#from the game void bastards

[dravidious]

Happy day after December 23rd. Have a great day.

#asks #loading screen tip #from the game void bastards #i finally beat that game last month #after it was sitting in my steam library 3/4 finished for like a year #it was okay

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

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⛧ PAIRING : Gambler! Mobboss! Yoon Jeonghan x F! Reader

⛧ TROPE : Established relationship AU

⛧ GENRE : Smut, Gambling themes

⛧ SYNOPSIS : Having sat next to your boyfriend for whole three hours, got you more more than just bored.

⛧ CONTENT/WARNINGS : Bratty! Reader [I'm back with this y'all], super horny! Reader, HardDom! Jeonghan, degradation, blowjob, hair pulling, cum eating, slight ass groping, slut-shaming, Daddy kink.

⛧ WORD COUNT : 1.4k

⛧ A/N : Jeonghan has me under his chokehold y'all. be scared

⛧ DISCLAIMER : Anyone who hates or doesn't like smuts can kindly block my account. DO NOT REPORT.

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You leaned your back on the cushions of the black leather couch. You eyed all the huge bunches of money stacked up in between the table, several different men and women sitting around the huge table as they anxiously anticipated to see the winner. Your fingers held onto the stem of your wine glass, swirling it in pure boredom you had been feeling for the whole time. But boredom wasn't all you felt, you had sat there with your mind wandering to places at the sight of your boyfriend – well almost sugar daddy – who sat with his legs spread, his pants hugging his thighs while his jaw clenched in frustration.

‘Fucking bastard’ You mutter under your breath, in annoyance, but making certain Jeonghan heard you.

His eyebrow cocks up at your curse, but his focus stays on the cards. He clenches his teeth while his hand stays on his cards. A low scoff escapes your lips at the lack of his reaction, you wanted nothing but scream at him. ‘Iniquitous Jerk’ – another curse mindlessly rolls off your tongue while you roll your eyes at the back of his head. Well who could blame you, you had been sitting there for three hours straight with nothing to do about the arousal pooling in between your legs.

You wanted him to bend you over the table and pound into you for trying to distract him in between the biggest game.

You wanted him to let his big cock sink inside your pussy while his hands caressed your ass lovingly before striking against the soft flesh.

You just wanted him and his hands all over your body, telling you to behave.

You sneakily slip your hand down to his thighs, your fingers danced on his leather covered skin. Before you could even have the thought of slipping your hand any further towards his crotch, you feel his fingers wrap around your hand and throw your hand away from his thighs – while a discreet ‘Behave’ was heard by you.

You stare off into void for the next few minutes, in pure arousal and disappointment, before you flinch hearing a loud groan from the other man next to you. And you look around to find your boyfriend smirking while his bodyguards take out three empty suitcases and bag all the money on the table. “Well played Yoon.” The older man next to you says while everyone walks out groaning and grunting.

After finally filling up the suitcases all the bodyguards eye Jeonghan for the next order. “Walk out, lock the door and wait for us. Make sure, no one even tries to enter the lounge, I've got something to take care of.” Jeonghan made sure only you were able to hear the last sentence.

He pats his thighs once he made sure the three built men left the suit, “Come here, princess.” You let out a scoff for the nth time tonight, “And why would I do that?” You taunt him, but seemingly Jeonghan's patience ran thinner than any other day, today. Maybe the man would have tolerated your behaviour for a few minutes longer usually, but today he had had enough of your little bratty blabbers through the whole night and not to forget, your scoffs and whines every few minutes had pushed him to the edge.

“Keep up with that attitude and I'll rip apart this tight little dress and make you walk out naked with my cum dripping down your legs.”

A low whimper flew from your throat before you could even have a thought of controlling it. And Jeonghan shoots you his angelic smile again, “Now, I'm asking you again, Come here, Now.”

You scramble to get yourself on top of his thigh. Jeonghan's smile morphs into a smirk at your obedience, but oh will you face the consequences. His hand comes down to the small of your back, and lowers till he's gripping the flesh of your ass harshly. “Shouldn't you start making up for your behaviour, and get on your knees by now?” Your expression changes to one of confusion. “Unless you want to be edged till we get home, and I still would not let you come.”

For a fact, you know Jeonghan isn't joking when he cocks his eyebrows while his lips part away. You swiftly sink down to your knees, your hands already working on the belt of his pants. Your fingers slip in between his waistband, pulling down his pants along with his boxers to free his cock. Your pupils dilate from excitement, and your fingers barely graze over his length before his hand is slapping yours away.

“Hands to yourself, Bad sluts don't get to touch their daddy’s cocks.”

There was hidden excitement bubbling up in you, gosh you were finally getting what you wanted the whole night. Finally getting treated like you were his slut, nothing but a cum dump for him to relieve his stress.

Your head leans forward excitedly, and Jeonghan doesn't miss the chance to taunt about that fact. “Aren't you a little too excited for a brat who was speaking nasty stuff about her daddy?” You barely try to control the bratty whine that emerges from you as you look up at him with your best puppy eyes. You knew well Jeonghan was weak for those. “Guess I have to give my slut what she wants, don't I?”

And soon, before you could comprehend, his hands intertwine between your hair locks and push you down onto his cock. Your throat constricts around his length while his hands push you down on his cock till your nose is almost touching his skin. Your eyes tear up quicker than you imagined, and your jaw struggles to take him whole. Jeonghan visibly smirks at your pathetic struggling state, feeling so powerful as he sits there leaning his back against the couch.

His hands grip tightens on your hair locks before pulling you back with a jerk. He let out a mocking chuckle at your state, tears were streaming down your cheeks and your lipstick was quite much smudged. He soon expresses a fake frustrated grunt, “Can't even fucking take my cock in her mouth like a good slut. Guess that stupid mouth is of no use is it?”

“You just caught me off guard” You defend yourself while angrily lashing back at him.

“Ah! Now don't you fucking talk back, get to work if that slutty mouth of yours is of any use.” You swiftly lowered your head back down onto his cock, while your hands were behind your back. Just like he wanted. Your plump lips moved up and down his base, while your tongue swirled around him making him throw his head back. Few strands of his hair flew to his forehead and his hands came down to slightly glide you around his cock.

“Fuck fuck fuck! Such a fucking slutty mouth you have baby? Always ready to suck daddy off isn't it?” His voice comes out hoarse followed by a loud moan. His hips try hard not to buckle right up into your mouth while his hands tightened their grip on your hair locks moving your head faster.

Jeonghan's hips finally buckle up, not being able to hold still. While his hands still your head, his hips thrust up making his dick hit the back of your throat for the second time.

Within a few seconds, you were breathing heavily through your nostrils – well trying to – and your hair was a mess under his fingers’ tight grip when you felt his hot load of cum, spill into your tongue – and some painting the roof of your mouth. Jeonghan's eyebrows furrow in delight and he throws his head back in a loud groan.

His hands take a good long lasting minute before slowly releasing you off his length with a ‘pop’. Jeonghan's heavy panting slowly dies down and regains his posture. He grips your arms and pulls you up to your feet, and makes you sit on the desk. He cups your face slowly, before letting his lips enclose yours. He could still taste himself on your tongue before he pulled away.

“Let's get to the car.” His words instantly make you exclaim, “What?!”

“Mhm, don't act greedy. You were such a good girl just now. Stay patient till we get home, and I'll fuck you till you can't walk.”

Jeonghan walks towards the door, and you follow him just two steps behind him. A scowl plastered on your face.

“Iniquitous Jerk.” – You spat under your breath. “Now, say that again, unless you want me to bend you over that table and spank your ass till it's the colour of your lipstick and not let you cum for the whole night.”

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[icycoldninja]

Don't leave me (Sephiroth x Reader angst)

Summary: Sephiroth's abandonment issues get the better of him in the middle of the night, so he goes to you, seeking comfort.

---‐------------------------------------------------------------‐--------------Sleep was never easy for Sephiroth thanks to the shadows, voices, and eerie bits of music that often plagued his thoughts. His mind, when allowed to wander, was often like a bitter, wintery blizzard, with everything swirling around in one, massive, confusing, mental storm. In order to keep the storm from growing too large, Sephiroth often kept busy throughout the day, focusing his mind on productive, stimulating activities such as exercising, scheming in his office, or tracking down Cloud and his accomplices.

However, at nighttime, when his brain was exhausted and craved sleep, such activities were very difficult to complete, therefore, he turned to more ordinary practices of keeping his mind occupied, which, unsurprisingly, did not work. Math problems were easy for him, as were crossword puzzles, spot the difference games, hidden object puzzles, etc. Sephiroth could work through an entire high-school math textbook in under 2 hours and say it was "child's play". This level of genius was purely astonishing, and also maddening, as his troubled thoughts, of which there were plenty, were also very disruptive.

Sighing, the man rolled over in his bed and draped his heavy, fluffy wing over his face like most humans would with a pillow. Why couldn't he sleep?! What would it take for his goddamn brain to shut off and let him rest already?! He was so tired, he could feel his eyeballs ache, but he just couldn't rest. Why?

The swirling storm in Sephiroth's head raged on; he closed his eyes and gripped his pillow tightly, trying desperately to remember what falling asleep felt like so he could ascertain whether or not he was making progress.

Several more minutes passed, and Sephiroth felt his brain fog over. He relaxed completely, willing his consciousness to slip into darkness and finally, finally, allow him to rest. He expected to plunge into fuzzy nothingness, but was instead met with a cold, dark, empty void.

All around him, he could hear laughter. Deranged laughter; laughter he'd heard almost all day of every day during his childhood. How he hated that laugh. Sephiroth turned around, only to find that same man standing before him in the familiar, pristine lab coat that he knew so well.

Hojo.

He was glad he couldn't speak; to utter his name aloud would have stained and corrupted his tongue. He glared at the man with contempt, wishing he would just leave already. He'd seen enough of that cruel bastard, he didn't need to see any more. Hojo smiled at him, his thin lips twisting into a devious smirk. Looking at it made Sephiroth's blood boil. Where was Masamune? Now would be a perfect time to use it.

Hojo's smile slowly faded, his expression turning from evil glee to disgust. He was regarding Sephiroth with disgust. How dare he?! Sephiroth watched as he turned around and walked away, shaking his head. Good riddance, he thought. He never wanted to look at scum like Hojo anyway. Turning around once again, Sephiroth came face to face with a being he never expected to see in a place like this. His own, beloved mother: Jenova.

Now Sephiroth was beginning to wish he could speak. He wanted to tell his mother how glad he was to see her here, how much he loved her, how thankful he was to her for his mere existence. He tried to reach out to touch her, but she recoiled, frowning in repulsion. What was wrong? What did he do to make her feel this way? Sephiroth was at a complete loss; all he ever did was for his mother, so why wasn't she embracing him? Why....why didn't she love him?

Panicking slightly, Sephiroth extended his hands in her direction once again, but Jenova stepped back. Shaking her head at him, just as Hojo had done, the entity whom Sephiroth had dedicated nearly everything he did to turned her back on him.

Now he was scared. The darkness was more than just that; it was an all-consuming maw mace of his own twisted, fearful thoughts. He didn't want this; he hated being alone like this. Why did everyone leave? What did he do wrong?

The stormy void closed in around Sephiroth, surrounding him in a cloud of fear. He didn't like this, he didn't want to sleep anymore, he wanted to wake up!

And he did, springing upright in a cold sweat, panting heavily. His wing flapped loudly against the bed, shedding feathers everywhere. He looked around and saw he was the only person in the room, this notion terrifying him even further. In a fit of frenzied hysteria, Sephiroth flung the covers aside and stumbled out of his room, not caring that he was bashing various body parts against the door trim. He ended up in the living room, where you were still awake, working on the couch. As soon as he appeared in the darkened room, you stopped what you were doing and turned to him, confused. His legs, clad only in pajama shorts, were visibly and violently trembling; an unusual occurrence.

"Seph?" You asked, standing up and walking towards him. "Are you alright?" He shook his head, nearly collapsing into your arms. You cradled him for a while, pressing soft kisses to his cheek, waiting patiently to see if he would explain the reasons for his distress. After a few moments, he began to sob.

"Don't leave me," He croaked, clinging onto you tightly. "Don't leave me too...." You sighed softly, before taking hid head into your hands and kissing him.

"I'm not leaving you, ever," You told him, running your hands through his long, silky locks. "I'm gonna be here forever. Don't be afraid." Sephiroth nodded, then sniffled and wiped his tears away. "Come on," You said, taking him by the hand and leading him back to his bedroom. "I'll stay with you tonight."

Needless to say, Sephiroth fell asleep easier than ever that night; the comfort of your presence, and the knowledge that you would never leave him lulling him into peaceful slumber.

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[kissesforsatoru]

PROTECTIVE MODE ON YAN FIC of yan Izana, yan Ran, and Yan Kazu who were sent to jail ofc and find out that you been getting targeted from other gangs and been getting jump, mug, threatened, assult- maybe the before where they were in jail and seeing sent photos or words were being passed and then after they get out seeing you at the hospital very badly injured and going after the gang themselves

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IZANA, RAN, KAKUCHO x GN! READER (separate)

₊˚⌗ izana, ran, and kaku finding out their darling is being harassed while they're locked away in jail.

⤷ cw : general yandere themes, light descriptions of injury, pet names (angel, baby, sweetheart; izana, kakucho).

notes : sorry this took so long guys, i got stuck on ran's section 😭

izana would be pissed if he found out someone was fucking with his darling while he was locked up. he thinks it's pussy to mess with him while he 'can't do anything' about it. if someone has a problem with him, they should come to him directly and fight him, not get his poor little darling involved while he's not there to protect them. izana has ways to get his revenge though, even while he's locked up. he has informants, people to rough up anyone that touches his darling until he gets out—and when he does, he will find them, and they pay for touching his darling.

"missed you, angel," izana hums into your neck, his arms squeezing tighter around your body. you visited him a lot while he was in jail, but it's been so long since he's gotten to hold you in his arms like this; he can't help but want you closer, closer, closer—especially knowing that someone has been hurting you.

he feels content with you, but it's only for a few seconds before he kicks back into his usual cold, ruthless self—his gang leader self. before he can allow himself any more time to hold you, and kiss you, and do whatever else he wants to do with you, he has to deal with the bastards that dared to hurt you.

"so, you gonna tell me who's been messing with you while i wasn't around, hm?" he asks, pulling out of your neck to look at you. his eyes are void and intense as always, sending a shiver of fear down your spine, and the sweet, lulling tone of voice he took with you just a second ago is now gone, replaced with something a little more dangerous, more demanding.

izana already knows who did it; five guys belonging to a gang that got on izana's nerves, thinking they were better when they were nothing but a bunch of mindless idiots full of themselves. of course, guys like that would go after someone weaker than them, someone easy—it's bullshit. izana wants to hear it from you who did it though because not once while he was locked up did you tell him you were being harassed; he had to find out from his informants, so this is your 'punishment'.

"i'm not fucking around, y/n. tell me who hurt you," he snaps when you don't answer him for a while. his fingers dig into your shoulders almost painfully, urging you to just tell him already. he doesn't have the patience to be playing games with you right now.

"i don't- i don't know their names, but they said they were from, uh- a gang called the serpents," you blurt out, not wanting to piss him off further, especially after he just got out of jail, and you finally get to be with him again. izana grunts but relents and lets your shoulders.

"go back home, baby, i have shit to deal with right now. i'll come back to you in a few hours, yeah?" he doesn't give you time to respond before he walks off. you know where he's going, and as much as you don't like the idea of him getting right back into gang business after getting out of jail, you don't try to stop him.

kakucho's first priority is you. before he even thinks about killing the bastards who dared to touch you, and he does eventually, he has to make sure that you're okay. your safety and well-being are always going to be his first priority. and depending on in what way and how badly they hurt you is what determines the severity of what he does to the guys who were messing with you.

the first thing kakucho does when he gets out of jail is go straight to see you. he's excited, a little giddy at finally getting to be with you again without the annoying and prying eyes of the guards, but kakucho is mostly worried. you suddenly stopped visiting him in jail a few months ago, making up bullshit excuses for it on the phone, so he asked one of the gang members who didn't get busted what's been going on with you, only to find out some guys have been fucking around with you.

if you didn't want to tell him about it, let alone let him see you, it must be bad. bad enough to leave you with visible injuries, surely, but he has no idea what kind of injuries you could possibly have. as bad as it may sound, he's hoping it's nothing more than bruises and little cuts. anything else and he might just lose any semblance of control when approaching the situation.

when you finally open the door for him, kakucho steps into your space and gently grabs you, look you over and searching for any injuries you may have. you have a cast on your wrist, and an array of fading bruises littered on your arms and legs--no doubt in other, more hidden places as well. at least they're faded, meaning those bastards probably haven't done anything in a while. not anything physical at least.

he curses while pulling you into his arms, hugging you tightly while also making sure not to hurt you. "why didn't you tell me, sweetheart? i have ways to handle things like this, you know? even when i'm in jail." he sounds like he's about to cry, and that make your stomach fill with regret as you hug him back.

"i knew you would be worried. i didn't want to stress you out any more than you already were," you explain to him, but now that it's coming out of your mouth, you realize that maybe not telling him and avoiding has made him worried about you even more. that much is obvious with how he's holding you, refusing to let you go even as you try to pull away.

"of course, i'm going to be worried about you! shit, y/n—" he stops mid-sentence, clearly a little bit overwhelmed at the moment. you don't say a thing and just wait for him to calm down and vent all his frustrations to you. it's the least you can do after causing him so much turmoil.

"i can't lose you too," he finally whispers. he pulls away from the hug and looks at you, his expression serious, yet tinged with worry and sadness. you feel another pang of guilt and you pull him back into the hug, as if to reassure him with the action. he hugs you back just as tight and the two of you stand there for a while, wrapped up in each other's arms.

ran doesn't take the situation as seriously as the other two, at least not in front of you. of course, he cares, he's worried, and he wants the bastards to pay, but he doesn't necessarily show it at first. ran will try to remain calm for your sake, to not freak you out with his anger because lord knows how aggressive he gets in fights, and how deeply he cares about you, too. even as he's interrogating you, ran tries to keep his cool, but he can only play it off for so long before he starts to get riled up at the prospect of some guys roughing you up.

"ran, some guys have been harassing me while you were in jail," you tell him randomly, unable to keep it from him any longer, especially now that he's out of jail. he just looks at you, that usual smirk of his on his lips, and he leans back against your couch, making himself comfortable.

"yeah? i already know. want me to do something about it?" he asks as if it's not that big of a deal to him, like it's just something that happens, which- to be fair, you know he probably expected this. ran pisses a lot of people off, makes a lot of guys want to get back at him, and you're an easy target to them, you guess. but still, his lack of concern or care for your well-being is a little bit surprising to you, maybe even a bit upsetting too. you expected at least a serious expression instead of that damn smirk, but then again, this is ran.

"no, just wanted to tell you." you shrug and sit down next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. ran doesn't respond; instead, he wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer to him while he pulls out his phone with his other hand. you pay him no mind and go on your own phone, assuming the conversation is over with, at least until a few minutes later when he locks his phone and shoves it back in his pocket.

"who'd you say these guys were again? and what exactly did they do?" he asks, and you feel a little smile make its way onto your lips—he cares. you wouldn't lie and say his little display of nonchalance made you doubt he actually cared for you, even if it was only a little bit.

"those guys you fought because they kept messing around on izana's territory. and they just roughed me up a bit, pushed me around and called me– some things.” you say, shifting to sit up and look at him. his thumb rubs along your waist lightly as he tilts his head in thought, seemingly trying to remember who you're talking about. after a few seconds, he looks at you, humming.

"mm... rin and i will take care of them. you didn't think i'd let shit like that slide, did you? nobody touches you without consequences, you know that," he reprimands your little slip of trust in him, but he doesn't seem to really take it to heart—that smirk back on his lips. it is his fault for acting so carelessly, so he won't blame you. he gently kisses your forehead before standing up and heading out the door, intent on doing what he told you he would.

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[sirenpearldust]

The Void

Pair: Azriel x reader

Word count: 389

Warnings: Angst no happy end, reader is furious, mentions of harming and killing, big fight

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‘You are really a piece of shit Azriel’, she laughed as her tears fell.

The thunder outside intensified, as did the rain, echoing the ache in her heart.

She composed herself and met his gaze. Wrath and Fury burned within her eyes. Azriel noticed they were void of any hint of love. He had ignited something else within her, something dark, forbidden and dangerous.

The house trembled as she spoke again, ‘May your soul remain restless, Azriel. I hope you suffer for the rest of your miserable life. I’ve opened myself up to you. I’ve told you how I had been betrayed, humiliated and used, and this is how you treat me? You promised you would be different!’ ,she yelled out.

Opposite her, he stood. His wings drooping, his head hung in shame and his shadows engulfing his body. He attempted to speak, but he knew every word would be in vain. Meeting her gaze, he saw no sign of brokenness; instead she appeared poised to unleash her fiery wrath up on him.

‘ Leave! I can’t look at you, you hideous beast, you monster!’, she spat. ‘ Eris was right about you, you’re nothing, nothing but a low born bastard nobody. Leave, or I’ll give you scars that will make your hands seem insignificant!’

His eyes widened, his tears fell, he began to sob. ‘I’m sorry,’ he cried as his face twisted in grief. He fell on his knees, begging her for forgiveness.

Enraged, she started throwing things at him, screaming for him to leave her alone and at his audacity to beg her while he had ruined them himself. He stood up, still pleading, before he could take a step towards her, scorching hot fire was directed at him.

Shadows swooped just in time, forming a protective barrier around him, shielding him from her blast.

‘ I said leave, or I will kill both of us if I have to’

Her anger fuelled her flames even more. His shadows started to struggle. Against his will they winnowed him away as he struggled to break free, fighting to be with her.

Leaving her alone as she had desired, she hurled more objects at the spot where he had stood and kneeled.

Unleashing some screams she destroyed the bedroom they’ve shared. Leaving it unrecognisable.

After while, she collapsed while sobbing, enveloped by her own grief. He had betrayed her, used her for his own game.

The thunder and rain drowned out her misery as her soul shattered and fire started to spread all around her burning the rest of their home.

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Notes: Don’t know when I will continue my other work as I’ve been really busy. Sorry🥲

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[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Your Astarion works have got me in a choke hold, I swear- and I'm feeling angsty right now 😅

So there's that dialogue in game, where Astarion tells you that he was locked in a coffin for a year and just- imagine ascended astarion punishing Tav in a similar fashion, and it's only after he frees her/them that he realizes what he did.

Tav meanwhile, is understandably an inconsolable mess and starving and has no idea what to do.

Okay so anon this request literally had a mind of its own and decided it would be great to just do the ascension scene but for tav cuz Astarion fucked up lol

rated M

Warnings, spoiler about Szarr family line, cult cult this is not good, trauma

1k words of PAIN

"Astarion! No, please! Please, don't do this! I'm sorry!"

Astarion has not stopped staring at the portrait of you hanging in the grand hall, The Hero of Baldur’s Gate. That painter you saved gifted you this as payment for saving him twice.

His eyes fall to your sweet closed smile, your beautiful handsome face captured in this frame.

"You promised!"

He promised he was nothing like Cazador… He isn't anything like Cazador, Astarion loves you. Oh, he loves you more than you can comprehend. However, he has to be fair even with his beloved.

His hand makes a fist as he tries to make excuse upon excuse for punishing you the same way that twisted bastard punished him. This… This is the lowest form of punishment he could give you. You had to be punished!

He releases his hand when feels blood, opening his palm to see the blood seeping out from the cuts.

Astarion eyes closed, you must be starving by now. In ten days he will release you. Just a few more hours. Then he will have you in his arms.

A thrall runs up to him, bowing, "My lord!" Panicking and out of breath.

"What is it?" He can't brood in peace.

"The– The coffin," Astarion raised an eyebrow, "It's missing, my lord."

"..." He turns calmly towards the thrall, "Gone?" He grabbed the fragile human by the neck, "I gave you one job to watch over a single coffin and it suddenly is gone!?" Astarion's fangs bared and eyes glowing with murderous intensity, "I should skin you alive!"

"My deepest apologies, my lord! I was caught off guard by–" Words choked out as Astarion's grip nearly asphyxiated the life out of them, "A vampire came from nowhere! She–"

"She?" Astarion dropped the thrall, "Explain quickly."

You were there locked away in the attic all alone with nothing but the creaking of old wood and the scurry of rats to fill the silent void. The darkness, Gods, you tried to picture anything in the darkness or sleep it away with dreams but all you had were nightmares. You cried, pleaded, but with no answer not even a ‘no’ in response. There was nothing, isolation, emptiness, a small space that felt like it was closing in, to the point of swallowing you whole.

Astarion told you for ten days you will be sealed away. This is the lowest form of punishment he could give you after what you did.

He lied to you and broke his promise, you should've known better but you are a naive fool.

Then the coffin opened, your arms covering your face as you had not seen the light in a while.

"Come on!" A little girl's voice.

You burst out of the coffin like a scared creature on all fours, your claws red with your own blood from scratching, but the warding seal had locked you away. Breathing hard, you barely can see before her young voice centers you.

“Easy there,” She reaches out to touch you but stops unsure if you want to be touched, “You’re not trapped anymore.”

Incognita the reason for your punishment: you stepped between Astarion and his murderous judgment to kill every last Szarr. Including one who disowned her family.

She is innocent! You showed proof and defended her.

"What—How are you here!? No, better yet you shouldn't be here!" Panicking as the girl waves it off.

"I wasn't going to let that asshole hurt you!" She helps you out of the coffin, "Here, drink this. Then follow me." Handing you a healing potion bottle but the liquid is clearly not a potion but blood. "I'll explain everything along the way."

The niece of Cazador Szarr found you as she has been watching within the walls of the Crimson Palace the new owner and thralls with spawns alike walking about.

Her uncle is dead and a new master has claimed his home.

She hates Astarion, though doesn't fault him completely for how he is. Cazador knew well how to make monsters.

"Thank you." You say as Incognita guides you through the deeper sections of the crypt. Your mind on the monster you love-- loved… Should no longer love.

Astarion, what has happened to him?! He swore never to hurt you the way Cazador has hurt him, broken him, yet the proof is the coffin with his magic to seal it.

A broken seal… He is going to know someone let you out.

Once outside the Crimson Palace, she takes you to the sewers. There is a hideout she found abandoned and has been using for some time. She explains that found a way to get out of the city and that she wants you to join her.

"He doesn't deserve you!" Defending her case once inside the hideout, "You aren't like the others, are you?" She has seen it. Astarion is cruel to you yet loving to you, it is confusing and all types of wrong in her eyes.

"To love is to be changed as they say." You are not sure you could explain to her why you stay, though it is not by choice these days.

"... Isn't that supposed to be in a good way?"

You laugh dryly, "Yeah. It is supposed to be." When you look at her you can't see why Astarion wanted her dead, sure you know why but she is nothing like her family members. Her diaries told as much. She tried to rename herself, tried to be better than them. The girl fights with her nature. A child vampire is not looked upon kindly and most vampires see them as wild creatures who need to be fed too much.

You protected her because it was the right thing to do.

"We can run away." She offers.

You smile, "You can run. He will track us both down if I run with you." You grab a piece of paper from the many on the wall, "Find the Devil's Fee, tell them I sent you. Tell them you will only speak to Hope. She can help you."

"What about you? You can't go back there." Confused as you remove a simple necklace off of your neck and put it on her, "(Name), what are you—"

"This is an amber with the blood of Lathander inside. May his blessing find its way to you."

The girl touches the warm amber and then looks up at you, "Is this a goodbye." You nod at her statement, "Find a cure. Live a proper life."

Astarion would and could rip the city apart to find you. If the search had not ended with a messenger bird delivering a letter with your handwriting and a location, Astarion might have started doing so. Instead, he moves swiftly to meet you.

Meet you in the ruins of the temple of Bhaal, there are bodies everywhere of what seems to be cultists who were trying to restore the temple. Runes everywhere, blood magic, glow whispering the abyssal language.

All of them speak in half nonsensical rhymes, but all with a theme about a prodigal child.

The temple smells fresh with death and blood, the symbol of the skull long gone and now a statue of a bat with ruby eyes is crafted into the stone.

"Never again will they control me." Your voice echoes, there you stand in the pool of blood.

The blood smells sweet, sickly, and wrong.

"Astarion," Your back facing him, "Thank you." You gaze up at the statue, "There is only one way to stop evil in this world." A conversation when he suggested controlling the cult of the Absolute rather than destroying it, "To control everything. To rip freedom from them." The room glows, the power raw, and has him dropping to his knees, "You showed me the powerful do not protect the weak. They enslave them! Forcing us to crawl, beg, and suffer!"

You summon forth your gift, the beast consuming your body and morphing you into a bat-like creature.

"I will never live in fear of anything, especially of you!"

#anon ask #reader insert #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion x vampire spawn!tav #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion x mc #astarion x reader

[weirdozjunkary]

I need to share my two cents on Prime!Sonic because I feel that he’s getting unnecessary hate from people (mild spoilers for season 2)

First off, I get it if you don’t like him for your own reasons. How he talks, how he acts, what he looks like, ETC. I am in no way judging you for your own opinion

What I hate about this is people saying that he is ‘not sonic’. He doesn’t act like how sonic would be. I’ve seen people say he rude or selfish, and I feel that they’re comparing him too much with his other selves.

Sonic Prime isn’t game sonic; despite the creators saying it’s ‘as close to cannon as it gets’. Sonic Prime isn’t the same as Cannon Sonic. The only reason why the series is ‘close to cannon’ is the fact that we have badniks, rings, power ups, ETC; things from the games. That’s the only thing that is like cannon in the story

But for Prime!Sonic’s character… he IS not sonic, not the one like his game counter part. BUT I think he is not far off from the original. Yes, he doesn’t act like his cannon self, but I think that’s kind of the point? I am a little biased, I love a characterization like this on him, I love me a little bastard. But to me, Prime!Sonic is more of a parody than the real deal. Similar to how Sonic Boom was. An over exaggeration of his character.

Now, yes, I agree that how he acts is… weird. He doesn’t listen to his friends, he messes things up greatly, he causes a lot of problems for himself and others. But I think that this kind of characterization is sort of a… reset of his character? At least for the story. It’s a character arc, the whole show is a character arc for him. We’re seeing a version of sonic grow from start to finish.

This idea is most prevalent in the episode ‘double trouble’, he says in response to Chaos Sonic annoying him: “Ugh. If I’m half as annoying as this guy, I really need to make some changes.”

And while I know that he does come off as selfish and rude, I think those words are a little harsh for him.

He isn’t selfish and rude, he’s dumb and impulsive. He leaps before he looks and assumes by only what he sees in front of him. Even in the final episode he assumes that Nine would be even just a smidge like his Tails, the ‘real’ Tails, but he ISNT Tails, he is Nine.

But the whole thing about all of this, is that he is learning. Shadow calls him out on trusting the fox to much, Rebel- heck- everyone says he comes to cause trouble, and they’re right, he does.

From what I’ve seen from the start of season 1 to the end of season 2, I have seen this hedgehog learn through his mistakes, even just slightly. Remember, each season is like 8 episodes. Pretty much right after his tussle with Chaos Sonic, you can see him become a little less annoying and a little more serious. He’s still a little shit, but he’s working to lessen that so things like this doesn’t happen again.

And for his actions towards people. One prevalent example I’ve heard people complain about is that he goes in for affection, when cannon sonic doesn’t do that. And while they are right, I think him going in for his hug with Shadow and Nine make sense for the story.

During the events of Prime, Sonic has been more or less alone, not truly alone, but alone. He has his friends stripped from him, distorted into alternate versions of themselves that have no idea who he is. And this, seeing all of this, it’s hurting him. He wants his friends back, he wants them to be fixed and everything to be back to normal. But right now they aren’t, and it’s getting harder for him to let go of that (proof with his thoughts on Nine).

When he sees Shadow again, he thinks he’s like the others, some other version of him that somehow came into the void with him through one of the Shatter spaces. But when he realizes that he remembers him, that he is the real shadow, he is absolutely ecstatic. FINALLY someone who hasn’t changed, someone who isn’t split into three or more other versions of himself, finally he has the real deal.

I view him hugging shadow out of pure joy and impulse, grabbing onto him and hugging him because finally he has someone who remembers their world before it was broken. Plus, I think Sonic is a tiny bit more physical with Shadow anyways (mostly through violence). I think he’d straight out hug whoever else was in shadows position if they also were the ‘original’ version of themselves.

In conclusion; I think that this little dumb fucker is getting too much hate and too much comparison to his cannon counterpart when he isn’t his cannon counterpart, mostly because the creators said that this show is very cannon accurate, when there’s only a few things to be cannon.

Criticize him all you want, I know I do. But don’t shit on him just cause he does things OOC when (at least I think) that’s not the point of him in the show.

Damn, that was a lot of writing. I just really like this dork

#weirdoz rambles #rambles #rants #textpost #sonic prime

[pieroulette]

ROUTE 1: HEESEUNG

A STORY THAT STARTS WITH A TEXT

2023 ・18+ ・15k ・YANDERE SERIES: ROUTE 1 MASTERLIST

pairing: lee heeseung x fem! reader

warning: cursing, panic attack, manipulation/emotional manipulation, kidnapping, mentions of drugs, major character death, descriptive death scene, murder (use of guns), violence, force kiss, mild sexual harassment, implied noncon (sa)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: rest assured my brain are now totally fried ^^ thank you for reading!! and reblogs, comments are always highly appreciated! they're the ultimate motivation fuel <3

| EPISODE 10: CARNIVAL |

The gut wrenching text in your glowing screen never ceases to mock you with each and every word.

[9:05PM] Hee01: sweet kitten, let’s start the game, shall we? Now, now, who do you think is the traitor sweetheart? :)

It fucking hurts that you wanna rip your head apart.

And when you think you've done enough crying and screaming to the top of your lungs—that your tears have gone dried and your voice had disappear into nothing—another one escapes before you can stop it.

As pathetic as you think it can be, you couldn't stop.

Your teeth gritted to its deepest core despite the possibility of it cracking, you didn't mind as your arms were shivering in a menacing pace as you had this another utter disbelief spiralling inside you.

How funny and pathetic you could be to stay fool like this, not aware of who the fuck had betrayed you.

[9:07PM] Hee01: still thinking?

Another piece of you were uttering a horrendous amount of questions in your head — questions that had no answers, going on and on like a broken radio.

Or perhaps, you were the one broken right now.

Broken like your trust.

Betrayal, betrayal.

Who could've possibly betrayed you?

It couldn't be your best friend who you've grown up with and have grown to care and trust — Chaeryeong?. .

But it can't be her! It can't be! I refused to believe this bullshit! There it was again — the same words that you utter and screamed a dozen times in your mind, convincing yourself that this is another game, another manipulation of that bastard.

Because you just couldn't believe that this might be the case.

Raging steps of the officers scattered all over the place which pushes the crowd out of their way to form a free path — those people had their arms caging that of EJ's helpless form, dragging him away from the scene.

Your eyes falling on EJ's pathetic form being dragged away brought you a sudden epiphany.

A shock wave of cold riled up across your entire body.

Jungwon! Where is he? Your eyes searched for the said boy but not even an inch of his presence was nowhere to be found — not even amongst the crowd nor on the stage itself. The boy was never present from the beginning of the festival.

Gritting your teeth in this immense pressure, you couldn't bear to get it wrong.

Your eyes fought it's best to blink away its tears but you couldn't fathom the possibility of how he, too, could be the one who betrayed you and EJ.

Possibilities, possibilities. What could be his reason to betray you? To do such an atrocity?

He was the one who brought the tape to you and EJ, if it was him then why would he even go through all that trouble in the first place?

For what? To fool you? It doesn't make sense.

Not even Chaeryeong herself could've possibly had a reason to turn her back against you.

Nothing, there was nothing! What if?! — Your eyes shoot up searching for him, what if this just another game of his to break you apart? It could be!

Your mind ran like a horde of horses racing through the sea of blood, searching for the corpses reeking in the mud. It smells musty, sinister and awful.

But no matter how you searched through it, the deepest depths contain nothing but an empty void.

You couldn't find a single thing of what one of them could have done to betray you.

Were you really dumb? Or were they too good?

Or have you just really thrown away your trust as if it was a dust within your fingertips?

You snap out of your daze as the crowds begin to dissipate—on and off they go to whatever they planned or wished to.

Out of blue you felt this ominous stare digging on your back.

Glancing over your shoulder to look up to the said group you've been wishing for their demise, yet there's no one but one boy who stood still behind the curtains covering the stage.

You gasped unable to fathom the expression of the brown haired boy—it caught you off guard but you didn’t let his dark gaze controlled you.

Next time, next time. You chanted in your mind, eyes darting from him to the entire place—letting out an exasperated sigh before rushing out of the venue.

A gigantic sea of neon lights along with cold breeze hitting your face as soon as you did so, sprinting to the pathway where crowds begun to leave and there your eyes fell on those who you were trying to chase for— screaming at them to stop at once.

"No! No—" you panted as you pry off their arms from the boy, "P-please he didn't do anything! What fucking proof do you have to arrest him like this?!"

They didn't respond rather throwing you daggers and glares through their dark gaze, red bluish lights illuminating the sharp edges of their face and silhouette.

They were firm, huge and strong — and they didn't seem to care even a tad bit of what you were saying which made you grew desperate.

Yet you tried pathetically once more, begging for them to let go of EJ who has by now given up, teary red eyes and gritted teeth. "Who did this, (Name)?!"

"I don't know! I really don't know!" You whimper, holding on to his leather jacket.

"EJ, please don't do anything! Just don't! They could hurt you or anything so please don't do anything!"

"What else do you expect me to do?!"

"Just listen to me please! I promise I'll get this over with as soon as I can, just— just don't do anything!"

It was obvious that EJ, too, were breaking down in this huge dilemma where he and you are unaware of who could've been the culprit.

This was never the plan! Both of you screamed into the deepest void in your minds.

You whipped your head at the remaining officer who had just finished from interrogating the crowds, "Please it's not him!"

The officer looks at you with confusion written all over his face but soon understands.

"There has been a witness proof, kid."

"Who? Who was it?!" your eyes widened in mild shock, desperate to know who it was.

"We can't say who. But consider laying back, you might be an accomplice as well with your attitude right now, kid." He patted your back before walking past you and there you could only watch EJ's form drooping in utter disbelief.

You knew that you and him had the same question running inside your minds ever since then.

Yet you can't let this pass and so you tugged at the officer's jacket, preventing him from leaving in which he turned to you with his dark eye bags that showed his restless and overworked days.

"Then help me please! My family, someone had kidnapped them!"

His eyebrows creased in annoyance, uttering words so fast you couldn't catch up but he eventually extended his hand asking you about proof and so you hurriedly turned on your phone, the bright screen illuminating the edges of your face.

However, someone behind you grabbed your phone and it made you fumed with anger when you snapped your head around to see the person in question — Taehyun, with a bubblegum sticking in his cheek.

"Hm?" The officer raised his eyebrows at the boy's attitude.

The brown haired boy with a smug grin splattered on his face as the flickering lights from the officer's car from behind you formed a hideous reflection on him that you were unable to fathom but this growing menace aura surrounding him had you frozen.

"Give me back my phone!" you reached out for your phone in his tight grasp but he dodged you so quick that you nearly stumbled to the ground.

“Please don’t mind her, Sir. She got some screw loose in her head after getting a few shots for the day." He suddenly pulled you into his tight embrace much to your protests, "Good job for today though! Didn’t had a single thought that this dearest friend of mine could ever think of to do such a hideous thing, how unfortunate.”

"Fucking liar! Do I look drunk to you?— Give me back my phone!"

"Are you sure bout that? She doesn't look even the slightest drunk—"

"She might not look like it but her boyfriend's are telling us to look after her so no worries!"

"N-no he's lying! Don't believe him!" You keep struggling in his arms and this somehow alerted the worn off officer.

"Kid, get your hands off her."

EJ slowly raised his eyes only to see the commotion outside the car window in which he hissed inside the car, squirming against the metal cuffs over his wrists and pathetic attempts to get off from the car.

Taehyun lets out an irritated sigh, leaning down to your ears whispering something so low only you could hear it, "C'mon now, (Name). Heeseung's waiting, you wouldn't want him to wait that long, aren't you?"

You froze.

Leaning backwards he did as he increased his voice in a normal volume.

You didn't move an inch in Taehyun's cage-like embrace till the officer wasn't taking this anymore as he nonchalantly told you to go off and not waste his time before leaving.

You could only watch as the car drove away and the window had EJ in a panic manner as he shouted for you inside.

Clenching your fists in pure agony is what you did as you threw a glare so deep in hatred at the taller boy.

“Give me back my phone! Bitch!”

“Ah, ah, chill.”

“I don’t know what you’re saying, you should've sharpened the edges of your damn brain first before acting with your pretty little useless plans.” Taehyun mumbled and then lowered his gaze at you.

“Give it back, you son of a bitch! I can’t believe you, he’s your friend and you’re doing this to him?!”

Taehyun’s eyebrow furrowed in amusement, “Friend? Last time I checked a friend doesn’t betray their own friend, unlike yours.”

“Wh-what are you talking about? What did you do!” You pulled his collar, forcing his back to bend to level your height.

“What did I do? I don’t know, you tell me.”

“I’m not in the mood of your games! I knew what you did, what you and all your shitty friends did! How could you? What kind of human are you? I guess, no. You’re not a human or even a fucking sane being. You’re a fucking monster who are all desperate for money!”

Taehyun’s eyes seem to darken at your words in a split moment but it soon dissipates and one more giggle emits in the air.

“So you knew, pfft. Obviously,” He paused, then his lips tugged up in a sinister way, “You speak as if you could live without money, though. I thought you were kleptomaniac, could you be a liar too?"

“Is that all you fucking got to say about me? Bitch, that doesn't work on me anymore."

"You know, I have no idea what Heeseung finds interesting in you that he had to go through all that trouble. But I guess, I can see now."

"Wha—"

"You are just like us, you just don't see it."

"The fuck you saying? You and I are not the same. I'm not like you who are selfish enough to use someone's body just so I can get money!”

Taehyun grins, "Are you sure bout that? You're just as messed up as we are, because if you weren't, then you wouldn't have known Heeseung nor end up in this shitty situation."

You froze.

"Because if you've never knew him, then Heeseung wouldn't have been the maniac he is right now if it wasn't because of you. You just don't understand do you?"

He leans forward, exaggerating each word. "It's all because of you."

"But gotta thank you for that, though. Heeseung won't even bat an eye or help us with our gigs but because of you he changed."

Silence, silence, the cicadas formed a thickening burst of faint claps while your claws dug deeper into the boy’s collar.

Your fingertips finding its way to tug on your white dress looking for a safe haven, was it really because of you?

Taehyun spoke in amongst the soft murmurs of the crowds behind your back, "(Name)."

"You really didn't know, did you?" a giggle escaped from his lips.

You flinch ever so slightly as his fingertips find its way on your hair as if to stroke it, and your expression screams "what are you doing."

"Oh, relax. There's a tiny bug." The grin on his face never disappeared as he showed you the crushed tiny red bug, "But you know, it's quite amusing."

"Heeseung said you were damn smart, and so he thought you would be able to catch up quickly when you saw us."

Still, a slight frown washes over your eyebrows along with the growing glare in your eyes, "The fuck?"

A giggle softly escapes his cherry lips, "Ah~ I shouldn't be saying much. But there's one thing I could say," He slowly leans forward, his boba eyes widened in each passing second as if to devour you alive.

"Sweetheart, don't you remember me? Ha, maybe you don't. But how about this?" an ear-wrenching silence ensues when he finally spoke.

"Don't blame me, I'm only doing what Heeseung told me to do." Taehyun giggled.

Huh? What the fuck is he— your eyes followed the necklace twirled around the boy's fingers as he playfully dangled the object before you.

Your world seem shattered to shatter as it the realisation dawned on you, the view began to dissipate in and out and it felt like it was the two of you in this place despite the enormous crowds cleaning up their mess, leaving through the exit, or still in shock over the previous ordeal.

“Now go and play.” and with that, Taehyun left with a smug grin on lips—leaving you frozen all alone by yourself.

You couldn't move, your eyes stuck in such a way that it starts to get strained because of how long you were standing there.

What the fuck? Knees weak, you fell on the ground as you all the memories from the past crashed right into your mind.

The dark room, a pair of strong arms that immediately pulled you and does unquestionable things to you.

“Mmmhhh!!”

The stranger's hands that found its way all around your skin, heavy cologne that you smelled on him even when you didn't see him because of the darkness.

The voice that you eventually forgot, words that surfaces right back to your mind.

“…….”

No wonder, you felt there was something downright odd by Taehyun's scent the first time you met him in the studio.

"Don't blame me, I'm only doing what Heeseung told me to do."

It was him. The one who had stolen Heemin's necklace.

[9:44 PM]

The sharpened edges of the digits splattering on the top of your phone's screen seem to put you in a deeper dread past another one.

Cold ice bites every inch of your skin as you rushed out further and further away from the venue, heading to the main street where you keep waving for a cab. you stormed off out the exit, searching for any signs of Chaeryeong or Jungwon.

The carnival, carnival. You panted. There’s a carnival situated around this venue’s area. Clowns, arcades, cosplays — everything was there.

Every moment under this thickening darkness — your heart pounded under your fragile ribs—reminding you that you had no one right now but yourself. The sea of neon colours hits your perspective as you looked out from the cab’s window, it’s lights illuminating on the edge of your face, making you tear-stained eyes glow and dance along with each and every reflection of this gigantic insect-like city.

Gripping the phone in your hand as you clasped your hand in despair, you waved your hand in attempts to get a cab but it went on and on and still you were unable to find one, before a police car pulls up before you — noticing your ragged form and your immediate relief.

You rushed over to the car, tapping the window in desperate impatience, “Help me, help me please!”

The officer were stunned by your ragged form, "Huh? What's wrong?"

“Help me please! My family! They had been kidnapped!"

The officer didn’t question much and was quick to let you in and drove you to the location, promising that he’ll call for backup soon. You couldn’t think properly nor answer properly and so you just nodded, scared for your family’s life.

Foot tapping the floor of the car relentlessly, you asked the officer for the third time, "How long are we still?—"

"Don't worry, it's traffic." The dark red hue encircling the edges of his face were something you could only see.

You gulped, impatient. It's okay, it's okay! I still had time, I'm not alone, it's okay! You comforted yourself for the nth time.

Pass, pass. It felt like an eternity.

A blaring noise of bells, roaring music and squeaking shoes overflowed through your ears and it had your eyes shooting up to where the source of the noise came from. This was it, the carnival Heeseung wanted you to go to.

You immediately went out, your heels stepping on the soil. “This is the place! They must be here! Let’s—”

The car door immediately closed before you as if to shut you out from it.

“S-sir? What are you doing inside there? We have to find my family!”

You slammed the car's window pleading for him to pull it down but you could only observe as the officer slips in a cigarette in his mouth, lighting up ever so lightly as he gave you a disinterested look, finally pulling the window down.

"What are you doing? You said you'll help me—"

“Here kid.” The officer pulls out a card from his pockets, a puff of smoke blows through the air as he pulls out his cigarette with his other hand.

“The fuck is this?..”

"Get out, kid. This is least thing we could do for you, be grateful." the window immediately pulls up leaving you speechless after you took the card.

Shaking your head slowly, “I thought you were going to h-help me?”

Then it hits you. Hard as a fucking brick. You scoffed. You let out a mocking scoff, your hand trembling as it clenches.

“No don't tell me.. You’re one of Heeseung's?!—” your face contorts in immense disbelief and yet the officer was not a tad bit faltered by your outburst.

You slammed the car window on repeat, rage written all over your face as you gritted your teeth so hard, “Fuck. Fuck. And here I thought you’re going to help me?!”

You screamed at the top of your lungs at the car driving off—leaving you in this pathetic situation.

It kick you right in your guts.

Clasping your hands over your head, you clenched your fists admits your pouring tears from your eyes, a fit of sniffles here and there until you wiped off your tears—not wanting to dwell in your misery— before heading into the main entrance of the carnival, the lights above overflowed through your line of vision and you felt lost at this vast space. Childrens and adults alike scattering all over this place.

Your eyes burned from all crying you did and the piercing lights from all over the place wasn't helping either.

However, you were most overwhelmed by relentless outbursts of noises coming from the distance and when you look over to the source of the noise; a stall with a wooden hanging board above—tarot card shop— with a long line of gleeful children and people in all age groups queuing with cards in their hands.

That brought you back to the card the officer gave you; a blank white card.

Was this the game Heeseung told you to play?

You went to the stall in a frantic pace—unable to wait in your dreading situation however your hasty actions earned a harsh glare from other people, murmurs echoes and harsh narrow glares were thrown at you.

You couldn’t wait anymore, you couldn’t wait but the staff told you to go back and wait and so you did, biting your lip as you scratch your neck in utter impatience every now and then—your feet unable to stay still, tapping it on the ground as you waited for your turn where the children queued up in a long line before you.

The thickening impatience spiraled over you, the moonlight glows so bright signifying that the night is still young.

Hurry up, hurry up! You shut your eyes as you screamed in your mind.

"Next!"

Your eyes shoot open as you realise it was finally your turn and so you hurriedly approached the counter where a clown stood behind it.

The clown's face were painted with twisted expressions that reminded you of him.

"Card?"

Snapped out of your daze, you blinked in utter uneasy you placed the card on his hand.

The clown seems to take a whole minute in inspecting the card you gave and suddenly he lets out a cackle, hands curled in a fist as if to suppressed himself from cackling any further.

You frowned at his strange behaviour.

It took him awhile as he bend down to get something under the counter, sharp sound of shelves opening and closing, and when he finally fixed his posture to face you again — a pair of cards was what he presented on the table before you.

Cards that presented a drawn out painting of a cat and a fox.

"Pick one card whichever you wish to, however remember that the card you chose decides someone's fate."

"Who these cards reminded you of?" The clown strokes his fingers over the cards with eyes that seems to scratch every inch into your soul.

And then realisation dawned on you, pair of cards—a cat and a fox—eyes that screamed those auras.

[9:05] Hee01: Who do you think is the traitor?

Heeseung's text crashes through your mind like a speeding train.

The clown gave you a long, deep hard stare as he watched you picked between the cards.

"Choose! Who do you think it is? Choose wisely, miss." The clown exclaimed each word as if it didn't hold a heavy weight on you.

Who? Who? Your fingers hesitates to find its way one of the cards. To choose. To pick.

"Remember, if you fail. There will be consequences waiting for you."

Your ears started to tear up to the colossal weight of reality on you. The multiple things from the game centre, joyous screams from children behind you, faint sound of photo capturing, the sea of neon lights dancing in this gigantic carnival that almost resembles an insect with all its legs on all fours.

Eating you up on your insides and fleshing your intestines out, devouring every part of your brain.

Who should you choose?

Bam! Bam! Bam! The roaring clap of crowds, the exploding sea of flowers on the nightsky, the overflowing round colour of lights illuminating on the cards before you had you drowning in downright dilemma.

Your mind once again travels through the passages of memories with Chaeryeong's and Jungwon's presence in them, lingering inside it's episodes to see what went wrong and who did the ultimate betrayal on you.

You trembled— tremendous wave of guilt washes over you as your hands keep switching back and forth — wanting to get it right but at the same time, you don't want to.

Tap!

With your eyes shut tight to prevent your soul from withering inside, your hand finds it way to the one of the cards in a swift speed.

Trying to flip it over, the clown stopped you and pulled the card away from you which made you frown deeply.

I'm sorry, Jungwon. But I never really trusted you in the first place! You screamed inside your head, hoping for it to be true but at the same you can't bear to see the truth.

Silently praying that you were wrong.

"Ah." The clown smiles. Thus, the music box in his hand turns opened and its contents begun to dance like a spiralling loophole of hell.

Were you wrong? Did you make a mistake? Your soul were draining from your body like a soap wiggling its way out of your grasp.

His clown face snickered upon seeing the content of the card and there he flips it over, presenting it before your very eyes.

"You were. .—"

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The clown flips the card of the cat and the true form was a fool. You raised your eyebrow in confusion.

His red bob nose bounces ever so slightly, "You're wrong! Deadly mistaken, that is!"

"What? No.. It wasn't him?.." you couldn't form words, "Are you t-telling me it's?"

"We never know, why don't you guess?"

"Don't fucking play games with me! Who was it!" You pulled the clowns collar, your mouth trembling in the process, “You can’t be telling me it’s her!”

"Aw, young miss. Why so upset? This isn't you. Control your emotions."

Utter distress filled you in.

"Relax, the game doesn't end yet, but how unfortunate it is that someone has to bear the mistake you made."

Your hand trembled in a frantic manner as tears instantly filled up the edges of your eyes.

“What?..- so w-what’s going- don’t tell me you're going-”

The clown’s red painted lips curved up in the widest twisted grin as if to mocked you so hard.

“NO! PLEASE DON'T DO IT I BEG OF YOU!” you pleaded, slamming the table.

“It’s not like you can save either one of them, miss.” the clown cackled.

“Now choose one more card! And we’ll see who’ll take your sweet punishment. It’s lose a limb time!”

“I don’t want to choose! I don’t want to! You can’t fucking force me!” you bawled in tears as you clenched your fists.

He tilted his head, “Then if you won’t choose, we’ll gladly do it for you.”

The clown's head immediately picked the card from the table.

“How about this, since you chose that boy, he should take it on himself then!"

"NO! DON'T DO IT PLEASE!"

You shook your head in desperation, eyes widened in complete horror, mouth drooping so hard saliva was streaming down your jaw. Pain, pain it was as it breaks every bone in your body. Scared and desperate, you took out your phone texting Heeseung.

[10:03PM] you: please!! Don’t do anything! Heeseung!

you were typing . . .

[10:03PM] you: HEESEUNG! Heeseung! Answer me!

Bending over your knees, you couldnt stop bawling in tears as you tapped the call button, trying to get to him but to no avail, you were left ignored.

What's going on?

“I’m sorry, Jungwon! I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry, i’m sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” you keep apologising like a repeated mantra. "EJ, I'm so-sorry!"

Dread consumed your insides as you begin to have a panic attack.

Your cries of pain consumes the place but no one can hear you as your cries were drowning in the roaring sound of the fireworks, the people too deep in their fascination for the booming flowers on the nightsky.

“Hmm? Seems like Heeseung had taken a pity on you.” you snapped your head so fast to look up at the clown with the phone on his hand, exaggerating each word of his. “You know the cafe all of you three went to once? Go there! He might be around the corner! However probably dead! It's just around here, right?"

Laughter echoes behind your back as you didn’t think even further nor hesitate but sprinted to the exit, fists clenching as you keep waving off your hand for a cab to appear.

But it was useless.

You ran around in this massive crowd, suffocating in pure agony as they passed and hit your shoulder in opposite ways.

Yet, even the pain wasn't as much as the pain you're going to feel if something has happened to Jungwon. Even EJ won't forgive you once he knew what you did.

Lips trembling, eyes darting in utter chaos, never faltering nor losing focus — you ran to the park, panting, your entire figure so ragged and tired as your eyes darted all around the park looking for him. “J-Jungwon?"

Soft strokes of rain drops dropping onto a stagnant lake from the distance, clouded and dull sky emitting a faint clap of thunder — a foreboding melody approaching each passing second.

Pit pat, pit pat.

You called out for him again as your foot brings you around, "Jungwon! Jungwon? Where are you?!"

"Please answer me!"

Yet the presence of the boy was nowhere to be seen, almost as if he was never in this place. However you refused to give up, still walking forward looking for the boy.

But something, or someone in the distance caught your attention from your peripheral vision.

Halt.

Your breath hitched, but a huge wave of relief passed through your body as you let your feet raced its way to her. “Chaeryeong? Are you okay?! Chaeryeong! CHAERYEONG!”

"(Name)—?" Chaeryeong's eyes widened.

"Chaeryeong! Thank god you're here— are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? I've been trying to call you for the past few hours, why the hell weren't you answering?!"

Chaeryeong whimper, her eyebrows knitted together and mouth trembling, "(Name).."

"We have to go, it's not safe here anymore! Somewhere, somewhere—" you grabbed Chaeryeong's hand, voice panting so hard as your eyes darted around your surroundings—thinking of what to do and where to go. "Fuck, let's just leave please!"

"How amusing."

Your feet froze, head snapping to the direction of the voice and you swore your heart sank into deeper fear when you saw Beomgyu leaning against the tree. You immediately pulled Chaeryeong behind you, using your figure to shield her away from the red haired boy.

"The fuck you doing here?!"

"Why? Can't I?"

You scoffed, eyes growing wide in such a way as to mock the red haired boy. "Just get lost! I'm not letting you get close to her! So get lost or I'll fucking murder you!"

Panic consumed your entire body that you just want the boy to get out of your sight. Your hands tightening the grip on Chaeryeong's wrist. You ain't gonna let anything bad happen to her.

Not now, not ever.

"Pfft!" Loud laughter emits from the red haired boy as he hold his sides with his arms, mouth wide open and eyes shut as if the whole thing was an entertainment show for him.

Silence finally consumes everything for a brief moment when he open his eyes, staring at you intensely but you soon realise he wasn't looking at you but at Chaeryeong.

"Yah, don't you wanna tell your goodie bestfriend what you did?"

Huh?

Suddenly, you felt Chaeryeong's hand trembled in yours, her fingers now tightening in your hand. "Let's just l-leave. ." she whimper in a very tiny voice, her head low as if to avoid Beomgyu's intense gaze.

This wasn't how Chaeryeong usually act. What's going on?

"What? What's wrong?—" you brushed her hair, worried to death if Chaeryeong was hurt anywhere. "Did they hurt you? Did they give you something?!"

"Fuck, I can't watch this anymore!" Beomgyu exclaimed as he pushed himself forward.

You walked backwards, alarmed by the boy's approaching presence.

"Yah, if you don't wanna tell her then I will." Beomgyu pouted, "(Name), you are too kind don't you think? Or maybe too dumb, pfft. That girl behind you are the reason why your plan are now messed up!"

Stop. You stood still as a stone.

You didn't know what to expect nor think about it. Heck, you don't know what to do about what you heard just now—from the boy across from the street before you.

"Y-you're lying.." stuttering as your eyes blinked in an unstable manner. "You're trying to ruin our friendship—"

"Then why didn't she bring your sweet, sweet family to the concert?" Beomgyu tilted his head in a mockery manner.

You froze in utter horror with every word escaping the boy's mouth—lips falling apart, the tightened grip you had on Chaeryeong's hands loosens as you struggled to accept what you heard.

But the girl behind you refuses to let go, tightening her grip on your hand with both her hands—tears now pouring down her cheeks.

"Is.. it true?" your voice came out more as a whisper laced with downright pain and even though you let it out as a question, you wanted her to say no.

Tears brimmed out of Chaeryeong's eyes as she started to shake her head, softly saying each word which turns into high-pitched at the end “Th-this isn’t what you think!”

It dawned on you and yet part of you refuse to believe it.

Your feet made its way backwards. What is this? What is this? What is this?

“NO! (Name)! I didn’t meant it! I was unable to do anything! I’m sorry (Name)!” she tried to tugged your stone like arms, you could only look at her with wide open eyes that screams pain.

“Wha- what did you do? What- What have you done?—” you choked on your breathe, eyes shooting up to glare at her. "WHY DID YOU DO IT?!"

You shoved her arms away, avoiding her frantic approaching hands in a way that shows how your hatred were growing stronger for every drop of the rain falling on your bare skin.

Chaeryeong shook her head, crying, “I—”

“D-don’t touch me! Don’t you fucking touch me!” you trembled as you avoid her touch like it’s venomous to your skin, “Bitch? How dare you betray us!”

You saw red. Everything was growing red as the pure affection you had for the girl seems to vanished bit by bit.

“Where and how did you betray us?! You knew it was important for us! But, but!” gasping for air as this ugly betrayal surges it way to your heart, "I TRUSTED YOU! WE TRUSTED YOU! I—"

High-pitched scream of yours made the cicadas grew silent, lizards went back to their shelter and only the ominous glow of the yellow lamp was what accompany the both of you.

Now, there was only silence deathly silence.

Chaeryeong clenches her fists while breaking down in tears as she continued to apologized to you on repeat, like a broken radio. Broken radio. But really who’s the truly broken radio between the two of you? Was it you or her? Should you blame yourself or her?

Who?!

“It— it wasn’t easy! I wanted to s-stop! But I really couldn’t escape from him (Name)!” Chaeryeong wailed in pain, hanging her head low.

Pit pat, pit pat.

Silence forms as if mother nature had seen enough.

A soft chime!

Your phone’s screen lights up with another notification from him popping up.

[10:03PM] Hee01: you lose the game. Now your family had to pay the price.

[10:03PM] Hee01 has attached an image.

Your breath had caught up on your throat the moment your eyes fell on the attached image he sent to you.

He was too cruel, too cruel, too fucking evil.

Cupping your mouth with your immense trembling hands as tears overflowed out from your eyes for a dozen times.

"(N-name)?.."

Your parents had their heads tied around on a noose as they were laid on a place you couldn't understand where it was from.

[10:05PM] Hee01: let's play another game, shall we?

You were lost at words as if your system had shut down, the horror of this betrayal was something you couldn't bear to have a thought of anymore and now you had to go through another miserable pain.

Your heels spun around in a throbbing pain in your veins as if you've been standing there for an eternity.

"(Name)! (Name)! I'm really sorry! Please where are you going?!" Chaeryeong tries to to grab your arm but you pushed her away in your solemn state.

“G-get lost. Just get lost..” you nonchalantly said it, leaving the girl behind despite her desperate protests and relentless apologies.

A faint clap of thunder, roaring its wrath to the tenants of this vast world. For some, it’s a joy for the crops to drench in for them to grow to their glory, for some it’s in a form of punishment and that someone was you right now.

One, two, a few almost like a soft stroke of the raindrop fell on your skin — disguising as one of your tears dripping down your face. Your phone illuminates for the nth time, every text from him was a pure hellbound tying you with him and you were hoping to cut it off with possibly a knife or a scissor.

Though how unfortunate you were, as you were fighting restlessly to cut it off — it was pulling you even deeper like a sandman’s lair. His lair.

There, and then in the midst of the roaring thunder and the mother-like pit pats of the rain drop — you stumble upon a kid in a raincoat, swinging his arms as he let out his little hops on the tiny puddles across the street.

Fuck, you thought.

The long and wet, grey pathway. Your dress, hair and skin has been now drenched like you’ve drowned.

Laugh, laugh, how pathetic you were. Was it all coming back to you? The petty game you’ve started from the beginning? Karma has bitten you back, isn’t?

All because you sent a text, with a seemingly petty child-like games of yours and it has now been turned into a bloodbath by the very boy you fooled instead.

All the lamps flickered like a bunch of psychos dancing in a round circular pattern.

“I’m tired. I’m tired. .” a whisper so silent it felt like you had no one in the first place.

A soft chime!

A series of notifications pops up on your phone’s screen and you swore you can’t take it anymore as you read through his texts.

[10:07] Hee01: now let me explain our little game!

[10:07] Hee01: your little family and friend is hidden around in the city and you must find them before ur time ends, you got 1 hr :)

As if your life hasn't been shattered completely, you were proven wrong as you lose your footing on the ground — eyes widening in utter horror as you typed out a text so vigorously.

[10:09PM] you: TF YOU THINKING?? HOW AM ELSE I SUPPOSE TO FIND THEM?! ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?!!!!

[10:10PM] Hee01: oh honey, dont worry. I’ll give you two hints. Rooftop. Red flag.

[10:10PM] you: what?.. are you trying to tell me that that..

[10:10PM] Hee01: the night is still young, baby. You got 1 hr, that’s all u have. If u fail to find them all, their fate would end up of their blood dripping from their head on the street :’)

Distress etched all over your face as your knees bring you all around the city. Your heavy white dress that flows along with the cold breeze as you keep running, running and running up and down the stairs.

Wiping off your tears in a vigorous manner as you stride off to the street with multiples buildings around you and you felt that there was no hope for you to ever find them.

An endless labyrinth of misery.

[10:13PM] Hee01: time starts now.

Run, don’t stop, if you stopped — they will die. Don’t stop!

Your eyes shoots up up to see a red flag sticking up on the edge on top of the building's rooftop

Sigh of relief.

Eyes darting all over your surroundings and hasty breathing as you went insidr building, sprinting upstairs and pushing open the rooftop’s door and yet you were met with nothing but the empty voids of the night sky and the sea of neon colours of this gigantic city.

Where are they?..

You almost want to cry again. If you want, you could've jump from this building just so you can end this pure torture that Heeseung puts you in through.

But you know you can't, you can't!

You walked slowly to the edge of the building and there your breath were suck out from your lungs when you notice the numerous red flags sticking on every rooftop you can ever see.

You clasped your head in your hand, bawling so loud that there's no way you could find your parents in all these buildings.

Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

[10:19PM]

You should be getting up on your feet right now, you should be but why, why can't you stand?

[10:27PM]

You still haven't got over Chaeryeong's betrayal and here you were on the edge of your life trying holding yourself back together, but everything seems to be useless at this point.

Soft chime!

[10:39PM] Hee01: have you found them?

[10:39PM]

The glowing screen of your phone had by now been drowned by your tears.

The entirety of this huge pressure made you gave up. It was too much to bear. You keep panting and panting, searching for an air to breathe but it your lungs ache, pure fear of what could happen if the timer runs out and you weren't able to save them or more frightening was, not even one of them.

But your feet still won't stand up on its own.

It's all over, isn't?

“(Name)?!”

You slowly look up to see those familiar feline eyes. You burst into tears letting out small apologies for accusing him as a traitor and finally told him everything of what had happened to you today including Chaeyeong — it was too much to bear, apparently.

“It’s okay, I cannot guarantee I won’t do the same thing too if I was in your shoes.” Jungwon comforted you.

You nodded, tears forming in your eyes but then your gaze fell on his bandaged hand. “W-what happened to your?—” and Jungwon seem to catch up fast as his left hand brushes it over.

“Oh, it's nothing! Got on an accident earlier, it's nothing serious.”

“But it seems really serious, are you sure you’re fine?’

Your hoarse voice made Jungwon realise how consumed you were with fatigue but he chose to remain silent.

“Yeah I’m fine!” Jungwon tries to pull up a smile as he helps you get up on your wobbly feet. “C’mon, we don’t have enough time anymore. Let’s find them okay?”

Jungwon and you scattered all around the city searching for the red flags hoarding over the rooftops.

Rush footsteps echoes all over the stairs as the two of you barges into the rooftop. An enormous weight of pressure were suddenly released from your chest when you finally found your parents.

Cry, cry.

“Mom! Dad!” you knelt before them, helping them up but soon you notice that they were given drugs so they’re in an unconcious state.

It took you and Jungwon a sudden realisation that it will take you a horrendous amount of time to carry them both.

However, both of you kept going on.

You carried your mother on your back as best as you can while your father on Jungwon’s, your knees was burning in horrendous pain as you went down the stairs, being careful as you as to not accidentally letting them off.

The circular motion of this stairs are starting to make your head feel light, your eyes forming dust and air.

Jungwon notices you and tried to get your senses back, “(Name)! We’re almost there!”

After dropping off your parents inside a bar with an excuse of them being drunk and that you'll come back later — you and Jungwon once again wander limitlessly across the streets, repeating the same action over and over again in the midst of the joyous music of this city.

“This won’t do, we have to split up.” Jungwon pants as he put his hands on his knees.

You nodded, spinning your heels around but before you do, you shouted for Jungwon, “Be careful please!”

Jungwon was taken aback but nodded in return

You didn’t know why you said that out of blue but somehow you already had this growing fear inside you that he, too, could possibly lose his life for helping you like this. You were afraid that something might happen out of nowhere, you can’t rest nor take a moment to think properly — you were running out of time and you swore your head was about to burst.

Was this what Heeseung really wanted?

You keep searching and searching for them, for EJ and your sister. But you weren't sure whether they're on the same rooftop or being separated from each other plus another problem was the rooftop of each building had no longer red flags on top of them so you were going back and forth, circling each intersection and blocks. But don’t worry, you still had time.

I still had enough time!—

Bam!

A full crowd of high-pitched screams suddenly emits high up in the air which had you clasped your head in your hands instantly but you turned around to see crowds gathering in a certain spot and then you looked up only for your stomach to churned in utter fear.

There it was, the red flag dancing with the cold breeze on the top of the building.

No, it can’t be. You let out an awkward laugh as you brought your attention back to the gathered crowd.

Tap, tap, your heels formed a faint soft clicks as you approached the crowd, looking down to your phone

[10:53PM]

You still had time. . .

You still had 10 minutes left before the timer ends so this can’t be.

This must a pure joke, isn’t? Your hand shivered but you stopped it, still giggling inside your empty void.

Tap, tap.

Tap, tap.

Tap, tap.

And as you find your way in to the crowd, you were met with the gruesome sight of the lifeless body on the ground and you found yourself unable to move as if your system had shut down. Your brain unable to hold it’s cells for you to think, your heart unable to move so it can pump up blood to your entire body, your lips had gone pale and your pupils dilated to the canvas of horror laying before you.

You fall before it.

Soft chime!

The canvas of horror holding this familiar and gentle brown hair, eyes that hold sincerity inside it which was now left open as if it’s looking up to the air, lips had gone pale and purple as if he had died instantly as soon as his head hitted the ground.

EJ.

—Soft chime!

You couldn’t stop yourself from shaking violently nor held yourself together from falling apart on this cold, rough street. You couldn’t cry, though. The crowds had gathered around the lifeless body of him you couldn’t open your eyes for.

You spoke silently, breaking down inside, “I- still had 20 minutes l-left. .”

You couldn’t stop choking on your breathe, clasping your head when you look up to the rooftop from where you left him initially. W-what’s going on?..

You couldn’t see Jungwon, you couldn’t see him. But there he was, with the expression mirroring yours as he approached the lifeless corpse on your arms. This enormous weight pulling you down even deeper into this empty void.

“Why. . why are you here?” your hand frantically brushes over EJ’s face, a complete contrast from your dead expression, “No, come back. C-come back.”

Too deep in your labyrinth of despair, you failed to notice Jungwon falling behind you—emptiness circulating in his eyes. But he tries to quickly regained his composure, wiping off his tears before pulling out his phone to call for the ambulance.

His hands trembling with the phone within his grasp, his voice stuttering as he tells them your current location.

Another soft chime! And yet you ignored it, eyes with dried tears staring into the empty space hold EJ's freezing hands in yours.

"Why are you so cold?.." you choked on your throat, the freezing weather making your nose aches with every tiny sniff.

Your ears were muffled with this drowning and growing bass and yet despite all of that you could hear ambience Jungwon's desperate voice calling for the emergency.

He's dead.. Why are you still trying? You asked Jungwon deep inside your mind. You couldn’t believe either, was that really the last time you would’ve ever talk to EJ?

“EJ! Remember don’t do anything! Just stay calm! I’ll save you later, I promise!”

Another chime, two, three, four, five, countless of tings emerges from your phone which then results in the gaze of the gathered crowds on you.

Ha, you failed. You failed to keep your promise.. to him.

“(Name)! (Name)!” Jungwon tugs your shirt in hopes to get you back.

Snapped out from your spiraling anguish, your look at the boy beside you with heavy eyes.

"Your phone."

Shaky fingers taps the numerous notifications from him. You're unable to comprehend the texts on your screen as your chest and heart were overflowing with too much anguish from the body laying before you.

This familiar name. Another enormous weight falls on you just after another.

[11:06PM] Hee01: attached an image.

[11:06PM] Hee01: I miss u :( I'm sure your sister miss you too so u better hurry up

From the distance, something caught your attention. A dark, black car pulls up across from the street and you instantly recognized who it belongs to.

Heavy eyes falling back on the lifeless boy on the ground before you, your lips trembled as your fingers stroked his cold rosy cheeks and down to his dry chapped lips that was once full of life.

"Just go, (Name). I'll handle this, just leave your parents to me." a voice like a stroke of a feather as Jungwon's head lies low, you knew that he too were unable to cry nor scream as you both have thought that you two could've save him.

That you still had time.

Silence, silence.

You remained silent throughout the entire drive to the church where Heeseung and your sister was. Curling into your knees, head buried deep inside, only hearing your slow breath amidst the sound of the radio of the car.

Though, the radio seems to be broken.

Broken like you are.

The enormous weight and heavy pressure this snowy dress you had on you is so painful you couldn’t bear to take another step to the colossal church waiting for you across the path.

But you still did, you still kept going on — pushing the enormous main door and there your eyes met his.

The same eyes you grew to despise, love, disgust, loathe, despair for.

Small, slow steps you took as you cross the aisle. The church was so high up to the intricate patterned ceiling, the dark brown painted walls, the holy statues and the entire vibe of this place that was supposed to give you serenity feeling but the devil himself was standing across from you with a wicked smile adorning his face.

“Ah, at last, my darling. You’re here.” Heeseung opens his arms wide for you.

But the only person you had your utmost attention for was your sister, Chaewon who was laid against the wall, blood dripping from her head all the way down to her cheek. For awhile, you thought she was unconscious but you realise that it was far from that by her heavy eyes and fatigued form.

“Unnie!”

Before you could approach your sister, Heeseung stood before you with a smug grin on his face which turn into a pout, “How rude, don’t you miss me though?”

Seeing his face made you wanted to punch him and curse at him for eternity but you can't, not when your sister were right there, a few more meters away from you.

“You fucking dare even ask me that?” your face contorts into utter disgust which doesn’t affects him a tad bit.

"Feisty, I like that." Heeseung grinned as he wrapped his hand around your wrist, pulling you into his embrace despite your protests. “Look at you, so ragged and so tired. I must have made it so hard for you to enjoy your night out, did I?”

It was only now that you notice the presence of an old priest in his all-black attire when you glance over Heeseung's shoulder It gave you a uneasy feeling. What is this. You just wanted this bullshit to end for once and for all.

“You did such a good job playing the game I made for you, now let me see,” He strokes your face with his fingers, eyes scanning every edge of your face, “I’m glad your face is as pretty as it is, all mine.”

His voice caressing your ears irked you so much— Pretty. Mine. All mine.

Your hard and cold demeanour finally broke over his softened ones, you seriously can’t take this twisted words of his.

You suppressed the need to choke on your throat and gather your courage, your lips unable to control itself anymore. “W-what do you want? Please. Let’s just get this over with.”

“Oh, darling. Why are you rushing? We all had the time we needed in this world! Don’t we?”

“I don’t have any fucking time to play your little games!” Finally, tears spilled from your eyes as you pushed him away, “Tell me what do you want me to do just so you can let go of my family!”

Broken you were, helpless you felt as you dug your claws beneath your palms. You just wanted to fall on the floor and crouch in your little world because you were so betrayed by what she did, by what Chaeryeong did. By EJ's death, his lifeless body flashing through your mind. Your sister's worn out form against the wall.

Everything, everything fucking hurts as you shoot a glare full of hatred towards the man standing before you.

A mocking sigh emits from the young man. “How impatient. But fine.”

Your teary eyes shooted up to meet his lovesick gaze, “What?”

“Darling, you’re too dense, aren’t you?” Heeseung giggled, gesturing to the priest standing before you, “Remember? You agreed to marry me.”

You shook your head in a pathetic, small way. "No.."

“Marry me, and then we’ll leave this place, let’s live somewhere where there’s no one but us!” He took your hands in his, voice growing desperate every second, eyes brimming in utmost affection as you shook your head vigorously, “If you do that, then I might be kind enough to leave your family and friends alone. I guess, it’s fair right? You can’t ask for something without giving something darling.”

“But why? Why! We've only known each other for seven months! Why—” you bit your lip so hard.

A spine chilling chuckle escapes Heeseung's cherry lips, “(Name), Isn’t it obvious enough? It is because I love you that I’m doing this for you, for us!”

"For us?! Us?! You're fucking insane!" You yelled at the top of your lungs.

"I wouldn't be this fucking insane if you didn't text me in the first place! And then fooled me as if I was a mere game to you! You knew I like you and yet you gave me fake name! Fake face! Everything is fucking fake!"

Heeseung's voice echoes through the church's hall that had you shuddered in utter fear.

Blood drained out from your face as your lips trembled with the words you let out, "Y-you knew..?"

Raising his eyebrow in a cocky manner, "You think I wouldn't knew? Oh god, darling! You're so smart and yet so dumb!

Air. You need to breathe. Breathe. You need to say something, something — the fear of being caught consumes your entire being.

Shutting your eyes tight you did as you screamed out every single words. "I know i’m sorry for doing such thing! But this doesn’t make sense, you couldn’t have possibly love me — someone you’ve never met! I’m really sorry! I’m really sorry! I'm sorry for doing that to you!”

A gut-wrenching silence consumes the insides of the church.

You slowly opened your eyes to look at him with so much fear spiraling in your wounded heart.

“Shh, shh.” He pulled you into his embrace, brushing your hair in a loving manner, his mouth pouting ever so slightly but in contrast to his dark gaze, “You don’t have to apologise, it’s true it pissed me off that I wanted to rip you to pieces once I met you but when I finally saw you with my own eyes.. I didn't think it would make me you made me fell more harder than I think I could've been.”

You remained silent in fear.

“But I just thought I still had to teach you a lesson.." Heeseung stroked your cheeks with his finger, "The game was fun isn’t? That’s how you made me felt all this time, wandering like an insane and looking all over the places for you. Remember the card game? Choosing between two people whom I never know which was the real person i’m looking for? That was how you did it by choosing your sister as your face, how funny. And the betrayal part? Now you know how it feels, that’s how you made me go through it. It hurts, didn’t it? All these games was what you put me into.”

You gritted your teeth, suppressing your tears as you look down ashamed of what you did.

“Now it’s only fair, that we had gone through the same thing. It’s settled, love.” Gripping your jaw, forcing your eyes to met his intense gaze, "So marry me darling or else.. you wouldn't want your sister to end up like that, do you?"

“If you want, your sister could be our guest, the witness to our love.”

You gritted your teeth. “You’re insane..”

“Yes I am, insane for you and my love for you, isn’t it so obvious at this point?” A devilish smirk adorned his cherry red lips as he reached out his hands for you, “C’mon, (Name).”

"Heeseung, do you take (Name) for your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

What is this.. You trembled within his grasp and suddenly his fingers find its way to your neck, softly stroking your skin—so sickeningly sweet.

"I do."

The way he said it was dreading you.

The priest then turns to you, "(Name), do you take Heeseung for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

Your lips felt like it had been sewed by a thread, choking on your saliva in this unnerving situation because of his lovestruck eyes that was observing your every bit of action which was so extremely disturbing and unsettling.

It was as if his eyes were screaming— say it! Say it!

You knew there's no turning back right now as your sister were on the edge between life and death, and more specifically being hanged on a noose that's decided by the choices you made.

Hissing in almost like whisper, "I— I do."

When you let such an answer, only then you notice how his sharp expression of waiting you to say that one sentence turned into a sheer satisfaction—absolute exhilaration consumed his eyes.

His teeth came into view as his cherry red lips tugged up in the wildest grin you've ever seen—so wicked and terrifying that you whimper in utter fear.

"Till death do us apart."

Bloodcurdling scream erupts in the empty air—you on your fetus like form with your trembling hands clasping your ear in attempts to recover from what you've seen.

The lifeless corpse before you.

With a gun in his grasp, one loud shot ended the priest’s life as he fell on the floor in a loud thud — his blood scattering all over his face, the holy status on the table and the floor all being stained in red.

"W-why did you have to kill him?!"

You couldn’t process everything, it was too much! it was too much, too much to take.

Heeseung finds it rather amusing to see your state, tilting his head as he blows off the smoke from the gun’s tip. “One out, darling. We don’t need another damn pest crouching into our life.”

"W-why.. Why would you do that?! He didn't even do anything!" You bawled in tears once again.

Witnessing death one after another, wooden like eyes once the soul left it's host, blood sucking out from their once vibrant skin—every single time, your soul are sucked out along with them—one more time, and you are sure to death that you will be only a living doll void of a heartbeat in the end.

Approaching your pathetic wailing form in a light hearted manner as if nothing had happened—brushing your hair in the utmost affection he can give to you because he loves you so much that it hurts, “Hush, love. You'll very well forgot it soon, how about we grab some dinner while we're on our way to our honeymoon?”

The witness to all of these absolute madness had remained stone cold this entire time.

“Fuck, stop crying. I get it that you're adorable but atleast save your tears for later. Hm, how about this? As a present to my lovely wife, i’ll let your sister live. I’m just that kind, right?” Heeseung smiled so sickeningly sweet at you.

It caught you off guard as you sniffed frantically, you find it unbelievable that he was willing to do just that for you but are we still surprise? This guy is a living form of mental derangement but if this is what it takes for your sister to survive then you won't mind a single bit.

Not when you already lose someone so precious to you.

You nodded in a quick hasty manner with your eyes filled with burning tears—darting all around the space, blinking in utter anxiety as he wrapped his arms around your waist — gleefully telling you all the future he could think of with you, to you.

Anyone would've had their hearts swell in pure bliss with his every confession of love and loyalty—but for you, he's akin to a mad dog disguised in an innocent pup image that will eventually devour you if you ever dare so to rebel against him.

Heeseung looked over his shoulder to look at the girl laid against the wall with so much contempt in his eyes.

"So much for all that trouble, I’m letting you live, happy?” was what he said before dragging you away with him to the entrance, his arm wrapped around your waist as it finds it way to your hair, brushing it affectionately like there's no tomorrow.

Only hanging your head low and obedient all for the sake of your sister.

Rain had by far vanished in a silent manner outside the church, yet the clouded sky remain firm and steady.

Nails dug on the carpeted floor resulting in a slow burn screech.

“I’m..” Chaewon clenches her fist as she raised her head up to look at you and Heeseung.

“Huh? Still able to talk?” Heeseung scoffed in amusement.

“You—” you couldn’t bear to see your sister like this and you notice that even though Heeseung had this cold demeanour up, his tense grip on your hand says otherwise.

“You fooled us.” Chaewon cried out in pain, face contorting into immense pain.

Taken aback by her simple cries of pain, Heeseung just laughed. “What a joke, c’mon love. She’s just wasting our time.”

“I’M NOT GOING TO BACK DOWN WITHOUT A FUCKING FIGHT! LEE HEESEUNG!”

—Shriek!

The scene before you was downright a scene of dreadful horror.

Eyes stretched out in such a way you couldn't believe what had happened; an excruciating and agonising outcry of pain emitting in the air and everything happen in a split second when Heeseung fell before you, his grip on your hand loosening as it returns to cupped his forehead pooling out a waterfall of blood.

"Unnie.." you called out for your sister who was shocked to death by what she did as she look down at a holy statue in her grasp, the blood of the boy dripping from the statue's head down to her fingers and staining the red carpet into deeper shades.

"Fuck! Fuck— Fuck! IT FUCKING HURTS! BITCH!—"

You couldn’t move. The loud shriek of Heeseung screaming in pain and Chaewon standing just right there. It all feels like as if death has truly starting to tick it’s bell.

Chaewon immediately recovered from her frozen state and tugged your arm, pulling you with her out of the church.

A menacing glare shoots up to you and your sister's form.

"YOU— ARGHHH! . .FUCKING RUN THEN!" the boy's bloodcurdling scream had you and your sister frozen in an instant and you don't want to look at him but you did and you regret it.

His body trembling so wild while his knees on the floor, hands miserably cupping his forehead which was pooling down half of Heeseung's face in a waterfall of blood had your stomach churned in disgust and not only that—rage, hysteria, madness, agony—eyes widened in such a way it would crawl out to peel your skin alive and mouth contorted into the wildest form of unnerving laughter. "Once I catch you, you'll fucking regret it."

Run.

Run!

Run!

Breathe in, breath out, breath in, breath out.

In this empty labyrinth in which you and your sister desperately tries to search for an exit; the way to the city. Every step you took feels like an approach to death instead to freedom, it was starting to drain you and out and your sister was losing it too.

Heeseung had really planned it all too well.

Your knees begin to burn and lungs tightening with each breathe you took and your sister was no different—air sucking out from her face and it dawned on you that Heeseung might've given her drugs.

Ushering her to rest—you two hid behind the tall and overgrown bushes just nearby.

"Are you okay?"

Your hand finding its way to tuck her hair in the back of her ears, voice like whisper that soothes her being, that same affection never vanished into empty air despite everything — it broke Chaewon's insides to pieces, into something she wasn't able to fathom— was it shame? Was it embarrassment? Was it regret?

Every way she think of it, memories from the past crashed right before her eyes—reminding her of every single thing she did and said.

Ah, I'm such a fucking fool. . Chaewon whispered in the back of her mind, wanting nothing but to slap herself, for not fulfilling her responsibility as an older sister to you.

And even more foolish she was that even after that entire ordeal back in Heeseung's mansion that day—she still refuses to believe that Heeseung would've never done such a thing if it wasn't for you seducing him. How funny.

Only then when she was left laying against the walls of the church, forced to take drugs and left to observe the true colours of the boy she grew to love—did she truly accept that everything she had ever felt from the boy; be it affection, sweet words or candy like smiles—unfortunately was only the result of her own delusion.

Or she had been simply fooled.

Witnessing your worn out form had her wondering how of an awful human being she turn out to be for the fake love she was dying to protect this entire time, not realising that the true love has always been standing still and firm just behind her from the very beginning.

And still is here, right in front of her.

"I-I'm okay.." Chaewon stuttered, suppressing the urge to cry and then because what right does she have to cry after all the things she did to you?

Pathetic indeed, isn't?

“Where’s mom and dad?”

“They’re fine, I’ve hidden them somewhere.” you gave a small smile to your sister.

No words were exchanged any further — as too many harsh words, words that cross the line and hurt so bad had been blurted out so many times you two couldn’t count it.

Shame, shame was all Chaewon felt. Yet she couldn’t find words to form nor find the courage to say sorry, and the only thing she could do was take your hand in hers, tightening her grip onto yours which formed warmth, as if she was telling you that she was sorry while she’s avoiding your gaze.

Rustle!

You snapped your head to the sudden rustling noise of fallen leaves far from behind you.

"Did you hear that?!" You whisper yelled at your sister in which she raised her eyebrows in confusion but was also alarmed.

“Gotcha!” a dark and alarming giggle emits from the smiley red haired boy who starts to approached you both. You and your sister walked backwards, panicking— not sure of what to do in this downright despair.

“Stop running. It’s getting tiring and so fucking useless, you know? Heeseung’s coming. Just. Give. Up.” Beomgyu tilted his head, gesturing behind him.

"As if. Fuck you, bitch." Chaewon spat out which earned an amusement scoff from the boy.

Approaching danger.

"You speak as if you had the favour right now." Beomgyu shakes his head and in a deep breathe he took, "GUYS, THEY'RE HE—"

Before you and your sister could spun around to run or before he could finish his words, someone jumped out and punched Beomgyu.

Pure shock splattered on your face, "Jungwon?! How did you?—"

“The fuck?” was Beomgyu’s reaction when jungwon appeared. Trickles of blood dripped out from the corners of Beomgyu's mouth, his eyes screaming insanity.

“Not you too? Fuck are you all traitors then?!”

Jungwon gritted his teeth, using all his strength to overthrow the other boy and yet he won't stop screaming for his group. "Fucking stop— screaming!"

He punched the red haired even harder until it resulted in his unconsciousness.

It went on for a horrendous amount of time that felt so long but in reality it wasn’t.

Your feet couldn’t stick to the ground, eyes darting to the distance and the commotion before you over and over again.

"They're coming, Jungwon! We have to go!" You cried out, your hands sweating as you tighten your grasp with your sister in which she did so as well.

Panic, panic, panic surged inside you and it's not only you. It was evident that it was eating Chaewon and Jungwon as well.

Your head shoots up along with the other two, shouts and screams — voices of men, familiar voices approaching from the distance.

Jungwon immediately gets up, almost stumbling on his feet before backing off before you and your sister.

"We have to split up." Jungwon said.

"Wait why? Wouldn't that be too dangerous?!"

"It's better this way, if they couldn't catch one of us, we could call for help."

"But—"

"We don't have any other choice. Chaewon, you have to follow me."

"No why my sister?"

"(Name). It's so obvious that he wanted no one but you! Give me a piece of your wedding dress and I'll lure them over."

"It's too dangerous!!" You cried out as you dug your nails on your dress, clenching a fistful of it.

"We have no choice!" Jungwon gritted his teeth, as he, too — was in pure fear and desperation. The atmosphere, the situation, the reality of where you three are in right now was a call for death bell.

You two eventually split up after a much hard decision to do, racing into different directions within the woods hoping to reach for the city soon. You turned on your phone, desperately looking for a line to call for the emergency. Someone, someone please pick up, you screamed in your mind.

"Agh, fuck Beomgyu." Yeonjun lightly kicks the unconscious boy on the ground, "You lose like a bitch."

"Your face really gotta be the first thing I see in this broad fucking daylight."

"I'm so sleepy, ah." Kai whined from the distance, slipping his hands in his pockets to avoid the freezing weather.

"They're not so far, I guess." Soobin muttered, "Right, Heeseung?"

There the boy appeared with a fresh red scar on his forehead, the same disinterested and dead look when you're not in his presence.

Looking far in the distance in the woods, he sighed but instead in a dejected tone, it was amusement lingering in the air. "Huh, hide and seek I see."

Run! Run!

Fatigue overwhelmed their body as ragged and unstable patterned of breathing filled through the empty air in this isolated woods that never seem to end like a labyrinth of maze—sweat trailing down their forehead and neck, wide opened eyes growing heavy but ears never faltering from any incoming noise that could be danger.

A torn out piece of your dress had been thrown to the trail they just came from a few minutes ago—all just to lure in the demons away from you.

"Agh!"

"Chaewon!"

The girl fell onto her hands after stumbling upon a laid branch on the ground—yelping in pain as fresh wound on her leg pools out a small amount of blood.

"Are you okay?!" Jungwon knelt down to inspect the wound.

"It's n-nothing—" stuttering and gulping on her throat as she snapped her head to the distance from where they just came from. "We gotta h-hurry, Jungwon."

Frightened, frightened they were as they took each others' hands, heels continuing to sprint forward and away from the devil himself.

Racing forward as faster as they could with their hands interlaced tightly than ever—suddenly a silhouette came into their line of vision—ultimately stopping them right in their track.

"Ah fucking finally!"

Outburst of joy and a series of whistles echoes through the air, those that sang a sheer melody of danger.

"Found you two! Ugh— do you think there's a way out of this place? Dumb you are, aren't you?" Yeonjun sing sang.

The boys gathered around the two, snickers and giggles emitting up in the air – the bluish grey sky that signify morning’s about to come.

The two hissed not knowing what to do at this point; fighting won't be in their favour as they were outnumbered.

Cautious eyes watching each others' every shift of movement.

—Leaves crinkling!

Heels sprinting into the opposite direction resulting in one of the boys' abrupt shift of position, preventing the girl from escaping.

“Where do you think you’re going, huh?!” Taehyun raised his eyebrow, licking his candy in the process.

Kai giggled, a smirk splattered on his face, “Fuck, what a waste of time. Just give up, will you? I could’ve used my time to practice right now!”

“Bitch who cares?!” Chaewon scoffed, eyes and eyebrows widened in such a way as if to mock the younger boy before her, “You could’ve been dead and I won’t give a fuck!”

Her head snapped to the boy she grew to love this entire time.

“And you? How dare you. How fucking dare you? You messed up our family and I did nothing but to believe you!” punching her chest on repeat as she gritted her teeth, wanting nothing but for the boy to understand her pain but she know he won’t.

For the disinterested look in his eyes never ceases to amazed her in a frightening way. Why she’ve never noticed all this time? Was she really too blind?

“Don’t you fucking touch her!”

“Huh? Do you actually think you’re excluded? How stupidd!” Taehyun punched the shit out of Jungwon which causes him to stumble backwards to one of the trees however Jungwon didn't back down without a fight.

Downright chaos erupts as Jungwon threw a hard punch at Taehyun, hands tugging and nails digging in each others' skin—fighting and fits of screams and yelling at top of each others' lungs.

Soobin ushered Yeonjun and Beomgyu to hold the Chaewon down and they did so without much hesitance as they begin to approach her.

And yet, the two won't give up and the horrendous cycle repeats over a dozen times.

Chaos, chaos—a downright spiral of madness.

Heeseung only stood there to watch the chaos he himself had created and he wasn’t the least affected by it. How funny, he thought.

At last, the pair were separated from each other; their arms caged in such a way that only their legs could kick in the air in a pathetic attempt.

The clicks of his leather shoes crinkled the sea of leaves beneath him as he approached them.

"What's so hard about staying away from her? Why are you so fucking stubborn, huh? Was it too hard?" Heeseung bend down to their level with his face screaming a twisted expression and the dried blood on his forehead wasn't helping either.

Twirling the knife between his dainty fingers, humming a song within the depths of him of what should he do with them.

Whose thread of life should he rip apart? Whose heart should he pierce with the sharp edges of this weapon in his grasp? Should it be one or two? Should he spare their lives or not?

Those are the questions that run through his mind and yet, and yet— Heeseung couldn't care less about their pathetic heartbeat as he stared at the two with absolute contempt.

Grey, clouded skies.

As the round source of light refuses to rise,

Those round of life finally fade out of sight.

Blood, blood at last adorned the skies.

Through the silence of the deep woods, leaves beneath goes roaring with every hum escaping from the young man's twisted grin as the soul within his grasp had by now perished to the sky.

“Told you to stay away from her, bastard.” burying the corpse under the ground, relieved that another pest was out of his sweet darling’s life. "Just what's so fucking hard about that."

Low, low sigh of relief. What wonderful day it is.

[ 4:08 AM ]

Woods.

The burning marks of the branches hitting your skin kepts reminding you that this was reality, this wasn’t a dream nor a wild imagination you had while you were having a nap in your sweet home, on your sweet bed. That this would all end after the clock strikes signifying that dinner is ready and you’ll go downstairs, to eat with your mother, father and sister like always.

Yet, you could only hope.

Church. Another abandoned church came into view. It caught your attention.

You sprinted to the nearby abandoned church that came into sight out of nowhere, in this vast and isolated place. Panting, you pushed open the huge main wooden door and use up all your efforts to close it off.

The roaring clap of thunder made you jolted in surprise, the grey cloud sky mocking you with it’s relentless raindrops.

You gulped nervously, striding off to the aisle, eyes darting around in complete anxiety. You cant breathe but you must breathe and yet, you were catching that breathe that seems to go away everytime you reach for it. The dusty air were mixing with your panic breath, it’s only presence that were heard in this silent place was you and your breathe.

Without further hesitance, you turned on your phone — the object that holds the key to your freedom and yet also holds the sword to mercilessly chop off the wings of your freedom.

This cold and hard object that has been the start of everything, the one that bears the story of the fallen fruit, the fruit that you’ve eaten and therefore had summoned the serpent himself.

You hated this, you regret it, you wanted to scream and pray for everything to end all at once, this object that has been in the grips of your hands for awhile and the mocking result was the overbearing print mark of it’s edges gracing your palms. You don’t want think much anymore, you don’t want to for there’s only one thing, only one thing you wanted so bad to do.

To save yourself! You wanted him to go away! To get rid of your unfortunate red thread with him that has been now stained with so much blood, those that scream insanity and morals of his that made your stomach churned in utter disgustment.

The emergency dial — you tap, tap, tap and so on however your slippery fingers as the result to the mixture of the rain and sweat was making you pressed all the wrong digits for eternity.

You gritted your teeth in pure annoyance wanting to throw off your phone, but you can’t.

You can’t, you can’t, you know you can’t.

You have to call for help before they can get you, before he can find you, before your tear-stained and burning eyes drowned even more in this hell called him.

You took a huge deep breathe, your nose sniffing the dusty air of this abandoned church. Looking up, your eyes met those soulless eyes of the holy statue that everyone knelt before, prayed to their heart’s content and begged for when disaster or tragedy befalls upon them.

Worn out and devastated you were as you finally gotten the right number but it was out of line because of the once soft rain that turns into roaring thunderstorm. How unfortunate you were, (Name).

Bawling in tears is what you did, your voice broke and you choked on your saliva as you fall on your knees, weeping silently in your pathetic form and without much thought, your feet bring itself to kneel before the holy statue itself.

The sky that was supposed to had been adorned with the sunrise has now hid due to the grey clouds forming and mingling together, and raindrops returned to it’s glory and within a few seconds.

Lightning strikes and along with it thunder roared. An ominous sign that never ceases to fear you to your core.

But you still keep praying in silence.

Pray, pray. They said pray when you need something, pray when you want to be grateful, pray when you need guidance — pray, pray and pray. That’s what you did, you whispered yelled in the oblivion of your prayers like a repeated broken radio.

Holy sweet grail, holy sweet love.

And yet as you were begging for the enormous holy statue before you, deep you were into your despair of oblivion, you failed to notice the silent and grim arrival of the boy who had you as his image of goddess and love, his lover, his one and only, his soulmate.

Feathery like steps that were left unheard as he approaches and halts behind your praying form.

No amount of prayer would make this incarnation of devil himself to refrain away from you for you had been a part of him since the day he declared so.

“What are you praying for?”

Sheer sound of deathbell in a disguise of an angel’s voice, you whipped your head to the boy in question and no words could express the utter fear in your body upon laying your eyes on his angelic features yet sinister smile on his cherry red lips.

You wanted to scream, yet your breathe were caught on inside the depths of your heart, you couldn’t move yet your shivering nails dug the carpeted aisle, resulting in a sound of like when you tap your laptop’s keyboard.

Heeseung seems to be amused at your reaction, lovesick eyes spiraling into madness as he looks you up and down, eyes that adores every inches of you — bending over to be as close to you as he wishes, this grim situation were eating you alive and yet to him, it was a breathe of satisfaction and achievement.

His dainty fingers that were stained with dry blood made it’s way to the locks of your hair, brushing it in a soft and loving manner, his dark gaze never leaving yours, never breaking nor faltering.

His face graced with dried blood that you knew belongs to him—a menacing glint of the metal object he was holding, his exquisite suit holding the flattering rose that only holds a sweet nightmare for you from now on. His lush black hair sticking to his forehead due to the efforts he had gone through for you, his doe eyes overflowing with loyalty and immense affection for you.

Feverish eyes that held so much madness in its depths. Then you notice his blood stained hands which made your breath hitched.

You couldn’t talk.

He hummed utterly delighted that he found you as he approached you—grabbing you to his side.

"Have fun running around like the doll you are?"

Heeseung yanked you playfully like a mere ragdoll, laughing so hard, bliss splattered on his face. Mouth wide, big grin and eyes crinkled like half moons. His lush wavy hair were drenched by the raindrops and yet it’s still so fluffy. His eyebrows furrowed in complete amusement—eyes so lovesick and so sadistic. Blood from god knows whom painted over his rosy cheeks.

Mixing altogether in a perfect shade.

But nothing can be more perfect as this breathtaking sight that he was patiently waiting for are now standing before him—all his to take.

A silly grin adorns his lips, "But still, it's kinda amusing how you think you can escape so easily with your dead friends."

“W-what—?”

“Hm?” Heeseung brushes his finger over his cheek, seemingly satisfied over the red liquid on the tips of his fingers, “Try to guess, who do you think it belongs to?”

You stumbled backwards but he managed to pull you back by wrapping his arms around your back, you shivered within his touch — compared to his big stature, you were smaller and weaker. Yet that wasn’t in the least of your worries right now as your mind were running through that one and only question.

“W-who?..” your face contorts into the deepest form of despair, lips trembling.

“Why don’t you guess? Is it your lovely sister, Chaewon? Or my friend, Jungwon? Or your bestfriend, Chaeryeong? Or is it our dead buddy, EJ?!”

Your world shattered over and over again.

“Guess who? Of course, we only had Chaewon and Jungwon right? Oh god, only if you weren’t such a brat and listened to me like the obedient girl you were then it wouldn’t have gone this far! Now who do you think i’ve skinned alive?! Or possibly crack their dumb brain until it spilled off for trying to take you away from me!”

You screamed in pure horror, mouth gaping in attempts to heal the overflowing wound in your heart— fingers curling to cupped your mouth.

"It's all your fault, babe. Only if you listened to me earlier."

“How dare you! You’re fucking insane! You’re insane, you’re fucking insane!” Yelling at the top of your lungs you did as you punched him on his chest on repeat.

Lightning and thunder roared into it’s highest void yet.

“WHO? HOW DARE YOU? WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS TO ME?” you screamed and screamed, “if you touch them, if you fucking touch them i swear, i swear—”

“Swear what?” Heeseung raises his eyebrow, “(Name), darling! Don’t you think it's too late to threaten me like this? But I don’t mind, it’s so cute seeing you so weak and helpless. It makes me want to protect you even more–”

“Don’t touch me!” you yank his arm away, walking backwards away from him.

Gripping your white dress, you shut your eyes. “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?! Why you didn’t follow what you said, you told me as long as the timer don't end, you won’t do it anything! So why?! Why did you kill him?! WHY DID YOU KILL EJ?!”

A glint appears in Heeseung’s eyes which you weren’t able to fathom what it was as it soon dissipates into the dark deep void and instead that same smirk adorns his cherry lips again and giggles soon follows.

“Hm? I've never said I'd play fair.”

You hissed in bitterness. That's right, why did you ever thought he'd play fair?

“Why?..— why are you so damn cruel to me, huh? You said you love me then why are you doing this to me? What kind of love is this?! This is not love at al!”

An eerie silence forms in the void of this church.

“It’s not love? You still don’t understand, do you?” Heeseung pouted, but his eyes had pain lingering in it, “What should I do to prove my love for you? I fucking killed them all and you told me it isn’t love? I hate it so much when people stick to you like a damn pest and you’re telling me it isn’t love? I stayed patient even when you go around like a dumb slut, touching other bastards as if you weren’t mine, being so fucking oblivious but yet so adorable and you’re telling me it ISN’T LOVE?!”

The ground beneath you seemed to sway under your feet as the fear emitting from this boy was too ominous, too big, too dangerous.

And before you could try to avoid his grasp, he pulled you in closer to his embrace.

“Look at us! You and I, in this world — nothing could tear us apart anymore!” His words gets even more maniacal with every passing second. “Look, look! The the ring I specially made for you, the dress i’ve been dying to see you on, your goddamn face that I couldn't even fucking forget for a second”

His finger lovingly stroke your cheek, “So fucking gorgeous, fucking sweet, adorable. All mine, all mine! After all that patience i’ve been through, all that troubles I've willingly put myself in just so I can have you like this in front of me, you had the guts to tell me it wasn't love?"

Remaining silent you did as you were horrified by everything he says to you—he was far too inside his inner world of chaos.

Your hands trembled frantically within his grasp and he felt that, scoffing so slightly as he raised it up to his cherry lips—planting an affectionate kiss on the top of your hand which had you frozen.

However his short and brief kiss turns into a rabid mode; like a starving mad dog feeding on your skin.

Eliciting a pure scream of horror, you struggled to pull your hands and arms away from his teeth and lips and even when you use your little bit of strength left in continuously hitting him with your left hand—your efforts were to no avail as his hands caged yours within his suffocating grasp.

"Stop! Stop!"

Your outcries of disgust engulfed the entire church like an echoing choir, still everything fell to deaf ears for the boy himself as he continued his morbid and disgusting deeds to you—his tongue licking every inch of your hand, teeth biting and sucking your fingers.

You were forced to witness it before your eyes, feel it against your skin and still so helpless and frail before him.

Heeseung finally let go of your hand, his face twisted in such a way that screams absolute satisfaction and exhilaration itself.

Feeling your hands that has been violated for god knows how long, you yelled at the top of your lungs at him, "YOU'RE INSANE!"

You had nothing left to say anymore; mind empty and broken, eyes strained with so much tears and your body aching with all that had happened.

Yet, the boy before you wasn't even the slightest done with you at all.

Heeseung laughed, "My darling, it’s only wise that I ask for something I deserve, hm?”

You didn't understand what he said, confused you were but then the realisation dawned on you. "Wh-what do you mean? Stay away!"

Your eyes widened in utter horror upon understanding his words, stomach churning into throbbing pain when his hand tries to tugged down the sleeves of your dress.

“No! N-no! Get off me— get off me!” You thrashed around, kicking him to his chest which made him stumble backwards. "Heeseung, let go! I beg of you!

Yet, he only laughed. "No, darling. I must be making it sooo hard for you to understand my love for you isn't?"

You panted, you screamed, you whimper — all because of fear, all because of what he’s about to do to you in this isolated church.

Heeseung crashed his lips into yours within a blink of an eye.

A long and deep, hungry kiss that left your lungs burn in pure pain of suffocation. Your hand slapping his back, pulling his hair and scratching his neck, doing everything you could to pry him off away from you and yet it lasted so long that your feet lose it’s footing making you fell on the floor on your but with a loud thud and yet—

And yet, his arms wrapped around your waist never loses its grip and foremost, his lips never leaves yours. Your eyes begun to teared up due to this harsh kiss of his, no, this isn’t a kiss.

It felt like he was devouring you — his prey, alive— wanting nothing but to taste you deeper and deeper till he can get ahold of your soul to taste it as well.

Someone! Help! Drowning in your despair you did as you were forced to feel every inch of him.

He pulled back at last and you catched for the air that was there for the entire time however before you can do even more so, he gripped your jaw with his long and dainty fingers — forcing you to meet his oh so innocent like eyes that scream pure horror of insanity and twisted love.

“Now who’s gonna save you from me, hm?”

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[azsluttyslut]

Born to die

Azriel x f!reader

TW: blood, violence, angst, fluff, near death experience.

Word count: 3883

Azriel POV

-Flashback-

Feet don't fail me now

Take me to the finish line

Oh, my heart it breaks every step that I take

But I'm hoping that the gates, they'll tell me that you're mine

He was corner there was no fucking scape, but all he could think about was that least his mate was safe, his only comfort at the moment, lovely (Y/N), always so sweet and caring. “It had my absolute honor to had been with her for the last 60 years” he thought to himself still fighting for his life.

The tried to fight as best as he could, the trained for situations like this his whole life, so he pushed himself harder, Azriel's only goal to see his mate at leat one more time, she deserves to know how much he love, his absolute everything. So that’s what he did, and killed soldiers under Koschie command left and right, but there was no point, they were everywhere and he was losing power, strength and he was so fucking exhausted, this was a losing game. That was until he felt a surge of power, he have never experienced that much power, not even from his brother and High Lord.

It was astonishing how can that blast killed every soldier around him, he himself wasn’t sure how he survived, it was like they melted, all the gore of the soldiers that were surrounding him was everywhere it was a a goo of blood, skin and bones. When Azriel turn around to see who was the person that save him, he couldn’t believe his eyes, his beautiful mate was there, she has never told Azriel about her powers, he never pushed her too afraid to say the wrong thing, she just told him that it brought bad memories and it was her trauma to bear. But watching her use her powers just so she can save Azriel it made him love her even more and for a moment it brought him this sense of peace, it was as if the Mother told him that everything was going to be okay, that this moment even as short as it was, was just one of many to come.

But that sense of peace went as quickly as it came. Because the moment he took a step forward to reach her, in a blink of an eye there was a one of the enchanted soldiers behind here, and before he can voice that, a fucking sword with faesbane was passing through her stomach and the feeling of pain he feel through the bond brought him to his knees and he scream, and scream, and in pure act of willingness only fuel by his anger he killed all around his path until he got to her, screaming and cursing the Mother for being so cruel moments. And then everything went black.

It could be days, or months he didn’t care how much time it passed since he last was conscious, not after the moment he woke up and everything came crashing down. He tried to reach for the bond but the was nothing. Not even his shadows were with him. He didn’t know to much time passed until Rhys came to the healing chambers to check on Azriel.

“Hello Brother, I'm happy to see you finally awake” he just stared at him blankly,the numbness consumed every finer of his body, he knows Rhysand went through the same but at least Feyre came back, instead he watch his mate died, he felt the pain and sure as hell he still feels the void in his chest, his very soul were once was a gold thread, full of love, joy and fulfilment. And as if reading his mind that Azriel is almost sure he did, he says “ she’s not dead, brother”.

-End of the flashback-

Walking through the city streets

Is it by mistake or design?

I feel so alone on the Friday nights

Can you make it feel like home if I tell you you're mine?

It's like I told you, honey (louder)

It’s been a month since the day Azriel woke up, and you are still unconscious, Rhys told him his shadows haven’t left you sight, that brought him a bit of confort. The loneliness consumed his already tormented soul, he never felt this alone in his life, not even when he was a child in the care of those bastards.

Madja doesn’t know when you are going to wake up, but they are sure you will, maybe they are saying that just to make him feel better, he doesn’t know at this point, the void that is the bond wights on him everyday, they won the war but he just feels lost.

Rhys encourage him to seek help with one of Madja's mental health healers, they told him that maybe if he does things that you both used to do together would make him feel better, but walking around Velaris without you it makes him feel empty. Not even your house in the suburbs feels like home, that’s where he made you his, when he devoted himself to you, and the memories are too much, too unbearable without you.

•1 week later•

Don't make me sad, don't make me cry

Sometimes love is not enough

And the road gets tough, I don't know why

Keep making me laugh

Let's go get high

The road is long, we carry on

Try to have fun in the meantime

The memories haunt Azriel like a plague everyday, all the laughs you share, the kisses, the all nighters, both of you getting drunk and high because you were bored. The memories playing in his head stopped the moment he felt the golden thread, all this time it’s has been a dim almost white, a white that made him feel hopeless, but right now it’s recovering color as if you were healing and recovering consciousness.

The tears blinded his eyes and the sob of relief that leaves his mouth, his entire body shook with the force of the sobs. He couldn’t stop the only thoughts running through his mind was “Y/N is waking up”, but even if that was true he could bring himself to go to see you. He couldn’t make himself be hopeful, and knew the only people that could help were his brothers.

Rhys! Rhys! RHYS!! BRING CASSIAN!

Rhysand appeared within seconds with Cassian in tow ready to attack, nothing would prepared them for the sight that greeted them. Azriel looked like a fallen angel, with tears streaming down his cheeks, face blotchy, red eyes, trembling body and slumped wings.

“Are you okay?” Cassian ask his voice frantic, searching for anything, they have never seen ghe shadowsinger like this, in all the years of friendship, he has never been the emotional friend, the only time Azriel cried beside when he was a kid was when Rhys came home form under the Mountain. He still remembers the grief of losing his brother and not been able to do anything to help. But that pain was minuscule compared to the thought and feeling of losing you.

“Az what’s happening? You are scaring us” Cassian voice make Azriel snaps out of his grieving thoughts, the tears and sobs don’t stop, he can bring himself to stop feeling.

“T-the bond” the sobs that leaves his mouth shooks his whole body, not even been able to form coherent sentence, the warlord and the high lord look at each other without knowing what to say, not knowing how to approach this topic.

“What about the bond” Rhys ask carefully, too carefully to the spymaster liking, but he doesn’t care, he feels the bond recovering it’s power, it makes his soul mend just a fraction.

“It- it’s not dim anymore” Both males sigh in relief “Rhys, I need you to check her, I-I can’t, I can’t get my hopes up, please” Rhysand gives Azriel a court nod and his gaze become distant, meaning that he’s asking Feyre. After about 10 minutes that felt like an eternity, Rhys has a small smile while looking at his broken brother. Stepping closer so he can comfort him while explaining what Feyre told him.

“She’s regaining consciousness, Madja said any of this days she would be awake again” After that the shadowsinger didn’t stopped crying of relief until he feel asleep. Cass and Rhys stayed the night, making sure that Adriel was okay.

-Flashback-

Come and take a walk on the wild side

Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain

You like your girls insane, so (louder)

Choose your last words, this is the last time

'Cause you and I, we were born to die

The night before the last battle it was raining, while you and your mate were at your tent, cuddle up.

“Let’s take a walk” Y/N said with those (e/c) eyes that the spymaster love to get lost in. And he knew he could never say no to those eyes while they look at him as if he’s the only person on earth, Azriel always tends to agree to whatever you wants, this time it wasn’t any different. He loves the spontaneous things you do, sometimes some of the things you wants to do border insanity, but he loves every aspect of his mate. So without a thought he took your hand while leading you outside.

“Angel be careful it’s raining, I don’t want you to get sick” the shadowsinger said, he knows fae don’t get sick easily but he always worry about you. Your only response was only a snort of laughter, and oh boy! how he love that sound.

“Az, you know as well as I do, fae don’t get sick easily, why don’t we dance in the rain, and just listen to the pattern of the rain” Your eyes glowed with joy as you looked at him expectantly, he didn’t hesitate in taking your hand and dragging you until we are chest to stomach, while you start to sway with his hands on your hips and yours around his neck, with your head laid on Azriel chest.

The shadowsinger couldn’t stop watching you, admiring more likely, he didn’t take his eyes away even while they were swaying to the sound of the rain and the latter soaking your clothes, but after some time he couldn’t contain himself and kissed you as hard as he could pouring all his love and devotion he feel for you, sending it through the bond and through the kiss. After that you two went back to the tent, drop the wet clothes and he showed you how much he loves you throughout the night.

But in the morning the bubble you’d encompass yourselves in exploded, because of how Rhys made the strategy for the last battle.

“Azriel I don’t care if Rhysand gave you the order or not, you will not be standing in the fucking front lines, I swear to the mother you cross that tent and…” Yelling got you nowhere with Adriel Y/N knew that as much, but even then he could still see the fear you held of the idea of him on the front. But his anger overpowered his common sense.

“Or what? Are you going to do what? (Y/N) this is for the best, I know how to protect myself, I know my limit. This is for our future, so yes I’m going to cross that tent because this is who I am, this is who was raised to be, born to be, if I have to die there knowing that you are safe, then my mission is done” and without another word he left the tent, your tent were his mate was left crying.

But to Azriel's saddened heart in middle of the battle he realized you never gave each other the kiss before battle, it was a non spoken deal between the two, it was their “I’ll be waiting for you to come back, please come back”. But it was too late, and the words exchange between the two in those last moments left a bitter taste on Azriel's tongue.

-End of the flashback-

Y/N POV

•1 week later•

Lost but now I am found

I can see that once I was blind

I was so confused as a little child

Tryna take what I could get

Scared that I couldn't find

All the answers, honey (louder)

My body feels like it’s on fire, I can’t even open my eyes, every nerve, every muscle in my body hurts, is this the after life? I thought that when you died you don’t feel any pain. But oh gods! I feel like I was crushed under a fucking mountain. Cauldron fucking boil me alive! The only thing that I feel apart from the agonizing pain in my body are the scattering caresses of what I think are Az's shadows.

A groan leaves my lips, as I tried my hardest to open my eyes to the blinding light that comes from the window, as if sensing my discomfort almost all of the shadows surround the room in darkness, while the others hurried vanished out of the room to probably alert Azriel and the inner circle. I don’t remember what happened, my last memory was the night before battle that me and mate dance in the rain, followed up to have the most tender and loving sex with Az. I feel so lost, with so many questions.

The sound of hurried footsteps getting closer bring me back from my scattering thoughts, a second later my beautiful mate appears in all his glory, but he looks terrible, not in a bad way, Azriel is the most gorgeous male I’ve ever seen, he couldn’t be ugly even if he tried. But there are circles under his eyes as if he hasn’t sleep in forever, his cheekbones are more prominent and he looks like he lost some pound and muscle. What the hel happened?

He looks frantic throughout the room as if some broke in, but that is until his gaze land on me. He lunges himself at me while breaking down with sobs. I tried to move to comfort him but my body is not cooperating. Not even my voice is functioning. Azriel's sobs break my heart and I think he feels it because he looks and me with tears in his eyes.

“You are alive” he looks at me as if he hasn’t seen me in years “you are okay” he repeats the same thing as mantra, as if trying to convince himself this is real. I tried to speak but no words come out. He sense this and rushes to bring you a glass of water, you gulp it down and the refills it again and again until your throat doesn’t feel like sand anymore.

“Hello my love” my voice comes out scratchy like I haven’t used it in a long time, at the pet name my mate's eyes fill with tears again. “what happened?”

“I promise, I’m going to tell you anything you want to know, baby, but I need to alert Madja you are awake, okay?” He caress my hair, my face touching everything part of me that he can, I’m able to give him a small nod, while his eyes become distant probably telling Rhys to call Madja.

Madja came ask questions while checking my body, always questioning where it hurts, what’s the last I remember, and told me not ask what happened, that my memories will be back in time, and asking would affect the currency of them, after a while she gave strict orders to all my family that I’m to stay in bed for at least a week more, that I need to regain my energy and my weight, and not to exhaust myself, while also giving Azriel some viles that help with the pain.

The week I was in bed all my family make sure I was taken care of, even Amren took care of me, that was weird, I’ve never seen her be so soft with someone, and that includes Varian, Mor and Feyre were as usual always fussing about anything I needed, Cassian and Rhys always made sure I was comfy enough and bringing me gifts and food, Cassian brought me a lot of books, courtesy of Ness, and sometimes Nests came to check up on me. And Azriel well he never left my side and when he did he made sure to leave his shadows with me even if he was to leave one minute.

Elain is another story altogether, since she was made, she took a liking to my mate, I don’t blame her Az is the sweetest most precious soul that I’ve ever known and because of that he indulged her, not intentionally, he just wanted to help her getting used to her new life, which gave her the impression that he was interested, and when she tried to make a move and he rejected her, she almost attacked me, blaming me that I stole Azriel for her. And while her sisters were on my side, they couldn’t let her sister's side either. Since then my relationship with the Acheron middle sister is non existent.

Don't make me sad, don't make me cry

Sometimes love is not enough

And the road gets tough, I don't know why

Keep making me laugh

Let's go get high

The road is long, we carry on

Try to have fun in the meantime

After I was given the good to go by Madja, Az help me with training, giving me small exercises to regain strength, while always making sure I was okay and drinking enough water. I tried to talk to him about what happened with me, but every time I tried it was fruitless, is like all his walls shot up and he becomes a shell of himself, he has nightmares most nights and when he wakes up he makes sure I’m breathing and then proceeds to hold me tight trough out the night.

Come and take a walk on the wild side

Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain

You like your girls insane, so (louder)

Choose your last words, this is the last time

'Cause you and I, we were born to die

As Madja said the memories will be recovered with time, they did and I remember everything, the night before battle, the fight before battle and the moment I saved my mate for being killed to me being stabbed by a faesbane coverd sword. And even though I remember all the traumatic events, one thing is echoing in my head. Azriel last words before battle “…this is who I am, this is who was raised to be, born to be, if I have to die there knowing that you are safe, then my mission is done” it’s like he thinks himself as a weapon, he always did, but I thought we were past that.

“Love, are you okay?” Azriel’s melodic voice breaks through my thoughts, making me snap my eyes to his hazel almost gold eyes. His scarred fingers wipe gently my under eyes, I didn’t know I was crying until that moment.

“Az, do you still see yourself as a weapon?” I look straight into his eyes, but when he adverts his eyes, I got my answer. “You know, we talked about that for years, I thought that you didn’t see yourself that way anymore” I say gently.

“I know, trust me I know, but when the war began and everything happened, my only thought was that I have to keep you safe, and if that means be a weapon, t-then so be it” his voice breaks at the end “when you saved me I couldn’t be more proud to call you my mate, I was so ready to run to you, and hold you, but the moment that that soldiers s-stabbed you, I-I lost it, I didn’t even realized more soldiers were approaching me, but it was like my brain knew and I killed them all just to get to you” A few tears scape his eyes, with shaky fingers I cup his face and wipe them, his eyes look up at mine, and all the pain I see there breaks my heart.

A sob scapes my lips when I tried to talk, taking a deep breath I tried again “We are stronger than this baby, we are going to go through this together as we always do, and if I have to remind you every day for the rest of our lives that you are not a weapon, that you are worthy, and wroth living for, I will, always, but you have to promise me that you will try, and never give up on you, on us” I tell him, resting me forehead against his, while looking deep in his eyes. His chin quivers with, and tears wet his eyelashes. Azriel gives me a nod while chanting “I promise” over and over again.

We were born to die

(We were born to die, we were born to die, we were born to die)

We were born to die

A pain prickles my neck making me hiss and my mate's heveas a hiss of his own while touching his neck, my eyes look at his neck looking at a tattoo, a skull with wings, “The Angel of Death”, that’s what that means, what they used to called in the Court of Nightmares. My power, death in every shape or form. My fingers trace the portrayal of our promise mark on our skins. His eyes adverts to my neck, looking at what I know is my tattoo, it’s a skull with truth-teller he says, while shaky breaths and broken voice.

“Please don’t leave me again” he says after a few moments “I wouldn’t know how to bear with that, the past month and a half, it was hel” his eyes plead with me.

Come and take a walk on the wild side

Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain

You like your girls insane

I gave him a reassuring smile, crashing my lips with his, in a silent promise that everything is going to be fine, that we are going to do this together. Whatever long it takes. That I have him as he has me. That our love is unconditional and strong. That we will have again moments like the one we had before battle. And specially that we will be together to whatever life throws at us. And I’m that moment draped in each others arms, everything feels right.

So, don't make me sad, don't make me cry

Sometimes love is not enough

And the road gets tough, I don't know why

Keep making me laugh

Let's go get high

The road is long, we carry on

Try to have fun in the meantime

Come and take a walk on the wild side

Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain

You like your girls insane, so (louder)

Choose your last words, this is the last time

'Cause you and I, we were born to die

We were born to die

(We were born to die, we were born to die, we were born to die)

We were born to die

Why? (Got that?)

Who, me? (Louder)

(We were born to die, we were born to die, we were born to die)

Why? (Got that?)

Fin.

A/N: well as I said I’m new to this, I hope you enjoy, I accept constructive criticism and feedback. Thank you and sorry for any grammar errors 🫶🏼

#shadowsinger x reader #azriel angst #azriel #azriel spymaster #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #rhysand #cassian #acotar #acotar series #feyre archeron #morrigan #amren #elain archeron

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Hank with nine feet tall!reader but reader is actually the new sun, and they have a smiley face like: =) but reader just chills around and eats hotdogs

Plot twist: hank accidentally created them when they killed the actual sun

Energy simply is. It cannot be destroyed. It cannot be created. It always is, and always will be. With the death of the Sun, her energy shot out into the sky, seeking out the most viable host in the area. It found a strong grunt, one with grit and will, a power to persevere even in the hardest of times.

A body capable of withstanding power, one of kind and sound mind, reasonable and in need of light. Pain struck your spine between your shoulder blades, splitting down your back and rushing into your bones. Heat followed, sunspots burning into your skin from the inside.

Light filled your eyes, bright beams extending to the sky, a calling to return to where it belongs, up above in the heavens, silent observer of the peaceful world below. The pain faded slowly, your new shifted form complete.

A crown of light floated around your head, warm toned silks enrobed your body, and intricate little sun patterns covered parts of your skin. Your slender fingers touched the silk, much softer than the cotton smock you'd been wearing mere moments ago, an- when did the ground get so far away?!

You caught your reflection in a window, a gasp escaping your lips. "W-what is this?" Warmth filled your being, emanating from your sternum, the heat rolling off you and warming the air around you. Bright, warm, tall. A freaky change, a far cry from the normalcy you'd lived until now. And yet....

You couldn't help but smile. Joy flooded your system, energy and love flooding from your being, the urge to twirl in your new robes was irritable, and you did, feeling the fabric moving with you.

Yet with all this energy burning from you, it left a deep void in your guts, an insatiable hunger taking over, mouth salivating at the mere thought of something tasty on your tongue.

A grunt with a hotdog cart was walking past, and you waved to him in excitement. "Helloooo~" You skipped over and beamed down at him. "May I have... Hmmm... Many hotdogs?" You couldn't pick a number, just intent on eating until you could feel full and ready to burn brighter.

He craned his neck to look at you. "You're a tall one, aren't you? Now how many hotdogs do you actually want? I need a number buddy."

You picked your wallet from your pocket, and you placed it down on the side. "As many as the money in there can buy!" He shrugged, and opened your wallet, taking your cash before starting to prepare your feast of pulverised meat. An important question left his lips.

"Mustard, or ketchup?"

After an intense brawl and interrogation, Hank had made progress on his journey to hunting down and executing the Sheriff. It'd be a cold day in hell before he forgave that bastard for eating his pie.

They paused when they noticed a familiar giant in the street, one he was absolutely positive he'd killed not an hour ago. "What. The. Fuck." You turned to look at him, half a hotdog in hand.

"Hiiiii! You want a hotdog too?" You held out the untouched one in your other hand, and Hank looked beyond livid.

"How the hell are you alive? I just killed you!" They patted their body, realising they were out of weapons. Fists would have to do, he's done it before, he can again.

"Huuuh? I don't know what you mean. I've never seen you before in my life. I think I'd remember. I'd definitely remember dying." You took another big bite, waving the hotdog at him. "Offers still open!"

He gritted his teeth, stomping over. "What are you playing at? What kind of game is this?"

"I don't follow. One moment I was walking along, the next I was bursting with joy and feeling so light! It's like I'm a whole different person! Well, I mean I guess I am. I didn't look like this earlier." You gnawed on your hotdog in thought.

"You're... not the sun that crawled down from the sky?" They questioned, incredibly cautious.

You shook your head with a smile. "Don't be silly! The sun is right th-" Where the fuck was the sun? "Uh.." Realisation started to dawn on you, perhaps.. it could be true? It would explain your sudden attitude shift, and physical shift, and the urge to just float into the sky.

"... Maybe I am the sun?" Your smile vanished for a moment, before it came back. "But isn't that wonderful? I can brighten up the world now. I think that's something powerful."

You sat on the curb, and Hank eventually sat with you. "At least you're not trying to kill me." They grumbled, a sour look on their face. "Feels like everything is against me right now, just 'cause one guy screwed me over." Their stomach growled. "....Is the offer for that hotdog still open?"

A giggle left your lips, and you handed them the ketchup slathered dog. "Eat up, I'm sure bright things will be coming your way. After all, when you hit low, the only way you can go is up, right?"

He swallowed his mouthful and sighed. "I sure hope so."

#hank #hank j wimbleton #hank x reader #madcom #madness combat #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #hank j wimbleton x reader #x gon deliver to ya #hawt dawgs are the only food in nevada lol

[ellenripleysbelieveitornot]

P.S. Now that the official stuff is out of the way... Please. Larian please. Please Larian. Please give Astarion the ability to turn into a fluffy white bat throughout the whole game. I am throwing aside my pride and begging you on the ground on hands and knees here. He doesn't need to be useful. Hell, his only abilities could be screeching into the void echolocation style (let's be real, he needs it) flapping around like an idiot on the sidelines making unhelpful, unvoiced (trying not to ask for too much here) comments while the other three party struggles to kill an entire goblin camp on their own. Let him spread rabies across Faerun like the horrible little bastard he is. Maybe he's sonuseful that once he bats he forgets how to turn back, and is just a stupid waste of space in the party. I don't care. I will never remove him from the party amd let him ride around on my character's head (flying is exhausting, poor little guy.) Please. I NEED this. I need this like I need...well, not the sun, because that's just insensitive. I need this like Astarion needs therapy.

You showed us what could have been. We could have had it all. Rolling in the deep.

Please.

Submitted a bug report and then tacked this on the end because I am COMPLETELY lacking in shame. I have normal feelings about Batstarion.

#astarion #batstarion

[thatspookyagent]

Dating Heimdall (Black!GN!Reader) would include...

Warnings: Typical assholery and bastard behaviour lmao otherwise none

a/n: First time writing for a video game franchise and I hope that y’all enjoy this! Heimdall is easily my favorite GOW character besides Freyr and Angrboda. There’s not much fanfiction out there for GOW: Ragnarok right now, let alone for Heimdall, and like none for a Black!Reader specifically. So this is me PUTTING that content out there in the void for someone to find, read, and share! Side note: I am yet again writing Black!Reader headcanons with a darker skinned!reader and 4 type hair!reader in mind unapologetically. <3

If you want to be tagged in any of my content, don’t be afraid to tell me via my ask box or through messages! Just remember to be clear about what specific kinds of content, characters, and fandoms you want me to tag you in or if you want to be put on my general tag list! I’m always looking to add more people and I’d be more than happy to add you (if you wish)! :3

If you were to describe Heimdall with just one word it would aggy lmfao

No really, he makes you want to kick both his ass and those grills in his teeth all the way to the Light of Alfheim

But regardless you fell for him because Reasons™

When you reflect upon why and how you did so, you can’t really come up with a definitive singular answer

Maybe it's because he treats you differently especially when it comes to teasing 

It’s more playful than brutal like he is with others and it gives you boy who pulled your hair back in kindergarten cause he secretly likes you vibes

Whenever Heimdall does tease you, his body language is different as well

Less condensing and try me and more goading and trying to vy for your attention kinda thing

That and he smiles relentless while he does it, like a genuine heartwarming smile not I’ll eat your kids and your pets smile

Just imagine him walking backwards slowly on his heels while swinging his arms and bringing them forward occasionally to make a soft clapping sound

He’s poking fun at you tripping earlier and thinking that nobody saw you when he absolutely did

Your comeback is to ask him why he was staring at you in the first place

He replies with “I just liked what I saw.”

You jab back with "If I only liked what I see now back."

That’s another reason why he really likes you, you always have a comeback to his remarks when most don’t

You really don’t take his comments lying down and actively engage in fun spirited banter with him whether you're starting or finishing it

While others shy away from it and avoid that man like the PLAGUE

To be fair his demeanor and vibe with you is MUCH less hostile with others so nobody wanting to be around him is very understandable lmao

Even then when there’s moments were Heimdall steps outta line (and there are), you don’t hesitate to push back and check him

He NEEDS a s/o who can do that cause otherwise Heimdall won’t read, understand, or internalize boundaries and will eventually continue to keep going

Those moments where you check him are usually answered by long periods of silence from Heimdall or curt nods, he knows your limits, and chooses to respect them

Partly because you do the same with him, which for you is mainly out of respect, and cause you like him

On another note, Gulltoppr is y’all’s child I said what I said

You were deathly scared of them at first cause who the hell smuggled a whole ThunderCat into Asgard hELLO???

But after awhile you warmed up to the battle cat since Gulltoppr can see just how much Heimdall cares for you and if you’re good enough for Heimdall, you’re good enough for them

Heimdall often scolds you for feeding Gulltoppr apples and cheese a lot but you also scold Heimdall for not giving enough treats to them cause how else do you remind them that they’re doing a good job protecting Asgard???

When he’s not looking you like to give Gulltoppr head pats and belly rubs cause they do NOT get enough of those in their life

You’ve managed to persuade Heimdall to snuggle with you and Gulltoppr while he reads on his breaks and you bet that there’s even more cheese and apples involved in that

Now onto some stuff that’s more Black!Reader specific-

This man is a bit OBSESSED with your hair don’t @ me !!!

If your hair is longer, especially long enough to be in box braids or have extensions in, he will be in total and complete awe at them

Catch him staring at your hair whenever you’re in the Asgardian mess hall together

At some point the staring gets so frequent that you sorta call him out on it and he’ll just...freeze

Later on when you two are more alone he’ll go “So...how does THAT work?” and motion towards your head

Sure Heimdall braids his own hair from time to time but his braids are different in many ways

Speaking of Heimdall and braids, you bet your ass you braid his hair stop playin !!!

You’re kind of a whizz at it and he doesn’t let ANYONE touch his scalp so you’re fumbling with a gold mine here

Heimdall only trusts you to mess around with his golden locs and will only really allow you to see him with his hair down OR messy

Speaking of hair down, he’s down for you to do or help him in his hair care routine lmao

Washing it, brushing it, putting some kind of good smelling product in it, you name it

Also if you leave your hair care products just lying around he WILL sniff and try them out

SO if you’ve got some expensive stuff that’s really for your hair type usage only, you better hide it better next time

For revenge you can put his hair in cornrows and then watch it fall out the next day sksksk

Now back to your hair, even if you hair is short or you use wigs, he will still be intrigued by it

Imagine Heimdall being dumbfounded at your waves like WHy is the ocean on your head and HOw?

He will return the hair care time favour and learn how to take care of your hair if you wish

Will steal your bonnets, durags, and head scarves BEWARE

He claims that it was just “lying around” and that he needs to protect his hair too <3

You roll your eyes and just make sure to order more protective hair fabric for the both of you

If you ask him if he has any design requests, anything with gold ornate on it will suffice (similar to his outfit that he wears)

That way y’all can tell your stuff from one another’s and he can color coordinate with his own natural hair color

Also he WILL throw at you and or remind you to put on a bonnet, durag, or head scarf if you aren’t wearing one before you go to bed

Something else that he admires about you is definitely how different colors of clothing make your skin tone stand out

Heimdall always stands out honestly due to being albino and having gold teeth like even for an Aesir God

It admittedly is different and a bit unfamiliar for him to see someone with darker skin and textured hair

Though don’t get him wrong, he welcomes it with open arms

Especially whenever the two of you are in bed together, cuddling, and just lying there together

He likes to have the windows open and have you on whatever side of the bed is facing that particular window

Cause it means that when he wakes up before the sun rises, he gets to watch the sun come up, and bounce light off of your melanin <3

He will absodoodley lay with you in bed all day (for as long as he can get away with it) while he brushes his hands against certain parts of your skin that are being lit up by the sun

He’ll only get up to get you some food or shower, basically basic needs until he has no choice but to get up cause he’s The Watcher of Asgard™ n all that

You know that his love for you has to run DEEP if he’s slacking off on watching Asgard cause he’s too busy giving you the attention that he deserves

And his love does indeed run deeper than a Jotunn’s ass crack for you truly if Odin doesn’t really approve of his relationship with you and he still actively decides to continue it anyways knowing this

Regardless of what other people think, he knows where his love lies, with him every morning and night, in front of sunny windows while he caresses and admires them

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His Love

|Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader|

Part Nine

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Summary: Being a bastard born in the slums of Flea Bottom was all you were known for. Not the streak of white you had in your dark hair, the violet ring around your pupils, or how your sharp tongue and skills with the blade resembled your father, Daemon Targaryen. You were just a bastard, nothing more, but to him, to Aegon Targaryen, you were everything. You were his love.

Author's Note: I feel like a broken record, but THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT!! I have never found people who have loved something that I love like y'all. I wanna giggle, twirl my hair, and kick my feet, but I also need to scream into the void to get these big feelings out. xD  Finally, we have reached the beginning of the end for our sweet main character, but with the loss of innocence breeds growth and strength for the future.

Chapter Warnings: It's Game of Thrones. What do you expect? A happy ending?

You had traveled from your solar to your bed chamber, to the door again, unable to rest for a moment. Your lip throbbed, and your cuticles were stained with crusted blood. Your hair hung loosely over your shoulders. The unknown was gnawing at your insides. No one would answer your cries.

The hours dragged on, and soon the sun was setting for the next day. No one had come to open your doors. Servants had not come to give you meals or help you undress.

You survived on pure adrenaline, your limbs constantly shaking as time ticked on. Your mind was set on what could happen to Lyra and Sara. The power of the Targaryen's had no limit. If they wished, they could destroy an entire House. Sons, daughters, mothers, and fathers wiped out with a single dragon's breath.

There was no escape for you, not now, not ever. You had to accept the destiny the Gods had paved for you with a stiff lip as a soldier on the battlefield.

A breeze ruffled your skirts, securing your arms around your torso for warmth and comfort. Another gust whistled through the cracks in the stone walls, the glass in the windows crackling to adjust to the sudden temperature change. You followed each noise, eyes darting across the room. You ran to your wardrobe as your mind raced with ideas, taking a regal woolen cloak with a three-headed dragon embroidered over the left breast.

You rushed to the other side of your bed chambers, feeling the wall for any indentation or crack where Lyra had entered your room the other night. There was no time to scold yourself for not remembering such crucial information as your fingers quickly searched. Finally, you felt a small crack in the wall that was not there from age as you pulled, scraping your nails across the stone. The metal hinges creaked as you opened it, a gust of damp air blanketing your exposed flesh, your hair standing on edge.

No torches lined the way, cobwebs hanging just above ones head as you peered into the darkness. Quickly, you grabbed a candlestick, using that as your only light source as you entered the black tunnel. You had no clue where this led, having no choice but to keep going forward blindly.

You hoped you were using your time effectively. The thought of someone coming into your rooms to let you out while you traversed through the endless night crossed your mind, and doubt began to fester.

It seemed there was no end to the labyrinth of the Red Keep until you spotted another secret entrance. It would be easier to navigate the castle once you were back in the lavish halls; you just prayed wherever you entered was unoccupied.

The door was heavy, catching on a ledge you could not see as you opened. You attempted to remain quiet as you shoved the door with your shoulder, a dull pain radiating through your chest as you tried again, the passage finally giving.

The Gods answered your prayers as you found yourself in an unfamiliar hall. You breathed a sigh of relief as you gathered your surroundings. Luxurious rugs of red covered the floor, drapings of House Targaryen's crest lining the walls as you shut the door, finding its place around the many similar stones. No guards were posted in the corridors, which raised alarm in your mind, but you pushed it away, following your gut. You trusted your instincts to guide you taking in deep breaths as you wandered blindly.

The castle was eerily silent, the sun hidden under Blackwater Bay. The only sign of life was the burning torches and candelabras hanging from the walls. No servants bustled as they did during the day, carrying miscellaneous objects to an unknown destination.

As you rounded a corner, you saw a familiar painting you passed on your daily path to your lessons with Septa Mariam, finally recognizing where you were. Only a few more paces and you would be near the council room, where you were sure to find some form of life.

"My lady, you seem lost," a voice startled you from behind. You clutched your chest as you turned, seeing a knight in shining silver armor and a white cape. You had seen his face before, tan skin with a light dusting of scruff and short black hair.

"Ser," you chortled, attempting to laugh off your evident scare, "you frightened me."

"The hour is growing late, my lady. You should be in your chambers," he said, stepping closer, his palm on the hilt of his sword.

A lump formed in your throat, threatening to choke your words. "I was hungry," you answered, the lie rolling off your tongue quickly. "I have not eaten since near noon and could not wait any longer for my maids seemed to have disappeared." He took a step forward, and you took one back, mirroring each other's moves.

"What is your name, Ser Knight? I do not believe to have made your acquaintance, yet." Your eyes flickered back to his sword, his hand never leaving it.

"Ser Criston Cole," he answered. "The sworn protector of the Queen, and I have strict orders from Her Grace to keep you in your chambers."

You stumbled backward, tripping over your skirt as Ser Criston grabbed your bicep. "Unhand me, Ser!" You shouted, attempting to tear your arm away from him. He was far too strong, a Kingsguard with years of training, and you, a simple malnourished peasant, years younger than him.

"I have no quarl with you," he grunted as you smacked him with your fist. "I must take you back to your rooms by order of the Queen."

You managed to yank your arm out of his grip, your heel catching on the edge of your skirt as you fell. Your head smacked the stone floor, the carpet providing no cushion as the pain shook your skull. Ser Criston kneeled, stiff and uncomfortable in his armor, as he attempted to pull you up.

Before you could think better of it, your leg kicked him in the chest. He slumped over while he gasped for air, certainly not expecting a girl barely half his age to have such strength. You had evaded the capture of the Gold Cloaks your whole life. Running away from men in shining armor was not new to you. It was just more difficult in an elegant dress.

Ser Criston struggled to keep up with your fast pace, your strides unhindered by layers of metal and leather. You had no clue where you were going, only knowing it was away from him. You heard shouting behind you and the sound of more thundering feet than just one man as you jumped down a flight of stairs, using the wall to propel you forward. You continued your sprint, not stopping even as you run into a male servant dressed in red, knocking a tray of polished silver onto the ground.

You ran until you met a large corridor, the most extensive doors you had ever seen at the end. You realized they were made of oak and bronze as you barreled through, slamming them behind you. You turned to scan the surroundings of what you could only assume with the Great Hall. As you gasped, a handful of people stared at your sudden entrance.

You did not know where to keep your eyes. A man who was not the King sat on the Iron Throne. A man with a curly beard of chestnut brown and hair to match with strands of white sat in his place, the pendant of the hand pinned to his left breast. The Queen stood beside him, her wavy hair not styled but still just as beautiful. She had a look on her face, a mixture between shock and anger, as the pursuing knights finally caught up to you.

Lyra and Sara stood at the steps to the Throne, their hands and feet bonded in shackles, a guard on each side of them. Fear lowered Sara's head, a despondent expression on her tear-stained face as Lyra kicked her. A silent communication between long-time friends that you did not understand until Sara smiled. Even as Lyra was chained and headed towards an unspeakable end, she still wanted to protect you. You were the last true family she had. Her sister was long dead due to the same family she stood in front of.

She would soon meet Eliana, she decided. It would be nice to see her sister once again finally. She could tell her how you've grown, how you have her grit and determination, how much of a spitfire you have become, how apples are your favorite. Eliana would undoubtedly laugh at that.

"I was..." Ser Criston started to say, out of breath after such a long chase, "I was just escorting the lady back to her rooms, Your Highness." He addressed the Queen, ignoring the Hand that sat on the Throne. "Please forgive the intrusion."

The Queen and the Hand nodded, Alicent wrapping her arms around her forest green dress and turning away.

Ser Criston grabbed you by the back of your neck, jerking you toward him before you could think to run again. He was more determined this time. His ego was bruised because of a little girl, and he realized he needed to treat you as a man, snatching your arms behind your back as you pulled away from him. You slipped from his grasp again and ran to Lyra as if you could change her fate.

If the King were here, or perhaps your father, they would see the pain this sentence would bring you and hopefully stand on the side of reason. But they were not here as you fell to your knees at the steps of the Iron Throne, Lord Otto Hightower staring down from his nose at you.

"Please, My Lord, please!" You began to sob, clasping your hands together as if praying. "Please spare them! Do not put their punishment on my hands! They are good and kind people, trying to save their only kin from being taken away."

Ser Criston and another member of the Kingsguard came from behind, lifting you to your feet by your underarms. Lord Hightower flicked his fingers, dismissing you, and adjusted himself more comfortably atop the seat of swords. You continued your struggle, two men much more difficult than one, as you thrashed about in their hold.

"My Queen! My Queen! Please, I beg of you, do not take my only family," you cried, racking your brain for anything you could use to find kindness within her. "My mother died on the birthing bed after she bore me! I never knew her love, never knew what she looked like. I can only imagine her likeness when I see her sisters face."

Queen Alicent did not turn to see your tears, picking ferociously at her cuticles until the thin piece of skin ripped clear to her knuckle, blood oozing out of her porcelain skin.

"I cannot bare the loss of another on my heart. The weight will surely break it," you shouted across the Great Hall as the Knights dragged you out. "An aversion to commit murder is not a weakness! Your late Lady Mother would surely feel the same!"

As the door closed behind you, you saw it—a twitch. A slight turn of the Queen's head gave you hope-- licked the flame in your chest as Lyra gave you one last reassuring smile.

***

What was left of your staff was waiting for you in your solar. Izola and Caldia stood with their hands clasped and heads down, solemn expressions on their faces. You did not need to speak with them about what happened, for they already knew, no doubt, a witness to Sara's arrest. You wondered if they knew about her and Lyra's plans and if they tried to help but thought better than to ask. You didn't want to cause another person to suffer on your behalf.

"My lady," they both curtsied, eyes still downcast.

You nodded and walked past them, placing your cloak on a stool and heading to your bedroom. "I would like a bath," you stated without the familiar kindness in your tone. The Targaryen's had stolen that from you. You didn't want to be the sweet and considerate person they expected.

"Yes, my lady," they said in unison, curtsying as before, and ran to fetch some warm water.

You became detached from your body as your subconscious controlled your actions, unlacing the front of your dress and shimmying the top layer off. You didn't care to place your garments into a neat stack as you usually would, thoughtless as you left them in a pile on the floor. The stone didn't cause its typical spine-chilling shiver as you walked to your vanity and fixed your hair, slouching on the cushioned stool. Though the brush was lying plainly before you, you could not see it, your eyes not registering with your mind, unable to form cogitations or feel any emotions.

Your arm lifted like a puppet on a string, picking up the brush as its silver handle glinted in the candlelight and ran it through your hair. You could feel the stinging of your pulled roots, the teeth catching on the tiny knots that appeared throughout the day's mayhem and continued to rake through boorishly.

You studied your reflection. Your cheeks had become fuller than the day you arrived here. Instead of a sallow hue to your skin, it was now flushed, with a red undertone rich from blood. You looked... beautiful, and you hated it.

You loathed what your good health meant, what was lost and taken from you. Sorrow for the years ahead filled with longing for a life you once had.

Your ladies returned with buckets of steaming water, interrupting your storm of thoughts as they went to the tub.

You had gone your whole life without bathing regularly, and you took full advantage of now being able to. You had requested the bathtub be kept in your bed chambers at all times, a decorated partition to be put in front of it as they helped scrub your body. You were used to eyes on you while you washed, a routine quality of living with a house full of women, but these felt different.

They were not Sara, Caldia, or Izola's concentrated stares but ones you could not see. The thought of someone lurking in the shadows, their pupils dilated as they watched the water drip from your sanguine flesh, made the hairs on the back of your neck stand.

"My lady, the bath is ready," Caldia said as if speaking to a startled animal, ready to jump out and bite.

Maybe she was right to be afraid, you thought.

You placed the brush back onto the wooden vanity, removing the final layer of clothing and revealing your naked body. The water was too hot, almost burning your skin, but you did not care, only releasing a sharp intake of breath as you submerged up to your neck. You did not feel the same apprehensive feeling as you had the past times you bathed, which soothed some of the tension held within your shoulders as you sank into the tub.

Izola kneeled beside the wooden pool, laying the products neatly on a stool beside her. She dipped her hands in the water, stifling a wince from how hot it was as she began to lather some scented soap on her hands.

"I thank you, Izola," you turned, facing the two handmaids, "but I wish to bathe myself tonight." Both women gawked, stunned by your unusual request. "And you also, Caldia, I thank you for everything. You both have made this prison feel somewhat of a home to me, and that is more than I could have ever asked for."

They shared a worried look, but in the end, relented, unable or unwilling, you did not know, to refuse your request.

***

You did not think. You did not move as the summer sun burned your skin, sweat dripping down your neck and temples. Your mind and body were immune to any stimulant. All you could feel was a deep, hollow, consuming darkness devouring your heart. A tangled mess of rage, desperation, and anguish gnashing its teeth in your chest as you stared at the unblinking faces, their mouths gaping as flies landed on their tongues.

Lyra's bright, sapphire eyes were now glazed over. She and Sara's heads were next to each other on a wooden pike displayed on the battlements of the Red Keep for all to see.

You could no longer stand to look at them, the sight turning your bones into liquid.

With the consent of the Small Council, the Hand of the King concluded in a matter of hours that the attempted abduction of a member of the royal family was one of the highest treasons and that no punishment other than death fit the crime.

"Look at them," Daemon commanded, finally speaking after long moments of silence. He was leaning against a pillar, his leather gloves clasped together at his waist.

You refused to move your head, your eyes focused solely on the cracks in the pale Red Stone flooring.

"Look at them," he demanded of you once again, but you still did not listen as your teeth digging into your sensitive lip.

He strolled over wordlessly, his pace not matching his tone from earlier as he stood beside your trembling form. A speck of blue flew across your vision, too quick to register, as a bird landed on Sara's stiff head, pecking at her decaying eyes.

"Remember this," Daemon spoke, your watery gaze snapping to his, "remember how this made you feel and keep it. Lock it away inside you until need it's rage." He turned to you, his head tilted downward and peering through his blonde lashes. "Until you need it's pain, hurt, and sorrow brings forth your strength."

"It is your fault this happened," you snapped, unthinking, fists balling at your sides.

"Do not blame me for the Madam's choices. Had she not hidden Elaina's pregnancy you might have grown up privileged and these girls would still be alive." You frowned, glaring at him with slanted eyes and downturned lips.

You were unable to refute his point. Perhaps you could have been royalty if Ma had decided not to hide your mother away. But the rumors of deaths surrounding Daemon's alleged bastards were not something Ma would test.

"The Hightowers killed your family, beheaded an ignorant servant girl who thought she could do good." He placed his palms on your shoulders, rubbing his thumbs soothingly across your collarbones and the base of your neck. "If you wish to protect those you love, you must stay here; let me take care of you as I should have all those years, raise you as my daughter, and we will make these Green Bastards regret the day they stepped foot in the Dragon's Den."

As you clasped your hands onto his wrists, you stared back into your father's eyes, an inferno raging behind your violet-brimmed pupils. You were going to destroy House Hightower and all who supported them. Their plans or aspirations would never come to fruition as long as dragon blood flowed through your veins.

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My life is moving super fast atm. I quit my super-toxic job, and I'm graduating from my program in two days! My work culture was so bad to the point where I was contemplating suicide. I had a post in my drafts spoiling the entire plot of this story that I would post when I went through with it. Coincidentally, my therapist was on freaking vacation during that whole time. xD

I already have anxiety about all the exams and finals I have to take to become certified in what I do, and the added stress of a hostile work environment was just too much for me. I didn't think I would have the mental strength and ability to get out of bed and attend school, which meant I probably wouldn't graduate for some time, and I was also constantly dreading going to a place where I saw others ridiculed and bullied around me.

Long story short... it was not a fun time, but I'm past it and headed for better places!

Thank you so much for supporting me with everything I do, no matter how late an update is. xD

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[cinnamonest]

I'm now into the 5th season of hxh. As soon as I finish this series I will actually make a proper post but in the meantime I want to shout into the void how I feel about some of these bastards. Yes I was too lazy to turn off subtitles before taking hulu screenshots. I've been cutting into my sleep hours to watch this since the past week since I keep having to work overtime so this might be incoherent and delirious idk. I'm not entirely sure I'm awake right now. This might be a dream. Anyway

Hisoka was the only character I was familiar with by name prior to watching and like. I always assumed the pervert schtick was like a one-time line/single scene that people just took and ran with it. I was incorrect

I know full well this man would most likely kill me but like. I think I'd be okay with it. I think it would be a good way to go and I would probably accept it. I'd thank him even. I'd ask him to step on me while he does it. Or maybe I'm right at the threshold where I'm so pathetic I'm genuinely not worth killing which I think I'd also be okay with as long as I can still get knocked to the ground and have him step on my neck. Please sir

Also a large portion of me watching this, up until this past week, has been while I'm at home bc I've been home a lot recently and I often have a parallel play thing going on with my mother where in the evenings I'll watch something or play games while she browses facebook or reads her Bible/Christian books and she'll like pay half-attention and make comments every few minutes on anything I watch. In true parent fashion she's managed to be there for like every scene of random naked shots or weird moaning and says nothing, but once just looked up, made a face of deep discomfort and went back to highlighting her Bible. I think about this a lot. I'm sorry mom

I'm very weak to comic relief men actually and I have a triple weakness to token perv characters and furthermore my ovaries were created as such that men who are incredibly intelligent while also being astoundingly dumb are my kryptonite so my boy, be he as he may, dare I admit, does things to me. I think if you pulled the typical tease line where you say something about having a problem and needing a doctor to inspect you or just flash him he might die on the spot and that is very endearing to me. One could torment this man with the slightest of skin or sensuality it would be very easy. I appreciate you leorio

I want to protect Killua but like does he need it really. Like the "oh poor baby I want to hold him and squeeze him and never let anything harm him" urge is there because of my blatant maternal complexes but at the same time I know full well he does not need protecting and would realistically be the one protecting anyone else but like the urge is still there. I don't care. I WILL find something to protect him from and I WILL do it

Also very tsun. I can sense it. I know I'm dumb and weak and I would get snarky comments about it but that's okay. I would let the middle school aged boy bully me. I'd be okay with that

I think Illumi looks kind of like an insect. However he also terrifies me a little bit but I don't think that would particularly bother him. I think I could tell him both that he terrifies me and that he looks like a bug and he would have an entirely neutral response. Would probably just ask what kind of bug but may be disappointed if I name a non-cool bug. I'd probably say a grasshopper. I don't know how he would feel about that

I think what would be infuriating to me most is it is difficult to get much of a reaction out of this dude. Like you can be a total nightmare to have as a captive and the most you'll get is a :/ response. In attitude at least, like he'd probably still snap my wrist if deemed appropriate but would do it with just a mildly exasperated face/voice. I would try so hard to get a strong reaction and would never get it and that infuriates me. What right do you have to infuriate me like this bug man. Stop staring at me with them big ol eyes

I think if this man were to be living a normal life and not running with criminals he would wear socks with sandals on a daily basis. Like those thick white halfway up the calves socks and tan buckled sandals worn exclusively by boomer middle aged dads. And it's not the only trait he would share with middle aged men either I think he would care deeply about the quality of his lawn and mispronounce foreign things in a way that is borderline creative for how wrong it is. I think he just is a middle aged boomer dad trapped in a younger man's body. Release this man into a Home Depot and he will immediately adapt to his natural habitat

I am terrified of this man because due to who I am as a person I immediately evaluate all male specimens on what I think sex with them would be like, and cannot imagine a scenario involving this man where I come out of it without actual internal damage. Like you know how people joke about "rearranging your guts/insides" well this would be that but like actually genuinely. I think intercourse with this tank of a man would automatically necessitate medical attention. However do not mistake my horror for hesitancy because organ rupture is a price I will willingly pay for the experience of a realistic simulation of what I imagine it feels like to be a sick gazelle that falls behind the rest of the herd only to start hearing suspenseful nature documentary music

I cannot look at this man without my blood pressure immediately rising. I have never been simultaneously so strongly attracted to yet have such a strong desire to strangle someone. I think the worst part of this is that he would somewhat let me attempt to strangle him but would find it endearing and would start going on an analysis of my personhood and I will be real with you all that would peak my fury and I would become violent. And blah blah "understanding myself" hey man can you maybe not mass murder and go on your journey of self discovery by doing drugs or taking a road trip or something like a normal person in their quarter life crisis. Is that so hard.

As my fingers type these words I can feel my heart rate increasing and I am filled with immense fury and arousal at the same time. Why are you attractive? What is wrong with me? I hate it and I hate myself for it. I have to unironically take a break from typing to take a deep breath. I have to move on because I'm getting heart palpitations

Shalnark seems underappreciated. I love him so much but he also terrifies me in a way none of the others do. Like sure being blatantly cruel or loud or huge like some of the others is one thing but he's too cheery. It scares me on a visceral level. Sir why are you smiling like that. I do not trust it. Or rather realistically I know I WOULD trust it if I met this man as a stranger because I'm very gullible and that would not end well for me. This boy would probably be like one of the absolute worst people to end up stuck with once you get into it but that is very well hidden from the surface and I do not like that. I know I'm naive as all hell and I would fall for the same tricks over and over and I just know that would be used against me

On the bright side though this does mean he would actually fit the classic, original yandere trope since originally yanderes are supposed to be super sweet and cheery externally, so there's that

My skrungly. My tiny son. Y'all do not understand my predicament because I have a NEED to squish his face in my hands, I have an unbearable urge to pat his head and ruffle his hair, it is a literal physical intrinsic need like food and water and I need this but like at what cost. Is the price one I am willing to pay. The answer is probably yes actually. What are a few broken fingers for a moment of pure bliss. Likewise even if by a mere 2 centimeters I am taller than this man and that brings me great satisfaction. I hold great power in my hands. I would be sure to bring this matter up on a daily basis at great risk to my well-being

Baby boy you are the warmth of my soul and the love of my life and the brightest star in my night sky which is really saying something because you have about as much positive energy as a funeral. Regardless. Baby boy. Baby

I want Kurapika to know I love him. If Kurapika has 100000000 fans I'm one of them. I'm Kurapika has 10 fans I'm one of them. If Kurapika has 0 fans I am dead. If I were a shounen anime protagonist that just got the shit beaten out of me and I'm crumpled on the ground on the verge of unconsciousness and/or death I would have flashbacks and imagery of Kurapika go through my head and then I'd get a sudden burst of willpower and energy to miraculously get back up and kill the villain in a single blow. If I'm having a bad day and a singular thought of Kurapika passes through my mind it becomes a good day. Knowing Kurapika is a spiritual experience for me. I have a small orgasm every time my eyes are graced with Kurapika's visage. I think about Kurapika at minimum 127 times daily and if I fail to do this I will die instantly. I would protect Kurapika with my life. And by God I would gladly volunteer myself for clan rebuilding. Sir if you ever want to spread your bloodline I am right here. I will leap at the chance to spend the rest of my life as your personal incubator. I feel like he'd be paranoid and overprotective and lock me in the same house forever but you know what? I'm fine with that. Walking through our house at night will be like a semi-obscure 2000s Japanese horror rpg because every step you take there's a set of big red eyes staring at you but instead of weird Japanese demons its just pouty tiny kurtas. I am in physical pain because the most screen time he's had in ages is a phone call. Where is my boy. What have they done with my boy. If he does not return soon I will become violent

#i need to compile my mom's commentary because oh my God #she doesn't understand anything going on but comments all the time and it cracks me up #shes very opinionated on the characters #but can never remember their names #every few minutes of watching in silence from across the room i hear her just #'oh him again. i do not like him. i've had enough of him' #and just resumes her Bible study

[vellichorom]

( via @maryssecretblog )

cracks my knuckles so hard i break my hands; ohh beloved mary i've been sitting on a mountain of bitterness since i first picked up hollow knight in 2020, & i'm sure i've said a couple of these things on main before but i'm laying them out again Right Now

the hollow knight fandom is fucking HORRIBLE about godseeker & i will never not be upset about it;

for being the gateway manifest to the game's infamous boss rush DLC that feeds us a little extra lore, leads to the ending most favor & introduces THE SHADE LORD - everyone's FAVORITE manifestation of the void & evolution of the protagonist... she is so painfully overlooked,

& if she's not painfully overlooked, she is disgustingly sexualized; her glorification of abuse by the hands of a god bastardized & taken to paint her as a pervert ( WHICH IS ESPECIALLY ABHORRENT if you stand with the idea that the protagonist is likely Not an Adult & the shade lord is undoubtedly The Protagonist ), her role twisted & simplified to be the shade lord's / the knight's bitch or wife or someone it needs to avoid because she's some kind of predator;

& if she's not sexualized or used as ship fodder, then she is treated as a horrible BITCH who deserves her death & every bit OF abuse one can fling at her because she dared not be nice to The Protagonist - nevermind that plenty of other characters can do the same or straight up KILL THEM & they're seen as fandom favorites ( see; Tiso, The Pale King, Hornet, fucking Everyone in the game ) & nevermind the fact that The Protag also invaded her mind without permission & started fucking around ( not that i'm saying it deserves to be bashed for it but you know. it did walk into the ass kicking arena (( the godseeker / knight dynamic isn't a fault of anyone's, it's just a lot of ' you did this so now this happens ' )) )

& i'm so. sick. can we take off our jackass glasses for 5 seconds & look at her critically, i'm begging you. hollow knight fandom. i'm going to strangle someone

godseeker is a FASCINATING character, right up there with all the higher beings themselves; godseeker is a character that hails from a far off land, presumably forsaken by the gods of it to the point that it stands in perpetual ruin, having toiled & crawled her way to hallownest in search of the pale king's divine light only to be met with a KINGDOM of powerful gods. only to be MYSTERIOUSLY locked up before being able to attune until you, as the protagonist, free her. & that pretty much unleashes a domino effect that has a severe impact on what remains of the kingdom, that has a severe impact on EVERYONE'S fate including her own, depending on what you do.

you can choose to take on the remnants of the kingdom's gods, slay the one causing the plague that took them all out, & in your escape from her mind, punish & kill the one who perpetuated their legends, & EVEN end up in purgatory with her, where now YOU are the god of gods, at the cost of your freedom as well as her's - to live in glory forevermore.

but oh no, she's the whore bitch who was a little mean to you & wants daddy god to punish her.

get out of my sight you fucking worm you know nothing

#twinkie talks #Hollow Knight #Hollow Knight Godmaster #Godseeker #HK Godseeker #YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ALL LOOK. YOU ALL LISTEN TO ME #& I COULD KEEP GOING ON. THAT'S WHY I MADE THIS ON AN ENTIRELY NEW POST #godseeker is so meaningful & important to hollow knight actually but half the fandom does not have the cells to see it #NOT EVERYONE. OF COURSE #& godseeker fans SURELY understand #but the things i have seen. i'm so upset forever #& to the godseeker fans i'm so fucking sorry you have to bear witness to this bullshit same as i #whew #hi mary sorry mary do you understand mary <3

[rachaelswrites]

Enemy Number One

Tommyinnit x Streamer!reader

MCC on a different team than Tommy doesn’t go to plan

Word Count: 899

A/N: This is my first fic for Tommy/mcyt so I hope you like it (and please request for them)

Warnings: Language (lots of it)

For this MCC, you and Tommy were on seperate teams. Scott decided that since you two went public with your relationship, he didn’t want anyone to have to deal with both of you on one team so he split you up. You two had been on the same team in the past so neither of you were upset at not being together for the tournament.

You were on Yellow Yaks with Wilbur, Phil, and Shelby and you guys were third with only two more games left. If your team did well enough, you could make it to the top two and play in Dodgebolt. 

“I think it might be hole in the wall,” Phil said as you all watched the chickens move about the voting arena.

“Nooo,” you whined, “I want to get to the other side. It’s more fun.”

“But we’re better at hole in the wall,” Phil countered, “It’ll put us in a better lead for the last game.”

“Or, we can save it for the last game and pop off,” you suggested. 

You watched as the in-game chat started counting the chickens and then the chosen game flashed up on the screen, “Yes!” you yelled, startling everyone, “Okay okay, just remember on the building ones to build up high first and then bridge. You’re less likely to get knocked off that way.”

~~~~~

You were halfway done with the game and you were sitting in the top ten. The past three rounds, you had gotten knocked off and your chat had informed you that it had been Tommy each time.

“Chat, does he have it out for me or what?” you asked, reading through all the messages saying it was Tommy who kept knocking you off, “Listen, we had an agreement we wouldn’t go easy on each other but I didn’t think I would have to tell him to not fucking target me. If he does it again, I’ll kill him.”

You umnuted on Discord and explained to your team what was happening, “Tommy is being a dick,” you said, “He keeps knocking me off. Chat is saying he’s purposely targeting me.”

Phil laughed at your complaint, “I’m not surprised.”

“Philza Minecraft. He is the reason we are losing. You should be more upset,” you said, pouting.

“Y/s/n just punch him back,” Will said.

“You know I don’t need an excuse to do that,” you said as the next round started. It was a building one so you built a pillar and started bridging across the platforms. From the corner of your screen, you saw the familiar pixels of Tommy’s skin coming closer to you.

“Oh no you don’t you bastard,” you mumbled under your breath. You tried to move away from him but it was too late. You tried to fight him off once he got close but it didn’t work. You got knocked off into the void.

“Tommyinnit you fucking dickhead prick!” you screamed, way louder than you anticipated, “I know where you fucking live and I will fucking murder you.”

“Everything okay over there?” Phil asked in the moment of silence that followed your rant.

“Does it sound like everything is okay? No Tommy fucking hit me off again. I need to go yell at him. I swear to god I’m going to commit murder or arson or both.”

~~~~~

You managed to keep your cool for the rest of the two rounds but as soon as you got back to the main lobby, you grabbed your phone and called Tommy.

“Tommy fucking innit. What the fuck? You kept hitting me off. Each round. Six times in a row. What the fuck!” you screamed through the phone.

Tommy had to quickly mute on discord so no one else on his team heard your angry rant. He tried hard not to laugh as you were yelling but he let a chuckle slip.

“Are you laughing at me?” you asked him.

“Well technically yes but also no,” he said, trying to cover himself.

“What does that mean?”

He changed subjects, trying to get the heat off of him, “Are you really upset with me over the game?”

“Not really but don’t you dare target me again like that,” you threatened, “Or I’ll make you come to America to visit. I won’t come to Brighton anymore.”

“Okay okay I won’t,” he said, holding his hands up in defense.

“And you also have to win me a stuffed animal from the arcade,” you added.

“Fine,” he replied, “I’m sorry.”

“You better be,” you grumbled, saying goodbye before hanging up on him, “I’ll murder him chat,” you said to your viewers, “Unless he does win me that stuffed sloth I wanted. Then he’s forgiven.”

Of course, everyone knew you weren’t actually that mad at him and you were just overreacting for the content. Yours and Tommy’s fans know that you wouldn’t let a video game competition break you up or cause an argument.

~~~~~

In the end, your team finished third behind Purple Pandas and Tommy’s team, the Red Rabbits. For Dodgebolt, you immediately got the red foam finger and cheered for his team.

His team didn’t end up winning so you had to take the chance to bully him a little on Twitter before you two called and you made sure to tell him how great he did and how proud of him you were, which he returned. 

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