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hiii!! i don’t know if requests are open so in case they’re not this is more of like a convo / thirst?? but i keep thinking abt strade with a pregnant mc..like me personally i would try to hide the pregnancy for as long as i can bc knowing strade i wouldn’t be surprised if he used violence to get rid of the baby so AAA what do you think?? :00

hii! requests are technically closed, but i am fine with anyone still sending them in— just know i have many to finish and it may be a few days before i get to it!

anyway, I totally agree with you, anon! i don't think strade would be very receptive to the idea of you being pregnant. he'd likely use it as another avenue to exert his control and further manipulate you.

warnings (please heed): pregnancy, violence, forced miscarriage.

He'd inevitably notice the signs— the way your body changed, became fuller and more enticing. He might fix his gaze on your swelling belly, a cruel smile spreading across his face as he lifts his foot. When you shield yourself, curling protectively around your unborn child, the realization would hit him fully, and his smile would turn cold and menacing.

"So, you're hiding something from me, aren't you?" he'd say, voice dripping with mock sweetness. He may find it amusing, the fact that you tried to conceal it, but it wouldn’t take long for him to use the pregnancy to his advantage and make frequent, terrifying threats against you and the fetus.

His torment would culminate in him violently forcing a miscarriage, despite your desperate, animalistic protests. In the aftermath, as you lay broken and devastated, Strade would crouch beside you, his expression a twisted mask of satisfaction. "Don’t worry," he’d whisper, a chilling promise.

"I can always give you another one."

hi Rosie <3

for your prompts! "Don't you want to be consumed by what loves you?" with the best girl, Diva? 🩵

HIII 🩵🩵🩵 ofc ofc :3

Accepting writing prompt asks, see list here !! X

Cw: minor cannibalism (blood consumption), manipulation, violence, knife play(?), blood, minor self harm, this fic is NOT nice

Disclaimer: these writing prompts are simply to explore the twins’ characters. They may or may not be canon.

“There you go,” Diva coos, watching as you try and swallow down the sticky substance. Warm and bitter of iron, you know if you keep it any longer on your tongue you’ll end up spitting it out— but swallowing seemed just as vile.

“Don’t spill a drop, you promised me you’d do this.” Blood. You weren’t sure how you agreed to doing such a thing, yet at this point you doubt you could ever bring yourself to deny Diva of her satisfaction. She always had her ways of making you putty in her hold, melting at the sounds of her sweet sweet praise while she actresses you.

Slender fingers squeeze at your chin, tilting your head up just a bit as mismatch eyes keeps their gaze locked on your expression. Twisting from a grimace to an almost sickly pale look as you fight your body’s involuntary reactions.

“Swallow.” She reminds, hand leaving your chin to trail down to your neck, wrapping gently around it to give a slight squeeze.

A warning.

And she’s smiling, smiling as if her request wasn’t outlandish, wasn’t weird— wasn’t creepy. Yet you accepted it like it was fine, like it’d be no problem to do so.

Oh, the consequences to your actions. You suppose it’s because you’re so used to saying “yes”, maybe it was because every part of you wanted to appease her. Diva just treated you so well, it only made sense for you to return the favor, right?

And so you finally swallow. It was hard to, the bile rising from your stomach fighting against the blood— but you swallow it down.

“There you go!” Diva praised, her hand releasing your neck to rub your arm. “Wow… to think you did that just for me,” pressing her lips to yours, the pale girl then brings her butterfly knife to your skin, tracing the tip up your thigh. It’s cold, even as it’s already coated with the red from her own cut, enough to have given you the small amount of blood you had just digested.

“As a thank you, why don’t you choose where I cut?” She asks it so casually, her knife trailing up your pants and to your stomach, Diva’s eyes flickering to yours again. The blade drags just barely back down— mimicking a lover’s caress.

“W… what?” You asks, finally able to find your words— your voice faint and meek. She wasn’t serious, was she?

“Well duh, it’s my turn!” Diva chirps with a matter-of-fact tone, long platinum silver hair falling over her shoulders when she leans forward, free hand still rubbing those comforting touches along your side that does just enough to make your anxieties rest.

“It’s only fair, don’t you think? I heard people do this to really be connected to their lovers,” the girl explains, her eyes now more focused on her blade than your own eyes watching her in slight caution. Your weariness wavers with how her tone reaches your ears so soft and loving.

“And I love you, Mc babes.” When Diva looks up at you for the final time, there’s a slight hungry glint to her eyes.

“Don’t you want to be consumed by what loves you?”

AI-Less Whumptober Day 4 - Non-Con Body Modifications

TW---This post contains a lot of blood, gore and violence.

My Name - Ep. 3

Bloodhounds - Ep. 1

Fak Fah Kiri Dao (ฟากฟ้าคีรีดาว) (My Himalayan Embrace) - Ep. 3

Two Worlds - Ep 4

SilHaa KonKla Tah Atham (Zeal 5 Kon Gla Tah Atam) - Ep. 94

Rurouni Kenshin (2012)

Extracurricular - Ep. 7

Tien Bromance - Ep. 10

Tomb of the Sea - Ep. End of 1 & Beginning of 2

Whumptober day 6 : Not realising they’re injured

"It's not my blood."

A plan went wrong, and hero doesn’t realise that the blood on their suit might be theirs

TW : Blood, violence

❆

It was a simple plan : Get inside the heroes agency, take the secret files, and leave without anyone noticing. And everything would have been fine if the villain would have just listened to what the hero told them to do. At least they’re enjoying a good fight… The hero ? Not so much, those they were fighting used to be their colleagues, even thought they weren’t particularly close.

The hero used their ice powers to create a pair of ice daggers and charged at their opponents. Not that they had the intention to kill of course, the hero would only resort to that if they really needed to. It’s not like the other heroes they were fighting were particularly good. So the hero simply slashed them until they retreated.

Someone rushed at hero from behind, but before they could hurt them, the villain kicked that person hard enough to send them flying into a wall.

« You can say thank you »

The hero rolled their eyes.

« It’s your fault we’re in this situation in the first place »

The hero and the villain fended off a few more enemies that came toward them and they were now back to back. It seemed the villain was doing fine, but the hero started feeling out of breath.

« Got any of your very well anticipated escape plans ? » The hero asked.

The villain chuckled.

« Thought you could fight for longer than this »

The hero glared at them and they smirked in return. They then wrapped their arms around the hero and bird like wings appeared on their back. Hero blushed slightly, up until the moment they felt their feet were no longer touching the ground and they held on to the villain for dear life as the went straight into a window, breaking the glass as they passed through it. And of course the villain had to do a loop once they were outside.

Up in the sky, no one could reach them. They were safe. Yet, when the villain looked down at the hero, they saw sweat running down their forehead. The hero’s grip on the villain started to get weaker, something was wrong. The villain searched for the nearest building to land on and delicately laid the hero down on the roof. They kneeled down next to them.

« Hero ? »

They gave the hero a worried look when they struggled to sit up. They wiped the sweet off of their faces and looked at the villain.

« Don’t worry I’m fine » The hero said, which was followed by a cough.

Not believing what the hero told them, the villain’s gaze landed on the patches of blood on the hero’s suit.

« It’s not mine, just- ow ! »

They felt the villains hands reaching one of patch, and turns out that the hero’s suit was cut open. Well, not just the suit, but the hero’s skin too.

« Shit. Hero you’re bleeding ! » The villain exclaimed.

« Wha- Oh god… »

They looked down at their wound, how could they not see that, let alone not feel it at all until now ? The villain started to panic, not knowing what to do.

« Hero I- We should go to a hospital, I think I- »

« Villain » The hero cut them off

They stopped talking and their gaze met the hero’s.

« We can’t go to a hospital… We’ll get arrested… »

Tears formed in the villain’s eyes.

« Hero I… I’m so sorry… I should have listened to you… »

The overwhelming guilt the villain felt hit them like a train. They couldn’t believe it. The tears poured out from their eyes, and they felt the hero’s hand grab their wrist firmly.

« Villain control your emotions » the hero seemed to struggle getting the words out. « Just bring me back to my house… I have what I need to survive… »

The villain took a deep breath, nodded and then grabbed the hero’s body, this time in a bridal carry so as to keep the hero’s body in place. Once it was secured, the villain ran toward the edge of the building’s roof and threw themself off of it, their large black wings deployed, and started flying in direction of the hero’s house.

❆

Had a Destiny/ULTRAKILL crossover dream…

Clovis Bray turned to the side of the Witness, and captured my player character Bitrik. I started out as my Warlock, dashing across the Ascendant Plane, accompanied by my Titan.

Together, the two of them (us?) tracked down a hole where Clovis was sending Taken(?) Vex drones in and out of the Plane to commune with the Witness.

However, my Warlock was cornered by a unique Taken Knight and executed, the game went to the title screen and then feigned my PS4 and TV turning off. It reopened in Bitrik’s POV, who was being held captive by Clovis.

Clovis was experimenting on him (me?), scanning him and trying to kill him in multiple different ways. None of them worked… until he tried radiation poisoning. Over and over, Bitrik’s body began to become less salvageable for his Ghost, until he was nothing but a fragile lump of flesh barely clinging to life. He still had all of his paracausality within him, but no way to channel it

Clovis was after something called the Raven Staff (which I think was just the Nightmare Harvester but Dreaming City themed), demanding that Bitrik give it over. Bitrik, being an irradiated blob of Awoken meat, couldn’t really do that.

Eventually, Clovis tried summoning something(?) to take it by force, but that backfired, since the Raven Staff was apparently modified to only be usable by Guardians. A massive hand crashed through the ceiling, announced that fact, and crushed everyone in the room.

——

For a moment, I saw through the thing’s eye(s?) as it plucked a BrayTech chip from deep inside Clovis’ Exo brain.

The view cut to a cinematic of Bitrik standing on some pale Vex architecture, being interrogated by the Exo Stranger. His armor was slightly different- more Hive-like, less gold- and his eyes were visible through his mask.

Elsie played a clip of someone talking about the Raven Staff- it sounded like Mara, but Bitrik admitted with a robotic voice that it was him. The camera zoomed in on his face there, revealing two golden Exo eyes beneath his helmet.

————

Back in the lab, Bitrik’s soul was being torn apart. Every time he was shot with radiation, he lost a chunk of himself. Eventually, he managed to slip from his body and into some kind of afterlife.

The dream quality took on the appearance of ULTRAKILL’s graphic style as Bitrik descended down a tunnel of… something red. From here, Bitrik and V1 kinda merged. The zones that it went through was a desert-like version of Limbo and a new forested place called Natura.

I can’t really remember much about this section of the dream, except that there were creatures that had to be dealt with in priority before they enraged. Never figured out if it was a proximity, timed, or line-of-sight thing for that mechanic…

There was also some kind of puzzle aspect to go “deeper” into Bitrik’s escape. Word puzzles spelled out nonsensical sentences, which felt like they had meaning at the time but are completely incomprehensible looking back. Each secret level had some version of the Taken Knight (from the start of the dream) chasing Bitrik/V1, acting as a timer for the level since it corrupted everything around it.

I never reached the end before I woke up… but the whole time I was slowly coming to consciousness, I was assailed by a feeling of dread. Something felt wrong.

New writing for once

Mini-fic of Gabe vs V1, retelling of 6-2

Inspired by a post by @muzzleroars about the Vs having their brain in the chest

besides writing an ULTRAKILL fic, I’m also working on a fic about a Destiny 2 Minecraft server

cringe but free, etc

"Her demise"

TW: mentions of death, blood, knife, choking, a very pissed Jeff, slight sadism

Another part of the lore in my Jeff Hodek interpretation au.

She struggled in his grip, her eyes wide as his eyes pierced into hers. He continued to hold her neck tightly, having her pinned to the ground, a knife in his other hand, both his hands gloved, breathing heavily.

He smelled like sweat, cigarettes and the metal like stench.. blood. It almost made her gag from the smell that got to her nose. Jeff's scarred face was consorted to a face of pure rage and disgust. He never left his gaze off of her, his grip still tight, his breath hitching as his chest rose and fell uncontrollably. It took him a while to find her.. it took him a while to catch her.. but she was now pinned down by him and Jeff wasn't letting go anytime soon. 

Nina was in trouble.. big trouble. 

She was scared, terrified even. How come he was acting that way? Didn't she kill all those people...just for him? She was just trying to help. She was killing those who were trying to get Jeff. She was just killing them to get to him.. to find him and tell him what she's done. Nina thought he'd be proud.. oh, she was so wrong. 

Nina tried to kick him off of her, but he was older, bigger.. stronger. She knew he was a so called 'beast'.. but this? Oh, she now regrets crossing his path.

The young woman couldn't scream, the grip he had on her neck was too tight for that. That look in his eyes.. it was pure hatred.. he was furious. A bit of Jeff's sweat dropped down on Nina's face, clearly using all his strength to keep her down.

Tears now started to gather in her eyes as she desperetly tried to get out of his grip, to get a gasp of air. But it was no avail.

Jeff was a serial killer, yes.. but he had his morals, he killed people if he had a reason to kill them, if they were an actual threat or they weren't a good person. It doesn't really make him any better than those people he's killed, yet again.. he's trying to do good. Trying to do something that the law didn't have the courage to do at times.

And Nina, instead of following his ways, if she was his 'fan', blew his reputation even more by her not so needed killings. It was like Stasy all over again.

No. 

Stasy was a nice young lady, who wouldn't do something like that. She was a small troublemaker, but not causing this kind of trouble. Stasy was normal, she had humanity, she had kindness. Nina is nothing like she was. 

She killed the innocent, she killed people that didn't deserve their fates. She took out lives, she killed young people that were about to start their life officially or children who were just messing around with his story. Children who were just joking around. How could she have the heart to do that? 

Does Nina even have one..? Is she that much of a monster?

She stopped struggling, remaining in his grip. She lied there were pure horror in her expression, tears now streaming down her cheeks, her face slightly red and puffy from crying. Jeff continued to stare at her in silence, his grip on her never loosened. His mouth opened slightly, as if wanting to say something, but he knew he couldn't speak. He wanted to curse at her, to scold her.. he wanted her to know how he felt. But he thinks she already knows what he thinks. 

A few more moments pass and he finally lets go of her throat, letting her gasp for air. Nina let out small gasps and sobs, her breath hitched. He still had her pinned, just staring at her, the look of rage and hatred still in his eyes. Her tears continued to run down her cheeks, soaking her face. 

"I.. I'm s..sorry!"

She choked up, finally speaking after a while.

It was an apology. But they both knew that one 'sorry' wouldn't change what she's done. It wouldn't bring back the innocent souls that had their lives taken by her. One sorry is not enough, it will never be enough to pay back for all of the trouble she's caused. 

Jeff just scoffed, irritated by her two words. If he could talk, he would have said 'You have to do better than that, kid.' He still had the knife pointed close to her, just continuing to stare at her as she cried and sobbed. He started to calm down, he was no longer breathing heavily and his breath was less hitchy, yet he still glared at her. 

The young woman continued to sob and cry, not really knowing what else to do. She didn't expect for him to be so mad about what she did. She didn't expect him to start hurting her. Did Nina really deserve this?.. in Jeff's eyes, absolutely. He didn't care that he was causing her pain. 

Jeff slowly lowered his knife to Nina's chest, aiming at her chest cavity. It made her gasp as he did that, which caused her to panic once more. She didn't want to die. Not like this. 

"P..Please! H-Have mercy! I'm begging you!"

Nina's voice was shaky, pleading and full of regret and pain. She still had to gasp for air as her sobs and cries made her choke up more. Her face showed pain and guilt, she was even more red and soaked from her crying. 

Jeff not being able to speak was only making it worse, almost making him look like a predator that caught his prey, and now he's just toying with her, causing her to panic, not knowing when exactly he decides to end her. He liked seeing her like this. He was making her feel what her victims felt when she killed them. She didn't like it one bit, and it only made Jeff's urge to kill her stronger. 

Jeff hates her. 

He let out a quiet sinister chuckle, looking down at the knife that was pointed at her chest, finally taking his gaze off her tear filled eyes. The tip of the knife was placed at one spot in particular. Jeff slowly made a small 'x' with the knifes tip, but didn't draw blood or hurt her. Not yet, anyways. 

The coldness of the blade made Nina shudder slightly, a shiver running down her spine. Her breath grew heavy once more, choking up slightly as she tried to speak, but nothing came out except for sobs and the sound of her heavy hitched breath. 

Jeff raised his knife, making Nina's eyes go wider than she could have ever before. She let out a scream, but it was cut short by the sharp pain that hit her suddenly.

It was the knife, sunken deep into her chest. It was more painful than Nina expected, and it wasn't long for the blood to pour out and for her to drift into unconciousness. Nina's vision became blurry, the last thing that she saw before everything going black being Jeff's blurry figure, his sinister chuckle ringing in her mind for the last time. Her eyes closed for the last time, her chest stopped rising and falling as she took her last breath the second before. Nina's body going limp.

The knife remained in her chest, the blood staining her shirt, even starting to make a pool beside her. 

Jeff remained still for a moment, then pressed to fingers on Nina's neck, double checking, making sure she's really dead. He let out a satisfied sigh when he couldn't feel her pulse, staring at her face one last time before he took out the knife, more blood coming out of the stab wound. 

He finally got up from her limp body, taking a few steps back before he turned around, not looking back. 

Jeff was soaked in her blood, the knife still having blood droplets falling on the ground. He started to walk away, placing the hood over his head as water droplets started to drip down, slowly becoming into full rain. The rain soaked Jeff's clothes, the mud that was being created by the rain only making his clothes more dirty. But Jeff didn't mind, nor care.

Another successful kill. Another pest.. evil.. gone from this world. 

He was now calmly walking back to his temporary home, his hands and knife in his hoodie pocket.

...

Jeff wondered if Luca went to bed on time.. or was he up late again?

He'll find out once he gets home.. 

"Her demise"

TW: mentions of death, blood, knife, choking, a very pissed Jeff, slight sadism

Another part of the lore in my Jeff Hodek interpretation au.

She struggled in his grip, her eyes wide as his eyes pierced into hers. He continued to hold her neck tightly, having her pinned to the ground, a knife in his other hand, both his hands gloved, breathing heavily.

He smelled like sweat, cigarettes and the metal like stench.. blood. It almost made her gag from the smell that got to her nose. Jeff's scarred face was consorted to a face of pure rage and disgust. He never left his gaze off of her, his grip still tight, his breath hitching as his chest rose and fell uncontrollably. It took him a while to find her.. it took him a while to catch her.. but she was now pinned down by him and Jeff wasn't letting go anytime soon. 

Nina was in trouble.. big trouble. 

She was scared, terrified even. How come he was acting that way? Didn't she kill all those people...just for him? She was just trying to help. She was killing those who were trying to get Jeff. She was just killing them to get to him.. to find him and tell him what she's done. Nina thought he'd be proud.. oh, she was so wrong. 

Nina tried to kick him off of her, but he was older, bigger.. stronger. She knew he was a so called 'beast'.. but this? Oh, she now regrets crossing his path.

The young woman couldn't scream, the grip he had on her neck was too tight for that. That look in his eyes.. it was pure hatred.. he was furious. A bit of Jeff's sweat dropped down on Nina's face, clearly using all his strength to keep her down.

Tears now started to gather in her eyes as she desperetly tried to get out of his grip, to get a gasp of air. But it was no avail.

Jeff was a serial killer, yes.. but he had his morals, he killed people if he had a reason to kill them, if they were an actual threat or they weren't a good person. It doesn't really make him any better than those people he's killed, yet again.. he's trying to do good. Trying to do something that the law didn't have the courage to do at times.

And Nina, instead of following his ways, if she was his 'fan', blew his reputation even more by her not so needed killings. It was like Stasy all over again.

No. 

Stasy was a nice young lady, who wouldn't do something like that. She was a small troublemaker, but not causing this kind of trouble. Stasy was normal, she had humanity, she had kindness. Nina is nothing like she was. 

She killed the innocent, she killed people that didn't deserve their fates. She took out lives, she killed young people that were about to start their life officially or children who were just messing around with his story. Children who were just joking around. How could she have the heart to do that? 

Does Nina even have one..? Is she that much of a monster?

She stopped struggling, remaining in his grip. She lied there were pure horror in her expression, tears now streaming down her cheeks, her face slightly red and puffy from crying. Jeff continued to stare at her in silence, his grip on her never loosened. His mouth opened slightly, as if wanting to say something, but he knew he couldn't speak. He wanted to curse at her, to scold her.. he wanted her to know how he felt. But he thinks she already knows what he thinks. 

A few more moments pass and he finally lets go of her throat, letting her gasp for air. Nina let out small gasps and sobs, her breath hitched. He still had her pinned, just staring at her, the look of rage and hatred still in his eyes. Her tears continued to run down her cheeks, soaking her face. 

"I.. I'm s..sorry!"

She choked up, finally speaking after a while.

It was an apology. But they both knew that one 'sorry' wouldn't change what she's done. It wouldn't bring back the innocent souls that had their lives taken by her. One sorry is not enough, it will never be enough to pay back for all of the trouble she's caused. 

Jeff just scoffed, irritated by her two words. If he could talk, he would have said 'You have to do better than that, kid.' He still had the knife pointed close to her, just continuing to stare at her as she cried and sobbed. He started to calm down, he was no longer breathing heavily and his breath was less hitchy, yet he still glared at her. 

The young woman continued to sob and cry, not really knowing what else to do. She didn't expect for him to be so mad about what she did. She didn't expect him to start hurting her. Did Nina really deserve this?.. in Jeff's eyes, absolutely. He didn't care that he was causing her pain. 

Jeff slowly lowered his knife to Nina's chest, aiming at her chest cavity. It made her gasp as he did that, which caused her to panic once more. She didn't want to die. Not like this. 

"P..Please! H-Have mercy! I'm begging you!"

Nina's voice was shaky, pleading and full of regret and pain. She still had to gasp for air as her sobs and cries made her choke up more. Her face showed pain and guilt, she was even more red and soaked from her crying. 

Jeff not being able to speak was only making it worse, almost making him look like a predator that caught his prey, and now he's just toying with her, causing her to panic, not knowing when exactly he decides to end her. He liked seeing her like this. He was making her feel what her victims felt when she killed them. She didn't like it one bit, and it only made Jeff's urge to kill her stronger. 

Jeff hates her. 

He let out a quiet sinister chuckle, looking down at the knife that was pointed at her chest, finally taking his gaze off her tear filled eyes. The tip of the knife was placed at one spot in particular. Jeff slowly made a small 'x' with the knifes tip, but didn't draw blood or hurt her. Not yet, anyways. 

The coldness of the blade made Nina shudder slightly, a shiver running down her spine. Her breath grew heavy once more, choking up slightly as she tried to speak, but nothing came out except for sobs and the sound of her heavy hitched breath. 

Jeff raised his knife, making Nina's eyes go wider than she could have ever before. She let out a scream, but it was cut short by the sharp pain that hit her suddenly.

It was the knife, sunken deep into her chest. It was more painful than Nina expected, and it wasn't long for the blood to pour out and for her to drift into unconciousness. Nina's vision became blurry, the last thing that she saw before everything going black being Jeff's blurry figure, his sinister chuckle ringing in her mind for the last time. Her eyes closed for the last time, her chest stopped rising and falling as she took her last breath the second before. Nina's body going limp.

The knife remained in her chest, the blood staining her shirt, even starting to make a pool beside her. 

Jeff remained still for a moment, then pressed to fingers on Nina's neck, double checking, making sure she's really dead. He let out a satisfied sigh when he couldn't feel her pulse, staring at her face one last time before he took out the knife, more blood coming out of the stab wound. 

He finally got up from her limp body, taking a few steps back before he turned around, not looking back. 

Jeff was soaked in her blood, the knife still having blood droplets falling on the ground. He started to walk away, placing the hood over his head as water droplets started to drip down, slowly becoming into full rain. The rain soaked Jeff's clothes, the mud that was being created by the rain only making his clothes more dirty. But Jeff didn't mind, nor care.

Another successful kill. Another pest.. evil.. gone from this world. 

He was now calmly walking back to his temporary home, his hands and knife in his hoodie pocket.

...

Jeff wondered if Luca went to bed on time.. or was he up late again?

He'll find out once he gets home.. 

Person: My version of Jeff would've bullied Nina if he met her.

Me: mischievous laughter

Jeff erased her from the planet-

"Her demise"

TW: mentions of death, blood, knife, choking, a very pissed Jeff, slight sadism

Another part of the lore in my Jeff Hodek interpretation au.

She struggled in his grip, her eyes wide as his eyes pierced into hers. He continued to hold her neck tightly, having her pinned to the ground, a knife in his other hand, both his hands gloved, breathing heavily.

He smelled like sweat, cigarettes and the metal like stench.. blood. It almost made her gag from the smell that got to her nose. Jeff's scarred face was consorted to a face of pure rage and disgust. He never left his gaze off of her, his grip still tight, his breath hitching as his chest rose and fell uncontrollably. It took him a while to find her.. it took him a while to catch her.. but she was now pinned down by him and Jeff wasn't letting go anytime soon. 

Nina was in trouble.. big trouble. 

She was scared, terrified even. How come he was acting that way? Didn't she kill all those people...just for him? She was just trying to help. She was killing those who were trying to get Jeff. She was just killing them to get to him.. to find him and tell him what she's done. Nina thought he'd be proud.. oh, she was so wrong. 

Nina tried to kick him off of her, but he was older, bigger.. stronger. She knew he was a so called 'beast'.. but this? Oh, she now regrets crossing his path.

The young woman couldn't scream, the grip he had on her neck was too tight for that. That look in his eyes.. it was pure hatred.. he was furious. A bit of Jeff's sweat dropped down on Nina's face, clearly using all his strength to keep her down.

Tears now started to gather in her eyes as she desperetly tried to get out of his grip, to get a gasp of air. But it was no avail.

Jeff was a serial killer, yes.. but he had his morals, he killed people if he had a reason to kill them, if they were an actual threat or they weren't a good person. It doesn't really make him any better than those people he's killed, yet again.. he's trying to do good. Trying to do something that the law didn't have the courage to do at times.

And Nina, instead of following his ways, if she was his 'fan', blew his reputation even more by her not so needed killings. It was like Stasy all over again.

No. 

Stasy was a nice young lady, who wouldn't do something like that. She was a small troublemaker, but not causing this kind of trouble. Stasy was normal, she had humanity, she had kindness. Nina is nothing like she was. 

She killed the innocent, she killed people that didn't deserve their fates. She took out lives, she killed young people that were about to start their life officially or children who were just messing around with his story. Children who were just joking around. How could she have the heart to do that? 

Does Nina even have one..? Is she that much of a monster?

She stopped struggling, remaining in his grip. She lied there were pure horror in her expression, tears now streaming down her cheeks, her face slightly red and puffy from crying. Jeff continued to stare at her in silence, his grip on her never loosened. His mouth opened slightly, as if wanting to say something, but he knew he couldn't speak. He wanted to curse at her, to scold her.. he wanted her to know how he felt. But he thinks she already knows what he thinks. 

A few more moments pass and he finally lets go of her throat, letting her gasp for air. Nina let out small gasps and sobs, her breath hitched. He still had her pinned, just staring at her, the look of rage and hatred still in his eyes. Her tears continued to run down her cheeks, soaking her face. 

"I.. I'm s..sorry!"

She choked up, finally speaking after a while.

It was an apology. But they both knew that one 'sorry' wouldn't change what she's done. It wouldn't bring back the innocent souls that had their lives taken by her. One sorry is not enough, it will never be enough to pay back for all of the trouble she's caused. 

Jeff just scoffed, irritated by her two words. If he could talk, he would have said 'You have to do better than that, kid.' He still had the knife pointed close to her, just continuing to stare at her as she cried and sobbed. He started to calm down, he was no longer breathing heavily and his breath was less hitchy, yet he still glared at her. 

The young woman continued to sob and cry, not really knowing what else to do. She didn't expect for him to be so mad about what she did. She didn't expect him to start hurting her. Did Nina really deserve this?.. in Jeff's eyes, absolutely. He didn't care that he was causing her pain. 

Jeff slowly lowered his knife to Nina's chest, aiming at her chest cavity. It made her gasp as he did that, which caused her to panic once more. She didn't want to die. Not like this. 

"P..Please! H-Have mercy! I'm begging you!"

Nina's voice was shaky, pleading and full of regret and pain. She still had to gasp for air as her sobs and cries made her choke up more. Her face showed pain and guilt, she was even more red and soaked from her crying. 

Jeff not being able to speak was only making it worse, almost making him look like a predator that caught his prey, and now he's just toying with her, causing her to panic, not knowing when exactly he decides to end her. He liked seeing her like this. He was making her feel what her victims felt when she killed them. She didn't like it one bit, and it only made Jeff's urge to kill her stronger. 

Jeff hates her. 

He let out a quiet sinister chuckle, looking down at the knife that was pointed at her chest, finally taking his gaze off her tear filled eyes. The tip of the knife was placed at one spot in particular. Jeff slowly made a small 'x' with the knifes tip, but didn't draw blood or hurt her. Not yet, anyways. 

The coldness of the blade made Nina shudder slightly, a shiver running down her spine. Her breath grew heavy once more, choking up slightly as she tried to speak, but nothing came out except for sobs and the sound of her heavy hitched breath. 

Jeff raised his knife, making Nina's eyes go wider than she could have ever before. She let out a scream, but it was cut short by the sharp pain that hit her suddenly.

It was the knife, sunken deep into her chest. It was more painful than Nina expected, and it wasn't long for the blood to pour out and for her to drift into unconciousness. Nina's vision became blurry, the last thing that she saw before everything going black being Jeff's blurry figure, his sinister chuckle ringing in her mind for the last time. Her eyes closed for the last time, her chest stopped rising and falling as she took her last breath the second before. Nina's body going limp.

The knife remained in her chest, the blood staining her shirt, even starting to make a pool beside her. 

Jeff remained still for a moment, then pressed to fingers on Nina's neck, double checking, making sure she's really dead. He let out a satisfied sigh when he couldn't feel her pulse, staring at her face one last time before he took out the knife, more blood coming out of the stab wound. 

He finally got up from her limp body, taking a few steps back before he turned around, not looking back. 

Jeff was soaked in her blood, the knife still having blood droplets falling on the ground. He started to walk away, placing the hood over his head as water droplets started to drip down, slowly becoming into full rain. The rain soaked Jeff's clothes, the mud that was being created by the rain only making his clothes more dirty. But Jeff didn't mind, nor care.

Another successful kill. Another pest.. evil.. gone from this world. 

He was now calmly walking back to his temporary home, his hands and knife in his hoodie pocket.

...

Jeff wondered if Luca went to bed on time.. or was he up late again?

He'll find out once he gets home.. 

"Lost in the darkness"

More lore!!

Tw: mentions of blood, knife, gore, psychopathic behavior..

"So, how have you two been holding up?"

The older man held his notepad, sitting at a desk. His gaze was on the man in front of him, looking quite nervous to be there, but the determination was there as well. He couldn't really get the words out, it seemed he wasn't so good with social, even though he's the one that is more capable talking with. There was a silence for a moment as the younger man got the courage to speak, his voice slightly quiet. 

"I've been holding up.. nice, I suppose."

The other man spoke, shifting in his chair. His head hand loose for a moment, before he raised it up to lock eyes with the doctor, a look of worry.. concern on his face. Liu's gaze softened even more, his blue eyes staring back at the doctor.

"But Jeff? I'm starting to worry about him more and more. He's acting so strange, I-"

Liu sighed, taking his fogged up glasses off and rubbed them with a cloth he took from his pocket, placing them back on. 

"It's like.. he's-" 

His lips quivered as he tried to take the words out of his mouth, but he was struggling in doing so. It's been weeks now, and Jeff's mental state didn't seem to get any better from it all. He wasn't eating much, he was sleeping during the day, walking around the house and neighborhood at night.. he was laughing to violent movies, seeing people die brought joy to his face. It was quite the sight, the seemingly normal acting man now turning into someone else entirely. 

"Like he's not even my brother anymore.."

His body slightly shook as he spoke once more, making the doctor sigh. The older man got up from his chair and walked up to Liu, placing a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it slightly. He stared deep into his eyes as he started to speak in a more soft tone. 

"Don't say that, Liu. Your brother is going through healing of trauma he went through from his past and accident.." He trails off for a moment, continuing to speak the second later. "..and now he's mourning the loss of a therapist he was so attached to."

The doctor spoke in a calm yet sympathetic tone, trying to comfort Liu as well as assure him of his brothers actions. This doctor was an understanding man, he knew that the things Liu's brother went through weren't normal and they scarred him both physically and mentally.  It was rare for a therapist to have such a mindset, especially in this time. He was like dr. Rein, and yet he still had his rough edges.

"Not not be offensive, but he went through a lot more in his life than you." The man frown at this, thinking of the things he was told by both Liu and Jeff during the past sessions.  "Your brother isn't well mentally, yes.. but I cannot blame the poor man for just being human. A lot of us break under pressure."

Liu sighed at this, looking away for a moment and rubbing his temples. 

"I suppose you're correct, dr. Firmin."

The doctor nodded and took away his hand from Liu's shoulder, his arm falling to his side. His face went back to being unreadable, walking back to his desk and sat down, shifting in his chair for a moment. He placed both of his elbows on the desk, making his hands as a support for his chin. It took the doctor a moment to speak again, his voice slightly more monotone.

"You've told me, over the phone, that Jeff expresses happiness in death of others?" 

Liu nodded at the doctors question, his head tilting downwards slightly as he watched himself fidget with his fingers nervously. His knuckles cracked, and he looked back up, listening to what the doctor had to ask, so he could reply.

"What kind of people? Good, bad?"

"Bad, sir. When he sees a villain die on screen.. or just get hurt, he laughs. He often says 'Evil should die, evil is not needed in this world, too many cruel people, they hurt the good.', and just pauses the movie to watch the picture of the dead villain. And a neighbor of ours passed away not so long ago, who wasn't that nice, I could even called them an asshole.. and Jeff laughed it off and said 'Good riddance'. He seems.. sadistic, almost." 

Liu shivers slightly as he explains his brothers behavior, sighing afterwards. It was quite unsettling for him to see his own brother act that way, felling joy at someone's death like that, even though the character was fictional and not real. The doctor started to take notes on his notepad, the sound of the pen writing on the paper was loud enough to hear, his handwriting messy and fast. 

"Your brother is correct at a certain level. Evil is around, there's a lot of cruelty and judgement in this world, the bad hurting the good and innocent. That's how we lost poor Emily.." 

D. Firmin explained as he continued to write things down, trailing off once he spoke the name of his deceased colleague. He thought for a moment, before he stopped writing down and looked up at Liu as he placed the pen down. He tries to find the words for him to speak, tapping the desk with his fingers, and then he spoke.

"Jeff is showing signs of being a schadenfreude." 

Liu's face consorts into one of confusion and curiosity, shifting in his chair and leaning closer to the doctors desk. 

"A wait what now?-"

"Someone who thinks that the pain and suffering of someone is well deserved.. if the person is bad and they get hurt, then a schadenfreude would think they deserved it. It does explain the fact that you think he's sadistic, since he is." 

He explained once more, his hands motioned as he leaned back in his chair. One of his hands ran through his hair, his gaze now dropping on his desk in stead of Liu, who was just staring at him in surprise and curiosity. Liu didn't move, he just listened to dr. Firmin's words, letting it sink in.

"It's.. a rare type of psychopath.. for to be in my hands, that is." He sighed "I only had one schadenfreude during my years working here, before your brother. He passed away after being publicly executed." 

"Oh-"

There was a moment of silence between the two, a clock chime breaking it. It was 9 pm now, their session now ending.  

"Anyways.. The time of the session is up. I'll see Jeff next week on Wednesday, same time, okay?"

Liu got up from the seat and nodded, taking out his hand for the doctor to shake. Dr. Firmin shook Liu's hand and smiled softly at him, but he didn't get up from his seat. The doctors smile masked the worry and concern for the both young men, for both their physical and mental health. Especially for Jeff.. who seems that he won't have much sanity left, which means another patient passing from his hands onto the psych ward. He cannot afford loosing another patient, so he's trying his very best to help. 

Liu waved the doctor goodbye, smiling slightly as he walked towards the door, opening it before he spoke.

"Please, take care. I'll see you soon, doc." 

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"Jeff? I'm home!" 

Liu yelled from the front door, closing it behind him. He walked around, the silence creeping him out as he looked for his brother. The mans blue eyes darted around, his footsteps making the floor boards creek slightly. The bathroom door was closed, but the light was on, which meant his brother might be inside. As he got closer to the bathroom door, he started to hear quiet sobs and something that sounds like.. laughing? The laugh was muffled from the sobs, which only made it more sinister. Liu's gaze softened as he heard the crying. his face consorted to a look of worry.

"Jeff?"

He spoke softly as he stood in front of the door, placing his hand on the handle. He got no answer, only the quiet sobs and laughs continuing to come out of the bathroom. Liu opened the door, his eyes widening in pure horror. 

"Oh my god!"

He took a step back, his body starting to tremble. 

Jeff had a bloody knife in his hand, his cheeks now having big cuts on them, almost  ear to ear. Tears were running down Jeff's, now wounded, face as he laughed again. Blood was everywhere, from his clothes, to the knife, to the sink.. the floor. It was everywhere. The wounded man looked at his brother and laughed some more, before he took a step toward him, his breath heavy yet shaky. A few tears started to run down Liu's cheeks as he saw this, still in shock as his brother got close to him. 

"I.. i...did it.. Liu.." 

Jeff spoke, his voice shaky and quiet. He now stood in front of him, his green eyes locked with Liu's blue ones. He just stared for a moment, staring at him in silence as he tried to speak once more, the blood still dripping down from the wounds.

"I avenged.. our poor.. dear.. Emily."

"The evil is.. dead."

Hidden treasure || Part VI || Final

Part I || Part II || Part III || Part IV || Part V

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Warnings: language, cursing, blood, violence

SUMMARY: You are General Hux sister. After another failure, you’ve been sent back to Hux. He’s pretty annoyed by the fact he has to take care of you. No one but Hux knows, that you have some special abilities. One day you accidentally meet commander Kylo Ren. Will this meeting change everything?

Author: Cass & Rouge

Few weeks have passed.

A lot of stress, sleepless nights, arguments with your older brother whenever he could start one...

You've noticed little changes in your condition after some time. Your mood swings were unbearable. You stopped recognizing yourself at some point. Even Kylo noticed that something wasn't okay.

Once you even fought with one stormtrooper who refused to handle you a cup with tea.

In the end, you made a decision to visit a doctor. Some things just had to be explained...

When you entered the dispensary, doctor looked at you in shock. Few workers even left the room in silent.

"L-Lady Ren." Doctor blurted out and bowed her head softly. "H... How can I help you today?" She asked being visibly stressed by your presence. Woman slowly got up from her chair and forced herself to smile at you.

You looked around checking if you both were alone, then you took a seat in front of doctor's desk. "Something's wrong with me." The sentence was way too superficial to express what you were feeling deep inside. "I don't feel well."

"Uhm... Uhm..." Doctor muttered and looked at you waiting at your permission to sit down. "So... So... What's the problem, Lady Ren..? What do you mean that something's wrong with you? What is happening with you exactly, Lady Ren?" Doctor asked looking at you.

You nodded briefly giving her a permission to take a place.

"I'm weak. I cannot focus on my daily tasks. I get distracted easily, what is an usual situation to me." You rubbed your temples. "I feel disgust when I think of eating."

Doctor let out a loud sigh sitting down quickly.

She listened to you nodding her head while she was writing down everything you said.

"O... Okay. Can I have... more... Sensetive question to you, Lady Ren? Of course, don't get me wrong! This is importat for me... As a doctor." She said and laughed nervously.

You frowned when she laughed but nodded your head. "Of course. Go on. Anything to make me feel better by setting a proper diagnosis."

You looked at left. Huge window was having a view at the hangar. On the other side you could see the window of your brother's chamber.

She nodded and sighed. "So... When you and Supreme Leader Ren are together... Do you use any protection?" She asked even more nervously. Such a question was a really private thing and she was aking YOU about this.

Hux was currently putting on his coat so he could leave to work. He petted his cat before leaving the chamber.

You blinked. Truth was you weren't considering this as a cause of your sudden impairment.

"No... Not really.." Words were heavy and you barely said them. "I didn't.. Oh Lord.. I need to be sure.. I need to be sure it is exactly what I think of.." Once again you looked through the window to watch general Hux for a while.

She bite her lips nodding her head. "I see. Now, other question. Your period, Lady?" She asked. "Have you controlled it?"

Hux was already gone. Only Millicent was running around playing with her toy.

"It's delayed.." You admitted clenching hands in fists. "I just thought... He.. I mean Supreme Leader has force. I thought he has a control over such stuff."

You felt like you would be suffocating.

"Uhm... I am not an expert, Lady Ren... But I am sure He doesn't." She said looking at you. "I think you may be pregnant, Lady Ren. I will give you a test and than you will know." Doctor said and got up from her seat to find the test for you.

As she handled the test to you, you took it in your hand and slipped straight into your pocket. "Thank you, doctor." You said as you rose from the chair.

Before you left you looked at her over your shoulder. "No one can find it out, am I making myself clear?"

Doctor shivered as you looked at her. She quickly nodded. "Y-YES! Yes, of course, Lady Ren. No one will know. No one." She said and nodded.

After you left, she sat down and let out a loud sigh. "I'm gonna get a heart attack when I will see her here next time." She muttered.

Minutes were wearing on awfully. You were sitting in the bathroom waiting for a result. Biting inside of your cheek, you were looking around.

Few minutes have passed and you walked to the sink. With shaking hands you took the test and looked at it.

You felt like a coldness was trundling along your veins. Your heart has stopped for a second.

Two red lines. You were pregnant.

The last thing you remembered was like world around you was fading away.

"Y/N! Where are you?" Kylo called out walking inside the chamber. He frowned when you didn't come to him right away.

Kylo started to search through every room.

When he saw you laying on the floor in bathroom, he looked at you with fear. "Y/N!" Kylo quickly took you into his arms. "Wake up, my queen. What happened?" He asked and stroked your cheek.

You slowly opened eyes at the sound of his voice. Automatically you nuzzled to his chest. "Kylo.. My love.." You mumbled quietly. "Can you help me?" You leant over him trying to get up.

He picked you up and took you to bedroom. There, he laid you down on the bed. He sat next to you and took your hand. "What happened, my love? Did someone attack you? I will KILL THIS PERSON!" He growled.

"Easy.." You smiled gently. You reached for his hand and slowly put it on your stomach. "I think you already know what I want to tell you.."

Kylo blinked and looked at you confused. "What do you mean, my queen?" He asked and moved his hand away from your stomach.

You looked at him, then turned head aside. "I'm pregnant." You whispered quietly, not even looking at him.

Brunette was quiet for a moment, and than he got up from bed simply leaving the chamber. Kylo left without one word or without a single look at you.

You watched him leaving feeling like tears are forming in your eyes. It wasn't a way you expected him to react. He let you down.

You were laying for a longer moment, then you got up. You put a coat on your shoulders and left chamber. You headed on the bridge.

Hux was there yelling at everyone as always. "Move your fucking asses finally! You all are doing nothing! As fucking always!" Hux growled and rubbed his forehead. "It was a mistake to even get up from bed today." He muttered to himself.

As you spotted him, you walked straight into his direction. "Armitage..." You said as you reached him. "Can we talk, please?"

He looked at you with disgust in his eyes. The look that he used to have since you appeared on this ship. Hux looked at your face and suddenly his gaze softened, apparently the 'good older' brother woke up in him.

Armitage nodded and took your hand. He walked with you back to his chamber.

As soon as door was closed behind you, you let tears to roll down your rosy cheeks. "Armitage..." You whimpered choking on your own tears. "I have a problem... Can you help me? Please... I don't know what to do... I have no one but you.."

He blinked and quickly hugged you tightly. "Shhh... Hey, calm down, Y/N. Explain me what's wrong.." Armitage slowly sat down on his bed and pulled you closer trying to calm you down.

You nuzzled to his chest wrapping arms tightly around his waist. "I'm pregnant.." You sobbed loudly, not even daring to look at him.

Hux blinked and looked at you, he was terrified. "You are what... How... WHAT?!" He put hand to your cheek and forced you to look at him.

"Pregnant, Armitage. I'm expecting HIS child.." you bursted with tears and nuzzled to hia chest again. "I've told him. He wasn't happy at all. He didn't even look at me.."

Armitage hugged you as tight as he only could. His head was full of thoughts, full of fear.

He was planning to kill you but he couldn't do this now. By doing this he wouldn't be better than your father.

"Maybe he got scared... Even Ren couldn't be ready on this." Armitage said, rubbing your back, suddenly he took off his gloves and then took your cheek into one hand. Man started to gently stroke it, trying to calm you down.

You nodded. "Or maybe he plans how to kill me..." You cried.

Your body was trembling. But you found yourself feeling safe in your brother's arms.

"Hush... For sure not. Ren is complete idiot but he wouldn't be so cruel. Not to his queen." He said still rubbing your cheek. "I know him. He would never do this, sis." Hux said using nickname that he was using when you two were small, man gently kissed top of your head. "Let's go to him, sis... We will talk with him."

You nodded and took his hand. "Will you protect me? I am so scared..."

You let him take you out of his chamber. You were walking by his side wrapping coat tightly around your stomach.

Armitage smiled sadly, he good knew what was comming.

"Yes. I will protect you... As I always did when we were younger. Remember?" He asked and ruffled your hair.

You squeezed his palm and hugged to him when you were walking along the corridor.

From a flank corridor a tall man came out. Dressed in a black armor and with a blaster in his hands.

"All hail General Hux! Die, scum!" Man aimed at you and pulled the trigger.

Hux immediately pulled you closer to him, turning around with you in his arms, he shielded you from the shoot with his own body.

"Fuck..." He groweld loudly, looking at blood stain that started to form on his uniform. He pressed hand to his chest. "Take that fanatic away! And throw out of the ship! NOW!" Hux yelled before sinking down onto his knees. "Y/N... Are you okay...." Armitage asked and looked at you.

"Dear Lord!" You screamed in horror kneeling in front of him and wrapping arms around his waist. "DOCTOR! I need a fucking doctor up here!!!" Your vocie was raspy as huge tears rolled down your pale cheeks. "Hold on, brother! I will help you, just focus on me. Listen to my voice.."

"You better get Ren here!" He yelled and then looked at you. "Come on... Don't cry, sis. You need to be brave. Just like your brother." Hux smiled at you and then he looked at wound. "Doctor is not gonna help me here..." He let out a short laugh.

"Shut up, bro!" You dared to slap his cheek strongly leaving a mark there. "Shur your mouth!"

You helped him to lay down and pressed hand to his chest. "Don't die here.."

Kylo appeared on the corridor after longer moment. "What the fuck had happened here!?"

"Someone tried to kill your Queen... I had to protect my little sister." Hux muttered. "I did this only for her... Y/N, stop pressing that. It won't help. I'm gonna bleed out no matter what." He pushed your hands away.

You didn't care what he had wanted. You again pressed hands to his wound resting your forehead on his shoulder. "Don't leave me alone, Armitage..." Your tears soaked through his shirt.

With a helpless glance you looked at Kylo. "Why are you standing like this!? Help him, for fuck's sake!!" You yelled.

A lot of stormtroopers were standing close to you, whispering and talking quietly about the situation. Their general was dying and no one could help.

Kylo came to Hux and knelt next to him. "Thank you. You've fulfilled the most important duty of all time, Hux. Hold on, doctor's on his way here."

"Shhh..." Hux sighed petting your back. "Hey... You won't be alone, Y/N. You have your... Man and you know.." Redish man looked around slightly annoyed. "Don't you all have other things to do?! And I told you something, Ren. I did this as my personal duty... Y/N... Come on sis... Can I take a nap?"

Not thinking much, you slapped his cheek strongly. "Stay awake, you little shit!" You hissed deeply.

As doctor came, two stormtroopers helped to pick Hux up.

Ren looked like they were taking general to the dispensary.

"Come here, Y/N. He will be fine, don't worry. Such a fucker like him cannot be killed so easily."

You punched his side. "Don't you say such a things!"

Hux hissed as stormtroopers picked him up. "Hey! Watch it... Because if I won't die I will hit you back, little scums." Hux muttered before he passed out.

You and Kylo followed medical team straight to the dispensary. "I am worried..." Your voice broke down as you took a seat on the chair at the corridor.

"Don't. He is a strong fucker." Kylo said and stroked your hair. "I think we need to talk about something very important." Kylo sat next to you.

You crossed legs nicely and gave him a mean look. "Mighty Kylo Ren is afraid of responsibility, huh?" You were angry and he could see this.

"Stop it!" He growled loudly at you. "It's not like this. I had to think about this. I needed some time alone." Kylo muttered.

You slowly rose from the chair. "You think it's easy to me?!" You yelled loudly enough to make few people looked over two of you. "It's not okay! Of course you put yourself on first place!"

Kylo growled and grabbed your nape pulling you into angry kiss. "Will you shut up finally, my queen?" He muttered against your lips before kissing you again.

You mumbled something and kissed him back. Your hands slipped onto his back. "What are we gonna do now?"

"What? You will become my wife." He smiled and kissed your lips shortly. "And our little prince or princess will be happy with us two."

You blinked and pushed him away. "Woah.. Easy, cowboy." You opened your eyes widely. "Isn't it so quick?" You put hand on your stomach stroking it through your shirt. "Besides, I am not sure what Armitage will say about this idea."

He frowned. "I don't care what this fucker will say. You are mine. You have problem with becoming my wife but you don't have problem with me fucking you for last few months?!" He asked looking at you.

"KYLO!" You screamed blushing hardly. "It's not that I have a problem. The situation is brand new to me..."

You walked away and sighed looking through the window at the small room where doctors were helping Armitage.

He smiled at your blush. "This is true. Everyone knows that you belong to me. Every little inch of you is mine." Kylo walked to you and wrapped arms around your waist, he kissed your neck. "I love you. I want you to be mine forever. I want to rule the galaxy with you." He growled against your skin.

Armitage was currently unconscious.

You let Kylo to hug you from behind. You grabbed his palm and put it to your belly. "I just want this baby to be happy. To have a full family.." Your voice was soft while you were speaking. "I just.. I can't lose my brother... Do something, Kylo. Force is strong in you, you have to help him... I am begging you, my love..." You whispered.

Your voice was slowly fading out until you sanked on your knees losing consciousness.

Kylo grabbed you and picked you up. "I don't need to do anything. He will be fine, my queen, and everything will be just like you wish. Don't worry about that." Kylo muttered and then carried you inside, he put you on empty bed next to Armitage's. "Take care of her, too. Just be gentle with her." He growled at medical crew before leaving the room. Kylo decided to find out why such a situation had even happened.

You turned head to look at your brother. He was still unconscious and medical team was helping him.

"Armitage..." You whispered before drifting into a darkness once again.

The stormtrooper who had attacked Kylo's woman several minutes before was gathering his stuff in a rush. "Fucking coward..." Man cursed under his breath thinking about general Hux. "First he ordered to kill the slut only to protect her. Fucking pussy.."

Man threw backpack over his shoulders. He put a hood on his head and then left the chamber heading to escape pods.

"Where do you think you are going?" Kylo's voice echoed through the corridor.

"Stop right there, ZK-6902." Phasma said joining Kylo's side. "Supreme Leader has few questions to you. Collaborate or you will be forced to do so." She warned.

Few stormtroopers surrounded the traitor cutting hia escape route off.

Man reached to the backpack pulling blaster out and aiming weapon into Phasma. "Fuck off, you're only Hux's bitch, no thinking, just doing what your owner will say!" He yelled looking around. "And you all!? You ain't better than me! Many would be grateful for what I've done!"

Kylo rolled his eyes slightly and used the force to choke the man. "Shut up, scum." He used his abilities to pull man closer.

Evil laughter escaped man's lips. "I had the order from above!" He spitted on Kylo's face and smirked. "General Hux himself ordered me to kill his scum sister."

Kylo growled loudly, he could feel anger building up in him. His anger was so strong that it has triggered the force.

Men's neck snapped in Kylo's hand like a twig. Kylo threw the body on the floor. "Clean it... I will be back soon." Brunette said and walked away wiping his face. He headed back to the dispensary.

Armitage woke up slowly and looked around. He immediately spotted you on next bed. 

"Y/N.... Y/N! Sister... What's wrong with you..." Hux slowly reached out to you only to grab your hand, ignoring the strong pain in his side.

You slowly opened your eyes looking at your brother. "Armitage..." You mumbled. "I am so worried about you..." You caughed strongly and put hand to your belly. "You've saved me..."

Ginger man smiled at you softly. "I know... I know that, sis."

Suddenly Kylo entered the room and looked at both of you. "You scum..." He mumbled and grabbed Hux by his throat. "I am so happy you are awake. I will be able to kill you and have satisfaction from this." Brunette said squeezing Hux's throat as hard as he only could.

"S-Supreme Leader..." Hux growled loudly trying his best to free himself from Kylo's grasp but there was no use in trying.

"KYLO!" Immediately getting up from the bed, you hit man's back. "LEAVE HIM ALONE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" You screamed as loudly as you only could.

Kylo let go Hux's neck and looked at you, his eyes were full of anger and rage. "HE! HE DID THIS! IT WAS HIS ORDER! HIS ORDER TO KILL YOU! HE SHOULD DIE!" He yelled at you pointing at Armitage.

You covered mouth with a hand taking step back and looking at Armitage in horror. "What.. No. Impossible. He saved me! Armitage, tell Kylo it wasn't you!"

Armitage looked down and nodded rubbing his throat. "Yes..." He nodded again taking a deep breath. "Yes... I did this... But when you said that you are pregnant... When you come to me... To ME. I couldn't let anyone hurt you and the little one." Hux explained and looked at Kylo. "I am ready to die." He said closing his eyes.

Kylo looked at Armitage with a cruel smile. "Very well general." Brunette said taking the lightsaber in his hand and igniting it on.

As strongly as you could, you grabbed the hilt of lightsaber pulling it out of Kylo's hand. You quickly turned weapon down throwing it away. You threw Kylo a mean look, then you slapped his cheek. "Just look what are you doing, Ren!" You took a step back shaking your head in disbelief. "You both! You both deserve each other! Ha! I have enough of both of you! Don't ya try to get into my eyeshot!"

With heart beating fast you left the chamber.

Kylo shook his head and followed you. "Y/N! Stop! What am I supposed to do, huh? He has betrayed me and you. You are his sister! Please, my Queen! Tell me what to do." He grabbed your hand and pulled you close to himself. Kylo hugged you tightly.

Hux stayed in bed, even when he wanted to run after you, oh so badly. This whole plan was the biggest mistake he had ever committed.

You were struggling in Kylo's arms for a while but when you calmed down, you rested head on his chest. "He's still my brother. Leave him alone. If not him, I would be dead now."

Kylo held you tightly until you were fully calm. "If not him, it wouldn't even happen." He sighed deeply and kissed the top of your head. "I still don't like fact that he is alive after all of this. HE wanted to KILL you."

"I won't change my mind. I already forgave him." You looked at Kylo slipping out if his arms. "Now, leave me alone. I want to rest. Don't feel well."

"Y/N! Stop it. You should go back to the dispensary." Kylo offered you his hand. "Please, my queen... For your own good. Your and baby's good." He said quietly.

You were measuring him with cold glance but you agreed taking offered hand.

Few days later you were able to left dispensary. You came back to your daily routine.

Hux was still slowly recovering from his injury. The biggest surprise to everyone on the ship was fact that general and Supreme Leader started to get along but there still was something deep inside Hux and he needed to take care of this.

"Y/N.." Hux said softly walking to you. "Sis, how do you two feel? Can we talk? Please? Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

You kept your face straight but deep inside you were glad he came to you. "We are okay." You put hand on your a bit rounded belly. "What about you?"

He smiled at you gently. "I am fine? I mean." Armitage moved his shirt up, showing you his bandages. "Still healing but... I really need to talk... Can we go to your chamber? I want to talk with you."

You frowned a bit glaring up at him. "Can't we talk here or in the canteen?" You asked simply.

Hux looked around at stormtroopers and shook his head. "Not really. Please, sis... I need this.." Armitage was practically begging you, what wasn't typical for him.

You smirked. "If you will promise that you ain't gonna kill me, then I am okay with this idea."

You led him to your new chamber. Kylo had given you bigger room taking you needed more space not only for yourself but also for a baby that was about to be born soon.

He looked down sadly. "Of course I won't..." Hux said quietly and followed you.

Inside your chamber ginger man looked around. "I see that this idiot Ren takes a good care of both of you." Armitage said and looked at you.

"Armitage." You growled deeply looking at him above your shoulder. "Stop calling him like that. He's good to us."

You pointed at leather chair in front of little coffee table. "Take a seat. So what do you want to talk about?"

"By 'to us' you mean to you and little one." He laughed softly and then looked at chair. "No, no, thank you. I am fine."

Armitage walked to you closer. "Y/N... I.. I am so sorry... I just, I was blind. You got on fucking top... Doing nothing. I was working so fucking hard and still, I was only Supreme Leader's punching bag..." Hux fell onto his knees and started to cry. "Forgive me sister... I beg you. When we were smaller... I protected you, and now I tried to kill you. I shouldn't, it was my mistake. Please, forgive me!" He whimpered wrapping arms around your legs.

You blinked few times and went down on your knees to hug him tight. "Hush now. It is okay. Everyone makes mistakes. So do you." You patted his back gently.

It took you few longer moments to calm your brother down. "And now, come on, get up." You reached hand to him and helped Armitage to get back on his feet.

You smiled at him and went to large window with a view on the space. "Promise me something. That you will be a good uncle. That you will protect this child as much as you protect me. This baby has no one but me, Kylo and you."

You were stroking your belly with forehead leant against the glass.

Amritage watched you and nodded. He came to you and hugged you from behind nuzzling to your shoulder. "I promise... I swear... I swear on my life. I won't let anyone hurt you or little one. I won't, never." Hux said trying to control his emotions.

You sighed slightly. "I trust you. Don't mess with me anymore, bro."

You turned and briefly kissed his cheek. "Now, can you leave me alone? Afternoon nap is all I want for now." You giggled.

"Please.... Can I stay here with you? I can sleep on a couch. I just wanna stay close to make sure you are safe." He whispered holding you tightly.

You rolled your eyes giggling. "Kylo will be glad seeing you here, brother."

You ruffled his hair and nuzzled to him. "C'mon."

You led him to the king sized couch and got on it next to him. "Tell me a story. Like you used to do when I was small." You nuzzled to his chest.

Armitage hugged you and sighed heavily. " Uhm... I am not sure if I remember any stories now. But I will try my best. For my little sister."

Kylo walked to your chamber and found you and Hux asleep on couch. He sighed softly and took blanket to wrap it around both of you.

"FUUUCK!!" You voice was piercing the air echoing along corridors.

The childbirth was lasting since few hours. You were totally exhausted but still trying to cooperate with doctors. "I CAN'T DO IT!!!" You screamed after another painful push you had to make. "I WILL KILL REN PERSONALLY AFTER ALL THIS SHIT!!"

"You're doing great, Mrs Ren." One of doctors wiped your forehead from sweat. "Just few more pushes. You can do it, Y/N."

Hux shivered listening to your screams. All he has wanted was to take pain away from you. "Ren, really? You don't care?"

Kylo, on the other hand, was sitting on the chair, his face was emotionless. He was just sitting there, your screams and threats haven't touched him at all. He looked at Hux. "I care but she is stronger than she looks. I am not worried about her health at all. She can make it." Brunette shrugged.

Hux only rolled his eyes. "You are immposible." He growled.

At the same moment everything became silent.

After several minutes young nurse came out of the operating room.

"Supreme Leader, I have the pleasure of informing you that lady Y/N just gave birth to a pretty little girl." Woman smiled bowing her head. "My sincere congratulations."

Kylo simply walked past the woman. All he has wanted was to see you and his daughter.

Hux rolled his eyes. "Thank you for your help." He said to the nurse and followed Kylo.

Ren sat next to you on a bed and gently pressed his forehead to yours. "My queen. You did a great job, just please, don't try to kill me now. It's your brother's job."

Kylo's gaze fell on the small bundle in your arms. "Is this her? This is our child?" He asked and looked at you.

Hux rolled his eyes again listening to Kylo. He looked at little girl you were holding in your arms. "She is really cute."

You nodded at Kylo. "It's her." Little smile crept onto your lips. "She's perfect."

You gently stroked over little forehead with your index finger. "We need to think of the name for her, Kylo."

Kylo looked at you not really sure what to say.

Hux rolled his eyes. "Maybe Y/D/N? I think it will be perfect." He shrugged.

You smiled at your brother. "To me it's a perfect name. So... Y/D/N... Welcome." You kissed little nose softly.

Kylo kissed your cheek and slowly took Y/D/N into his arms. "Welcome, my little princess." He said holding little girl close to his chest.

He looked at you and easily you could see tones of love into his eyes. Kylo was truly happy for the very first time. Like you all were that day.

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13th-dragon-prince--[[Prior]]

It was an instinct to scope out the world, and it took only a few moments to take stock of everything around; metals and crystals bound by rock and plant here and there to jump over, encircled walls to climb and scamper to hide them from the sight of the unknown, a nice flat area with small puddles of collected rainwater but nothing deep enough to swim within. A playpen just for them. Hands on his hips Whillow listened to the others as pointed ears picked up the sound of Featherflame walking away, that well known sound of those solid boots coming up to him with a shift in the Hyur's posture which made the gecko’s thin brows furrow as he turned with that curious blink.

︻デ═一・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

The soft press of that weight to his chest and lap were comforting, welcome. He found himself...enjoying it, even leaning into it, as the dragon leaned into him. It was a familiarity he wasn't used to. One of someone who connected to him at such a instinctual level that he couldn't deny.

And Bryn felt a little bad.

Whillow had relaxed against him, closed his eyes, offered him that trust as Bryn planned to put him through the ringer, and he felt a little bad about it. But only a little. Especially after that tail curl had his breath catching and his eyes flicking down to the base of it. The damn gecko needs clothes. And he needed to get his mind back on focus. Thankfully, the gecko slid off the chocobo, landing easily on the ground, and taking a look around the area. His heavy boots followed, thumping against the ground as he turned to Featherflame, placing his gun on the saddle, tying it down, and then patting Featherflame's neck, murmuring, "Go on girl, you won't want to be here."

Featherflame looked at him with a questioning gaze, or as questioning as a chocobo could look, before plodding off with a little chirp, leaving Bryn to turn and face Whillow as he wandered around close by.

It was a perfect place to train, nothing but metal chained rocks, crystal, and flat ground with little puddles, giving them plenty of area to fight, to train, to begin teaching. His gaze scanned once more, just to make sure that they were truly alone, and then began to turn towards Whillow, and rapidly approach.

His foots thudded over the ground, walking straight through a puddle, the water splashing, letting that beast within him coil, curl, rise, his strength increasing, eyes sharpening, senses heightened as he took a step, landed within a fulm of the little gecko, his left foot slid forward, planted horizontal to Whillow, right fist suddenly cocked back, breath sucked in, and right as Whillow turned, his hips twisted, his fist flashed forward, and with a grunt, his balled up fist slammed into the petite male's chest with the full force of his body behind it.

And he sent Whillow flying. The heavy, but still small dragon didn't stand a chance, the force of the burly soldier's entire body devastating to a normal human, but to the keratin covered dragon, it was just enough to hurt, and send him head over heels through puddles, across rock, and finally coming to a rest about fifteen fulm from his original position, the slow, easy breath hissing from Bryn's lips as he shook his fist softly, calling out to him. "That's why you need to learn how to block."

He slowly approached the dragon, his fists coming up, loose, steady, protecting his face, neck, and chest, jerking his head towards the little gecko and ordering, "Come on, get up. You enemy isn't going to wait for you to get back to your feet. And protect yourself!"

Get up Bryn! Fight! You aren't going to be far away and sniping the entire time! His Captain, the one who had trained him, handed him a rifle after learning he could shoot, taking him under his wing and training him. He owed his battle knowledge to that man, his mentor, and now, now he would pass on that same knowledge to someone new, the same way he was trained. By beating it into him.

He paused for a moment, and then rapidly amended his statement, growling out, "No claws or teeth! You aren't trying to kill me, you are trying to knock me over, knock me down, take control. And I will be trying to do the same."

voidtouched-blue--[Prior]

Cyra had stepped forward, looking at how all of the light had dimmed from his eyes and his face at the sight. It wasn't easy to see so much violence, even the aftermath of it, in one small space. Even for the tortured healer, this was almost too much. Yet she worried more for his untainted psyche, than the pain she bore in her own heart. He hadn't seen this, he didn't need to see this. This was a suffering she couldn't heal, the pain of reality descending upon the unknowing. "It's all right if you need a moment." She said softly.

There was no moment that could possibly allow him to process this.

And he had no inclination to stay and wallow in it any longer than he had to.

This was no small skirmish he had helped with in the past. This was no few injuries, one or two dead, and soft crying. No, this was the wailing of a nation as he stepped forward slowly, sinking down to one knee and staring at the field of bodies as his hand covered his mouth.

The majority of the dead left wore the black coats of the Garlean Empire, but his ears wilted at the sight of pools of blood with no bodies. A sign that the dead of Eorzea had already been collected, taken away, families getting reports of their lost loved ones. He choked, gagged, then turned spit the bile that had rose in his throat, rising, totally unaware of what Cyra had just gone through behind him, his ears flicking towards the sound of twisted metal, and then flicking back and away to protect his sensitive hearing, wincing lightly. Certainly no creak of an oak, he thought dryly. Her words, the silent order behind them, it had him turning, looking at her, his ears flicking up, staring at her for a long moment.

He wasn't offended. He was...impressed in a twisted way. She seemed so put together, so ready to go. As if she was used to this.

Was she used to this?

It was a concerning thought.

Her concern though...his hand lifted, reaching, pulling back, pressing a fist to his chest, looking away from those searching blue eyes as he shook his head, his eyes cloudy with emotion, with pain, understanding, but...his will was still strong. It was still there. And he would not back away.

He began to move, trudging forward, his boots heavy as he called back in a soft voice, "I'm fine. I'd rather move than stand still." And it was true. He would rather take action than sit around and think about how horrible this all was. Even if it meant staring at dead bodies.

And that was exactly what he did.

It was grizzly work, picking over fresh bodies, over cooling flesh, collecting what he could, what he could carry, spears, a rifle, a random keycard. Sometimes he could tell how a person died. Other times the body was disfigured past recognition. Sightless eyes were closed out of respect with two fingers. Soft prayers rose for the young men with fearful screams frozen on their faces. And curses were given for those with an extra "eye" on their forehead. There were far too few of those for his liking, his heart breaking for those conscripted into death.

About halfway across the field, nearly an hour in, he froze, something catching his eye. Black. Metal. Low to the ground. Unrecognized. He had never seen anything like it, some sort of Garlean device...but...for what? Half of it was broken, he could see that much, shattered metal on one side, the other more rounded, full. And he lifted a spear to poke at it, just to make sure. No reaction. Nothing.

Odd.

His mind zeroed in on that, the spear swinging with his gaze as he looked around, carefully looking, and...there! Another, but this one...a light was glowing. He slowly stepped, fulm by fulm, towards it, his eyes locked on the strange object, breathing out as the spear tip hovered towards it, closer, closer, right by that light, tapping it, curious, but careful, hands at the very end of the spear shaft and--

It sprung, a flash of movement, half the spear disappearing, and Kaleh'a leapt like a coiled spring four fulm into the air with a caterwaul of shock, dropping the spear and turning back the way he had come, almost on all fours as he sped away in panic, tail tucked, close, his eyes wide with panic as he went flying right past Cyra where she stood, channeling the aether around them, yelping out, "IT'S A TRAP!"

Day 7 - Morsel

[Trigger Warning for blood, abuse, and thoughts of death]

Garlean Soldier based on Silvaire Vana'diel

Bryn hated nights like these.

Sometimes, in his life, it was better to be out of his house, in the dark with only the night sky as company, trying to sleep on the ground rather then facing the drunken wrath of his father. He felt bad, sometimes, for leaving his mother to deal with it alone, but at twelve, even he knew to put his own well being ahead of an adult. Even if that adult was his mother.

He rolled, grunted, rising up on his arm, and punching a root under his hip, sighing and rolling onto his back to stare up at the scraggly branches of the tree above him, and the moon cradled in it. He wished that he had better clothes, something thicker than the scraggily cloth he had on his back, and the too long pants that itched. But that was about as likely as a full belly when he fell asleep.

It sucked. His life sucked. His dad sucked. His mom too. Catering to the Garlean invaders, the ones who grabbed and took whatever they wanted. Whenever they wanted. No better than animals.

He hated it.

Sitting up, he grabbed a fistful of dirt, and threw it angrily, his silver eyes glaring as he watched it scatter, and dust over black boots.

Boots that had not been there a moment before. That he had not heard.

He leapt up, fear striking deep, dragging up from those boots, over armored legs, armored chest, gloves hands, and white furred shoulders. Garlean.

Shit.

His mom would smack him for that language, over his left ear. Weird thing to think of as his gaze dipped down to the chest plate, to the Garlean insignia on one side. It was only natural to trace the detail and curves of the armor far too intricate to be a common soldier, and the helmet.

It was like two sets of mouths grinning at him as the man chuckled mirthlessly.

“What do we have here?” The voice was callus, cold, the shiver of dread down his spine far too real. He had just thrown dirt on a Garlean soldier. Some had died for less.

Was he going to die?

Some, the thought would have frozen them. Others, it would have had them turning tail, running. For Bryn, it made him scowl. Made him meet those empty eyes that adorned the mask, and scowl. Bravery, perhaps, or foolishness. But he did not back down, he did not look away, he did not freeze.

Apparently, the wrong thing to do, or really, what he knew was the wrong thing to do. Don't look them in the eyes, don't confront them, ignore them. Well, he was breaking all of those rules. And that just seemed to make the man more interested.

There was this sound, of near animalistic interest, and the Garlean took a step, and another, slow and steady, circling Bryn as he shuffled to keep facing him. “Defiance. Here I thought the regulars had bled all of that out of this town. Yet here I find…some fun.”

Bryn did not consider this fun, the way his heart was hammering, the way he could hear blood rushing in his ears. He was on the balls of his feet, his breath slow and easy, and still staring at those empty eyes as he kept turning. There was a moment, where that black booted foot was coming down on a root, could throw him off balance, and Bryn launched himself at the black armored man, determined to knock him over, to throw him off balance and escape. It was a foolproof plan! It hardly mattered that he was half the size and weight and-

The crack of the gloved hand across his cheek and head sent his brain rattling, ears ringing, dirt in his mouth as he tried to figure out why he was on the ground, when he had gotten there. There was laughter, above him, around him, he couldn't pinpoint where from, pushing up on an elbow as he spit out the dirt in his mouth, and shakily looked up, eyes swimming as he stared at man in black armor, and realized it was him laughing.

“Oh, you are interesting. What are you, a decade old? And yet with such fire. I wonder how long that fire will burn until it's snuffed out.”

The black haired tween rose to his knees, then to his feet, wobbling, as something wet and warm dripped down the side of his face. He could hardly think straight, and he heard that voice again, calling out tauntingly, “Go ahead, come at me again. Land a hit, and I'll even let you go.”

Freedom. A way out. He was stumbling forward, fist raised, swinging blindly at that black armored chest, and missing. He had sidestepped the child flailing at him, and laughed. The boot that connected with his stomach was not a laughing matter.

It hurt, it hurt so bad, unable to breath, on the ground again, curled up, coughing, blood on his lips, his tongue, his own blood as he wheezed. Why? Why him? Wasn't his life already bad enough? Slowly, slowly, his arms uncurled, his hands clenched at the ground, and he shakily rose onto all fours, coughing. He couldn't even stop from getting pushed over, the tip of the boot in his side nudging him, rolling him to his back, leaving him staring up at the moon, dragging in breath after breath as he felt like his lungs were on fire.

There was nothing he could do as the soldier leaned down.

Nothing he could do as he reached up, and removed his helmet.

Amber, honey, sharp eyes, little flecks of green. His eyes, and those long black locks, pale face. He was handsome, deadly so, even as he stared down at Bryn without a single hint of remorse, reaching down to the young boy, and slapping his cheek lightly. “Come on now, you have more fight in you. Don't you?” All Bryn could manage was a wheeze, and the man above him sighed in disappointment, shaking his head. “How sad. I guess that's all the fire you have. Well, you're hardly worth the meal, little morsel, but it would be a waste otherwise.”

He barely heard the glove come off, didn't even register the hand on his burning chest, but he did feel the two wicked claws pierce the flesh of his chest, cut through his shirt, and drag down his body.

He couldn't scream, there wasn't enough air in his lungs. All he could do was writhe under those piercing claws, jerk and shake, beg in his mind for someone to save him.

Who? Your dad? Your mom? You have nobody.

Those dark whispers, edging in at the corner of his mind, threatening to drag him under. Telling him to just give up as the man leaned down, his face twisted in a sneer of pleasure at the pain he wrought.

Who would even miss you?

No, not like this. Not to a Garlean.

Didn't you want to die?

Not like this!

Then fight!

That voice, rippling with power, filling his mind, strength bursting through his bones, his body, his arms, his fist launching up, and slamming into the open mouth of the soldier over him, and smacking it closed with a solid pop.

The claws in his chest froze, and a look of pure shock danced over the Garlean’s face, staring down at the panting boy that had just socked him. There was silence, for what felt like minutes, but was only seconds, before he started laughing, this time for real. True mirth.

Bryn felt those claws pull away, saw the glove pulled back onto a still bloody hand, and sucked in his breath as the honey eyed man leaned down. “Grow strong, little morsel. I swear, I won't lay another finger on you until you’ve mastered that power within you. You will taste all the sweeter once you do.”

Bryn didn't remember him leaving, or blacking out, but he awoke with the sun beating down on him, high in the sky, and his mouth dry. A hand shakily lifted to his chest, traced down the two healed scars, drew breath into his no longer burning lungs, and would have thought the whole thing was a dream.

Except his shirt was torn, in the same path as his new scars. Scars that felt and looked months old, not hours.

His arm flopped back out onto the ground, and he lay there under that tree, slowly replaying that night, mulling over it, and remembering what today was.

“My name day,” he croaked out. He was thirteen. He likely turned thirteen sometime during that torturous night. And now he knew for certain one thing, and one thing only.

He had to get out of Ala Mhigo.

Requiem of the Queens

My people are lost, Ivory thought to herself. Gods help us, they’re all going to die.

The screams of her people mingled with the acrid stink of burning flesh and sulfur, drifting up to the palace on the wind. She had awoken to her guards shouting for her to rise, but the stench of demonic fumes would have roused her shortly anyways. In mere seconds, Ivory had risen up from her bed, her pleasant slumber shattered by the urgency filling the air. With nary a thought to covering her nightgown or donning her slippers, Ivory had raced out of the bedroom and down the hall, yelling for someone to report what was happening.

A soldier--Roderick, she remembered faintly--informed her that demons had been summoned from a sudden crack in the city square. The fissure opened into a pit deep below the capital city, and from within, vile beats of all shapes and sizes poured out from within. As they raced down the stairs together, Roderick detailed in a breathless, hurried tone how the people were being slaughtered in their homes, while soldiers were initially overwhelmed by the unforeseen threat. 

Only now, as her thoughts came into sharp focus, did Ivory realize something else was amiss. When she woke, her wife was not in bed. Had Aleja woken earlier and gone to tend the children? Was she in the library? Or, Gods forbid, was she out there somewhere? Aleja often wandered the late-night streets when she felt restless. Gripped with icy fear, Ivory commanded Roderick to take his comrades and find her wife and children. Vilante and Aurora were likely to be in the nursery, but Aleja could be anywhere. They must find Aleja before the demons do!

Roderick turned to run off, his men close behind. Ivory resumed her run to her personal armory alone. There, her handmaidens were waiting, their deft hands removing her nightgown and garbing her in armored clothing instead. It had been years since Ivory needed full armor, but her handmaidens were still as practiced and swift in their movements. As the last belt was tightened, Ivory grabbed her sword from its stand. A maid stood by with her shield, allowing Ivory a moment to slip her arm into the straps and pull them tight.

And with that, she was running again.

Roderick ran past her, carrying two children in his arms. Aurora was sobbing, reaching for Ivory as they passed by, but Vilante was thankfully fast asleep despite the commotion. The infant could sleep through anything… Ivory dared not stop, but as Aurora was carried away, she called out, “Be brave, Aurora, and watch over Vin! Mama will come back for you! I swear!”

Aurora began to scream for her Mama as Roderick carried her out of sight. Ivory’s heart broke in two, but for now, she had to ignore it. The soldier would hide her children safely underground with the rest of the palace residents who couldn’t fight. They would be safe. They have to be safe.

As Ivory took her first step outside, she was nearly overwhelmed by it all. The smell was so strong that she felt immediately nauseous, and the noise crashed against her ears like a hellish cacophony… But none of that mattered now. Ivory forced her senses to focus on the task before her. With a mighty howl, she charged forth, sword and shield brandished, and she began to fight.

Practice

"Relax, Rose. You can do this. Just breathe, and let the heat flow through your limbs." 

Winter's voice is a deeply calming sound. I breathe in. I take in the waxy scent of the candles that light the room. I can smell the cotton sheets of my bed, freshly washed by the laundress. The gentle warmth of cinnamon and syrup still lingers from breakfast, long after the dishes were taken away. 

I breathe out, releasing those wonderful smells from my mind along with everything else. My eyes are closed, my mind is empty, my arms are at my sides. It's cold in my room. Winter is making it cold on purpose. 

I lift my left arm. My hand is raised, palm up, elbow bent slightly to hold my hand higher than my head. The cold seeps into my arm, making my fingers tremble. It starts to hurt, but I focus on the heat within my own body. It's hard to concentrate when the cold reaches down my arm to my shoulder. My fingers go numb. It's so cold. 

"Come on, Rose. You know what to do." 

Winter is still here, filling the room and my body with cold. My feet are freezing, and the chill creeps up my legs next. I can't feel my entire forearm. She speaks to me softly, encouraging me, instructing me. I know what to do. 

As I focus entirely on the heat in the core of my body, it swells. The heat rushes along my muscles and bones, chasing away the cold and flooding my limbs with life again. It's such a euphoric feeling. I can't stop myself from opening my eyes, smiling widely and dropping my arm. Winter stands across from me, smiling too. She doesn't say it, but she's proud of me. I can tell by the way her blue eyes sparkle like fresh snow on a frozen lake. 

"Good. Remember this heat. It's essential that you control it, to fill your body with it. Once you can control it, we'll work on using it for other things." 

She comes closer, her hand reaching out. She's so much taller than I am. At only six years old, I barely come up to her hip, even if I wore my fancy shoes with a raised heel. Her hand rests atop my head, the most affectionate gesture she can give. She's not supposed to touch me, but when it's just us, we break the rules a little. Her hand is cold, but I like the way it feels. 

Winter steps away, and she turns to get a candle. As she faces away, the door is kicked in, and two royal soldiers step in. They're not like Winter, who wears leather armor that's scuffed and worn out. These soldiers belong to my mother and father, and their armor is made of shimmering white metal. They wear blood red capes, but each cape is heavily embroidered with white roses, so it resembles the flag of the country. I always loved the way it looked... But right now, I see no beauty in their presence. If the royal soldiers are here, that means I'm in trouble again. 

I don't know why. I haven't been allowed out of my rooms in a year, ever since I accidentally burned a visitor from another country during a dinner party. Even though I tried to explain to Father that I didn't mean to, he still ordered me to stay in my rooms. I haven't seen him or Mother since then. 

Winter spins toward the door when the soldiers barge in. She hates them, hates what they represent, but she respectfully salutes them. The royal soldiers ignore her. They are here for me. I hold out my hands, fists closed tight, and I wait for them to shackle me like they usually do... But this time, there are no shackles. The soldiers don't move. They stand by the doorway, looking down at me with loathing that I don't understand. 

As I lower my arms, bewildered by this strange situation, a familiar figure enters the room. It's Mother! She looks radiant in all white, a beautiful gown that seems to be made entirely of snowflakes. Her hair is white too, tucked up into a lovely braided crown, and more glittering snowflakes decorate her hair. The mere sight of Mother fills me with joy, but her somber expression chills me to the bone. Quick as it came, my joy fades, and I am afraid again. Why is Mother here? 

Mother doesn't look at me for long. She beckons Winter closer, and they speak in low tones for a long time. I drop my arms back to my sides, watching them, absolutely silent so I can hear their hushed voices. Mother is telling Winter about "the prophecy", but I don't know that word. Mother says it's time for the rose to wither. I don't understand why, but this sentence makes Winter turn ashen. 

I wonder if something happened to the gardens. Mother and Father's kingdom is famous for producing white roses that never wilt, so long as they remain in water. I wonder if the magic that makes them is gone. This thought makes me sad, because I love the white roses that always come with my meal trays. I'm not allowed to keep them, but I love touching the velvety petals while I eat. 

I had stopped paying attention for too long, because now Mother is leaving. Winter stands very still, but I noticed her hands are shaking. I open my mouth to ask if she was okay... 

The royal soldiers draw their swords. They walk past Winter, toward me. I don't understand why, but their approach terrifies me. I quickly lift my hands again, thinking they wanted to shackle me after all, but Winter whirls around, screaming, 

"Rose! Get under your bed! Go!" 

Winter has no weapons, but she throws herself at the back of one of the soldiers. She catches him off guard, tackling him to the ground, distracting the second guard. As soon as the second one looks away, I bolt to my bed and scramble under the raised mattress. It's a terrible hiding spot. It doesn't matter. The soldiers are no longer paying attention to me. The second soldier has wrestled Winter to the ground, violently smashing her face against the floor, smearing blood all over the stone. I hear her nose break on the first hit, then something else cracks after the third hit. Winter goes limp, and the soldier lets her head drop to the floor. Both of them laugh when her head bounces on the hard stone, then the first soldier kicks her hard in the side, audibly breaking something else. 

I stare at Winter. At the red pooling under her head. At the shiny white armored boots of the soldiers. They approach the bed. One of them kneels down to look underneath. 

"Where are you, little brat?" He asks with great disdain. My very presence disgusts them both. I don't understand why these men hate me so much. I never did anything to them. How could I? I'm just a child, locked away in a tower and forgotten by everyone. 

Forgotten by everyone except Winter. 

Winter, who lies unconscious or dead on the ground behind the soldiers who hate me. 

There's so much red. 

Unbidden, the heat in my body begins to rise. It fills me from head to toe, fingertip to fingertip, hot and angry and hateful. A harsh screeching sound fills my ears. The soldiers flinch and scramble away from the bed, but it's too late for them. I claw my way out of my hiding place, reveling in the way these spiteful soldiers now cower in fear of me. My dress is burning. My skin became so hot that the fabric ignited, and the flames leap from the cloth to my bedsheets. The fire has a life of its own, fueled by my rage, quickly consuming everything it can around it. 

The soldiers are shrieking now. The flames burned my dress away, but I only feel more hot. The fire has spread so fast around my bedroom, trapping the soldiers against the door. One of them tries to open the door, but the fire latches onto his cloak before he can. It devours the beautiful fabric, then sticks to his armor, beginning to roast him in his metal cage. The other soldier catches fire as well, just as fast. They are both screaming, unable to free themselves, their skin and hair burning from the flames born of my hate. 

The gentle scents from earlier are all gone. All I can smell now is scorched hair and melting flesh. It's a dense stink, but I breathe it deep. This is what my vengeance smells like. 

The flames don't hurt me, of course. And the fire doesn't hurt Winter, either. I won't allow anything else to hurt her... Even if she's dead, I will protect her body until the fire burns the whole tower away. I move to sit beside her body, avoiding the blood pooling under her head. I don't dare touch her. I can't help her. All I can do is sit with her and hope she isn't dead. 

The fire burns everything in the room. The soldiers aren't screaming anymore. I can hear shouting outside the door, but no one dares open the door while my fire still rages. I don't care. I lay beside Winter, curling up in a ball, except for one hand that I reach out to touch her back. I can’t tell if she’s breathing. Maybe she really is dead, and I’m all alone.

Alone in this tower of freezing stone.

Alone with the fire that shatters the windows and begins to burn the door.

Alone in the darkness that creeps in from the edges of my vision.

My hands are too weak to hold tightly to anything, but I cling to Winter’s body with all the strength I can muster. If this is the end, I want my last memory to be of her. Not covered in red, unbreathing and unmoving, but of her smiling proudly at me.

The dark creeps over my vision, and with a gentle sigh, the fire dies out.

Damm, this is amazing

WHEN YOU DIE || OFF Animatic

here’s my silly animatic i did over yesterday and today. hope u enjoy!

ryder wasn’t one for backstage brawls, especially when there weren’t any cameras around to catch the action. after all, he didn’t get into this business to fight in the shadows - he was here for the spotlight, the live crowd, the attention. professional wrestling was his way of staying in front of the cameras, even after his acting career never really took off. but like it or not, these kinds of situations were more common than he cared to admit. and while he wasn’t usually the one to throw the first punch, he sure as hell wasn’t about to back down from a fight once it started.

the older blonde’s gut punch landed, but he knew vincent wasn’t going to just leave it at that. sure enough, in an instant, he found himself tackled to the ground - that was far harder than the cushioned mat he was used to in the ring. the solid floor beneath them sent a sharp pain shooting through his ribs, but he'd have to push that aside for now, he had a raging bull to deal with at the moment. despite the awkward position, ryder’s instincts kicked in as he threw an arm around the man's neck, trying to wrap him in a tight guillotine choke, while simultaneously locking his legs around vincent’s midsection to keep him in place. "you're fucking dead," he growled through gritted teeth.

the way the man was acting so casually and nonchalant about this was just pissing him off all the more. yes, in the grand scheme of things, it wasn't the end of the world. however, what happened happened, and he wanted some kind of explanation. to get told to 'just get over it'? that wasn't nearly enough. the fact that he was getting goaded and prodded made it only logical that he was gonna bite back. you could only push someone so far before things take a turn. a headbutt wasn't the most devastating move in the world, but it was definitely a shot across the bow.

"cheap? no. makes me feel better? slightly. i won't 'feel better' until we get in the ring." that was the major crux they were at. they could fight backstage all the wanted. the ring was where it all counted. "My night might be long, but yours is gonna be in the hospital." if this was where this was going, that was more than alright with him. headbutts and gut punches were rampant in wrestling. he took the shot in the gut, but it only incensed him more to run forward and tackle the man down to the ground.

ryder definitely wasn’t looking to spend the rest of his night in a locker room brawl. his plan was simple: put vincent to sleep, end this mess, and go home. but judging by the younger man's resistance, it didn’t really seem like it was his bedtime just yet. "fuck!" ryder cursed under his breath the second the other's fists started slamming into his sides, each blow forcing a grunt from his lips. the punches just kept coming, each one harder than the last, and ryder could feel his grip slipping, but still, he refused to let go.

"stay the fuck down!" he growled, frustration clear in his tone as he tightened his hold. but then he felt it - vincent starting to rise, with ryder still clinging to him. desperation surged as he cranked up the pressure on the choke, trying to keep the younger man from fully getting to his feet as things were quickly spiraling out of ryder's control.

this was one of those situations where you ask for forgiveness later instead of permission right now. things were escalating real quickly between the two of them. and if the cameramen knew what was going on, you could damn sure bet that they would be right there to capture all the action. some of the best action ended up happening backstage where things were more 'free' and 'unrestricted'. there was at least some measure of rules and order in the ring. not so much here.

he charged the man and took him right to the ground. given his size, it was a pretty easy task to get him down on the ground. the hard ground was unforgiving and vince pressed his advantage while he had it. he landed punches to his elbow and chest until he felt the man's arm wrap around his head. "you won't do shit!" he grunted and began to wildly punch and hit at his sides to batter his ribs as he tried to get his feet under him to stand up.