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watatsumiis · 11 months

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Orpheus' Mistake (Childe x Reader angst)

Summary: Childe would follow you anywhere, regardless of whether you asked him to or not. The question remains, would you follow him?

A Childe x Reader oneshot, in which Childe descends into the Abyss to save the reader, on one condition - that he not look back on the way out.

Content: Gender neutral reader, angst, no comfort. Reader death. Vague implications of suicidal thoughts at the end. Not proofread (or reread for that matter)

Tap tap tap tap.

The Eleventh Harbinger’s footsteps sound empty and lonely in the halls of the Abyss. They always have. He tells himself. No matter how many monsters join the fray, humanoid or otherwise. My footsteps are all that can be heard.

The urge to look back is like an itch he knows he isn’t allowed to scratch, a tickle in his throat that he doesn’t dare to cough out. He opens his mouth and tries to talk, to comfort you, to let you know that you’ll be out soon, but the Abyss eats his words like a starving creature, ravenous for everything he has to give and more.

What if they’re not there? Childe’s critical thinking skills don’t often kick in - most times they do, he immediately wishes they wouldn’t.

Of course, it’s not that he doesn’t trust you. He’d trust you with his life, his favourite blade, his family, each and every single thing he has, he’d hand over to you a million times over. His love is like a tidal wave, crashing down and surrounding everything around you both.

He can recall the faces of the abyssal creature that guided him, as clearly as he can recall yours. Its twisting tongues and branching horns, every single eye and tooth and scale as it rasped out its advice in a hollow voice that clacked dryly from its twisted maw. “They shall follow along behind as you leave the Abyss. You know the way.” Teeth and bone scraped as it had talked, convulsing as it spat the words out. The mere memory sends shivers down Childe’s spine anew. “Do not look back until you are on the surface, else the Abyss will know what they mean to you and take them, for good this time.” The guttural chitter it had let out was somewhat akin to a laugh. “Even one glance, and your love will be torn asunder without mercy.”

Childe had always silently judged his fellow Harbingers for their zealous hate of the gods and higher powers of Teyvat, but now he’s starting to realise why they feel so strongly. A wretched feeling seeps down his shoulders, settling in his chest and in his gut, bubbling away like overcooked fat.

Tap tap tap tap. Hollow footsteps echo on.

Not knowing pains him, more than any battle wound he’s ever received, any hit he’s taken. He’s never been a patient man, and he’s not about to start, but he knows that for now, he has to be.

He pictures your face as he pushes forward. It’s a paltry comfort compared to the real thing, but he forces himself to stay strong.

My muse, my love. Childe gulps, and it sticks in his throat awkwardly like a fish bone gone down wrong. My reason for moving forward. My reason to fight. He brushes his fingers across one of his blades, and his chest aches. Every step feels like it takes a million years, every breath a million more.

He’s not sure when the tears began streaking their way down his pale, freckled cheeks, but they’re there now, dripping openly onto his scarf. At least they don’t have to see me like this. He thinks wryly. It barely even provides a paltry amount of comfort. He scrubs at his face with his sleeve and forges onward, up the ever-spiralling steps. It can’t be far now. The thought is almost a prayer, a hopeless plea to the gods he ceased believing in the power of long, long ago, when he’d first fumbled his way into this dark, hateful place.

The dreadful anxiety continues to linger in his mind. What if it lied? The voice whispers, digging cold claws into the spaces between his ribs and sucking all the air out of his diaphragm. He clenches his fists so hard his fingers feel numb.

They wouldn’t abandon me. He knows this is a fact. They’d follow me to the ends of Teyvat. It provides him no solace now he knows your fate is at the whim of the Abyss.

Just one little peek. The idea grasps his brain and won’t let go. One tiny look. Just to make sure. I need to know they’re with me. Before it’s too late.

He clenches his jaw and tells himself no, but the feeling lingers, growing stronger and stronger, louder and louder, until it’s all he can think about. Worse even than the ringing in his ears.

It’s starting to get lighter. Childe isn’t truly sure if that’s the case, or if he’s just fooling himself. He redoubles his pace, but time seems to melt together and spread out all at once. He can’t seem to keep track of the steps beneath his feet. I can’t take this. He speeds up again, and again, until he’s running. They’ll keep up with me. His faith in you is as strong as ever, but his belief in the ones pulling the strings is waning fast.

It’s not until he slows down to catch his breath that it all hits him. He’s halfway through turning around before he catches himself. No. No no no. He closes his eyes and snaps his head forward once again, his heart fluttering like a trapped bird inside his chest.

Childe stops dead in his tracks, unable to breathe around the lump in his throat. I can’t do it. I have to know. We can’t be far from the exit now. Just one look. And with that, he finally, finally glances over his shoulder.

His shoulders slump and all his worries disappear the moment he sees you there - a thin, wispy shadow, but you nonetheless. His heart soothed, he turns back. One look didn’t hurt. It’s fine. With that, he marches onward.

A few more steps up, and he’s met with a door that materialises seemingly out of thin air. A delighted laugh bubbles in his chest and is out of his mouth as he steps out of the Abyss once and for all, turning back as he steps onto the warm sand, a crooked grin still on his face as he sets his gaze on you.

He’s too distracted basking in his joy to realise that something’s wrong until it’s too late. Dark shapes surround you, taking hold and dragging you back before you can even make it to the door.

Childe’s face falls, and his feet scramble on the sound as he tries to throw himself back in, only to collide with what feels like a solid wall. He pounds his fists against the invisible barrier as he watches how you get dragged back down, one arm outstretched as if he’s able to take it.

He throws everything he’s got at the barrier, as if that will somehow negate the very rules of the world he lives in. Every attack, every power, every curse and plea, but none of it budges the boundary between the dawn-soaked sand and the cold, dark Abyss you’re now trapped in. The door fades, and before he knows it, Childe is throwing violent attacks at the empty air, kicking up sand and screaming his wrath to the gods.

It’s my fault. The thought hits him like a blow to the chest as his legs give out beneath him and he stumbles into the warm sand, gloved fingers digging into the course material as he sobs dryly. It’s all my fault. He curses himself and his impatience. If I’d just waited. Just a little longer. They’d still be with me. He tries desperately to bargain with himself. I can get to the Abyss again. I can find them. He chokes on the feeling of hope rising in his throat, and it plummets down, back into nonexistence, into the Abyss that Childe holds inside of him, growing steadily larger with your absence.

Tears soak into the sand, clumping it together in little brown spots as Childe’s shoulders shake. I had one chance. One chance. And I fucked it up. A short, sharp breath wheezes in and out of his throat, and an awful feeling prickles up his spine. I can’t stay here. I can’t. He drags himself up, wishing with his whole heart that it had been him who had been punished for his impatience and distrust instead of you.

But he knows that this is simply the reality he lives in now, the cards he dealt himself, and he loathes it. He drags himself to his feet, draws his weapon, and begins the arduous trek in search of a fight.

For the first and last time in his life, Childe doesn’t step into battle for victory. Instead, it’s in hopes that, eventually, he will lose, and the gods might be kind enough to finally let you be together once and for all.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagiarise my writing! I do not consent for my works to be translated and posted elsewhere, or used to teach bots!

#add to masterlist #childe #childe x reader #ajax #ajax x reader #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #childe x you #genshin childe #genshin ajax #genshin tartaglia #childe angst #ajax angst #tartaglia angst #x reader angst #genshin angst #my writing #angst no comfort #idk what else to tag this. have fun :)

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not-poignant · 1 year

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Do you have any stardew mods that you absolute *must* have (for any reason) or any QoL mods you'd like to recommend?

Hi anon!

I'm not really going to do a 'must have' mod list because you don't need any mods to play Stardew Valley at all, and actually many of my farms I never played with any mods at all. So instead I'm just going to list the mods I enjoy using the most, that make my time more enjoyable within the game.

They're not must haves, and I don't actually think just about anyone should use mods before they've played the vanilla farm/style of the game a few times (because that's also the best way to see if you'll need mods in the first place. I don't need them. I just enjoy them). The one exception is people who can't handle the fishing mini game. But I find that dead easy (except the octopus, fuck the octopus), so... I don't need mods for that anyway x.x

My main mods are the following that I use pretty much in every game no matter what (for these to work you will need another mod called SMAPI, and sometimes a mod called Content Patcher, each mod will tell you what it needs to run in the Requirements section):

Cosmetic:

Mini Obelisks - The standard obelisks look cool but are just too damned tall. This changes the size lol.

Hudson Valley Buildings - Look, there are a ton of reskins for the buildings in the game, I just like these ones.

Vanilla Tweaks - A texture pack that re-skins pretty much all of the objects in the game (fish / vegetables / fruit / nodes / minerals etc.), it's pretty!

Simple Foliage - One of the nicest tree/bush reskins, it's just pretty.

Quality of Life:

UI Info Suite - is one of my favourite QoL mods, because it just comes with so many different things that are so useful, and my favourite are that you can access the calendar and fetch quests from your standard menu, as well as the little pop ups under the day/time which tell you if the Travelling Cart is there, who's birthday it is, if it will storm the next day, and whether or not there's a new recipe. It also tells you which of your pets need petting etc. It pretty much made my Better Ranching QoL mod redundant lol.

Gift Taste Helper - Despite having like 1800 hours in this game, I never remember loved gifts, and in the heart menu, this allows you to hover over a username and see someone's most loved gifts automatically. So useful. Saves me visiting the Wiki 400 times in a playthrough.

NPC Map Locations - Tired of looking at the Wiki for their schedules? Just use this and you'll see all the people / where they are on the map. Great for gift-giving.

No Kids Ever - Your mileage may vary on this one but I don't want children in SDV ever with any of my spouses and I don't even want to be asked. This eliminates all questions around parenthood and means you can also turn the nursery into whatever kind of room you want. You'll never have to worry about kids. This is definitely a must have for me ;)

Ship Anything - It pisses me off that I can only sell weapons etc. through Marlon's because they open from 4pm and it's just inconvenient. Ship Anything allows you to ship swords etc. from your shipping bin, and also use your recycling bin. SO useful. Can also use it for furniture / wallpaper etc.

Other:

DeepWoods - One of my favourite 'end game' places and so enjoyable (and a good source of wood and hardwood), this is very much like the Skull Caverns, but instead it's the Deep Woods and 'what if there were levels of the Secret Woods and they were easy-to-really-fucking-hard.' The levels change, there's all these cool little secrets, but a warning, some of the monsters can oneshot you even if you're late game (have all the stardrops / Galaxy Sword in the Forge etc.). There are monsters here that are absolutely way more dangerous than *anything* you will ever find in the Skull Caverns.

This is kind of a cheat because wood and hardwood become so important in the mid to late game, so ymmv on how comfortable you are with something like that. But I love the DeepWoods. Just a warning, take a warp, because once you're past level 1, you'll need to warp home.

I've also started playing Stardew Valley Expanded but that's like 10-11 mods in total and tbh anon I only recommend going down that rabbit hole once you've played the vanilla farm a few times.

These days I will also occasionally play with CJB Cheats, just because I've played like 15+ farms now the 'hard way' and sometimes I want life to be a little easier, lmao.

If I needed to go without all these mods tomorrow, I could and I'd still enjoy the game, so none of them are 'musts.'

#asks and answers #personal #inadvertent recs #nexus mods and stardew valley #ship anything was a life saver #it was one of those little niggles of like #'why do i need a chest to save all my weapons and then take them all to Marlon's to sell them'#'why can't i just ship them from my farm'#well now i can and life is easier sfadlkfjasd

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best-underrated-anime · 7 months

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[Test Poll] Format #1

This is to test what format would be best for the poll posts during the tournament. The media featured are Chinese BL novels (danmei), and propagandas are from my stack of old reviews so they may be quite long. No trailers, so I’m putting images as placeholders for where the trailer should go. Just vote as if this were actually part of the tournament, then later I’ll gather some feedback. You may also leave feedback in the replies of this post.

Group A Round 1: #A1 vs #A2

#A1: Man picks up fish, keeps it as pet, but then it turns into a merman

Summary:

Follows the story of Rand Sievers, the younger brother of the CEO of Deep White, the leading company for biological advancements. Rand was once kidnapped as a child, and when his brother Vincent finally found him years later, he no longer remembered anything.

One day, Rand picked up a stranded “fish” from the beach, kept it as a pet, and gave it the name “Munster.” Little did he know that he was actually raising a biological weapon… a real monster.

#A2: Mushroom turns into a man, goes after another man to retrieve his “child”

Summary:

The story follows An Zhe, a sentient mushroom, after he takes over the body of the dead human An Ze. Assuming An Ze’s identity, he enters the northern human base in search of his spore, which had been harvested by humans. All people entering this base first have to undergo a screening that determines whether or not they have been infected by the mutated creatures outside. If found infected, the person will be eliminated on the spot.

An Zhe isn’t human, but he isn’t infected either. The judge Lu Feng cannot determine his case, but he highly doubts that the man is human. Hence, even after An Zhe is granted entry, he still keeps a close eye on him.

Propagandas, visuals/trailers, and poll under the cut!

#A1: Man picks up fish, keeps it as pet, but then it turns into a merman

Trigger Warnings: Gore, cannibalism, violence, rape*, kidnapping, blood

*rape happens, but the perpetrator was drugged and did it out of his control

Propaganda:

The novel starts out slow and, dare I say, fluffy. It introduces Rand as naïve and oblivious, just happily raising his ugly little fish. Even when said fish begins exhibiting anomalous behavior, Rand has merely chalked it up to it being extremely weird.

Meanwhile, his overprotective brother, Vincent, is secretly engaging in a dubious biological project. Rand has been kept ignorant about it for his safety, but some things are just beyond their control.

When Rand picks up Munster from the beach, he inevitably gets himself signed up to the chaos surrounding Vincent. Mysteries arise and distorted truths unwind, and these are all gonna forcefully unearth the traumas of the past that Rand has forgotten. Like opening Pandora’s box, all hell breaks loose, and never before have I read a danmei novel more hell-like than Mermaid Effect.

The novel would forcibly configure stomach-churning images in my mind. With vivid descriptions of violence and claustrophobic portrayals of the characters’ struggles, one should have high tolerance for disturbing content in order to fully enjoy this amazing thriller. I didn’t think I could handle extreme gore and cannibalism before, but this novel really forced me to raise my limits

Throughout the story, it asks the question on what it is that truly makes a monster. Some characters seem friendly and kind, but inside, their hearts are full of darkness. And then there are those who you’d think were villains, but underneath all the scary exterior, were actually just misunderstood. This novel then explores the answer to the question by bringing out the worst in its characters, showing how every single one of them is a bit of a monster inside, blurring the lines between “monster” and “human.” In the end, all that remains is the essence of the person, who they truly are in spite of the skins they wear.

But at its very core, this is actually a heartwarming story. It’s a story of love and of family, and of healing and second chances.

How Rand develops from staying ignorant to being brave enough to face his past was really commendable. And this was all possible with the help of Munster, who, oddly enough, was at the very bottom of Pandora’s box. Munster gave Rand the push and support he needed to rip off his scars and fix what had been broken.

#A2: Mushroom turns into a man, goes after another man to retrieve his “child”

Trigger warnings: …It’s been so long since I read this, so I can’t remember

Propaganda:

It’s unlike those danmei zombie stories where the apocalypse seems like it’s all fun and games. There is no group of friends forming teams and going on missions. No treasure hunting, no power-ups, and no strengthening of the fort. In this novel, the “enemy” is not just another adventure; the enemy is a powerful and overwhelming force that can swallow one unawares, and no one can run away from it.

So many of the characters die, and most of the time, their deaths are not even meaningful. The author kills them off like they’re swatting away flies, and you can’t complain that it’s bad writing either because it’s a f**king apocalypse. People are supposed to die.

But either way, the sudden meaningless deaths still wouldn’t be bad writing. The deaths significantly contribute to the tense atmosphere of the whole story. The author setting up the great inevitability of death paints a vivid picture of what the characters are going against, which is important because the Boss enemy has no physical form. The characters can’t fight it head-on like with a zombie.

And amidst all this hopelessness, our main character An Zhe shines like sunshine in the rain. He is the one thing that saves this story from further sinking into the abyss. His character is not exactly sunny and all-smiles, but he has a certain charm that comforts the people around him, and the readers as well. He is the embodiment of hope in this novel, and I couldn’t have asked for a more fitting main character.

Overall, the story highlights the beauty of hope and human will—how humans, in the face of calamity, will struggle and resist. Some may give in, but there will always be those who will continue to fight. This is an apocalypse story that one shouldn’t miss, and I absolutely recommend it to everyone.

#poll test #mermaid effect #人鱼效应 #little mushroom #小蘑菇 #danmei #miyamiwu.src

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minecraftrelatedrandomness · 10 months

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empires smp without context polls: answer key

part 1 [link]

local king is annoyed that a demon has the same accent as him - TRUE

in season 1, scott smajor is offended by the fact that the demon terrorizing half the server, xornoth, has a scottish accent like him. the two are, in fact, voiced by the same content creator and later revealed to be siblings. (x)

local historian uses wikipedia dialect to roast a badly disorganized bard - TRUE

in season 2, pixlriffs yoinks oli theorionsound's house and rebuilds it in his museum (long story, maybe i should have put that in the poll instead). in the process of making a perfect recreation, down to how the chests are organized, he comments at length on how he and the rest of academia may never understand why oli would put [insert item here] in a chest with [insert other item here]. (x)

two rulers do a prisoner exchange but tell same local assassin to kill the other - TRUE

in season 1, joey graceffa kidnaps lizzie ldshadowlady's axolotl knight sir strawberry; when she can't find the axolotl, she kidnaps joey's "tiger blood prince" villager instead. after arranging a prisoner exchange, lizzie and joey independently hire mythical j. sausage, fellow ruler and head of the assassins' guild, to kill the other ruler. sausage follows through by killing both of them. there is a whole song about this. (x)

thunder is when local sky god "claps his cheeks" - TRUE

season 2. the local sky god in question is joel smallishbeans. idk how to explain any further than that. that is all the context you need.

local princess has a magical girl transformation at night - TRUE

in season 2, katherine is a princess who also works as a monster slayer under cover of night. whenever she changes into her monster slayer outfit, she undergoes a magical girl transformation; when some of the hermits join her in her monster slaying one night during the crossover event, they get magical girl transformations too. (x)

local gay claims a woman is sexier than the (male) god living next door - (KIND OF) TRUE

in season 2, at the festival of the rift. i will admit it is very indirect and thus subjective to interpretation, but this conversation literally happened, and i quote:

lizzie: i heard there's some discount toys from the "sexy man". scott: wait, where's the "sexy man"? lizzie: *looks at joel, who is standing next to geminitay* right there. scott: gem?

and to whoever said this is true because joey's character is attracted to katherine's character, i would like to remind you that (1) pirate joe is canonically bi and not exactly gay, and (2) he does not live next door to a god.

there is a court case to determine if a character is a toy - (KIND OF) FALSE

in season 2, jimmy solidarity sues joel smallishbeans for copyright infringement (of all things), unauthorized use of one's image and defamation of character. he wins the case, but then pixlriffs (acting as judge) raises a second court case of "is solidaritygaming a toy?". jimmy immediately runs for it, so the court case technically never actually happened. (x)

someone thinks floating giant eyeball is actually a giant boob, literal big tit - TRUE

in season 1, while lizzie is visiting jimmy, they find a giant eyeball made from xornoth-corruption spying on the cod empire. lizzie is convinced that the giant eyeball is actually a demon boob, because according to her, she probably knows her anatomy well enough to tell. (x)

half the men have a dubious(?) crush on one (1) local fish - TRUE

the local fish in question is jimmy solidarity in season 1.

i have no idea what fwhip has going on with him (i have not watched fwhip's pov) but considering there is quite a bit of shipping in the fandom, i am assuming there is some basis in canon for the ship other than the classic rivals-to-lovers trope. see the replies and reblogs on this post i made for more details.

sausage is a canonical fishkisser, claims it is platonic, and shouts for jimmy to not tell scott. (x) (x)

as for scott, the episode "so i took him on a date…" should tell you everything you need to know - in this case, i would say it's straight-up canon, but to claim anything involving scott smajor is straight makes me want to backflip into an active volcano. also… just watch this livestream clip.

part 2 [link]

someone gets 200 anvils dropped on them and is forced to wear a big jester hat for it - TRUE

during the season 2 hermitcraft crossover, the hermits and empires rulers play a game of multiverse tag where a player has to kill someone from the other server using a randomly generated method. the player who is "it" has to wear a big jester hat to designate this. impulsesv drops 200 anvils on scott smajor using a big contraption on the nether roof. it is phenomenal.

local guy wears his own sibling as jewelry - TRUE

in season 1, after trapping xornoth in a crystal, scott smajor spends a portion of the season wearing that crystal on a necklace. (x)

a creator gets accused of appropriating their own culture - TRUE

in season 2, sausage is the leader of sanctuary, which has a latin american theme and is english-spanish bilingual. some idiot in the youtube comments section says it is cultural appropriation for him to speak spanish and use latin music in his series. sausage the content creator is cuban and clowns on this idiot in a livestream. this isn't necessarily plot relevant but i must inform you this has, unfortunately, actually happened.

local assassin is also a therapist and advertises this after committing 2 murders - TRUE

the assassin in question is mythical j. sausage in season 1; he advertises how he also works as a therapist after killing both lizzie and joey during their prisoner exchange which i mentioned in poll 1 (x).

local man kisses a llama because a witch thought it would be funny - TRUE

in season 2, scott considers turning his tavern-keeper llama owen into a human and asks local witch shelby for help. shelby makes a potion but it does not work instantly, so shelby tells scott to try the "frog prince" method (and he does), but admits she did so because she thought it would be funny and not because she thought it would work. seriously, if i hear one more comment about the taste of llama spit, i think i will just deactivate my internet access. (x)

one prophecy literally just says "a short king will rise." - TRUE

in season 1, lizzie flips through a book of prophecies and one of the prophecies listed in it actually says this, quoted verbatim. (x)

local goddess is called "st. bitch" - TRUE

this one, i admit, has some misleading wording. pearlescentmoon is a goddess in empires season 2 and in spanish, she is called santa perla. during the hermitcraft crossover, bdubs mispronounces this as santa perra, in which perra means "female dog". you do the math from there. (x)

local man crashes his own funeral during the end of the world - FALSE

this is technically of the "canon but a bit to the left" variety. in the season 1 finale, jimmy solidarity announces that fwhip died in an explosion (the catalyst to the end of the world, long story, there is a prophecy and everything) during a gathering at spawn. everyone is shocked but then fwhip shows up at spawn at that moment. so no one crashes any funerals in season 1. nor season 2, for that matter. (x)

one creator actively makes local fan's job harder by flirting with everyone - TRUE

the creator in question is mythical j. sausage. the fan in question is @/sgorbyx and their job in question is The Chart™️. and it is legendary. see here for jimmy solidarity reacting to The Chart with evidence that sausage is a Menace.

annotation: i'm sorry i can't do timestamps for all the links; on the day i post this, i just spent the past day packing and i am going overseas tomorrow, so i'm really on a time crunch rn. anyways watch empires smp

#mcyt without context #empires smp #esmp 1 #esmp 2 #long post #my post #esmp ensemble #mcytblr fandom polls

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kiwi245 · 11 months

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Of Heart And Sol (an Of Feathers and Flames Short Story) (Pt 1)

This story takes place in the Scorpion Den in “modern day” Pyrrhia. Humans are again the dominant species and the Scorpion Den is a human city known for its dragon trade, dragon fights, and more. Think of the underground dinosaur trade center from Jurassic world.

Main character here is a young man named August Tobias, but he goes by Tobias. The red SolarWing is named Sol

I DID NOT write this story, but it was so good I had to share. I have permission from the writer but they wish to remain anonymous.

I raked my knife through the coarse netting, releasing cold, slimy fish. Contentment ebbed at the SeaWing’s expression as the dragonet licked up the small, delicate meat. His talon was looking much less inflamed. I leaned against the bars of the dragon’s cage with an air of satisfaction. The SeaWing had been a good patient.

A familiar sound echoed through the lot, and I stood quickly, relieved when I spotted the slender human form gently closing the lot door behind herself, silhouetted in the bright light flooding through the threshold.

I stepped out of the SeaWing’s cage, snatching my backpack as Cersei paced towards me with a grim expression, her straight, black hair brushing her shoulders with every step.

“Hey.” I started, catching her weary gaze. “What’s up?”

I propped my bags up alongside the SeaWing’s cage as I closed the steel door, the click of the lock still echoing through the cage lined lot as Cer stopped beside me, following my gaze to the dragonet’s bandaged talon. She hugged me a moment later, which caught me off guard. I gave her a questioning look when she pulled away, sniffing.

“Dad, uh..” she bit her lip, shaking her head. “He says Roe might go to jail. The SDP’s pushing it. Says they’re tired of Dad bailing her out.”

I sucked in a sharp breath. Why wasn’t I surprised? I agreed with the SDP completely.

The previous night, in a drunken stupor, Roe, Cersei’s twin, had been searched on her way out of the bar and was found possessing stolen documents from Level 4. Of course they hadn’t specified who the documents had belonged to or exactly where they had come from- just good ‘ol level 4, the place doctors made monsters and scientists defied the laws of nature.

I cleared my throat, trying to feel natural as I said, “Hey, I’ll tell you, jail is no fun.”

Cersei gave me the exact reaction I had been hoping for, her expression questioning. “You’ve been in jail?”

“Once,” I continued, starting down the hall towards my next patient, “in Monopoly.”

She gave a soft, suppressed laugh, following me as she shook her head, “Aug, I’m serious.”

“I know, I know.” I whispered, draping a confident arm across her shoulders, “Cer, I mean, this isn’t the first stunt she’s pulled. Why not let her learn, right?”

“She has learned something,” Cersei insisted, stopping beside me as I unlocked the SandWing’s cage.

“Yeah?” I started, gently reaching towards the SandWing as the beautiful golden creature approached, sniffing my bag with an expectant air. “Like what?”

“She stopped! For-... for a few months.”

“Stopped, or wasn’t caught? This is some serious stuff, Cer. A fifth offense? Anyone else would be long gone.”

Cersei nodded, her expression forlorn as she leaned against the cage bars. I turned towards the girl, staring into her cold, blue eyes. We were only a year apart, and over the past two months, I had grown to know her well. She was attentive, and kind, forever loyal to her family, putting others before herself. I admired those qualities, and we had spent quite a bit of time together outside of work, where I had grown to know her better. Cersei was always looking out for Roe, her headstrong twin, who jumped into everything without thinking twice. Roe annoyed me, not only because of her foolish decisions, but because she was careless and self centered, her eyes blind to the torment she continually put her family of three through.

My gaze jerked towards the lot door as Yair, my employer, entered the room, his long hair slicked back in a bun, white, stainless dress shirt fresh and ironed.

“August?” Yair glanced down the long, maze-like halls of cages, spotting me and Cersei a moment later. He gave a quick wave, and I stepped out of the SandWing cage with a respectful, “Sir,” as the man approached.

Cersei made no move to oblige her Father’s presence, which surprised me- it was rare to see her hold a grudge.

“I’ll finish up here.” Yair continued, his voice echoing through the lot as he stopped beside the young SeaWing dragonet, and I smiled when he gave a content nod, his experienced eyes reviewing my work. “There’s a produce shipment back in the Truck Yard.”

I glanced at Cersei, who entered the SandWing’s cage, kneeling to pull more meat from my backpack for the gold dragon.

The moment I entered the Truck Yard I knew something was wrong. Trucks spanned the wide garage, their trailers still locked tight- not one engine roared. Several men argued off to my right, their voices progressively growing louder.

To my left sat a small, white cage. It must have come from the labs- Level Four. People surrounded the cage, their voices raised as I passed by, my eyes catching the glint of deep red scales within the white lab cage.

I turned away, spotting a familiar truck ahead, Yair’s logo plastered against the trailer. The driver, a short, sturdy man, leaned against the trailer, his arms folded across his chest.

“Hey,” I started, positioning myself beside the Trucker, confused when he made no move to open the trailer, “what’s, uh.. what’s going on?” I motioned towards the shouting men near the exit.

“Yard’s on strike.” The Trucker shrugged.

I glanced from the man, then back to the exit, watching as several Patrol Guards entered the Yard, weapons in hand. Turning back to the Trucker, I didn’t bother to hide my annoyance. “Why.”

The man shrugged again. “Sum’in ‘bout pay.”

I blinked. “Your- your pay?” I confirmed, brows raised. He had to be making a pretty penny, especially if he worked for Yair.

“Aye, not ev’yun ‘as et as good as me, son. Got pals ta stick up far.”

I stole another look at the arguing group as the officers pulled people back, guns raised.

“Look, man,” I started, my gaze wandering toward the lab cage, “I’m just here for.. for, uh, produce..”

I could see more dull, red scales through the white bars as people shifted around the lab cage. Maybe it was a SkyWing.

“Nothin’ doin.” The Trucker said with a happy nod.

I suppressed a scowl. Being that I was in no position to threaten on behalf of Yair, I started back towards the exit, giving the loyal Trucker one last, grim nod before turning my back to him.

The patrol guards wouldn’t let me leave.

They were still trying to make sense of the situation, and one of them shoved me back when I tried to offer my ID. So, with a sigh, I moved back against the lab cage, trying to appear as innocent as possible. It wasn't unheard of to get lost in the chaos and unlawfully arrested.

After a moment I glanced down at the lab cage occupant. A mess of red scales greeted me, and I realized there were two dragons.

A SkyWing and a SolarWing.

The SkyWing was dead, and I felt a pang of pity for the creature beside him, who I had also assumed was deceased, but the slowly shuddering movement of his flank said otherwise. I knelt beside the cage, concern flooding through my mind as my eyes flicked over the SolarWing's starved body.

The dragon was next to death, scales clinging to his wide ribcage. Swollen, blunt wounds marred the creature, scales raised and blackened around the open flesh. I surveyed the wounds with a critical eye, frowning at the clamps cutting into the dragon's wings, a muzzle tied tightly against his snout.

The dragon did not move. He did not react as one of the officers slammed a shouting man against the bars of the cage.

I felt my stomach drop, sickened at the barbaric treatment this creature had endured.

Having been in the den for only a month, I had yet to grow accustomed to seeing dragons in such conditions, and it truly pained me to see anything being treated in such a savage manner.

With a gentle touch, I reached out, running my hand down the SolarWing's broad jaw bone, his scales unnaturally cold. A moment later he released a tense, muffled breath, flinching back every so slightly.

This, in a way, was a good sign. It meant he was still coherent enough- alive enough -to feel what was happening.

I glanced up, the loud dispute being brought to a rather necessary end. A moment later the group of Truckers returned to their regular jobs, and the security guards cleared out, obviously satisfied with what little peace they had managed to keep.

I stood, giving the SolarWing one last glance before I turned to the trio of men leaning against the lab cage, speaking in low, disgruntled tones. One of the men had noticed me, and he pushed off the cage bars, walking slowly to my side, his tall black boots echoing through the Yard with each step.

"What do you need, son?" His voice was coarse, and deep.

I offered my hand, and the man took it, his rough, callused fingers rubbing uncomfortably against my skin as he gave one, strong shake before releasing my hand.

"I'm curious," I began, "what do you plan for these dragons?"

The man gave me a critical expression, a questioning look in his old, pale blue eyes. "Bringing 'em for the scales." He gave a quick smile, the tan, sun wrinkled skin around his lips creasing intensely, and I was relieved to realize this was a kind, good natured man. "Why? You want them?"

At this, thousands of possibilities ran through my mind, my gaze wandering back to the SolarWing.

They were going to kill him.

My heart longed to save the beast, but… he was on death's doorstep, so broken, so far gone.

Again, I reflected on my time spent in the Scorpion Den. Yair had hired me for this sort of thing- saving the lives of his injured dragons as they returned from the arena. I had nursed countless creatures back to health- but never anything this far gone. From what I could see, the dragon had a sturdy, wide build, but his body lacked nutriance, scales clung to his terribly starved frame.

Another shattering breath racked the dragon's body.

"Yes." I whispered, my eyes locked on the dull red dragon. "Yes. I want to buy the SolarWing."

The man gave an abrupt, rough chuckle, "Welcome to have him. Doubt I'll make enough to even pay for his transport with those scales,"

It was true. The SolarWing's scales were dull, broken, and bruised.

The man slammed his boot against the cage, grunting when he received no reaction from the red dragon. "Think you can fix him, son?"

I gave a nervous laugh as the man unlocked the cage door, motioning the two other men to his side.

"Yes, sir. I believe I can."

The man stepped into the cage, then glanced back towards me with a grin. "I like your determination, kid." He winked.

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Title: The Caretaker

Fandom: Pokémon Legends: Arceus

Focus Character: Marie (The Pasture Lady)

Will I finish this? No idea.

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At 4 am, the day began.

Most of the residents of Jubilife Village were still asleep, the Bidoof on the row house roof snoring as Marie passed by. It would be a busy day, and the ghost Pokemon in the pastures needed to be given dinner before the first rays of daylight sent them scurrying to bed. Ress was leaning against the closed gate, trying hard to look like he wasn’t snoozing away the beginning of his shift. Poor man had been at it too long—she knew he was up late with his Bidoof, training to defend the village. She had promised not to tell, though the thought of the mild-mannered man as anyone’s ‘secret weapon’ made her lips twitch as she tried not to smile.

Marie unlatched the gate, laughing quietly as her Luxray, which she had tasked to keep watch, sprung to his paws, mane smushed to one side. “Sleeping on the job?” She tidied his mane out of habit. “Must have been a quiet night. Good job.” She pulled a cake lure from her pocket, generously sprinkled with Cheri berries and mushrooms. Luxray gave a small trill and licked it off her hands, gobbling the treat down and purring as he wound around her. Luxray still acted like a little Shinx, though he was now easily taller than her shoulders. Rei had once asked how Marie had caught an Alpha, but she had dismissed his question. Luxray was just a big boy, not a terrifying monster of a creature like the ones Akari and Rei brought in.

The ghost Pokémon realized the attendant had arrived and flocked to her like a wave of cold mist. Originally she had been terrified of the specters, but now she only laughed as a particularly mischievous Haunter tried to snatch her bag for first choice of the food she had brought. “No mochi today! Beni couldn’t get enough sootfoot roots.” A chorus of dismayed cries. Marie had long since realized Pokemon were perfectly capable of understanding the word ‘no’. “My neighbor made plenty of muffins for you all. No shoving, Duskull! You’ll all get one.” She began to dole out the treats, not even flinching when an eager Basculegion leapt out of the ground itself to catch the thrown food. The fish Pokemon swam through the air overhead before circling her, splashing her with a flick of ghostly water then vanishing.

The sun followed on the heels of her first feeding, bringing the wakings of a dozen or more flying-type Pokemon. The ghosts scattered as predicted, leaving Marie to change the bandages on an overeager Staravia’s wing. “I told you not to pick on that Snover,” she chided gently as she made sure the salve was helping with the frost bite. “You need to be more careful, and less of a bully. Just because her berries look tasty doesn’t mean you can swoop out of the sky to try to eat them.” The Staravia peeped pathetically, trying to play up for sympathy. Marie gave its feathers a preening stroke as she replaced the bandages. The bird clucked with contentment. “You’ll be flying fit in a day. But till then, don’t bother the ice types.” She was sure her advice would be ignored.

The day progressed as usual—brushing fur and cleaning up droppings and feeding Pokémon and breaking up scuffles. Occasionally a bag of new Pokémon, mostly ice and fighting type, would arrive from the base camps. Some of the new Pokémon were hostile, not taking their capture with grace and certainly not ready to respect a small woman in an apron. Luxray was kept busy pinning newcomers while Marie made sure their injuries were treated and bandaged.

It was somewhat lonesome work. After all, few humans in Jubilife willingly came into the pastures. The Pokémon scared many. Recently a few would venture close to the gates, asking Marie’s advice on how to care for one Pokémon or another that Rei or Akari had helped them befriend. But for the most part, Marie was left with the Pokémon on her own.

The sole exception was, of course, the youngest Survey Corps members. They visited often, cheerfully checking on the Pokémon they had left in Marie’s care. Akari would often bring Marie supplies to feed her wards, and Rei was a deft hand at brushing out stubborn knots in fur. Recently they had been kept busy, always running off to the far end of Hisui to deal with the enraged Nobles. Marie hoped they would spend more time in the pastures once that was done. After all, it was their efforts that had so dramatically increased the number of Pokémon in her keeping.

“I wonder if Akari and Rei are nearly done quelling the Nobles?” Marie wondered to no one. She was used to not receiving a response beyond chirrs and growls. “At the rate we are going, there won’t be any Pokémon left in the Alabaster Icelands.”

Luxray flicked his ear as if in agreement, then looked at the sky. It was nearly evening, the bug Pokémon filling the air with their plaintive songs as the last rays of light chased across the grass. Marie wondered if she could take a break and go to the Wallflower, get some fresh mochi for once, but the mud that had splattered across her apron from cleaning out a particularly stubborn Stantler’s hooves dissuaded her. She would settle for the leftovers, as always. Anything she couldn’t eat would feed the ghost Pokémon in the morning, and then—

She was so caught up in her thoughts she barely noticed the sky turn blood red overhead. It was not til Luxray snarled, moving closer to her, that she looked up from the food she was preparing.

“Well that’s no good.”

The Pokémon around her began to bray and hiss, bugs burrowing into the ground to hide while the Fire types snarled at the new challenge. Marie had never seen them in such a state. She tried to approach a normally docile Purrugly, but the Pokémon only growled before turning tail to shelter under some bushes. Luxray whined, nudging her shoulder away from the others. She pat his head without thinking. “It will be ok. Maybe it’s just… a strange sunset.”

She hurried back to the gate, unsurprised to find the village in almost as much uproar as the Pokémon in the pastures. “What’s going on?” she demanded of Russ. The guard was sweating bullets.

“The Survey Corps just got back from quelling Lord Avalugg, and suddenly this!” He gestured at the sky. “I heard from Captain Zisu the Commander is looking into it. She heard this was caused by that kid from the sky.”

Marie felt her stomach lurch. She had spent so much time around the Survey Corps, so long that she often forgot that one had come from the rift itself. She couldn’t even remember which of the teens it had been—she was so used to their smiles and eagerness to show her their newest acquisitions, their tears as they had to release a Pokémon from her care. They were so alike, it hardly mattered to her which was from the sky. How could either of them possibly cause this? It made no sense!

“That’s nonsense.” She climbed over the gate. “I need to talk to the Commander. The Pokémon in the pastures are all upset—perhaps if they see Rei and Akari they’ll be assured—“

There was a gasp, and the crowd along Floraro Street pushed back, letting someone pass. “This way, come along now.” There was no mistaking Captain Cyllene’s voice. Marie was pushed back, unable to see who she was leading out of town.

“The rift faller…”

“I heard Captain Kamado banished them for causing this!”

“How awful! Why would they do this to us?”

“They are awfully close to Pokemon, maybe they were planning this all along…”

Marie tried to elbow through the crowd to stop Cyllene, to shout there was no way a Pokémon, much less a child, could cause this. She was drowned out by the jeers of the other villagers. One of the village children shoved into her as they ran past, knocking her down. Luxray jumped the gate to her side. Normally she would scold him for leaving the pastures, but she was stunned. Several people shrieked as the Pokémon helped her up, growling slightly at the child that had pushed her as he would any reckless new Pokémon in the pastures. Marie hastily stood, pushing Luxray back towards the gate.

“Go back, Luxray. I’m fine. It’s fine. We have to calm down the Pokémon.” Her blood felt like ice. She could feel the suspicious glares of the others, her neighbors…

If they thought the children were dangerous because they were comfortable with Pokémon, what must they think of her?

#Pokémon #pokémon legends arceus #pla marie #pla pastures #pla fanfic #PLA Russ #pla spoilers #pokémon legends spoilers #long post

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fushic0re · 2 years

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━ 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝

lee bodecker x asian!reader

𝑆𝑌𝑁𝑂𝑃𝑆𝐼𝑆 ━ You’re just another face in the small town of Knockemstiff working two jobs in order to pay for your education. Sensing your desperation, Sheriff Bodecker offers you a deal you cannot refuse.

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 ━ 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. THIS FIC IS CENTERED AROUND DARK THEMES, if it bothers you do not read it. Mentions of prostitution and murder. Police Corruption. Extremely imbalanced power dynamics. Misogyny. Religious themes. Sacrilege content. Blasphemy. Soul selling. Smut; loss of virginity, corruption and innocence kink, size kink, degradation + praise, blood play if you squint.

The people of Knockemstiff were convinced that their small town was an omen in itself.

Nothing but tragedy seemed to strike there. Behind the small town charm —Southern hospitality, classic diners, and church on Sundays — lied something more sinister that no one could quite put their tongue on. The stench of decay shrouded upon all that resided there. Perhaps the bullet hole ridden welcome sign was enough to convince the stray passersby and those lucky enough to leave to keep driving and never look back. But only those lucky enough.

After all, it’s hard to escape the devil’s jaws when he himself is the beating heart of Knockemstiff.

Lee Bodecker always thought of himself as a big fish in a tiny pond.

He wasn’t made to follow in the footsteps of every Tom, Dick, and Harry in this town. Instead, he was made for greatness. The police academy called his name. It was there that he could exercise his lust for control, order, and pure subordination. Lee instantly became a fiend upon tasting the tiniest amount of superiority. He knew then and there that he would do anything — would step on anyone and everyone’s throat — if it meant feeding his desires.

The young deputy lied, maimed, framed, and killed his way up the ranks, deceiving with the utmost ease and finesse like it was second nature. No one questioned it, for Lee Bodecker and his striking cobalt eyes could never do anything wrong in the townsfolk’s eyes. All pawns in his game, he played them all with no remorse. By the time Lee was at the last stretch of his campaign for Sheriff, the soon to be sheriff had a mountain of dead bodies on his name. None of which anyone would know about.

That is, aside from the devil himself.

He had been watching Lee closely, impressed at the way he took, and took, and took without hesitation. That night, he offered him the ultimate prize; all the power his heart desired in exchange for a place in his ranks.

The next morning, Knockemstiff was celebrating the victory of their new sheriff — Sheriff Bodecker.

He rejoiced brazenly, basking in the newfound vitality that coursed through his veins. Later that night, parents tucked their children into bed and read them their usual bedtime stories about ferocious flesh eating monsters with sharp talons, rows of razor sharp teeth, and red eyes. Little did they know they were leaving out the most terrifying monster of all. The handsome bachelor with crystal azure eyes that could flash you a dazzling smile moments after devouring someone’s soul. The kind that was tasked with protecting their town but was also the reason for all of its tragedies.

Lee wasn’t just a big fish in a little pond.

He was a great white, and he was going to wreck every little measly guppy that got in his way.

Your lids felt heavy as you blinked the tiredness out of your eyes. Checking the clock behind you, you bit back a sigh as you realized you still had one whole hour to go until you could call it a night. From behind you, you heard the screeching sound of a barstool being dragged across the floor. Closing your eyes tightly, you took a deep breath before turning around to tend to your customer. Your breath got caught in your throat as you laid eyes on who was sitting in front of you. Sheriff Bodecker himself was slumped against the counter; his brows etched together in a permanent scowl. He was a regular frequenter of the bar where he made shoddy “business” arrangements with Leroy and Bobo before disappearing behind the red velvet curtains for a rump in the sheets with one of Leroy’s girls. You knew his presence. You knew he liked his whiskey a little too much. But you had never served him. Not until tonight.

“How are you, Sheriff Bodecker?” You greeted nervously. “What can I get you?”

The man’s eyes snapped forward to meet yours, his chin titled downward, making him look menacing.

“Whiskey.” He answered shortly.

You got to it promptly, swiftly swiping a clean glass off the table before plopping a large ice cube in and pouring the amber liquid. Sheriff Bodecker eyed you with an unreadable expression as you placed his drink in front of him politely, your hands locked behind your back as a shy smile graced your features. Your aura nearly blinded him as he studied you.

“How long you been workin’ here?” He questioned, his stare unwavering as he brought the glass to his lips.

“A couple of months, sir.”

Picking up a washcloth, you nervously wiped the counter down in an attempt to calm yourself. The way the sheriff was staring at you made you want to squirm. You had never done anything wrong, had a perfectly clean record, and yet in that very moment, it had felt like you committed a thousand crimes.

“Aren’t you a little too young for a place like this?” Sheriff Bodecker prodded once more.

Your face went hot with embarrassment.

“Gotta pay for school somehow.” You admit sheepishly.

His visage lightened up the tiniest bit.

“College.” He huffs nostalgically.

In one large gulp, Lee downs the remains of his drink before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a large bill. You break it up and place the amount for his drink into the register before walking back to him and handing him the change.

He shakes his head. “Keep it, honey.”

You shook your head frantically, eyes as wide as saucers.

“Oh no, I couldn’t—”

“You arguin’ with me, girl?” He retorted, mischief glimmering in his eyes.

“No sir,” You whispered. “Thank you.”

He stared at you once more for a brief moment before exiting.

“You have a good night.”

As the worn out Sheriff did one last patrol around town, not once did you escape his mind. His heightened senses left nothing to his imagination. He could smell your anticipation. Every time your breath hitched, or you swallowed the lump in your throat before speaking to him, he heard it. The quickness of your heart as it practically palpitated from his stare alone stirred up a storm of emotions in his full belly.

Pure subordination. What he loved the most in life aside from one other thing: corrupting the innocent. Watching the life and purity drain from their eyes and feed into his vitality. You, so sweet and so vulnerable, were exactly what Lee needed.

Lee had heard of you. Nothing but what he had expected to hear about a girl like you. The old ladies he helped with grocery runs gushed about how you were at church every Sunday with a batch of baked goods for everyone. You helped your neighbors whenever you could, watching their children for extra cash or sometimes for free even. Apparently, you volunteered at the local library every week reading stories to children. You were a good girl, the human epitome of honey. The town thought you were a bit of an oddball for choosing to pursue higher education rather than get married straight out of high school, pop out a couple of kids, and become a housewife like every other woman in Knockemstiff did. To them, you were wasting away your beauty the longer you were unmarried.

But to Lee, you were perfect. The only pure thing in this entire goddamn town.

Slowly but surely, Lee had found himself utterly obsessed with you. You were just a toy in his web of lies — at least that’s what he told himself in the beginning. The more time Lee thought about you, the more he realized that you were destined for more. You were meant to be by his side as he conquered the world one soul at a time. In fact, he wanted that life with you.

And what Lee wanted, he got.

That Sunday, you sat in the church pews with perfectly curled hair and your best dress on with a delicate string of pearls around your neck. Pearls that had been passed down from generation to generation. You listened intently as Preacher Teagardin lead the sermon. He talked about fears. How they were ingrained in your mind by the devil as a means to challenge you. When you gave into fear, you gave in to the devil. He finalized his sentiments by stating with burning conviction, hands placed on his hips, that we faced our fears through Christ. You like every normal human being feared evil itself. You were afraid of what would happen if it got to you, who you would become once it was running through your veins or if you would even make it out alive.

Unbeknownst to you, evil had already set its eye on you, and it didn’t look like a half-goat half-human creature with horns. Evil was dashing with piercing steel blue eyes and a pearly white smile.

Lee’s visits to the bar became more frequent. Almost every night after his shift he would arrive, talk business with Leroy, then plop down in front of you for a glass of whiskey. His rocky, distant exterior dissipated slowly until you were eventually able to earn a genuine smile out of him. No matter how many times you tried, you couldn’t quite figure out what made the sheriff stick around you. Not when there were plenty of other women a curtain away that were more interesting than little old you. That had more to offer him than stuttered responses.

But he never tried to get anything out of you or belittled you. Sometimes you would catch him looking at you with a certain fondness in his eyes. You pretended not to notice, serving him another drink while doing your best to ignore the heat in your cheeks. His visits made your late night shifts, bearable. It was nice having someone to talk to that wasn’t drunk off their ass, stinking of tobacco, or trying to talk their way into your pants.

Unfortunately, Lee couldn’t stick around forever. He was a busy man with a town to protect from danger. And when he wasn’t around, all signs of life from the bar left with him. You were left to your solitude, blocking out the sounds of lewd forced moans, angry shouting, and the occasional gunshot from the back of the building. As if the anxieties that this job brought to you weren’t enough, Leroy had been watching you since the second night the sheriff came back. It was no secret that your boss was far from good. Leroy brought nothing but death and decay wherever he walked. You kept your interactions with him to the bare minimum; greeting him once you arrived, alerting him of guests, serving him his usual beer, and bidding him goodbye before leaving. The man wasn’t one for pleasantries, you never found the need to make small talk with him. But the way he was staring at you, watching your every move with eyes that no doubt brewed nothing but trouble, made you want to run as far as you could and never look back.

“Hey,” The man of the hour gruffed, beckoning you to him from where he stood in the doorway of the back room. “C’mere. Let me talk to ya.”

You gulped nervously, wiping your sweaty palms across your clothed thighs before making your way towards him.

“Did you need something, sir?” You inquired, twiddling with the frayed seams of your word sweater.

He didn’t answer you, only scanning your appearance with narrowed eyes before reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair away from your face. You flinched at the unwanted physical contact, earning a gruff snicker from your boss.

“Jumpy, are you?” Leroy taunted.

“Sorry.” You muttered meekly, casting your eyes downward.

“Sheriff Bodecker’s been around a lot,”

Your muscles tensed. Every hair on your body stood upright at the dark tone Leroy’s voice took on.

“He never uses any of the girls anymore, you know that?” Leroy lamented, his nose wrinkling with distaste. “Somethin’ about keeping his image clean for the next election or some horse shit.”

Not knowing why he was confiding in you or what do to with the newfound information, your mind ventured off elsewhere. Images of Lee’s hulking form disappearing behind the curtains flashed through your mind. You imagined the things he would do to them, the sounds he would make, what his face would look like ruddied up and twisted with pleasure. What he would do to you if you managed to pique his interest. As if a bus had hit you, you snapped out of your lewd visions. Mortification filled you. You had never thought of anyone like that. Your inexperience limited curbed any lustful fantasies and yet, all you could think about now was him in the throes of ecstasy.

“But he pays a lot of attention to you.”

Leroy’s statement and leering tone were like a bucket of ice cold water being dumped on you.

“Shows up every damn day and buys a drink just to see you.”

Lost for words, you smiled half-heartedly and shrugged his comments off.

“He’s just being nice, you know how he is,”

“You think I don’t notice the huge tips he leaves you with?” Leroy demands, his anger now apparent.

You pressed your lips together tightly, once again at a loss for words. Leroy took one large step towards you. Instinctively, you stepped back. Your heart began to race as your back hit a wall, your fight or flight senses activating. Right now, you wanted to run. Run for the hills, out of Knockemstiff, and never look back ever again.

His large hand gripped your upper arm tightly, violently manhandling you for answers.

“What are you doin’, huh? You fuckin’ him?” He hissed.

“No!” You cried, unable to believe that you were being accused of committing such actions.

“A man doesn’t give no broad that kind of money for no reason!”

You were shaking at this point, having never been faced with a situation like this. The way Leroy leered over you didn’t make you feel any more at ease.

“Tell you what, sugar.” He spoke lowly. “You be one of my girls and I’ll keep it off the record that you were fuckin’ the sheriff for extra pay.”

“I’m n-not—” You hiccupped, tears escaping the confinements of your eyes and sliding down your cheeks. “Sleeping with him,”

Leroy looking at you with disbelief before scoffing. Your reaction and words were genuine, he could tell that much.

“Well, I’ll be damned. Even more of a reason to be a working girl. Men would pay a lot of money for an untouched whore.”

The elder man’s words settled deeply in your soul, weighing you down like someone had strapped a thousand bricks to your limbs. Those girls made money. Lots of it. You saw the clothes they came in wearing, the lingerie they paraded in, the purses they toted around. You smelt the expensiveness of their perfume that without uncertainty retailed at more than a month’s paycheck per bottle. Indignity was the only emotion you felt as you caught yourself considering Leroy’s offer. That could be you covered in luxury items. You wouldn’t have to dwell on your bills or whether or not you would be able to eat the next day. Money would become an issue of your past. The gates of freedom roared out your name. The treasures that lay behind them could all be yours. All you had to do was say yes. But alas, you snapped out of your irrational state and regained your footing. Bile briefly rose in your throat as you came to your senses, the gravity of your previous thoughts hitting you like a bus.

“Please,” You whispered frantically. “I’ll give you all of my tips. Just don’t make me— don’t fire me please, I need this job—”

“Leroy!” A familiar voice boomed from behind you.

Sheriff Bodecker.

You almost sighed in relief, holding back the urge to run into his arms. Leroy diverted his attention, sighing in annoyance. Lee stared at him with a picture perfect smile on his face. A smile that didn’t reach his eyes. His baby blues softened for a brief moment once they landed on your tear streaked face. Lee felt his anger begin to brew slowly. Unbeknownst to you, the man had heard your entire confrontation with Leroy. Lee hated every bit of it. From how pungent your trepidation was to the demeaning way he spoke to you. He let the situation play out before him, wanting to test your boundaries, filling your head with lust driven fantasies. He liked that reaction. You were giving in, falling right into his palm.

But when you started crying, it was over for him. Leroy Brown was a dead man.

The second Leroy released you from his vice grip, you stormed away from him, pushing past Sheriff Bodecker frantically with a barely audible whimper. Lee’s brows furrowed as he glowered at his business partner.

“What was that about?”

Leroy chuckled smugly. “Thought I would try and make some money off the bitch.”

Lee kissed his teeth, his jaw clenching tightly.

“Is that how you get all your girls?” Lee snapped. “By force?”

If looks could kill, and if Lee Bodecker weren’t immortal, the man would be dead tenfold from the severity of the pimp’s glare.

“Don’t act like you don’t do nothin’ wrong.” He spat.

Lee’s lips rosy lips turned upwards into a wicked smirk, pools of obsidian swallowing his sclera as the color drained from Leroy’s face.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

You carried on with the rest of your shift the best that you could. Leroy was gone as far as you knew, you hadn’t run into the man the whole night since your altercation. Lee was gone too, returning back to work after shooting you an apologetic smile. The air felt like it had settled without Leroy’s reign of terror. The staff was now interacting with each other, laughing freely and chit chatting about their personal lives. The same couldn’t be said for you. Although yes, you did feel a bit better now that Leroy was out for the rest of the day, something in you felt completely and utterly off. You couldn’t help but feel like something was going to happen.

By the time your shift was over, you were more than eager to go home. You hastily closed down the bar, wiping down the counter and putting bottles away hastily. When the front door opened, you nearly shouted with anger. All anger dissipated when you laid your eyes on none other than Lee Bodecker. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Hi, Sheriff. Leroy went home.” You informed.

He didn’t answer you, seating himself down in his usual spot in front of you.

“I heard all that,” Lee announced.

You bowed your head as shame and embarrassment came over you. You felt small. Like the tiniest, most insignificant thing in the entire world.

“Hey.” He said sternly. “Look at me.”

Hesitantly, you lifted your head and locked your weary gaze with his domineering one.

“Get your stuff. I’m driving you home.”

Your eyes widened. You were going to be alone with him. You opened your mouth to protest, but he silenced your words with a steely look. You knew then and there that there was no point in arguing. Nodding, you briskly made your way to the backroom and hastily gathered your belongings. A sigh of relief escaped your lips when you saw that everyone else was gone. No one would be there to see you leaving with the sheriff late at night in his car. Knockemstiff was small and everyone knew everyone’s business. The last thing you need is a wildfire rumor starting about an affair between you and Lee and Leroy getting a hold of that rumor and using it as leverage. You shook those thoughts away, not having the capacity to burden anything else after the day you had.

Circling back to the bar, Lee stood there waiting for you, stoic and patient.

“All ready, honey?” He grunted, a hint of a smirk on his face.

You nodded shyly, still nervous and apprehensive about getting into the car with the sheriff himself. Like a true gentleman, he opened and closed the door of the front entrance for you. The man let out a low whistle as a gust of cold air blew past you.

“What a mean ol’ winter we’re gonna have ourselves,” Lee sighed, shrugging off his leather jacket before draping it over your shoulders.

Your eyes enlarged.

“Sheriff, you’re going to get cold!” You protested, moving to give the garment back to him only for your actions to be ceased.

“Oh, I’ll be fine, darlin’” He joked, patting his full tummy earnestly.

A wild giggle tumbled from your lips, your hands flying to your mouth in shock. Expecting a strict look from the sheriff, you were pleasantly surprised when he simpered at you with nothing but fondness. The corners of his mouth quirked up amicably, round cheeks dimpling. Raising his hand, Lee gently brushed his knuckles against your cheekbone.

“Hop in, honey.”

With a giddy grin and a type of confidence foreign to your body, you pressed a quick chaste kiss to his cleanly shaven jaw. Once the door was closed, a grin that rivaled yours stretched across his face as he power jogged to the opposite side.

Sheriff Bodecker was a different person off duty. He still carried his usual air of sternness, but there was also a sense of light heartedness alongside. The first thing he did to start off your trip home was allow you full control over the stereo. This resulted in the two of you flicking through radio stations and listening in on the different genres of music. You took note of the way he grimaced at bluegrass, and how it transformed back into a more pleased expression when The Zombies started playing. The compact ball of nerves began to slacken and soon you were bopping your head apace with his. When you turned the corner of your street and your little house got closer and closer in your eyeline, your stomach began to fill with disappointment. It hit you like a truck when Lee pulled up to your driveway and put the car in park.

“You have a good night now, ma’am.” He bid politely.

Apparently, tenacity was the theme for you tonight, because the next thing you did was something you had never done in your entire life.

“Would you like to come in, sheriff? For a nightcap?” You blurted out, your boldness fleeting as quickly as it came. “It’s just—you’ve been so nice to me and I want to repay the favor.”

For a moment, he said nothing. Your nerves continued to rage until he finally answered.

“You’re too sweet, darlin’. I could go for a cup of tea if you’d be so kind.”

Cutting the engine, he gestured for you to stay in the car. You were confused at first until he opened the car door for you once more. The twelve steps from the cruiser to your doorstep felt agonizingly too long and too short at the same time. You fumbled with your keys anxiously, the sheriff’s hulking figure looming over you overwhelming you in ways you couldn’t describe. When you finally got the door open, you shuttered out an uneven breath.

Sheriff Lee Bodecker was in your home.

Locking the door behind you, you placed your purse and keys down before turning around to face him.

“Make yourself at home, sheriff. I’ll get the kettle going.”

“Lee.” He assured, grinning boyishly.

“Lee.” You repeated wistfully, your cheeks heating up at the taste of his name.

Fidgeting with your fingers, you forced yourself to tear your eyes away from him and make your way to the kitchen where you got right down to business.

“What kind of tea would you like, Lee?” You called out.

“Whatever you’re havin’, darlin’,” He answered.

Lee took the time to familiarize himself with the surroundings of your home. He noted the simple and cozy décor. Your living room consisted of a plush looking sofa, a matching coffee table, and a television that no doubt was the result of your vigilant saving. Your entertainment center and coffee table were the home of numerous books and other little knick knacks from bundles of dried flowers, crystals, and antique trinkets. A vase full of lilies was the focal point of them all, arranged elegantly and sat upon the center. His eyes drifted to you in the kitchen, body filling with warmth at the domesticity of it all. Your subconscious humming and eucalyptus candle you lit created the perfect ambiance.

You picked a tea that matched the aura of your home; chamomile with honey and a few sprigs of fresh mint. Fetching the nectar filled ceramic mugs, you placed them down on the coffee table before gesturing to the couch where the both of you situated yourself comfortably. Lee’s focus was solely on you. It was as if the outside world didn’t exist. Like his entire existence on this earth was contingent on yours. He sat right next to you, body angled towards you, his rosy lips wrapped around the mug sipping as he sipped his beverage. Simply basking in your company. This was a new light you were seeing him in. And he, you. The two of you were seemingly completely different people outside the confinements of Tecumseh. It confirmed your theory that Leroy Brown really did siphon the life out of everything.

Lee stretched his arm out towards you, cupping your cheek in his warm palm fondly. His calloused thumb rubbed soothing circles on your skin. Your lids grew heavy instinctively, your body responding on its own and leaning into his affection. It was safe to say that no one else had this kind of effect on you. There had been boys. Boys that had used their dashing smiles and juvenile charms on you in attempt to take you out on a date, offer them a kiss, or even more; give in to their sexual temptations. You always brushed them off without a second thought. Boys were never in your purview, not when you had an education to pursue.

But that’s all they were. Boys. Here before you, broad shouldered and clad in uniform, sat Sheriff Lee Bodecker. A man. And were you a goner.

“You’ve been such a good girl. Workin’ hard, going to school, attending church every Sunday.”

His praise had you in a stupor, firmly laying hold of your resolve and obliterating it into micro bits of nothingness. Suddenly, there was no other purpose out there for you to fulfill aside from being the object of his admiration.

“Saying no to Leroy.”

The sheriff drew himself closer to you until your noses grazed. Your eyes fluttered shut, lashes kissing your cheekbones as a sense of euphoria began to gradually unfold within you. Never in your life had you done drugs, let alone consume a single drop of alcohol, but you were convinced this is what it felt like to be high. To be completely drunk off of the sheer essence of someone.

“My good girl.” Lee continued to eulogize softly, his cool breath fanning your face.

“Really?” You squeaked quietly.

He chuckled, pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger. You were nothing like any other woman he ever had before. There was something incredibly endearing about your candidness. You were honest and open, every emotion you were feeling easily identifiable in your eyes. Purity was a breath of fresh air for the sheriff.

Finally, his lips brushed against yours before meshing together. While it wasn’t your first kiss, it certainly was the most memorable. The sheriff acted with unwavering confidence, knowing exactly how he wanted to move and then executing his actions with the utmost finesse. Your hand reached up to cup the back of his neck, the other one placed delicately on his expansive chest. As his kisses became increasingly feverish, you found yourself never wanting them to stop. You could kiss him until you were breathless and on the verge of passing out and wouldn’t care. You never wanted the feeling to end.

Big hands grabbed at your hips, pulling you onto his lap. You whimpered with surprise, earning a deep chuckle in response. Lee’s touches intrepid, wandering from your hips to your bottom, kneading your globes of flesh firmly. His lips unlatched from yours. Before your pout could even leave your lips, they reattached themselves to the column of your neck. The hand on his neck flew straight to his hair, fisting his chocolate locks.

He clutched your face durably, tilting it downwards towards his.

The sight in front of you made your blood run cold. You blinked your eyes multiple times, squeezing them shut and manifesting the vision away.

But it wasn’t enough, and you were too late.

You had let the devil into your own home willingly.

Eyes heated pools of onyx, he gripped your face tighter, persistently forcing you to look at him as you fought against his restraints. Terror coursed through your veins, eyes filling with tears as your screamed in horror. You wildly thrashed against him, full blown sobbing at this point.

“Hey. Hey!” Lee growled, jerking your form vigorously. “Where’d you go, huh? You were being so good, honey.”

“G-Get away from me!” You blubbered, another screech ripping through your vocal cords when his hold wouldn’t let up. “Let me go!”

The hand that wasn’t on your face went around your throat, upper lip curling into an abominable sneer.

“Shut the fuck up.” He snarled. “You listen to me, and you listen well.”

Your body shook uncontrollably as you anticipated what could possibly happen next. With the way Lee had a hold on you, there was no other option than to look him in the eyes. They were back to their normal state thankfully, the familiar azure that once comforted you back in its place. However, it did nothing for your qualms. As if you flipped a switch, he resorted back to his usual calm, stoic nature. The hand wrapped around your throat remained, serving as a warning, but the one gripping your cheeks loosened. Lee once again resumed caressing your cheekbones. The gentleness of his touch mocked you directly to your face. You were absolutely appalled that he could think a small gesture could alleviate you from what you had just experienced.

“Thatta girl.” He cooed, swiping your tears with his thumb. He brought this digit closer to his face, studying the droplet in a trance like state before darting his tongue out and lapping it up. His lips turned up deviously. His tastebuds went into a frenzy at the tang of your fear.

“I know what you want. Every single thing you have ever longed for, I’ve seen it. I also know how many times you’ve turned them down. Shamed yourself for simply wanting things when this world has given you absolutely nothing.”

You listened intently, taking note of the pity in his voice. Five seconds ago, you would have thought it was genuine. Now, it was more than clear to you that he was just good at playing the game. To say you felt like a fool was the understatement of the year. You trusted him. Allowed a pretty smile and charm to compromise you. You had let your guard down, let sin overtake you, and it had landed you right in the lap of a demon.

“I can give you everything you deserve. Just like that.” Lee promised, snapping his fingers. “You just have to give me one little thing.”

I guess this is what the saying “curiosity killed the cat” meant you thought to yourself. The demon’s small promise piqued your interest.

Sensing this, he concluded stating his case.

“Give me your innocence. Willingly hand over your soul to me, and the entire world is yours.”

You felt like you could faint, posture swaying. Your breaths became shallow as he caught you by your shoulders. He rubbed them sympathetically.

“I know, sweet one. I know.” He whispered. “But you deserve it all, don’t you think? You’ve done everything with everyone in mind, and what do you get in return? A bartending position at a shitty bar with shitty pay where no one respects you.”

His lips began to trail vehement kisses on your neck once more, working up to your ear and nibbling your lobe.

“I can make people respect you. Bow down at your fucking feet like they would a god.”

One last shutter breath escaped your lips before a series of wanton mewls became the only noises you could make. You nulled over his words. There was some truth to them. How many times had you overexerted yourself for other people only them to never pay you any mind ever again? Though you did good deeds out of the goodness of your heart, goodness had gotten you nowhere but buried six feet in debt. Without even realizing it, you had held back on acting on your desires just to please strangers who would sell you out for a measly dime.

“Except your god isn’t here. He never was. Now, you answer to me and me alone.”

You gripped his arms, nails digging tiny half moons into his muscles.

“Say yes.”

And just like that, your world as you knew it was never the same.

“Yes.” You breathed.

Your answer unleashed a whirlwind of chaos. Lee grabbed you unceremoniously, flipping you over and straddling you. His mouth was back on yours, kissing you with all teeth and tongue. Hastily, he fumbled with your clothing, starting with your top and working his way down. With shaky hands, you reached for his chest and unfastened the buttons of his dress shirt, jerking the ends from where he had tucked it in into his pants. His belt was next, your touch still timid despite the adrenaline and fire burning within you. The pads of his digits pressed against your bare core, the first ever touch from a man you had received. Your eyes went wide as a bolt of electricity jolted you. Lee continued to let his fingers explore, dipping into your slit and swirling in your fountain. His thumb worked your clit into slow and sensual figure eights. You tossed your head back; noises you didn’t even know you could make leaving your body. You frantically yanked his belt off, undoing his pants and palming his member.

“This is what you’ve been hiding from everyone, huh?” Lee taunted. “Little church girl is nothing but a little whore.”

Once you were slick enough, a thick finger was eased into you. You gasped at the intrusion; the sensation unfamiliar to you. Wiggling your hips around uncomfortably, Lee firmly placed this freehand on your abdomen and pushed you down.

“Stay.” Lee commanded lowly, his intense gaze locked with yours.

His digit began to thrust in and out of you, gradually increasing in speed as your walls began to loosen up. When a second finger entered you, all uncomfortableness dissipated. Now drowning in pure unfiltered pleasure, you were bucking your hips to chase your high rather than moving away from it. Lee’s eyes were pitch black once again as he beamed salaciously above you. This time, however, they didn’t scare you. No, the bottomless abyss of cataclysmic orbs represented the unyielding number of desires waiting for you; infinite. Your moans gained in volume as your climax rounded the corner.

“That’s it. Take what you’ve been depriving yourself of. Take it.”

The demon’s words were just what you needed to send you over the edge, your first orgasm taking control of your mind, body, and soul. Lee tenderly rubbed your core as you came down from ecstasy, chuckling as you twitched from the overstimulation. While you recovered, he finished undressing. The sight of the immortal being before you wholly bare made your mouth salivate. You had never seen anyone or anything quite as beautiful as him. You recalled Preacher Teagardin’s words.

“The devil will appear to you in the most beautiful form.”

Lee returned to his position on top of you; forehead pressed against yours, eyes locked, and member firmly resting against your core. Your heart was beating so fast that you were convinced you were about to go into cardiac arrest. There was no going back now. He shifted his pelvis, the head of his cock now prodding at your entrance.

“Say it.” He growled.

You exhaled deeply, savoring the last moments of your dull quiet life.

“My soul is yours.”

The demon’s member pushed into you, breaking your inner barrier and sealing the deal. You cried out in pain, eyes watering. Lee cooed to you soothingly, brushing your hair away from your face as he fed his cock to your virgin cunt little by little until he was seated deeply within you. The stretch was painful but inviting. You felt like you were being split in half in the best way possible. Something akin to vitality coursed through your bloodstream. Simultaneously, you felt like a part of you was being severed away from your soul. The push and pull of it all. Yin and yang. Good and evil. Life and earth.

Sacrifice and gain.

Slowly, he pulled out of you until just his head remained. He swiped his forefinger against his shaft, collecting the mix of juices and your blood that coated him. He brought his digit to his mouth, obscenely licking and slurping the contents on them. The sheriff moaned deeply at the last remnants of your innocence. Now, you and he were one. He plunged his cock back inside you, this time more earnestly, coaxing a pornographic whine from you. Taking this as a sign, Lee built up a steady rhythm, leaning back on his haunches and gripping your waist tightly. He pulled you toward him to meet each of his thrusts, effectively reducing you into nothing but his little fuck doll.

“Oh god!” You cried.

“Cry out for your god all you want.” Lee cackled, punctuating his madness with a groan. “He’s not coming to save you.”

As if you weighed no more than a bag of feathers, Lee flipped you over and positioned you onto your hands and knees. He persisted with his brutal pounding without a falter. You gripped the couch cushions beneath you, forlornly needing something to ground to this earth. Sheriff Bodecker ravished you, fucking you like an animal in heat. All you could do was lay there and take it.

And there was nothing in the world that you would rather be doing.

The vision you had of how your first time would go was completely different than the reality of it. You planned on waiting till marriage, finding a nice partner to go steady with before deciding to give yourself to them. But as always, life had something else in store for you. You weren’t meant to live a mediocre life like the rest of the residents of Knockemstiff. Lee had shown you that much. Now, you were tied to him for all of eternity. You needed him to breathe. You’d never leave him.

“We’re going to be so powerful together.” Lee hissed through gritted teeth, pulling your back to his chest. “If you want the entire world, I’ll give it to you. We’ll take it together. One. Miserable. Fucking. Soul. At a time.”

His savage blows would have sent you failing if it hadn’t been for his arms caging you to him.

“See what being good gets you?” Lee teased. “Answer me.”

“Yes!” You yelped.

“Is this better than anything that stupid fucking god you speak of could ever give you?”

You affirmed his question once more, nodding your head furiously as tears began to free fall down your face, the pleasure becoming too much.

“You’re going to come again aren’t you, baby?” Lee derided patronizingly. “I’ve only had you once and you’re already fiending for that dick. Do it. Come for me. Show me that you’re worth it.”

You shattered around him, walls clenching around his member greedily as your lust flowed from your core and dribbled down your quivering thighs. This triggered his release, causing him to bellow loudly from behind you. Ribbons of cum spurted within you until you were filled to the brim. The very moment Lee let go, you collapsed onto the couch. The muscle in your limbs felt like they had been vaporized from the rough fucking you had just received. Panting heavily, Lee laid himself down on top of you, his lips placed right to your ear.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you, darlin’.”

Arm linked with your husband’s; the crowd roared as the two of you walked through the parade thrown in his honor. You wavered cordially, looking every bit like the perfect docile housewife. Lee shook the hands held out towards him, flashing the people of Knockemstiff his signature smile. Sheriff Lee Bodecker had yet another election in his bag. It was no surprise to either of you. Everyone loved Lee and the second he married you, his image had only improved in their eyes. They thought it was absolutely adorable that his choice of bride was the shy residential good girl. You being the sheriff’s wife now held an important position in the community. Though it was no secret between the two of you why things were really going your way. But you both deserved it.

In the sea of faces, you caught the eyes of nonother than Leroy Brown. His usually strong frame was frail and weak looking, his skin pallid and damp with sweat as he met your gaze. A devious grin that never reached your eyes fetched its way onto your soft features, widening as Leroy’s panic grew.

In life, there is only give or take. You had given everything you ever had until you were run dry.

Now, it was time to take.

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4. Wind Dragon Ventuswill

5. What are the four ancient dragons?

Question 6 - Who is the most memorable de Sainte Coquille family member in the Rune Factory series?

1. Jasper

2. Herman

3. Sherman

4. Porcoline

5. Palmo

6. Beatrix

7. Who are the de Sainte Coquilles?

Question 7 - Where would you like to live permanently in the Rune Factory series?

1. Kardia (Rune Factory 1)

2. Alvarna (Rune Factory 2)

3. Sharance (Rune Factory 3)

4. Selphia (Rune Factory 4)

5. Rigbarth (Rune Factory 5)

6. Trampoli (Rune Factory Frontier)

7. Fenith Island (Rune Factory Oceans)

Tell us about yourself. (From here on, we won't disclose the contents of your reply.)

Question 8 - Please tell us up to three elements that you particularly like about the Rune Factory series.

1. Easy world view and story

2. Being able to craft various things by yourself

3. Being able to farm

4. Being able to woo and marry a character

5. Having fun talking to the residents

6. Being able to use different weapons and magic in battle

7. Being able to explore dungeons and collect items

8. Other (free answer)

Question 9 - Please tell us up to three expectations for the Rune Factory series in the future.

1. 2D type game drawn from the top-down/birds eye perspective (for instance, 1/2/3/4/4 special)

2. 3D type gameplay that can be operated by the camera (for instance, 5 and Oceans)

3. Increase the number of romanceable characters/candidates

4. Increase the number of love events

5. Love events with same-sex characters

6. Increase the number of daily chat dialogue/lines with characters

7. More voice acting

8. Increase the number of festivals

9. Increase the size of the field on your farm

10. Increase the number of dungeons

11. Increase the type of weapons and magic

12. Increase the number of types of monsters

13. Enrich the elements of the field work

14. Enhance crafting elements

15. Other (free answer)

Question 10 - Which title in the Rune Factory series was the first you played?

1. Rune Factory 1

2. Rune Factory 2

3. Rune Factory 3

4. Rune Factory 4

5. Rune Factory 4 Special

6. Rune Factory 5

7. Rune Factory Frontier

8. Rune Factory Oceans

9. I haven't played any

Question 11 - Please tell us all the Rune Factory series you have played.

1. Rune Factory 1

2. Rune Factory 2

3. Rune Factory 3

4. Rune Factory 4

5. Rune Factory 4 Special

6. Rune Factory 5

7. Rune Factory Frontier

8. Rune Factory Oceans

9. I haven't played any

Question 12 - Please tell us your favorite game in the Rune Factory series.

1. Rune Factory 1

2. Rune Factory 2

3. Rune Factory 3

4. Rune Factory 4

5. Rune Factory 4 Special

6. Rune Factory 5

7. Rune Factory Frontier

8. Rune Factory Oceans

9. I haven't played any

Question 13 - Please tell us the games you have played.

1. Fire Emblem

2. Xenoblade 2

3. Atelier Ryza 2

4. Momotaro Dentetsu: Showa, Heisei, Reiwa mo Teiban!

5. Buddy Mission Bond

6. Story of Seasons Olive Town

7. Harvest Moon: Friends of Mineral Town

8. Sakuna: Of Rice and Ruin

9. Persona 5

10. The Legend of Heroes: Trails of Cold Steel IV

11. None of these

Question 14 - Please tell us your gender and the gender of the main character you often use in the Rune Factory series.

1. You are male, and often use a male protagonist

2. You are male, and often use a female protagonist

3. You are female, and often use a male protagonist

4. You are female, and often use a female protagonist

5. Prefer not to answer

Question 15 - Please tell us your age.

1. 9 years or younger

2. 10 to 14 years old

3. 15 to 19 years old

4. 20 to 24 years old

5. 25 to 29 years old

6. 30 to 39 years old

7. 40 years or older

8. Prefer not to answer

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romanianwilkinson · 3 years

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MONSTER CAMP QUOTES STARTERS

A collection of sentence starters from the game Monster Camp. Feel free to change words and pronouns as desired. CONTENT WARNING(S) FOR: Monster Prom/Monster Camp spoilers, suggestive, cursing, crude content

“ I just have it here because [NAME] insisted that I offer it, as a marketing stunt. ”

“ And lastly, super-horny-type players no longer get a charm buff against tsundere types! ”

“ War machines don’t turn me on or anything! ”

“ I don’t wanna be weird, but do you mind if I climb inside of you and play around with your main turret? ”

“ A wine to DIE for, you say? Well, darling, don’t threaten me with a good time! ”

“ This one just says ‘ hmu with that reaper dick, daddy ’. ”

“ You on your phone, as always! Probably making blogposts on your Tik Tok page. ”

“ Yeah, you really don’t want to witness a repeat of the last time [NAME]’s diehard fans went without a selfie for fifteen minutes. My tailbone still hasn’t completely healed. ”

“ Now hold still, this will only hurt for a moment --- ”

“ Yay! You found a shenanigan! ”

“ My poems all have two or three emotions in them, AT LEAST. ”

“ CRYING IS OBVIOUSLY A COMPETITION TO SEE WHO CAN SQUEEZE THE MOST WATER OUT OF THEIR EYES! ”

“ No way, really? The way to WIN at poetry is by LOSING at life? ”

“ I dunno, maybe fall in love with someone who’s married and develop an opioid addiction? ”

“ HELL YEAH, SPEEDRUN! ”

“ It’s morbid, but... kind of romantic? ”

“ GASP! Google+? Are you kidding me? The psychopaths behind that global tragedy are here?! ”

“ Prison has changed me, [NAME]. Would you like to trade me some cigarettes in exchange for my fundamental dignity? ”

“ Undermining the laws of reality, subverting life and death, that’s the kind of stuff my followers expect. But CHEATING? No way. ”

“ Though we are imprisoned in chalk jail, we are free in our hearts. But our hearts are also imprisoned in chalk jail. ”

“ Um, no, I am NOT groveling. I am posing a dignified query to [NAME] that just so happens to be performed on my hands and knees. ”

“ I didn’t know you condoned playing the friend card to get free labor, [NAME]. ”

“ Ah, but saving the world doesn’t put avocado toast on the table. We indie seancers and necromancers need to pay our rent too, you know. ”

“ And as you know, I am illustriously Internet-famous, so if you could shower me with adoration and give me the pizza that would be fabulous. ”

“ Do you wanna fuck the pizza or not? ”

“ Are you ready to go swimming? I must admit, darling, I’ve always wondered what you would look like while... wet.”

“ Did you turn this date into an orgy without consulting me? ”

“ Gosh, I love it when you insult me! Please do it more! ”

“ Now who wants to make a baby? ”

“ What if she puts a curse on me that makes me magically forget the location of the clitoris?! ”

“ Hey, don’t knock wacky decisions that endanger us all! That’s how I always manage to stay a step ahead of my nemeses! ”

“ Oh gods, I’ve killed so many monsters, just for being monsters. This is making me question my entire moral foundation. I NEED MORE THERAPY. ”

“ I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again: fish give better pedicures than people! ”

“ You’re not tricking me into parenting a stupid egg. I’ve never fucked even ONE chicken! The egg is not my son! ”

“ You came to visit me at camp, Daddy! ”

“ Don’t be ridiculous, I know your brand of horny, [NAME], and this ain’t it. ”

“ I thought we both agreed to be nothing but vague and haughtily aloof about our past dalliances. ”

“ Point EAST, compass! EAAAAAAAAST! You dumb fuckboot!!!! POINT! EAST! ”

“ One time I was told a soul’s worst fear was bugs and I inadvertantly sent The Beatles. It happens to the best of us... And the worst of us. ”

“ SOMEDAY I SHALL DEFEAT YOUR FIVE STRANGE FEET! ”

“ Why do you keep suppressing your monster half? Embrace your true nature! ”

“ Wow. I didn't think this was possible, but I guess I was... wrong? About social media? Oh dear God, is this how grandparents feel?!?! Am I a GRANDPARENT?! ”

“ I don’t know! I was relying on my friends to cover up my bold and idiotic statement! ”

“ ... I ate the oars. ”

“ PSYCHE. The ocean can eat my ass. ”

“ So pucker up, [NAME]! I'm about to declare mouth war on your FACE! ”

“ YOU FOOLISHLY FOOLISH FOOL! You're showing our inexperience! YOUR HONOR, THE ENTIRE LEGAL TEAM PLEADS THE FIFTH! ”

“ That's right. I'm talking about a classic Transylvania Hot Tub, a Seth Brundle, and a REVERSE Reverse Romanian Wilkinson. ”

“ Sorry, I was in your ribcage seeing if I could use it to cut strips of crepe paper into confetti and then I got lost in your kidneys. ”

“ There's nothing sexier than a doomed romance between a dating sim player and a hot fictional character. ”

“ That's right! I secretly replaced one of you with a bear while no one was looking, to teach you a valuable lesson about the art of disguise! ”

“ Enchant my armor. I’m going into the lake. ”

“ For VIOLENCE REASONS! ”

“ This stupid lake monster called me short the other day, but I was too low level to crush him like he deserved. ”

“ That dumb wet dinkhole won't know what hit him! But it will be me! I will hit him! ”

“ No, YOU'RE a fuckshark! Also, what does that even mean?! ”

“ You seriously didn't notice the enormous needles those interns jabbed into your veins as soon as [NAME] got here? “

“ It all makes sense! The Camp Dome is just an elaborate ploy to distract us from the giant mouth that eats campers! “

“ This is the BEST show I've ever seen in my life, which is now at an end! “

“ Am I high, or did he just tell us EXACTLY how to foil his evil scheme? “

“ What, like a few severed heads and visions of my grandpa screaming in horrendous pain are gonna freak me out? Where I'm from, you can buy that stuff at IKEA. “

“ ERROR: Due to the sixth mass extinction, the slaying of leprechauns is inadvisable. “

“ Then why do I have half-finished scarves, decoupage, pot-holders, friendship bracelets, and a taxidermied rabbit in my skeleton? “

“ The wang elemental. ”

“ I also have an uncle who works at Nintendo as a copy machine! “

“ What flavor of ice cream AM I?! Now I gotta know. HA! You know what I should be? 'Pistachio.' Because my outside is HARD, but I'm full of NUT. “

“ I mean, life is a bit like... this sandwich! No, stay with me, I'm going somewhere good with this. “

“ A survival situation without any sexy fun time isn't worth surviving in the first place. “

“ Rut the RUCK?! ”

“ The ' ambulance of the heart ' is just a regular ambulance! Ambulances treat all organs! ”

“ Yeah, that's why I made sure that my so-called ' emotional armor ' was also ' actual armor '. “

“ And being yourself is the key to living your dreams, which is the key to self actualization, which is the key to being really good at sex! “

“ So hot I'd buy that even without free shipping. 10/10, call me some time. “

“ Hi, quick question: does it count as kidnapping if I'm abducting you so you can help me do a thing you already agreed to help with? “

“ I could be wrong, but are you just upset because you DON'T have a skeleton that's inside your body? “

“ I'm gonna get SO FUCKING RELAXED MY HEAD WILL EXPLODE! “

“ Whoah, whoa, hold up. You're fucking my grandma? “

“ No, [NAME], that is a popcorn bag full of more dynamite. Put it down. “

“ I hear that at least 70% of people on Patreon aren't murderers! “

“ If you want cash, just rob banks like the rest of us! “

“ Did it work? Do you feel any less horny? ”

“ FUCK YEAH, LET'S PUNCH THAT MOUTH IN ITS MOUTH! “

“ Yes... incidentally, we are no longer allowed to enter Italy. “

“ Is anyone else turned on right now? ”

“ Yes! Yes! I know what you're feeling! I suddenly see how marrying a corpse isn't okay! “

“ JUST LET ME IMPROVE YOUR SELF ESTEEM, MORTAL! “

“ Look, choose whatever you want, but I'm not responsible for whatever you put in your mouth. ”

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333sth · 3 years

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dove. (frankie morales)

chapter i. previous.

pairing: frankie morales x ofc (’dove’) no use of y/n.

warnings: mention of ptsd/military service, language, violence, brief mention of torture/kidnapping, injury detail, fighting.

summary: frankie was going to propose, until dove found the ring and ghosted. even santi can’t track her down.

rating: mature. wc: 1.6k

Dove was a nickname coined by an old general during her training. He was a traditional man, though not disrespectful. It was a term of endearment that probably softened the influx of powerful women breaching into the male territory. He’d drawled, ‘I ought to call you Dove – I ain’t never seen a girl so swift, yet so fuckin’ lethal.’ She kept the boys in line too, he’d noted. When Benny got too reckless, or Tom’s temper ran away with him, she was the first to snap them out of it. In environments where peace was a very distant concept, she played the peacekeeper.

One time, during a two-month deployment in Nigeria, the group was shoved in the back of an ancient pick-up truck for six hours. Dove was wedged between Will and Frankie, sweltering in the humid air. The stale smell of sweat mixed with blood and diesel was permeating the air, and they were three hours from the nearest checkpoint. To pass the time, she asked them what they’d do if they weren’t special forces.

That was easy for Will – he’d be a teacher of some kind. Benny waffled about sports, making some brash comment about how he’s got to channel all his aggression somewhere. Tom and Santi couldn’t come up with anything that suited them more than the forces, which was not surprising. Frankie would still be a pilot somehow. Dove had never seen him more comfortable than in the pilot’s chair.

Dove dreamed of owning her own bar or café, somewhere relaxed and laid-back. A beach perhaps, somewhere quaint and peaceful, where the air is warm well into the late evening and the waves are gentle, collapsing onto the sand like white noise. She imagined the hum of conversation meeting tinkling music, beach lanterns dotted around the decking to cast an ambient glow beneath the stars. Maybe a chef on weekends could make bar snacks. Tom had snorted at that, throwing a jab about how she can burn the water they use to make their dried food sachets.

The men had recalled this conversation, desperately trying to fathom where Dove might have taken off to. It was met with an aching nostalgia for the type of teammate she was too. That conversation had been a tactic, a peaceful one, to prevent the terrible concoction of adrenaline, exhaustion and heat forming an argument in that truck. She was a natural tactician as well as a good friend.

Frankie had recounted each country they had been stationed and exactly how Dove had felt about them. She had loved Argentina, even when she got shot and Will spent three hours with his finger crammed in the wound to stop the bleeding. But she also liked Jamaica, Brazil and Hawaii. None of their contacts in the forces had any trace of her, not even Santi’s in South America. Her family were none the wiser – they brushed it off, her dad mumbling something about it sounding like her usual antics.

All he had was a scribbled note that read, ‘I need space. I’m safe. I love you.’ It was folded neatly in his wallet, like he was carrying the last piece of her that he had.

Mexico. That was where she was. A small town on the West coast that had enough life to keep her occupied, and the guarantee of anonymity.

If people asked, she was a retired nurse, which wasn’t entirely untrue. She told them she spent a lot of her career in humanitarian aid, to explain the occasional jitters on a rowdy Friday night and the nasty scars. There was a particularly gruesome one leading from the base of her throat up to her bottom lip from a knife fight. She told them it was shrapnel, flung from a collapsing building, and she was lucky it didn’t catch her jugular. The locals had gasped in awe at her heroism. She’d flinched against the memory of how her own knife buried into her attacker’s throat instead.

A few days into her move, Dove had found what could only be considered a derelict shed on the beachfront. It was probably the remains of an old boathouse. With some help from the locals, she had restored the ageing planks of wood. What was spare formed the bar and some rustic furniture. She pieced together a jumble of second-hand bar stools, chairs and lanterns that made for an eclectic combination. It had character and history in its walls, rather than some swanky, expensive build devoid of any personality. It was exactly what she had dreamed of, huddled in hypothermic temperatures or insomniac in her cot at base, sleep beyond her reach.

It didn’t change the fact that every time she entered her bedroom, the old polaroid of Frankie pinned to the wall hits her like a ton of bricks. Frankie knows she took it – it was pinned to the fridge at their home before she left. It’s quintessential Frankie, sat with his arms folded to his chest, biceps straining slightly against an old denim shirt that was getting a little too snug post-retirement. It was at a barbecue, his skin tanned and flushed from a day in the sun drinking, tousled hair peeking out from the sides of a dog-eared cap. Every time Dove glances at it, she wonders if he still has that hat.

‘Of course he has,’ the voice in her head snaps back. Any piece of clothing she’d suggest replacing would be countered with, ‘over my dead body’. The man was sentimental, a little too attached to his home comforts. She’d also bought it him in a seedy gift shop in the middle of nowhere as a joke.

“To add some variety,” she’d said. He would never let it go now.

Once, Veronica had eyed the photograph on her mirror and asked, “Who is he then? An ex?”

Veronica, or Roni for short, had lived in the town her whole life until university. When she graduated and moved home to save money, she needed a job. Dove needed a friend, so she took her on as a bartender. She was young and giddy, but harmless. More importantly, she was too self-absorbed to notice or even care that her thirty-something year old boss had bullet holes in her back.

“Something like that.” Dove had replied, rifling through her sorry excuse for a makeup bag. She’d closed the bar early to have a rare night off in the next town over, which had considerably livelier nightlife.

“You never talk about relationships. Or men.’ Roni observed, peering over Dove’s shoulder to eye another photograph. It was a group picture of the boys, huddled in the same fraying booth in their favourite bar back in Florida. “Looks like you were spoilt for choice.”

Dove scoffed, meeting her friend’s twinkling gaze in the mirror. “Shut your mouth. They were friends from work.”

“Were? Does that mean you can’t set me up now?”

“They’re almost twice your age. You’d tire ‘em out.” Dove set down the lip-gloss she dragged out for special occasions. “Come on, I’m not getting any younger either. It’s already passed my bedtime.”

Thankfully, that was enough to amuse the younger girl into linking her arm and hauling her out the door to the taxi, no more questions asked.

The hollering of spectators and thudding of skin slapping against the mat was reduced to a distant buzzing in Frankie’s ears. It was dimmed by the incessant ramblings of Santiago and Tom, discussing the files Santi had put together on Lorea. He could feel the reawakening of his rusty military senses as he follows the familiar tactics, mentally registering his agreement or noting what he might do differently. He doesn’t vocalise it though, because he hasn’t even agreed yet. Joining the debate would inadvertently signal his agreement. He didn’t want that.

There was a shadow lingering in the space on the bench beside him. It was an empty presence, not Will, who was hooked on the cage of the ring yelling encouragement to his brother. Not Benny, thumping his leather gloves together with his teeth pulled harshly over his mouthguard, judging his competitor with a predatory glint in his eye.

The opponent was a monster, but he lumbered like his limbs were filled with lead. Frankie notes that Benny, nimble and tall, will have a breeze tiring him out. Dove would have joked that it wasn’t worth coming, that they’ll be sat here until their asses are numb watching Benny play cat and mouse. His chest twinges. Sometimes it’s too easy to remember what she’d do, what she’d say. He wished he knew what she’d make of Santiago’s proposition. She always saw through Pope’s glamourisation and Tom’s greed.

What Frankie misses while he observes his pitiful surroundings is Tom and Santi descending into a hushed conversation. Tom nudges Santi, “You got anything on Dove?”

Santi sighs, long and solemn, “Maybe.” As Tom’s face quirks in interest, he holds up his finger, “It’s just a hunch.”

“A hunch is better than what we’ve had in the last year.”

Santi takes a sip of his beer, casting a glance at Fish, whose eyes are trained on the floor and the swirling contents of his cup. He knows him well enough to know his thoughts are the only thing that have his attention.

“I worry about him. We all do.” Tom whispers. “Getting busted just made things worse.”

“Don’t get his hopes up, man. It’s nothing solid. It’ll crush him if I’m wrong.” Tom nods solemnly before Santi continues, “A friend of mine saw an ex-Delta in a bar, a woman. He knew ‘cause of a tattoo she had on the nape of her neck.”

Tom’s eyes widen. In front of them, Benny lands a sickening punch on his opponent’s nose, complimented by an audible crack. He’s barely breaking a sweat, dancing around as the guy heaves and stumbles forward.

Santi’s gaze doesn’t break from the ring. “Mexico. I think she’s in Mexico.”

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mochamamii · 3 years

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yandere!taeyong: monster.

part two: Here

▹ a/n : I tried to write something a little outside my comfort zone. I've been enjoying writing Yandere stuff lately and I wanted to do a realistic take on the after effects of being kidnapped by a Yandere, and ultimately becoming pregnant. Like I always say, this is an example of a unhealthy relationship. In no way do I think Taeyong or any other member of NCT behaves this way.

▹ triggers : this gets kind of dark and It's very angsty. There's no smut but it gets a little suggestive at the end. Mentions of unwanted pregnancies, extreme weight loss, kidnapping, abusive relationships, etc. Please take all of this into consideration before you read.

▹ description : yandere!taeyong kidnapped you and has been holding you hostage for months. Unfortunately you wind up pregnant and Taeyong has pledged to build a life with you, and your baby as a family. When Taeyong presents you with a choice, you realize that you’ve become permanently trapped by Taeyong forever.

your perspective

I grimaced as I looked back at my reflection in the mirror. My skin was extremely dull and paler than usual due to the lack of sun I'd been getting.

I looked nothing like myself, I had dropped a significant amount of weight in just a couple months. It's been hard keeping food down lately, I don't have an appetite for anything, and whatever I do eat I immediately throw up.

My arms and legs looked more like sticks than actual limbs, and places where I used to have feminine curves were replaced by hard angles.

I had even suffered some hair loss due to losing a drastic amount of weight in such a short period of time.

My grimace turned into a scowl as my eyes traveled down to my swollen belly.

I was reaching seven months pregnant, close to entering my third trimester. My body had become so thin and frail that it looked like I'd topple over due to my large belly.

My fists clenched tightly as I stared down at my stomach, as if the thing growing inside me could see me glaring down at them.

'I want you gone.' I thought to myself.

If I'm lucky, maybe this monster inside me will die of malnutrition.

I pinched my arm to shake the dangerous thoughts from my head.

I cut the bathroom light off and exited the bathroom, forgetting what I had originally went in there for before getting distracted by my own reflection.

The clock's hand on the wall just outside the bathroom moved towards the six, and everyday just like clockwork, the keypad to the front door beeped and swung open, revealing him.

The reason my belly is so big.

The reason there's a monster growing inside me.

Lee Taeyong.

"Honey! I'm home-

Taeyong paused as his eyes fell on me, "Ah, there you are. Were you waiting on me?" He questioned with a wide smile as he kicked his shoes off.

My eyes drifted down to the black plastic bag in his hand, I ignored his greeting and silently pointed to the bag.

Taeyong chuckled as he approached me, placing a kiss on my cheek, "You're impatient today aren't you?"

Taeyong leaned down to my stomach and placed a tender kiss on my belly, "Hi baby." He whispered.

I felt like vomiting.

"Appa's home now." He said with a smile before standing.

He headed over to the table in the middle of the living room, placing the bag down. I followed behind him closely, my curiosity getting the best of me. He kneeled next to the table as he fished out the contents of the bag.

"Don't you want to see?" He questioned as he paused to look up at me.

I blinked at him blankly, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

Taeyong smirked knowingly at me before patting the spot on the couch before him. His eyes followed me as he watched me enter the living room and take a seat in front of him on the couch. He never moved from his original spot on the floor as he continued rifling through the black bag in search of something.

"It's been a while since you've painted your toenails right?" He asked as he pulled the contents from the bag to show me an assortment of brightly colored nail polishes.

I sighed as I peered down at my toenails, the paint on them was still there from when I did them a few weeks ago, although now the paint had started to chip and peel in different places. I couldn’t stand the sight of my toenails when they got like that, I was actually thankful when my belly had gotten so big I could no longer see my own feet.

I couldn't do anything about fixing my toenails anyways seeing as I stopped being able to reach my toes a while ago.

"Don't you want me to paint your nails for you? Won't that make you happy?" Taeyong smiled as he looked up at me excitedly,

I had to fight the urge to smack him.

I don't remember the last time I felt genuine happiness. And he's the reason.

Him and this fucking fetus inside me.

He searched my eyes for something before settling with a sigh, "Y/N...I'm trying..."

Try harder.

That's what I wanted to say to him.

His hands moved to clutch mine, lovingly interlacing our fingers together.

"I'm trying really hard to make up for what I've done in the past...But I can't if you won't even speak to me." He trailed, his thumb brushing over my skinny knuckles.

What did he want me to say?

It's okay Taeyong...I forgive you Taeyong for ruining my life.

If that's what he was waiting on me to say he'd die waiting to hear those words from me.

"I'll pick a color for you okay?" He said with a smile.

He squeezed my hand before pulling away to look back at the different colored polishes.

"Hmmm...blue?" He pondered, he turned to wave the sparkly blue polish at me in hopes of a response.

"It's okay if you still don't feel like saying anything. I'll keep trying until you forgive me." He smiled.

Don't bother.

He crossed his legs in front of me, placing my feet in his lap.

He carefully used a cotton ball and nail polish remover to take the paint already there off.

Taeyong continued to make mindless chatter and simple conversation as he removed the paint from my nails, none of which I responded to.

I had gotten so good at training my ears to drown his voice out that it was easy for me to forget that he was even there at times.

That was until my ears caught on to one thing he said.

"What?" I questioned, my voice came out weak and raspy from not being used in a while.

He looked up from my toes to meet my gaze. His eyes doubled in size in shock of hearing my voice for the first time in a while.

"Hm?" He questioned,

"What did you say? Just now?" I questioned, my fists clenching.

He paused momentarily as if trying to remember what he'd just said, "I said..."

"Our family will be so happy, you'll forget about your old one." He said it in such a matter of fact tone, as if it was just a guarantee.

It was so simple and he probably didn’t even mean it in the way that I took it, but I couldn’t fight the anger that started to brew in me.

"Are you crazy?" I spat out, yanking my feet away from him.

"Baby...don't be like that..." Taeyong said trying to reach out for me.

"Stop calling me that! I am not your baby, and we are not a family!" I screamed.

I couldn't stop myself as my fists raised up and I began pummeling them at him in a fit of rage. Taeyong fell back a little, surprised by my sudden attack.

He acted quickly on his feet and grabbed my wrists in his hands and yanked me up from the couch, "Y/N, stop. You're going to hurt the baby if you don't calm down."

"It's not a baby. It's a fucking monster." I hissed.

His face fell into a look of sadness, "Don't say that. That's our baby you're talking about."

I pulled my wrist back out of his grasp and landed a harsh slap to his cheek.

"I hate you. And I hate this baby because of you. It's going to turn out to be a disgusting monster just like you are." I seethed.

"Y/N....please." Taeyong said gently, trying to get me to calm down.

But I had only just started, and I was ready to let my anger take over.

"How dare you say I'll forget about my family? Are you sick in the head? You must be." I spat.

At this point tears started streaming down Taeyong’s cheeks as he soaked in my words.

"Y/N, It's okay... I'll fix this, I'll fix everything so that we can be happy, okay? So that you can forgive me." Taeyong said between pathetic sniffles.

It only made me angrier to see him cry, I should be the one crying. He did this, this is his fault.

"No. Nothing is okay here. I could never be happy with someone like you. I could never love someone like you." I stated firmly.

I watched as Taeyong clenched his jaw, the grip he had on my other wrist tightened.The look on his face slowly morphed from sadness to anger.

"So what now, huh? You want to leave me? You want to leave so you can go back to your family, and your fiance? Is that it?" Taeyong asked with a dry chuckle.

I tensed up at the mention of my fiance.

His words were sharp and dripping with venom as they spilled out past his lips.

"Taeyong-

Before letting me finish Taeyong pulled me over to the door, punching in the code on the keypad before swinging it open.

I was hit by a cold gust of wind as the December air touched my skin.

The thin pajama set I had on did nothing to shield me from the cold weather.

"If you want to leave so bad. Go. See how much your family misses you when they see you're pregnant with my kid." Taeyong said with a twisted smirk.

I looked between him and the door. For the first time in a while I could see directly outside, I could see something other than the four walls I'd grown so used to seeing everyday.

Cars zipped past along the street, people walking along the sidewalk completely oblivious to the horrors taking place inside this house.

This is what I'd been wanting so desperately for months now.

The opportunity was being laid out right in front of me, ready for me to reach out and take it.

My heart was begging for me to run. Begging me to run far away from this wretched place and never look back.

I started to take a step past the threshold of the door before I was stopped by an abrupt kick in my stomach. A painful cramp shot up my spine as the monster inside me kicked a second time.

I couldn't go back home.

Not like this.

I couldn't go back to my family, my fiance, pregnant with my kidnappers child.

I couldn't do this to them.

I won't.

I’d already put them through the pain of losing their daughter, I couldn’t be the reason for my family’s embarassment by coming back pregnant. I had nowhere to go, and I knew I was defeated.

"It's all your fault." I said just above a whisper as I fell to the floor, my knees buckling under my weight.

I couldn't fight the ugly sobs that racked through my body as I thought about how horrible of a situation I was in.

Taeyong looked down at me with what I assumed to be pity before closing the front door.

He turned and squatted down to my level.

"I'm all you've got now, your family won't want you in their lives once they know you're pregnant. So be a smart girl and accept that this is your life now. Me and this baby are your only family now. Understand?" Taeyong questioned as he used his hand to wipe away my tears.

"Fuck you." I hissed in response.

Taeyong snickered, his lips curving up into a devilish grin.

"Soon. I don't want to risk hurting the baby."

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