#&. ( v. when words fail music speaks )

[coqvttes]

୨୧― 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠. 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧

୨୧˚ synopsis: your dad sends his best friend officer grimes to pick up his precious daughter from a party, but things get heated when rick punishes you for resisting an officer.

୨୧˚ warnings: nsfw 16+ only, p in v, petnames, crying, teasing, spanking, fem!reader, sub!reader, dbf!rick, dom!rick, age gap, creampie, rough sex, manhandling, mentions of handcuffs, public sex, lmk if i forgot anything!

୨୧˚ wc: 1.4k for @pillow-princess-69 ‘s request <3

“you’re coming with me, sweetheart,” he says, giving you no chance to answer or even breathe before he’s hoisting you up and practically throwing you over his broad shoulder. you squeal as he holds you firmly in place. 

“noooooo, rick, im having fun!” you wail, smacking his shoulder as if it would do any damage. he shakes his head as he heads back towards the front door, his hand holding you by the waist, fingers so dangerously close to your arse.

“‘m staying here!” pleading, you kick your legs up in the air, causing his grip on your side to tighten. He pays you no attention as he pushes through the crowd of people holding red cups and dancing to the awfully loud music. 

he manages to get past the front door and he pulls the door of his police patrol car open, leaning down to plop you down in the passenger seat. he slams your door shut before getting in the driver's seat. 

“seatbelt,” he orders, but you ignore him and huff as you cross your arms, gosh you never fail to give him the usual attitude. he rolls his eyes before leaning over you to click your seatbelt on for you like a child.

“i’m not a baby! it was just a party. it’s only midnight! you just had to barge in and ruin it.” you complain, glaring at him. 

“your dad sent me to pick you up, so i’m just doing my job, and i don’t want you to get drunk and get yourself into trouble.”

he starts the engine up and rests his hand on the back of your headrest to reverse, but you don’t even hear him as your attention is focused entirely on his beefy arm as he’s trying to reverse out of the driveway. 

“officer, is it true that you get to take your handcuffs home?” 

his brow raises, and he gives you a curious expression before nodding. 

“yes, i take my cuffs home with me, got em right here,” he says, taking a hand off the wheel to show you the cuffs that hang on the belt of his trousers. you smile before speaking again.

“do you use them when you have sex?”

his expression changes to complete shock, and his cheeks burn as he spares you a glance. his expression is priceless as he fumbles with his words, unsure of how to answer such a question.

“i’d let you put me in handcuffs, officer. grimes,” you whisper, trailing your fingers slowly up his tense thigh before hastily grabbing onto his prominent bulge in his trousers, palming him cheekily.

oh now you’ve done it. He abruptly stops the car in the middle of nowhere, as it seems. you smirk as you try to read his emotions as he switches gears before pulling his seatbelt off. he gets out of the car before looping around to your side, opening the passenger door.

“get out.” he pulls you out by the arm roughly and slams the door shut, maneuvering you over to the hood of the car as you stumble along.

“you need to watch your mouth, sweetheart. saying things like that to a man might get you into some trouble, you know?” 

his voice is deep and throaty, and your cunt is practically drooling for him as he bends you over the bonnet of the car, his palm pressing down on the dip of your back, just above your arse. 

“‘m sorry, officer, are you gonna have to punish me?” you tease, wiggling your arse at him, practically taunting him. 

“god, you’ve been testing my patience, sweetheart. you know how long i’ve had to hold back from putting you in your place? god if it wasn’t for your dad, i would’ve fucked you by now.” 

rick practically growls as he flips up your little skirt, smiling when he sees how your cute little cotton panties have a dark wet spot down the middle, right where your precious cunt is.

“awww you wet for me, darlin?” he coos, rubbing his calloused thumb over the dampness of your panties, pressing down ever so gently. he grins satisfactorily as you let out a quiet whimper, arching your back into the pleasure.

his fingers sneak into your panties and cup your glistening mound before tugging them down entirely, pulling them off your legs before stuffing them in his pocket, but you don't know that. 

you gasp and turn your head around as you hear his belt unbuckling before he tugs his trousers and briefs down just enough so that he can pull his dick out. he’s so hard, his angry head is leaking with pre-cum from your previous teasing. 

he rubs the tip against your weeping cunt a few times before he pushes inside of you, groaning throatily. you lunge forward from the sudden intrusion and gasp out his name. 

his hand rests on the dip of your back, and his other rests on the curve of your arse. he sheathes himself inside you entirely before pulling out halfway, his movements are slow, and you whine impatiently. just as you’re about to complain, he starts thrusting in and out of your hole mercilessly.

knocking the air out of your lungs, you feel the drag of his dick in your gummy walls as he fucks you into oblivion. your knees buckle, and you lose your balance, but his strong, muscular arms hold you up against the car firmly.

god forbid, if any car drove past you, you’d both be down for public indecency, but it’s 4 a.m. and nobody drives down these roads at this hour. besides, he’s the law around here; he’s never letting anything happen to you, not on his watch.

rick cruelly pounds into your cunt, whispering filthy nonsense about how he’s been waiting so long to do this and how much of a brat you are. 

none of it makes sense in your dumb mind. with the feeling of his dick bullying into you, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been waiting for this too. 

“r-rick! faster!” you cry, your voice wobbling slightly as your body lunges forward with each of his thrusts. 

“say it properly,” he tuts, bringing his palm up before smacking it on the softness of your arse. whimpering through tears, you barely manage.

“p-please officer, faster-!” he lets out a hum of approval before picking up his pace, now brutally snapping his hips against yours. 

it’s all too much with the rough groans coming from his throat, the lewd smacking noises of his hips snapping against yours, and your slutty moans. your climax nears as you chant his name like a prayer. 

he pounds into you in an almost animalistic manner, his hands gripping onto your waist so tight you swear you’ll bruise later. drool dripping down the corner of your lips at how deliciously filthy he’s fucking you. 

“ohh rickkk, mm!” you moan delightedly as your cunt clenches around him, pleasure washing over you entirely as you lose yourself around him. he follows up shortly, releasing his cum inside you with a broken moan.

“sweetheart”

he slowly exhales as he pulls out of your heat, warm cum spilling out of your used hole as you remain bent over his car, cunt clenching around nothing as he leaves you empty. 

“thank you, officer.” you giggle, pulling your panties back up.

“fuck, your dad’s gonna kill me.” he sighs, zipping his trousers back up and smirking at you. 

“not if he doesn’t find out.” you smile at him cheekily, approaching him, and he leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. you lean up to whisper, “next time, i’ll let you cuff me, officer.” you grin before walking past him to get back into the car.

he stands there, dumbfounded and wondering if he should just take you in the back of the car right now. he doesn’t think he can wait till next time, whenever next time is…

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[officalroyalsofpierreland]

Wedding of HRH Prince Oliver, Duke of Rothsey & HIH Madame Hortense of Francesim Part 3

Stéphane: Indeed my young friend, Madame Hortense and her brother, Emperor Napoleon V, have arrived. And I must say…she looks like a dream. Travis: That she does. I must say, Lady Evie has outdone herself. The call backs to Madame Mere’s own wedding dress, yet it has a beautiful high neckline to show off the new parure that Madame Hortense is wearing.

Stéphane: Ah it is new? New jewels are rare for royal families! Travis: Not for Scots! When a woman joins the family, it is tradition that the groom and his family will each gift the bride a piece of jewelry. Prince Oliver went for the beautiful pearl showcasing tiara while his parents went with the string of pearls.

Stéphane: It is quite a beautiful tradition! We are now seeing that His Holiness is speaking to Emperor Napoleon and Madame Hortense prior to them heading up the aisle. The emotions they must be feeling. Travis: Absolutely. A day of joy that has this slight tinge of sadness. I think we can all not help think of the missing presence of Napoleon IV especially when seeing moments like the one currently.

Travis: And the trumpets of the Royal Household and the Royal Air Force sound. This grouping signifies that Prince Oliver will one day be commander in chief as all military branches take part. Stéphane: And with that, we shall focus on the ceremony with Travis and I making light commentary.

Music

Travis: See The Conquering Hero Comes by Handel…very fitting for this military man to enter with. Also, what his father entered too. Stéphane: The groom and his best man head to the altar escorted by Cardinal MacMillian.

Travis: Meanwhile on the other side of the Cathedral, the other clergy men including the Holy Father being their procession up the aisle.

Stéphane:  And now, Prince Oliver waits patiently with the Holy Father for his bride to be.

Music Change

Stéphane:  Ave verum corpus by Mozart…a beautiful musical selection. Travis: Absolutely. It is invoking ethereal while maintaining solemness to this moment.

Travis: And behind the bride is her bridal party, Prince Lenerd has already mastered the royal wave to camera.

Stéphane: Meanwhile, a front view of Madame Hortense and the Emperor. A beautiful and stunning bride.

Stéphane: They have reached the altar, here we can see the lace detailing on the back and sleeves.

Travis: A brief exchange between the Emperor and Prince Oliver and a rare display of affection, right Stéphane? Stéphane: That is correct! In fact I believe the Emperor stepped forward to initiate the hug. They are soon to be brothers.

Pope Gregorious: Oliver and Hortense, the Church shares your joy and warmly welcomes you, together with your families and friends, as today, in the presence of God, you establish between yourselves a lifelong partnership. May the Lord grant your hearts’ desire and fulfill every one of your prayers. Amen

Travis: And now the couple is moving to take their seats for the readings…and this is such a tender moment as King Phillippe of the Ionian Union, cousin to the bride, reads first.

Phillippe: A reading from Song of Songs ...My lover belongs to me and I to him. He says to me: “Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm;

Phillippe: For stern as death is love, relentless as the nether world is devotion; its flames are a blazing fire. Deep waters cannot quench love, nor floods sweep it away. The Word of the Lord. Stéphane: And Now, Crown Prince Louis of Pierreland. Cousin of the Groom.

Louis: A reading from the 1st Letter of Saint Paul to the Corinthians. ...Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, is not pompous, it is not inflated, it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests,

Louis: it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. The Word of the Lord.

Fr. Carter: A reading from the holy Gospel according to Matthew. He said in reply, “Have you not read that from the beginning the Creator made them male and female and said, For this reason a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh? So they are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore, what God has joined together, man must not separate.” The Gospel of the Lord.

Fr. Carter: Good morning Your Majesties, Highness, Graces, and everyone from the simverse as we are all here to celebrate HIH Madame Hortense of Francesim marry HRH Prince Oliver, Duke of Rothsey. I am Father Andrew Carter, a Scots Royal Army Chaplain who the lovely couple gave the honor of guiding them through counseling. “For This reason a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.”

Fr Carter: Today is a transformative day for Oliver and Hortense, as they leave the houses of their childhoods, to join together and to create a new family unit. A family that loves and serves together. This is what every marriage strives for, as several of the royal and imperial guests can attest too. To be role models, to show the world that true and lasting love exists, that it endures, and that it is the source of good. This is your charge Oliver and Hortense. And may we all support you in it.

Stéphane: A beautiful sermon by Father Carter. Very moving.

@empiredesimparte @funkyllama

[jmdbjk]

My head is spinning...

Let's spend the next two weeks (or however long) arguing about who, what, when, where, when we could be enjoying content or music.

Yes, it's all over the news media and social media: RM, V, Jimin and Jungkook will enlist December 11 and 12.

Buzzwords being used: companion enlistment and battalion, company, barracks, training center... etc.

The more information is reposted and quoted, the more it gets twisted because words get left out, translations aren't clear and people generally misinterpret what they are reading because most social media posts are not complete sentences (omg the internet is ruining language writing and reading comprehension skills).

The initial report was RM and V would be going to a training center together (or at least at the same time/same date) in the "rear" and Jimin and Jungkook were going to one on the "front" and this base is organized so that it is considered on the "frontline." The initial report implied all 4 would be at the same location, 2 going to the front training center, 2 going to the rear training center.

Then reports began to surface that Jimin and Jungkook had chosen "companion enlistment." Which is a thing and they very well could have done. Siblings, relatives, friends, can request this but only for those whose birthday is 1995 or after.

After all of that, somehow, now we have Jimin and Jungkook going to the training center where Jin is located. Which may or may not be true.

You might even start seeing stuff about men with tattoos that are visible if they wore a singlet (tank top) or short pants are not eligible for training instructor assistant positions and therefore that's why they chose companion enlistment. (??!! eh?) That one is all over the place, I'm not sure what the accurate explanation is.

It's a frenzy of confusion. We don't know for sure. We won't know for sure until the day of, when I'm POSITIVE the media will be camped out along the roads into those military boot camp facilities with their cameras set up on tripods waiting for the black KIA Carnivals to show up.

Just me typing this and posting it will add to the never-ending confusion. I would rather talk about Jungkook explaining how the buttons failed him onstage during Fake Love or the quantity of naked Jimin we've seen in the last few days...

One thing I will say with conviction is that they were committed to this plan. They tried to tell us that. They did their best to remind us that 2025 was the target. Yes, they had some things to wrap up, some important things to finalize this year and some stuff that was hard to pin down. But in their minds and on paper, they had the general plan.

And I will also say that when they are all discharged, they will hit the ground running. They didn't do all of this extensive planning to be discharged and sit on their ass for a while to get used to being a civilian again. They're gonna kick ass as soon as they land, shoot some footage for an MV and get the show on the road.

Next year (which is a month away) there will be a ramp up when its time for Jin to be back with us, then Hobi, and then we'll be on the downhill side of all of this enlistment business and the wheels will start turning to get us all whipped up again. Stadiums will have been booked years in advance (as we speak they are being booked). They've got this plan in motion already.

All that being said, I hope our men do well, stay healthy, safe and without drama until June 2025 when they will be discharged from active military duty.

[texasagocarafe]

I. a Breath and a Sigh | AJ SHABEEL

word count: 700+

warning: none

a/n: this story is a slow burn so therefore, the beginning of this story will be SLOW. please bear with me as this story progresses.

oktylybyexx.

texas.

She lives in music, in words, in the fires of heart.

You locked your eyes into your reflection as you sat on the wooden floor. One long breath in, one long breath out. You focus on steadying the rhythm of your heartbeat before sitting back up. You pause the music on your phone, unplug it from the speakers, and open the camera. Sitting in the window pane light of the setting sun, you press record.

With the slightest smile on your face, you speak into the camera, "Dance tip of the day: When dancing in heels, I usually wear a pair of socks," you giggle as you lift your feet up to show the camera, "I know I look crazy, but trust me, it works! My heels have been blister-free ever since I found out about this hack."

Your giggles subside into a smaller smile as you begin to conclude your video log. "Anyways, I think I'm rambling, so I'm gonna wrap this up," Using your teeth, you drag the hair-tie from your wrist and tie your hair up into a ponytail "I love you all, and I'm grateful beyond words could ever describe for all your support, I'll talk to you guys later!"

You stop recording and place your phone down. You rename the title of the video to 'V-LOG part ii' and place it in the folder titled 'SUPERNOVA: DOCUMENTARY CLIPS' With a content sigh, you overlook the bustle of the city down below.

In New York, you couldn't decide whether you loved or hated the city that never sleeps. You guessed the dilemma could be attributed to the love-hate relationship you've seemed to harbour for your career.

Waiting a day - maybe an extra two, if you're feeling a little more paranoid than usual - before posting any detail about your day. Constantly changing your number due to the previous one being leaked. Creepy fan-mail. Fantasizing about the mundane activity of grocery shopping, knowing damn well you'd get swarmed by the public before setting foot in said grocery store.

Sighing at your thoughts, you take your phone and leave the studio, not before locking it and heading straight to the elevator.

As your phone buzzes, you glance down and roll your eyes at the caller ID. You know exactly what to expect when Leia, your manager, starts hassling you about your schedule. Particularly, the upcoming charity gala.

"I know Leia, this may just be the 50th time you've reminded me, and I'm not being hyperbolic." Don't get me wrong, you love Leia; she's great! But sometimes she can get a little bit brain busy and heavily nit-picky when big events are coming up.

"I'm just saying! This has to be perfect. After all, you're the guest of honour!" You've exited the studio building about 5 minutes ago and are now walking down the busy streets of Brooklyn adorning the usual mask and sunglasses. You quicken your steps, trying to escape the growing buzz behind you.

"Are you even listening to me?!"  You can't help but chuckle.

"Yes, bub, I'm listening. What if I meet you at your place in like" you check your watch "15 minutes and we can sort everything out by tomorrow? How does that sound?" A silent pause of about 5 seconds hangs in the air before you hear Leia sigh and mumble something along the lines of a 'yeahokthatsfineyeah' before hanging up.

You're just about to meet your usual spot where your driver meets you when you hear incoherent unintelligible teenage sounds. Your vision pans to the line of stores across you where a swarm of people have managed to spot your figure across the road. You hurry along to your driver's car parked a few steps ahead and tell him the address as you speed off. You turn back around to see a crowd chasing - and failing - to meet the ends of your car, the screams and chants of your name meeting your ears before you sigh at the following silence. Looking to your side, you spot your hoodie. Must have left it. You put the hoodie on and lay your head against the window.

The shine of the setting sun long gone and replaced with the glorious blues and blacks of the night. The pitter-patter of the rain on the window created a consistent rhythm that hummed you to sleep.

-

Welcome to my new story! I'm surprised I'm actually writing lol. This is just my little world I've created for myself mostly because I'm tired of the lack of source material about my monthly hyper fixations. Aj Shabeel is one of the many cases in point. Right now, I think a hopeful [!!!!] and emotional and funny story is needed. I'm excited to share more of my world to you all.

Ok ty ly bye xx.

Texas.

[moonchild-in-blue]

Hey there! A bit late but i'm here for the ask game! (*´v｀*) I'd like to ask 1, 11, 23, 63, 78 and 88 but i know it's a lot so no pressure, please feel free to ignore any of them if you don't feel like answering it! 🫂💖

Hi!!! Not late, never late! I will put this under the cut because ~lenght~. These are all very good questions, thank you Lev 💙🪲

(What’s your biggest insecurity? Do you like who you are around people? Do you believe in an afterlife? Do you ever get paranoid? What’s one thing you don’t feel comfortable doing around your friends? What kinds of things confuse you?)

1 - What’s your biggest insecurity?

My body, which is such a sad answer, but it's true. I'm working on it. My voice - some people do not take me seriously because I have a "girly voice", especially when stressed, even though it's really not that high pitched. I had to force my Big Girl Sexy Deeper Voice out at my previous job just to get my points across. Again, sad.

Also my inability of expressing my feelings out loud. I write it a lot, but I can't genuinely remember the last time I said the words "I love you" with my own voice.

I know why I am the way I am, and I wish it didn't get to me, but this will be my cross to bear until the end of my days. I think I try to be as loudly affectionate as possible here, because I'm hoping it will make it easier for me irl.

11 - Do you like who you are around people?

Depends on the people, really. I like the way I am around my friends, even if there are parts of me I supress. I wish I was better around my sister - she deserves more than I am, and it frustrates me that I sometimes act like our parents towards her. It kills me inside.

I don't know how to answer in relation to my parents. On one hand, it's very relieving to be amongst people who understand certain parts of me without me having to justify or explain (something about being a 1st gen immigrant child lol). On the other, being at home puts me back to my 16yo mindset, when I was really angry and sad and struggling, and I hate it.

With strangers, it really depends. I am too anxious to notice haha. I just really like to be alone, I suppose. It's easier that way, at least.

23 - Do you believe in an afterlife?

Yes! I am very much Christian, so I do believe in heaven/hell, and the concept of an afterlife.

I don't really talk about it much here, because I know there are so many of you who have been failed and mistreated in the name of religion (which was not how any of this was supposed to happen, and it really breaks my heart) and prefer to steer away, which I 100% understand. Also, some people get extremely weird around Christians, and assume a number of things without even talking to them, so I spare myself the unpleasantness. I hope this makes some sense!

63 - Do you ever get paranoid?

Baby, anxiety is my middle name. I get paranoid about things you could never imagine. 😎 But yeah.

Every time I hear my door bell ringing, or knocking, I always think it's the police coming to get me, even thought the most illegal thing I've done is download music?? And my family is... normal. No suspicious activity or anything, so I really don't understand why. Make it make sense.

78 - What’s one thing you don’t feel comfortable doing around your friends?

There isn't much I'm not comfortable with tbh. My friends have seen me at my worse, and we know almost everything about each other. We've been friends for a very long time.

Maybe just being affectionate? I have a really hard time with that, but it gets easier around them. And they know how unhinged I am about my blorbos, so I don't really need to censor myself haha. I do a little code-switching. I speak a bit differently around my family, and with them I tend to use a more generalised/commonly accepted language, rather then my parent's countries expressions.

88 - What kinds of things confuse you?

LIFE IN GENERAL. How do you make decisons? How do you know you're in the right path?

Math. Cars. Sports. It's all Simlish to me lmao.

[notesofthelivingdead]

I. 

I loved you once.

I loved your voice—otherworldly and pure, without even a hint of ambiguity. It was a light I was drawn to, a siren call so irresistible I found myself utterly consumed by it. You didn’t just speak; you sang my name as though it had been carved into your soul, a melody that seemed too beautiful for this world. Your voice lulled me, a soothing balm for the chaos inside my mind, quieting the storm of thoughts that threatened to tear me apart. In those moments, I was weightless, suspended in a joy so intense, so boundless, that words failed to capture it. It was a joy beyond anything I had ever known, a joy that felt like losing yourself in something infinitely larger, something beyond comprehension.

II. 

I loved you twice.

I loved the way your fingers moved across my skin, as delicate as a pianist caressing the keys of an old, forgotten grand piano. Every touch was a note, every kiss a chord, and together we composed something only the two of us could understand. It was more than just touch; it was creation itself, the birth of a universe between each heartbeat, the death of stars in the space between your lips and my skin. I felt galaxies rise and fall in the wake of your fingertips, the beauty of it so raw, so haunting, that it left me breathless. When you touched me, time bent. The world fell away. And all that remained was the music of us—perfect, fragile, fleeting.

III.

I loved you thrice.

I loved your smile, a smile that was both intoxicating and divine. It wasn’t just the curve of your lips, but the light in your eyes, the way the corners of your mouth betrayed a kind of bashful joy, the kind that left me breathless every time. It was a smile that pulled me in, that made me believe in things I had long since abandoned—hope, beauty, even love itself. That smile wasn’t just an expression; it was a window to a world I couldn’t name but desperately wanted to belong to. When you smiled, I saw heaven itself. No sunrise, no sunset, no breathtaking vista could rival that smile. It was a revelation, a glimpse of eternity, and even God would look upon it and say, “Yes, this is what heaven looks like.”

IV. 

But I loved you more than that.

You came into my life when I was lost, a wandering soul, drowning in shadows I couldn’t escape. You were my light in the dark, my anchor in a storm I thought would never end. You taught me how to feel again—how to love, how to trust, how to breathe without fear. You were the reason I rose each morning, the hope I clung to when everything around me was falling apart. You were my sanctuary, my salvation, and for a time, you were the only thing that made sense in a world that had stopped making sense long ago.

V. 

But then you asked me to stop loving you.

And in that moment, everything shattered. You left me with nothing but the echoes of what we once were name, as though the very sky mourned with me. The thunder roared like the anger I tried to swallow, and the wind—oh, the wind—whispered every memory we shared, taunting me with the taste of your laugh, the warmth of your touch. I thought the quiet might offer peace, but instead, it only made your absence more deafening. The silence wasn’t serene; it was a relentless, suffocating scream that reminded me of everything I had lost, everything I could never reclaim.

VI. 

And I begged… because I loved you.

I begged for another chance, for you to come back, to tell me that it wasn’t over, that we could somehow rebuild the ruins of us. But the truth was clear. I had been holding on to a version of you that no longer existed, if it ever truly had. I had been clinging to a dream, and in doing so, I had hammered my own heart into pieces. I became a prisoner of my love, chained in this dungeon of despair, crying out your name into the emptiness, hoping that somehow you would hear and return. But you didn’t. You never came. And in that desolation, I realized that we live in a world where love can be as cruel as it is beautiful. A world where trust is fragile, easily shattered, and where words, once sweet, can turn to ash in your mouth.

You were my everything, someone I admired, someone I worshipped as if you were a god, a salvation I couldn’t bear to lose. But in the end, you were a warning, one I ignored until it was too late. I let myself believe in your promises, in the fantasy of who I thought you were, not who you really were. You were tainted, stained with the lies I refused to see, and I let those lies blind me. I let them consume me, until all I could see was you, and now all I can do is stare at the wreckage of who I have become. My hands are red with the blood of my own heart, torn apart by the love I gave so freely, a love that was never returned the way I needed it to be.

Because I allowed myself to be held captive by love, and in the end, I became its greatest fool.

VII.

I loved you, and in loving you, I lost myself.

I see that now. I let my entire being revolve around you, thinking that you were my salvation, when in truth, you were the storm that would tear me apart. You were a beautiful disaster, and I was the one who foolishly believed I could weather it. I thought that by holding on, by loving you harder, I could fix what was broken. But now I see that sometimes love isn’t enough. Sometimes love is the very thing that breaks you, that blinds you to the truth, that traps you in a cage of your own making.

VIII.

And so, here I am, left to pick up the pieces of myself, to figure out who I am without you.

To learn how to breathe again without the weight of your name on my tongue. To learn how to exist without the constant pull of you in my heart. It’s a long road, but I know now that I can’t keep walking it for you. I have to walk it for me.

I shall forever hold dear the echoes of our love, but I must now gather the strength to let it go. From this day forth, I shed the chains that bound me, for I’m no longer a prisoner of love’s tender grip… But a seeker of freedom, eager to reclaim the depths of my soul.

[sunsburns]

friend or foe?

pairing: dodge mason x fem!reader

summary: dodge mason has always had a hard time trusting people, but then he found you, and you made his life a little easier to get by. however, after becoming entangled with carp's wicked game of panic, he's starting to doubt your loyalty when you gain more points than him during a challenge.

—or: dodge mason is convinced you’re a traitor after you knock him off the top three

word count: 1.8k+

warnings: SMUT 17+, p in v, unprotected sex, slightly public sex (in a closet at a party), mean!dodge... but let’s be so fr he'd do anything to win panic, dom dodge, no use of y/n, manipulative tactics, situationships, summer hookups, kinda friends with benefits (?)

a/n: the lack of dodge mason fics is unsettling and i knew i had to take one for the team and wrote this short fic i hope yall enjoy!

Dodge Mason is convinced you're working against him. 

In Panic, alliances were unspoken but understood. The game didn't officially recognize teams, but if you wanted to make it far, a little bit of teamwork never hurt anybody. Dodge thought the two of you had that kind of alliance. It was in the stolen glances you shared across the room, each one lingering just a heartbeat longer than necessary. There was a silent communication in the way your eyes would meet and hold, speaking volumes without a single word.

When you suggested he jump from a higher point on the cliff, promising more points, he believed you. And when he whispered the answers to the riddles hidden around Carp, he trusted that you wouldn't use them against him. The time you shoved him out of the way just before he could step onto one of Spurlock's bear traps—saving him from a potentially crippling injury—solidified his belief that you had each other's backs. The memory of the rusted metal teeth, camouflaged under layers of dirt, was a grim reminder of how close he had come to disaster. He owes you his leg, maybe even his life, this summer.

But gratitude turned bitter when you emerged from the farm with triple the items he had managed to gather. The look of triumph on your face as you snapped your haul with photos, pulling yourself from seventh place to the top three, was a knife in his back. Each item you produced knocked him, and the others, further down the rankings. 

Dodge felt his blood run hot the next day as you walked with a noticeable pep in your step, grinning from ear to ear. The pride radiating from you was like salt in a wound. As if to make matters worse, Dodge's anger simmered when he spotted you giggling on a lawn chair with Ray Hall at your side during the Players' Ball. 

You hold a plastic cup loosely in your hand, leaning closer to Ray to hear him over the music. Your short dress rides up as you lean in, but you don't seem to mind, bursting into another fit of giggles and playfully smacking his arm. Ray watches you with a sick grin, clearly enjoying your attention.

Dodge frowns. He had thought you were better than falling for Ray Hall's desperate antics. Seeing the two of you trade whispers and giggles like middle schoolers sharing secrets only confirms his suspicions. After the Walk the Plank challenge, he knew Ray wanted him to fail and had done everything possible to ensure Dodge wouldn't win. 

He had told you about it, but you had brushed it off. "You're overthinking it, Dodge," you had said. You swore that Ray was just trying to mess with his head, not that he actually wanted him to get hurt. But now, watching you laugh with Ray, grinning about your position in the top three, Dodge could no longer see you as a friend or an ally. You were an opponent. You were against him now. He's sure of it.

Dodge replayed the events in his mind, trying to pinpoint where things had gone wrong. Had he misread the situation? Were you playing him the whole time? The anger and confusion twisted inside him, morphing into a resolve. 

The game is ruthless, and so are you, it seems. 

"Uh oh, trouble in paradise?" Natalie slumps against his shoulder, the contents of her cup nearly spilling. Drunk as she is, she tries not to laugh when she spots you with Ray. "She's probably just trying to butter him up for Heather."

"Right," Dodge mutters, his eyes never leaving you.

"She's too sweet for Ray. He's all rough edges." Natalie frowns and steps away from Dodge, barely holding herself up. "I'm gonna go look for Heather," she says, but before she leaves, she pats Dodge on the back and leans close to whisper, "If you really think she's double-crossing you, remember: keep your friends close, enemies closer."

And close he kept you.

Chest pressed to your back, his arm circles your waist, free hand gripping your neck and chin, keeping your head up so it falls back against his shoulder. You try to hold onto something, reaching for the walls of the small closet as Dodge fucks you from behind to the muffled sounds of music and chatter from the other side of the door.

His hands had pushed up the ends of your dress, letting it sit high up on your stomach, your panties lost somewhere in the heated moment where his lips had once been pressed against your own, lipstick smudged on his mouth and your own. 

You're making noises that only spur him on; broken moans and cries and whimpers. Breathy praises of, "so good," and "yes, just like that," or "please, don't stop," and his favourite was your whisper of his name. "Dodge," where you were so gone that you couldn't think of anything else to say but his name. "Dodge, fuckfuck- Dodge. Mason. Fuck."

It makes him wonder, almost wistfully, what it would be like if neither of you had joined Panic. He imagines nights spent in the quiet intimacy of just the two of you, free from the game's pressures. Every morning, he'd wake up with you by his side, your presence a comforting constant. Each second of summer would be yours to share. 

Before Panic, there had always been something unspoken between you, a spark that ignited in stolen moments. Hidden kisses behind the diner where he worked felt like secret treasures, each one a promise of something more. The lingering touches when you'd pass him a pen in class sent shivers down his spine, a silent communication of desire. He had wanted you for so long, and he knew you felt the same. It was in the way your eyes would lock onto his, a shared understanding that needed no words.

While Dodge had his own reasons for taking Panic so seriously, he couldn't fathom why you would cross him the way you did. The betrayal cut deep, not just because of the game but because it was you. Maybe you enjoyed watching his heart crumble, deriving some twisted satisfaction from his pain. The thought tormented him, feeding his growing resentment and confusion. How could something that once felt so right go so terribly wrong?

"Fuck, Dodge-"

Your hands find a home in his hair, unable to find anything else to stabilize yourself with. His hand on your neck slides down from your collarbone to your chest and rests on your breast, fingers teasing your nipple through the fabric of your dress, the ghost of his touch has you shuddering. 

You turn your head and try to kiss him, but he dodges it and readjusts his grip on you, loosening his arm around your waist so his hand could trail further down to find your clit. The rough pad of his finger brushes over it a few times, eliciting whimpers from you before he settles for simply resting his finger on your clit. With each thrust, your hips are jostled against his finger just enough to send sparks of electricity shooting through your veins.

He pushes into you a little rougher, a little faster and holds onto you harder, hard enough that his hands will leave marks on your skin when he brings one of them back to your neck, squeezing. Dodge leans down to bite your shoulder so he can hold back his moans, shutting his eyes tightly so he can only focus on the way your walls are tight and wet around his cock, sucking him in with each thrust, pulsing as you creep to your orgasm and he works himself to his own.

"Dodge," you huff, "I- oh, oh,"

Dodge wonders if you know that he knows about your alliance with Ray. He wonders if it's true at all or if he's made it all up in his head and is causing himself to spiral with Natalie telling him things like the devil on his shoulder. 

"You-" he groans out, too far gone to string together a coherent sentence, a bit afraid that if he spoke he'd only call you a traitor and a liar. "You feel so good, baby." 

You try kissing him again, but he doesn't let you, your lips meeting the shell of his ear as he bites onto your shoulder again. You pout, tugging his hair once before dropping your hands to hold his arms.

"Please, Dodge." You whine, "Kiss me, please, I-" A moan causes you to stutter, "I need it- you so bad, please."

Then, there’s a savage thrust of his hips, one that has both of you crying out in surprise and pleasure: he freezes buried to the hilt inside you. "Yeah?"

"Yes, please," you gasp.

"Just how you need Ray, right?"

You falter, "Wha-what?"

"You heard me."

Dodge holds you by the hips, pulling his arms from your grasp and starts to pound into you again like a petty whore, as if you owe it to him to have your night ruined and his a little better as he chases his orgasm with your tight cunt.

And when it comes, his teeth skin into the skin of your shoulder again, muffled moans slipping past his lips, and he digs his fingernails into your sides, letting your unsatisfied whimpers coax him through it. Dodge keeps rolling his hips against your ass in shallow movements for a few seconds. His mouth is occupied with sucking bruises into your shoulder, up your neck and across your throat: he’s mumbling something incoherent, slurring words of "traitor," and "trusted you" into your skin. Each fresh bruise has you gasping for his name.

He stuffs his cock back into his pants, even tugs the ends of your dress back down to your thighs for your own sake, or maybe it's to embarrass you further. Dodge doesn't wipe your lipstick from his mouth before he presses his lips against your cheek, ignoring the way you weakly say his name, refusing to let you explain yourself. 

He pulls away and leaves, slamming the door behind him.

Dodge never realizes that he should've heard you out until Heather Nill rushes up to his search of you, breathless and panicked even through the drunken gaze in her eyes. "Ray's lookin' for her. Nothing good."

Heather explains that Ray is on the hunt for you, furious after discovering that you had given him false information about someone who supposedly had intel on future challenges. The lie had cost Ray twelve points, getting him caught by a judge and knocking him out of the top three, bringing Dodge back up, his name right under yours.

He almost turns back, to find you in the darkness of some forgotten corner, where he imagines you, broken and tear-streaked. But the resurgence of himself in the top ranks fuels a different fire within Dodge, one that drowns out the empathy he feels for you. This time, when the next challenge looms, he can't afford any more distractions—not from Ray, Natalie, or even you.

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[occupyhades]

The Cosmic Confluence, Day 2: The Reconciliation of the Four Slanders | The Origin of Occupy Hades

This is what we speak, not in words taught us by human wisdom but in words taught by the Spirit, explaining spiritual realities with Spirit-taught words. 1 Corinthians 2:13 (NIV)

The following is a short review of the reconciliation of 'the Curse of Bridgewater State University', a.k.a. 'the First Curse', which was presented at the Chaplain's Chair via Satan the Accuser during the Cosmic Confluence that occurred on Friday, October 13, 2023. This review was compiled during the Annular Eclipse that occurred on Saturday, October 14, 2023.

But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, He will teach you all things and will bring to your remembrance all things that I have said to you. John 14:26 (ESV)

The First Curse was created as a result of the events of April 15, 2004 that led to the curious case 'Alfred Wiggins Jr. [The Host] v. Bridgewater State College', (now Bridgewater State University,) in Bridgewater, Massachusetts. This is because the discussion of the summary judgement, though it is precise in its use of evidence gathered during the process of discovery, omitted other very important details in the case that pertained to the Host. The list of details were included during 'the Reconciliation of Slander (Flower Moon Rising)' via the Abyss on May 5, 2023. They are referred to as 'the Four Slanders'.

What follows are each of the Four Slanders. Each one is preceded by the appropriate biblical scripture that addresses each slander in context. To be clear, Dr. Grace Siebert-Larke was the only individual named in the summary judgement. But anyone who submitted false reports to campus police, or made false claims against the Host, will be punished in accordance with the will of God.

Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour. Exodus 20:16 (KJV)

1. Dr. Grace Siebert-Larke told BSC Campus Police Chief David Tillinghast that the Host was bringing weapons to campus with the intention of hurting people. That statement led to what is now known as the Ambush at Bridgewater State College, when the campus police to treated the Host as a threat to the rest of the campus community.

During the interaction between the Host and Chief Tillinghast, the Host invited the Chief to search him and his car. The Chief accepted his invitation, and campus police officers conducted an extensive search, but failed to find weapons of any kind.

You shall not spread a false report. Do not join the wicked by being a malicious witness. Exodus 23:1 (BSB)

2. Dr. Grace Siebert-Larke reported that the Host was kicked out of the service on 'drug charges'. The truth is that he was honorably discharged after over six years of loyal service in the United States Army.

You must not go about spreading slander among your people. You must not endanger the life of your neighbor. I am the LORD. Leviticus 19:16 (BSB)

3. Dr. Siebert-Larke also misrepresented the Host's honorable service that day when she told other campus employees that he had been a military intelligence officer in the U.S. Army, which was totally false.

The Host began his military career as an enlisted man in combat arms as an artilleryman. When he re-enlisted, the Host became a member of the U.S. Army Quartermaster Corps where he remained until the end of his time in service.

Hiding hatred makes you a liar; slandering others makes you a fool. Proverbs 10:18 (NLT)

4. According to the [summary judgement] of Alfred Wiggins Jr. vs Bridgewater State College, Dr. Siebert-Larke never met or examined the Host. However, she cited him in her records for dancing to 'Buddhistic music' in the privacy of his own home, and said that his dancing to religious music was evidence of 'mania'.

What are worthless and wicked people like? They are constant liars, signaling their deceit with a wink of the eye, a nudge of the foot, or the wiggle of fingers. Their perverted hearts plot evil, and they constantly stir up trouble. But they will be destroyed suddenly, broken in an instant beyond all hope of healing. Proverbs 6:12-15 (NLT)

These false teachers are like unthinking animals, creatures of instinct, born to be caught and destroyed. They scoff at things they do not understand, and like animals, they will be destroyed. 2 Peter 2:12 (NLT)

In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, when ye are gathered together, and my spirit, with the power of our Lord Jesus Christ, to deliver such a one unto Satan for the destruction of the flesh, that the spirit may be saved in the day of the Lord Jesus. 1 Corinthians 5:4-5 (KJV)

So you see, the Lord knows how to rescue godly people from their trials, even while keeping the wicked under punishment until the day of final judgment. 2 Peter 2:9 (NLT)

The Righteous One knows what is going on in the homes of the wicked; he will bring disaster on them. Proverbs 21:12 (NLT)

But whoever blasphemes against the Holy Spirit will never be forgiven; he is guilty of eternal sin. Mark 3:29 (BSB)

[strywoven]

@stellarisen has requested a story : ❝ there is a reason one’s duty as a soldier ends only in death . it changes you . ❞ // roche to Verona?

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

A common scene ( one increasingly so ) , in truth , to catch Verona throughout the day at the piano when there is a l u l l in the workday.  Perhaps , this is merely her way of staying busy , to keep herself preoccupied ; but the wiser of her company knows the real reason ( she plays to distract herself from her own mind , from the way it fractures & frays ) .  Some have said the MAD are the most articulate in their creative endeavors , Verona seems to be no exception.  There's a certain WELL-PRACTICED SWAGGER in the way she plays ; ringed claws are graceful , fluent in every chord , the force of the melody asking her body to s w a y to and fro , music swelling to fill the place with a somber ambiance ( after all , the choice in composition oft’ reflects her heart & sorrow is a language most universal ) .  It’s no wonder she ENTERTAINS for her investors , hardly a consideration to believe they never fail to ask her to PUT ON A SHOW ( & who is she to refuse the demands of the adoring public ? ) .

Roche has returned … Her mind realizes , if only in-between keystrokes.

The SOLDIER’s scent is the first thing to come to her … Then , the way it bleeds down the back of her throat and drips onto her tongue , reminding her of his t a s t e ( the memory of a favorite meal , a thought which causes the chimera to smile ) .  She hears him pull up a chair beside her , settling casually there next to her on her RIGHT so she may be able to see him ( as always , careful of remaining on her good side ) .  Verona , however briefly , lifts her head and offers him a slight nod before returning to her craft.  At least n o w she has someone to play for , it’s always more fun with an audience.  And she appreciates that Roche tries to indulge her when he can ( when he isn’t off doing her bidding , at least ) .

Preamble to his words comes with an intake of breath , as if preparing for something IMPORTANT to say , Verona goes on with her own course.  When he speaks , pointed ear tips t o w a r d s the sound of his voice ; the indication she’s listening.  Though , she doesn’t respond.  At least , not immediately.  As is always the case.  It is rather hard to speak to her when she’s at the piano.  She always seems to … LEAVE HERSELF whilst she plays , being privy to ignoring the world.  But , such as it is , she cannot f o r e v e r ignore such a pressing topic now can she ?

At last , Verona stops , the final chord ringing out through the large room.  With eyes closed , she listens to the resonance of it , to the way it slowly dissipates before , finally , turning and regarding her companion seated next to her.  ❝ And do you at all suppose giving your loyalty to m e will find you any better a Fate ? ❞  Asks as if it might yield a SIMPLE ANSWER , though she knows how h e a v y the question might be.  ❝ Being my hound , Roche , you ought to know the consequences. ❞  She reaches out , gently taking up one of his hands , lifting it to press painted lips to his knuckles.  This , she realizes , is the tragedy in their affair : she cares , she cares all too much ... and that could very well get him killed.  ❝ Given that , ❞ Her gaze is fixed on his hand in hers , a subtle reminder of their UNION ( & does he regret coming to her ? she wonders ) .  ❝ I will do anything in my power to see you live to tell of it.  Even if at my own expense. ❞  The Chimera means what she says , each word comes off alarmingly sincere despite her ever-stoic expression.

[moremusic]

This week I interviewed the man with the beautiful voice, Stu Daniels. Looking forward to playing a show with him next Sunday at Pirate life.

Tell us a little bit about yourself?

I'm Stu Daniels from the Adelaide foothills. I have young children, a wife, a dog, chickens... it's crazy busy! I work a 9-5 job and pretty much play music in all the spare time!

What got you into the music industry?

For as long as I can remember I’ve always been drawn to music and its always been an outlet for me. As a famous author once said 'Where words fail, music speaks". This quote really resonates with me as writing my own music helps me to say the things that I need to say, and it also helps get a lot off of my mind. So it really is quite therapeutic for me!

Apart from that I guess music always has been in the family... fun-fact: My great-great grandfather actually composed the music for the coronation of King George V! Also, my dad and grandfather played in live bands which exposed me to live performances at an early age.

What are you short and long terms goals?

Firstly, to head back into the studio to finish recording some solo work, ready to be put out into the world, it won't be too far away.

I played in Tamworth this year at TCMF23, it's inspired and helped me realise that alternative country genre is where my music belongs as it really connected with me and where I am at with my song writing. Since I’ve been back home I've been writing with a folk/blues country inspired sound and it just feels right.

Long term... I'll release the tracks and EP I've been working on, hopefully connect with others and increase my fan base on socials and more live performances.

How was it dealing with the Covid Pandemic? Is everything back to normal?

It was chaotic at home, with everyone locked in...

But it gave me a chance to write more, experiment with my sound. But of course all venues shut up, so I really felt it, not being out there performing. I love playing, connecting with people who like what I'm doing, I really missed that.

It's been slow to get back in, but it's definitely picking up

You have a gig at Pirate life on April 16. What can we expect to see from you on this day?

40 minutes of my heart and soul!

I've got some real emotive songs in the set, and some foot tapping numbers, I'll throw a love song in there and maybe even a new one!

What is your career highlight so far.

Definitely supporting the legendary band, The Animals is a highlight for me personally. Being able to play before such talented and highly held artists and also chatting to them about their successes gave me so much inspiration. The audience were awesome, and it felt like such a good moment in time, I don’t think I will ever forget that feeling.

Your new single “enemies” is great. Can you tell us a little bit about this song?

I wrote this song during Covid actually. When everything was shut and there were restrictions on what we could do, it really got me down for a bit. Not knowing a way out, I took to the guitar. The lyrics really unravel what was going on in my mind, the spiral into the dark. Every mistake that you do and things you say, some people don't let it go and I guess the hardest critic is yourself sometimes. While this emotive song is quite sombre and confronting, it's is also about rising above the haters, the demons in your own head and feeling ok with where you're at.

With new venues like The Hindley Street Music Hall opening up, what do you think of the Adelaide music scene?

There are a lot of venues who have shut due to the Pandemic. The new venues that are opening are great for Adelaide, we all want to get out there again. They are definitely booking out quickly as so many artists, local and interstate want the opportunity to play again. It seems like a fresh bunch of really cool and good new music is starting to come through, but it was also sad to see a few bands fall away and not return.

Who are the most successful Adelaide bands in the last 2 decades

Probably the first ones that spring to mind are Bad Dreems and West Thebarton

What Adelaide bands should we look out for?

Corda Negra blew me away with their amazingly good acoustic folk.

The first muso I met in Tamworth was Scott Rathman Jnr who by chance is also from Adelaide – I think he is looking at recording by all accounts.

And of course, my other music project – Already Gone – which diverges more towards Indie Rock.

If you could invite 4 musicians to dinner dead or alive) who would you invite?

Probably John Bonham, Paul McCartney, Jimi Hendrix and Freddie Mecury and hope for a post dinner jam session!

If you were given the chance to support one artist in the world, who would you pick?

Don McLean as he is a great storyteller through song and also American Pie is one of my all-time favourite songs.

If you were stuck on a deserted island with only one record, what would it be?

I’m bad at these sort of questions as I’m always changing what my favourite record is! So perhaps a best of album by the Beatles or Creedence Clearwater Revival as there are a lot of great songs covered (although this is probably cheating!)

Where can people find out more about you?

Socials: Facebook, Instagram, Tiktok, YouTube, and of course come see me play and my next gig!

[luthcrandsupcr-a]

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[steeldaisies]

Yankee Rose- E.M. x afab!reader SMUT!! NSFW!!

Minors stay away I have a spray bottle full of water!!!

Summary: Eddie is really good at multitasking.

Pairings: Eddie Munson X afab!reader

Warnings: 18+ cock warming, sexual teasing, p in v, going raw (dudes wrap it before ya tap it), pet names (babe, sweet girl, hun/honey, baby girl and good girl), Eddie calls reader a whore once, dom!eddie, sub!reader, calling Eddie sir, kissing, smoking, I know I’m probably forgetting somethings but just know it’s pure dirty smut (idk what else to tell you)

Word count: around 2.5k

Let me know what you think, this is my first smutty fanfic! So please be extra kind!!

//Also, please don’t copy my work but feel free to reblog, comment, and like!!

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There you were, with Eddie’s hard cock nestled deep inside of you. How did you get into this… uhh -situation? Let’s take a step back to a few minutes ago when you were relentlessly teasing the poor man.

“Eds please… I’m so bored!” You whine throwing your hands in the air as you’ve been pacing for the last five minutes.

“Babe please stop.” Eddie begs dryly as he strums his calloused fingers over the strings of his acoustic guitar. His eyes focused on the sheet music laying out at his feet. You’ve been begging for his attention the past hour and Eddie is at wit’s end.

You settle beside him as he’s sitting on the edge of his bed. Your ass resting on your calves as you come up with one last attempt to get him to look at you. Poking his cheek and sporting a pouty lip, you look at him gauging his reaction.

Getting your wish he looks at you with irises practically black as they bore into your own. His facial expression set into a hard pissed off scowl.

“That fucking does it. You want my attention? Fine you got it!”

You’ve never seen this look before or heard him speak that way to you. It sends a shiver down your spine and your cunt dripping. With a doe eyed stare on him, you’re frozen where you sit. Eddie sets down the guitar on the bed and grips your hands in his larger ones. The calluses rubbing harshly against your soft skin.

“You are going to sit still on my cock like a good girl or else punishment will come later,” his voice was as rough as his hands felt.

The intrusive thought in your mind slips past your lips before you could stop them.

“I could make you cum later,” you mutter under your breath with a snort.

“What was that?” He said giving a stone look of warning as if to say try that again.

You couldn’t think of a good way to cover what you said so you just looked back at him blankly. He nudges you off the bed and onto your feet, avoiding the sheet music.

“Take off your clothes then come over here and turn your back to me,” he says, giving explicit instructions.

“Okay,” you respond, voice coming out small as it fails to sound confident.

“That’s yes sir,” he corrects sternly.

“Yes sir,” you parrot back to him so he knows you understood the correction.

Quickly you remove every article of clothing avoiding the dark look in his eyes. Eddie licks his lips like a lion staring down its next meal. You turn around waiting for his next instructions. Head starts to cloud hearing the jingling of his belt, sliding of a zipper, then the crumpling of fabric as he pushes his pants and boxers off his legs. He throws his shirt off to the side so you can see where it lands. You rub your thighs together in anticipation.

Breath stuck in your throat as you try to swallow. Suddenly you feel his warm hands on your hips guiding you. He removes one hand to steady his cock, lining it up with your entrance as you stand above him. His other hand wraps around your waist. Without warning he pulls you straight down, but not too fast to avoid any intense pain. Eddie grunts hearing you whimper as he bottoms out inside you. His free hand moves to cup your jaw so he can speak into your ear.

“Now sit still and be quiet for me honey,” his voice set in a low growl sending another shiver down your spine.

Eddie places his guitar across your lap locking you in place. He put his chin on your shoulder to look down at the sheet music. Every now and then his cock twitches just to keep him hard deep inside of you.

The hum that reverberates from the guitar sends little vibrations to your clit. He may or may not know this is happening as you unknowingly let out a hum almost in tune with the chords he was playing.

You try to distract yourself, trying to think of anything to keep you from accidentally rutting your hips against his. Looking around the room even. There’s a pile of clothes you need to wash later, the bag from the burgers he picked up for you both earlier in the day needs to be thrown out. The handcuffs are hanging on the wall- the handcuffs. Oh the things he does when he’s out of your reach. Those don’t help distract you one bit. If anything it’s made it worse. So you decided to try talking to him instead, even though he asked you to be quiet.

“What song are you working on?” You ask him timidly.

“Yankee Rose… for the show on Tuesday.” Eddie grips your hip as he leans around you to look down at the sprawled out papers.

The one he’s looking at is a little further away. As he leans past you, his cock twitches just right hitting your sweet spot. You dig your hands into the sheets for purchase, trying so very hard to not accidentally squeeze your walls around him.

Eddie smirks to himself, seeing your eyes closed and your hands gripping for dear life. He knows that the past several minutes you’ve tried very hard to be a good girl. Deciding enough is enough, he puts the guitar on the floor leaning against the bedside table.

He leans in close, his lips pressed to your ear. His rough fingertips tickling the tops of your thighs as they glide up towards your cunt but going back down before they meet. Eddie’s smile is a hungry one as he forces his cock to tap your sweet spot again and again… and again.

“You’ve been such a good girl…” he coos into your ear.

Hearing those words elicits a quiet moan to pass your lips. Eddie, satisfied with your reaction, decides to continue teasing you. One hand moves to lightly trail his fingers up between your breasts. The other moves to hover over your heat, fingers barely touching your clit as it starts to circle. Your sadistic boyfriend knew exactly how to get you right where he wanted you. Begging.

“P-please Eddie… baby I-I fuck… I’ve been so good for you.”

“Oh. My sweet girl… sweet like honey. That’s who you are. You’re my honey and that’s how everyone sees you. What they don’t see…” his fingers put a slight bit of pressure on your clit pulling a groan from your pouting lips. His laugh brushes your ear. The heat from his breath cools against your warm skin, making your nipples harden.

“Is that when we’re alone like this… you’re just a whore for my cock. So neeeedy. My honey so horny and begging. What should I do with you hun? Use your words, tell me.”

“Eddie please I’m s-sorry for being impatient earlier. I just missed your touch. Want you so bad. Please! Please fuck me!” You beg so well for him.

“Hun, you got your wish.” He pulls your arms in front of you, crossing them as he wraps his own arm around your waist while the other he uses to brace himself on the bed.

Eddie pulls you up slightly by your waist and begins pounding up into you. He slides in and out of you so easily. Fuck, how are you this wet soaking his cock like that?

He throws his head back grunting as his thrusts hit deep inside of you. Your walls gripping his cock tightly like it never wants him to abandon it again.

“Eddie baby, you feel so good!” You cry out to him.

Your breasts bounce with each thrust. Eddie leans to the side getting a nice view of your blissed out face and your dripping cunt as his balls slap up towards your clit.

“Sweet girl you have no idea -oh fuck- how much I love your cunt -the way it squeeeezes on me.” With that last statement he slowly pushes cock farther up into you.

“I’m -I’m already so close.”

“No nononono honey. You’re gonna hold onto it. You, my sweet sweet girl, are not allowed to cum…” he growls into your ear. “You have to make me cum first.” Eddie chuckles letting you sink down onto his cock as he stops his thrusts.

He removes his arm from around your waist and leans back, giving you full control. You feel his cock shift inside of you as if it were saying your move.

It only takes you a moment to stand up and turn around. You crawl onto his lap, grabbing his cock with one hand as you steady yourself with the other hand on his shoulder. As you lower back down his eyes lock with yours, just as dark with lust as they were when you instigated this.

“That’s it hun, just like that -nice and slow.” Anytime he get the opportunity when having sex with you, he loves watching his cock slowly disappear into your cunt. You're just too pretty to not watch.

You raise your hips to where the tip of his cock is barely inside you. Eddie gives you a questioning look and is about to ask what you’re doing when you quickly drop down, earning a guttural moan from him. You do this two more times then bounce at a fast pace before he can beg you to stop teasin’ and get movin’.

“Baby -fuck, just like that. You’re so good to me honey. Goddamnit!” He yells out. Smiling you grab some of the hair on the back of his head giving a harsh tug. He hisses at the pain but the smug smirk on his face let’s you know to keep it up.

“You’re gonna try and get rough with me now sweet girl? Aww one would think you’d know better than that by now.”

That earned you a sharp slap on the ass as he spanks you. Your jaw drops and he takes the opportunity to shove two fingers into your mouth.

“Suck.”

You don’t have to be asked twice. His fingers always felt so good in your mouth. You roll your tongue over them as you continue to bounce on him. You wrap your hand around his wrist urging him to push his fingers deeper towards the back of your throat. He quietly mumbled an oh fuck as you gagged on his fingers.

“Careful baby. I’m gonna need this pretty little throat later.” He tried to say with bravado but his voice cracked slightly.

You try so hard not to cum hearing those words but you’ve gotta hold on for him. And hold you will do. Sneakily you lower one of your hands and grasp his balls in your nimble fingers. There were two things that could for sure bring him to his knees:

The mere sight of your cunt. Whether it be covered by your soaked panties or bare before him like a grand feast.

Anytime you interacted with his balls. In your hands or in your mouth he would die a happy man either way.

“Honey, you can’t just grip my balls like -mmm. You can just do that to me -s’cheating babe.” His cock twitched and this time you know it was because he was close to cumming. You release his finger from your mouth. He wipes away a string of drool with his thumb and brings it to his lips to suck it clean.

“Baby I’m just doing what you asked” you said innocently enough to convince him.

“Then what are you waiting for?” He challenged you.

Fuck you’re definitely going to need a nap after this. Was that his goal this whole time? To fuck you to sleep so he could keep working on the song? Just as you were about to ask this of him he slaps your rear again. You cry out as your head land on his shoulder.

“You were getting so brave hun” he mumbled into your ear and pressed a kiss to it.

“I am brave though!” You tried to argue with pouty lips. You stop bouncing and grind on him pivoting your hips back and forth.

He took this opportunity to collect both of your hands behind your back and lock them in place with his belt. When the fuck did he- you know never mind.

“Prove it to me sweet girl. Make me cum deep inside you.” He whispered, his breath fanning over your face before he caught your pouted lips in a kiss.

You moan into the kiss, making the final decision to give him what he wants. What you both want. You begin to bounce on him again, more urgency this time. You were determined to make him cum and he was caught up in just how beautiful you looked above him like this.

“So beautiful,” he runs a hand on your thigh. He adores how soft you are. How angelic you look. He agrees with himself that this is definitely what he wants for the rest of his days.

You hum in response. Eddie wraps an arm around your waist and under your bound hands. His other, still on your thigh palms at the supple flesh. This is his tell. Eddie always gets super touchy and grabby right before he-

“Shit fuckfuckfuck -FUCK BABY OH MY GOD CUM! NOW!” You didn’t need to be told twice.

You cum together and it’s ethereal. A combination of moans, feral grunts, curses, sweet nothings, and praises from the both of you is the sweetest of symphonies.

As you both begin to relax, your head back on his shoulder, he breaks you of your binds made from his belt. His arms wrap around you caressing your head and rubbing up and down your back. He places a few sweet kisses to the side of your face as your breathing calms. This is how he is when you don’t antagonize him for attention. But you would totally do it all over again.

Eddie notices how he’s supporting your weight as you begin to doze off in his arms. He hums your favorite song to you as he moves the both of you, laying you down on the bed. He pulls the blanket over you, still humming as he leaves a few more kisses to your cheek and forehead.

He climbs to the edge of the bed, puts on his boxers, lights a cigarette as the song he hums drifts to Yankee Rose. He picks up his guitar and looks back at you, making sure you’ve fallen asleep. He shakes his head as he takes a drag and puffs out the smoke. He continues to hum the lyrics as he reads the sheet music and plucks at the strings. Back to work.

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[hauntedkidpersona]

Once upon a time - Chap 1

Pairing- Polybts x Reader

Summary- Choosing a husband is not easy, but bring in the seven princes and your in a lot of trouble.

Warnings- Toxic behaviour, Power Play, Insecurities, Gender inequality, reverse harem, angst, depression, sexual assault, Kidnapping, dom/sub dynamics, obsessive tendency, jealousy, possesive behaviour, minor character death, Nudity, Anxiety, Emotional and Physical abuse, gaslighting, Eventual smut, arranged marriage au, Historical Fanfiction, poverty, hate/comfort, fluff, gender-roles swapped, Pet play, Mistress, Master, Dominance, Slight Yandere, rough handling.

Genre- Historical Fanfiction.

A/N - I hope you all enjoy this new series. This one was something that I had a thought. More like a small imagination that I wished to pen down and so here it is. Buckle up your seatbelts, we are in for a bumpy ride so-

Masterlist-

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Amidst the sprawling dessert of Nikhali, you stood just across the beautiful Palace of illusions.

Decked up in red and a sparkling gold, resplendent like the sun that grinned coyly at you. Rays shimmered and drums rolled, pumping the hearts with a vigor; for unruly was this event of a lifetime.

One by one, passing through the line of the prosperous Kings lined up for the swayamvara. You refused to indulge anyone, seduction being an art you do not condon.

"Admired by the Kings, and yet the celestial beauty refuses to much less glance their way." Your maid-in-waiting ushers you to the next suitor, causing a slow ripel to the silence.

Swayamvara, a self-selection event where royal women get to choose and the men, compete to win her heart. May it be fighting or using wisdom to woo the heart of the lady. You, the Princess of the Kingdom of light are very much into the prime of her youth.

Entering the age of nineteen did open the doors of marriage proposals from all around the corners of the world.

You smile, eyeing the man that glimmers in rubies. Moving away, you speak "Beauty causes wars, it's a curse to be one."

"It's not when history pens you in golden words," The maid steps close, as the next Prince, who, by his nervous composure fails to amuse you.

It was boring, mind calculating at milliseconds, weighing the options being hard when all men had something that entices you "It looks as if he is more scared than the bride here."

Your maid's chuckle, entertaining the thought. "Earlier, he fell into the pond. Poor Prince."

You smile, the illusionary palace was crafted in mysterious ways. In avoiding the crystal clear water, he might have trudged along the other path. The carefully selected carpet made him a fool, beneath it being the pond made in jest to see whether the suitors were prepared or not.

"Stop laughing in his misery, the poor guy is already scared." You hush the onslaught of taunts, strewn across his neck like a chain of iron.

Behind you, the arena grumbled with the war cry of the two Kings. A sight for the citizens, the constant collision of swords now being a graveyard for the ones who watched in bated breath. Across the high stairs, stood your family. Regal and composed, eyeing every minuscule change in perfect serenity.

"I have personally crafted this piece, may the Princess accept it and let it be a part of her glory." Adam holds a sparkling necklace that makes you laugh in dirge.

You eye the piece, somewhere knowing its a trap. The sooner your skin touches it, the closer he will be to winning. "We will see,"

You move ahead, as a figure towers you. Not being fazed, you look up. Gaze falling on his gold robes, a perfect V line further elaborating the well-defined chest that swoons a lady with his power. He was pure muscle, giving off an aura that subdued your coldness to the point of melting.

"Lady," His tongue rolls, like a music wrapped in velvet. "A pleasure to meet you."

You nod to the Prince who gives a respectful bow, letting his knees touch the ground which is unusual for the customs of inequality frowning upon the obvious attempt. A man's ego is too vast to be anywhere below its counterpart. "Who is he?"

You whisper, not looking anywhere but him.

"The elder Prince of the Sun Kingdom. Kim Namjoon." You nod, squinting your eyes, only to quickly get back to your defiant look.

Namjoon gives you a sweet smile, his dimples enhancing his overall persona. What an absolute treat to the eyes.

"Don't you think by going down you have disrespected the rules of the society?" Your voice is cold, with no hint of amusement flickering in your eyes. In all seriousness, the tense atmosphere has now driven close. The arena behind you was silent, as the change of attention brought you to the centre.

Namjoon gets up, not reacting to your accusing tone, instead, he smiles. "To weigh respect based on gender is not something I believe in."

"So by bowing down, you accept my superiority?"

He shakes his head, "To respect a lady is not a show of superiority but a humble attempt to let you and the people know that you are not a trophy to be won." His words made you laugh, what a wise choice.

Your heart might be moved but it was the mind that resembles a creature on the hunt.

"Sweet words but not all clouds that thunder rains," You give him a clipped smile, moving to the next man.

If the previous one was handsome, the next one was no less than a beauty incarnate. The perfect proportion of his eyes and the plump lips could have deprived you of composure, if not for the crowd watching your move like a hawk.

"Prince Jin, Firstborn and the next King of the Sun Kingdom." You purse your lips, eyeing the man that tucks his head down in a curt manner.

Accepting his greetings, you eye his purple robes of exquisite royalty. "Do you think women's job is to only be in the kitchen and give birth to a boy?"

Jin purses his lips as if taking a moment to grasp the words. "No, not only she is to be present in every offering to the Gods but she also has a right to be a part of her husband's decision and also be the one who guides him and his family to greater heights of prosperity."

You hum, pinning him in a conspicuous look of swirling mirth.

Strength, Knowledge, Beauty, wisdom, discipline, truth, sympathy and an innate aura to be impartial in decision-making and be calm in face of the most troubling thoughts were what you were looking for. The number of times your family has called you out on the delusional traits, saying you were asking for too much was exhausting.

But a woman is allowed to dream, to hope and channel her expectations on the future.

One decision changes it all.

"So do you know cooking?" To which, Jin nods. Surprising you a little, but, you hold your ground.

You pass along, as the maid hurries to match your steps. "Jin is perfect, or might I add all the Princes of the Sun are?"

Gingerly, you tuck the tendrils of your jasmine-perfumed hair spun in a braid of ornamental decorations behind your ear. The sudden move inciting your ringlets of bangles to drop across your porcelain skin in chaotic madness. While a certain sunshine rains on you. Smiling brightly at your presence, he takes your hand. Planting a chaste kiss, you shiver. "Hoseok. Third Prince of the-

"Sun Kingdom." You complete, even though they all are brothers. Their acts and their actions were different, if not melodic to the ears.

He nods, in no hurry to let your hand go. "Your hands are cold." Squeezing your hand, he acts as if transferring the warmth straight to your heart.

It was if the questions that were ready to be bombarded on him was all in all lost into his crystal clear eyes. You blush, feeling shy at his care that had your heart speed up.

You hum, smiling at him as you pass to the next suitor.

Oh My.

"Don't you think sitting in front of the Princess is rude?" Your maid chides the man who sits on his allotted throne, taking a look at you, he hums as if approving you.

You stifle your need to roll your eyes, "Even the Sun Kingdom has its version of the solar eclipse." You mutter, as your maid chuckles at your choice of words.

"No, more like the icy mountains of the Himalayas. He is cold."

You nod, eyeing the man that groans. And stands up, once he concludes that you're not going away. Not until he starts talking.

"Nice to meet you, Princess." He speaks, voice strained in what you called reluctance.

His pale skin stood in constant battle with his very cold and calculating eyes of his. Like two globs of the ocean, representing the Marianna trench. Who knows what's beneath the darkened waters? Blessed with beauty, all are but looks could be deceiving.

"Name?" You ask him, as he replies with a flat tone. "Yoongi," you call as if testing the essence.

Yoongi blinks, annoyed as you stand. Eyes raking over his form, taking your own sweet time. "Do you think a man should be loyal to only one woman?"

"It's his choice but If you want my answer, then yes I am a one-woman man." Yoongi grins, seeing right through your jumble of words.

"Royal men see marriage as a political alliance, so can that be true in the case of royal women?"

Yoongi takes a moment to reply. "It's her choice, who am I judge?

You click your tongue, moving along as your maid huffs as if not pleased by the whole ordeal. "Why the long face, Anika?"

She groans, "All options are delectable, how are you holding?"

You smile, knowing where she is getting at. Frankly, you're like any woman. Weak for the handsome men that filled your palace grounds. You even would have given your heart a thousand times over, if not for seeing what lies under. Intentions, Kingdom and alliance- all are to be taken into consideration and as a woman, you want someone who will bring this to the table and deem you as an equal.

Not to mention the sidelong glances of the Princes whose lust overpowers their logic was now getting hard to reject.

"Let's not go there," You take a deep breath, gathering the expensive fabric of your dress, adorned and embroidered extensively in golden pleats of coils, as you steal some of its zeal to reduce the qualm presided by the event.

Opposite you, a man of innocent beauty chuckles. "At your service, Princess."

His voice was laced with flirt, picking or not was a choice but who were you to deny? "Jimin. Sun Kingdom," Your maid cuts in short, too tired of dragging the same sentence over and out.

You smile, lips pursed apologetically "Do you have any mistress?"

The bold statement, had the maid gasp beside you. Deeming it too early for something like that, which you ignore. Brushing the glance with a tight-lipped smile.

Jimin drags the silence, painfully slow. Biting his lips, your eyes wander to the same before quickly taking his eyes that flicker in amorous delight. "Have. Are you sad, perhaps jealous?"

You scoff at his choice of words, "A Mistress is a whore, a Queen is equal."

Passing through him, you fail to notice his eyes that darken at the sight of your dress that hugged your body in all the right places. If sin had a human name, then that would be you. Jimin chuckles. Your answer has caught him with an innate desire to have you.

Your answer was clear, there was no comparison between a mistress and a Queen.

The evening sun drags out, as the servants head in to distribute the suitors and the on-lookers with much-needed relief- a drink, some fruits and a sweetened dish. The Kings are awaiting, the Princes are sparring- mace, sword, arrow and bow being constantly asked for.

"How many are remaining?" You heave a sigh, looking behind to catch a wink from the King who had defeated the neighbourhood Prince in a match.

His body was sleek in sweat, muscles rippling as he showcased his strength. Eyes boring into you, snapping your attention back. You groan, how much more you have to tolerate. "Just two more, Taehyung and Jungkook of the Sun Kingdom."

You hum, going towards the said name.

He was breathtaking, his face as if carved by the Gods himself. Taking your hand, he plants a kiss on it and you swear, you swooned. His gaze was trapping you like a sail stuck in an ocean. "Prince Taehyung?"

He nods, his lips ghosting your flesh as he takes a step back. "A pleasure to meet you, My lady."

You nod, attention dragging towards his robes. How will it be to undress him?

Shaking your head, you ask. "So, are you here for a political alliance?"

Taehyung chuckles, "It's nowhere as important as you,"

Oh, he has a great way with words.

Your mind hums, as your heart drums. You nod, taking your leave as the next man comes into your view.

"Jungkook. Youngest of all the seven," Your maid speaks, a little louder, as the man nods in agreement.

"Nice to meet you, Princess." He bows ninety degrees, as you nod at him.

"Do you think satisfying a man in bed is only a women's task?" His face flushes, as your maid gasps at your question. Doing a retake to check whether her ears are ringing or not. But seeing Jungkook's red cheeks, she knew you were the culprit.

Getting over his obvious shock, Jungkook stares at you. "Satisfying you won't be a task, My lady. Trust me."

Now it was your turn to look at him, seemingly taken aback by his words.

Your maid laughs out loud, as you brush her off. Going away from the seven princes who seemingly watch your swan-like gait in part lust and part want.

If your parents thought you were done with your choice, then they were in for a surprise. You made a list of your desired Prince- a long one at that and made them fight among themselves. It was a sight to behold, the war cry clashing like thunder awaiting a doom-like rainstorm.

They fought, hither and thither. Left and right, defending and attacking.

At the end, they gave up. Letting the winners step up.

Your father smiles, "The remaining seven could fight among themselves, we want one winner."

Seated on the lush throne, you listened to all the gossip your mother shared with your sisters, if not that, the servants weren't much keen on the fight. Their attention was rather on the latest rumour flying across the palace.

Jin wipes the sweat off of his forehead, "Sorry, My King. But I won't raise a sword on my brothers."

You raise an eyebrow, as your father chuckles. "And why is that?"

For this, Namjoon steps up. "As a brother, my responsibility is to protect them. Not put them in harm in any way, I may be a warrior but I do draw lines when necessary. My morals won't allow it."

When all the seven princes had the same say, your father glanced at you.

Telling you to choose, right now.

Standing, you briskly walk up to him. "I choose all of them."

You watch as all the seven princes' eyes widen at your choice. The traits that you're looking for in your husband are present in all of them, if not one. So why not have all of them? But the question is if they refuse then you have to turn up and choose Adam. Other than the Sun Kingdom, if any other King is worthy of an alliance from the Light Kingdom then it's him.

Your parents have made sure you remember his face.

"If they agree, this alliance is fixed. If they don't, then they can very well go back to their Kingdom." You further elaborate, as your gaze sharpens in like to a hilt of a sword in quest of flesh, even as you gingerly tuck your veil in act of newlyweds.

While the whole arena falls into a deadly silence.

[mirclealignr]

Regulus Black Fluff Alphabet

regulus x gn! reader

requested by anon

warnings; brief mentions of food and anxiety

from this alphabet

A - Affection; how they like to show their love.

Regulus does a lot through touch and reassuring looks/smiles. He finds it hard sometimes to express just how he feels about you, especially considering expressions of love were severely lacking in his life. But when he holds your hand or caresses your face, he feels as if he's spilling all his secrets, and hopes that you understand them.

B - Beauty; what do they especially admire about you?

Your warmth. At first it was practically disarming, but overtime he learned to embrace it and miss it when it was absent, when you were absent. It would be so different to what he was used to, especially with the people closest to him. But he would adore the change that was you.

C - Cuddles; how they like to cuddle you.

Most of the time he likes to have his arms around you, sitting up slightly while you lay against his chest. There's a sense of safety he finds in knowing that you can hear his heartbeat and that it doesn't scare you off. But sometimes, he likes it when you take him in your arms and he can nuzzle in the crook of your neck.

D - Dancing; their favourite place to dance with you.

He is simply a hopeless romantic, and loves to dance with you when it's dark and raining outside, when the two of you are almost completely alone. He loves watching you smile as the rain seeps into your clothes and dampens your hair, and when you rest your head on his chest for some shelter.

E - Excitement; do they get excited with you about things?

Regulus likes to understand things before he gets excited about them with you. If you come running to him with an elated expression and start rambling about whatever brought you this pleasure, he'd want to know why. He'd want to understand you and relate to you. Almost always, he'd become just as excited as you.

F - First Date; your first date together.

The Astronomy Tower. Regulus would want to be alone with you, without prying or judging eyes. It wouldn't be much, maybe some snacks and a drink he brought for you, but he would want to hear you talk and laugh and to see you smile. He'd want to know your likes and dislikes, the memories you cherished, and things you looked back on and laughed at.

G - Goals; do they have things they want to achieve? Do they include you in these things?

For Regulus, his future goals remain largely unclear. Before you, he thought it was simple, but afterwards it would become far more complicated. With the weight of his family, and Sirius' abandonment making it heavier, he would often try to avoid the thought. But if you ever brought it up, he'd tell you that wherever you were, he would be.

H - Honesty; how open are they with you?

Very. Trust is something extremely important to him. While he may not tell you everything the second it happens, he does have every intention of letting you see every side of him, even the parts he wished would vanish from existence. Upon getting to know you, the trials of his family would be revealed slowly, rather than all at once, so he didn't overwhelm you. Of course, he'd be terrified, but he knew it was better that way, and he knew that you would love him all the same.

I - I Love You; do they say it a lot? did they say it first?

Regulus does not say it first, though he'd be sure he felt it first. He confesses straight after you, though, and gradually says it more and more over time. Expressing his feelings would not come easy, and sometimes, rather than tell you how much he appreciated you for listening or how beautiful he thought you were, he simply said 'I love you' in replacement, hoping that it would be enough.

J - Jealousy; do they get jealous?

Not necessarily jealous, but rather insecure. When he sees you laughing with someone else, he'd wonder whether they were better suited to you--they were warmer, more free, happier. Perhaps he brought you down, perhaps he weighed you down, and though he didn't express these insecurities out loud, he'd always seem to be easily read by you. And you'd always be there to reassure him when you needed to.

K - Kiss; their favourite place to kiss you.

Your hands. For Regulus, hands mean so much, represent so much, and yours are his to kiss and hold as much as he pleases. To him it would feel incredibly intimate, despite the fact that your hands can touch others, but that they're only his to kiss and hold. People can always get close, but never as close as he can.

L - Little Spoon; who’s the little spoon?

The majority of the time, you are the little spoon. He likes the idea that he is able to protect you, actually make you feel safe and wanted; it's one of the things he prides himself on. But, there woulds be times when he needed to feel that, and revelled in the warmth of your embrace tightening around him, holding him close.

M - Melody; what’s your song together?

I think your song together would be 'I Want to Hold Your Hand' by The Beatles.

N - Nicknames; do they use nicknames for you?

Yes a few. Some of them would include 'treasure' and/or 'my treasure' because he adores you and could not think of anything better than you. For him, you are what people search for their whole lives, sometimes without ever finding it. And, because he speaks French, ‘mon chéri /ma chérie' for definite.

O - Open Book; how hard was it to get to know them?

It wasn't necessarily hard, just gradual. However, you would have always suspected that Regulus did not have it easy and were content with him going at his own pace, and appreciating that he was brave enough to reveal it all to you. It never seemed too slow, rushed, or overwhelming--he picked his timings well and never let things become too heavy. He'd also be very conscious that everyone had their own burdens, and would make sure he always left time and room for you to air anything you wanted or needed.

P - PDA; how affectionate they are in public.

Not very much at all. He prefers to show you his love when it's just the two of you. But he isn't afraid to let other people know that you're in a relationship, and will often intertwine his fingers with yours, whisper things in your ear, and kiss your temple.

Q - Quirk: a weird but loveable trait of theirs.

He never signs his name, he always signs R.A.B. Even when it's small notes to you, little love letters, or ordinary letters, he will never sign it as Regulus, but with his full initials.

R - Romance; how romantic are they?

So much. He loves leaving you love notes, writing love letters to you, slow dancing with you, playing music for you, watching the stars with you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, snuggling up in bed with you with a good book. He loves to do it all.

S - Secrets; do they keep secrets from you?

Not really. Perhaps only ones he thinks would unnecessarily hurt you, like what his family says about you. He doesn't tell you because he doesn't think it matters, they don't matter to him, only you do, and he wants their words to mean nothing.

T - Thrill; do they like to keep the relationship new and exciting?

He likes to, and he tries. He certainly likes surprising you, even if only to see that smile. He likes taking you places, learning your favourite songs on the piano simply because you like hearing them, taking you on spontaneous trips or dates. He's not on for grand, public gestures, but he still keeps excitement in the relationship his own way. But he also knows when things need to be slow and calm, and doesn't mind it either way.

U - Understanding; how they comfort/support when you’re upset or anxious.

He knows that most things said would be wrong, even if they were intended to be reassuring and understanding. Even when you talk about what's bothering you or don't, it can be hard to say the right thing. So instead, he takes you in his arms, rubs your back, kisses your cheek and gets you any comfort foods that you wish for. Sometimes, words speak far less than actions.

V - Vexed; how easily they lose their temper.

With his family, and even with Sirius, Regulus can lose his temper very quickly, but you understand that their relationship has not been easy, nor do you care for his family. With you, it's rare that he loses his temper or raises his voice at you. When he does, there are usually other factors that have contributed to his mood, and he is quick to apologise afterwards.

W - Weakness; what’s their weakness what it comes to you?

Your smile. So easily it can make him feel like he's falling from the stars, watching the constellations become smaller and smaller as he slips into the earth's atmosphere, burning and smiling and falling completely in love with you every time he sees it.

X - Xtra; random hc about them.

Regulus likes to speak in French to you when there are things he is too afraid to say or things he thinks sound more romantic when said in another language. Even if you can understand him, there's something less nerve-racking about saying it in French, it's almost like he's playing himself in another world, but still hopelessly in love with you.

Y - Years to Come; how they imagine your future together.

He doesn't like to think about the future often because he knows how easily it can change and fail to meet your expectations. He only hopes that he is with you, facing whatever is to come. He prefers to focus on the present, where he already is with you.

Z - Zzz; how they are when they sleep.

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One Wall Over: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: you’re new in the neighborhood, but that doesn’t mean you’ll get a warm welcome from your duplex buddy. 

wc: 3k

tw: nsfw, smut, annoying noises at five am, the works 

a/n: ahhhhhhhhh! I am so excited to be taking part in this collab with @suna-reversed reversed for a super sexy jjk collab! Please check out the masterlist for the collab here and the other authors! SO EXCITED TO READ THE OTHERS! (The other title I had for this work is “First of All, How Dare You” because that’s literally me every time I see my hubby Suguru, but anywho!).

Moving in was a bitch. 

For the first time ever, you have no roommates, no parents, and no pets - just you and your meager belongings moving into the little, two-story duplex a friend allowed you to sublet. As you stare out of the window facing the sparse front lawn, you wonder what your neighbor is like. They hadn’t come to welcome you to the home, but you knew they existed by the sound of the bass through your shared wall at five am every morning. 

You assume they’re male or a couple, but you’ve never gotten a chance to see them with your own two eyes.  So you kept a lookout day after day. At exactly four p.m., you would sit across from the window with a book and keep watch, the sun streaming in and illuminating your figure and crossed legs anchored on the window sill. But day after day, you wouldn’t see anything. The neighbor’s car wouldn’t even move an inch from the previous day. Everything would remain the same until the next day when you took your perch by the window. 

It isn’t until you’re out on your front lawn, slaving over the flowers you maintained for a whole month - a new record - that the sleek Range Rover drives up to the garage on your neighbor’s side of the house. At first, you don’t notice it, your eyes firmly planted on the soil at the root of your orchid tree. But then you hear a car door slam, and you look up, watching for the person who would be exiting the vehicle. 

A tall, black haired man slides out of the truck and slams the door shut, his locks tucked into a half bun and a white towel resting around his rippling shoulders. He slides his keys into his gym shorts and turns to walk into the house, barely noticing you on the front lawn in an ill-fitting t-shirt and dirty yoga pants. 

He’s halfway to his front door when you find your voice and yell out, “Hey, neighbor!” You wave your hand at him in hopes that he would return the gesture, but you’re sorely disappointed when he only looks your way with disinterest and walks into the house without speaking. You frown at the encounter, hoping that he would return a little while later and explain his lack of manners, but he doesn’t, and you retreat into the house once more. 

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“Unzzz, unzz, unzzzz…” Both eyes fly open at the sound of the bass on the other side of your bedroom wall, the sudden noise jarring you from your sleep. 

“Ugh…” Your eyes slide to the white numbers on the clock face, which politely remind you that it’s five-fifteen AM. Don’t confront him, don’t confront him. You wrap the pillow around your ears, hoping the gentle cushion would block out the sound. But for some reason, it gets even louder, and a groan escapes your lips. There were only two more hours for you to rest, but at this rate, you’d be up until it was time for you to wake and get ready for work. That just wouldn’t do. 

The grey sweatpants deposited on the floor the night before are quickly jerked on, and you pad to the front door, not caring about your appearance as you walk the length of the porch over to his front door. Inhaling, you find the will to bring your fist up and pound on the door, hoping the sound would be angrier than you actually felt. Fear ate at your nerves while you waited. A few agonizing moments later, the door is yanked open, music floods outside, and your neighbor stands before you in just a pair of black sweatpants. Nothing else. 

“What?” he gripes, sweat rolling down his forehead. As your eyes take in the full sight of him, you wonder what kind of sculpted god you had for a neighbor. You could even faintly see the v that would culminate in the bulge near the crotch area of the pants, which apparently is quite--

“Uh…” You had entirely forgotten what you had come over to his side of the house for, but as he leans on the doorframe and gives you a withering stare, you suddenly remember your complaint. “Your wall is next to my bedroom. Can you turn your music down?” You place a hand on your hip, trying to seem more inconvenienced than you actually were in that moment. 

“Yeah, sure.” He shuts the door in your face, and you trudge back over to your side of the house, hoping the music would soften. 

But for some reason, you swear he turns it up even louder. 

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“Why don’t you just call the landlord and make a noise complaint?” your friend wonders over the phone, the sound of a frying pan in the background slightly overshadowing her voice.

“But you said you didn’t have any problems with him, Mariela.” 

“Yeah, Geto was nice enough and didn’t bother me much. Not sure why he’s being such an ass now.” You hear an oh, shit on the other end, and Mariela hisses into the receiver, “Hey, y/n, I have to go; the risotto is burning. Call me back if you have any other issues, okay?” 

“Okay.” You hang up and toss your phone on your desk, trying to focus on the words in front of you but failing as the sound of the bass filters through the other side of the wall again. For the fourth day in a row, you’ve been subjected to the sound of pure noise coming through the other side. Tonight was absolutely not the night, mostly because you had a presentation that took you all night to finish, and the clamor was interrupting your prep work for the bright and early eight o’clock meeting. You feel like Squidward, subjecting yourself to the endless noises from the grunting to the bass to the sound of weights clanking back into place. 

It’s the sound of Geto’s groaning that sets you on edge the most. If it weren’t for the added noise of weights, you’d be convinced he was fucking someone. There was no way he could make so much noise and not know that he was disturbing your peace. Hadn’t he ever heard of headphones? 

You snatch up your set of earbuds on your desk, place them in your ears, and try to turn up lofi music as loud as it will go. But that doesn’t work. Even relocating to the living room didn’t seem to fare you well, and you wonder if he truly had cranked up the music higher than before just to annoy the hell out of you. Finally, you toss your earbuds down and slam your computer on your coffee table. 

You’d had enough. 

Stomping over to the front door, you fling it open and bang on Geto’s door, hoping he would answer it in a rage so you could let out your frustrations. But when the door flies open, he’s dressed in only a pair of gym shorts, this time the outline of his dick even more apparent. But you’re not focused on that. You point a finger at him and inhale to begin your tirade; sick and utterly over his shit.

“Hey! Can you fucking turn it down?” Geto stretches out a hand, and for a minute you think he’s going to grab you by the shirt, but he pulls you inside by the wrist, crushing you against his chest. “What the hell?” You push away from his sweaty chest, backing into the closed door harshly. 

“Lower your damn voice; the neighbors will hear,” he chastises, and turns away from you to grab the water bottle on the counter. The muscled man takes a long swig, then wipes his face with the towel right next to it. 

“I don’t know what the fuck your problem is, but I’ve never been so disrespected in my li--” As you talk, he’s advancing on you, pushing back his long black hair back behind his ears and getting too close for comfort. Once he’s right up on you, you gulp hard, fully intimidated by his size and stature. The music suddenly stops, and you’re left in silence. 

“I’m listening,” he mutters, staring down at you. “Please, continue.” 

“I was saying…” your throat dries up. “What I meant was…” Your eyes travel from his chest to his navel, and then to the hand pressed against the doorframe.

“Uh huh…” He nods, squinting his black eyes at you. “You said you’ve ‘never been more disrespected in your’… life, right?” You don’t reply. Rather, you can’t reply. All of the words you could have ever said are now gone from your skull. “I highly doubt that, y/n.” 

“H-how…” 

“You’re Mariela’s friend. I’ve seen you quite a few times before you moved in here. Never thought I’d be living so close to you, though. Mariela’s subletting, isn’t she?” 

All of these questions. And you can’t reply to a single one because he’s practically squeezing you between the door and his rock-hard abs. Or are you pressing yourself against the door to get away from the heat emitting from his body - oh, fuck; you don’t know. 

“But I had to get your attention somehow.” The admission startles you so bad that you accidentally knock the back of your head against the door, touching the point of contact in pain and hissing slightly. Geto hums at your blunder, then pushes off of the wall to turn away from you. As he rotates, you catch a glimpse of his erection, now fully apparent in the atrocity that is his shorts. “The yard work wasn’t effective, the trips to the gym and back barely worked; shit, by now I would’ve thought you would throw yourself at me the first chance you got. I guess I had to make you mad enough to confront me.” 

“You literally looked at me and said nothing the first time I saw you!” you retort, throwing your hands up in the air. “Then you almost bit my head off the first time I came over to tell you the music was too loud.” 

“I didn’t expect you to come over the first time. Besides, I couldn’t figure out anything smooth enough in that short amount of time.” Geto shrugs, his shoulder muscles moving like water in the dim lighting of the living room. You look around at the furnishings, noting his impeccable taste in wood and red suede in conjunction with his minimal exercise equipment. “Coffee? You look like you’ve been up for a while.” He leans over a coffee-maker - one of those fancy ones that you’ve seen on TV - and slides a plain coffee cup into the holder. 

“Uh, no thanks.” You turn to the door and begin to open it, but Geto clicks his tongue thrice. 

“You’re just going to leave without getting what you came for?”

You pause for a moment, then turn back to look him over once. “Don’t you mean what you brought me over here for?” A lazy smile spreads across his face, and that’s when you realize that he’s charming, but not necessarily as suave as you first imagined. You shut the door and walk over to him, examining his physique as if you hadn’t just helped yourself to his tall, statuesque figure already. He allows you to look him over, eyes dedicatedly following you.

“Like what you see, doll?” You don’t get a chance to answer as he pulls you into his chest with a smooth movement, then presses his lips against yours. You instantly open your mouth so he can slide his tongue inside, and he does so without hesitation. Hands grasp at your flimsy night shirt, pulling it over your shoulders as he backs you up against the wall, hiking one leg up and wrapping the other around his waist. 

As both of your hands tangle in hair, fabric, sweat, you wonder how long - just how long - he’s wanted to do this. But your train of thought is rudely interrupted by his lips trailing kiss down your neck and to your collarbone, where he pauses for a second, catching his breath. Fingers dance through his locks and he peers up at you for a second, drinking in your flushed expression and breathy exhales. 

“Geto, please, I--” You’re silenced again by his lips, his thick fingers rolling past the waistband of your night shorts and right to your core, where he nestles them into your heat with ease. 

“Goddamn…” The rumbling of his voice vibrates against your chest, and you gasp, feeling every stroke of his fingers inside of you. “So fucking wet… just for me.” Your vision narrows in on the black eyes watching your every move, the angle of your face, the way you tilt your chin to the side and shakily exhale. Everything is perfect. Maybe even better than he imagined at first. But you don’t know that, and you really don’t care to know. All you want is release and for that release to be at Geto’s hands. When he removes his fingers and hoists you onto the suede couch, your first reaction is to cry out in shock. 

His hands roll your shorts down to your knees and then press your legs open, spreading you for him to examine. 

“You’re a mess down there… perhaps I should help you clean up.” 

“Huh?” The double entendre is completely lost on you in the heat of the moment. You watch as he leans down, then moves to lick your core with a flat tongue, stroking up before he goes down again and repeats his action twice. Your head finds the soft cushion of the pillow in ecstasy, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. 

Geto hums down below, fully appreciating your taste before sucking on your clit, hard. You yelp, shooting up, but his hand presses you back down, eyes still closed. Fingers make their way up to your breasts, tugging at your nipples leisurely before tightening and pulling with more tension. “Oh, god, please…” Your hands find his head, and at the sudden application of pressure, he grunts again. And you’re left there in agonizing pleasure, dangling between an orgasm and a build-up of pressure, one stroke away from tumbling into the cavern of blissful unawareness. 

Geto stops without warning, pulling back to watch you as he still tweaks your nipples with varying degrees of firmness. You tug at his shorts in a silent plea for him to discard them, and he waits a minute before sliding them off wordlessly. His length is impressive, you note, his cock springing free from his shorts and angled upwards a little. A condom is produced just as quickly, and he rolls it over himself before spreading you a little wider to accommodate his length. When he nudges his cock at your slit, you realise he’s a little breathless and shaking, but that all goes to the back of your mind when he slides inside of you with little resistance. 

“Fuck, doll, that’s--” He groans just as you moan, both of you relishing the expanding feeling. “God, that’s perfect.” You whimper at his praise and bring your hands to his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he begins to pump into you. Geto’s lips find your neck and he sucks a hickey on your left side, placing another one neatly below it while his hands cup your ass. 

“Does that feel good?” He whispers and you nod, completely at a loss for words. But soon, it’s not enough, and your fingers dig into his back. He’s fucking you slowly… too slowly. 

“M-more,” you whine, and he delivers his thrusts faster, pumping into you and moaning loudly. Your fingers find his face and angles it towards your raised head so you can kiss him on the lips. He offers you that mercy - a deep, languid kiss - while he plows into you with abandon. Pleasure is the only thing on your minds - you just so happen to have found it in each other’s arms - and your orgasm is just within reach.

“Geto, I’m close…” His response to your words is to lift your left leg a little higher so it practically hung off the couch and in the air, deeping his strokes until they settled against your cervix, like someone tapping a soft rhythm into your stomach. “Shit, like that.” 

“Yeah?” he exhales, looking at your face with a blissed-out expression, his cheeks reddening. You raise your hips to meet his with each thrust, hoping your orgasm would arrive before Geto came. There isn’t much you can do though, besides writhe beneath him and pull him closer to you, thereby making you and him almost inseparable. He’s merely rocking into your hips now, cock barely rolling out of you as before. And you can’t deny that it feels like heaven, not when you’ve been so frustrated for so long. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Geto hisses into your mouth, and you nod, constricting a little to urge him on. What you fail to realize is that the constriction was just what you need to tumble over into the abyss of thoughtlessness, and your mouth opens to let loose a guttural moan as Geto fucks you faster and faster, chasing his own orgasm on the heels of yours. “Oh, shit,” Your neighbor sinks into you one final time, shooting his cum into the condom, but pumping in stuttered strokes as if he were really letting loose inside of you. 

When you both fall from the heights of your sex-induced high, shoulders and heads are draped where there is comfort and space, little exhales from his mouth fanning across your breasts. Geto lifts off of your sweaty chest and looks you in the eyes before breathing: 

“Maybe I should start my days with this instead of a workout.”

[sparrowonn]

The Theatre of Tragedy - Arcane FanFic - Vi & Caitlyn

Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends)

Characters in Part 1: Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Powder/Jinx and a Cat. Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Angst, Drama, Conflict, PARKOUR! SPOILERS TO ARCANE S1 Word Count: 1760 Note: Takes place directly after Season Finale of Arcane. The Short Story will follow Vi and Caitlyn. Follow me to see the updates. 

Breaking it up in to parts. I’m not a magician who can slap down chapters.

I also don’t have an Official Title for the overall story yet. I’m open to Suggestions.

Enjoy!

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PART 1 – The Theatre of Tragedy

[Music Choice: Within Temptation – The Purge] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yoBIQkL4r0s

Chapter 1: Let It All Burn – The Purge

EXT – Night Zaun – Silco’s old Warehouse – Abandoned Factory

A large gust of wind fills the atmosphere, dust picking up in the warm air while the blood moon shines down upon the Undercity. A bright blue light surrounds the area of Silco’s old Warehouse where Vander was killed many years prior. Then everything starts shaking. Powder….no Jinx had hit the trigger on her weapon. It was an enormous shark headed missile launcher that had released a rocket that was designed with explosive material enhanced with technology of Hextech capable of bringing death and destruction. It was glowing like a blue flare streaking across the sky heading directly to Piltovers Capital. 

Caitlyn screamed as Vi held her, her voice could be heard echoing in the wind. It could cut through you like a knife and that’s exactly how Vi felt in the moment, unable to speak as she was in shock and feeling defeated after realizing what Powder had just done. “I failed” she thought to herself. “I failed Powder and I failed Caitlyn” her thought continued. She could feel Caitlyn’s hands gripping deeper onto her body for support but before she had a chance to look to her – another bright light engulfed them with a BOOM. It was blinding – the missile had made contact and the concussion explosion was coming; based on the impact Vi remembered the last time this was going to be felt for miles away.

The wind picked up stronger and was pushing against both Caitlyn and Vi as the flooring beneath them started vibrating. Vi’s lips parted as she yelled “shit” covering her eyes and trying to get a glimpse of Caitlyn to see if she was alright but the light was too blinding. “Vi!” Caitlyn yelled as she started to realize the bridge was shaking uncontrollably. It was old and rickety to begin from the first explosion years prior and was now about to collapse. “Get back Cupcake, the bridge is about to bre-ak!” As Vi is covering her eyes from the wind and dust – she pulls Caitlyn’s body into her and can feel her warmth for a brief moment before shoving her onto a secure ledge just as the bridge gives away. “Fuck.”

The bridges supporting legs start collapsing one row by one, metal beams folding in, wood, rock and additional debris start becoming airborne. Caitlyn was watching in fear from the ledge Vi had thrown her on for safety. She couldn’t believe what she had just gone through, what she was going through….would this nightmare of a day ever end? Vi starts to slide sideways down the flooring as it tilts over. She starts losing her footing and is about to be being thrown off- until she jumps up grabbing onto another ledge of the collapsing bridge, she is able to pull herself up and continue to vault across to another section as it continues to fall. Caitlyn knew how talented Vi was on the streets but this is a collapsing structure 100 feet off the ground. She watched as the tower started to hit the floor below crumbling while expelling a dust cloud- she needed to get down there, she needed to find Vi. The last moment she saw Vi before the dust cloud engulfed her was when she just jumped off a metal ledge that separated from the bridge about 20 feet off the ground and then she was gone.

Within the dust cloud Vi in her last moment had made the decision to ride a part of the bridge until it hit the ground and to jump off it in it’s last seconds in hope that she wouldn’t get caught beneath the rubble. She drove her feet into a metal panel of the bridge as it was falling while pushing off it with explosive force making herself airborne. She knew this next part was not going to feel good. The speed combined with the height of her jump and the soon to be impact of the ground was about be a memory she would never forget. THUMP she had made contact to the ground with her feet and quickly rolled off her shoulder to expel the energy of the impact, if she tried to stop the roll, she knew she would end up either getting caught under the bridge collapse or in worse off shape. She was hoping she would be able to walk away from this incident until she felt something slam into her head as she was rolling – it was hard with no give- a solid rock perhaps? Vi groaned in pain then she starting hearing a sharp ringing in her ears and then lost all consciousness.

Chapter 2: There Is No Place Like Home

EXT – Night Zaun – Outside The Abandoned Factory - Alleyway

Everything is hazy. Vi feels her back against a wall, its cold and damp and she can feel her fingers dig through the dirt beneath her. She was on the ground, alive but everything looked hazy like a dream. Had everything that just happened been a dream? Did Powder actually just launch a dangerous bomb towards the Uppercity? Vi’s head was pounding and as her eyes started to refocus slowly down the alley way, she could see a bunch of kids playing and one of them looked like Powder. Vi reaches her hand out “Powder….” Then realising that something isn’t right “POWDER!” Vi’s eye’s dart open and she leans forward to try to grasp hold of something from the past – something she doesn’t want to lose – someone she was meant to protect - her sister.  

Two hands push her back against the wall and as she looks up it’s Ekko. “Get off me.” She slaps his arms off of her and then pushes him out of the way noticing that there were never any kids in the alley just a sad looking cat looking for food.

 Ekko steps aside and leans against a wall sliding down next to Vi. “you’re lucky I found you. You caught another lucky break Vi.” Vi stares at the ground realizing everything was real….everything was starting to sink in. “Where’s Cait- “ Ekko points down the alley about 10 feet away Caitlyn is sitting on wooden box in her enforcers uniform which is how Powder had kidnapped her earlier. Her head within her hands crying. She is devastated. This has been her worst nightmare become a reality, she didn’t even notice that Vi started to become conscious again. Ekko leans back and looks to the sky – a shade of red from the blood moon. “Vi, Powder is dead. Your sister doesn’t exist anymore. It’s only Jinx now-I told you this before.” 

Vi could hear the words Ekko was saying but she was transfixed on Caitlyn. The moon light illuminated off her soft features while tears rolled down her cheeks. Why did she stay? Vi exhaled while pushing her weight against the wall to get up ignoring Ekko. She knew in these moments she wanted to be with Caitlyn but didn’t know what to say. She silently staggers up from behind wrapping her arms around Caitlyn’s back and utters out “I’m so sorry.” Caitlyn feels the warmth and strength of another embrace her, acknowledging that she isn’t alone in this moment and feeling safe she cries harder as she feels the hug tighten. She then turns around to face Vi and notices how sincere her expression is. This wasn’t something Caitlyn wanted anyone to see as she was an Enforcer of Piltover – one of the finest and her duty was to be there for other people and protect them but here she was in her moment of weakness not knowing how many people died today and if her mother was one of them. More tears rolled down her face and her arms got weaker, Vi couldn’t stand to watch her cry and so she hugged her again and whispered into her ear in a serious voice. 

“You need to go---- Caitlyn.” It was the first time Vi had said her name correctly and had not called her Cupcake. “Go to your family.” Vi knew she had to let her go again and had made the decision as soon as she saw how dire the situation was. Caitlyn on hearing her name pulled away from Vi’s embrace staring directly into her blue eyes-but just as they both make eye contact Vi looked away not wanting to face the reality of letting another person down especially when that person was Caitlyn. Caitlyn realizes in the moment that Vi is staying to find her sister in the Undercity again, her body language had said it all– and it wasn’t what she wanted. “You can’t…You can’t be serious! She just murdered more people VI!” Vi takes half a step back biting her bottom lip not wanting to admit it but knew the truth. “I know….which is why I need to find her. You wouldn’t understand-I might be the only person who can get through to her and stop her...” Vi turns away from Caitlyn tightening her right fist digging her nails into her palm wrapping her thumb around the bottom of them. She was acting tough on the outside but felt defeated on the inside. In her heart she didn’t want this…but knew it was the only way to protect Caitlyn and her sister. She didn’t stay in a cell thinking about anything else other then finding her sister…but now she wasn’t even sure she existed. How could she live up to the promise she had made to Vander in his dying moments to take care of Powder. Her internal struggle of failing everyone and now needing to push everyone away was all she knew. Ekko watched on knowing that the outcome would be another separation of the two as he believed they both come from two different worlds although Caitlyn did change his prospective a little on some Enforcers and she was correct about Jinx-she murdered a lot of people. Wanting to give them some privacy he briefly walks away. 

Caitlyn stood up wiping the tears off her face, forcefully changing her expression to face Vi. “Your sister can not come back from what she has done. She will pay for her crimes.” Vi looked down to the ground not wanting to face Caitlyn “I know…..” the words out of her mouth were softer than her normal tone. “don’t get yourself killed….Vi” Caitlyn turned away ready to walk just as Ekko steps out from a dark corner and glances towards Vi. “I’ll get her to the Uppercity, I know the fastest route. But-” he points to Caitlyn “you need to change. No one around here likes Enforcers.”

[End Music Choice: Within Temptation – Mercy Mirror] - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OVhmdLVVS-U

End of PT 1

Bonus [Aftermath]: As Vi and Caitlyn turned away from each other they both take a deep breath realizing how difficult that next step would be again but something deep down inside tells them-they would meet again and their fates would be intertwined.

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Well, I hope you enjoyed PT 1. PT 2 – I’ll need time to write out the chapters. It will continue to follow Caitlyn and Vi. There might be only 3 Parts to this Short Story. 6 Chapters Total.

A couple post notes: While writing this I thought a good team up would be Ekko and Caitlyn as their character motivations seem to be aligning more. Vi – is probably one of my favourite characters but is definitely one of the most damaged characters of Arcane. Just like Jinx they both have internal conflicts that arise from past events but that’s what makes these characters interesting. Everyone has a different motivation to survive and achieve goals. Vi’s life purpose was to find her sister and protect her and to try to keep her promise with Vander (her father figure) as it was also his dying wish. Talk about rough. Things might get dark before they get easier for Vi.

I am a supporter of the relationship of Vi and Caitlyn but it has layers and honestly, I would be surprised if Riot Games doesn’t go deeper into it when they do the next season. I have an idea based off the final episode where they might go for additional conflict/drama. I will not cover any of that in this short. However, I did want them to have a fight about Jinx. That isn’t the only problem though. In the worlds they live in neither of them is accepted for their class status in each others world and that is a challenge that they both will face in the future.

I was glad to involve Ekko – he wasn’t in the first draft of this. He was in part 2 but when I thought about the dynamics and who would know the Undercity and pull Vi’s ass out of trouble (or out of rubble) -it was Ekko because he would probably hear the commotion of things going on (like an enforcer getting kidnapped-as I don’t suspect Jinx to be so good at it that she would go unnoticed. She likes to be noticed-which is also a scary thing as it makes you a threat to others.). I believe Ekko would want to check that out and now that Silco is gone- the Undercity will be on at war as gangs start to fight for territory. Maybe that’s a spoiler for my PT 2. 😉 

Or maybe PT 2 is the adventures of Ekko and Caitlyn? LOL -jk If you want a little laugh I purposely left Ekko in the scene till the end because I thought that awkwardness of him being there not sure if he should go or not and then he walks away only to come back moments later. Lol. We’ve all been there and I think it would be a funny character flaw-if he isn't great at reading a room. Have a great new year!