#open up thine murder eyes

[petite-phthora]

Thank you...

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 10]

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Part 1

Ao3

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Private chat nicknames:

ImBaby= Danielle/Dani/Ellie

MiddleChild= Danny

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Danny rubs his eyes and stares at the laptop in front of him as he’s trying to focus. He’s currently at a table he claimed in his school’s library, and he’s been staring at his screen for a solid 25 minutes by now.

He currently has a free period, just before his last class of the day, so he decided to try and get some homework done now since he has less time after school today.

Because of his date.

He’s going on a date!

Due to the excitement, Danny can’t quite stop himself from grinning like a loon. To be perfectly honest, he hasn’t been able to stop grinning and blushing even since Red Hood had sent that last message.

It’s a date.

Red Hood had confirmed it’s a date!

The buzzing of his phone as he receives a message draws his attention away from his schoolwork even though it wasn’t on that anyway but on a certain kind and handsome vigilante.

Danny picks the device up and takes a look. Seeing Ellie had messaged him, he raises an eyebrow. Assuming it to be another one picture of her standing on some monument in human form in spaces humans without powers shouldn’t be able to get to, like a horse on a roof, he opens the chat.

Though…

That’s not a selfie on top of El Ángel de la Independencia in Mexico, he muses as he reads the text with a slightly confused frown.

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Private chat

~ ImBaby changed their name to SirEllieOfTheInfiniteRealms ~

~ SirEllieOfTheInfiniteRealms changed the name of MiddleChild to HisMajesty ~

SirEllieOfTheInfiniteRealms: once nightfall has cometh upon us, and the world has been plunged into darkness, though blood may be shed, be assured brother o mine, thine honor shall be guarded. i have formulated various challenges most onerous to confirmeth whether the helmed knight in red is righteous enough to court thee. for now, i will have to wish thee adieu, brother mine, as I will need to maketh some preparations for these mentioned challenges before I can enact them. as for the outcome of the trials i have set, i shall visit thee within the following fortnight bearing the news. until such time, i giveth thou farewell. ancients be with ye.  o7

HisMajesty: ???

HisMajesty: have you swallowed an encyclopedia again? 🤨

HisMajesty: didn’t know it would actually work with teaching you new words 🤔

HisMajesty: would’ve been good to know when I still had Lancer’s English classes 😔😔

HisMajesty: what does even this mean? 🤔🤔

HisMajesty: what are you planning??

HisMajesty: Ellie?

HisMajesty: no seriously, like

HisMajesty: have you been hanging out with CW lately?? 👀👀

HisMajesty: cause this is exactly the sort of cryptic shit I’d expect coming from him 😕😒

HisMajesty: not you

HisMajesty: …usually 😔

HisMajesty: unless he told you to tell me this??? 🤨 🤨

HisMajesty: but then again, he prefers to use his sticky notes to leave me cryptic messages..

HisMajesty: Ellie? 😟

HisMajesty: what are you doing????

HisMajesty: where even are you right now?? 🤔

HisMajesty: last I heard you were in Mexico 🇲🇽

HisMajesty: are you still there?

HisMajesty: Ellie

HisMajesty: please answer me 🙏🙏

HisMajesty: Ellieeeeee ☹️

HisMajesty: Elle

HisMajesty: Els

HisMajesty: Ella

HisMajesty: Elski

HisMajesty: Elleroonie

HisMajesty: Ellexandro

HisMajesty: Eljamin

HisMajesty: Ellodore

HisMajesty: 🥺

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Danny stops messaging her when he realizes she’s not going to read any of his texts any time soon. He lets out a weary sigh.

What has she gotten herself into this time?

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Red Hood came to pick Danny up at his apartment at 12.50. He rang the doorbell this time. Before Danny can do so much as greet him, Red Hood hands him a box. Danny looks at it confused before moving his gaze onto Red Hood with the same expression.

“Here, for you” He grunts.

Danny looks back down at the box and under the stare of the helmed vigilante, that Danny can’t quite see due to the helmet. Danny takes it and opens it gingerly. Inside are what seem to be some kind of chocolate squares.

“It’s chocolate fudge. Homemade. Wasn’t quite sure what you would like…” Red Hood explains.

Danny looks back up and beams at him, cheeks turning slightly pink.

“Oh no, this is great! Thanks!”

He tries one out, under the watchful eye of Red Hood and Oh Ancients, they are delicious. Which Danny then also proceeds to verbalize.

“Oh my Ancients, these are amazing. Thank you so much!”

Danny gives him a quick hug, even lifting him slightly off the ground which does things to Red Hood (not that Danny noticed), as Red Hood lets out a soft “No problem” before letting go as he remembers something

“Oh wait! Before we go, I also have something for you as well!” Danny blurts out, quickly darting back into his apartment to get something, putting the box of chocolate fudge down on his counter.

He guesses Red Hood hadn’t quite expected that, as he was still frozen into place when Danny came back with his own gift for his date.

Danny hands over a small inconspicuous white box. Red Hood takes it and opens it before carefully taking out the sleek silver watch and turning it over.

As he’s looking it over, Danny starts talking again.

“Okay, okay, so I’ll explain what it does in a minute. First off though, put it on!” He says, jittery from nerves and excitement

He really hopes Red Hood will like it.

Red Hood silently does as he says and puts on the watch.

“Now turn to the wall and press that button right there!” Danny continues, pointing out a small button on the side of the watch.

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What Jason had expected to happen when he pressed the button on the watch, was for it to light up or turn on or something, maybe play a little tune or a nice message.

What Jason hadn’t expected to happen, was for a toxic green laser to shoot out of the watch and blast the wall in front of him, leaving behind a black scorch mark.

Stunned, Jason drops his gaze back onto the, now slightly smoking, ‘watch’ before turning his wide-eyed gaze back onto Danny. Danny, who seems to be practically vibrating in excitement and is eagerly awaiting his reaction.

“Do you like it? It’s the Fenton Watch Ray! I modeled it after the Fenton Wrist Ray, but I decided to make the design more sleek and inconspicuous. When pressing the button, it’ll release a highly pressurized ectoplasmic energy blast.

“You see, it takes in ambient ectoplasm from the surrounding area as fuel! So it won’t run out of energy and you don’t need to charge it! The ectoplasm it’s infused with also makes it more resistant, so it’s harder to break and you’ll be able to take it out on patrol with you if you need it!

“Don’t worry though! While it may look a little dangerous, it’s actually quite harmless to living humans! The most it’ll do is knock them down, or even out on some occasions. And there’s no lasting after-effects!

“Oh! And this button,” Danny pauses as he points out a button on the other side of the watch, “shows you the time!”

Danny pushes the button and, sure enough, the screen of the ‘watch’ lights up, showing it is currently 12.56 pm.

During the entire rant, Jason just stares at Danny through his helmet in stunned silence. He didn’t quite understand everything that was just word-vomited at him, but he got the general gist of it.

‘Marry me,’ is what he wants to say.

“Thank you” is what he says instead, in the softest tone known to man with blushing cheeks and a lovesick smile on his face.

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Taglist:

@i-always-say-yea   @uraniumwizard    @why-must-i-be-like-this   @griffinthing

#dp x dc #dp x dc fic #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #dead on main ship #jason: oh i'll be romantic and make him some homemade chocolate! #danny: hmmm do you think he likes lasers? #danny is of the opinion that lasers are a good 'first' date gift #he's not wrong #it definitely works #especially for jason #danny just quickly made that watch within like 30 mins with some random stuff he had lying around #as you do #btw if anyone needs a translation of ellie's confusing text message please let me know #i thought it was understandable enough #but just in case i can translate it if needed I don't mind :)

[vickyvicarious]

"While I was overcome by these feelings, I left the spot where I had committed the murder, and was seeking a more secluded hiding-place, when I perceived a woman passing near me. She was young, not indeed so beautiful as her whose portrait I held, but of an agreeable aspect, and blooming in the loveliness of youth and health. Here, I thought, is one of those whose smiles are bestowed on all but me; she shall not escape: thanks to the lessons of Felix, and the sanguinary laws of man, I have learned how to work mischief. I approached her unperceived, and placed the portrait securely in one of the folds of her dress.

1818

"While I was overcome by these feelings, I left the spot where I had committed the murder, and seeking a more secluded hiding-place, I entered a barn which had appeared to me to be empty. A woman was sleeping on some straw; she was young: not indeed so beautiful as her whose portrait I held; but of an agreeable aspect, and blooming in the loveliness of youth and health. Here, I thought, is one of those whose joy-imparting smiles are bestowed on all but me. And then I bent over her, and whispered, 'Awake, fairest, thy lover is near—he who would give his life but to obtain one look of affection from thine eyes: my beloved, awake!'

The sleeper stirred; a thrill of terror ran through me. Should she indeed awake, and see me, and curse me, and denounce the murderer? Thus would she assuredly act, if her darkened eyes opened and beheld me. The thought was madness; it stirred the fiend within me—not I, but she shall suffer: the murder I have committed because I am for ever robbed of all that she could give me, she shall atone. The crime had its source in her: be hers the punishment! Thanks to the lessons of Felix, and the sanguinary laws of man, I had learned now to work mischief. I bent over her, and placed the portrait securely in one of the folds of her dress. She moved again, and I fled.

1831

This is the greatest divergence in the Creature's tale, and a really interesting one. In the original version, he immediately gets angry at Justine for being a beautiful woman. The idea that she would never smile at him doesn't seem to be about her specifically as much; more that the Creature knows no one would ever love him or even look kindly upon him. Sure, she reminds him of Mrs. Frankenstein and by extension Safie, but only inasmuch as she is a pretty woman who would fear him like the rest. He doesn't dwell much on any particular desires beyond a smile, and like I said before, he goes straight to getting angry and taking out said anger by forcing her to pay for his crime. It's the product of a single moment of rage, lashing out at the first person he sees who probably would hate and fear him also.

The 1831 version is in some sense more believable, in that it seems a little odd Creature would be able to sneak up on and plant the portrait in Justine's pocket as she ways by him, without her noticing. It also ties in with her story about staying in the barn. On the other hand, it also reads as a lot creepier. Creature approaches Justine in her sleep, pretends to be her lover, says he'd gladly die for her to smile at him... With very little build-up, it reads more as either play-acting something he's read in a book (though I don't know of such scenes in the books he mentions learning from, I haven't read them myself) or heard in a romantic story told by the De Laceys, perhaps. It also could suggest some level of transference of possible feelings of romantic/sexual desire for Safie, which could be read into earlier chapters. This is added to by the "darkened eyes" line - both Mrs. Frankenstein's portrait and Safie herself were described as having "dark eyes" in his narrative. Regardless, the scene feels a lot more intrusive and sexual in a distinctly uncomfortable way.

And that's even before he decides to frame her for the murder. Creature gets scared that she'll wake up (like he's been asking her to) and inevitably reject him. Due to the nature of this more prolonged encounter, his reaction feels more intense as well. This isn't in the immediate aftermath of having murdered a child he had hoped could come to love him before being rejected even by a young and innocent person (also having discovered the link to his creator and decided that William wasn't so innocent after all) - instead, this is after looming over Justine's sleeping form for who knows how many minutes, staring at her and speaking to her like a lover. And not only does it feel more intense just from the situation, but Creature's words are more inflammatory. He explicitly blames Justine herself for being the reason he killed William, and thus she is the one who deserves the punishment. Not only is this blatantly ridiculous reasoning (he never even saw Justine until after he'd killed the boy, and she's had no chance to reject him since she doesn't even know he is there), it also is a very dangerous uniting of various different people and concepts into one body, which he then blames. He is taking all his disappointment and anger from his encounters with Safie, Felix, the man on the road, William, the thought of his creator... everyone who has ever rejected him, and he's putting it all on the innocent Justine. He's externalizing his own actions as not his fault, and instead blaming a total stranger. And of course, given the previously discussed more sexual overtones of this scene, it all reads as very unsettling indeed.

It definitely makes him less likable and sympathetic as a character to me. But it also could be seen as adding more foreshadowing/buildup to his demand for a female companion of his own. As well as giving us a look at a possible outcome if said fellow creature were to reject his affections as well. This blueprint suggests the Creature would blame her and Frankenstein for all that follows... and what would follow would be him lashing out violently against both them and probably others. (He isn't physically violent with Justine here, but there's a feeling of violence nonetheless, and certainly he knows what the consequences will be for her: judicial violence).

#frankenstein weekly #creature #1818 vs 1831 #catching up on my notes from the past several chapters today. i've been too tired to actually write them up #and have just been throwing the quotes into drafts so far. so there's a couple to be had

[occulticvioletdepths]

//god your character lore is terrifying. anyway what if camille didn't kill anyone?

// i was actually writing an au thing for this a while back! it's still in my drafts. i'm so sorry anon who sent that ask.

either way: no arson. no murder. no deal with uberto demian. camille would still flee to unova to get as far away from the sinclair estate as she could reasonably do. this poses a few new issues in her life.

1: lacking a feminine body, she'd be hit by crippling gender dysphoria manifesting in part as not seeing any worth in herself... and she probably wouldn't be able to get hrt for a long time, not knowing how the unovan healthcare system works.

2: probably a fear of showing herself in public. she wouldn't challenge the unova gyms for instance.

3: the sinclair family believe their child to be taken from them. take that as you will, but they want their child back. and they are not averse to dirty tactics.

camille's life would less be about avoiding legal consequences and more about avoiding eyes, as there's a definite chance they would send people to track her down.

calli would still intrigue her, and she would definitely try challenging her, but i'm unsure if they would've become rivals... if they did, though, romance happens (though calli would have much less of a difficult time confessing), and camille would... probably unhealthily devote herself to calli, deriving her own worth from her, which is a dynamic that... i'm not overly comfortable with, but not averse to writing.

ironically, calli would be more open to camille from the getgo seeing as calli still thinks camille is cis in the main scenario.

camille's story would be more about finding her self-worth and standing up for herself instead of what i have loosely planned for her now.

she'd probably be a bit more of a hex maniac to be honest, trying to find other ways to attain girlhood™ aside from what she did in the main scenario.

as for her pokémon team, maybe she would be lacking plagas depending on if she rejects uberto's deal earlier or later. melisma would be much, much more of a companion to her, like aurora is to calli.

also, less "death curse" jokes and more "i prophecise... a punch to thine face" jokes.

#//ooc post #ask game #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #pokeblogging

[libidomechanica]

Before they saw three years followd to much exist in days

By him; and tear, and shaking up     to have I drunk of her check these are coming in mine heart     aches, press me feel you wanted with more subtle there him then,     in difference immortal man, sweets you feel most shade doth be     used genteelly. Twas but

could be; saw the Veil flung off him     of ancient art where the beams have him whose shapes, the breach. When     all him, I on her trembling, sweet babes of old, old and leave     to show I’ve travelers carriage. Men sit and caught And again     subiects wrongs, and men’s, will

feel for need, and the flame, and and     bloom could trust and kind, to sit a stone—something: a cleft the     town’s open for ever puzzled Faith store with all hit or     missed me quit for lightly turns toward of Heaven, that is flames     of children’s cry my strange

she sport is like cloudy central     creatures out as there’s not help their gates with no less, and     she has twa sparkling roof with their torture me; the only     God, forward let them into capitulations do     break. When Landlord hath not

saue, murder in her joys, her     foreigned; and the appointment of our skin, thy voice, or a     spaces that them thine imagination; but oh, ambrosial     cash! Then, since then my love, love what is mard. One is she     be set down to thee: I

flye thy Brothers of me beloved     but in the nation? Rain on the sun looking we will     be about thee, butcher in true shall Stellaes grape, and door     at others doesn’t cut it. We thread’s spun out between earth can     make your lived over note.

Her children die for the earth can     overbear reluctance beach I want his dog, a lip to     Lip concerting to be bevel; by that heaven must not     fit mark to themselves, was never fleur-de-lis; because the     river. Can I then you

me eternal love with fair sex     alone. Reaping o’er tremble deaf heaven above that so     much better priestlike to free them harm. A posy of my     beloved the greater. When natured, miserable Misters,     and speech did those whose motives

were it was brought, there; false, ere     thee? Of any through to spread a landing lips. The field with     the dance overwrought, may like Alexander, to speake and     elegance, then how I lov’d their Gallic names in clamor’s     hours of the woman taught

in good dinners, gleaners, gleaners,     glean in the great conquerors is a photographs, I wish     thy dear! Dogs, or sunk, and watched me already yet to be     well that comes a place, embroidered brain? And debt, and the sadness?     Subsiding, if you

write, as much unblest on the moon-     faced. And child, with the green, and who, by night in the leaves than     breeze in acrylic fur. From Toil, he placed by the girl to     vex the path, struck, kisses on the little verse want to     strangement, pinching fine, my

wife, and saying to shine for home,     the chain, my boiling and yet again down at zero,—lo     coach, chariot, luggage at first detachment had given     thus with vigour froward children’s cry my stranger, mislaid     love away. Of two by

hardly high requiem become     a better; the foot, teach morn the Nith’s wings. Love’s safety in     Love’s the midnight and to thee, as not worthy either know     my word was gone; the Veil flung roses, neither had a meaning.     The golden seemed anew,

grows his banner. To the brown     paper. He cried alone. But the Early, like task of church     of mud and horns, nor judgments of love, I will holding well     both with the doors vnto the daily, laid. And never floats an     Europe than me. He said,

I dared reproved, and gently     he had naughty spirits rush’d through and now still she to rally     to aid this is stretching is a lass there’s for his     own, now lord is with a slightly make her. Upon my hand:     the roses, had not to

be discerne thy fingers reaching     home. Greater ward, was his beads too bountiful still faire text     best in Glory! Because me from one polish’d dove; in the     father drear flat or should be amazed to walk into their     art, survey’d the ware of

human race capture day—fond Thought!     Just open, but farther held out as it went been Hercules,     here; and all along thee! Very eyes are bears ago     or just pleasures, and Rotten Row sleeps there was love me, on     a corporal—somethinks?

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #164 texts #ballad

[somethingelseishere]

October 19, 1978.

Bishop Magorian is found murdered in his home.

All four limbs grotesquely broken, hogtied into a ghoulish rectangular flesh cube. His eyes were removed and placed upon an open bible at the scripture:

“The light of the body is the eye: if therefore thine eye be single, thy whole body shall be full of light.

But if thine eye be evil, thy whole body shall be full of darkness. If therefore the light that is in thee be darkness, how great is that darkness!” – Matthew 6:22-23

“You gotta come see this.” the detective says to the FBI agent in charge.

“What, the donut truck break down outside?”

“We just got a confession.”

The two men race from the office and down the hall. They stop outside of an interrogation room.

“Is this some kind of joke?” asks the agent. “Hear what they have to say first.” requests the detective.

They enter the room, close the door and are seated. The detective reaches towards the tape recorder, stopping with his right index finger above the red button.

“You ready to make it official?” he asks.

The person sitting across from him nods in the affirmative. He presses record.

“My name is Eleanor - Sister Eleanor Thurman. I am thirty-one years of age. I have been with Our Blessed Lady of Sorrows for nine years, eleven months, three weeks and five days.”

The two men stare at the young woman of diminutive stature.

“I am responsible for the recent killings of four clergymen.”

There is a generous pause, the men exchange a brief glance.

“I would’ve killed so many more.”

She sat at the table, small and harmless in appearance with a red carnelian rosary coiled around her blood-stained hands.

No more than five foot three - a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet. Doe eyes and freckles with short, dark brown hair. The look of a college girl, young teacher or new mother. Nothing about her spoke to even the furthest possibility of serial murderer.

This one slipped under the gate.

“Why?” asks the agent.

“For years, I knew - and did nothing! I knew and stood by, all the while, these child-raping monsters doing the unthinkable. Loosing their demons upon the innocent. Ruining countless lives.”

“Why didn’t you come forward, with evidence?”

“I didn’t have the proof you would require but there were signs - tells - things that no normal, decent person would dismiss or try to explain away.”

“So you think turning yourself in will absolve you of these crimes? Make it right with your God?”

“It is my penance, for not acting sooner. To live out my days in a cage.”

“Ya know, they’re gonna push for the death penalty."

“So be it.” she says, resigned.

“It’ll never happen. But, you will die in a cell. Guaranteed.”

“I accept that.”

Sister Eleanor continues her statement on each grisly murder, providing details no one but the killer would know. She is read her rights, booked in and taken to a holding unit. This was a first for both the city of West Chester and the state of Pennsylvania.

TWO WEEKS LATER

The long, flowing black robe trimmed in rich crimson hangs loosely on the spindly older gentleman’s body as he makes purposeful strides up the bright and surprizingly clean hallway.

The guard leaves the Cardinal standing in front of a cell door. A switch is thrown, the door unlocks. Inside, seated on her bunk - Sister Eleanor. The man enters, leaving the door open wide.

Several moments pass, a loud gurgling and other sounds of a struggle leak from the room. After several seconds, the man exits and walks the hallway in the opposite direction.

Half an hour later, Sister Eleanor Thurman is found on the floor of her cell surrounded by smeared bloody hand-prints with a white frothy discharge around her mouth.

"The Blackest Heart" - Final in the three-part series 'Carnelian'.

Mixed media on plywood. My 138th painting.

#abstract art #acrylic painting #textured art #mixed media #dark art #writing #fiction

[echantedtoon]

Rules Of One's Soul Ch22 The Duke's Return P2

The arrival of the jester was one a few would still flinch at. After all they couldn't forget the time over a hundred years ago when the man went made and tried to murder the King of Spades. But after his iron fisted ruling and the ways he treated his subjects, some were more forgiving than others and have at least tolerated his presence with the encouragement of the remaining grown kings and child giving him and all the other hundreds of prisoners full pardons of whatever their crimes were. But some if not most were still on edge over his being there. So when he popped into the throne room, doing a small pose in mid air and having confetti burst out of no where to go along with his appearance, he was greeted which a mix of happy and slightly worried faces of the kings. Lancer bounced happily in the duke's hold and clapped at his entrance...which was a far cry to the scowl that the duke was giving him. A small piece of confetti landed on his shoulder and he gave an angry huff to blow it off.

"My, my. And here I thought you all would be working hard, working hard." He changed his position to a cross-legged sitting position and settle his head in his clawed hands. Giving a hum and smile to the strained face of the duke. "And what can I do for the royals, royals today?"

"Lesser Dad wants you to help him." Lancer turned that innocent smile up to Rouxls and the worm's face did a complete 180 and a forced grin replaced his scowl immediately. "Right, Dad?"

The duke gave an emotionless chuckled. "But of course! I amst certain that thine fool-" His eyes narrowed back to him. "-willst helpest explain a few things easily.." Despite it all, Jevil never lost that giant grin, even when Rouxls gently placed the small boy down with a grunt and sat on his hunches to be near eye level to the child for a moment. "Thou be good now alright? Today's kingly meeting shouldst not best too long. I shall have thine cook preparest thou a snack once thee finishes."

"Ok, Lesser Dad."

The Duke stood back up, took a deep inhale to calm him, and let it before turning to the smiling menace giving him a professional forced smile. With a finger he motioned for the fool to follow him and he briskly walked past him, the wringing his hands were doing was rolling up the long piece of paper into a scroll in his hands. Though he didn't look behind him, he could feel the presence of the floating fool right behind him as they stepped their way over to the doors and a blue hand reached out and grabbed the doorknob.

"Duke Kaard!" He turned back around and raised a brow to the giant Hathy who gave him a nervous smile from across the throne room. "D-Do go easy on yourself..a-and him."

...."But of course, Mine Majesty." He gave a half bow while pushing the door open. "I wouldn't have it any other way. Come Fool!"

As soon as the door closed behind them, the scowl returned and Rouxls silently lead the floating menace down the hallways towards his office. Of course they got a few stares as suspected and a few were looking at them with happy loving eyes, like they were witnessing an old couple waltzing through the halls. Only they weren't and they were definitely anything but a happy couple, right now he didn't even look to the jester who kept leaning past and poking his head out next to him with a smile, but all Jevil got in response was the cold shoulder. It seemed like an eternity but they finally came to the famous office of the duke, and Rouxls opened the door before motioning to Jevil to go in. Jevil happily did so with a giggle, probably seeing this as some romantic gesture. He looked around the drab looking room before he turned around just as Rouxls slammed the door closed with a loud bang and looked at him with a twitching eye.

The scroll was pointed at him. "WHAT IN THINE HELL WERE THOUST THINKING?!" He exploded at him. But Jevil still kept that unwavering smile.

"What ever are you talking, talking about?" He asked in genuine confusion raising a brow, "Is the decoration's not to your liking, liking?"

Rouxls's hands gripped the shiny hair on his head and growled between gritted teeth. "No! You imbecile!" He threw both arms at him. "Were thou going around and spreading rumors about us being in a relationship!?"

Jevil's smile vanished and he blinked. Bringing a hand to his chest in surprise. "Me? Lie and spread rumors, rumors like some bully? I would never sink so, so low as to use public pressure to cheat in the game." He waved a hand and laid on his back, simaltaniously moving backwards in mid air towards the desk. "I simply stated that you and me were soulmates, soulmates. Nothing more or less than the truth. What's wrong with that?"

Rouxls groaned and reached his hands up to run down his face. The slimey skin stretched with it before snapping back into place when he released. "Don't thou realize what this ridiculous soulmate nonsense haseth been adding too?!"

Jevil merely gave a confused look as he leaned over the desk and a moment later picked up the lopsided heart card. Opening it too see Lancer's handy work with a smile. "It's not nonsense, nonsense It's actually quite easy to understand."

Rouxls groaned again and marched up to the desk, walking around it and snatching the card from Jevil's hands before sitting down. "Giveth me that!" The scroll was plopped onto the desk top and Rouxls stuffed the card into one of the side draws. "That tis not for thou!" The draw shut with a minor slam and he pointed up at the unamused jester. "If thou keepest this u-up thine thou can kisseth mine good graces good byeth!!"

Still confused Jevil shrugged. "But everyone would've found out evetually, eventually. Why would it be wrong to say it now?"

"Maybe thou would've taken into consideration that mineself was nay ready for a p-public relationship? O-Or if I waseth even ready for so many people knowing?!" There was a small pause as the two looked at each other and Rouxls went to put his face in his hands with a sigh. "....I thought we hadst a-an understanding of mine personal boundaries."

Jevil flinched ...and his long ears drooped slightly. "W-Was...that a part of your boundaries?"

...Rouxls waved him off and looked up from his hands at him. "It's n-nay matters now. What I need is your help with this"

He gestured to the scroll on the desk. Jevil blinked but with a flick of the wrist, it flew up into the air and the bottem unfuraled with a crinkle paper sound. The bottom hit the table and proceeded to run across the length and side of his desk, stopping two feet on the floor from them. But unlike Rouxls, Jevil didn't even seem fazed by it's enormous size as he lifted it higher with the flick of a wrist until it picked itself off the floor completely and was standing straight up in midair so he could read it all with a raised brow and a hum. ....And smiled. This is what he needed help with? Oh, he could laugh at such a teeny set of easy tasks, but he wouldn't as too not upset the duke more than he accidentally did.

With a giggle he looked down to the semi scowling duke and motioned to it. "This, this is what you're so gloomy over? This is child's play, child's play. Lancer has asked for more difficult tricks than this-"

"Can you helpest mineself with it or nay?" He was starting to get irritated again and this was supposed to be after a 'relaxing break.'

"...Will it make you happy, happy?"

He rolled his eyes."Poitively mad with glee-"

"Good! I shall finish these all within ...two days. A day, day and a half if I hurry, hurry."

Rouxls stared gobsmacked at the floating menace..and rose a brow..Did he hear right? Did he just expect him to shovel all the work onto him first chance he got? "What art thou spewing now? Thoust cannot simply just doth all mine tasks on thine own." He reached for the floating list but it moved with a flict of that risk.

"Tsk, tsk. Silly duke.~" Those eyes and cheshire grin smiled down at him like the first time they had met, but they didn't scare him anymore. Far from it, those teasing yellow eyes mocking him and inabilities compared to the magical power this Kaard mix beheld and he hated it,...but something was intruiging about this silent challenge that beckoned his curiousity to come and witness the power this man held. Jevil giggled and shifted himself once again in that crosslegged position. "I made a mistake, mistake. I would like you to allow me to make it up to you like my last mistake."

The worm's scowl meant it wasn't going to be a busy thing to settle. "Nay! I refuseth to sit on mine arse while work needst to be done!" He stood up and pointed at him and with an authoritive voice demanded, "As thou's suporier I demand thou giveths mineself that list at ounce! I refuseth to let you do all that work alone!!"

That worked as well as you'd think. "Im flattered you think of me that way, that way. But what I can do in half the time you can seems like a better option don't you think?" Rouxls answered with a questioning look and he sighed. "I mean with what work load you have suddenly, suddenly been handed it would be almost impossible for you to get done within, within the date provided. But on the other hand I can handle all this with ease. Think, think about it. Cut your loses.~"

The gear turning blank look ROuxls gave next made him chuckle. ".....And what wouldst I do in the meantime?"

"Your normal boring, boring duties," he waved a hand, "I'll even let you set up the banquient, banquient if it makes you feel better. I could not stand the bland taste, taste of most noble food anyhow."

He still didn't look all convinced but at the same time his scowl had disbanded. ".....And in return you wouldst getteth what exactly?"

"The satisfaction of knowing I helped, helped you. Now, do you want me, me to help?" Rouxls sighed and justed stared at him, before nodding his head yes reluctantly at him, and Jevil happily smiled. "Wonderful, wonderful!! Let us get started!!"

A ripping sound befell their ears and when those mitchmatched eyes looked up in confusion, he yelped at the sight of the long list splitting off in four places. What was this fool doing?! He looked back to give him a peice of his mind, but gave a squeal of shock when more than one pair of yellow and Black eyes peered back at him. "W-WHAT THINE FUCKETH!?" The three Jevil's laughed at him, it was so disturbing hearing three pairs of the same laughter from three....NO. His frightened eyes could see that the other two Jevil's were still semi attatched to the main one and the other two were...s-see through? L-Like he was staring at a pair of ghosts trying to posesses one person that looked exactly like them! Eventually the other two Jevils detatched themselves from the main Jevil who didn't even bat an eyelash but instead stretched his back out with a pop and groan.

"It's been so long, so long since I did a copy spell, spell. Takes a lot of energy, energy." The terrified duke could only stare in shock from behind the desk chair he hid behind before a peice of paper flew in front of his face. He flinched and had to blink a couple times for his brain to finally register that it was a chunk of the old list. The top part to be exact, with everything crossed out exept for one at the very bottem which said: Banquient Food. Meanwhile the other three papers flew into the claws of the two ghost Jevil's and the normal one. All exactly copying each other to the T with grabbing the paper, and turning there head with a hum. "Hmm. All of this is easy, easy. Three hundred invitations with these rules, rules should be easy.~" "Organizing staff, staff and cleaning should be easy.~" "All these minor, minor chores should be easy, easy.~" It was so disturbing how the three of them said different things but ended with the same words but he flinched when they all looked back to him. "Don't be frightened, frightened. I assure you this is perfectly safe, safe."

"...W-What didst thou do?"

"A simple copy, copy spell!" They all said back to him at the same time as they gestured to one another. "Don't worry, don't worry. My ghostly selves have no mind of their own and they never will, will. I just simply temporraily split two small peices of my soul two expand, expand my senses. I can hear and see out of them-" They...He?? pointed at their faces. "But I assure you I control the whole thing.~ Not a lot of others can perform this spell since it takes a lot, a lot of energy and concentration. So it's a rare, rare spell to see. I only used to use it, use it for my bigger performances."

.....He blinked and shook his head. Was there anything he should really doubt he could do anymore? "O-Oh, I see. T-That maketh sense....I think."

The three of them giggled and waved to him, "I beleive, beleive the man who could help you would be a Mr. Topchef. His bakery, bakery is a little ways from Seam's home."

A full round of giggles escaped from the three of them and with a three pairs of snaps from their fingers, they disappeared in a small poof of smoke and confetti. He blinked and watched as the small peices of colorful paper fell to the ground before slowly turning back to the still floating peice of paper.....and shakily reached up a hand to grab it......And sighed. And just when he thought things would be back to normal.

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The first thing he did once he gathered his sense was try to head to the Kings....Key word try as it was very difficult to maniver around the sudden flock of cleaning suppiles being moved around by themselves. He found that out when a feather duster dusting the wall accidentally got in his face once the door opened. He coughed and wacked the dusty thing away, and stared in shock at all the other staff ducking out of the cleaning suppiles way or watching them with a confused face. Rouxls sighed and rubbed his head in shame. Oh he was gonna get in big trouble wasn't he?.....Well, he was once again surprised when he was proven wrong after dodging all the flying scrub rags and sweeping brooms until he made it to the throne room. Opening the doors and freezing in horror at the absolute scene before him. King Diamod was cursing and trying to swat away a relentless duster trying to get to his crown and all five heads of the King Clubs was laughing at the scene. Lancer was giggling and running around chasing after a literal dust bunny hopping around the floor, which only got bigger the more dust it picked up...On second thought. He had scene those literal dust clouds shaped like rabbits hopping about the halls. In his hast he thought they were all just rabbicks, but now he realized the things hopping around were rabbits made of clouds of dust getting bigger with all the dust that magically flew off all corners of the castle and joined their already filthy bodies. The worm was half tempted to scream at Lancer to stop playing around and don't chase the filthy animal around...but thought better of it, since it looked like he was enjoying himself.

"Duke Kaard!" He jumped and looked up to his majesty King Heart who was 'looking', nevermind since he didn't have eyes, at a floating bucket of water and a small rag that dunk itself back into the bucket, wrung itself out and then proceeded to continue washing one of the giant window...He he turned his worried expression to the blue man. "W-What in light is going on here?!"

That nervous smile came back to his face and he could already feel the slimey sweat starting to fall down his face when he stood in the doorway and stuttered. "W-Well, I-I-I may or may not perhaps...haveth asked for help? Ahehe..heh."

The giant Hathy looked at him and went to say something but jumped and turned back around when a muffled scream and coughing came from the equally giant Rudinn. King Diamonds face was being attacked by the duster before finally grabbing the stupid thing and throwing it across the room. Making Rouxls yelp and duck as it grazed the top of his head. The King Clubs laughing still echoing at the spitting and groaning of their fellow ruler. And Heart sighed, head folling Lancer as he attempted and failed to jump and catch the dust bunny running around.

"...W-Well that explains this unusual event, now doesn't it?" He gave a sigh as Diammond growled at Clubs and went to wipe his face. "Well m-maybe you should perhaps tell him to ease up on the entire thing, and perhaps give a warning for what you two are about to do next time? Everything suddenly came to life and I could've sworn there was a bunch of ghosts involved."

Rouxls chuckled nervously and made his way in. Careful to dodge the still working mods and brooms, and flying rugs floating out the open windows. Was one small entity like Jevil really doing all of this by himself? He couldn't help even in his nervous state to admire and admit the absolute amazement of the power of someone like him. Guess his 'I can do anything' attitude really did apply to a lot of things. "D-Duely noted, M-Mine Majesties. B-But if we could please discusseth thine delicacies for thine b-banquet, it wouldst beth a big help!"

"Oh, well of course! Anything to help you dear Duke." He smiled down at him as the nervous man finally stopped in front of him. Sighing and turning the peice of torn off list around to the blank side, pulling a feathered pen out of no where and giving a tired smile up to the giant hathy. Out of all the kings- minus Lancer- Rouxls enjoyed talking to the hathy the most. He enjoyed how down to earth and passionate about his job he was. Said king lifted a tentacle to rub at his chin and hummed in thought..."Something sweet. I'd love a giant punch display!"

"CAKE!!" Rouxls jumped and looked down to the small child wagging his tail excitedly and grabbing his pants leg. "A GIANT CHOCOLATE CAKE AND ICE CREAM!! AND MAC AND CHEESE AND A GIANT BOWL OF DARK CANDY AND ANOTHER GIANT BOWL OF SALSA!!"

Rouxls blinked and gave a chuckle. "Um..L-Lancer. Doth thou think all that wouldst be a little too much for thou's subjects' taste?"

"Who's the King, Lesser Dad?"

"*sigh* Thou are." He groaned and jotted down what Lancer had asked for, but made sure to write down 'small' by the bowl of salsa and candy. "Anything else?"

"I want a roast!" He ounce again jumped when one of King Clubs heads poked over his shoulder and stared down at him quickly followed by the other four. "A roast sounds n-nice." "MAKE IT BIG AND NOT BURNT!!" "Maybe a saled would be better." "I want two roasts, please!!"

"S-Slow down p-please, Your majesty. I-I cannot keepest up with all of thou. *sigh*" More writing was jotted down and he paused to pull Lancer to the side to avoid an in coming broom fly by before continuing. "Shall there best anythinge else thine majesties wishes?"

"Just make sure everything tastes good!!" "B-But shouldn't we ask Clover what she wants?" "Good idea!"

He sighed again. This would take a while-...

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Whelp! He wasn't wrong. It did take quite a while whith the five heads of one king and the other two trying to get more requests in while Lancer pulled on his pants trying to get his attention was anything but easy. But somehow with all the chaos going on he made a list he was partially satisfied with. So much for everyone bringing food with the short notice, this called for extreme measures as soon as possible. Which meant skipping walking and just teleporting to the closest pinpoint he could teleport to Seam's Sheap. His own store. And that's where his new journey began it seemed. Trudging his way from one store to another. Seam didn't seem all that surprised when the flap to his Sheap opened and the white haired worm came in a second later. But he did give a curious look from the back when he did hear it open.

"Sorry, Friend. But I'm mighty closed for the moment." He calmly smiled from the comfy couch he was sitting on, needle in one hand and what looked like an old shirt in the other...Was he sewing? "If you're looking for Jevil, he left around two hours ago for the castle at your request."

"I knowest that!!...*ahem*" He straightened his flushed posture and took a deep breath before releasing it and looking back to Seam in a much calmer manner. "I simply needed directions fromest thee."

Seam hummed again. "And just might where you need directions to? Perhaps I can help, or maybe not. These old patches aren't what they used to be. Hehe."

Rouxls groaned and walked on into the back. Not bothering to ask if he could, and plopped down onto the couch next to him. Head tilted back into the soft cushion, groaning, and one hand reaching up to rub his face. "...Some person byest thine name of Topchef. Jevil toldeth mineself that his establishment was nearest thou."

Seam smiled. "Oh of course. He sometimes stops by and buys all my dark candy stock up if he needs extra or doesn't feel like getting more. Funny man always so dizzy. But why would you want to see him?" Instead of answering. Rouxls's other hand came up and showed him the back of the once long list. Seam had to lean down and tilt his head so his good eye could read the words scribbled down by the duke. Most were random expensive sounding food except for one near the bottem that said 'tennis ball fillet'. ...At least there wasn't any worms or insects written down on here. "Oh. I see." He leaned back into the seat and calmly looked back down to his lap. Resuming the action of sewing the large shiny black coat in his paws. " Am I to assume this is for that fancy get together?"

Another groan. "Yes. Tis thee only thinge I can do since the imbecile tookest over mine entire life...again. And is now running amuke in thine castle causing massive amounts of magical chaos of it!" His hand finally removed itself from his face and he gave Seam a slightly panicked look. "Thine kings couldst d-demotest mineself to thy newest jester if he nay stops his shennanigans!!"

Seam to Rouxls's annoyance chuckled like he had just told him a joke and took a moment to peer over at him. "Well his magic is at it's peak for the moment. It doesn't surprise me he's able to do a lot to help you right now."

"..What art thou spewing now?"

The sewing motions stopped and Seam tilted his head more at him. "You haven't figured it out yet?" Rouxls's scowl answered that question, and he sighed before resuming his work. "Im surprised you haven't noticed it before, but i'll explain. Jevil's magic is based on the emotions he feels and how powerful said emotion is. His eyes changes if also strong enough." The cloak was shifted in his paws and he smiled at him. "The more powerful the emotion the more powerful the magical range."

"...I..see." He blinked. "But how is he doinge so much now? If he canst teleprt why wouldst he not escape sooner?"

He chuckled. "Because he probably never had enough motivation to leave. He made it clear he felt guilt over what had happened, and was sad when you blew his feelings off in the dungeon." Rouxls winced remembering the sorrowful screech Jevil had let off and all the hearts launched everywhere. "Things like sadness, guilt, fear, and worry are the emotions he's least powerful, those can reflect in his eyes as blues, purples, or whites. Now things like happiness and anger are the real ones that fuel the fire.'' Speaking of sire. Said fire crackled in the fireplace infront of them as the Duke stared at the cat. After a few silent moments he continued. "Do you remeber went he went crazy over a hundred years ago before he was subdued?"

He hummed. "V-Vaguely. I was nerely but a silly squire then and evactuated the castle. I nay saw the actual battle.''

"The giant mess he left behind was the result of his anger-"

"It tookest us nearly twenty years to rearrange and furnish the damage."

Rouxls's wide worried eyes made Seam chuckle. "Don't worry too much about making him angry. It's actually almost impossible to make him angry. Sadness is the emotion he usually goes to when upset. So realitivly he's quite harmless. "

"...S-Sureth." He mumbled not looking very convinced.

"But that does beg the question of how powerful he is when love is introduced." Rouxls blinked and stared at him and he chuckled. "Anger manifests as red eyes. Happiness and calm are always a bright sunshine yellow. But never have I seen his eyes turn any shade of pink until he met you. Love is a powerful enotion." The paws went back to sewing the cloak. "And Jevil seems to be at his full power when he's feeling loved. Which makes any competition hard to compete with him. But what he lacks in power and what skills he has, I make up for in patience." His eye crinkled up in a giant smile. "We'll just have to wait and see which one of our talents comes out on top...Oh. And the bakery you seek is just across the Feild of Hopes and Dreams and located by the Rudinn town's entrance."

Rouxls just stared blankly at him and blinked, opening his mouth to speak. Until a small yell made him jump and Seam look up, from the front a purple and grey blur came sliding in before striking a pose and looking at them! .....Seam chuckled and clapped a little and Rouxls just stared at the small bat child. were they wearing-?

"....Tis that J-Jevil's suit?"

"Yes. I wished to help him so I sewed up all the holes I could find in it. But it smelt of old moss, so into the wash it went....Unfortunately-" He gestured to the posing child. "It shrank slightly...So I let them have it since they wanted it so badly."

"...L-Let's hope Jevil nay minds."

#deltarune nosuit #deltarune #nosuit #rules of one's soul #seaxls #seavil #seam #rouxlvil #jeam #jevil #seam x rouxls #rouxls x seam #rouxls kaard x seam #jevil x seam #seam x jevil #rouxls kaard x jevil #rouxls kaard #rouxls x jevil #jevil x rouxls

[dementedfilament]

Kai Hale

A puff, and Evie's candle flame vanished.

"I remember that!" Daisy said.

Enzo huffed, muttering, "Whoa…the student council is serious…"

“Darn right!” Ayan chimed in, knowing Miss President purposely left out particular details for the sake of the gathering.

“How did you know what kind of curse it was?” Fuyuki asked.

“I had already investigated other possibilities, and I’m familiar with these sorts of things,” Evie answered.

“How so?”

“I’ve dealt with them in the past. And, teachings from my mother’s side.”

Intrigued, Fuyuki spared further questions for later and nodded.

“Well, that’s my tale. I believe it’s your turn now, Kai.”

“Alrighty.”

***

Crisp October air chilled a young Kai Hale’s exposed skin. It was a good day for a walk—perfect for the always hoodie-clad freshman.

Since his enrollment in RVS, he had yet to check out the forest beyond the lake. There were all sorts of rumours amongst the upperclassmen, from ghosts of the people murdered there to cryptids to literal demons running amok.

So, of course, he had to check it out. It's not like that shit was real, so what was the big deal?

Sauntering past the serene lake waters, he continued somewhat with a purpose. Part of him wanted to find something horrifying (“Ooooohh, I’m aloooone! Whatcha gonna do about it?” kinda thing), but another just wanted to enjoy the nice early-evening out. Leave thine tricks for a later dumbass walking all alone in the dark, secluded woods.

His eyelid twitched, and he paused. He dug at his eyelashes for the offending thing, and removed what looked and felt like a small, fine string. Spiderweb, huh? It was that time of the year, so the little hatchlings would likely be out.

Is that the best this forest ‘s got?

A tsk, and he shook the web free.

Far enough in the forest, it grew more and more difficult to see. Which…he found weird. Despite the falling sun, there should still be enough open space for it to be illuminated a little more.

He found himself squinting a short distance further. Which, was a good thing, because a large, sticky string smacked him in the face not long later. His body recoiled, arms flailing to get the junk off of him. 

Wait, why was that string of web so huge?

He furiously shook the clingy crap still on his arms, instinctively searching for the offender.

…Nothin’.

In the pit of his gut, an uneasiness welled up, but he shoved it back down. His feet took off across the dirt again.

Until another web snared him. In another fit of spasms, he managed to shake the stuff off, but not without itching to smash the dumb bug (pardon, arachnid) responsible for this.

His head whizzed around. Where was it? Where was it?

He took another step.

And that was all he needed to find it.

Looming above him, its abdomen larger than an SUV and legs stretching probably the length of a charter bus. The hairy demon sat atop a large, well-made web shielding the sky.

His eyes searched literally anywhere else. Dangling spider threads guided his eyes to even more large webs, and even more gargantuan spiders.

A scream caught in his throat. He turned to run back, but one of the beasts had already blocked his way, and was spinning a new web across the path.

The minute he found another opening, he bolted that way.

You’d think that’d be the end of it, right? But no. You’d be dead wrong.

Once he found a clear-enough route, he believed himself to be on the path to freedom. But, with the area rapidly growing darker and darker, he hardly noticed the wall of webbing until he crashed right through it.

A growl-yelp escaped his mouth as he skid to a stop, twirling in violent circles to rid the webbing from his hair, his mouth, his eyelashes, scraping around his neck. In the midst of his flailing, the spider he must have disturbed slowly emerged atop the branches, squeezing through an opening and skittering his way.

Fuck the stupid webs! He finally screamed and sprinted away through the blackness, hurtling through trees until he finally saw those serene lake waters in the dim light again.

He collapsed onto his knees and gasped for air. Then, like a fool, he glanced behind him.

Whereas there was nothing but a regular forest before, webs upon webs now claimed the space beyond the water. Hairy legs and fangs shifted amongst the sheets of webbing. Octads of sinister eyes peered at him just out of their reach.

He raced back to his dorm.

Scaretober 2023

Brisk Wind on a Dark Trail

Midnight Moon

Gargoyle's Watch

Cold Stones in the Fog

Spirits Rising

Haunted House

Witching Hour

Bubbling Cauldron

Candy

Eyes

Spider Silk

Feathers

Tail

Scales

Fangs or Talons

An Offering of Blood

Dark Ritual

Spook Scary Skeletons

Carnivàle Morte

Still-Beating Heart

Sharpened Blade

Mask

Looming Shadows

The Devil's Hand

Monster

Reflection in the Mirror

Rusted Chains

Stitches

Precious Jewels

Incantation

Halloween

Epilogue

#[ Familiar Faces through the Storm ] #word spores #Maggie's Misadventures #scaretober #writing prompts #halloween prompts #writeblr #Kai Hale #Lisette Evelyn Gallagher #Daisy Alice #Lorenzo Godfrey #Ayan Khan #Fuyuki Noya

[littlekinng]

Loki Odinson + AJJ lyrics. 

#yes this is incredibly niche #yes i should be working on other things #open up thine murder eyes #loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki of asgard #loki of jotunheim #loki marvel #marvel loki #loki mcu #mcu loki #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #loki edit #thor #thor the dark world #thor ragnarok #my stuff #mine #long post

[bruhstories]

Vogel und Jäger

Summary: You accidentally witness a murder, but the murderer takes pity on you. Pairing: Zeke Jaeger x Fem!Reader (mafia AU) Warnings & Content: murder, language, angst Word Count: 1.7 k

A/N: i've been dying for a mafia au with zeke so here's part one of the series Vogel und Jäger. i have two more chapters drafted, and i'll try to post for this series weekly so i can write some moooore for it.

Bang!

The blood-curling sound was familiar to your ears. A gunshot — followed by the gurgling of a man.

Bang!

Another shot and the gurgling stopped. Panic settled in your heart, making you jump back and knock the metallic bin which served as a shield against the perpetrators.

Shit.

Footsteps drew closer and you began to pray. Running was futile. Running was always futile. Your throat was dry, your mascara was smeared all over your cheeks from all the tears, lips chapped and bleeding.

Our Father, who art in Heaven...

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed onto your forehead and you shivered, breath hitching, eyes glued to the wet pavement.

Hollowed be thy name...

The Mafia never spared any witnesses, you knew that all too well, even if you happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Thy Kingdom come...

"Hey, boss, we got a girl."

"Kill her."

"No, please!" You threw yourself at the feet and mercy of the armed man. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Please, I'm only nineteen!" Through the sobs, your voice was still melodious, syrupy. So sweet that the boss stopped in his tracks.

Thy will be done...

Another pair of footsteps approached, tentatively, not as eager as the first person. You still haven't looked up, too scared to even blink, to even breathe.

On earth, as it is in Heaven...

"Hand me the gun, Yelena."

"As you wish, boss."

You felt someone crouch down next to you, someone dressed in expensive clothing, by the look of the trousers and polished shoes.

Give us this day our daily bread...

"You've got a very pretty voice." He lifted your chin up with the barrel of the gun, chills running down your spine.

"T-thank y-you..."

"Can you sing, little bird?"

"Y-yes."

And forgive us our trespasses...

Finally, you looked at the perpetrator — spellbinding grey eyes, platinum blonde hair slicked back and a matching goatee. His gaze was either boring or pitiful.

"Lucky you, we're hiring."

As we forgive those who trespass against us...

Anxiety coiled in your stomach, words caught up in your throat. You were still praying, unaware if this was all a sadistic joke or a miracle.

And lead us not into temptation...

Dark lashes fluttered, more tears streaming down your beautiful face as the gears in your head turned in a desperate attempt to understand what was happening.

But deliver us from evil...

"Hiring?" Your voice went up an octave when you saw the small stag pinned to the man's chest. The Jaeger family — the most feared mafia family in Paradis City.

For thine is the kingdom...

"A pretty voice like yours shouldn't go to waste." He got up and offered you his hand.

And the power, and the glory...

Reluctantly, you took it, helping yourself up and chewing your lower lip.

For ever and ever...

"T-thank you!" You told him, slender fingers squeezing his hand tightly. "I owe you m-my life."

Amen.

"Correct. Your life, your soul, your eyes and ears." He walked you to a car and opened the door for you. "Yelena, take us to the club. We've got business to discuss with my little brother."

•°.•°.•°.•°

Your eyes wandered all over the soundproof office, situated one floor above and opposite the stage. Every inch of the bar, the seating areas, everything was visible from that room. You tapped a finger on the wide window, eyes narrowed at the idea that it might, in fact, be bulletproof. These men were not playing, and you were now their property. The door opened and you jolted at the sound of music filling the office as your saviour walked in with two other people.

"This is my younger brother, Eren. You already know Yelena. I assume you know my name."

You nodded.

"Zeke Jaeger."

"Good girl." Zeke was pleased with your answer as he poured himself a glass of bourbon.

"I thought we didn't spare any witnesses." Eren shot you a look that made you regret being alive.

"Settle down, little brother. Tell us your name."

"Y/N, sir. Y/N Y/L/N." You swallowed, fingers fiddling with the hem of your blouse in an attempt to calm your nerves.

"You see, Eren, Y/N can sing." Zeke opened a drawer and pulled a gun out. More guns, more panic. Your eyes widened and your plump lips quivered when he aimed the gun at you with one hand, glass of alcohol in the other. "Sing or I paint the walls with your brains."

Your legs almost gave in at the threat — you knew it wasn't an empty one, and with all the courage you could muster, you closed your eyes and sang the first song that came to your mind, fucking Kiss from a Rose.

Your voice seemed to coat the people with honey, all three of them somewhat relaxing at the sweet sounds coming from your vocal cords.

"See, I told you she can sing." Zeke put the gun back in the drawer and closed it, swirling the bourbon in his glass before finishing it.

"Where do you live?" Eren crossed his arms, still suspicious of you.

"Historia's." You told him, eyes drifting to the ugly fur rug on the floor.

"The orphanage?"

"Yes."

"But you said you're nineteen." Zeke intervened, a brow quirked at you.

"I am. I try to help as much as possible in exchange for a bed and a roof over my head." You explained, eyeing the white couch that looked so incredibly comfortable.

"Just sit down already." Eren scoffed and you rushed to the furniture, mumbling thank you’s over and over.

"And why were you on that street tonight?" Yelena spoke for the first time since you came to the club. You looked at her and she seemed just as suspicious about you as Eren.

"I... the man you k-killed... he was... I'm-"

"A prostitute." Zeke nonchalantly interrupted you.

It was true. People like you, orphans, didn't have the privilege of being properly educated and finding well-paid jobs. Paradis was a jungle, and you did everything you could to survive. Everything.

"Well on the bright side you don't have to do that anymore." Zeke shrugged as he sunk deeper in his chair, feet on the desk, but you sensed he wasn't entirely honest. "You do have a beautiful voice, and our last girl had some... business to attend to, so you'll be taking her place."

"Is this why you called me here?" Eren sighed, leg impatiently shaking.

"Don't be stupid, of course not. I need Armin to prepare this month's tax reports and I need you to keep an eye on the police. They're sticking their nose in our business again, and I want them out of it. You two can go. Y/N, you stay." Zeke waved his hand and Eren and Yelena left, music briefly filling the office again.

You twiddled with the cushion in your lap, waiting for your new boss to say something. Being in that room was nerve-wracking, and you felt the air grow thick. Eventually Zeke took off his glasses, fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose as he sighed.

"Sir?" You dared, voice feeble and frail.

"What?" He clicked his tongue and you instantly regretted speaking.

"Sir, I'm not educated, but I've been on the streets long enough to know that every man or woman has a purpose..." You placed the cushion back. "...and a price. What's my purpose? I doubt it's only to sing."

Zeke nodded, fingers tracing the wooden desk.

"You're right, it isn't just to sing. It's to distract."

"Distract who? And from what?"

"You're asking an awful lot of questions for someone who's just witnessed a murder. You best not go to the police." He narrowed his eyes, piercing your soul. You sighed and walked to the desk, taking a seat opposite Zeke.

"It's not... my first murder." You confessed to him.

"Oh? My dear, you're full of surprises. Pray, tell. Drink?"

"Yes please." You answered, throat dry as a desert. "I can't go to the police. And even if I could, I wouldn't." The drink earned a disgusted look from you, but it was better than nothing. "Two years ago, I ended someone's life. He deserved it, he broke into Miss Historia's orphanage and tried to... to..."

"I understand." Zeke stopped you. "And if you go to the police, they'd do a background check on you." He continued, satisfied that he had a leverage in case you decided to turn against him.

"Exactly. And Historia helped me so much, I wouldn't want to put her in danger. So, I'm asking again, distract who from what?"

Zeke walked to the window, telling you to follow him. He pointed at two men, a tall blond one, and a short brunette one.

"See those two? They're policemen. They work for us, but we suspect they're double agents." He explained before pointing at three other men. "Those we suspect of being Marleyan mobsters. You see, Y/N, we have a lot of enemies. And we must keep our guard up every second of our lives."

You nodded, perfectly understanding Zeke's words. Paradis was a chess board and only the filthy rich played — the rest of you were pawns.

"Sir, you spared my life, and I know I can't ask for anything in return. But please, please don't drag Miss Historia into this. The children there did nothing wrong." Tears pooled at your eyes, rolling down your cheeks and you wiped them with the back of your hand. "I swear my loyalty to you."

"For someone uneducated, you're extremely clever." Zeke's voice was serious. You half-smiled at the compliment, but you knew the mess you got yourself into cut your lifespan severely. "Can you shoot?"

"No, sir."

"It's alright, Mikasa will teach you. Sleep on the couch tonight, I'll have Yelena bring you a blanket. Tomorrow you'll swear an oath in front of the family. And if you want to protect Historia, you'll move out of the orphanage."

You nodded. You understood that mingling with the mafia endangered everyone you loved, but you couldn't stop yourself from crying the entire night. Historia was but a few months older than you, yet she gladly took you in when she invested in that orphanage. Now you had to leave everything behind for her safety — and yours.

#zeke jaeger #zeke jaeger x reader #zeke jaeger x you #zeke jaeger x y/n #zeke yeager #zeke yeager x reader #zeke yeager x you #zeke yeager x y/n #aot #aot x reader #aot x you #aot x y/n #snk #snk x reader #snk x you #snk x y/n #attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #shingeki no kyoujin #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #zeke jaeger fanfiction #zeke yeager fanfiction #zeke x reader #zeke x you #zeke x y/n

[littlememebox]

will wood - the normal album sentence starters

“Takes a village to fake a whole culture.”

“The devil made me do it, but I also kinda wanted to.”

“How can I commit to reality, when my third eye’s open and I like what I see?”

“Some days I'm glad that I am a madman.” 

“Well who I am I choose through all the things I do.”

“Have you ever died in a nightmare?”

“If you were in my shoes, you’d walk the same damn miles I do.”

“It doesn’t take a killer to murder, it only takes a reason to kill.”

“The only ones in need of love are those who don’t receive enough.”

“For some reason I find myself lost in what you think of me.”

“But I love how you’re on my side when I cross that line.”

“Am I pretty enough to fucking die?”

“Everybody’s in on everybody’s business.”

“And if everybody’s different, how could anybody match?”

“It’s better to be lost than loved, now, isn’t it?”

“What’s so wrong about what’s wrong with me?”

“I’m just trying to do what’s right by you.”

“Who'd want to be human anyway?”

“You think it makes you special, but it makes you strange.”

“If it was going to kill you, boy, it would have by now.”

“Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to.”

“What, you think ideas spread because they’re good? No, they spread because people like them.”

“Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem.”

“You’ve lost your mind and almost lost your life before, so you’ll be fine.”

“And a little identity never hurt nobody, but lately you’ve been focusing too much on yourself.”

“Better safe than sorry, and we both know the danger.”

“Won't follow my dreams, they all got me waking up screaming.”

“I can’t let them go for me, after all, there is no “I” in team.”

“I suggest that we keep this informal.”

“I was nothing before, so I couldn’t have asked to be born.”

“Is there nothing to fear? Cause shit's getting weird.”

“One day you’ll sleep and you'll never wake again.”

“No need to fear 'cause when it's here you won't be alive.”

#rp #rp meme #roleplay meme #lyrics meme

[irondadfics]

Do you have any long irondad fics you'd recommend? I really want to settle down with a good muti-chapter fic, I'd love to know your favourites!

LONG FIC REC LIST PART 2

I know some of you are stuck inside due to be quarantined right now, and I really hope each and every one of you are doing alright. Please stay inside if you can and be safe! 

To help pass the time, here’s a continuation of one of our older lists (be sure to also check out part 1 for more recs). During hard times such as this, we often turn to different forms of art for entertainment and to help us cope. BE SURE TO LET THESE WONDERFUL AUTHORS KNOW THEY ARE APPRECIATED! 

This list is organized by word count. Most of the fics listed below are complete but some are not. For example if the word count is encompassed by two asterisks it means the fic is not complete and is subject to change, but the word count is correct as of the day this list was posted. 

ENJOY LOVELIES!!

The Guardian by Emily_F6 @justme–emily (234k+)

Guardian: a person who guards, protects, or preserves. When a terrible accident claims the life of May Parker, Tony Stark steps up as Peter’s guaridan. But it’s not just a traumatized super-teen he’ll have to worry about when he recieves a transmission from Thor.

If They Knew All About You by MsHermia (*224k+*)

Tony Stark had lost his son when he was only 2 years old, stolen away in broad daylight with nobody the wiser of what exactly happened. Years later, Tony has just made it through the disaster with Ultron. He is trying to keep himself and the team together but relationships are strained and tempers are running high.Then a random turn of events leads to his path crossing with that of a particular vigilante. They are strangers to each other, or so they think.Peter Parker is on top of the world. After a few shitty years, losing his parents and then losing his Uncle, things are finally looking up. Sure he lives in a crappy little apartment with his Aunt but he might have just found his mission in life.——This is an AU story obvious by some of the tags. I’m starting out a few weeks after Age of Ultron took place. Civil War will be a thing. Other than that I’m not too concerned about sticking to every canon detail and storyline.

The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle (220k+)

Homecoming A/U. Ben and May divorced before Peter’s parents died, so when Ben is murdered Peter goes into foster care. It takes just a tiny taste of superpowers for Peter to decide he doesn’t want to put up with his horrible foster father anymore—the streets are infinitely more appealing. All he wants is to be Spider-Man anyway.So he leaves.Simple.Simple, that is, until Iron Man needs Spider-Man’s help. Peter isn’t about to turn down an opportunity to fight alongside Tony Freaking Stark, but he also isn’t going to let his hero know that his recruit is a fifteen-year-old homeless dropout. So they strike a deal. Peter will help Tony. In return, the mask stays on.And that’s when things get complicated.

 Lights To Guide You Home (series) by JolinarJackson @jolinarjackson  (185k+)

Tony becomes Peter’s guardian after May dies unexpectedly and over the course of a year, they learn to become a family.

 hydra’s not a home (series) by tempestaurora @tempestaurora (139k+)

At 6 years old, the son of Tony and Pepper Stark, Peter, is kidnapped, never to be seen again. Or, so they thought. Ten years later, while raiding a HYDRA base, the Avengers come across a new, enhanced individual, working for the enemy: in black spandex, with a tendency to stick to walls and shoot webs from his wrists, the Black Spider is a pain in the ass in more ways than one.

 built from scraps by peterstank @peter-stank (138k+)

“Everybody needs someone. That’s what you said, right?” Pepper meets his eyes and he’s struck by the way she’s almost pleading. “We both lost. We can help each other.”Her hand, palm up and open, stretches into the space between them.Peter hesitates.Then he takes it.or: the one where tony was dusted instead of peter, so he and pepper try to figure out the whole ‘family’ thing together.(oh, and it turns out that the man who died in peter’s arms on an alien planet is his biological father. who knew, right?)

rescue me from the waves (series) by homebuilding @marveal (*125k+*)

“Richard Parker was studying Cross-Species Genetics, but struggled with the ethics of it, because it required he use human DNA, which no ethics board would agree with. So he used his own. His work was successful based off of his own DNA, and every human has a unique DNA,” Bruce explains. “So, naturally, when HYDRA wanted his research, they knew they would never get his support, so they took the next best thing they could to his own DNA. His son.“Or, Tony finds a tortured and experimented-on Peter Parker in a HYDRA base and decides to help him because who else will?

more peril in thine eye by iron_spider @iron–spider (119k+)

Tony sits in relative darkness, the TV on mute, Friday running searches like she has been every day for the past month. A month, since Quentin Beck’s grand plan crumpled underneath him on that bridge. A month, since a flash of light was able to distract Peter just as he was about to bring Beck down. A month, since Beck snatched him, since both of them disappeared. An entire. Month.I’ll keep you updated. I promise.I love you, kid. Rhodey’s on his way, alright? He’s coming. He’s gonna go as fast as he can.I love you too. I’ll be okay. I promise. I can do this.The last thing Tony heard Peter say. Rhodey, Happy and Fury traversed the London landscape immediately afterwards. They found the glasses, but not Spider-Man. There was footage enough to incriminate Beck for what he was, but somehow, nobody was able to get a shot of when he grabbed Peter. Peter was knocking him around, looked like he was getting the upper hand, and then that flash of light. Gone. Gone.

 I Never Knew I Was Broken by GotMyInkPen @gotmyinkpen (*111k+*)

Peter Parker has been living in HYDRA ever since his parents died at age four. All he can remember are the lesson’s HYDRA taught him and a series of words that strike fear into his heart. The only thing driving him forward are the memories of meeting his hero The Winter Soldier when he was seven and the goal to one day be as great an assassin as him.At age sixteen Peter finds himself tangled in the lives of the Avengers and can’t help but wonder if there’s more to life than what he’s been told.Tony wants to help him, no matter what.

 Reviving Peter Parker by YellowDistress @yellowdistress (100k+)

Spider-Man was murdered five years ago, on a beach, at the hands of Adrian Toomes. Peter Parker never came home.Spider-Man was murdered five years ago. Today Peter Parker took his first breath.

 It’s a Secret to Everybody by StarPrince_Punk @starprincepunk (97k+)

“I have kids,“ Clint said. “I know dad behavior when I see it.”Tony blinked multiple consecutive times, processing the statement. “Excuse me?”“Tony,” Steve said now, “how long have you had a son? And how come we’ve never known about him?”“Yeah,” Clint spoke again, “I thought I was the only one with a secret family. Turns out you’ve had one longer than me!”——-Peter gets to spend all summer living in Avengers Tower with Tony. When the Rogue Avengers get pardoned and come back to live at the Tower too, they’re confused as to who Peter is. However, once they see how Tony acts around Peter, that confusion goes away, as they know for certain who Peter must be - Tony’s secret son.Tony and Peter decide to make the most of the situation, and play along. They hope they can keep up the act all summer. But they soon learn that they barely have to act at all.

 Peter and the Jailbirds by beautifullights @beautifullights1 (86k+)

NOW COMPLETE “If you did play chess,” Ross said, “you’d remember that a pawn can become a queen. The most powerful piece on the board, Parker, remember that? But—” Ross smiled— “only if it obeys.”He adjusted his tie, stood, and looked down at Peter. “I’ll ask you again,” he said. “Eventually. You may feel differently after you’ve been living in a six-by-six cube without sunlight or fresh air for a few years.” “What pawns do,” Peter said, voice shaking slightly, “is sacrifice themselves for the greater good. I have no regrets.”He had a lot of regrets.Like, a lot. A crapton. A shitload. An overloaded dumpsterful.“When I visit you on the Raft,” Ross said, “you’ll be old enough to grow a beard.” The cell door clicked shut behind him. [Rated mature for graphic violence.]

 Hardest Lessons (Softest Results) (series) by mainstreamelectricalparade @riseuplikeglitterandgold (*76k+*)

The MCU if Peter was Tony’s biological child.

 In the Home by aloneintherain (68k+)

The Avengers have been infected, turned violent and aggressive against their will. And Peter, the only one unaffected, is trapped inside the Tower with six feral teammates.“Natasha,” Peter says cautiously, “what happened here? Steve attacked me, and if there was ever a sign that something was wrong, it’s having the embodiment of Truth, Justice, and the American Way throw you across the room—”Natasha comes closer, her stride controlled. Nothing necessarily out of the ordinary, but there’s something in her face, in her eyes—Natasha lunges across the space, and slams into Peter, hard.

 From Fraud to Father by TonyStarkissist @tonystarkissist (67k+)

“Tony,” she placated, “all you have to do is read a couple children’s books to them and answer a few of their questions. You’ll be fine.” “Will you come with me? You’re so good with kids,” he pleaded as she finished up with his collar and awkwardly patted the lapels of his suit down, forcing a smile onto her face when she looked up at him.“No. I’ve got a lot of work to do. Phil’s going with you, though, and so is Happy. You shouldn’t have a problem. They’ll make sure you don’t do anything stupid.”Theres a long pause before Tony finally voices his true concern.“But what if one of them sneezes on me?”

Archetype by Bean_reads_fanfic @the-reverse-mermaid (57k+)

Tony knows something is up when the research of ex-Hydra agents gets recycled in an underground Oscorp lab… what he doesn’t expect is the boy in a hospital gown sticking to the ceiling; or, how said boy proceeds to imprint on him like a baby duckling (a poor decision on his part, really). Did he mention he wasn’t intending on bringing home a kid that day?

 Taking Leaps (and the falls that come with them) by Kamomile_Tea (*45k+*)

All across New York City the boroughs are crying out with one voice, asking a question everyone wants the answer to.Where is Spiderman?But no one is asking about Peter Parker.So, he sits alone. Contemplating how his life could have gone so downhill. Grief and nausea well up in his chest and the boy quickly shoves it back down. A shiver courses through him as the cold November air seeps into the building and through his thin clothing. And on the back of his navy blue overshirt, in blocky, white letters, reads the words:CROSSROADS JUVENILE CENTERBROOKLYN NYINMATE 3042 ========== The world seems content with ignoring this young teen. That is, until Tony Stark shows up and asks him if he wants to go to Germany.

Runaway by Spectra @iridescent-spectra  (42k+)

Tony and his adopted son Peter get into a huge spat over his late night spiderman escapades, in which case Peter takes the term ‘Not while you’re under my roof’ way too seriously. After all, how hard could it be to run away from a multi billion dollar genius?Chaos ensues as the whole city becomes a metaphorical chessboard for the two equally stubborn masterminds.

#fic rec list #Favorite

[littlesparklight]

What is it about Zeus/Ganymede that you like so much?

I like them because I enjoy the dynamic (problematic I know 😬) and the fact that Ganymede was the only one who was given immortality, he must’ve been adored 🥰 instead of simply being a toy (which is my most dislike interpretation because it’s disrespectful to both parties imo)

Do you read fic of them (besides your own)? I remember reading a fic on live journal that I loved everything about but it’s gone R.I.P 😔

Ahh, anon. (guess who lost the original version because of clumsy fingers and now has to rewrite this...) First of all, yes, I do read fic other than my own! I’ve searched high and low for more to read, but I’m picky since a lot of it is with a negative/”realistic” take and I’m not here for that, so I never get to read as much of it as I’d like. And fic disappearing always sucks. :c

Second! Yeah, I plain enjoy the dynamic when spun in a positive way. Zeus must be completely besotted, because Ganymede is the only one that was taken to Olympus, and the only one who was given immortality! Any other relationship aside from Hera (and previous wives) last maybe a year or so at most? Clearly not so for Ganymede. How can I not like that? Not that I don’t understand why people would go with a negative/more “realistic” take, but honestly I am shamelessly going to go with the positive one, both because that pleases me and because that’s clearly what was intended from the ancients’ POV.

I also like both a bit of drama and kidnapping as a plot point, so the fact that things start with kidnapping is a feature not a bug for me. On top of that I like power differences, especially magical ones (extremely powerful beings having a squishy lover is catnip for me ok), and the other ones that comes with Zeus/Ganymede are great too.

Which, as a side point, leads into that any deity/human pairing is going to be incomprehensibly unequal. Any age differences is honestly the smallest issue when it comes to Z/G in specific or deity/mortal in general (considering that say, any Apollo ship for example is going to have them as well, even if he looks eternally nineteen). Ganymede could have been a 40 year old king and still would have been as powerless against and compared to Zeus as he was when he was taken as a teenager. A couple decades extra life experience isn’t going to change that (and, anyway, at some point Ganymede is going to be hundreds to thousands of years old, even if he’s still technically a youth.) If you’re into deity/human ships, this is just how it is. The options (in Greek myth) for mortals are to go “I’m into this, let’s go!!” or reject the god, and with rejection comes 1. it happens anyway, 2. turning/being turned into something else, 3. death. 2 or 3 are as bad as 1 when the mortal is unwilling, but there’s no really functional difference between rejection and consent when we’re talking about a being that is so massively powerful compared to a human. There’s not really any “ethical” way for a fictional relationship like this, and so, whatever. I’m into it, lol.

And with Zeus’ tendency of playing favourites, and the possibility of Ganymede basically having Zeus wrapped around his little finger? Yeah, all that power in service of spoiling his lover. ;)

Also, like. This is basically a bride kidnapping without the father’s permission. Zeus even pays a bride price!

In the end, like I’ve said before, Ganymede is going to be on Olympus either way. The Iliad’s version has not a whiff of the kidnapping being done for sexual reasons (the sexual element is old, but not as old as the oldest sources we have); the gods, all of them, decided “yeah that one is way too pretty to waste on a human life, get him up here” and took Ganymede for themselves. Why not add some HEA with love too?

Have some quotes below:

Valerius Flaccus, Argonautica 2. 414 ff (trans. Mozley) (Roman epic C1st A.D.) : "[Depicted on a tapestry of Hypsipyle queen of Lemnos :] This part showed the rape on leafy Ida and the famed flight of the boy [Ganymede]; presently he was standing joyfully at the table in heaven, nay, even Jove's [Zeus'] armour-bearer himself [Ares] quaffs the beguiling draught from the Phrygian's ministering hand."

Quintus Smyrnaeus, Fall of Troy 8. 427 ff (trans. Way) (Greek epic C4th A.D.) :

‘O Father Zeus, if of thy seed I am, if at thine best I left far-famous Troy for immortality with deathless Gods, O hear me now, whose soul is anguish-thrilled! I cannot bear to see my fathers' town in flames, my kindred in disastrous strife perishing: bitterer sorrow is there none! Oh, if thine heart is fixed to do this thing, let me be far hence! Less shall be my grief if I behold it not with these mine eyes. That is the depth of horror and of shame to see one's country wrecked by hands of foes.’ With groans and tears so pleaded Ganymede. Then Zeus himself with one vast pall of cloud veiled all the city of Priamos (Priam) world-renowned; and all the murderous fight was drowned in mist, and like a vanished phantom was the wall in vapours heavy-hung no eye could pierce; and all around crashed thunders, lightnings flamed from heaven . . . Then left they [the Greeks] that far-famous town, and turned from war, in awe of Zeus' threatenings." 

Also, like, check out the opening scene of Christopher Marlowe’s Dido play, because it’s got some really funny exchanges between Zeus and Ganymede and Zeus basically promising Ganymede anything he might want for, uh... “hugs” /cough.

#greek mythology #zeus #ganymede

[hoodedwing]

Loyalty Killed Me

Summary: The Joker could finally do what he wanted to do, traumatize Nightwing

Characters: Nightwing. Harley Quinn. Joker. Mentions of Red Hood

Warnings: Just really sick ways of stitching people up. Blood. Depressive. Major character/s death mentions. Batman. Doctor Leslie Thompkins

Additional Notes: I know Joker cannot traumatize Grayson canon-wise? Please correct me if I’m wrong.

Word Count: 2,242 words

***

Time doesn't stop.

Time knows, in its hands. It plays around with the seconds. These seconds matter, someone dying, someone on the communicator whispering, ____ come get me. come get me, I can't go back.

Time doesn't freeze. Time does not have a cloak drapes around it in a timeless manner. Time does not walk in a regal manner and stroke your gaping wounds to cauterize them. Apply pressure because really, when did Time wait for you to stop the damned arterial spray? Have you seen first hand how much blood can spew, almost like a fountain from that serrated dagger?

Time has caught up with Dick Grayson, the Wonder Boy. The Nightwing Blüdhaven didn't deserve. The loving boyfriend/husband of Barbara Gordon. The first son of Bruce Wayne, Batman.

Batman. He doesn't know who's Batman. Not anymore.

-

3200..6400..12800..

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Remember, inhale slowly, inflate lungs. Let it circulate through. Let. Let it work.

Richard. That's your name. Your mother was beautiful and your father was handsome. You are a Grayson. You have brothers and sisters.

Pain.

Pain is relative. If you fuck with pain long enough, it won't fuck back with you. Pain spreads through him and he inhales deep, bigger breaths. Trying to drown out the searing ache. He succeeds, deceives his brain.

Dick Grayson is such a liar.

He knows how to lie, how to smile widely at the Blüdhaven precinct when shit goes down or still tell a joke or two when Damian is there.

Dick Grayson is such a liar.

He's a good man. Honest to goodness. He's fooled himself into thinking his left leg didn't feel on fire, he's successfully managed to stop gasping against the rattle of his chest, a rub or two might be the cause. Who knows?

BOY WONDER! SAD YOUR DEAREST BATMAN HASN'T COME TO SAVE YOU YET? WHY LOOK AT THAT.

Mistah J checks his watch and smiles, his crooked smile stares back at Richard.

Dick only looks away as the Joker's cold fingers run his slimy, skinny fingers along his body. He used to shiver under his touch in a bad way, he would gulp and squeeze his eyes shut, hunting for memories to dive into.

When he got Zitka. When his mother named him her Robin. When he went on patrol for the first time with the all mighty Batman. When he first met Jason. Then Tim. Then Damian. Then the nights they spent healing wounds, fighting together or just sleeping or Netflix.

Dick doesn't move, doesn't say a word. He doesn't even let out a humourless laugh or a quip. Dick clings onto a hope.

Batman. Come get me.

BOY WONDER IS STILL LIVING. WHY, THAT'S A JOY. COME OUT THERE LITTLE BLUE BIRD. YOU REALLY THINK YOU CAN STAY IN THAT LITTLE BRAIN OF YOURS? WHEN YOU WAKE UP. THAT LEG WILL HURT. YOUR BLOOD WILL SPILL AGAIN ON THAT DARNED LITTLE CREST.

He doesn't care. The glorious speech does not make him flinch. He looks at the window, one thought crosses his cloudy vision.

Bruce (Dad), come get me.

LET'S HAVE SOME MORE FUN, SHALL WE. EVEN JAYBIRD PLAYED THIS GAME TOO. COME ON, HE HAD FUN. LET'S PLAY BLUE BIRD. BLUE JAY. HMM. I LIKE THAT.

-

Playtime.

Its always target practice. He would lie there and watch Harley swing her mallet here and there, sometimes too close to Dick and she would talk to him, so sweetly.

Aww, you wanna play too? Let's play together, shall we?

His face will clench up, his head will scream and suddenly everything is loud as Harley fires guns at targets and maybe shoot some arrows at Dick.

On lucky days, he's used as her gymnast prop.

I want to fly again. Batman I'm falling, please I'd like to fly again. My wings are clipping and I will rip. -

He falls asleep.

You can't call it sleeping. Dozing in and out of consciousness, he was neither awake or sleeping. A grey haze flittered across his vision. No sign of clarity. He still heard the rattle of his breath, the fire in his leg. The now warm abdomen.

He feels someone at his leg.

Harley Quinn was there, a sly smile as he feels a needle go in and out.

In and out. In and out.

In and out, in and out. You need to breathe Dick. In and out. In and out.

When he hears the door shut and a ricocheting silence, he peeks at his leg.

A sick suturing of his leg stabs with dental floss, a handiwork Harley was sure to boast later on. He doesn't care if it gets infected. What's the big deal? Batman will take care of it.

He turns over on his side to his communicator lay. The Nightwing emblem was shattered beyond measure. No matter, I can get a new one. The communication mattered.

He presses the distress signal again, again. Again. Bruce better get that flashing orange light and he should feel his bipolar touch in no time.

He tries to talk, voice hoarse from decreased usage and a rough sandpaper-like quality stuck to it.

"H..hello? Bruce. Dad. Please get me. I'm.. I'm waiting. Please."

He turns back in his side, curled up like an invited animal.

The rain pours, shadows keep coming in and out but none belong to his dad.

The boy asks the moon if Batman had lost his way. Asked if the moon could shine the light brighter at him so Dad can find him faster. He'll be okay, he'll be okay. Bruce might be lost, after all. There's a lot of streets and time isn't on anyone's side.

-

Two weeks go by.

Dick still finds himself bound by the ties and definitely no sign of the caped crusader.

Batman is surely coming.

That thought fades slowly, over the weeks. He's gotten more used to the Joker and the crowbar.

Is this how Jason felt, when he was in Hell?

Dick cannot remember. Dick only knows how the sound of metal and bones work, how the bullet will hit skin, pierce it through with frightening velocity and dull ache afterwards. The pool of blood will remind him that yes, I was shot.

A sick game of Russian Roulette. Instead of one bullet, there's multiple. A .44 magnum shouldn't hurt anymore. The revolver keeps spinning in his mind where acrobats should be. Where's Bruce. Where's dad. Am I forgotten?

Dick tried to remember how to breathe. Is it that hard? Just pulling in oxygen and letting the respiration mechanism do its work?

Distract thine self.

He tries to remember. Tries. He's trying. Nightwing has to do this. You need to at least remember your name. Your mother, your father. Dick. Dick.

Richard. That's your name. Your mother was beautiful but I don't know what her hair colour is, sometimes it's blonde or chestnut and your father was handsome.  You are a Grayson. You have brothers and sisters. Are they Jason? Tim? Da- I don't remember, I don't remember the tiny one. Is he even real? Your sisters too. Stephanie, Stephanie. I have one more, the sneaky one. She's fast but I don't know her name. I'd like to know her well too. Pity I. I don't know her name. I hope she knows my name. That way I can hear her voice and maybe figure out who is the charming one. I know she does ballet. I know she made brownies once with.. Who? I don't remember his name. The old man with cheery wrinkles and deep eyes. I don't know who he is too. Oh. Oh oh. Dick.

[DANGEROUS TO FALL ASLEEP, RICHARD JOHN 'DICK' GRAYSON. EYES. OPEN. EYES. OPEN. BREATHE. (MY LUNGS DON'T WORK)]

I'm begging someone, please. It doesn't have to be Bruce. Get the ballet girl to help me please, she fast and maybe I can ask her name while she gets me out of here.

-

Bruce never gives up.

You know that too, do you? He's spent 3 weeks finding his son. His beloved child.

Do you ever think how much Bruce's heart breaks over and over everyday?

-

"ALFRED?! CAN YOU GET JASON NOW, NOW, NOW?! I FIGURED HIS COORDINATES."

Bruce flips from the Batcomputer and grabs everything. A blind haste, he's never dressed so fast. His son. Oh my god, his son.

Jason is down there getting the Batmobile to rev up and they speed.

They speed.

Are they fast?

I guess. If you call 290 in 85 fast.

They run, Jason dashing first and his breath catches in his throat. A cold draught erupts inside of him. He snarls, Bruce turns as he digs through the alleyways. He finds what he knows lurks.

"The sick fucker is going to end Dick in the same fucking warehouse he ended me in. That big bitch.

Bruce puts one hand on his shoulder and squeezes. No time to panic, Dick is the one. is the unsaid message as Jason crashes through the window.

And even him, Red Hood. The one who sees and commits murder everyday, stops and hot anger sears through him.

Dick lies, barely 15 feet away, bound up and covered in his own blood, the ripped Nightwing suit from his recon mission. Bruce picks him up while Jason gladly punched (and secretly plugged a bullet) the fuck out of Mistah J and Harley.

They lie on unconscious, Jason evaluates the scenes, trying to suppress his screams at what they've done to Grayson.

Bruce picks up Dick like he's glass, he hurries to the Batmobile with Jason telling to prepare the Medbay.

"The Medbay.. I.. I don't think. Leslie. Leslie can."

Is all Bruce says and Jason revs up, driving the Batmobile way beyond the legal limit. Bruce doesn't give a flying banana about it. He'll pay the fine later.

Bruce looks down at his son, hoping he hasn't fallen asleep yet. Finally, finally Dick is in the arms of the crusader. Half his domino mask is ripped and Bruce tries to not break at the baby blues staring without any light-hearted gaze.

His heart still beats (A reminder he's alive and could've been more alive. Bruce failed him)

"LESLIE. DR THOMPKINS!"

Jason screeches across and marching in, earning angry stares  from the other patients but it turns into gasps and horror when they see Batman carry a limp Nightwing barely clad in spandex anymore. Everyone bows out, knowing they were priority.

-

Something inside Dick broke.

He doesn't know what it is.

He'll live with it.

-

"Bruce, he's fallen into a coma."

Leslie says, solemn. Angry tears form in Jason's eye and he was about to fight Bruce, give him the tirade. Compare him to Nightwing.

The unspoken message rings loudly in Bruce's mind. He doesn't need Jason to say it.

You failed him too.

Jason is seething, anger. Sadness a d everything is violating him from inside.

If you were a minute later, he would've died. We would've been carrying his body to the grave. The Joker would still live. You see the problem? DO YOU NOT SEE THE FUCKING PROBLEM?

Bruce sits beside Dick, his pulse like a fluttering butterfly. He grasps his hand in Duck's fragile one and prays.

Prays that he wakes up.

-

Dick is on a life support machine now.

I guess the ventilator couldn't keep him up. All good boys do die. If not, maybe a part of them broke.

Dick is no exception.

-

Alfred squeezes Bruce's hand. Jason sits so quietly beside him alongside the rest of the family.

Its April 27th. Jason was taken this day.

They don't say a word, neither does Red Hood, he just wants the baby blue eyes to open again.

He cries.

-

Five months have gone by and he stirs slowly.

He's barely moving and Jason shoots up and looks, squeezes Dick's hand again.

Baby blues meet emerald green.

Jason dashes for Leslie. She comes and shoos everyone out.

Jason is fucking glad. Dick is alive.

-

Bruce is disappointed.

He cannot bring himself to meet Dick who's currently in the ward under observation. He's failed Dick. He knows it.

He enters, heavy hearted. Dick is smiling at everyone but Bruce can see it, the hard lines. The sunshine doesn't reach the baby blues. He thinks they've turned into aquamarine, a shade tad too dark. I guess, that's what trauma does to people.

Dick smiles at Bruce, he feels the tension and Dick pats the chair beside him where Jason was sleeping. Bruce softly sits, he has no heart to wake Jason up.

Dick is alive. Dick is alive.

Bruce places one hand on Grayson's one, it feels much more warmer and his pulse is beating normally.

And he breaks.

He cries, tears steaming down his cheeks. An ugly sound escapes his throat. Bruce gasps in air and exhales shakily. Dick watches, silent.

Is this how you felt when I was in Hell?

Dick doesn't touch Bruce, doesn't say its okay and I'm alive. He stares dead into Bruce.

I cannot forgive.

Dick sits quietly, he doesn't have to say it. Loyalty does kill you in the end if you step on all the wrong pieces of glass.

That's when you find yourself falling from the trapeze line, you find yourself swirling again in the memories you wish you could lock.

Loyalty in the end, is your demise.

#torture #dc comics #dick grayson #richard grayson #nightwing #red hood #jason todd #jason peter todd #joker #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #batman #bruce wayne #angst #dc angst #trauma #reblog #hoodedwing #doctor leslie #hurt/comf #angsty #slowburn #coma #sicktorture #bruce being a bad dad #crash and burn #noship #richard john grayson #literally Jason dies inside #silent treatment

[crackhead-dr-imagines]

Gundham x blackened! Reader

Warnings: Angst, murder, your execution, Gundham crying

Summary: To Gundham's dismay, You are executed for the death of Sonia Nevermind.

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You started down in fear for what you had just done. The lifeless corpse of Sonia Nevermind laid across the theatre floor, bright, fresh blood covering the both of you. 'It was an accident! She attacked me first! They'll understand...right?" You shook, violently. "They wouldn't understand.. I'll...I'm going to get.." you shook you head quickly.

Only hours before had Sonia asked you to talk with her in private. You knew she had been trying to advancing a relationship with Gundham despite his relentless friend-zoning. The day before he confessed his love to you, you refused to leave in now! Quickly tampering with the scene you tried to hide the body along with any damming evidence. You tried to scrub the blood out of your clothes as best as you could, there was still a stain, but it was really hard to notice. You left the theater as fast as you could, hopeing no one would see you.

Slamming the door behind you, you took a shower, scrubbing your arms and hands roughly with soap. Despite the fact that they where already clean, you still felt tainted by her blood.

You eventually got out to put on a fresh uniform when your arms got tired of the endless scrubbing. You didn't want to tell Gundham about this out of fear of him being disgusted by your actions, though if you didn't tell him then he might get killed along with all your friends! You let out a drained sigh, sitting on your bed and burying your face in your arms. Plopping on your bed you stare at your ceiling for what feels like hours untill you hear a knock on your door causing you to freeze with fear.

"My love? Are you in your dwelling?" Called a voice as the door knob jiggle. "Gundham!" You exclaimed in relief and swung the door open, wrapped your arms around him. "Im so glad your here, Today has been rough" you said nuzzling your face into his scarf

"Oh? My dearest dark love, would you like to talk about inside?" He asked, wrapping one arm around you carefully and the other playing with your hair in a calming way.

You shook her head slightly and he guided you to you bed, sitting you ontop of it and him next to you. Though, right when you wanted to express your unease, the Monokuma body announcement when on. You paled and Gundham quickly stood up, "Dearest (y/n), as much as I'd hate to say it, we should go accompany those fiendish mortals," he turned around and held his hand out. You hesitantly grabbed his hand, it was rough,yet, warm...

Flash forward to the trial, you refused to say a word throughout the whole thing, Gundham was the one trying to defend you against Hajime's detective discoveries. "MY DEAREST (Y/N) WOULD NEVER LAY A HAND ON ANY OF YOU MORTALS! THEY ARE TOO PURE FOR THINE FILTHY HANDS" He exclaimed angerly. "Im sorry Gundham, but the only one without a solid alibi for that time is them.." Hajime said, pity coating his voice. "NO! THIS MUST'VE BEEN SOME KIND OF TRICK! YES! ONE BY SOME FIEND MADE TO FRAME THEM!" He glanced over at you, hopeing to find some sort of reassurance, only to be met with your tearful expression. That's when he realized there was no denying it. "No...no no" he mumbled, his already pale face seemingly getting paler "this can't be true..can it?" You only shook your head in response "I'm sorry Gundham..." You looked down as everyone began voteing, pressing your own button.

Gundham tried desperately to hold on to your arm as you got dragged away by Monokuma to your death, tears spilling out of his eyes.

He watched to his horror as the screen which had your bloody corpse turned off. Everyone else had already began to walked to the elevator but he didn't move an inch, his eyes glues to the screen and tears flowed aimlessly down his cheeks.

It wasn't until Hajime tapped his shoulder that Gundham was brought back to reality. Without a word he wiped away his tears and headed into the elevator, ignoreing everyones condolences.

As soon as the got out he headed straight for your cabin, locking it behind him. He sat on your bed in silence, tears slowly falling once again, the Devas crawling out of his scarf to comfort him.

Your room seemed so much colder without you...

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This was my first time writing and angst fanfic! Constructive criticism would be amazing! Likes and reblogs always appreciated!

-mod Komaeda

#Gundham Tanaka #x reader #Gundham x reader #Danganrompa #sdr2 #sdr2 angst #Danganrompa fanfic #fanfic #Danganrompa x reader #sdr2 gundham #crackhead-dr-imagines #Danganrompa imagins #imagine

[libidomechanica]

“That now Passion to me, as unkind as you”

With rust, she that waft to Heav’n, one human tear shall drop and be forgiv’n, and mild as opening eyes; ye soft intercourse from pole; rise Alps between the bald-coot bully Alexander! And long with the one that can murder us? That now Passion to me, as unkind as you. Of ancient love She spoke, not I. That taught how a man hold his swift foot back? Oppose thyself art thine annoy? To my daughters bad temper you are built, came all in rest. What hand and broken fence, and play the Lark should, in the corner me again holds up his burning flame together, brother! Who fought, and dared? As in some one batters at the pang is fled; passion tis and paint the garden, till all its ropes relent, let others otherwhere the pine, to tend the flood drew; yet I can’t help scribbling once a fluid haze of lightest echo, then a loftier form than female, moving round, from your mouth but yours.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 8 #163 texts #sonnet

[minetteenfers]

Blanc Week Day 2: My Prince (Rated E: NSFW part is below the cut)

Little note before you go into this. It is set ages ago, but I didn’t want to fight the usage of thou, thee, thine, thy. So, I chose to use you and your. lol Also, I put a cut in place where it is because it’s long and also because there is NSFW content in it. Also, this is continuing through the drabbles for this week except for two days, where I’m drawing. lol Other than that! Enjoy!

Here is Day 2: My Prince of @blancweek​! ^-^

Find it on AO3 here!

Chat Blanc was first known as Adrien Agreste, but that name was dead to him now. He no longer cared to hear that name and if anyone chose to even so much as speak it, he would send them to the keep. Adrien Agreste was a prince, a knight in shining armor, that obeyed his father’s every word and the only heir to the throne. But none of that mattered anymore when his father was long gone. Murdered and trialed for treason.

 He sat on his late father’s massive throne, swirling a glass of fine red wine. He wore a blue cloak with their coat of arms on it. His tunic was made of a white fabric with a blue doublet over it. His trousers were a matching blue with white leggings. His black leather boots came up to his knees. He never liked his poulaine shoes and had always refused to wear them, even when his father had threatened him.

His cupbearer lay dead on the floor from discovering that another bottle had been tampered with. Chat had shrugged when the man had dropped to the ground after taking a sip from the small pewter tasting bowl.

“Unhand me at once!” A female voice echoed through the castle and caught his attention.

One of his white ears flicked towards the sound and one side of his lips curled up to showcase one of his fangs. He brought his leg down from the arm of his throne and set his glass down. His adrenaline spiked as a woman with dark hair was thrown onto his floor. She landed with a grunt and her hands slapped down against the stone floor while her skirt flooded around her slender body.

Chat jumped off his throne and walked up to her with a swagger, his cloak flowing behind him like a majestic magic carpet. He watched her slowly peer up with a scowl. “And what have you brought me? A mouse?”

The woman spit at him and he crouched down in front of her. “Open your mouth, m’lady.”

She shook her head and he suddenly caught her chin between his index finger and thumb. “If you shall not speak then I shall throw you in the keep.”

She let out a loud sound as he threw her head to the side. Chat Blanc stood up and waved his hand, heading back to his ornate throne. A couple of his guards grabbed her arms, digging their fingers into her flesh, and began to lead her to the keep when she burst out.

“Wait! You no longer have a taster or cupbearer, yes?” She yelled out, hoping that it would save her from whatever he was going to do. She had heard enough rumors from the town to know that it would be horrid.

“And?” He slowly turned around to face her again. His cloak whirled around his body.

“I am an excellent taster. Trained since a babe.” She pulled against the two men, holding her in place.

“And your name?” Chat plopped into his throne and waited for her to answer, taking his wine glass back up to his lips. She looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t place his finger on it.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” The woman answered with ease and hoped it was enough.

“Marinette- Marinette. Sounds familiar. Where are you from?” Chat raised an eyebrow at her.

“My father used to be a cook and taster in the Agreste castle, your grace.” Marinette licked her lips and waited for him to register what she had said.

Chat thought for a moment and the memory of a small girl running about the kitchen and with the other servants caught his attention. He seemed to remember, for a flicker of a moment, watching her work with the others and catching glimpses of her throughout the castle. He cleared his throat and waved his hand again, signaling for the men to listen to him.

The two men dropped her onto the ground, and she scrambled to stand up. Chat Blanc thought for a moment and set his wine back down. “Very well then. You shall prepare my supper and join me.”

Marinette grabbed her skirts and bowed, peering up at him through her bangs. She knew that Adrien was in there somewhere. He had to be. There was no way that he was gone. She remembered how he used to argue about learning his letters and that he was exceptionally good at his swordsmanship. The guards would speak of how good he was with a sword and bow when she was younger.

She licked her lips and shivered when he touched beneath her chin and raised her head. “You used to frequent this castle, did you not?”

“Aye.” Marinette nodded and searched his eyes for her old crush, finding them soulless yet full of pain. “You used to watch me do my duties.”

“Why have you come to see me?” Chat searched her gaze with his frozen blue gaze, and she chewed on her bottom lip. “Speak, peasant.”

“Tis ridiculous, your grace. Should I be off to your kitchen, then?” Marinette brushed her skirts down and went to leave, but he reached out and grabbed the back of her neck, holding her in place. “Yes, your grace?”

“You will leave when I have given you permission. Have I done so?” His voice was as ice cold as his stare and she gripped her skirts, feeling his fingers and thumb gently press against the sides of her neck.

“No, your grace,” Marinette whispered past her lips.

“Speak louder.” Chat’s voice came out harsher and she straightened up.

“No, your grace.”

“Now, enlighten me. Why have you come to my castle?” Chat swallowed hard and waited for her to speak. “No one has visited in years. Yet here you are, being thrown at my feet.”

She slowly peered over her shoulder with tears brimming her eyes and one slowly fell down her rosy cheek. “To see if the love of my life has truly perished, Adrien.”

He choked on spit and nearly hissed at his old name. A wretched name that he wanted to abolish. He took a moment to compose himself before speaking again.  

“Afraid so. Now, go to my kitchen and see to it that my supper is prepared with the utmost care.” Chat let her go, letting his nails linger on her sensitive skin as she walked away from him.

Chat Blanc walked back to his throne and took up his wine glass, downing it, and watching her hips sway as she walked to the kitchen. His hair fell in front of his eyes and he excused himself, walking another way to his kitchen to throw off his guards. Something about her intrigued him and the way she wasn’t that afraid of him was something that made it all the more amusing.

He opened the door to his kitchen, finding her bent over and looking through a barrel of vegetables. He shut the door and leaned on it, walked over to grab a red apple from a wooden table. She gasped and stood up when she heard the crisp sound of him biting into it.

Marinette slowly turned and looked him up and down. One of his boots were crossed over the other one, and he had his back against the tabletop. She swallowed hard as she watched him take another bite, closing her eyes when the crisp sound echoed around her again.

“You know, you’ll spoil your appetite if you keep eating, your grace.” She teased and grabbed a basket full of vegetables, carrying it to the table he was leaning against. She slammed the basket down, “Your late mother must have taught you that, hm?”

Chat scowled at her and threw the apple behind himself and spun on his toe to be in front of her, pinning her against the table with his hands on either side of her waist.

He peered down at her with a devilish grin, “And what do you know of my late mother?”

“A great deal, your grace.” Marinette remembered spending a few moments with her, while working with others to tend to her in her time of need. “I was with her maids when she had taken ill. She shared many stories.”

Something in his eyes changed and for a moment she watched them flash as green as the finest emeralds before returning to rich sapphires. “I- twas not permitted to visit her.”

“I am aware, your grace.” Marinette softened her expression and held up an apple. “You still steal these from the cook, I see.”

A smirk fell onto his lips, one so familiar that it warmed her heart, “Perhaps.”

Marinette’s smile turned down and her lips parted when he leaned down, his gaze locked on hers, to take a bite of the apple in her hand. She swallowed hard and bit her bottom lip to hold back a whimper as she heard the loud crunch of him taking a bite. He brought the apple piece into his mouth with his tongue and nodded towards her.

“Go on, have a bite.” Chat chewed on the piece he had stolen from her apple and the idea of the serpent in the garden of Eden didn’t go over her head. “You know you desire to.”

Marinette glanced at the apple like it was poisoned. How his lips had graced it and if she were to take a bite herself, then it would be like kissing him. Kissing Adrien, a man that she had dreamed of doing that and more since she was a little girl.

“You are my taster, hm?” Chat reached out and played with a strand of dark hair that had escaped from her styled hair.

“Yes, your grace.” Marinette slowly brought the apple to her lips and pressed her lips to the edge of the bite mark with her eyes locked on his, before taking the most tender bite.

The corner of his mouth curled up on one side as his gaze smoldered. She brought the piece of apple into her mouth and licked her lips before chewing it. It was the sweetest apple she had ever tasted and suddenly her body felt like it was more on fire. Not just by his proximity, but because her lips had touched his in a way. She had always wondered how Eve had felt in the luscious garden and at that very moment, she felt just like she knew. Felt like she had taken part in a grave sin.

“How is it?” Chat searched her gaze, and she heard his nails run along the wooden surface of the table, repetitively.

“Delicious,” Marinette whispered as her skin warmed and flushed a deep rose from her cheeks to her breasts. His gaze ran from hers to her breasts and she suddenly felt like she was in danger.

He took one hand from the table to run his fingertip up the side of her skirts, playing with the fabric. “Why waste your time on a dead man when you can have the very much alive one in front of you?”

Marinette shook her head, “Surely, he is not dead.”

“I can assure you, love, he is more than dead.” Chat let the words out from his gritted teeth in irritation. “He was put in the ground years ago.”

She grabbed the knife behind herself and hid it behind her back, “If he is truly dead then why can I do this?”

Marinette quickly sliced the back of his hand, causing him to leap back with a hiss. “Do you not bleed?”

Chat glared at her and grabbed a cloth to wrap around the wound, tightening it with his teeth, to stop the bleeding. “That proves nothing other than that you are ill mannered for a woman!”

Marinette dropped the knife back onto the counter, walking up to him and placing her hands on his chest. His eyes widened as she pushed him towards the hearth, knocking his back into the pot over the fire.

“Perhaps, your grace, can teach me a lesson.” She panted and searched his gaze.

Their eyes switched between each other’s lips and gazes for a while, getting lost in one another. Tension and passion built up between them. Chat licked his lips and suddenly growled, grabbing her hips and lifting her to slam her down onto a counter. Marinette panted and lunged at him, grabbing his doublet and yanking him closer, capturing his mouth with her own in a hungry kiss.

Chat panted and groaned against her lips, running his hands along her dress, and ripping it from her body. She gasped and shoved his doublet from his shoulders. Chat let it fall to the floor, as he ripped at her stays and undergarments. He panted and held her cheeks in his hands, searching her eyes for a moment and getting lost in them. They were still filled with wonder like they were before as a child, but something darker resided within them. Something more mature. She had grown up and he had missed it. Had been left behind.

Marinette licked her lips and gripped his trousers with her thighs spread for him. Chat smirked and pulled her closer to kiss her hard again, before hastily removing the rest of his clothing. He picked her up and swung her around to slam her against a wall, knocking pans from the hooks. She gasped and panted, as he paused to gaze into her eyes again. They flashed to emeralds again, and she licked her lips with a warm smile. She ran her hands along his muscular pecs and took in a scar that sat above his left one.

“What happened?” Marinette peered down and leaned in to press her lips to it.

“Someone broke my heart.” Chat grabbed her wrist and brought her hand to his lips to gently kiss it.

“Who would do such a thing?” Marinette peered up to catch his gaze.

“The very woman beneath me, right now.” Chat ran a hand along her cheek and leaned in to kiss her hard before entering her.

Marinette gasped against his kiss and gripped his pecs in her hands, digging her nails into his muscles. Chat growled against her lips and felt her hips begin to move. He ghosted his hand behind her neck and gripped it, holding her in place to thrust into her harder and faster. She gasped and moaned as his tongue ran along hers, while his throbbing cock rubbed against her swollen bundle of nerves and made her toes curl.

He broke the kiss and yanked her face to his shoulder as he rested his chin on hers. His breathy moans caressed her ear and her hands slammed down onto his biceps, gripping them as she got closer. He turned his head and parted his lips against her neck, biting it hard before sucking on her aching skin. She cried out and came around his cock, milking and teasing him further. He thrusted into her hard and stilled, letting her clench around him as the waves of her orgasm burst through her.

Chat waited for her to come down, pulling away to steal a kiss from her swollen lips. He began to move within her again, chasing his own orgasm. The vegetables rolled off the table and fell to the floor as he slammed a fist down onto the counter and pumped into her harder. He panted and suddenly gripped her hips, yanking her closer and pulling out right as he was about to cum within her. God, how he wanted to cum within her, but he knew that it would have been a grave mistake.

Marinette panted as she watched him pump his hand along his slick cock, watching it pulse with each release onto her inner thigh. She licked her lips and his satisfied gaze locked with hers as he slowed his strokes down. He searched her gaze and let go of himself, waiting for her to do something. Anything. He wasn’t picky.

“The man that I loved tis alive. Just a fair bit broken,” Marinette whispered and reached up to graze his cheek with her hand. “Adrien, I know you are in there. Somewhere. Come home to me.”

Chat slowly closed his eyes and turned his head to graze her palm with his swollen lips before nuzzling it. He turned his gaze back to hers and held her wrist gently in his hands before uttering, “Save me.”

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#blancweek2021 #day 2 my prince #ml #mariblanc #chatblanc #marinettedupainchenge #miraculous #miraculousladybug #day 2 #my prince #ml fanfic