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amspams · 24 days

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Protective father

A/N: After one accidental deletion, crying my heart out and having to rewrite the whole thing, I've finally finished another fanfic. :,)

TW: Swearing, violence, child abuse

Glenda had gotten herself into some trouble. She watched as one of the other girls she'd been playing with - Katy - wailed in front of her. Who knew a simple game of tag in the park would lead to this? If only that whiny bitch hadn't refused to be 'it' when Glenda had caught her, Glenda would not have shoved her. Now Katy was going to have to deal with her bloody, scraped knees, by herself.

And Glenda did not feel any remorse for her actions. In fact, she was amused by the little girl's sobbing. Glenda thought Katy was being way too dramatic over what happened. It was only a few scratches after all.

"Glenda, what did you do!?" Said a panicked voice from behind her. Glenda turned around to see her twin brother, Glen, staring at her with wide eyes. "Is she hurt?"

"No-" Glenda replied stoically, but was interrupted by Katy.

"Glenda pushed me!" She cried.

"I did not!" Glenda denied, and stomped towards her.

Glen tried to hold her back. "Glenda, stop! It's not worth it."

"She's lying! She hurt me for no reason!" Whined Katy.

"Shut up, you cunt!"

However, just as Glenda was about to kick the sobbing girl, someone grabbed her by her wrist and flung her back. Glenda landed on the ground with a thud. The force of the impact took her by surprise, and she felt tears welling up in her eyes. Glen quickly ran to his sister's side. "Oh no. Are you well?"

"Does it look like I'm-"

A man grabbed Glenda by her shirt and lifted her up, letting her feet dangle above the ground. "You little brat, what gave you the right to treat my daughter like that, huh!?"

The twins gasped, and Glenda frantically tried to wriggle her way out of the Katy's father's grip.

"Please don't hurt her, sir," Glen pleaded. "She didn't mean to-"

"Stay out of this, boy!" The man yelled before shifting his attention back to Glenda. "You little shit. Did your parents teach you nothing?"

"Let go of me, asshole!"

"Oh I'll let you go, alright," spat the man. "I'll let you go after you're hurting just as much as my Katy is!"

The man let Glenda fall back down before grabbing her by her shoulders and violently shaking her. "You think you can just walk off with no concequences? I'm gonna teach you a lesson your parents should've a long ago."

"DADDY!" Screamed Glenda. "Daddy, der Mann tut mir weh!" (Daddy, the man hurts me!)

The man clasped a hand over her mouth. "Stop screeching, girl. And speak english!"

Just when it seemed as if the man was about to strike her, he was violently shoved away by an infuriated Chucky. "And what the hell do ya think you're doin'?"

The man was taken aback, but quickly regained his composure. "I was just-"

"That was a rhetorical question, idiot," said Chucky, and punched the man in the face. A horrible cracking noise was heard when his fist made contact with the man's nose. Chucky had more than likely broke it. "I don't give a flying fuck about your excuse. You don't hit kids. Especially not my kids."

Glen covered his eyes whilst Glenda grinned from ear to ear at her father's display of aggression. Chucky forced the man down to the ground.

"Get off me, you freak!" The man demanded, and tried to push Chucky off of him. But he was no match for him. Chucky had been fighting his whole life. He grew up on the streets after all. Your average man stood no chance against him, and he was very well aware of that.

"Shut up," Said Chucky, and held him down.

"Ya know, if we weren't in public right now, I'd..."

Chucky trailed off when he saw two officers approaching.

"Please get off, sir. We'll take it from here."

Chucky did as he was told, but before he got up, he whispered into the man's ear loud enough for only him to hear. "Lock your door, dickhead. We're not done here."

Chucky then picked Glenda up and took Glen's hand before walking back to the car with them. "Lucky bastard," he muttered.

#child's play #bride of chuky #seed of chucky #the twins #Glen & Glenda #Glen Ray #Glenda Ray #Chucky #Charles Lee Ray #The Rays #Human!AU #German!Chucky AU inspired by lovely @fanficwriter284

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scaramouche-bully · 3 years

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THAT POST ABOUT OVERSTIM MADE ME REALIZE HOW MUCH I WANT TO DESTROY CHILDE HELP. CAN U WRITE SMTH WHERE HIS S/O USUALLY BOTTOMS BUT WANTS TO TRY TOPPING HIM AND HE JUST KEEPS TRYING TO FLUSTER HER AND TEASE HER AND SHE GETS SO ANNOYED THAT SHE JUST FUCKS HIM STUPID 💕💕

— ☆ Wrecking T*rtaglia headcanons

Includes: Childe

[ Top ] Female reader

Contains: Overstimulation, bratty sub, mind break, sub space, aphrodisiacs, anal gaping, dacryphilia, degradation, size kink, slapping, choking, cock-stepping, humiliation, rough sex, stomach bulge, multiple orgasms, masochism + sadism.

— ☆ Overstimulation headcanons - Xiao, Childe, and Scaramouche 🐏 [ GN ]

— ☆ Bratty Sub headcanons - Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, and Childe 🐑 [ GN ]

[ masterlist ]

Welcome to the "Bully T*rtaglia" club, we are currently taking applications (u‿ฺu✿ฺ). My original draft was sweet but then my computer crashed and I lost everything. So I'm going to channel all my anger into destroying this man (consensually, I promise the ending is soft.).

— ☆ Childe

When you bring up the idea of you topping him, he doesn't take you seriously but he's open to it. While he thinks it's cute that you want to try new things, he's so much bigger than you, and being on top is actually a lot of work compared to being a pillow princess. Are you sure you can handle it?

One of the big issues that came up during your first times was Childe's competitive nature and how fast his recovery time was. He could have came three times and then suddenly flip you on your back and fuck your brains out instead.

Even when he had the patience to be the sub, he would constantly taunt you and be an insufferable brat. Constantly disrespecting you and trying to fluster you. Always reaching down to finger fuck you even when he was stuffed full.

So the next time you brought him a drink, you decided to add something extra. Sitting patiently as he thanked you and downed the entire cup. It only took a few minutes before he began to squirm in his seat.

Childe's face was slowly growing redder and redder, soft pants breaking through the quiet office, his eyes darting to you before settling on the ground. It was amusing seeing him be so quiet rather than running his mouth off every minute. It's only when you start to walk over him in feign concern does he break out of his haze.

Stumbling over himself as he makes wild hand gestures to stop you but as soon as you round his desk, you see his cock straining against his pants, and the embarrassment flood Childe's face. Trying to laugh it off, you're just so pretty he can't help himself, but he's quickly cut off when you prop yourself up onto his desk and step on his cock.

"W-Wait-" Childe groans as his hips buck into your shoe as he grinds against it. Clutching the hand rests of his chair as he leans his head against your knee, soft keens slipping out as you run your fingers through his matted hair as he humps against you. He makes a confused noise when you suddenly tip his chin up, smile sweetly at him, before he's sprawled on the ground as you slap him.

"When did I say you could touch me?" you shot him a cruel look that sent shudders up his spine but also made his cock throb. Whatever you fed him was slowly making him lose his senses until there was just you, you, you. He whines, still on his back, when you take a seat in his chair and dig your shoe onto his dick, randomly applying pressure here and there, his pre-cum wetting his pants as he yelps at the pain. His hands flying up to lift your foot away but he catches himself as chooses to claw his fingers into the wooden flooring instead as he reaches his peak. It's so empowering seeing the man who used to fuck you stupid, whimper and cry as he cums in his pants just from you stepping on his dick.

"P-Please...ah! mm...wha?" Childe looks down confused to see that even after just orgasming, his cock is still hard. His body is so hot that if he doesn't cum again, he feels like he's going to die. He's tries to lift himself onto his elbows and unbutton his pants before you kick him in the chest and send him back down. He's disorientated from the fall when he feels you sit on his chest, cupping his face in your hands to lift him, before slamming his head down. You're almost ripping his hair out with every yank and slap you abuse him with as he yelps like a dog.

"You filthy whore. Did I say you could cum? You ungrateful brat," you spit out as Childe wails in pain, almost knocking you off when he seizes up and shakes. You don't even need to check to know he came again, "Maybe I should gag you and throw you onto the streets. Let everyone here know how much of a pig you are. Is that it what you want?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" his voice is choked up from his tears as he cries over himself. You almost feel bad but he's basically useless in this state, sniffling over himself as he apologizes over and over again. You softly coo at him as you lean over and kiss him sweetly, taking his arms and placing them on your waist as he grips onto you like a lifeline.

"There there Childe. It's alright now, we're going to teach you how to be a good boy. That's what you want right?" you whisper to him as he nods. You pull yourself up even as he grips onto your clothing to stay with him as you unclasp the buttons of his pants and free his cock. Still red and hard in your hands as if he hadn't already orgasmed twice in the span of a few minutes. He's already so wet with pre-come that you don't even need to find lube to jack him off. Ignoring his moans and screams to stop, he's still sensitive, you take him to the hilt in your mouth. Quickly pinning his hips from jerking upwards and choking you, you're the image of content as you swallow around his cock as Childe throws his head back and sobs as he cums down your throat.

“Pl-please, please, mmn- put it in me, please…” he manages to pant you, his mind melted as his eyes blink in and out of consciousness. His body is still burning hot and he can't escape the feeling of being empty. He wants to be filled with your cock, stuffed fill until he can't live without being fucked by you. You've completely ruined him.

"It seems we still have a long way to go. You really are a disappointment Childe," you sigh as you wipe away the stray cum dripping from your mouth as you reach over and feed it to him. He whines low in the throat at tasteing himself but feeling you touch him in some way is the only thing grounding him before you pull away and stand up, "Go on. Finger yourself open for me."

"W-Wha?"

"Childe. I said. Finger yourself open. I won't repeat myself again."

He quickly nods, not ready to disobey you again, as he lifts himself up to get his pants fully off. He knows what you want and it makes the fire in him burn hotter. Using his own pre-come with shaky hands, he reaches over to hold his legs up for you, and circles around his rim before dipping inside. The embarrassment of holding himself open like this and your watchful gaze almost has him cumming again but he can't. He wants to be good. He does his best to spread himself open at this awkward angle but he soon loses himself. He should feel ashamed for getting off on someone watching him but it makes him finger himself deeper and harder. He's taken out of his pleasurable moment when he feels your hand join his. Taking one hand as you spread his ass to see his loose hole. The pre-cum from his cock slowly leaking down. You're absentmindedly lacing your fingers inside him, before pulling both your hands out as you line your strap on to his rim. He didn't even notice you put it on.

"Did you know I had to fake every orgasm because you were such a sloppy fuck? Perhaps I should show you how to fuck someone properly," is the only warning he gets before you grip his hips until your fingernails draw blood, before slamming into him. He throws his head back and chokes on his screams as his cock shoots cum all over his chest.

"Who said you could come?" you spit out as you grip his cock and squeeze harshly as he screams. The overstimulation is too much, it hurts. He's desperately trying to push you away but whatever strength he built is lost. Only able to lay there and take it. He looks down to see his stomach bulge with every thrust you make, the image of you rearranging his insides sends him flying as he tries to cum again but the death grip you have on him, he just can't. He's full-on sobbing as you continue to abuse his prostate, he's going to break, you're breaking him.

"nO! P-PLEASE! STO-" he begging as you continue to pound into him. You push even further, until your cock fully inside him now, and stay there rubbing right up against his prostate. Watching amused as Childe tries to shudder to the large intrusion, the never-ending pressure on his sensitive spots makes him almost feral. You swear he has hearts in his eyes right now.

"Pleasepleaseplease-"

You pull out slowly, just until the tip is inside him, before gripping his wrists as leverage and ruthless slamming into him. Childe parts his hips in a voiceless cry as you finally break his mind and fuck him dumb. He scrambles against the floor as he tries to find anything to ground him, trying to fuck himself back on your cock as he drools all over the floor. His vision leaves him as all his senses focused on the harsh drag of your cock in him, the wet slapping noise that fills the room, and the tears that slip from his eyes down to the floor. His cock throbs with each thrust you force into his body, thighs jerking, as his tongue lolls out.

"Oh!--mh, m-more!" Childe babbles deliriously, he's being reduced to nothing but a warm hole for you to fill whenever you feel like it. Reduced from a harbinger to a whore for you to use. He feels the breath get punched out of his lungs as his abdomen stretches and burns. His hole clenching around your dick that you have to forcefully yank him down to stuff him, "Hahh, you're tearing me o-open."

"You disgusting whore. Can you feel it?" you mock as you take one hand to spread his ass apart, you see his hole is red and puffy, pre-cum from his semi-hard cock leaking down where you're both connected. He shudders that you've fucked him so bad that his hole is gaping. It's when you reach over and clasp both of your hands around his neck and squeeze that he comes crashing down. Wheezing at the lack of oxygen that makes him see white, he feels so warm and content, mind filled with bliss, as he cums. Waves upon waves of pleasure crash into him as his cock finally softens as he relaxes and drifts off into space before slowly losing consciousness.

--- You slowly blink awake to soft kisses being placed on your neck, Childe's lazy form cuddled up to you as you stroke his hair. He's always so clingy the morning after. "Are you feeling alright? I was a bit mean wasn't I?" you ask a bit embarrassed as memories of last night flood your mind. You know you both agreed on what your limits were but you couldn't help but feel a bit worried you may have pushed him too far. Childe props himself on his elbow to smile dumbly at you, you were perfect.

"It was alright I suppose," he chuckles when you lightly punch him in the chest, "I didn't think you would try and drug me like that. You know I could get you arrested for that. " "Ha! Good luck finding someone that will fulfill your perverted fantasies. Besides you're the one that wanted to experiment with them and don't phrase it like that either," you shake your head at him before leaning up to kiss him. When you pull away you take notice of all the bruises and marks you left on him. There's a small part of you that purrs at the claim you made but you quickly shoo it away. It's too early for that. If your back is hurting you have no idea how Childe is faring. "Here, let me get you some water and let me see your head," you offer, pulling yourself up before Childe's arm wraps around you and pulls you down to lay beside him. Placing his weight on top of you so you can't squirm away, even as you swat at his back he smothers you until you give up.

"Stay with me."

"Hah...alright. Just for a bit."

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #childe smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #childe x reader #genshin impact childe x reader #childe headcanons #childe imagines #genshin impact childe #genshin childe x reader

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karlnapity · 3 years

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Some Things Live But All Things Die

AO3 link here.

TWs: Major character death, explicit grief, torture.

Sapnap appears on your doorstep on a gloomy day.

Perhaps it’s apt for the occasion. You’re shivering, and so is he, and it’s more alike than you’ve been in months.

It’s raining, and he is too.

You force open the door with more than a little hesitance; you’d ignore it, usually, but there’s something in his gaze, in the way he’s holding himself.

It’s only once he opens the door that you realize he’s crying.

It pulls at you, makes you want to pull him close. You don’t.

He makes no move to talk. You don’t urge him to.

There’s a sinking pit in your stomach.

He sobs, then, sinking to his knees on your porch step. The lights of Las Nevadas twinkle in the background, a cruel mockery of everything you always did for him.

This isn’t right.

“He’s gone,” Sapnap wails, and you immediately know what he means.

Something in you shatters.

Getting the full story is difficult between it all. You fall to your knees in front of him like a man begging forgiveness, and maybe you are.

He tells you the story in stops and starts as the rain tumbles down, in sobs and heaves, and you want to pull him close but he’s so far despite the distance.

You don’t want this story.

It’s not quite a surprise, really, what happened, when you think about it; you were always going to lose him first.

You’re not sure why it surprises you that he was as fragile as you thought.

He disappeared, says Sapnap, for days at a time, and you think you remember witnessing it a few times yourself. He says he couldn’t remember hardly anything.

It stings. Your absence is irrelevant, now, but some part of you is clawing, dying to know whether he chose not to tell you about his country or if it was all the set-aside madness of an already dying man.

You will never know.

He disappeared, Sap explains, and he thought it was normal, one of his casual disappearances, and he didn’t worry until it had been a few weeks.

Sap sobs, apologizes maybe ten times, for not realizing, and your anger flares for a second before the shame comes crashing down.

You didn’t even know. You knew none of it. You have no room to speak.

“It was George who found his body,” Sap says.

You don’t want to see him, but it’s the fucking least you can do.

It doesn’t feel real until you see him. You hardly have time to think about his kingdom as you’re led through for the first time (and that burns in and of itself), the glowing lights dimmed as though the land itself is mourning.

He looks like he’s sleeping, such a difference from the last dead body you saw.

He’s gray, like one of the ghosts, as though he’s coated in soot and ash. You almost want to reach out and try to brush it off, as stupid as it is.

His clothes, even, are as grayscale as the rest of him, like a washed-out film.

“He was like this when we found him,” George says. You don’t point out his use of ‘we.’

And it suddenly feels real. You feel like throwing up.

“I need to leave,” you say, and you ignore the way you’re running away again.

> You don’t want him to come back. You don’t want to see him shaded in gray, not like his death.

He was always meant to be colorful. This isn’t fair.

> “Are you crying?”

“Shut up,” you grumble, despite the way you are.

“Are you crying?” Dream repeats in delight. He found a weakness and he’s weedling it like a boy pulling off the wings of butterflies.

“Shut up!” You scream, despite the way you are. You take his collar and slam his head into the wall with a sickening crack.

“What happened, Quackity?” He sings.

You wish you knew.

His pain feels useless for the first time.

> You visit his kingdom.

It’s beautiful, but empty, and you know it was all him.

He was what made it special, and without his watch it seems decrepit, as though it’s been abandoned for centuries rather than days.

You don’t look around. It deserved his tour.

> You think of Wilbur, in his grand gestures and the beautiful way he destroyed himself, and you think you understand it, just a little.

My grand symphony, he’d said, forever unfinished, or at least that’s what Philza had said.

Forever unfinished.

When it had exploded, you hadn’t understood it, had wanted to ask how a man could be so destroyed that he’d take the life of his own nation.

The slime helps you collect sand for TNT.

You're too cowardly to use it. > Mourning is a funny word.

You’ve mourned enough, really. Your ex-husband, your relationship, your dreams, and now him.

Your last funeral was a celebration, and you sit back, now, wonder if it was a mistake to let him go at all.

“Do you think I made a mistake?” You ask a ghost.

It blows smoke in your face. “I don’t think I’m the one to give you advice on self-destruction, babe.”

You wave it away. “Maybe not.”

There’s a silence in which you observe its cave. It’s a pale imitation of its character, but then again his ghost is anyways. That stings too.

“Is it right to wish it never happened? So I can avoid the mourning?”

It looks at you, then, red horns flashing. “There’s no right to pain.”

> Your husband’s body was all harsh lines and pained twists. His is soft and peaceful.

You can’t stop thinking of it.

He looked like he was sleeping. You don’t know why that hurts so much.

> Dream can bring him back.

This time it’s personal. You will not let him be lost. >

You let him die. This is your fault.

You were petty, and vindictive, and you are to blame.

“We wondered why you didn’t come home,” Sap says, and it grates, feels like nails on a chalkboard, but you have to hear it. You deserve every bit of guilt.

“And George told us, then, that you didn’t want to, and we were so confused.”

“He never told me,” you whisper.

Sap’s hand twitches, as though he’s resisting reaching out to you. You’ve been doing that a lot lately, unsure where you stand. It hurts.

“I know, Q,” he says. The sympathy doesn’t, shouldn’t belong to you.

“I should’ve come home anyways. I’m sorry.”

“I wish you had. We never would’ve left you that easily.”

It’s not much use now. > Dream doesn’t matter.

You’ve been more vicious, lately, as even Sam grows uneasy, but it doesn’t matter.

You hardly feel in control of the violence anymore. > The slime asks you about the abandoned machines, one day, asking about the matching colors, and you crumble.

It doesn’t much know how to help with tears, but its company is welcome.

You’re taking advantage of its kindness like this. It doesn’t understand what you did.

> Meetings are useless. Technoblade doesn’t seem to understand this.

He snaps his fingers in front of your face, repeats his question, but it doesn’t matter. You push your chair, stand up, prepare to leave-

“Are you alright?”

You let out something between a whine and a scream. “You’re not the kind of person to be asking me that.”

“I know. But I’m asking anyways.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

You deserve this guilt. > “I can’t bring him back,” Dream wheezes. “This is useless.”

You push your knife through his shoulder, pin him to the ground. “You’re lying.”

“Stop, stop, stop!” He shrieks, and you let up, only barely.

“Quackity, Quackity, I need a ghost, please.”

You sit up on your heels, scream into your hands. You signal for Sam to raise the lava, leaving Dream pinned. “If you’re lying, I’ll kill you this time, I really will.”

He’s scared of you for the first time, and it’s not satisfying. >

> Sap looks at you like he doesn’t know you.

Did he ever know you? That’s a frightening thought.

If he knew what you were doing, he would hate you.

You don’t care. You just want him back. > And thus begins your search for a ghost. You ask your own. It shrugs.

“But everyone has a ghost,” you plead. “That’s what you told me.”

“That doesn’t mean they want to be seen.” The plumes of smoke obscure its face. “Remember the kid? He hardly showed up at all in the time he was dead.”

“But he’d want to see me,” you whine, and it sounds wrong to your own ears. “So he has to be somewhere around here.”

“Q.” Its voice is surprisingly serious. “If you ever brought me back I’d hate you forever. Don’t force this on him.”

“But-”

“Listen to me. If I came back? My shitty fucking heart would probably give out again immediately. You don’t know why he died, right? Don’t hurt him because you miss him.”

You crumple. “I need to fix this. I need to.”

“There’s no fixing, babe. Just don’t break it more.”

You hate it. > “Q.”

Fuck.

“What, Sap?”

The nicknames are familiar on your tongue, just like the tension in the air.

“Can you tell me what you’re doing?” He comes up behind you, holds your arms like he used to when you got upset.

You never look at people when you’re upset. He’s the one who noticed.

“He was so observant,” you murmur. You’re not sure when the habit started, of needing to tell people about him. As though you’ll forgethimlikeheforgotyou-

No.

“He was,” Sap replies as you curl in on yourself, holding you closer.

“What are you doing?” He whispers. “Just tell me. I can’t lose you too.”

The last part is so quiet you have to strain to hear him. You wish you hadn’t. You let loose a wail, almost a scream.

This isn’t fair. None of this is fair.

“I want him back. I’m going to get him.”

Sap pulls you to the ground, still holding you close. “I know. Me too.”

“Dream has the book.”

You hear him suck in a violent inhale, like he’s been punched in the stomach. “Q. No.”

“He can bring him back!” You exclaim, twisting to look at him.

He looks… sad. It’s an inadequate word, so simple for the expression, for the feeling, that it’s almost useless. He looks like… he looks like you.

“Why don’t you want to? Why wouldn’t you?” You argue. You plead.

“Q, he wouldn’t want to! He told me!”

“That’s fucking bullshit!” You shoot to your feet. “That’s bullshit! Just ‘cause you don’t want to-”

His expression hardens. “I want to see him just as much as you do, Q-”

“No you don’t!” Your hands raise to grip at your beanie. “No you don’t! I need to- I need to apologize I need to tell him-”

“Quackity, shut up for five seconds and listen to me!” He’s sobbing, now, you both are, breathing heavy.

It gets you to shut up.

“He knew. He knew something was wrong, and he told me that if anything happens to leave him alone. And I thought he was joking. I didn’t take him seriously.” He wipes at his eyes, but it’s no use with how hard he’s crying. “And I kick myself for that every single day. We all regret things, Q.”

And when he holds you close this time it feels comforting instead of constricting.

“I thought you left me,” you start. “And I never got to see him or his kingdom or you and I never got to spend time with you because I was too busy being a stubborn asshole.”

“You know he’d forgive you.”

“But I don’t forgive myself.” It hurts to admit. “Because I never got to see him again.”

He holds you tight. “I know.”

> “Were you mad? When I got with Sap and… him?” You can’t say his name.

It shrugs. “I don’t really remember. It doesn’t really matter.”

“I don’t want him to be mad.”

“Don’t let the dead make your choices, sweetheart. We’re past our time.”

You let out a low chuckle. “Isn’t that all the dead do? Make our choices?”

It smiles ruefully. “Only if you let us.”

> “I was scared,” you say, entwining your fingers as you lay on the roof and pulling him down with you, “that it was wrong, to still love you.”

“I know,” Sap does, laying next to you. He looks at the stars. “Me too. But I do. Still love you, I mean.”

“But we’ll always be missing something.”

“That too. But it’s… it’s not okay, but it will be, I think.”

“I hope you’re right. I want you to be.” > And you don’t forgive yourself, but Sap does, but your ex-husband does, and that has to be enough.

You don’t see his ghost. Maybe it’s around, maybe it’s not, and that has to be enough, too.

Grief is awful. Mourning is awful. It hurts, a constriction around your throat.

You grieved your relationship, thought that would kill you, and it was only child’s play. Sometimes you’re certain you’ll die just from the pain of it all.

It’s not fair. Not to any of you. And that has to be enough.

But it will be okay. And that will have to be enough.

#be quiet i'm writing #karlnapity #quackity #sapnap #karl jacobs #georgenotfound #dream #dreamwastaken #jschlatt #dream smp #dsmp #mcyt #las nevadas #kinoko kingdom #myctblr #fanfiction

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untaemedqueen · 4 years

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The Bird Cage

Mafia!Jimin x Reader

Chpater 28.

Warnings: Character Death (I’m Really Sorry)

Blood, Guns, Knives, Smoking (Cigarettes)

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Time is slow in this room, your eyes not knowing where to look as you lay on the chaise lounge. Your hands finding the second water bottle out of four as you sip at the flavorless liquid.

Your phone tells you it's been ten hours. But, it feels like years. You wanted to stay silent, every voice or yell you were craning your head to listen to. Your eyes wander over to the crib and you put your hand on your stomach as your daughter kicks within you.

You were nervous at first, the first four hours of being in here. You paced back and forth excessively, crying hysterically as your fear practically ate you alive. In your head, you could hear Jimin telling you that it's not good for the baby. Not good for his little angel so you resolved yourself.

You were exhausted, almost up a day and some hours but you couldn't sleep until that door opened and Jimin was standing there safe. You had heard gun shots, yelling and still the door was closed. It wasn't over and you don't know when it would be.

Jimin throws himself behind the couch as he wipes at his sweaty face. A bullet flying over his head as he closes his eyes. They were coming in waves, big waves. No more than fifteen people at a time.

Fifteen every hour, but something has to give. Jimin pulls the cartridge out of his gun before shoving bullets into it, his fingers steady as a rock as he bites his lip. The couch shudders under some weight as Jimin thrusts the cartridge back into the gun only to hold it up and shoot at the shuddering noise. A groan leaving lips as the body falls off of the couch.

"Fuck!" Taehyung curses making Jimin pick up his head. Taehyung's hand pressed to his forearm as blood leaks between his fingers. Knives were flying, people were groaning as still the lions were coming out on top.

"Hyung!" Jeongguk calls to Taehyung from behind the priceless glass vase Jimin had bought two years ago.

The living room was in shambles. Bullet holes in ever wall, knife marks all over the place. The precious Persian rug you bought a month ago was smeared with blood. Which, Jimin even in his head space, the way it was, knew you would be terribly angry with. Taehyung grabs at his shirt, purchasing it in his teeth before tearing it off and wrapping it around his forearm.

"How many lions are dead?" Yoongi calls to Hoseok as Hoseok jumps up onto a mans body, snapping his neck and falling onto his feet.

"I got eight so far!" Someone calls from the kitchen making Jimin sigh.

He stands up with a wince, his eyes falling to his calf as blood seeps out of his cut. Yeah, some guy had got him. Jabbed him with his knife right in his calf. Jimin grips the couch purchasing his upper lip between his teeth as he furrows his eyebrows.

"He thinks we're going to give up?" Namjoon asks walking in from the kitchen, his suit jacket in tatters as he wipes at his blood covered neck.

"I doubt it." Jimin says before looking up at the kitten in a cage painting. He takes a deep inhale before standing on his tip toes with a groan and taking the painting off of the wall.

"You." He tells one of his crew.

"Minki, Boss." Jimin rolls his eyes.

"Minki. Go put this downstairs." He says handing him the painting. He nods tilting his head before leaving. That was one of Jimin's most prized possessions, no harm could befall it.

"We have a fourty two minutes" Jimin says before looking at the broken face of his watch. He taps his fingernail to the unmoving piece before taking it off and throwing it on the floor. The sitting room goes silent before a beeping begins.

"What's that?!" Jin asks loudly before looking around, everyone stops. Their necks sticking out as a grenade rolls into the doorway.

"Oh fuck!" Taehyung yells before starting to sprint towards the kitchen.

"MOVE!" Jimin yells at Jeongguk who is the closest.

One crew member, his name evading Jimin's mind jumps on the grenade as Jeongguk runs towards the kitchen. Jimin groans loudly dashing into the kitchen as all of the men file in. The explosion goes off, the priceless vase teetering then shattering as the entryway explodes. His name was Kiryun.

You sit up at the sound of the explosion your hands cover your face as you whine. The whole house shakes on it's foundation before settling.

"Oh my fucking God." You murmur before hearing screaming downstairs.

Your knees bouncing wildly as you put your hand to your forehead. Even if you did open the door you wouldn't be able to get out, the heavy wooden wall was in front of it. And, Jimin would never forgive you for leaving this room with your unborn baby. But, sitting here safe knowing all of the destruction downstairs was eating you alive.

Jimin swigs the whisky as he stares at the mass of bodies in his sitting room. Jeongguk ties the fabric of his shirt to Jimin's leg making him wince.

"You're cutting off my blood circulation." Jimin mumbles before looking at the bits of Kiryun on the floor.

"I have to. The cut is deep." Jimin puts his hand to his forehead.

"I'm starving." Hoseok whispers putting his forehead to his knees.

"Oh, that's your concern right now? You're fucking hungry? Why don't I just go whip you up a four course meal?" Taehyung asks bitterly as he looks down at his soaked bandages.

"Say that one more time." Hoseok tells him before standing up.

"Shut the fuck up, both of you." Jimin mumbles before sipping the whisky and passing it off for Taehyung to finish. Jimin looks over at the dead cat before hardening his nerves to steel. Kim Shin would come out, and he would end up like that fucking cat.

You were in the bath tub, letting the water fall over your feet as you look down at your naked stomach. Your finger pressing against your swelling belly button before putting your head back against the white lip of the tub. You had nothing else better to do then watch your fingers get pruney. A large bang comes from the room next door and you jump putting your hand over your heart.

"The fuck?" You whisper before sitting up, the water sloshing over the sides.

A loud crash comes from the third floor making Jimin sit up.

"THEY'RE ON THE ROOF!" He hears from the second floor.

"Oh fuck. Baby girl." Jimin mumbles before standing up. His leg shuttering in pain as he grips the couch. He grunts as Jeongguk takes off upstairs first. His legs skipping steps.

"Stay down here." He tells Yoongi and Namjoon as Taehyung and Jimin race towards the stair case.

Jimin peaks up the final few stairs as shadows walk around his bedroom.

"She's not here." A voice whispers as Taehyung rolls onto the floor before pressing himself behind the medical room.

His feet behind the tall vase of flowers on the floor. Jimin nods to the room and Taehyung begins to sneak. Jeongguk's head peaks out from where the baby's room is grateful for the cover. Jimin can count four distorted shadows as he crawls up the stairs on all fours silent as the night.

"She's got to be up here. I heard water running." Jimin closes his eyes in defeat as he stands up. Jeongguk is first, his body bracing for impact as he steps out and kicks the lion carved door open with all of his strength.

"Gentlemen." He says before shooting. Jimin groans loudly sprinting over and holding his gun out. Taehyung enters the bedroom before him, shooting another man as Jimin reaches the room. He looks around as Jeongguk is planted on the ground. Knees into someones back as he chokes the man with your night gown.

"Where's Kim Shin, huh?" He asks through gritted teeth as the man claws at the silken fabric.

"Here." His voice comes out in a whistle as his eyes begin to buldge. Jimin looks around before grabbing the pain killers on the bed and downing a few with his dry throat. He tosses the bottle to Taehyung who happily accepts. Jeongguk twists his arms pulling tightly as the man's neck becomes purple.

"He's here." Jimin mumbles before stepping out of the bedroom and looking at the wooden panel over the room.

"Babe?" He calls through the wood.

"Jimin!" You cry loudly rushing over to the wooden door throwing your towel on the floor.

"Stay silent, Kitten. Can you do that for me?" You whimper putting your forehead to the door.

"I will." Jimin sighs before grunting as he leans his weight against the wall.

"Good girl. It'll be over soon. I promise." His fingers grabbing at the marble table underneath the light fixture.

"Are you okay?!" You ask, your chest wracking with sobs as you put your hand to the door.

"I'm okay." He sounded breathless and pained.

"You're lying!" You wail punching the door. Jimin closes his eyes as Jeongguk and Taehyung exit the bedroom.

"As long as you're okay. I'm okay." Jimin says before pushing off of the wood and heading back downstairs.

"I LOVE YOU!" And, even if your voice was muffled it was as clear as day to him.

"I love you, too." He whispers before descending the stairs running his hands through his hair.

"Park!" The voice fills the house as Jimin lands on the second floor. His body freezing at the familiar voice.

"Come out and play with me!" Kim Shin yells loudly. Jimin puts his finger to his lips as he sits on the bottom step of the third flood staircase.

"I have a woman here! She's dying to see you. Dying being the operative word. Of course." Jimin closes his eyes, his hands in a prayer under his chin as Jeongguk and Taehyung sit down above him.

"What's your name?" Kim Shin asks the woman. There was no answer, to which a loud thud rings out. Then, there was a scream. Jimin puts his forehead to his knees.

"What's your name?"

"Two."

'Fuck!' Jimin mouths putting his hands in his hair.

"Jimin, Two doesn't want to play with me. I'm waiting to play." Jimin looks up at Taehyung before sighing.

"You go. We'll stay here, waiting for the signal." Taehyung mutters into Jimin's ear. He nods before grabbing his gun and standing up. His feet solemnly walk, as if to his execution to the second floor banister before peering over it.

"Kim Shin." Jimin says nodding his head. Shin looks up before smiling. Jimin's eyes taking in Namjoon and Yoongi as they are on their knees with guns pressed to their heads.

"You blew up my house." Jimin tells Shin to which he shrugs.

"You blew up my club." Jimin nods before pointing his gun at Shin.

"Uh uh uh." He says before shooting Two's other foot. She screams loudly making Jimin freeze.

"Where's your wife?" Kim Shin calls to Jimin as he rips Two's dress from her body. Her hands covering her clothed breasts.

"She isn't here." Jimin tells him keeping his gun trained as he walks towards the stairs.

"Let's keep some distance. Shall we?" Jimin stands still, his tongue to his cheek.

"I heard your wife had a little lion in her belly." Jimin inhales through his nose, his blood beginning to heat up.

"She does."

"Good, I'll kill the little fucker too." Jimin's vision goes red as he steps down the stairs.

"I said keep your distance." Kim Shin says before shooting Two in the shoulder, her frail body falling to the floor as she cries loudly.

"That's on you, Park." Jimin looks down at your maid.

His jaw tightening as his mind begins to fog with anger. His fingers bawling into fists.

"Did you like all your presents?" Jimin asks the older man, his head cocking to the side as he aims his gun for Shin's forehead.

"I did, yes, thank you. It was a real eye opener of a gift." Jimin hums before clearing his throat.

"Welcome to the Lion's Den!" He says opening his arms to Kim Shin, his eyes narrowing as Shin cock his gun.

"Thank you." He shoots Two in the head and Jimin closes his eyes before sighing.

Two more shots are heard before Shin's people fall to the ground. Jimin looks over at Taehyung and Jeongguk as smoke rolls out of their guns.

"You killed my wife's maid. She'll be very unhappy." Jimin tells Kim Shin as Namjoon jumps up knocking him to the ground.

Shin's gun slides across the floor as Namjoon presses his knee into his face. Jimin rapidly descends the stairs before jumping over the two steps of the entry way. His knees falling on to Kim Shin's stomach before punching him in the face.

"Move!" He tells Namjoon before punching him repeatedly. Every word coming out of Jimin's mouth ending with a punch.

"You."

"Fucking."

"Bastard."

"You."

"Fuck!" Kim Shin's nose gets battered into his face as he groans.

"You."

"Fucking."

"BASTARD!" Jimin grabs Kim Shin's head before picking it up and smashing it on to the ground. Jimin lets out a shaky sigh before sitting back, his body falling off Kim Shin's as he wipes bloody hands on Shin's shirt. His knuckles were cut open, his own blood seeping out of his hands as his skin begins to swell.

"Take him upstairs to the play room." He whispers before laying down on the ground.

His eyes closing as he breathes raggedly. His hand on his chest as he stares up at the bullet hole covered ceiling. He got him. He got the cheetah. His lips forming a smile on their own before beginning to giggle. He laughs loudly, like a mad man putting his hands over his face.

"We got him." Jeongguk jumps over the staircase railing before jumping on Jimin and hugging his body. Jimin laughs into Jeongguk's shoulder loudly before putting his head back, his chest still wracking with spontaneous giggles as he sighs.

"We got him."

Jimin slides the wooden door panel open before opening the door. The room was dark and you were sitting on the chaise lounge hugging a lion stuffed animal.

"Baby." Jimin whispers smiling, you whine loudly jumping up and running over to him. He chuckles as you throw yourself at him. His lips kissing fervently at your cheek before hugging you close to him.

"I love you. I love you so much." He whispers in your ear as you grip on to his shirt.

"I love you, too!" You sob into his chest, Jimin pulls back before kissing you deeply, his tongue licking over your bottom lip before biting down gently.

"Fuck, I love you." He says before hugging you back to his body.

"Where are you hurt?" You ask pulling away from him.

"I'm fine." He whispers wiping at your tear stained cheeks with his thumb.

"Tell me!" You say shoving his chest. He sighs before picking up his pant leg and showing you the bandage around his cut.

"I'll sew it up, come!" You say quickly pulling on his hand. He grips your hand as you pull him before putting his lips into a straight line.

"Kitten. You have to see something first." Jimin mumbles combing your hair behind your ear. You furrow your eyebrows at him, his touch was too gentle, too kind.

"What?" You ask nervously as he pulls your hand to his mouth, pressing his lips to your skin.

"Come." He whispers before pulling you to the staircase. You descend the stairs together, your eyes on his face as he looks over at you.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I couldn't do anything."

"You're scaring me." You mutter as you reach the second floor.

Your eyes peering over the banister before gasping at all the bodies.

Then, your eyes find one.

"NO!" Your scream loudly, your voice choking up as you shove Jimin off of you and rushing down the stairs.

"NO!" You cry loudly jumping over the entryway stairs before falling to your knees. You cry loudly grabbing at Two's still body. Your head falling back as you whimper.

"I'm so sorry, Kitten." Jimin whispers putting his hand to his forehead.

You pick up the top half of her body as you fall sideways. Your legs coated in her blood as you cry loudly. You put her on your lap before grabbing her torn dress and putting it over her body. Your hands coated red as you run your fingers through her hair. Your shaking hand reaching out and closing her eyes as you wail loudly. Your chest beginning to hyperventilate as you gasp for air.

"Why?!" You cry loudly picking up her body and kissing her forehead.

"SHE NEVER DID ANYTHING WRONG!" You scream, high pitched and pained as you coddle her dead body to your belly. Jimin puts his hands over his mouth as he steps down the stairs.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU SAVE HER?!" You scream at the men in the room. Namjoon bows his head putting his hands in his hair.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU FUCKING DO SOMETHING?!" You cry loudly, blood vessels breaking under your eyes as you rock her dead body.

"I'm so sorry, baby." Jimin whispers as everyone watches you. You lay her body back down on the floor before putting your hand on your stomach and crying out. Jimin presses his legs to your back, holding you up as you cry. His hands on your shoulders as he leans over you.

"She didn't do anything wrong!" You whisper as Jimin squeezes your shoulders.

"I know. I know, Kitten." You whimper as he lifts you to your feet with a grunt. You turn putting your face into his chest, his hand rubbing soothingly at your back as he kisses your forehead.

"I'm sorry." He looks over at Jeongguk before nodding to Two's body subtly.

"Let's go upstairs." Jimin whispers as you lean against him.

"I don't want to leave her, I-" Your voice was shot from screaming. Your head aching from your sobs. You were exhausted.

"Come on." Jimin whispers before rubbing your back quicker as he pulls away.

You sit in the bathtub, staring at the wall as Jimin cleans your legs.

"What was her name? Her real name. I never even knew her real name." You whisper putting your head to the wall.

"Her name was Hawon." You close your eyes.

"That's pretty." You mumble as he nods.

"It is." He hasn't said a thing, unless you ask. He was worried about you, in your state. He wouldn't push or pull for anything, just waiting for you to speak to him.

"Can we name the baby Hawon?" You ask looking over at him, he leans in kissing your cheek.

"Of course, we can." You nod before putting your head back against the wall.

"She was probably one of the sweetest people, I've ever met in my entire life." You mutter closing your eyes as Jimin drains the tub. His lips pressing to your belly as he grabs a towel.

"I know. Me too." He says helping you stand up. He dries off your body before kissing you softly. He picks your body up, your arms clinging to his neck as he lays you down.

"I should have treated her like my friend... Like Hyejin... She shouldn't have done stuff for me." You whisper as Jimin walks past the chess table.

"Don't do that. Don't blame yourself." He says seriously before laying you down on the bed.

"I know." You mumble before turning your body and putting your face into the pillow.

You couldn't blame yourself but you were hurt. You cared for her, Two was such a big part of this new life for you. She was sweet and kind, undeserving of what happened and it only made you hate Kim Shin more.

"You got him?" Jimin sits on the end of the bed, squeezing stretch mark lotion into his hand before rubbing your belly.

"The Lion's got the Cheetah." You smirk before laying on your back and looking at your husband.

"Good."

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Shandi’s KISSteria drabbles 32!

Last part of the BIG FIGHT!!

~Shandi

The battle of KISSteria: The Necromancer thinks he’s won..but has he?

ONE SMALL LIFE Part 18

The air in the Star Tower was tense as the party waited… for what, they weren’t sure. The only ones who were the most relaxed were Ayesha and the Rock of KISSteria, which was still dimly pulsing in time with the baby’s breaths as she slept. Mick, who was still over by a window, happened to look out in time to see a flash of red lightning strike the ground somewhere on the battlefield. “What the fuck was that?”

The Elder went to join him at the window. “What did you see?”

“I saw red lightning strike the battlefield somewhere. But it didn’t look like normal lightning. It looked… wrong.” Wrong was the only word Mick could come up with to describe it.

“The Necromancer,” Radames reasoned. “It must have been.”

“Okay, but what’s it mean?” Mick’s arms tightened fractionally around Ayesha, and he had the feeling he wouldn’t like the answer.

Red Lotus’s jaw was set. “Either something has happened to the Necromancer on the battlefield, or he is making his escape to find the child.”

“Fuckin’... so what do we do?”

“What we originally planned to do: guard the Rock and protect the child.”

“They won’t stop me..they can’t stop me.. I won’t let them.”

The Necromancer knew the Star Tower would be well guarded. But he was so close! He could almost taste the Rock’s power! There was no doubt in his mind that the sacrifice would be here as well. He grinned manically, pulling out his dagger. He chanted the spell once more as he cut into his wrists to summon more Blood Pawns. “Go, my lovelies..go and kill them all! Carve me a path to what I seek through their flesh!!” The Pawns shrieked and slinked off, attacking everyone. Guards. Servants. No one was safe from the Pawns’ relentless blades.

Red Lotus gripped her staff and scowled. “Ready yourselves. He is coming.”

“Fuck..” Mick cursed under his breath, holding Ayesha tighter. “Stay behind me.” Radames said, immediately setting up a barrier around them. “I will protect you with the best of my ability. You have my word.” As if sensing the coming danger, Ayesha’s tiny fingers clenched Mick’s shirt tightly and she started to whine. Mick held her close and tried to hush her. “I know, kiddo I know..you sense it. We won’t let him touch you.” Ayesha gurgled, reaching out to tug on Mick’s hair and giving him a wide-eyed, frightened look. “It’s real sweet that you’re worried about me but we don’t have much of a choice here. They’re gettin' too close.”

“And too desperate.” the Elder said, hearing the Pawns screeching. A sound that she never thought she would hear again. “He has resorted to using his own blood for his spells. There is no telling what he will do next.” As Ayesha grew more distressed the Rock pulsed brighter and more frequently. A powerful shockwave crashed against the barrier followed by a pained yell from the High Priestess. Despite all of her power, the Pawns quickly overwhelmed her with their deadly agility.

“You are beaten!!” the Necromancer’s mocking laughter echoed in the hallway. “You will not keep me from my prize, woman!!” He then appeared in the doorway, pointing his dagger. “You..all of you!! Your dear High Priestess is at the mercy of my lovelies~ However..I will spare her life if you give me the child..and the Rock. Lower the barrier now! Or she will suffer!!”

“Don’t!!” Red Lotus tried to reach for her staff, but a Pawn pushed it out of reach with its blade. “Don’t worry about me! I am ready to die to keep that poor child safe!”

“You are fools..you are all fools!! THE MISTRESS WILL RISE AGAIN!! AND YOUR BLOOD WILL HASTEN HER RETURN!!”

Ayesha let out a frightened sob, and the Rock’s light flashed briefly. Both went unnoticed, though, as the Elder’s face markings glowed purple. “You are a devil, Necromancer,” her voice boomed, strong and regal. “You will never have the child or the Rock.”

“Oh, but I will. I am tired of entertaining foolish babble.” Raising his hands in the air, the Necromancer chanted again. Radames raised his sword in the air while the Elder narrowed her eyes and grit her teeth…

… and then they froze. Whatever spell the Necromancer had cast had frozen them in place like statues. Only Mick and Ayesha were still able to move. Ayesha’s fingers still clenched on Mick’s shirt, and the Rock’s light was flashing and fading, rather like a heartbeat.

Mick shifted so that Ayesha was secure in one arm, and in his free hand crackling electricity formed. It wasn’t the amount of power he would have liked, but it would have to do. He would still be able to deliver a powerful shock.

The Necromancer snarled at him. “Give. Me. The child!”

Mick glared back. “Over my dead body, asshole.”

A ball of red energy appeared in the Necromancer’s hand. “That’s the idea~”

He threw it, and with Radames unable to enforce the barrier around the two it was quickly destroyed. Then he ran and lunged for Ayesha. Punches and kicks were thrown from both men, while Ayesha was outright crying. The Rock’s light was pulsing dangerously now. Then the Necromancer gave a hard kick to Mick’s stomach, weakening him enough to wrench Ayesha free and push him to the floor.

Mick lay groaning on the floor as the Necromancer lifted Ayesha into the air, a mad glint in his eye. “Finally… the host for my Mistress! The Crimson Witch shall rise again! REJOICE!!”

In his exhilaration, he let the spell over the Elder and Radames lift, and they immediately raised their weapons, joined by Red Lotus running in and raising her staff. “Release that child now!” the Elder demanded. “Or you will pay the price!”

“Ah ah ah,” the Necromancer lowered Ayesha and unsheathed his dagger, pointing it at her neck. “I wouldn’t do that.” All three froze. “That’s better. Tell that brat Star Prince to call off his armies and surrender, and give me the Rock. Or I will kill this child right here.”

Ayesha began to struggle and kick against the Necromancer’s body, wailing loudly. Growling, the Necromancer shook her roughly. “Be silent, you little brat!”

Ayesha screamed.

And then many things happened at once. On the battlefield, Demon and Vinneketh froze and looked up at the Star Tower. StarChild, Ace, CatMan, and Demon felt a strange sensation in their bodies. A sudden, ominous calm swept over the battlefield.

In the Star Tower, the Rock’s light exploded, filling the room and blinding the Necromancer. He cried out in surprise and pain and shielded his eyes. Mick suddenly felt the pain fade and strength rush back into his system, and he leapt to his feet and dove for Ayesha. After a moment of wrestling, Ayesha was pulled free, and Mick backed away as the Rock’s light seemed to surround the Necromancer on all sides. Musical notes filled the room, and they sounded cosmic and unearthly… and angry.

The Necromancer suddenly looked very afraid. “What is this? What’s happening?!”

The Rock’s light seemed to close in on him, the notes growing louder. A crimson aura formed around his body, and after a moment the aura began to be sucked away from him. As it did, the Necromancer suddenly began to change; lines formed on his face, his hair slowly lightened from a dark grey to white, until he had turned completely into a frail old man.

“WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?!” he screamed.

“As I said,” the Elder said from behind him. “You will pay the price for your cruelty and bloodshed. The Rock will not allow you to kill this child, or anyone else.”

Then the Rock emitted a loud, sharp note. Its light surrounded the Necromancer once again, and this time he began to be pulled towards the Rock’s pedestal. Although he struggled, he was quickly overpowered.

“No! No, you can’t do this!” he screamed out as he was pulled towards the pedestal. “My Mistress—!” The Rock interrupted with an angry clashing note. “NO!”

The Necromancer’s arms were forced up in front of him, and even as he tried to pull them away, he was roughly pulled towards the pedestal until his fingertips touched the Rock.

Bright purple light exploded across the Necromancer’s body, encasing him, and he gave a nearly unearthly screech.

On the battlefield, the Necromancer’s screech echoed from the Star Tower, and the remaining members of the Cult grabbed their heads and fell to their knees, crying out in pain. The Blood Pawns and the undead army froze in place and began to shake, shifting wildly in their forms and shrieking themselves.

Mick turned Ayesha around to press her face to his chest, not wanting her to see what was happening. But even he couldn’t look away as the Necromancer’s body twisted and jerked. Then the Rock sounded out a final, loud note, that on the battlefield overpowered the Necromancer’s screech, and there was one last blinding flash of light. Everyone in the Tower was forced to cover their eyes.

When the light faded, the Necromancer was released, and he fell to the stone floor with a dull thud. His skin was paper white, his eyes were wide, and his mouth was open in a silent scream.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of Ayesha’s tearful whimpering. Then the Rock let out a soft, crooning note, and she slowly settled in Mick’s arms, closing her eyes and falling back asleep. Everyone else stared at the Necromancer’s body in silent shock.

“... Is he dead?” Mick finally managed to say.

Red Lotus approached the body and, in a move almost comical given their situation, gingerly poked it with the tip of her staff. “He is dead. And if I am not mistaken, his powers have been drained from him.”

Sighing heavily, Mick looked down at Ayesha. She was just sleeping peacefully as if nothing had happened. He stared at her in silent awe. “Did she..really do all that..?”

“She did.” After dusting off his robes Radames came over to place a gentle hand on her head. “She called for help and the Rock answered. Incredible is it not?”

“That’s one word for it, yeah.”

“Master!!”

Vinneketh came running in with Demon not far behind. “Master..Ayesha..is she..?” Radames just smiled. “Have no fear, my son. She is perfectly safe~” While Mick handed her over Demon stared at the Necromancer on the floor. “So this is what has become of you..” He growled and set the corpse ablaze. “It’s no less than what you deserve. The fires of Hell will welcome you with open arms.”

To be Continued!!

#Shandi's drabbles #Shandi's KISSteriaverse #One Small Life #not gonna spoil #just enjoy!#Liv and I are super proud of this~

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