Hello everyone! You can call me Cora, that's not my real name, but I would choose this one if I didn't love my real one lol
I love writing and creating stories, so this is a side blog for the stories in my brain I won't develop farther than one or a few parts more. Might add drawings of the characters in the future.
Schedule: I'll try to post every week if possible.
Months of studying their movements, their crimes, their plans. It will all come crashing down when they least expect it.
When Moth takes the stage and start their plan, their predictable plan, and start creating chaos in the city... You'll strike.
You'll capture them. As you're meant to.
That's what heroes do. And you're the best one in the city.
Moth, clothed in their wing shaped coat, goes on with phase one of their plan: They hijack the city's electrical resources.
They like to play in the dark.
They finally get to phase two. They restore enough power to broadcast a threat to the whole city. Taunting you.
That's when they expect you to cut in and stop them.
But this time, you decide not to do that.
Instead, you wait. And look at their face while they get impatient.
Their face goes from proud to confused in a matter of minutes. Their leg moves up and down quickly as their eyes scan the city cameras they hacked into.
Gosh, you just love seeing them under pressure.
When they get fed up of waiting, Moth scoffs.
"I guess you got cold feet," they say into the mic, broadcasting a second message to the city. Or rather, to you. "Guess I'll have to go take over the whole city!"
They step away, which gives you enough time to get out of your hiding spot.
You get into their computer, that was easy because their passwords are all the same. Parfait, their favorite dessert.
Once inside, you restore power in the city, but leave everything else as you found it. Except for the trap you set.
When Moth gets back, you hide once more. You fixate your eyes on their face, waiting for their reaction, and for your moment to get into action and capture them.
Moth clears their throat and they activate the mic again, but before they can get any words out, a rain of nets and ropes fall from the shadows of their lair, capturing them.
"What!? Who dares entrap me in my own home?" They yell.
"Aww, and here I thought you would recognize my skills by now, Moth." You say in a mocking tone as you toy with one of the tense ropes, making the body of your pray of your pray swing a bit.
You smile and look up at them. "Don't worry Mothie. I take good care of my food." You reassure them.
Will the spider play with the moth, or eat it and leave no trace of it? No one knows the answer, but the spider.
Tw: modification of body(not explicit), pregnancy, mentions of failed pregnancies(vague and not explicit)
Your husband has always been protective of you. After all, you're just a fragile and tiny human compared to your dragon partner. At least that's how your husband sees you.
Elio has been territorial over you since the day he started courting you. He would use magic to disguise himself as a normal human, but his inhuman mannerisms would peek out of the façade. Luckily, it didn't scare you. And that just made Elio fall for you even more.
Your story together is quite wholesome, and somewhat ordinary?
You used to be the child of two chefs. Your parents' business was only known to the locals, so it was practically a miracle that Elio came by one evening to try out the food.
When you served him, you immediately noticed he wasn't from your small town. His way of moving seemed almost doll-like, as if it was his first time in a human body (it was).
"Excuse my forwardness, but may I ask if you can dine with me?" He asked towards the end of his meal.
"But you've finished you plate!" You giggle and point at his plate in response. Oh, that melted his heart.
Elio shook his head. "Actually, I have a bigger appetite than most." He admitted before putting on a second order. "But I'd rather experience a meal with company."
He then gestured for you to sit across from him. "Please, feel free to order whatever your heart desires, I'll pay for us both."
You sat on the chair across from him after telling your parents the order. "I'm sure my parents will be happy to know I have a friend I can share their cooking with." You said while setting aside some room for the upcoming plates.
And that was your first unofficial date! From your perspective.
Elio would tell it mostly the same... Except he was sweating and sore everywhere from using his magic to alter his body. And his discomfort only grew after meeting the human with the shiniest aura he's ever seen.
After that "date", Elio put everything into courting you the human way. He would bring you flowers... He picked from the ground so hard that the roots came with the blooms.
Then he tried the dragon way, impressing you with riches. It was nice getting spoiled, but you ended up giving everything up to support your parents' business.
Elio took note of that, so he redirected his spoiling to buy meals from them and whatever they needed.
As your relationship grew, and he opened up more, you learned of his true form. Elio was surprised when you didn't run away.
From that day on, your relationship cemented itself completely into your hearts.
And when your parents caught on? They were thrilled! They made a banquet fit for a whole village, or well, a dragon, to celebrate.
Now, after countless trials with magic, your body has created the fruit of your story together.
And Elio, territorial as ever, keeps you in his sights every second of the day. He wraps his tail around your waist whenever someone gets close to you.
Thankfully for Elio, this look on him makes you fall for him even more.
AN: Sorry for being gone for so long! Had a massive artblock bc of seasonal depression :/
Ever since you were a kid, you had the ability to see ghosts. Most of your life growing up, you saw silhouettes and faces of strange people, who turned to be past family members that had passed. Sometimes, you'd see little kids playing, elderly spirits chatting as if they were still alive, etc.
When you told your parents, they naturally didn't believe you. Said you had an overactive imagination. So you learned to hide it; you stopped greeting the older ghosts, stopped playing with the small ones, and you stopped observing them.
The spirits took notice, but as time passes and you grew, they figured you had lost your abilities. You heard how they lamented your silence, even to the last day in your hometown.
Now, you live in the outskirts of a small city. Life is cozy, monotone and way more peaceful than before. And there's no spirits to worry about! Or so you think.
The neighbors whisper about your arrival. But not because of you, because of the legends that supposedly inhabit your new house. Tales of strange shadows and noises from the quiet building, all before your move.
You don't want to believe them, of course. The stories remind you of the spirits you left long ago, and that made you rethink the whole ordeal. Was moving the right decision? Were your parents right, did you make up stories of ghosts in your head during that time at your parent's home?
Thankfully, all your questions will be answered very soon.
It's a regular day unpacking when you first notice the chilly but heavy touch of a palm. You feel the hair on your arm stand as the palm runs along it. As you jump back and put some distance between you and the ghostly hand, you see the faint image of the person who touched you.
They look like an old spirit, not physically, but you can tell their clothes aren't from any period of time you call "recent". Their eyes look tired, but once they lock into yours, you almost see the light return to their lifeless pupils.
You step back and stare at them. You expect them to dissappear the second you blink, like those movie tropes.
But they don't, of course they don't. They instead get closer.
They step forwards, the old floor wards not making a single sound, emphasizing the undead status of the being in front of you. They look mesmerized. A very common reaction you got from other spirits. But this one... This one's way more eager to confirm if you really see them.
A crooked smile appears on their face; the sight makes you think they haven't smiled in a long time... fun. You give an awkward smile back, which makes them smile even wider. Hold on, are those fangs? And did the floor vibrate a little?
The spirit doesn't give you time to think, as it roughly grabs your face. The icy touch makes the hair on your arm stand up. It's a big contrast to the warmth of your body, or their breath. Their breath, now hitting your lips because of the proximity of both your faces, is almost unbearably hot. That's new.
The spirit chuckles and the house follows. You can't distinguish between the creaking of wood and the haunting laughter.
It looks like your new home is this spirit's domain.
You haven't had the best luck with your love life. Studies and work kept you busy, so you couldn't focus on anything else but survival. Lately, things have been going more slowly, so you decided to try your luck!
Your friend's face lit up when you told them, they quickly wrote down the number and address of a matchmaker. "A matchmaker? Isn't that a little old-fashioned?" You asked, hesitantly taking the paper. As you pulled out your phone to look up the address, your friend kept on praising this 'miracle matchmaker'.
A few days later, you're standing in front of this small apartment building in the old part of town. You knock on the decorated front door, a young man opens the door for you. "Y/N, right?" He asks, his voice is smooth and silky.
"Yeah!" You respond, smiling politely and stepping inside. "Um, how do you know that?"
"I'm Claude. We spoke on the phone." He informs you with a gentle smile, as he offers you his arm. You recognize his voice and name as the matchmaker's, you smile and take his arm.
Once you enter the apartment, the cozy atmosphere wraps around you like a warm hug. Claude leads you to a small, decorated and round table at the corner of the living room. You sit at one of the matching chairs, your weight sinks into the cushions.
You see Claude retrieve a notebook from a nearby shelf. He sits on the chair opposite to you with a soft smile on his face. "Let's get started now, shall we?" He asks, leaning on his elbow and opening the notebook.
You nod and the consultation starts. You two spend a few hours speaking about your life, your preferences and what your ideal match would be. While you talk, Claude listens attentively and writes down everything you say with a soft smile and intense gaze.
When the session comes to an end, you see Claude's face drop for a second as he glances at the clock on the wall behind you. "Wow, this session is over already?" He exclaims, smiling once more as he picks everything up. "Oh! You're right! I'm sorry, I tend to talk a lot," you explain as you pick up your belongings, Claude chuckles as he approaches. "Don't apologize. I see it as a great trait."
Claude accompanies you to the exit. "I hope I can find your perfect match, and if everything else fails, I'm willing to offer you a refund and take you out on a date." He jokes, his teeth showing as he laughs, the whiteness of them glowing under the light of the entry of his building.
You laugh as well. "Our talk was lovely, so I wouldn't say no!" You respond as you step outside. After Claude says goodbye, you wave goodbye and start your walk back home.
Claude, meanwhile, plops down at his desk, his smile widens more and more a she repeats your sweet words in his head. He's never felt this way towards a client or anyone, really! I mean, he always keeps it professional, he knows no one can match or find his obsessive passionate kind of love attractive.
But, could you be different? You have to be! He'll make sure of it.
But... You're still a client. You only met because you need his help, nothing more. But he'll make you need more of him. You'll need him as much as he needs you.
How will he achieve that, you may wonder? He'll keep you waiting, learn more about you through your venting, keep giving you horrible matches... All of this to get you to see how perfect he is for you, boost his image above all possible candidates.
He'll keep 'failing' so you still need his help, so you still need him.
Lately, you've been having frequent nightmares, they have no sort of explanation, your life hasn't been that stressful as of late. And they aren't that specific either, some have you trapped in a room, or engulfed by shadows, etc.
But tonight it's different. You feel a presence near your bed, you try to turn your head around, but you feel a sharp pain on your neck and a heavy, invisible weight on your head.
You feel the presence get closer as you struggle, it stops right beside your head. From the corner of your eye, you can see its long, shadowy form loom over your bed. Its form twists and shifts to bring a hand to your forehead, it gently runs its clawed fingers through your hair.
"Are you struggling, little one?" Its voice reaches your ears, the echo and reverb of it makes your head hurt. "Would you like me to help you?"
"Yes..." You respond without thinking, and you immediately regret it. It feels as if your body moves by itself. You get up and look up at the creatures before you, its face is as black as the void, sharp teeth gleaming when hit by the moonlight coming through the window. It's smiling down at you.
It laughs as it sees your eyes widen and heard how your heartbeat quickens. You, on the other hand, feel the blood on your body rush to your feet, the air on your lungs slips out of your throat as you're standing there, terrified.
"Aww, are you scared?" It asks, its long clawed hands reach out to cup your chin, scratching your cheeks. You gasp as droplets of blood rush out of your skin and make contact with the creature's claws. "Pretty..." It murmurs before pulling back and licking its claws clean.
A shudder runs up your spine. "Sorry, little one. I couldn't resist." It says while its hand returns to rest atop your head. You try to pull away, but you feel the same sharp pain on your neck you felt earlier.
The creature pouts and drops its hand. "Still comfortable with me?" It teases, its form looms over you for a moment before it engulfs you whole, you let out a yelp as the room around you fades into black.
When you open your eyes again, you find yourself in a dark version of your room; shadows dance around the walls, the posters on your walls melt and distort, the books on your shelf have changed too, and now the letters have blurred into intangible shapes.
The creature comes out of the shadows and shifts closer to you. Its presence looms over you once more. Shivers run up and down your spine as a shadowy arm snakes around your frame, clawed fingers gently grab your chin and pulls so you're staring up at it.
"Do you like my gift, little one?" Its haunting voice asks. "Gift?" You repeat as you struggle to keep your composure. It responds by laughing and turning your head around to take another look at the room.
"It's a little unsettling..." You comment, carefully choosing your words to not offend the shadowy monster. It stops smiling for a moment, studying your reaction. Its head turns all the way around to scan the room, while you let out a small yelp. "You seem unhappy."
Before you can respond, its smile comes back, it picks you up as if you don't weight anything. "I will make you a perfect gift, so I can see your smile." It announces as the room turns darker. The creature puts its hand over your eyes.
When the hand is lifted, you find yourself in another room. This one looks older, it's completely different than your room. The bed is bigger and the walls seem to stretch upwards until the light of the chandelier can't reach them. The color scheme consists of dark and deep purples, browns and blacks.
The creature gently places you on the bed. "This used to be my home. But if you dislike it, I can make you another room." It says as it pulls the covers over your body. You shake your head no, prompting a smile from the monster. "Lovely. I hope you enjoy your new bed. Rest now, my dear."
Moving to a new city is never easy, much less in your situation. Your apartment is pretty big, and the rent is definitely a steal, the problem comes from who you're living- er, roommates with.
Victor isn't a bad roommate, he's quiet and doesn't hog many appliances, in fact, he doesn't use any electronics or water whatsoever. To be fair, when you're a ghost, it seems kinda useless to care about those things.
The first time you saw him, you swore you had a mini heart attack. He appeared right in front of you while you were cooking, his translucent eyes stared into the food like a wolf looking at his next meal. You felt your whole body go stiff and the hair on your arms stand up. He looked up at you with a bored expression, silently expecting you to keep cooking; but as soon as he saw you staring back in disbelief, his eyes went wide and he dissapeared along with the cold breeze.
Since then, your relationship has progressed slowly. While you do chores, he usually stands and watches, telling you stories about his time alive or listening to you reminisce about your happy memories and not so happy ones. You sometimes have to pause your story to explain a modern gadget or concept to the ghost, which he always responds to with a simple nod.
When he tells his stories, he he stands closer to you and tends to become more animated. You can't help but nod along with his words. He almost seems alive, if it weren't for the constant chilly air around him, or the translucent quality of his skin.
At nights, he likes to watch you prepare your meals and other stuff for work. He dissapears right before you sleep, you honestly appreciate this little action from your ghost roommate, it means he respects your space. What you don't know is that he also watches you sleep.
But don't worry! He only does this to protect you. You're his only friend!
Tonight, he's back to guarding your sleeping body, he sits at the edge of the next to you. His quiet night gets interrupted by your phone buzzing, a bunch of notifications from your friend group chat pop up. His eyes twitch involuntarily as his expression changes to anger. How dare they interrupt your time of peace!? Are they having fun without you? They don't deserve to be called your friends!
But what can he do? You're alive and he's not. He can't just keep you inside the apartment forever, can he?
Next morning, you wake up as usual, you get ready for work and grab your things. "I'll be back for lunch today, Vic!" You inform, looking at your roommate, who's standing near the door to the hallway. His eyes widen slightly. "That's earlier than your usual clocking out time, isn't it?" He asks, stepping closer to you, the cold breeze that accompanies him envelops you as well, making you shiver.
"It's one of my friend's birthday, so I decided to work a half day." You explain as you search for your keys, Victor states at you before grabbing you hand. The icy touch making your movements halt. He's never touched you. You didn't know he could do that.
"Don't go." He begs, voice shaky and breathy. His grip on your hand tightens as you try to pull away. The cool air around gets hotter, to an almost suffocating extent. "Your friends don't value you like I do. They have gone to gatherings without you, have disregarded your responsibilities and left you out. Then they brag about their disrespect to you between jokes and laughter."
You shake your head and try to shove him gently. "Victor..." You try to speak but he brings you closer to him, pulling you in for a hug. "They don't deserve your gentle heart. That's why I have to protect you." Victor says, his icy hands digging into the skin of your back through your clothes.
He squeezes harder and harder, you vision gets blurry as you gasp for air. You pat the ghost's back, begging to be released, but he doesn't. He finally softens his touch when you pass out on his arms. "Don't worry, Y/N. I'll keep you away from those horrible people."
A few weeks have passed since your first meeting with Sol, your injuries have been recovering well, thanks to his treatments. You still can't wrap your head around the unique situation you're in, most couldn't! But you have Sold and Most to rely on from now on.
Today, Sol has decided to bring you along with him to the market, seeing as you can move around his estate without much assistance. Your legs still become weak after some time standing up, So Mist walks beside you on your dominant hand's side, while Sol follows behind you two at a close but careful distance.
As you walk around the crowds, Mist growls when other people get too close to you, making Sol laugh softly and pay the feline's head. "Sorry, she's protective over weak beings," he explains, advancing to walk alongside you. "She doesn't mean any harm to you, my dear."
"I understand. Thank you, Mist." You say, looking down at the beast with a content smile. Mist lets out what you can imagine is a happy growl, her tail wraps around your leg protectively as you continue walking.
At some point, you're strolling through the crowds and stalls, Most to your side and Sold in front of you, leading you to a particular shop. The scent of freshly cooked meals hits your nostrils, you're stomach growls in response, making Most look up at you and softly growl back. You smile and Pat the feline's head before standing up again.
Sol looks back and extends his hand towards yours, once you take it, he leads you closer to the stall. "This little store is owned by one of my friends," he explains, carefully moving his hand up your arm. "While we're not out there, adventuring, he and his son cook for the whole town during festivals."
"You flatter me, Sol!" A voice catches your attention, you turn your head and see a young elf, his smile seems cheerful and welcoming. "My father and I don't always cook for events. But I'm proud to say we always try to prepare something for every hungry mouth, like your companion here!"
The elf turns to you. "I'm Fern." He introduces himself and leans over the food to shake your hand. Sol watches with a neutral smile, his hand tightens ever so slightly when you smile back at Fern.
"Fern. Where has your father run off to?" Sol asks while helping you straighten up. "Oh! He's helping the neighbors move some sacs of crops around." The elf responds while smiling. Sol politely smiles back and rugs at your sleeve gently. "I see, well, we should go back home. Nice to see you, Fern."
Before you can say anything to protest or argue that you're hungry, Mist nudges you to walk alongside Sol, quietly returning home.
Over the next few days, you notice Sol get even more protective over you, he doesn't let you go outside the gates of his estate. You reason with yourself, thinking that he was probably anxious during that stroll at the market.
"Do you remember Fern?" He asks one day while handing you some tea, you nod as you take a sip. He forces a smile before he goes back to a relaxed expression. "It seems he has come down with a severe illness."
You eyes widen. "That's so unfortunate. I hope he gets better soon." You say, putting a hand over your chest to show your worry. Sol puts his hand over yours and smiles, shortly after, he pats your head in a gentle manner. "I'll be taking care of him. So I'm sure we'll see results soon."
Tw: kidnapping, restraints, stalking, mentions of injections
You've finally achieved your goal: control over the city. This awful city that has wronged you and turned a blind eye to other's suffering while it dresses itself in architectural jewelry.
Now you can live the life that was denied to you for so long. Sure, you had to get your hands dirty with blood,but isn't it worth it if gou got what you wanted?
That's what you think. Sitting at your desk and looking through the windows down at the city, you can't help smile. Your happiness is guaranteed from now on.
But what about other's? And what about that sound?Wait- a sound?
Footsteps. Coming straight at you. You turn your chair around and see Rose. The latest agent your enemies sent to stop you. He is serious about his job, even before his hand can make contact with your skin, you can see the determination and strength in his eyes and expression.
Once his hand grabs your arm, it doesn't take you much time to react. You quickly get up from your chair and kick him on the legs, just above the knee. He stumbles a little but recovers, getting a hold of your arms and locking you in place.
You try to hit him once more, but he is holding on to you with incredible force. He moves quickly and injects your arm with what — judging by your sudden drowsiness — turns out to be a tranquilizer.
Rose watches as you fall into his arms. The way you struggle is so adorable! The way your face wrinkles with anger and effort as you fight, and then falls into a soft slumber when the tranquilizer takes effect on you, all of it makes his heart flutter.
But that's not important right now, he finally caught you! So he should bring you in for your punishment.
However, that outcome isn't nearly as fun as what his mind is conjuring up. Sadly, his plans could jeopardize the mission... Oh, well. He'll think about what to do once you're in a safe space and under his complete supervision.
Once you wake up, all you can see is black. You give your eyes time to adjust to the little light in the room before moving. The first thing you do is move your arms, as you predicted, they're chained to the bed. And you legs? The right one is chained as well, and your left one has a tracker on it. Awesome.
The lights suddenly turn on, making you groan in protest and hide your eyes behind your arm. As your eyes adjust once more, you hear someone approach, wooden floors creak under heavy footsteps. "Wake up, little bloom." You hear and recognize the voice. Rose stands close to the bed, you hear him chuckle as he tugs at the chains on your limbs.
"I'm sorry that I had to take so many measures," he says, eyeing the tracker on your ankle with a smile on his lips. He chuckles softly before his eyes return to your face. "You're quite a slippery little flower."
"Where did you bring me, Rose!?" You demand, looking up at him with venom in your gaze. He chuckles once more and leans closer to you, his face looming over yours. "Don't worry, you're safe. I haven't taken you to my superiors."
He pulls back slightly, his black eyes stare into yours intensely, as if wanting to engulf you in the void of his irises. "You'll be living with me from now on. And don't try to escape, not only I've put a tracker on your ankle, but also a chip in your body. Besides..."
He steps back and goes to the farthest wall from the bed, pulling back a tapestry to reveal the wall; all covered in notes, pictures and strings, connecting everything together. "I've studied and watched over your every move for the last 3 months. So there's nowhere you'll run to that I won't know about."
Being an idol has always been your dream, singing songs with catchy lyrics, dancing to the music while bringing a smile to fans who love your work.
So when you got signed to the same agency as some artists you love, you were ecstatic.
Sure, your road to stardom will be hard and strenuous. But you'll be working alongside your heroes! That will be so much fun!
You couldn't be more wrong.
It's been a few weeks since you got signed, you've been working as a backup dancer for the other singers while your first single is being worked on.
So far, the senior talents have been really helpful and sweet, just like any senior should be. Except for one.
Nora is a few years older than you, but her status and the amount of money she brings in makes her career feel like it's been going on for decades. And her personality shows this as well; she's composed and relaxed in front of the cameras, she knows how to act and who to befriend. But you're not on her list of favored people, and you don't have a lens for a face, either.
With you, she's sharp and silent, her head is held high and she turns her face away from your view. At first, you thought she was the same way with all the fresher talent, that she wasn't singling you out, that your favorite idol didn't hate you.
But she's nice to the other dancers, while you seem to not exist in her world.
Today, Nora isn't avoiding you, she's staring right into your soul with the most intimidating look you've ever seen. Your manager approaches you with the biggest smile on his face, "Y/N, I think you'll love this!" He says, grabbing you by the shoulder and taking you towards Nora, despite you dragging your feet a little.
Nora's manager is standing beside her, while she has her arms crossed, watching you approach them. "Is it necessary? I mean, I'm not the only singer in here. They can find another person to bother." Nora scoffs, glaring at her manager, the older woman just smiles awkwardly.
Jane, Nora's manager, greets you and introduces herself. "Well, we wanted to do something else for Nora's upcoming concerts. And, since you have a similar sound to her music, we want you to open for her." She explains while Nora glares at her, angry at the proposal.
Your jaw falls to the floor and your eyes widen. You look at your manager, Tim, who's smiling wide and proudly, as if patting himself on the back for getting this deal for you.
"Will I also be a dancer at the concert?" You ask, turning to Jane and Nora. "Yes, but don't worry, we will schedule your opening performance with some of Nora's solo performances in-between the songs that require you to be a dancer." Jane explains.
"Wait! Why are you baying them!?" Nora exclaims, her face turning red as she stares at you. "Well, this is my first show..." You point out. Nora goes silent, she didn't expect you to respond to her outburst. She quickly recovers scoffs, her cheeks still tainted red.
Jane interjects and gently puts some distance between you two. "What do you say, Y/N? Do you want to start your career with this opportunity?" The older woman asks with a gentle but encouraging voice.
You smile and nod, shaking Jane's hand firmly. You peek over her shoulder to look at Nora, who rolls her eyes and walks away, leaving the room before you can see her full reaction and how her face flushes, possibly from anger or maybe something else.
You are propped up against the lab doors, waiting for the crunching of bones and the screams of your coworkers to turn into silence.
Beryl has been in the for a few hours, thankfully, the isolated facility allows them to get their anger out on the scientists without repercussions; at least until they're reported missing.
You feel a weight against your back and take a step away from the doors, you turn back and wait for something to happen. As if sensing your worries, Beryl peeks out from behind the heavy doors, their emerald eyes surrounded by the blood splatter of your old colleagues.
"Human, are you scared?" They ask, looking down at you with a soft look. "They won't hurt us anymore." They add while tentatively taking a step towards you.
You smile and shake your head. "I know, I'm just worried about someone catching us."
"Catching us?" They ask with a confused expression while looking back at the lab room, using the rest of their body to shelter you from viewing the massacre Beryl's anger caused. "But they're dead."
You nod and laugh awkwardly while shifting in the spot. "I mean someone else. Someone who will see this and hurt you, or me, for killing the team."
"Hurt you?" Beryl repeats, their vine hair gripping the doors with enough force to dent the metal doors. They stomp forward, looming over you while tenderly wrapping vines around your body and smiling, showing their teeth. "Human, I swear no one will hurt you. I made a mistake to trust the wrong humans, but I won't let any lower being hurt my human."
Suddenly, Beryl grabs your shoulders, their eyes get wide and intimidating under all of this intensity. The vines around your body tighten as their smile gets bigger. "I have an idea." They whisper as their claws dig into your back.
You laugh and furrow your brows in confusion. "What idea?" You ask, grabbing their wrists to avoid losing your balance.
"Human, will you let me take you to my home?" They excitedly ask, the barely dried blood in the god's face clinging to their rugged skin, the stench of death finally hitting your nostrils and makes you feel nauseous. You stare up at them as you process the information. "You have a house?"
"Home," they correct you. "But I think humans would label it as a habitat." The god adds, confusing you even more.
"A habitat?" You repeat, looking up at the god's wide eyes and excited expression. You mind begins running with every possibility, because, what does a home look like for a god that can live anywhere?
Beryl nods and smiles, using their powers to wrap more vines around you. The lab walls get covered by greenery as well, almost as if you got a front row seat to watch nature reclaim the the space the artificial building toon in just a matter of seconds.
And then, the world goes dark.
When you open your eyes again, you find yourself in a bed of flowers, full of color and life. Around you, you see trees as tall as buildings, their branches and leaves covering the sky above. A pond sits near the flowers, the water glistens and ripples with the gentle breeze and the clear liquid lets you see the wildlife living within it.
Beryl watches you from behind the trees, their vines collecting fruits from the tall branches as they keep their emerald eyes on you. "What a sweet mate you've found, sibling." The wind speaks while Beryl's ears twitch.
"Don't you dare do anything to my human, brother." Beryl growls as they warn the other god.
A pair of white translucent eyes appear next to Beryl with a surprised expression, accompanied by a sudden gust of wind. "Me!? No! I wouldn't do that to my dear sibling!" The wind says in a playful tone. "It has nothing to do with your love for me. You're scared." The nature god scoffs, in response, the wind dissapears without muttering another word.
Beryl rolls their eyes and makes their way to you. A soft smile on their face and a single thought in their mind: keeping you by their side. No matter who tries to intervene, they'll make them regret making that choice.
I know some people have seen the news recently and may be doubtful of it. To the uninformed, Google Docs has started using AI to find "inappropriate" and "problematic" content, scraping your documents and deleting it. I know some people are unsure if this is real or think this is not going to affect them.
I regret to inform you that this is real.
As I was on a call with some writers and we were moving our documents as a precautionary measure, one person discovered entire pages missing that they did not delete themselves. This is happening to us, it's not a hoax or a rumor, it's happening right now. You need to move everything if you want to preserve it.
If you're a writer with writer mutuals, please reblog this so they know. I rarely write on Google Docs anymore, but I started my fanfics on there, and I would be devastated if I lost works more than ten years old because people decided marketing appeal is more important than creative freedom.
I waited to see if it was okay with her before saying this but yes, this is the person I was referring to and I think it's important you know exactly who the target is. It's queer people. It's erotic writers. This was her intellectual property, which was stolen from her because they can do that now. Please, remove that power from their toolbox. Run.
The results of the battle could be felt in your bones. Literally. One of your arms was sprained and left it's socket, and one of your legs got shattered by debris.
Your head felt heavy and your vision was blurry, you couldn't distinguish between your blood and other's.
Before you could pass out, you saw a bright light and felt the pressure of the rocks and debris being lifted from your legs. Thinking this was your end, you leaned back and stared at the sky, before finally shutting your eyes.
When you woke up again, expecting to see paradise, you got confused at the sight before you; the interior of a bedroom, a cozy fireplace across the room from the massive bed you were laid on, a mahogany desk filled with papers and book of spells to your left.
As you tried to move, you felt a weight on your lap. You looked down to see a beast as dark as the night sky on top of your legs, its feline eyes staring at you.
But before you could scream, a man walked into the room with a tray on his hands and a smile on his face.
The beast lazily got off your lap and the bed, rubbing its snout against the man's waist, his silver hair tickling the feline's head. He softly chuckled and sat on the bed, setting the tray on your lap. "I see you've met Mist," he said, picking up a glass and filling it with what seemed like tea.
You looked down at the beast once more, meeting its silver eyes with caution, the man smiled and offered you the glass, bringing your attention back to him. "She's harmless, she's my protector... Our protector." He said confidently, his golden irises watching closely as you took the glass and took a sip.
"Our?" You asked, your throat feeling dry despite having taken a sip of tea a few seconds ago. The man nodded and smiled, getting up to set the tray down on the nightstand,he turned back to you with a more serious expression.
"Your village, it was destroyed... You were the only one I could save." He whispered, looking down with remorse.
You gasped, letting go of the glass as tears filled your eyes,the hot liquid of the tea spilled and soaked through the sheets, burning your injured legs and bringing you back to the present moment. You hissed in protest of the burning sensation, your hand quickly grabbed your legs through the sheets, but your sprained arm complained, making you cry out in pain even more.
The white haired man quickly rushed to your side, he grabbed your injured arm, mumbling a few strange words while he gently pulled the sheets back. Once he finished the spell, a cold and refreshing sensation washed over your whole body, calming the burning feeling of the tea.
You stared at him, tears in your eyes, your breathing relaxed but the sinking feeling in your gut didn't leave. "Why couldn't you save anyone else?" You asked, your throat felt right as you spoke, your voice coming our broken.
He stood up straight, looking down at you with a soft gaze. "My magic is really powerful, but it cannot bring people back from the dead unless you sacrifice an equal amount of energy as the value of the life that was lost," he explained, giving you a sad smile.
"So... You couldn't gather that amount of energy?" You asked in a low voice, already knowing the answer. "No." He responded softly, walking slowly to the tray on the nightstand to prepare something.
You stared at the fireplace, lost in thought. You lost your home, your village, your family! And you're the sole survivor!? Fate is a cruel, cruel thing.
"Dear, may I know your name?" He asked, noticing the worry in your eyes. "Y/N," you said while turning your head towards him. "What is your name?" You asked back, watching as he took a plate from the tray and sat next to you. "Sol, pleased to meet you, my dearest Y/N." Sol responded in a relaxed tone and a charming smile, he set the plate down on his lap and cut a bit of meat, putting the juicy piece in front of your mouth.
"I can't accept this kind of treatment..." You tried to say, Sol shook his head and pressed the meat against your lips to shut you up. "I insist on taking care of you. I want to ensure your safety. Will you let me, Y/N?" He asked, giving you another smile.
You looked down at the chunk of meat and then back at Sol, nodding before parting your lips to accept the offered piece. He continued feeding you while you felt that sinking feeling again, you chose to ignore it, for now.
As soon as they noticed you, you started regretting being part of this project.
Who would be stupid enough to be the bait intern for a group of scientists who've captured a god of nature? You, apparently.
The senior scientists treat you more like a servant than an intern. Your tasks include cleaning equipment, organizing papers, getting them coffee and snacks. And, of course... Feeding their subject, Beryl.
That's not their name, just a nickname you gave the god after a few times seeing them. They were never aggressive, just quiet; despite their size and the multiple chains keeping them bound, they were neutral to you, until they smelled the scent of earth on your skin.
It happened a few weeks ago, you were on your break, enjoying a small stroll through the nearest park when the lead scientist, Dr. Parr, called you in a hurry. Apparently, Beryl had gone out of control after the scientists decreased the amount of food the god got, something you were opposed to, but couldn't do anything to stop it.
When you entered the lab, Dr. Parr shoved a tray of food your way. "This has sedatives mixed in, give this to it. Now." She ordered. You tried to protest for the team to let you change your clothes before stepping in Beryl's cell, but they quickly cut you off and pushed you inside.
Once inside, you were able to see the destruction the god's hunger caused: tubes that were connected to their body now laid down on the floor, chains were gnawed on, and the glass partition, that once stood between the door and the rest of the room, was now shattered.
Beryl sat on the farthest corner of the room, their back turned to you. You were able to see the cuts on their arms caused by the glass, the open wounds the tubes made on their body and the irritated skin around their limbs. You couldn't do anything but stare at the abuse on the god's body and the destruction between you.
A few seconds after you started getting nervous, Beryl turned towards you, their translucent emerald eyes staring into yours with hunger, desperation and... Relief? You couldn't process their reaction to your presence until you were enveloped in their arms; the rough and wood like texture of their skin contrasting with your much softer one, their strength showing up in the way they kept you close and their restraint keeping them from crushing you.
Beryl held you tight, with their head close to your neck, their vine hair covering your form and their breath giving you shivers despite it being so warm. The god inhaled as if they wanted to absorb your essence.
"You smell like home... My home..." they whispered against your skin. You couldn't help but let out a small gasp, their voice was rough, shaky from the tears that had started to fall from their eyes to your shoulder.
Ever since that interaction, Beryl stands closer to you during feedings, sometimes speaking in that soft and whispered tone; but they touch you more and more as the days go by, sneakily and not so sneakily basking in your scent.
Your presence seems to give them a boost of energy that got lost when they were captured. However, this boost of energy might be more magical than you expected. Lately you've been noticing changes in the god's appearance and behavior; their skin looking more lively despite the lack of a window in their cell, their vines seem greener and stronger, their muscles feeling stronger when they embrace you, and you swear you've seen their teeth and claws getting sharper over time.
One day, you hear a rumble coming from Beryl's cell, you open the door to find the god standing in front of you, their expression changes from one of focused anger to a devoted smile. "Human! Forgive me for being so excited," they say softly, their smile showcasing their sharp teeth.
"Where are you going?" You ask, looking over their shoulder at the reinforced chains the team put on the god after the last incident, now laying on the floor with some sort of roots bending them open. You smile, turning you head up to meet Beryl's gaze.
"Outside, will you accompany me?" They ask, extending a clawed hand towards you. You nod and pull the god towards the lab's doors, their expression turns sour, their vine hair coiling and flexing with anger, their hand clutching yours for comfort.
"I'm sure the team will love to see you so lively, Beryl!" You smile, opening the doors with your employee code and stepping aside for the god to have their fun.
