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Obviously I take my work seriously. I got an 85 on this, my teacher's live for the spice I add to assignments 💅

" Fanfictions aren't literatu—" PULLS THE TRIGGER.

Husbeast texted me to let me know that Tumbleweed is making new efforts at stealth

Well done, Tumbleweed, I can't see you at all

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Wdym I am of adult age that I dont have to lie about my age being 184 years old and actually put 18 yrs old???

For being Father, Solar has the mom bod of all time 🤣 Good for him!

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Happy Mother’s Day to Kenjaku and Kenjaku only

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN TOBY FOX IS DIRECTING AN UNDERTALE MOVIE

Somehow I have missed this latest part by like 5 days, I'm devastated. But! I have read it now and it was still as good as ever! I almost feel like poor YN would have been better off to not find his parents at all (or finding them dead). Then he wouldn't have to deal with the heartbreak of being rejected by his own family.

Losing Humanity: OT8 X Male!Reader Pt. 2

Pairing: Vampire!Hyunjin x Male!Reader (end game) | Side pairings: OT8 x Male!reader, Vampire!Felix x Lycan!Chan, Vampire!Minho x Lycan!Han

Genre: Angst, smut, horror | Au: Resident Evil: Village, vampires, werewolves/lycans, hybrids.

Word Count: 5k

Summary: Following a dreadful experiment, YN has to wrestle with his new body and abilities. With the help of the four lords and their sons, he might be able to find the family and purpose he'd been looking for.

Overall Tags: strangers to lovers, exes to lovers, secret romances, feuding families, omegaverse, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, graphic depictions of violence, blood and violence, mad science experiments, eventual smut, male reader fic, graphic depictions of human to monster transformations, horror, suspense. anal sex, anal fingering, loss of virginity, virgin!reader, threesome -/m/m/m, group sex, rimming, blowjobs, rough blowjobs, water sex, outdoor sex, harem but one end game, happy ending, tentacle sex, hallucinations, psychological horror

Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of Stray Kids in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you.

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‘Day 1:

Subject shows no signs of life. Rigor mortis set in overnight, and his skin is waxy and stiff. No signs of transformation or mutation. I conducted a blood test and the mold from the parasite has begun clinging to the DNA. I expected the mutation to be immediate. Mother’s journal said she saw flies around our bodies on the first day, but I have not seen a single fly in here. The only creature I’ve seen is the bat hanging over the body. It must’ve come in through a window upstairs. 

We placed Jimin in the music room this morning. His body looked beautiful, glimmering like a rare crystal in the chandelier light. None of us could stop weeping. Seeing my mother bursting into tears only made my resolve stronger. I must succeed.’

“Felix.” 

Minho’s voice caught his attention, but his thoughts immediately drowned him back out. 

“Felix,” he heard him call out again. 

The fluttering of wings came closer until Minho stood beside him. Leather clad hands rubbed across his shoulders, and massaged the tense muscles. Felix nearly melted when he felt hard thumbs gently roll the knots building between his shoulder blades. He then realized Hyunjin wasn’t with him. Usually, the Dimitrescu boys went everywhere together. But, considering the scene from this morning, he guessed Hyunjin went to comfort their mother. 

“Come upstairs,” he said in his ear, “Be with your family. The boy isn’t going anywhere.”

“I know,” he replied, finishing off his last thoughts. “I wanted to write down my observations for today.”

“And your results?”

“Inconclusive,” he sighed defeatedly, putting the book and pencil aside and turning in his seat. “He’s a corpse, but they always start off dead. I did a few tests on him, and Cadou has absorbed his DNA.”

“That’s…good?”

“Yes, that means he is more likely to come back than others before him.”

“Felix, leave the boy be,” he said, “And come upstairs. Take a break from this madness, please.”

“‘This madness’ is going to save us.”

“We don’t need ‘saving’, Felix.”

“Fine…It’ll aid us.” 

“Felix-”

“-Why do you oppose this so fiercely-”

He stopped at once. Minho, glowing in the orange candlelight, still had puffy eyes and wet cheeks. Felix saw the same regret and guilt he carried reflected in Minho’s eyes. He immediately faltered. Here he was concerned over a corpse while his brother mourned in silence. Felix reached out to dry a spot right on his cheekbone, feeling the warm skin under his bare hand. He briefly recalled Minho’s quiet sobs as they stood around Jimin’s statue; he remembered his hand reaching for Felix’s in the empty, quiet room. 

“Forgive me,” Felix said softly, looking up at him. “You’re right. This isn’t important right now. Where’s Hyunjin?” 

“With Mother,” he replied, “She’s devastated. I think it’d cheer her up if you came upstairs and played something for her. She loves it when you play your violin. You could play one of her favorites.”

“I haven’t touched that violin in ages,” he said. “Music was Jimin’s talent, not mine.”

“She’d still be touched if you did.”

“I don’t even know if the thing’s in tune-”

“-Look, you little mad man,” Minho poked his shoulder, and Felix sensed a shift in his attitude, “Hyunjin already painted a portrait of him for her. I went out into the village and caught her fresh prey for supper. You, Frankenstein, haven’t done anything to cheer our mother up, and you’re going to pull your weight,” he poked him a second time. “So, leave your little science project here, and come play the violin for our mother.” 

Felix smirked, knowing how to turn the tide, “I like it when you get a little assertive. It’s appealing.” 

Minho turned his head as Felix leaned in for a kiss. His displeasure turned even more sour when he looked at the ceiling. “And make sure she doesn’t see your new pet,” he said, watching the black bat sleeping above them. “You know she doesn’t like bats. She’ll be furious.” 

“It’s not like I brought it in here,” Felix reasoned. “It must’ve come from upstairs or a hole in the dungeons. I’m not bothered by it.”

“I don’t care if you’re not bothered. Mother will be. Keep it in here or eat it.” 

Minho slipped from his arms and started flying away. Felix gave the bat one more look of contempt, then followed him. 

***

Day 2:

It is early morning and more bats have appeared overnight. I examined the body today to find several teeth marks in the stiff skin. I’m worried the bats may drain him of blood, so I returned the favor by ripping one open. I wonder what will happen if I inject the bat blood instead of my own?’

“What are you doing?!” 

Felix jumped at Hyunjin’s shocked voice, nearly dropping his syringe. “Damnit, Hyunjin!” he cursed, “Have you ever thought of knocking?”

“Mother says dinner is ready,” he replied innocently. “She said to take a break from your laboratory to come eat. She thinks you spend too much time here.”

“I’m busy.”

He walked over to Felix’s work table. He saw the small bowl of thick, crimson blood, the bat carcass, and an empty syringe. “What are you doing? Hoping by getting injected with bat blood you’ll grow wings?” he teased, laughing quietly at his own joke. 

“Oh hush,” Felix nudged him. He pulled out blood from the bowl with the needle halfway. He’d start with a small measurement and see the results. Worst case will be that nothing happens. “I saw the bats drinking his blood. It made me wonder what sort of effect their blood will have on him. I never experimented with animals before.” 

Hyunjin whistled as he looked along the ceiling. “There are certainly a lot of them,” he said, “So you have plenty of supplies.” 

Felix snorted in agreement, then took the needle over to the body. He found a vein rising up from the skin, so it took little effort to inject him. As he did this, he noticed a sudden shift in the room around him. All the black bats, big and small, ruffled their wings as he emptied the syringe into your body. Hyunjin and Felix stayed still, watching the creatures come to life around them. He heard the creatures shriek and hiss. Felix thought they might attack him and his brother, but just as it came, the animals quickly settled down again. 

“Huh,” he said, “Curious.” 

“Okay, that’s odd,” said Hyunjin, nervously. “Was that supposed to happen?”

“Not sure.”

“I’m getting out of here,” Hyunjin said, turning away from the table, “Dinner is ready. Come on.”

Felix put his tools aside, and followed Hyunjin out of the laboratory. When he appeared at the dinner table, his mother noted that he smelled like bats. 

“There are some hanging around the dungeons,” he told her, picking up his soup spoon. Even though they fed off flesh and blood, his mother insisted they still eat with proper manners. She told her sons if they fed directly from their prey like animals, they’d be no better than Heisenberg and his trio of mongrels. “I guess their scent clung onto me.” 

“He was experimenting with their blood, Mother,” Hyunjin said, digging into his own meal. “He wants to grow wings and fly.”

“I do not,” Felix laughed, tossing a napkin ring at Hyunjin, who dodged it expertly. 

"Ugh, the mere thought of those beasts makes my skin crawl," she shuddered. "I thought Ignatius killed them all."

"He must have missed a few," Felix replied. "They do not bother me, Mother. Do not worry yourself over them." 

Her appreciative smile reassured him. 

***

Day 3:

Came into the lab to find more bats. Most of them have taken spots around the body, as if guarding it from me. Mother thought there was a nest in one of the towers, and sent a servant to go exterminate them. I cut his throat before he could do such a thing. I can’t let anyone interfere in what I’m doing. I told Minho I’m close. I can feel it. Every time I see a change, I sense the final result coming. 

It seems the bats give life to the body each time they feed from him. His skin is no longer waxy or graying, but smooth and fresh. While his body temperature remains below 21 degrees celsius, I discovered the muscles have regained mobility. I have noticed other transformations as well. The curves of the body’s ears have pointed upwards, and his toenails and fingernails have blackened. They’ve grown into sharp claws that draw blood at the slightest touch. I believe this is the nocturnal beasts’ doing.'

"Do you think he'll be like Jimin?"

Hyunjin's question startled him. He turned in his seat to see his brother sitting right beside the body. He’d come from hunting outside; Felix could smell the pine and fresh air clinging to his scent. He saw his younger brother observe the body solemnly. 

"Possibly," said Felix. "We won't know until he wakes up."

Hyunjin crossed his arms on the table and rested his head on them, unbothered by the bats and their droppings. He scanned over your profile as if told to memorize you. "I dreamed about him last night. Jiminie, I mean."

"You did?"

"Yes," he said, not looking at Felix. "He was standing in the forest, smiling with a snowball in his hand. He dared me to come chase him, saying he'd kiss me if I caught him. He looked beautiful; more beautiful than he did in life. I started chasing him around the forest. I could hear his laughter in the distance, as if it was coming from everywhere and yet nowhere. I saw him…I think he was underneath trees? I was flying to him when…" he gulped thickly, "When the wind grew harsher and colder. It started kicking up snow, and I couldn’t see him. I could hear him calling out to me, crying and begging for me to help him and…and…”  

Felix pictured the scene in his mind: Jimin standing in the middle of a forest clearing, fresh snowflakes melting on his cheeks and wearing his usual daring smile. He loved to challenge his older brothers, laughing when they lost to his games. Hyunjin in particular fell for them, but thinking about it now, it must've been on purpose. Hyunjin must've done it to make Jimim smile and laugh. He always made him laugh. 

"I miss him."

"So do I."

"I want him back,” he said in a voice thick with tears.

“We can’t bring him back, Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin said nothing else. He only stared at you, tears spilling down his cheeks. Felix put down his pen and walked to Hyunjin. He brushed his hand through Hyunjin’s dark hair, letting it slide between his fingers as he felt his scalp. The motion soothed his brother, whose sobs subsided gradually. 

“I wish we could.”

“Me too.” 

***

Day 4:

It is just past noon and already the body shows signs of life. A strong heartbeat, steady breathing, and natural color are starting to return. This subject appears to be taking on a bat-like form with the shape of his ears and hands resembling their features. I wonder if he’ll grow wings as well-’

Felix had been in the middle of his report when a loud bang caught him (and the bats) off guard. Dropping his pencil, he turned to see Hyunjin materialize in front of him. Panicked and anxious, Hyunjin spoke quickly:

“Mother’s coming!”

“What?!”

“She found out that you killed the exterminator she sent up to the tower, and she's coming to speak to you,” he replied, not bothered by the unsettled bats. "I think she suspects you!"

“Felix!” 

He heard his mother’s voice come from behind the door, heavy steps getting louder and louder. Panic hitched a breath up his throat, and he barely had time to cover anything up before the door slammed open. Lady Alcina Dimitrescu walked in, her eyes cold and angry as they scanned the room. The bats, having been startled by her appearance, suddenly shifted and fluttered around which made her flinch a moment. However, it became clear her anger far outweighed her phobia. 

“What is going on here?” she asked, eyes gazing down at her second eldest. She spotted the body, and gasped softly, “Felix, what are you doing?” 

“Mother,” he began carefully, “I can explain-”

“-Did you not heed Mother Miranda’s commands? Did I not tell you to stop these fruitless experiments? If Mother Miranda were to find out what you’ve done with the Ca-Argh, these foul beasts!” 

She swatted a bat away from her as it passed, and glared at Felix. Her long legs took her over to him in a few strides, and a hand on the back of his collar lifted him from the floor. He could’ve spun out of her grasp, but he wouldn’t dare. She’d kill him, if he did that. She brought him upstairs into the corridor leading down into his laboratory, rounding on him furiously.

"Mother Miranda strongly opposed this," she seethed. "You are wasting perfectly good resources on these damned experiments of yours!"

"No, Mother, I'm 'wasting' Mother Miranda’s resources," he spat back at her. Why did she not understand? Did she not see what he was doing? "Resources she is using to make a daughter that's already dead!"

"And what are you doing?" She remarked. "Are you not doing this to replace the brother you had lost?" 

"No," he stood up straight, "I'm making something far greater."

"Oh?"

He heard it before she did. It echoed somewhere behind her, flowing through the open dungeon doors and into the corridor. High screeches mingled with growls came sounding through, followed by shattering glass and cracking wood. Felix ignored his mother completely, focusing on the sound. It came from his laboratory. He turned to Hyunjin, who'd followed them, and knew by his wide eyes that he heard it as well. 

"Must you continue to bring these failures upon us?" She wept, tears glistening in her eyes and falling down her cheeks. "Have we not suffered enough? These experiments of yours have only brought hopes that cannot be met. Mother Miranda has already forbidden these trials of yours; she will be furious when she discovers what you’ve done. I am locking that dungeon-"

"-Mother-" he could hear all the bats in the dungeon flapping their wings, crying out from below. Yet, he heard a noise sticking out in the symphony of calls. It was louder and sharper on the ears, with a low growl at the end. He gently reached for Alcina. 

"-I am speaking, young man!" She sobbed. "It is already hard enough having lost Jimin! Now, you are bringing on more sorrow and shame to our house!-"

"-Mother, please move from the door-" they flew up the staircases now. Felix could hear them. Whatever it was, he heard loud scrapings against the stone walls and snarling cries from the beast. Yes, it is a beast. 

"-This endeavor can bring her wrath on all of us! We would be no better than those dogs in the factory! You are to stop this experiment of yours right now, and we will never talk of this to anyone! If any of those of lords found out about this, we'd be in serious trouble-”

"-Mother, look out!" 

Felix and Hyunjin immediately rushed at their mother, who screamed right as a swarm of bats shot out from the dungeon doors. In a gust of wind, the swarm remained tightly formed together and spiraling down the quiet corridor. When they passed, Felix did not wait for words of caution or shock. Starting with a run, his thick mass of flies barrelled through after the bats. Excitement and amazement rolled around in his stomach. He was not sure what he'd done, but he'd created something. 

The bats reached a window at the end of the hall, which led out into a walkway between towers. Felix followed them out into the frozen air, almost on the tail of the last bat in the swarm, circling the bell tower up to the very top and then back down. He raced ahead as it zigzagged between more towers and structures around the castle. He'd just passed over the rooftops when he noticed Minho and Hyunjin at his heels. He could hear their delighted laughter over the rushing winds, both of them weaving in and out of one another below him. Felix raced ahead until he came level with the bat swarm. He needed to see how long you could stay in this form before landing. The cold did not seem to bother you, and you moved with much more speed than any of them. 

The four masses moved throughout the castle, briefly coming back inside. They broke through doors, circled rooms, and then went back outside to the open garden where their mother stood waiting. They rounded the center before finally landing in front of her. Alcina did not say anything as you appeared in front of her, snarling and growling. Felix took a better look at you. Your body tensed in his defensive stance, blackened claws ready to strike. You were strong. You were mean. You were exactly what they needed to defeat the Huntsman. Felix saw two fangs poking out from the straight line of teeth, which looked as if they could rip through anything. Black eyes glared at the four Dimitrescus angrily, his mouth curving into a snarl. 

“What…” you began, “Have you done to me?” 

Felix stared in confusion. He studied his creation from afar. His mother wrote in her journal that he and his brothers looked at her like newborns. They remembered nothing before they'd been given the parasite. Yet, you looked at him with fury in your eyes. 

"You remember?" He asked, surprised. 

"Of course I remember," he spat. "I remember everything. I remember you…you strapping me down and cutting me open; you sticking that vile little beast inside me, and feeling it move around in my stomach. It…" he gave a look of disgust, "What did you do to me? What am I?"

"I made you great," Felix sighed, marveling at your form. You turned out so much better than he'd hoped. "I made you powerful. Don't you feel it inside you? You must feel something. Tell me everything. Anything. I need to know what it is you are feeling right now.” He spoke with eagerness. He stepped closer to you, not bothered by your fangs or claws now. 

“You made me a monster!”

“I gave you a gift,” he said gently. “I gave you something so few are privileged and strong enough to receive. I have given you a life far greater than the one you had before.”

“The life I had was good because it was mine!” You argued. 

“Your family was poor and starving,” Hyunjin came up beside Felix, not scared of the irritated creature before them, “Your father’s corn crops aren’t fruitful and your mother’s sickness worsens with each passing day.”

“But they were my family! You cannot take someone away from their family and perform these-these experiments on them!” Felix noticed a glossy black color overtook your eyes in an instant, flashing in your anger. “I was a person! I was a human being, and you made me a monster! A damned abomination! I had a family, a life! You took that from me!”

“Then go to them,” Minho challenged. Eyes focused directly on you, he stepped between his brothers and this new threat. “Go back to your family, and see how long you last around them before they realize what you are.”

“Wha-what?” You appeared caught off by the question, gazing back into Felix intently. 

“If your human life was so wonderful and your family truly would want you back, then go,” he said. “But, don’t expect them to accept what you’ve become,” he inched closer despite their mother’s soft gasp. “Once they see what you've turned into, they'll cast you out or worse.”

“It was your family who sent you in the first place,” said Felix. “They knew what might happen to you here, and they still sent you. What sort of family sacrifices one to save the others?”

“Especially to such a cruel death,” Hyunjin said, circling him. Felix saw the seduction building in his eyes once he saw you wouldn’t lunge at him. “We could've drained you slowly in our dungeons. You could be hanging up from the ceiling with your life slowly slipping out of you. That doesn't sound very fun to me.”

“They'd do even worse if they saw you now,” Felix added. “They burn people at the stake in your village, don't they?”

You stayed posed in defense. You knew they were right. The simpletons in the nearby village based their opinions and beliefs on superstitions and ignorance. They feared the beasts that lived in the woodlands and mountains around them, and believed their little trinkets might protect them. Felix might not always agree with Mother Miranda but he admired her control over the villagers. They truly thought of her as their savior and protector, when it was far from true. Surely, you'd come to know that with time and then your own beliefs would be shattered. 

“Stay with us,” Hyunjin hissed softly to you, “And live a fruitful life.”

“Stay with us,” Minho said, circling your other side, “And never die, never grow old or sick. You would be invincible. You would be unstoppable.”

“I will make you great,” Felix told you. “After I'm done with you, you will be stronger than any beast that roams these lands. Does that not sound better than whatever pitiful life you lived before?”

You hesitated, your eyes glancing between the four of them. “I would care for you,” Alcina said gently. “I would be your mother and keep you close. Nobody will harm you as long as I am alive, Darling. You will want for nothing with me.”

You still did not speak. You gave them each one more look before you turned on the spot. Your swarm of bats fluttered around them as you shot back up into the air. Felix moved to follow but his mother steadied his shoulder. 

“Let him go,” she said. “Let him sort himself out on his own.” She then narrowed her eyes, “You and I still have much to discuss, young man.”

“Mother!”

She grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and carried him back to the castle. His brothers cackled delightfully behind them. 

****

You flew far from the castle. Everything felt more real than before. You could hear everything from a humming bird's heartbeat to the farmer toiling in his field. The crisp winter air filled your lungs, the trees and leaves in the winds as you blew through them. Trees cracked and animals fled as you zoomed through them. What had they done to you? The confusion of waking up left your mind whirling. The oncoming bombardment of senses woke you from the lifeless sleep you’d entered after Felix cut you open. You’d heard angry voices and the shrieking of your bats. It drew you from sleep like water through cracks. You’d felt yourself slowly rising, and then coming up all at once. The panic from the confusion drove you to burst from the room, wanting to escape them and this new, strange feeling inside you. 

Familiarity. Home. You need that.  

You finally stopped on the outskirts of your village. The longing for home hit you as you saw the wooden houses and frozen crops in the clearing of trees. The creek you'd grown up alongside still ran freezing waters over black rocks, and the trees around it remained as dead as when you left. Home felt more like home than before. As you breached the threshold, you wanted to believe you were right. Your family, regardless of what they'd done, would not turn you away. The other villagers might, but not your mother. She'd hold you close and tell you she loved you. Her warmth is what you craved in such a dizzying world. 

You followed the path back home through the tall dead crops. Their hard stalks brushed your bare skin, and you stomped through them with careful footing. The world was quiet in the morning hours. Far too quiet. Before, you might have thought nothing of it, but you did not feel that way anymore. Every step echoed throughout the quietness, and the earthy air carried a thicker scent on it. The scent of sweat and blood coming through the stalks and tall grass kept you on your toes. Soon, you heard them. Their low grunting and snorting came to you loud and clear from somewhere nearby. The monsters the villagers always spoke of came to mind. Men who’d been turned into feral beasts who seek nothing but flesh and blood. Mother Miranda kept the villagers safer from them, but you sensed that might not be fully true.

It came at you at the edge of the crop. It reeked of death, saliva and blood dripping between its sharp teeth and staining its hands. You let out a high pitched sound in surprise, and instantly slashed at its face. Panic rushed through you as you started swinging your claws at him, more high screams coming from your throat. They mixed with the beasts’ low growls and snarls, the two of you colliding in strong grapples. Its body felt like a rock, hard and rough as it pushed against yours. Whenever you pushed, it pushed back twice as hard. The stench of blood and sweat suffocated you; the sprays of drool and dampness of its breath on your skin sickened you. The creature howled as you ripped through its flesh, drawing dark red blood that splattered the withered leaves near him. Taking advantage of the moment, you sunk your teeth down into its shoulder. It tasted stale and sour; it should make you gag, but you still bit. 

When their nails scratched up your back, you twirled with the creature in your arms. The bats bit and scratched at your prey, who tried swiping them off as they wrapped around his body. Blood watered the ground below by the time they’d twisted its neck and removed the head completely. When you came back down, the bats rejoining your body and making you a whole being again, you saw the destruction you’d caused. The torso was bitten and torn into, with the head and one arm lying nearby in the grass. You took deep breaths, their stench still in your nose and blood in your mouth. You had the urge to spit it out.

But you also had the urge to devour the corpse.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you fought off the temptation and wiped your mouth clean. Coming home covered in blood would not be a good look. It’ll frighten your mother, for sure. Finding a low stream, you splashed the freezing water on your face and rinsed the blood from your mouth. You wondered how the monster came so close to the village. It made you question Mother Miranda more. Walking, you listened for more of them, knowing the scent of blood might lure them to you. Your adrenaline kicked up throughout your walk into the village. You didn’t see a single soul as you stepped over the snow covered grounds, passing empty homes and buildings. The familiarity of your village did not make you feel any safer. Felix was unfortunately right to a point: your fellow neighbors did not take well to anything strange. You shuddered remembering what they’d done to Maritza, an elderly woman who lived at the outskirts of town. Someone claimed she’d been casting spells on her daughter, visiting her as an apparition and tormenting her at night. Everyone believed them because the child had several scratches and marks on her body. Even you believed it once. You’d expected her to be shunned from the village, become an outcast to never be seen again. Instead, the villagers burned her at the stake. You could still smell the burning flesh.

After a short time, you came upon a familiar gate up the road. Dark green with rust on the sides, your family kept the gate closed at all times. Your father said it worked as an extra safety precaution in case intruders tried getting inside. You often asked who’d want to harm your family, but he never answered. Now, with its skin still under your nails, you know who. Unable to get through the locked gate, you tried figuring out a way over it instead. Nothing seemed as obvious as flying over it, which you did with immense ease. You didn’t know you’re able to dematerialize into bats, but you saw the benefits it’ll provide your family. Walking through the snow, you grinned seeing the front door. Right behind it is your mother, likely sitting in her rocking chair knitting a scarf or sweater. You already saw her smile as you knocked on the door.

Nobody answered. You found that strange. You knocked again, but no answer.

“Mama? Papa? It’s me, YN,” you said through the door. “I’ve come home. Please, open the door.” You jiggled the knob, and banged on the door. “Mama, please! Open the door!”

You heard the door latch, and it opened slowly. It was your father. Shaking, fear in his eyes, you noticed he held a shotgun. He kept it pointed right at you. He must’ve seen you through the eyehole in the door. You put your hands up in surrender.

“Papa, what are you doing?” you asked in shock. “It’s me. It’s YN, your son.”

“You’re not my son. You’ve become one of those monsters up at the castle,” he grunted, cocking his gun. “Get out of here or I’ll shoot.”

“Papa, please. I’m not like them. If I was, I wouldn’t be here,” you tried convincing him. “Where’s Mama? She’ll tell you. It’s me. It’s your boy.” You stared down the barrel of the gun, tears starting to fill your eyes. “I’ve come home, Papa. I can…I can do new things now. I can protect you from the monsters. I can kill them, Papa. You won’t need to lock the gate anymore or be afraid to hunt in the woods. I could hunt for you, and bring you and Mama-”

“-You won’t bring us anything but death,” your father interrupted you. “Stay back, before I shoot!”

“Willhem?”

Your mother appeared in the hallway behind him. Your heart leapt at the sight of her. “Mama, tell him it’s me.”

“YN?” she said, sounding in disbelief. “How did you get here?”

“He’s a monster now, Lena. I told you they’d either kill him or turn him into one of them.”

“Mama, please, tell him to put the gun down.”

“How did you escape them?” She came up behind your father, and she gasped.

“I flew away,” you said hurriedly. “The Lady…Her son did something to me. He put something inside me that makes me turn into bats. I can fly, Mama. I told Papa I could protect-”

“-You need to leave,” she cut you off. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Mama…” her harsh words pulled down all your hopes.

“If they find out you’ve returned here, they’ll kill us all,” she continued. “You are supposed to be in the castle. She will be enraged if she learns you came back here.”

“She knows I did. She let me go.”

“For now,” she said. She gave several hard, hacking coughs into her handkerchief which you saw spotted with blood. “How could you come back here?” she asked, voice hoarse from coughing, “Especially given what you are now? She will not send parcels if she knows you’ve come home. You have to go back. We sent you there for a reason.”

“We didn’t think they’d turn you into a monster,” your father said, gun still pointed at you.

It became clear as day. “You knew what was going to happen?”

“Not for certain,” he said. “We saw The Williams’ sent their son and received their food parcels and gold.” He paused, “We were starving, YN, and your mother is ill. The merchant had medicine, but we could not afford it. He suggested sending you to work for The Lady; he did not sugarcoat it for us. He said you’d never return, and if you did, you would not be yourself.”

“You allowed this?” You asked your mother in a whisper. Hot tears spilled down your cheeks to your jaw, your throat tightening as the sobs started forming. “Mama…”

“It was not an easy decision,” she said, “But we thought it was better than you slowly dying from starvation. He said the Lady and her sons would be quick, and it’d be painless.”

“It was far from it,” you told her. “You knew what would happen to me, and still sent me there?”

“We did it to spare you more misery.”

“No, you did it to save your skin,” you sobbed. “How could you…The crops would have grown eventually. We would’ve found a way to survive.”

“Survival these days is by luck and the grace of Mother Miranda,” she said. You saw the pain in her eyes and she put her hand on the doorknob, “Go now, YN, before she sends those creatures after you.”

“Mama, Papa, please.”

“The others will see you eventually,” your father told you. He began walking towards you, the gun still raised, and you instinctively moved back down the steps. “And they will kill you and outcast us for bringing you into the village. It is best for everyone if you left.”

“Mama,” your voice was thick from your sobs, “Mama, don’t do this. I’m still me. I’m still your son, just a little different now.”

“We said leave,” she said more firmly from the doorway.

“Mama, wait!”

“Get out of here before someone sees you,” your father said, gesturing to the gate.

“Papa, please don’t do this.”

“I said out, you abominable beast,” he said harshly.

With shaking fingers, you opened the gate behind you. He roughly pushed you through it, then shut the gate quickly. Your fists pounded on the door as you called out to him. They could not cast you aside so easily. They were your parents. They were meant to be your protectors. You cried out for them, seeing your fists starting to put dents in the metal. After a few more cries, you realized the truth. Your parents had given up on you. They’d sold you for gold and some food. You put your forehead to the gate, savoring the last bits of home through the cold metal, as you wept. Every happy moment spent in this house flashed before you. Had they loved you at all? Perhaps you’d always been a burden, yet they saw no proper way of getting rid of you until now. They’d sent you to a fate worse than death.

You stayed by the gate, unable to stop sobbing, before you heard the sound of footsteps coming up the road. People. You knew by the smell reaching your nose. If they saw you, they’d be as frightened as they’d been of Maritza. Bending your knees, you launched yourself into the air and became the bats again. You cried harder now in the safety and quietness of the air. The truth became bitter in your throat. Visions of your father with his gun and your mother’s stern face made it harder to swallow. You flew far away from the village, no longer wishing to see the place where your biggest heartache lived, and landed in the middle of the forest. You didn’t know where and you didn’t care. The silence of the forest made it easier to absorb everything. Slumping against the tree, you tried breathing out the tightness in your chest. Your tears did not stop even in the silence.

You sunk to the ground, head in your hands as you cried.

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A/N: Poor baby!! It was obvious, but sometimes we need that confirmation, right? I'm glad people are enjoying this series, I really didn't think many would lol Reblog and like <3

#pete getting called out on his horny bs

I’m the ghost that tickles ur feet at 3am

...what :D

SO… I finally got around to drawing for once hahaha

Pretty much inspired by conversations with @askbloatedbellyblog and @dumdumdrawstumtums… and my own thirst for this handsome shark man >>;;;;;;;

Maybe I’ll draw more often WHO KNOWS, but anywho… kinda proud of this, it’s not too bad so please enjoy~