didn't ask for that other card!

YUN-HUA: Oh, I'm sorry! She just looked so confident, I wasn't so sure if I should've gambled or not...

ARIES: This is a bluffing game, silly!

YUN-HUA: Aw...

QUITTERIE: Funi! How about you?

FUNICIA: Mine add up to twelve.

We see Quitterie on the floor, defeated. She sighs massively.

QUITTERIE: ...Yun-Hua, this is all your fault, so as a consequense, you gotta tell us a secret!

YUN-HUA: U-uh...

Quitterie sits up.

QUITTERIE: I'll make it easier for you! How about... Tell us something totally embarrassing you did when you were 13.

YUN-HUA: Oh gosh...

Aries, Quitterie, and even Funicia smile at Yun-Hua eagerly.

YUN-HUA: Oh… Ok…! Um…

She pauses for a moment. Suddenly…

YUN-HUA: Oh, I need to go to the bathroom…!

ARIES: Aww, what?

QUITTERIE: Nice excuse, girl! C’mon, let us hear it!

YUN-HUA: No, I’m serious!

QUITTERIE: You’re trying to avoid answering, aren’t you?

YUN-HUA: I promise, I’m not trying to avoid anything! I’ll be right back.

ARIES: Really?

YUN-HIA: No, really!

QUITTERIE: Okay~

YUN-HUA: Besides…! I can’t think of anything right now, but maybe when I come back I’ll give you something good. Really! Okay?

QUITTERIE: Hah… Whatever you say. We’ll be waiting!

INT. CORIDOOR.

Zack, walks down the hallway. He notices Kanata. Over to Kanata, we see him dust off his pants.

KANATA: Whew! That was fun! (pause) Huh? Hey Zack!

ZACK: Kanata, I need to talk to you in private.

KANATA: ‘K!

INT. ZACK'S ROOM

Zack leads Kanata inside.

KANATA: So! Wussup?

ZACK: There appears to be a non-human life form aboard this ship.

KANATA: What?

ZACK: Our ship has been invaded by an alien.

KANATA: I know that but… What does it mean?

ZACK: I don’t know. However, it could be hostile so we must be alert.

KANATA: Alright! I’ll keep my eyes peeled from now on!

ZACK: Good. And so will I!

KANATA: We gotta let the others know. At a good time. When d’you think?

ZACK: Hm… Let’s see… In ten minutes from now, it should be-

A quiet, tense conversation can be heard from another room alerts Kanata and Zack.

??? (from another room): So you didn’t know I even came on this trip?

YUN-HUA (from another room): I’m s-sorry! I didn’t mean–

??? : Enough. I don’t want to hear another measly excuse from you.

KANATA: What n’ the… Someone’s talking down Yun-Hua…!

ZACK: But who?

YUN-HUA: (To ???) Oh… I’m really sorry!

KANATA: He doesn’t sound like anyone here. How…?

ZACK: I don’t know… Unless…

???: (to Yun-Hua) Stop apologising. Is this really how guilty you feel?

YUN-HUA: Y-yes…

ZACK: That is the alien…!

???: (To Yun-Hua) Just how guilty do you feel?

KANATA: Then we have to hurry! Let’s go!

YUN-HUA: (To ???) Awfully, awfully guilty…!

Kanata and Zack run in the direction of Yun-Hua’s voice.

???: (To Yun-Hua) INDEED, YOU DO!

Cut to: Kanata and Zack arrive at the scene. Yun Hua lies unconscious on the floor.

TO BE CONTINUED...

#Astra Lost in Space #Kanata No Astra #Fanfiction #Chocco's Writing #Kanata Hoshijima #Zack Walker #Charce Lacroix #Yun-hua Lu #Quitterie Raffaeli #Funicia Raffaeli #Aries Spring #Luca Esposito #Ulgar Zweig #Polymorph (Red Dwarf)

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iamsherlocked1479 · 1 year

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Chapter 7

“Wake up.” an angry cold voice fills your ears as you begin to regain consciousness from your faint sleep. “I said wake up!” the guard who had been standing watching you raised his hand leaving a sharp burn across your face, you began to feel the warm sensation of blood dripping from the side of your face. “The boss will be here soon.” he said sharply whilst rubbing his fist, he must have hit you harder than he intended.

“What exactly are you gaining from this, kidnapping some girl and holding her hostage. Just so your boss can torture Sherlock some more.” You ask, he did not answer and took his post back at the door.

You waited impatiently for Moriarty to show his face, occasionally tugging at the tight rope around your wrist, risking the occasional rope burn just to see if you could loosen it even if it by just a thread. The large metal door clunked open and Moriarty came waltzing from behind you, followed by the guard pulling his earphones from his ears and smiling in front of you. His smile dropped as he leaned in for a closer look, his rough cold hands glided over your face smudging the dry sticky blood from your new wound. He turned to his guard and removed his sunglasses revealing a cold deadly look.

“Did you do this?” he spoke deeply

“She wouldn’t wake up sir.” the guard tensed up stepping back slightly

“Then shake her, I promised she wouldn't be hurt. Am I a liar?” he shouted, shaking the guard violently.

“N-no sir.” The guard's voice became shaky and afraid. You watched on feeling some kind of smugness as Moriarty continued to interrogate the guard.

“How long have you worked for me, four? five months?” he asked

“Two years sir.” he corrected.

Moriarty huffed and stepped back stirring at the gash on the side of your face, he looked back at the guard and scratched his head as he spoke. “You know it's going to be a real shame losing you.”

“Sir?” the guard questioned

Without any hesitation, Moriarty pulled his pistol from behind him and fired straight at the guard who immediately fell to the ground. He stood over the body and nodded before turning to you

“I have a job opening if you’re interested.” You couldn’t help but smile at his remark, even though he kidnapped you he had some strange charm about him. What were you thinking first, a high functioning sociopath and now a deranged serial killer. But it wasn’t the same, he wasn’t Sherlock.

“So you do know what a smile is, a little weird that I just killed a guy but we can work with that. I told you Harley, you’re a killer queen.” he smiled. Your smile faded quickly at his remark. He stepped closer and touched your cut frowning at the sight of you pulling away in pain. “I’ll get this sorted.” he stepped away and left you alone.

Your eyes moved to the body on the floor, was this your fault. He died because you decided to sleep? No, that couldn’t be fair. He deserves it. You sat in the room watching the pool of blood expand across the floor, the sight of blood wasn’t really an issue anymore especially after wandering into the tube to find sherlock coated in the red elixir grasping a harpoon sulking because no cab driver would allow him to even step foot near the car, which of course is completely understandable. But obviously he didn’t see that.

“Your doctor is here.” Moriarty announced, dragging a steel chair opposite you. He gripped damp cloth in one hand while he took your face in the other, his hand was surprisingly soft considering his violent demeanour the warmth of his fingers trailed your cheek wiping the drying blood from your face.

“You know what you’re doing?” you asked, confused for a mafia king who thinks he owns the world he seemed oddly specific with his work.

“I’m annoying as I am and you dont think I've had to clean a punch wound before.” he sighed “y/n i thought we were finally understanding each other.” his tone softened as he put the cloth aside and you watched as his eyes glided across the cut checking for any deeper wounds. He was vulnerable and you couldn’t help but ask.

“Why are you doing this?” his eyes fixed onto yours as he scoffed

“I promised you no harm, i'm not a liar y/n” he smirked

“No in general, why kidnap me? Why torture Sherlock and become a crime lord?” you interrogated him carefully knowing any word could cause his switch to flip.

“Because the rest of the world is so boring!” His sudden energy didnt come to much of a surprise to you as he continued to rant “I walk along the streets watching other people and they just don’t get it, life should be lived they follow their rules, their morals and it's boring. But Sherlock, Sherlock is different, he's smart, he understands, life is too precious to follow rules, grow up, get a career, get married and die. It's all a sham, a scandal, it's a repetitive cycle and it's boring. I’m just here to break that cycle, the wheel as they say.” he calmed down and took a large plaster from a box and peeled off the protective film.

“You can’t rule the world Jim.'' Jim, that's the first time you’d addressed him in a normal manner, and he noticed his eyes locked with yours watching your mood shift, you realised he wasn’t crazy, well he was. But he was lonely, just like Sherlock. “ A boy who understood the world wasn't a sanctuary.” he leaned in closer, so close you could feel his breath exciting his lungs and hitting your face.

“It’s a prison for those who understand it, and the world will crumble once people begin to believe me” He stuck the plaster to your head, roughly pressing it down and smiling at your grimace. His words stuck with you, he was right but also so wrong and it was frightening. His tone switched again, becoming softer like before. “Exactly how I reacted when my father told me, of course that was between the beating and the drinking. Well time to go, people to kill places to be.” he clapped his hands together causing you to jump with his words still echoing in your mind.

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“Sherlock, come on we have a client waiting downstairs.” John stood in the doorway watching Sherlock spin a phone between his fingers.

“It’s been three days and nothing. I have a case I don't need anymore.” Sherlock rested the phone on his temple, tapping the arm of the chair vigorously.

“I don't mean to barge in but I really need your help, it's my wife she’s not answering my calls and she hasn’t been home in two days!” A man bursted into the room. Sherlock's head turned towards the panicked man and his eyes began to do the job for him.

“Your wife has left you Mr?”

“Johnson, what do you mean?”

“Just look at you pft what a mess.” He scoffed

“Sherlock!” John shouted,

“No no he’s right. I'm a mess, I had a hunch she was cheating on me.” He slumped into John's chair.

“Im sorry thats my-

“Maybe if I had just worked less. No, I'm going to win her back, thank you!” He shook John's hand and left swiftly.

“Humans, what strange creatures.” Sherlock watched the man run down the street

“Uh, Sherlock,” John added. Sherlock turned around and saw the note in John's hand “he just gave it to me, read it.”

0.0877° West, come alone or Y/n dies

“I have to go.” Sherlock headed to the door

“Wait.” John grabbed his arm. “I know how you feel but think rationally here, he’s still dangerous.”

“What do you mean, think rationally? ofcourse i will.” Sherlock stood confused

“I know how the way you feel about someone can affect your judgement. Don't let that make you make irrational choices.” Sherlock acted shocked almost offended

“John, this is the best case I've had in months. I'll be fine.”

“Sherlock, listen to me! Y/n’s life is on the line, i care about her, Mrs Hudson cares about her, Mary cares about her and i even think you do. Don't let Moriarty get inside your head.”

“I’ll get into his.” He pulled his arm away and straightened the collar of his coat.

He knew exactly where he was going, he had memorised every coordinate coralting with the first half he had been given. He called a taxi and slumped into the back

“London Bridge please.” The drive was short and quick, he went through every possible outcome in his head skimming over the fact you could already be dead, the thrill of the case was an easy way to forget it. He waited on the bridge, watching the tour boats travelling down the river.

“Funny isn’t it how people just seem to forget this bridge exists even with all that history tied to it.” Moriarty approached calmly, watching the boats along the themes.

“I thought you would appear.” Sherlock pulled a handgun from his belt and aimed at him.

“Ooh scary, really you are becoming predictable.” He pointed to Sherlock and thousands of tagrets pointed at him.

“We’ve been here before, where is y/n?” He interrogated

“Quite the fighter isn’t she. I like her, good choice. Still I don't know what drew you to her, could be the looks but you've never really struck me for having a girlfriend Sherlock holmes.”

“Quite frankly, she’s my landlord's niece, now where is she?” He took a step closer.

“Ah, ah ah” Moriarty waved his finger and more lights aimed at Sherlock “there's no way this is all about getting discounted rent Mr Holmes, come on tell me what i'm missing.” He shouted his frustrations

“Where is she?” He demanded again

“Ugh this is just going in circles, you have what y/n told you when you had your little chit chat and the information I gave you to figure out where she is. Figure it out in under four hours and I won't kill her.” Moriarty began to walk away

“I’m going to kill you.” Sherlock followed behind him

“No you won’t” his tone heightened “remember my friends?” The targets stayed on Sherlock as he stopped suddenly. “Turn around please.” Moriarty spun his finger. Sherlock didn’t move and stood stubbornly.

“I’m not your puppet.”

“Oh Sherlock, that's where we differ, I know where I rank in this world. Now be a good boy and turn around. Or it's bye bye Mr holmes.” Moriarty toyed with him, and as instructed he reluctantly turned around. “Good boy, I have to go now.”

When Sherlock turned around he was gone, like he arrived he left without a trace and now he only had four hours to find you.

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You watched the screen placed in front of you, you watched the way Moriarty played with Sherlock. He was wearing a camera and streaming it on the Tv so you could watch him tournent the man looking for you, fueling his own obsession he had with Sherlock whilst also psychologically terrorising you with the fear of death.

“Did you enjoy the program?” He waltz in from behind

“You said I wouldn’t be hurt.” You stared up at him your eyes beginning to tear up in fear

“White lies provide easy hostages Harley.” he winked and slapped his hands on your shoulders as he leaned in. “shame the killer queen will never get to kill though.”

“You’re crazy.” Moriarty took offence to this, he pushed your chair backwards causing it to fall landing the majority of the impact on your wrists. You shriek in fear and pain as he lifted the chair up placing his finger on your lips

“Shh shh, darling save that pretty little voice of yours for when you’re begging for your life.”

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“So did he tell you where she is?” John's voice sounded panicked through the speaker of Sherlock's phone.

“No, he said we have what he’s given us so far.” Sherlock slumped against the taxi window trying to find the solution to Moriarty’s riddles.

“But the only clues he gave us were coordinates to London bridge and that she was in a white tiled room. This is all just some wild goose chase. Um Sherlock? Hello?” Sherlock didn't reply, he closed his eyes and began analysing everything he could think of that could lead him to you.

He thought of the way your voice sounded through the phone call, echoey so it had to be a large area that ruled out any basements or apartments. Then there were the walls white and tiled, easy to clean, which could suggest an abandoned tube line but that wouldn't explain the traffic.

“That will be £10 mate.”

“Pardon?” Sherlock asked confused

“Sherlock you’ve been sat outside in this taxi for 10 minutes now” john leaned through the window

“Sorry, mind palace, do me a favour, pay the man.” he hopped out of the cab and headed up the stairs pacing once he hit the living room.

“You owe me a tenner.” John followed behind, tucking his wallet back into his pocket. “That came for you” he pointed to a small parcel wrapped neatly in pale paper. Sherlock approached confused.

“I haven’t ordered anything, I'm not allowed after the deep web incident.”

“The what?” John replied Sherlock cautiously opened the package revealing a small book of nursery rhymes the page 11 list circled in bright yellow highlighter. He turned the page and read the lines out loud

“London Bridge is falling down, Falling down, falling down”

“That's tower bridge, jeez you think someone would at least make a book of nursery rhymes right.” John pointed to the tower bridge drawn falling down within the book.

“That's it, that's where she is.” Sherlock threw the book down and began searching through his own books. He pulled an old book from the shelf and blew the dust that had settled over it. “Here.” he threw the book down open on a page describing crimes from the 1800’s.

“I don't understand?” John asked, turning the pages.

“Look where the bodies were stored.”

“Dead man's hole?”

“Yes, thousands of bodies wash up from the themes so they built a morgue under Tower Bridge. That's where y/n is, come on.”

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You watch sherlock rush out of the apartment through the old tv screen, this had to be over soon right? Four days alone with barely enough food and water to keep someone alive was starting to affect you, obviously.

“Look at that, that was pretty quick huh.” Moriarty pulled a chair up besides you and swirled the ice in his drink.

“Why are you doing all this?” you began to pry with the confidence of knowing Sherlock was on his way

“We’ve been through this harley.”

“So you’re just going to give me back just like that? I thought you were beginning to like me. Or was that just the same tactics daddy taught you? Showing a glimpse of hope that you’re not worthless or just a play thing then making you realise you were right.” you smiled at the sight of his jaw clenching, he jumped up shouting and cursing.

“No, you don't know me, we had one conversation. You don't understand me.” he struck his hand across your face, it was cold and sharp but then the pain flushed across your face with the metallic taste of blood dripping from your lip. he watched the crimson liquid drip from your lip and began to apologise and wipe the blood away. “I’m sorry, it wasn’t me. Well it was i didn't mean it i broke my promise.”

“You showed who you really were” you laughed at the sight of his anxiety, who knew the dangerous jim moriarty had a fear of his own past. For someone who claimed to be like no normal human he was acting pretty human.

“Stop it.” he pulled a gun and pointed it at you “You better really hope Sherlock comes to rescue you soon.” he began to shout as the gun shook in his hands “Because i'm really beginning to lose my patience!”

“Y/n? Where are you?” as if like magic sherlock rushed around the corner gun in hand immediately pointing to Moriarty

“Well, well Sherlock, wonderful of you to join the party. Here we have it, the final problem.”

“I found her, now let her go. That was the game.” He slowly walked towards you keeping his aim on Moriarty.

“Now where would the fun be in that pretty boy?” Moriarty kept the gun aimed at your head. “Let me offer you a choice, me or her.”

“What?” Sherlock asked

“Me or her, kill one of us. Kill me and she’s safe, well done. Hero sherlock. But if you kill me, where does all your fun go huh?”

“That can't be it.” Sherlock dropped his arm “all this for a choice? Her or you? No, no that can't be it” Sherlock was confused a choice between his fun or his interest.

“What's wrong Sherlock? Surely this is easy, kill me you get the girl.” Moriarty pressed on

“Sherlock.” You cried worrying at the sight of his shaky arm pointing towards you.

“Oh you see now this is an interesting turn of events Harley.” Moriarty removed the gun from your head. “So Sherlock you're really going to miss the fun games I provide huh.”

“No, I can’t. It- it's not right.” Sherlocks gun switched from you to Moriarty. “All this just to kill one person, no this isn’t right.”

“Oh but it is Sherlock, a simple game. For a not so simple man.”

“Sherlock!” John rushed in, immediately pointing his gun at moriarty.

“No not you, you’re boring. Pick Sherlock, come on!”

“Sherlock just kill him” John demanded

“No it's not that easy, he has to be plotting something.” Sherlock was trying to deduce some kind of answer

“Come on, shoot me!” Moriarty raised his arms over his head, he was becoming impatient. “Fine” he sighed “I’ll choose myself. Sorry Harley”

You closed your eyes expecting to feel the sharp pain of a bullet, everything seemed to flash before your eyes. Your short life was about to come to an end.

“No!” Sherlock and John both shouted

BANG!!

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