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[leondxs]

Leondas hates knights or any human that dons head to toe in armor. And it is simply because they are so much more difficult to hunt than the average human. His nails and teeth can rip through flesh with ease, but not metal. And he finds it difficult to remove their armor during combat to get at the tender flesh hidden underneath.

They actually pose somewhat of a challenge to him. Though he has other means of dispatching prey aside from the more conventional method (teeth and claws), he finds it annoying regardless.

Though he will admit, it makes the resulting meal far more satisfying.

[wandaslovey]

𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗, 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢

➺ step mommy!wanda x innocent!fem reader

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a/n: the people have spoken! the poll i posted was incredibly close between mommy!wanda w/ readers first time being with a woman and mommy!wanda corruption kink. i decided to just go ahead and combine the two. enjoy!

a/n: so i actually hate this buuut i figured i would post it anyways. any feedback is welcome, just please be nice :)) (im fragile🥹)

*not proofread*

cw: unspecified age gap, stepcest, mommy!kink, corruption kink, somnophilia, cunnilingus (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), mild humiliation (sorta?)

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you were cuddled up in wanda’s arms as you lie on your side, facing the television with some old disney movie playing. she had her arm draped around your torso, holding your body back against hers. you had fallen asleep a little while ago, your breathing slow and even.

it was your last week of being home for summer semester before you had to go back to school. you had debated going back home for break, and not even because you had to face your notoriously neglectful father, but because you had to face your step mother—wanda. it had been a few years now that she had married your father. it was a marriage strictly out of convenience and stability. she had her twin boys to raise and wanted a father figure for them to look up to. what she didn’t expect was to inherit you. her beautiful, precious, innocent step-daughter. you were 18 at the time and a senior in high school. she easily took your under her wing and loved you just as much as she did her own children. her love for you started out innocent, but soon morphed into her own perversion. she loved how perfectly innocent you were—even as the years went by. the way your dressed, spoke and acted all seemed to drive her fantasies into an even more perverted corner.

she would often lay awake at night, touching herself to the thought of you. your soft, small hands squeezing and caressing her breasts. your full, pouty lips pressed against hers or better yet.. wrapped around one of her nipples. she knew you were inexperienced and that only drove her more insane. one of her favorite fantasies was having you in her lap, your little skirt bunched up at your waist as she had her wand vibrator pressed up against your cloth-covered pussy. she would try different settings, taking in your little gasps and whimpers as she takes note of just how sensitive you are.

“oh, does that feel good, baby?”

“mm, mommy loves watching you squirm like this in her lap.”

she would watch in real time as your panties become soaking wet, the material almost see through by the time she was done.

now you.. you were completely and utterly enthralled with wanda. she was so beautiful, elegant and seemed to perform every thing she did with grace. even down to the smallest domestic actions, you found yourself squirming in your seat as she went about doing the tasks. growing up, you never had much sexual interest in boys or girls. once your step-mother came into your life, boy, did that change. you found yourself instantly attracted to her femininity, her kindness, but mostly her nurturing disposition. having a narcissistic biological mother meant you lacked one of the most important female relationships in your life.

you craved her attention. since you were attending a local college, that allowed you to travel home often. you didn’t ever go back to see your dad (of course) but to see her. and if you were being honest, you did love billy and tommy as well. they were the greatest little siblings you could have ever hoped for.

each time you went back to visit, your fantasies and thoughts about wanda became progressively more explicit. it started with her holding you, gently stroking your hair as you were cuddled up. however, you knew your feelings were getting stronger when one day you were passing her bedroom and found the door open a crack. she was dressing into her night clothes and you caught a glimpse of her naked back. you couldn’t walk away even if you wanted to. you stood there gawking as she dressed, seeing more of her bare skin than ever before. there was a growing, slightly foreign ache between your legs as you watched her. you pressed your thighs together, mouth slightly agape as you stared at the sight before you.

from then on, anytime you were home you would make it a point to try and sneak a peak of her nakedness whenever you knew she might be showering or changing. in bed at nighttime, your mind ran wild with so many fantasies. you were innocent, but not clueless. you would imagine her perfectly manicured hands sliding down your bare torso, her fingers dipping into the hem of your sleep shorts. then after teasing you a bit, her pulling them off your legs. she would be slow, soft and gentle with her touches. her voice (which you could listen to all day) murmuring sweet praises as she drew small, tight circles around your clit. her kissing and marking your neck. you would proudly wear her love bites.

her gasping with you as she inserts her fingers into your virginal pussy for the first time…

as the movie played on the screen, wanda found herself unable to focus on the scene unfolding before her. instead, she was watching you—your chest rising and falling steadily. she propped herself up, peeking down at your face to make sure your eyes were closed. her libido was burning hot. your body held firmly against hers was enough to get her mind running a mile a minute. you sigh softly in your sleep, wiggling your ass further against her front. wanda smiles to herself, finding the image of you sleeping so soundly in her arms just adorable. but what would be even more adorable? hearing your little whimpers and moans as she touches you. she had never touched you in a non-innocent way before and honestly—she was tired of being good. she wanted her way with you, and tonight she was going to have it.

she began slowly tracing her fingertips up and down your arm, goosebumps rising in their wake. your skin was so soft under her touch. her hand slid to your torso, her fingers slipping under your shirt and running up your waist. she stopped when her fingertips felt the fabric of your bra. she shifted herself carefully so she was propped up on one arm, her body hovering above yours. her free hand now traced slowly up your knee, her fingers on a sinful journey to your soft, milky inner thighs. she gently squeezed the squishiest part, wanting to do that since she saw a glimpse of them whenever you wore your bikini’s at the pool. your legs parted for her and she smiled at your body’s natural instinct to open up for her.

her fingers teased the edges of your panties and she noticed there was already a small wet patch on the material. oh you were a needy girl, weren’t you.

she quickly became desperate to see more of you, but she didn’t want you to wake—yet. she gently pulled your shirt down, the material bunching just past the middle part of your bra. she then leaned down, pressing slow, wet kisses along the tops of your breasts. her tongue snaked out, dipping behind the material and grazing over your nipple. you shifted slightly, a small whine sounding past your lips. wanda paused her movements briefly, glancing up at your face to make sure you were still asleep. once she was satisfied you weren’t going to open your eyes, her fingers resumed their teasing of your inner thighs and panty lines. she dragged her tongue across your chest to your other breast, this time swiping her tongue more firmly over your pert nipple. the hand that was teasing the seam of your panties finally slid past the material, seeking your now inexplicably wet heat. her finger dragged down your slit, gathering the wetness at your entrance and then swirling it up around your clit. you began to stir slightly, your hips gently rolling up into her ministrations.

she kept you on the edge of unconsciousness, being careful not to rouse her little girl prematurely. once she thought you were sufficiently worked up, she maneuvered herself until she was laying between your legs. she gently lifted one of your legs so it bended for her, your unconscious body seeming to assist her as you rest your foot flat on the couch, your leg leaning to the side for better access to your core. she leaned down, her eyes intent on your face as she didn’t want to miss a single reaction. her warm tongue drew a line up your panty-covered slit. your body twitched at the sensation, a small hum in the back of your throat. she repeated the action, gliding her tongue up and down a few times before she needed the offending garment off your body.

her hands caressed up your thighs before grabbing onto your panties and sliding them off of you. she was mindful to take them all the way off, tucking them away in her pocket for later. returning to her previous engagement, she watched your brow furrow slightly, a small gasp leaving your lips as her tongue parted your wet folds. she hummed softly at the flavor of you and fought the urge to delve in right there.

wanting to see those pretty eyes of yours now that her head was between your legs, she licked a firmer stripe up your slit, her hands squeezing your hips. you began to stir again, a feeling of confusion washed over you as you realize there was something hot and wet against your core. you gasped, suddenly awake all at once as you look down and see your step-mother with her head between your legs, her tongue swirling all over your heat. “w-wanda?” you panted out, confused. while you had hoped for something like this to happen, you didn’t think it actually would.

“hmm, hi sweet girl,” she murmured into your pussy, her eyes gleaming with wicked intent as she looked up a you. her tongue expertly explored your folds and you couldn’t help but whimper softly, the sight before you almost overwhelming.

“what’re you doing?” you whimpered. your hips gently rolling into her face at their own accord.

“shhh, baby. let mommy have her fun, hmm? i promise you’ll like it.” you didn’t really need much further encouragement, so you let her proceed without further protest.

“that’s it, huh? were you hoping i would do this to you? were you hoping mommy would finally cave and eat her little girl’s pussy?”

you moaned, her words only making your head more cloudy. she chuckled and you could feel the vibrations reverberate through your core.

you were getting lost in the sensations when she suddenly stopped. “tell me,” she insisted, her eyes were intent on your face as if searching for the truth.

“y-yes mommy..” you whimpered, feeling embarrassed to have to admit this to your step mother. “yes what, baby?” you squirmed under her scrutiny, not wanting to reveal your naughty fantasies out loud. with your hesitation, she decided to tease you further, her finger coming up and circling your entrance. she teased your opening, dipping just the tip of her finger in and out. you whined, her ministrations pleasant but not enough. “please,” you whined. she persisted with her teasing motions, careful not to give you too much stimulation. “tell me the truth milaya moya..i want to hear your say it.” you swallowed back some of your nerves, your fuzzy mind making it harder to want to hide the truth from her. “i’ve wanted you to touch me like this for so long, mommy..” your voice was breathless, your body became more desperate as her fingers continued teasing you.

“have you? what a naughty girl.. and here i was thinking you were a sweet, innocent little thing.” she cooed, her touch becoming more pleasurable as she rewarded your honesty by drawing firm circles around your clit. you moaned, your eyes slid shut wanting to savor every sensation she was pulling from your body.

“ah ah ah, open your eyes. watch mommy.” her voice was gentle yet commanding; you had no choice but to obey. you opened your eyes and find that where her eyes were once green, they were now almost black with desire. “have you ever stuck your fingers inside here before?” her finger gently prodded at your opening, you body wiggling at the sensation.

“o-once..” while the experience wasn’t entirely unpleasant, you didn’t understand why girls would pleasure themselves that way. it just didn’t feel that good to you. “and you didn’t like it?” she gently probed, the hand that wasn’t teasing your entrance caressing the outside of your thigh.

you shook your head, opting to remain silent to answer her question. “that’s perfectly normal, baby. you know what though? i’ll bet mommy can find that special spot inside of you. will you let me try?” truthfully, she was going to try it regardless of what you said. she knew she would be able to find that sweet, spongy spot to curl her fingers against, drawing white hot pleasure from you. you nodded your head slowly, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth nervously.

with how wet you were, wanda was sure two of her fingers could easily slip inside. she watched you as your eyes were locked in on her hand that was between your legs. when she slipped her two fingers inside your hole, you gasped. there was a slight pressure from the stretch but you found it only added to the pleasure you felt. her face contorted with yours and she mimicked your facial expression, wholly invested in your pleasure as if it were her own.

her fingers moved slowly at first, but soon after picked up the pace. you threw your head back, your eyes shutting once again.

“open your eyes, pretty girl. look at me.” you whimpered, reluctantly opening your eyes again to look into hers. she chose that moment then to curl her fingers up against that spongy spot inside you. your mouth formed an “o,” your brows pulling together as you whined, the feeling surprising you. she quickly picked up the pace, her fingers curling and rubbing up against your g spot with fervor. “that’s it baby. you feel that? you feel mommy inside of you?” you moaned and bucked your hips into her hand, feeling her thumb start to circle your clit.

you felt the pressure building in your lower abdomen, your heart starting to pound in your chest as you get closer to your climax. one of your hands clutched onto her wrist of the hand that was pumping in and out of your wet hole.

“mommy! gonna cum!” your body was writhing and shaking under her touch. you finally become unraveled as she leans down and wraps her lips around your clit, suckling the bundle of nerves into her mouth. the moan you let out was downright pornographic as she helps you ride out your high; her fingers slowing and her tongue giving you little kitten licks until you were fully back down to earth.

you chest rose and fell heavily as you tried to catch your breath. wanda crawled up your body, her legs on either side of your hips as she gently rested her upper body atop of yours. she brushed some stray hairs behind your ear, taking note of your adorably flushed cheeks. your eyes were closed as you gathered yourself and when they peeked open to look at hers, they were met with a sea of green. a small smile was tugging on the corners of her lips.

“hi,” you whispered quietly, your eyes slightly hooded as your orgasm only made you feel sleepy again. “hi, baby love,” she smiled at you, her eyes crinkling and her nose scrunching. you give her back a small smile of your own, your brain and body feeling fuzzy and light. “mmm i feel like jello, mommy.” she chuckled gently at your chosen word to describe how you feel. “yeah?” she leaned in and began peppering light kisses all over your face, relishing in your cuteness. you giggled softly, wrapping your arms around her neck to keep her there. she scooted over, maneuvering herself so she was lying next to you with your body pulled close against hers.

you two lie there in silence for several minutes, just enjoying each others company. “wanda?” you questioned, your voice soft and a little hesitant. “hmmm?”

“how long have you wanted to do that to me?”

wanda smiled to herself which you didn’t see with your face tucked under into her neck.

“a long time.” she said simply.

[tathrin]

Here’s another “too short to do anything real with” snippet that popped into my head, so I’m once again sharing it with tumblr (maybe I should start a story that’s just Short Snippets In Aman and post it on AO3 that way? hmmm).

❧ When Thranduil Sailed At Last ☙

When some four thousand years of the Fourth Age of the world had passed, and Elves had faded out of the memories of Men and into their legends and stories instead; when the Dwarves who remained had buried themselves so deeply within their mountain halls that only the echoes of their singing sometimes emerged to haunt the waking world; when the forest of Eryn Lasgalen, once called Mirkwood, once called Greenwood the Great, was finally empty of all elvensong save in memory and bewitchment, and those elves who had refused the Call of the Sea and the Grace of the Valar for all time were but faded and fey whispers of what once they had been, flitting through the shadows of their trees with bewitching laughter—then, and only then, did Thranduil, the last King of the Elves, at long last cross the Sea.

He was but a shadow of himself then, for his people were all gone or faded into the greenwood, and his trees barely whispered to him now; but every league he traveled along the Straight Road restored him somewhat in face and form, as the fair light of Valinor stretched gentle fingers towards his proud and weary face.

Thranduil was not wholly pleased by this restoration, for he had spent his life standing against the Shadow of the Valar's broken promises and errant deeds without their aid—or at least, without any aid of theirs that he had taken willingly—and it would be another ten thousand years at least before he would be healed of the pains of his past enough to forgive them for all the blood they had brought to his Middle-earth. He was not wholly pleased, but he did not turn back; he had changed that much, at least, in those four thousand years of Elven Fading, and he could put aside his stubborn pride for his family's sake, if not his own. It was them he sailed to find again, and not the Valar nor their Grace. He had no wish of either, but for the sake of his kin, he would endure their blessed light.

He was the last Elf to leave the forest that had once been Greenwood the Great.

When he set foot upon the White Shores, he was greeted by one of the first.

"Mae govannen, meltha-nín."

Thranduil stood in the foam of the waves and stared at the elf-woman in front of him. She was short and slim as a sapling, with cheeks the soft brown of an oak and hair only a shade lighter. Her grey eyes were bright as sun-kissed iron and her smile was as small as a half-grown flowerbud. She was dressed in flowing robes of green in many colors, as though she walked clad in all the shades of a summertime forest. Her hair hung loose and unbound, so long that it kissed the sands under her bare brown feet. Fine silver clasped her wrists, un-bejeweled but clearly of skillful Dwarven make.

"Angmeril?" Thranduil gasped.

She laughed and spread her arms and he ran up the sands into them, crying out with joy and ancient grief as he caught her up and swung her three times through the air. Those who had known the elvenking in later days would have gaped to see him cavorting so carefree upon the shores, an untroubled laugh upon his lips and a smile altogether unconstrained across his face.

"I almost did not recognize you," he murmured, when he set her down at last.

"It has been that long?" Angmeril said archly.

"Your hair is so long," Thranduil breathed, lifting a soft brown lock with bewildered awe.

Angmeril's smile cracked wider, twisting crooked upon her face; it was the sort of smile that was kept often hidden and could only be teased-out by a rare and secret jest.

"Well," she said, "you did take a very long time to join us."

Thranduil frowned. "I am sorry—"

"I am not," she cut him off harshly. "I am not. I tried to swim back seven times, my love. Ulmo got very tired of me."

Thranduil laughed.

"Had you come even a minute before you truly wanted to leave; if I suspected even now that you had come for me rather than yourself," Angmeril cautioned him fiercely, "I would gut you even now upon these shores and you would have to wade your way back to us through the Halls of Mandos."

Thranduil beamed at her brightly enough to for a moment outshine the sun. He bent to press his lips upon her brow. "Oh my love," he breathed, "I have missed you so."

"Well, you are stuck here until the ending of the world now, like the rest of us," she retorted, "so we shall have plenty of time to make-up for our lost years now."

"True," said Thranduil, and they set off arm-in-arm across the grass. Thranduil kept sneaking glances at the elf-woman at his side, as though he could not believe the truth of his own eyes. She caught him looking and raised her eyebrows in a wry, silent question. "Ah, my iron-flower," he explained, "I still cannot help but marvel at your hair!"

"As I said," Angmeril replied coyly, "you took a long time to join us. I did not want to cut it again without you here."

"Ah," said Thranduil, and a crooked smile to match his wife's teased its way across his face.

"You enjoyed witnessing the reactions so much the last time, after all," Angmeril teased. "And that was a grim army in the midst of a terrible siege. How much more shocked and outraged will all these fine Lords and Ladies be, here in fair and peaceful Aman where they say no ills or hurts can ever find us?"

Thranduil's laugh rang out loud and long across the dunes. "Oh," he said again, "I have missed you so."

They smiled together, the onetime Queen and King of Mirkwood, and walked forward together into forever, whether the rest of the dwellers of Aman were ready for them there or no.

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[hellsirenqueen-moved]

Lucifer x Lilith Week 2024 Day1 Flying / The Fall AO3 Link

Being condemned to Hell, at first, was a spear in the heart for both Lilith and Lucifer. Banished from the eyes of Heaven as the Seraphim cursed their names for committing the crime of temptation for forbidden knowledge.

Now?

The First Woman thrived on her new freedom. She was glad to no longer be under the strict rules of Heaven. Their holier than thou attitude about everything made her quite irritated. Just because she didn't have any special abilities or fancy wings back then, it didn't mean they had to look down at her and Adam with such disdain. Look at her now!

She was a ruling Queen of Hell, with a handsome husband who was once an angel from the Heavens. Lilith sympathized with his loss of his home. She saw how the Fall affected him. He was an absolute mess.

As Lilith sat by a window in their study, watching acid rain tap against the glass window, she thought back on that day. . . . ❧❦☙ ❧❦☙ ❧❦☙ ❧❦☙ ❧❦☙ ❧❦☙ ❧❦☙ ❧❦☙ ❧❦☙ ❧❦☙

Sera glared down at both her and Lucifer as they stood side by side.

"Lucifer, you knew that the fruit you gave Eve was forbidden for her to eat yet you did so anyway. The knowledge it contained should never be in the hands of humans. For your actions, you must pay the price!" In the distance, Lilith could see Adam holding Eve in his arms, not even sparing her a single glance. Who could blame him? She was replaced the moment the angels realized that the chemistry between her and Adam was not compatible. Lilith was far too independent to be the perfect bride for him, despite their instructions to create life for Eden. But since Lilith would not cooperate, they had to correct a mistake to have another woman created in order to accomplish such a task. So they made Adam make a sacrifice, a mere slap on the wrist - now that she thought about it, in order to have a proper fitting wife. Lilith was now considered as collateral damage, a mistake to be dealt with at a later date.

Well, if they saw her as a mistake, she would stay with the one who never saw her as such. The one who saw that she had a bright future and a brilliant mind all on her own.

Lilith quickly moved in front of Lucifer as several angelic spears appeared around Sera. The Seraphim's eyes gave a bright white glow as hidden eyes became visible within her wings.

"Stand aside, Lilith! This is his crime and he must pay the price!"

Lilith clung to Lucifer, who had his head down this whole time. He wore a confused expression as she wrapped her arms around him. She held him tightly, "Over my dead body! If you're going to punish him, you might as well punish me as well." Lucifer gazed at Lilith in shock. Why was she so willingly to stand between him and a Seraphim? Was she crazy?!

"Lilith..?"

Sera took a breath, analyzing the situation, " Very well. On behalf of Heaven, I hereby condemn you both to exile in Hell!" The ground beneath them began to shake and crack. Lilith held Lucifer tightly as she whispered to him, "I won't let go of you, not now, not ever..my love." Lucifer didn't have time to respond to her as he held Lilith tight to his chest as the angelic spears were released towards them both. His wings wrapped around Lilith while the ground beneath them crumbled as they were cast into a deep crimson cavern. It felt like it went on forever, feeling weightless in their eternal drop into a bottomless pit of nothing. As they fell, Lilith could feel her head swell in pain, causing her to bury her face further into his chest. Her hands clawed at his back, clinging onto Lucifer in hopes of relief in his company.

It wasn't until there was a hard thud that they realized that they finally hit the bottom. Lilith slowly opened her eyes as she saw the pained expression on Lucifer's face. Slowly, Lilith sat up as she was still in Lucifer's wings. Sitting on her knees, she pulled him up as well, allowing him to rest his head against her chest.

"Lucifer..?" She gently brushed a hand over his cheek, hoping to wake him from his unconscious state. After calling his name for a few minutes, he finally woke up, groaning under his breath as the pain from their fall was abundantly obvious to his senses now. His wings shifted a little, just enough to allow them to see their surroundings.

There was nothing around them. Not a single thing other than darkness and a symbol in the sky above them that was a gate to Heaven.

Lucifer didn't acknowledge the spears in his wings just yet. Instead, his gaze was focused on that gate above them. He raised a hand up only to recoil as he recalled Sera's words. Lilith looked over his wings, reaching a hand out, "Lucifer, your wings. Do you need help?"

He shifts his attention to the spears, only able to nod. Lucifer was far too stunned to say much of anything.

Lilith took care to make sure they were clean removals, quick and mostly painless. Lucifer gritted at the pain, but said nothing as they were removed. It wasn't until she took out the last one that he placed a hand on her own. "Why did you do that? Stepping between Sera and I..I'm.." his gaze turned to her face, "You've changed because of me. You should've stayed in Eden.."

Lilith blinked for a moment as she felt around her head, only to discover a pair of horns curved over her head. Well, that explains the headache. Still, she didn't care about her looks at the moment.

Dropping the last spear, she gathered Lucifer's cheeks in her hands, leaning her forehead against his.

"I belong with the one who sees me as something special. Someone who doesn't want me to change to suit their needs. Someone..who encourages me and loves me as I am. I belong with you, Lucifer. Nothing can change that." His eyes softened, flattered by her words, he smiled but it was only brief as he looked at the sad state of his wings.

"You still shouldn't have come with me. Everything is a mess because of me. Adam and Eve..you..all of you would have been better off if I listened to Sera and stayed away, Now we aren't allowed to go home and we are trapped in this wasteland. I was just trying to help and I..-" Lucifer breathed heavily, a hand grasped to his chest as he fought a moment to breathe, tears streaming down his cheeks. Lilith quickly took his hands into her own. She gentle rubbed the sides of her thumbs against his hands, humming softly, hoping that the sound of her voice would calm him. Lilith watched as he took a few deep breaths, leaning his head forward.

"Lilly.." he uttered her nickname with a strained voice, "I'm sorry.." A small smile crept over her lips as she reached a hand over to brush away his tears, "You have nothing to apologize for, my love." ❧❦☙ ❧❦☙ ❧❦☙ ❧❦☙ ❧❦☙ ❧❦☙ ❧❦☙ ❧❦☙ ❧❦☙ ❧❦☙ Lilith is then quickly pulled out of her train of thought as a warm kiss could be felt against her neck. Turning her head away from the window, she is greeted by a handsome sight, her loving husband. "Ah, so that's how we're getting your attention today, hm?" Lucifer teased, flashing her a toothy grin, "Something on you mind?"

Lilith waved a dismissive hand at Lucifer, "Just reminiscing." She gave him a small smile, "Done with your work for today?" Lucifer leaning on his cane, humming in thought, though a cheeky grin was still present. It was obvious he had a smart ass comment to make and he was proud of himself before he even spoke, "Well, the paper work is all done but I do have this dreadful meeting to attend. Perhaps I can convince a certain lovely lady to accompany me whilst I play hookie for the evening?" As he spoke, he leaned closer towards Lilith, she giggled at how cheeky he was.

"Oh Luci..How could I ever say no to you?" With an outstretched hand from Lucifer, Lilith accepted his assistance up from her seat by the window. Once she was on her feet, he escorted her from the room, leading her out to the grand hall. The pair walked around everywhere except for where they were required to be for the meeting, but that was just fine. It wasn't like they couldn't get an email or a letter summing up what happened. They usually only attended to mediate meetings anyway, especially when it came to demonic nobles.

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❧ “YOU CAN KILL ME BUT DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH THEM” ☙

➤ @excaliborn asked: ❝ hey— look at me. it’s over. it’s done. we’re okay. ❞

  Panic had filled her entirety moments before, causing the girl's chest to rise and fall at an alarming rate. There was a blond boy in front of her, trying to calm her down; her eyes could only just make out his silhouette and physique.

  This kind of thing tended to happen every now and again—war was stapled to her at this point—where she'd need to breathe and try to relax herself after something so menial had set off her moment of weakness.

  ❝Arthur—?❞ Her voice finally found her, coming out rather cracked. He was a Hufflepuff boy in her year, and the Head Boy ( that accompanied her Head Girl title ). A hand coming up to gently touch her forehead, not drenched in sweat luckily, Hermione released a shaky sigh, ❝...I'm sorry. Thank you for your help, but I'm sorry you had to witness... that.❞

[astrasrebloggedfics]

Satoru Gojo Series 2

Changes

-[Chapter 1] Ikebana

-[Chapter 2] Time

-[Chapter 3] Reunion

-[Chapter 4] Sayo's Insistence

-[Chapter 5] Evening Off

-[Chapter 6] Explanations

-[Chapter 7] The Secretary

-[Chapter 8] Unanswered Questions

-[Chapter 9] Tantrum

-[Chapter 10] Late Nights

-[Chapter 11] Date

-[Chapter 12] Appropriate Behavior

-[Chapter 13] No Regrets

-[Chapter 14] Long-Awaited

-[Chapter 15] Ren The Cat

-[Chapter 16] Justifications

-[Chapter 17] Father and Son

-[Chapter 18] Preparing for Vacation

-[Chapter 19] Late Night Shenanigans

-[Chapter 20] Beach Day

-[Chapter 21] The Right Decision

-[Chapter 22] Upset

-[Chapter 23] Apologies

-[Chapter 24] The Truth

-[Chapter 25] Shared Birthday

-[Chapter 26] Change of Plans

-[Chapter 27] Moving Forward

-[Chapter 28] Sleepless Night

-[Chapter 29] First Day of School

Serendipity

-Part 1: Rose Petals And Feathers

-Part 2: Face My Enemies

Sundered

-Part 1

-Part 2: Embers

-Part 3: Mirrors

-Part 4: Gears

-Part 5: Quarrels

-Part 6: Dreams

-Part 7: Ties

-Part 8: Brakes

-Part 8: Crush (Toji Ending)

-Catharsis

I Wasn't Waiting Masterlist

-chapter 1 — ✄ - i wasn’t waiting

-chapter 2 — ♖ — try to wait now

-chapter 3 — ✿ — will waiting be worth it?

-chapter 4 — ⚠︎ — true to your words or thoughts?

-chapter 5 — ☂︎ — silky lies

-chapter 6 — ♥ — realization hits

-chapter 7 — ☽ — oh really?

-chapter 8 — ♲︎ — jumble of the heart

-chapter 9 — ⚑ — a crack

-chapter 10 — ❧☙ — worth the wait (fluff ending)

-chapter 10 — ⟳ — rewind (angst ending) [coming soon???]

[mel-the-pirate-writeblr]

WIP: Meeting of the Minds (M(T)PJ: Ditto Defect)

My (Twisted) Pokémon Journey Masterlist

This is part of a mostly-finished-but-unpolished chapter I'm writing in Ditto Defect. It's set closer to the start of DD so there isn't too much backstory that needs to be known other than: Crystal is taking another crack at journeying through Unova and is resting in Pinwheel Forest; Team Plasma has been pretty underground up until this point; and, the best part, Crystal is having a bit of a tricky time controlling her Ditto Ability, and this is the first instance that she has this issue :)

Fun fact: this is toward the end of this chapter as a whole (but not this WIP of the chapter, in total it gets up to 3k words-ish)

(I'm not very happy with my characterization of N, I want to rewrite it before I consider this chapter finished and share all of it)

I do not own the sprite I used! I found it here!

1.5k words

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ending lines from a nonexistent prior chapter (did say this is a WIP)

    Crystal couldn't sleep with the beautiful night around her. She sat, staring into the infinite inky sky, with the countless stars. The trees framed it, and Crystal remembered the feeling of travelling – always seeing new places, new Pokémon, new people. She felt almost normal again, like a normal Trainer who had gone to a foreign region for a Pokémon journey, collecting badges and making new friends.

     She heard the nighttime sounds of nocturnal Pokémon, and went to see if she could find the source of the natural melody. Everyone else was sound asleep, and they were hidden well within Pinwheel Forest – she couldn't go too far. Even if she did, Crystal could follow their auras.

     This could almost be Viridian Forest, she thought. These are different trees, but very much the same. The Pokémon are all different, but their lives are the same. She half-expected Mt. Moon to loom in the north-eastern distance, or even Mt. Silver out to the distant west.

     An urge wormed its way into her – an urge to use Transform. As if to remind her that the nostalgia was an illusion and no longer true. The urge grew, and something about it startled her – This isn't right. Alarm shot through her as the pain followed, and this time she didn't summon it – some other will other than her own started changing her body. And it terrified her.

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Crystal's body shifted, horribly, incompletely, unnaturally. She just had to keep this to herself, figure out what to do—

     She locked eyes with something. No, someone. A human. This late at night?

     He froze. Then he started approaching, slowly. "Are you okay?" he asked softly. He held no fear in his eyes. Just concern. 

     His bushy, light-colored hair was long, and some fell over his shoulder. It might've been in a Ponyta-tail. He wore some kind of baseball cap, and nondescript clothing that could have had more color than just white and grey, but her current grey-scale night-vision couldn't pick it out.

     Crystal noticed, as she bared her teeth at him, that she made the threat with a small snout – a Vulpix's snout. She didn't growl, not yet, her fangs were the first warning. He stopped. The concern never wavered.

     "I want to help you," he said. "Can I help you?"

     She let out a quiet growl, just for a moment. No. Go away. I can't be more clear.

     He took another step forward. "Please, I know someone who might be able to help. Who did this to you?"

     Who did this? I did this. I don't need your help. 

     "Can you tell me?"

     I'm a Pokémon, as far as you know. Of course I can't.

     The fur along her spine bristled and rose threateningly. Will-o-Wisp fires appeared around her on some uncontrollable instinct.

     "You're a long way from home," he said. "Vulpix are from Kanto. Who brought you here?"

     She took a threatening step forward, growling again. The Wisps moved forward, too. He stopped again.

     "I know seeing a human must be scary. But I understand you, can you tell me what happened?"

     She just continued to growl.

     He sat down, on the forest floor, and glanced up at the starry sky. "You have no reason to trust me," he said, not looking at her. "But, I promise, I just want to help. You're hurt, you're wrong. Someone did that to you. You're not how you should be." He sighed. "How about I tell you about my childhood. About the Pokémon that I helped, and met, and lived with." 

     He reached out a hand, and a Sewaddle came out of a bush and nudged against his hand. The Pokémon here know him.

     "I grew up with a lot of hurt Pokémon," he began. "I spent time soothing them, helping them, playing with them. They taught me to understand wild Pokémon..."

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And, for nearly an hour, he talked to Crystal. He poured his heart out, he stayed where he was, as Crystal listened intently. During this time, she reached out with her psychic sense – and she found that he meant what he said. His intentions, his history.

     His stories helped her calm down from her initial alarm of her ability malfunctioning, of him finding her in such a state. Maybe that person he said could help might be a good idea. If I can return to human, and find him myself. I have to stay hidden, secret. It's dangerous that he even sees me. But he doesn't suspect that I'm human...

     The sharp snap of twigs made her whirl around, fire at the ready. The Wisps, which had faded while the guy had talked, whooshed to life as she searched for the source of the sound.

     This human was clearly an adult. His hair was nearly shaved right to his head, and had light-colored hair, aside from a darker swish of hair that went around his head like it was one of Saturn's rings.

     "Go on, Beheeyem," the man said softly, not addressing Crystal or the other guy.

     Unlike her meeting with the first guy, this human brought a Pokémon with him – something odd, a Pokémon Crystal hadn't seen before. It had light-colored skin – if it could be called skin, its form had a look of stone – and strange markings on its head. If anything, its strange form reminded her of a Gardevoir's gown. It's three-pronged hands reminded her of the old, grainy pictures of Mewtwo that circulated in newspapers and on the news. She reached out with her psychic-sense, but couldn't get a read on it – instead, something pushed back.

     "Stop it," she barked in alarm, stepping back. The presence pushed further, steadily and unhindered. "Get back!" Her fur bristled again, trying to put up a resistance – but this wasn't like anything she had encountered before. The Wisps surrounded her, but she knew they wouldn't do much.

     "It talks?" the man asked.

     "It wouldn't speak with me," the other guy said.

     "That's not a Unovan accent."

     Come along, a thought said. It pushed its way into Crystal's mind.

     No! She took another step backward.

     Come along, it repeated. Its hands started lighting up, off-white flashes.

     What is that? she wondered, warily.

     Come along.

     It wasn't hurting her. It wasn't even attacking. In fact, it wasn't moving, at all. Just watching her, as she watched it, the lights flickering. She took a hesitant step forward. She didn't want to, yet she very much wanted to.

     Come along. The thought had become a mantra inside Crystal's mind. Come along. She couldn't define where it came from – the presence, or herself. It didn't matter to her to figure that out, either. Come along.

     Crystal had to follow this Pokémon – she couldn't not. She felt compelled to go. Her hostility melted away, replaced by a welcome calmness. All of the worries she'd harbored had left. Come along.

     A gentle hand touched her back, flattening the bristled fur around her neck. The hand was warm to the touch. "We'll help you and get you back home."

     The small prick in her neck snapped her focus away from the hypnotizing control, the liquid he injected— But she couldn't move, anyway – she noticed an energy holding her in place. The same way her Kadabra would sometimes use Psychic outside of battle. Kadabra would often pull berries out of trees with ease, move small boulders, and even the time he caught her PokéDex while traversing Victory Road, where it would have gone over a cliff. Once or twice, he used Psychic to hold a Pokémon in place long enough for her to make a new entry in her PokéDex, before it ran away.

     Arceus, no, please, no. She felt fine, in that moment, but it was only a matter of time, she knew. Can I use Teleport to get far enough away before it takes effect?

     She had to focus – harder thought than done, she realized, as her thoughts scattered away from her and as darkness enticed her to relax – on the clearing where her Pokémon were sleeping, oblivious to her situation.

     The incorporeal grip vanished as she used Teleport – but it was only a handful of feet away. So much energy wasted on a few feet!

     She heard the humans' exclamations of surprise, but her exhaustion turned her focus inward – her body was slowing down as whatever sedative they gave her took hold.  I have to go, she frantically, sluggishly, thought.

     "I'll take it to my lab for observation," the man said. "I'll take it from here."

     "Keep me updated, please – if I can help transport it home, let me know."

     “I will. Thank you, N.”

     Crystal tried to pull herself forward; she could sense Lucario dimly. He's awake. Lucario, help! A hand scooped her up, and she hung limply in the man's hands. She had enough awareness to wonder about her abnormally long tails, and that there were only three of them, instead of a Vulpix's usual six.

     "I wonder how you got this way? Let's go and see what you're made of."

     The darkness swallowed her up.

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Beheeyem, the Cerebral Pokémon. It has strong psychic powers that it can use to confuse or control its opponents' minds. Apparently, it communicates by flashing its three fingers, but those patterns haven't been decoded.

[tender-rosiey]

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆— gojo x f!reader series

summary: you and gojo were fated to have an arranged marriage. naturally both sides didn’t like that, but one of them even more than the other, but what happens when all ties are broken and one of them is hoping for them to be one again. will all go as planned or will they mess it all up and hate will spiral even deeper?

status: complete

genre: angst/fluff

type: series

chapter 1 — ✄ - i wasn’t waiting

chapter 2 — ♖ — try to wait now

chapter 3 — ✿ — will waiting be worth it?

chapter 4 — ⚠︎ — true to your words or thoughts?

chapter 5 — ☂︎ — silky lies

chapter 6 — ♥ — realization hits

chapter 7 — ☽ — oh really?

chapter 8 — ♲︎ — jumble of the heart

chapter 9 — ⚑ — a crack

chapter 10 — ❧☙ — worth the wait (fluff ending)

chapter 10 — ⟳ — rewind (angst ending) [coming soon]

copyright © tender-rosiey

do not copy or plagiarize or you will be reported

[galacticgraffiti]

☙ A Loveletter to Creators ❧

G'day my sweet darlings, I am finally, finally getting around to another Follower Celebration!

Last time, I took requests as a thank you to my wonderful Followers. This time, for my 700 Follower Milestone, I want to appreciate to creators who inspired me with their writing, their art, and their beautiful edits.

This is in no way, shape or form a complete list of the content I have enjoyed, there is so much more! I did have to decide on something, so I am picking one fic, one artwork and one gifset per character that has been particularly inspiring and/or delightful to me.

Feel free to make your own version of this, to add onto this one, to recommend other collections. Appreciate creators, go buck-fucking-wild with the praise and comments! We can all use a little compliment every now and then.

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!!! NSFW/18+ !!!

Please heed the individual warnings for each work as well as tags on the artwork and GIFs.

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Fics

✤ Boba Fett ✤

Behave by @thefact0rygirl

This is fucking filthy and I love it. I have nothing else to say for myself than I just love Boba and I love the way you write him. The possessiveness, the praise, the absolutely everything about this.

He did his best to remain stoic, but he couldn’t stop his right foot from tapping, the movement causing the spur on his boot to jingle. His hands no longer gripped his knees as he kept cracking his knuckles.

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✤ Din Djarin ✤

Revelation by @the-scandalorian

Literally the fic that started my obsession with daddy!Din and no one is more grateful for that than I am. Everything about this made my mind spiral - the kink, the characterisation and the way it is written. It's just so goddamn beautiful.

Daddy. You liked the sound of it, liked the satisfying smack of its consonants, the command and the care wrapped in its two syllables—especially when it was growled in his deep, rolling baritone.

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✤ Captain Rex ✤

Can't Let You Go by @book-of-baba-fett

This fic destroyed me in the best way. The dynamic is so well written, the yearning is so hardcore and the moral nuance is just fantastic. This fic broke my heart into a million pieces and then sewed me back together, more beautiful than ever.

“I know, and I thought it was something I could live with until I saw you here tonight,” Rex confesses, stepping closer to you until your back is pressed against the wall. “I know I can’t be the man you need, the one you deserve. I can’t make you promises for a future that I might not be around to keep.”

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✤ Commander Wolffe ✤

No Strings Attached by @cyarbika

Listen, we all know I love a good ole two-idiots-in-love-won't-admit-it story. I love it even more when it's Wolffe, and I love it most when it's by Bee. This is a masterpiece, from the premise to the filth.

Wolffe raises his eyebrows at you. “Won’t even give me a chance, huh? Am I that bad?” It’s not even a matter of whether this guy can take a fucking hint anymore. You’re past hints, and you’re way past your tolerance threshold for the evening. You stare him directly in the eyes, giving him your full, undivided attention, and say, “Yeah, you are.”

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✤ Commander Fox ✤

Candy Girl by @thesithformerlyknownaskenobi

As I've often mentioned before, Persephone was the whole reason I started writing for Fox, and it was specifically this fic that made me fall in love with the Corrie Guard. This whole concept... Yes. Just huge, capital Y Yes.

It takes you a moment to process the fact that Fox took his bucket off in front of you. The sheer weight behind the simple gesture isn’t lost on you. You know that it means a lot. It implies so much. Fox looks at you. The corners of his mouth twitch slightly, an eyebrow raising as well.

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✤ Fives ✤

Reflection by @damerondala

I remember reading this and thinking- I want to write like that. I want to make people as happy as I was reading this fic. Fives is one of my favourites to read because he is so much fun with the bonus of great sex appeal.

It bloomed from your belly and shook your entire body in his arms, your face lighting up in the most delightful way. Fives was fucking beaming. His eyes crinkled and he grinned the toothiest grin you’d seen since you told him you loved him for the first time.

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✤ Paz Vizsla ✤

Calm by @maybege

I don't often read A/B/O fics but this one... this one seeped into my bones and made me warm and tingly and well- calm. Before it made me feel all other emotions as well, mainly intense yearning.

Being away from Paz felt a little like having the worst hangover of your life. Everything from your tiptoes to your fingertips seemed to yearn for him and you had half a mind to simply thrown on your dressing gown and join him at the negotiations table anyway.

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✤ Plo Koon ✤

Battle Scars by @milf-obi-wan-kenobi

I may have a thing for cowboys. I may have a thing for Plo Koon. But Cowboy!Plo? That sent me to a whole other dimension.

He was eloquent too, with a voice that would make the most devout nun consider sin.

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✤ Multiple ✤

Pretty Little Thing by @rowansparrow

I have never - and I mean NEVER - wanted to get railed as badly as I do every time I reread this fic. And it has been often, believe me. Also, just from a writer's perspective: Gangbangs are so fucking hard to write and you did an absolutely incredible job.

“My men have made quite a mess of you.” He mused. “Is this what you get up to? You rile them up, play games with them? Always such a little tease.”

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✤ Pure Delightful Fun ✤

The Great Jedi Lightsaber Hunting Quest by @fivesarctrooper

This fic combines my two great loves of television with one another: Brooklyn 99 and Star Wars. What more could I possibly ask?

"What do you mean you tackled the youngling?” Padme yelled, tending to the crying little one. Anakin threw his head back and let out an exasperated groan. “They’re fine, Padme.”

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Artwork

Art makes me feel things. These are the ones that made me feel the most ever since I started collecting them. I don't know how to talk about art the way talk about writing, so I shall let the works speak for themselves. Visuals are the backbone of imagination, and I cannot express how grateful I am for those who create those visuals for us.

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✤ Mandalorians ✤

✧ The Fett Family by @maygalodon Jango in the blue shirt ⋆ Post-Sarlacc Boba

✧ The Mandalorian by @pedrosgirlx Sinfully shiny Mando ⋆ Welding Mando ⋆ Mando & Grogito

✧ Boys in Crop Tops by @intricatecakes Din Djarin ⋆ Boba Fett ⋆ Cobb Vanth

✧ Din in his armour by @heatherbelart

✧ Din Unmasked by @shuploc

✧ Broad as fuck Mando by @frying-panties

✧ Father & Son by @maiseey

✧ Thick Boba by @bobas-tea

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✤ Clones ✤

✧ Vogue Inspired Clone Prints by @zoruui Rex ⋆ Cody ⋆ Wolffe

✧ Neon Boys by @deathstixdealer Rex ⋆ Rex, Wolffe & Fox ⋆ 79's Strip Club

✧ Thick hairy clones by @thiccumz Wolffe ⋆ Fox ⋆ Fives & Echo ⋆ Rex ⋆ Wrecker ⋆ Tup & Dogma

✧ Winged Clones by @cc7567 Cody ⋆ Rex ⋆ Fives

✧ Sweet sweet double filth by @samrubio

✧ Fives in neon by @mousechuckles

✧ Thick Commander Bly by @thatfunkyopossum

✧ Bounty Hunter Wolffe by @aesnawan

✧ Gregor by @cyareclones

✧ Skate or Die by @keldabekush

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✤ Women (because they deserve their own category) ✤

✧ Modern Ahsoka by @cyareclones

✧ Nightsister Merrin by @yatskari

✧ Fennec Shand doing the Chin Touch by @sunfishstick

✧ Jedi Leia by @means1974

✧ This wonderful edit of Padmé by @jaigeye

✧ Ar'alani by @jun-c

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✤ Jedi & Sith ✤

✧ The Skywalker Twins by @nibeul

✧ Shaak Ti by @conniferuswhite

✧ Pissed off Mace by @cobaltbeam

✧ Plo study by @phantom-path

✧ Quinlan Vos and tiny Aayla by @symeona

✧ Maul in a Santa Hat by @sambrin

✧ Big tiddy Savage Opress by @vertropolis

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✤ Ship Art ✤

This wonderful collection of Bobadin moments by @nim-lock Din Djarin x Boba Fett

Landoboba by @nibeul Lando Calrissian x Boba Fett (aka the ship I never knew I needed)

Foxiyo spice by @countessofbiscuit Commander Fox x Riyo Chuchi

Hyperspace Face Sitting by @literallydontlook Din Djarin x reader

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GIFs

I'll be honest, I have no idea how GIF-making works. I still try to appreciate creators as much as I can, especially because I often use GIFs for my fics to convey a mood or set the scene. You all are doing the aesthetic work thirst over and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for it. I can't imagine the effort that goes into these wonderful creations.

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✧ The Fennec Shand Collection by @marvelsaos Fuel for my sapphic ass

✧ Smiley Clones by @cassiian-andor Tugs on my heartstrings to see the boys smile

✧ TBOBF era Boba by @rexsjaigeyes He is beautiful. That's all I have to say

✧ Jedi Badassery by @elivanto TCW deserves all the appreciation

✧ Din being a Dad by @fettboba You! You is a dad!

✧ Boba Fett by @saradika Just... these two. As a family. And then Boba in the armour through the years? w o w

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Congrats if you made it all the way down here! There are hundreds more creators that I have not mentioned and I shall discover so many more. Until my next follower celebration, I hope you all have fun with these. I am so grateful to every single creator out there, whether their stuff gets hundreds of notes or not - you are amazing and you deserve the world for simply being you and creating what you want to see in our little corner of the fandom. So, to literally everyone out there who consumes content- take this as a start and make it your own. Add on, mention your own favourite creators, leave the ones on here a reblog, a kind message in their inbox, a like, a follow.

And always, always remember to appreciate creators! ♡

[knchins]

Kuroshiro - Chapter Three

Summary: Hayami and Suguru were teenagers in love until the day came when he decided to turn his back on the sorcery world and become a curse user, which left his best friend Satoru to pick up the pieces.

Pairing: Geto x Fem OC x Gojo

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: Major manga spoilers, alcohol consumption, restraint usage, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mild aftercare, breakup, cigarette smoking

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Chapter Three - Goodwill

Gojo Satoru wondered just how serious his girlfriend was when she said she would have to kill Itadori Yuuji. It wasn’t that he actually thought she could but rather she’d get herself killed by Sukuna in trying. Of course, if Sukuna did kill her then Gojo would be beside himself. Despite all of the flaws their relationship had, he did truly cherish and love her. They were unhealthy at best and toxic at worst, but all they’ve ever had were each other since Geto left them both.

His mind drifted to the day Geto died as her food arrived, seeing Haya sobbing as she held him. She didn’t seem to care that he tried to kill his students or had caused so much destruction to the city. She was just professing her love one last time right in front of him. He was supposed to be her boyfriend. She shouldn’t love anyone else while she loved him. If she loved him.

Their food arrived and he realized she had been talking. He simply nodded his head, hoping it aligned well with whatever she had just said. Haya didn’t seem to notice, unable to see that his eyes had glazed over behind his sunglasses. He wondered if reapproaching the subject of killing Itadori would cause suspicion or possibly start an argument that would prevent him from getting laid tonight. He figured it was better to be safe than sorry for the time being.

The two began eating in a comfortable silence. Well, comfortable for Haya who did not notice that Gojo had become somewhat tense over what she had said. Maybe if she hadn't been drinking then she would have been more perceptive. She was a lightweight, it didn’t take much to lower her inhibition. She didn’t drink much but when she did she almost always got drunk. Gojo always teased that she was a cheap date and she would pout in protest the rest of the night until he made it up to her with his dick.

“If I didn’t know any better than I’d say you were stressed.” He said in a teasing tone as she finished off her third glass of wine.

Haya rolled her eyes at him playfully, “I am stressed, you ass.” She replied. “I’m a new mom to a teenage girl. I just don’t want to screw her up any more than she already is from her piece of shit parents.”

Gojo smiled softly, a somewhat foreign look for him. “I don’t think you will as long as you stop being so overprotective.”

She scoffed, “I don’t want to hear it from the man who thinks raising a kid means throwing them to the wolves. Megumi is lucky I was around too.”

“I think he turned out just fine.” Gojo replied with a smirk. “You worry too much, it’ll make your hair turn grey before you’re thirty, you know.”

“You just don’t want a silver fox on your arm, is all. I won’t be a pretty young thing forever.” She replied, her temper flaring a bit at the thought of him leaving her for someone younger.

He laughed, knowing that it was unlikely to ever happen. As much as he put up with her, she also put up with him. He knew dating him wasn’t always the easiest thing in the world and she took on a lot of shit for it from others. Thankfully she had always been strong enough to undertake any obstacle that stood in her way as long as it wasn’t related to Suguru or a special grade curse.

“Why waste time with someone inexperienced?” He asked with a playful smirk on his face. “When I can easily just torture you?”

Haya cracked a smile at that, enjoying the warm feeling it gave her in the pit of her stomach. It was nice to have him back. It felt like there hadn’t been that huge rift between them that had been there since the night of a hundred demons. She actually felt at home with him now and the idea of marriage popped in the back of her head.

Suddenly her heart tore, knowing he’d never ask. She kept a smile on her face, though Gojo could tell it had gone fake. He wondered what was going through her mind to make her mood swing so suddenly. Then again, this tended to happen when she’d been drinking.

They had finished their meal and Gojo paid for their food before helping her walk out back to his car. Haya leaned against him, giggling at some dumb joke he had made about other patrons inside the restaurant. Her sadness was forgotten as she let herself enjoy the moment instead of dwelling on things that will never come to pass. She wasn’t meant for stability and for the time being she had convinced herself that that was okay.

Once back at the school, outside Haya’s room, they wasted no time in locking lips in alcohol fueled kisses and laughs. Their respective problems were lost somewhere in the far reaches of their minds as they focused solely on the body of the other. Gojo’s hands searched for the hidden zipper on the side of her dress, tugging it downward as he leaned down enough for Haya to leave a trail of kisses down his throat.

She hastily unbuttoned his shirt as her dress fell to the floor alone with her now discarded pumps. Gojo let out a low laugh at just how short she was without them on, a full twenty-two centimeters difference between them.

He swept her up into his arms, earning a squeal of delight as he tossed her onto the bed. He finished taking off his shirt. He unfastened his belt and slid it from the loops of his pants before taking her wrists in one large hand and securing them to the headboard with the strip of leather. Haya was giggling still, pretending to struggle against the restraints while he removed her strapless bra with ease.

“Toru,” She laughed as the brushes of his fingertips tickled her sides. He kissed her jaw, chin to ear, before moving down to a weak spot on the base of her throat. He pinched both of her hardened nipples, twisting them just enough to make her moan in protest.

He kneaded the soft flesh of her large breasts, enjoying how malleable they felt in his hands. How perfectly they fit into his palms and the tiny sounds of pleasure that caught in her throat as he squeezed gently enough to not hurt her but hard enough to drive her insane.

She pressed her hips against his desperately and she could feel his erection growing against her thigh. Again she tugged at the restraints, this time a little more desperate to get him undressed, to touch him, to taste him, to have him filling her up inside.

Gojo kissed down her chest as he hurriedly took off his pants and boxers before removing her underwear with his teeth and the help of her lifting up her hips and legs. He inserted two long fingers into her dripping core, the wet sounds of him finger fucking her filling the small room. He watched curiously as she writhed, trying to get him in as deep as possible, needing to feel more of him inside her.

His kisses resumed, this time down her mons pubis and then against her swollen clit. He latched onto her, sucking lightly as his tongue swirled invisible symbols across the bud. His fingers continued to move, scissoring inside of her to stretch her more so she would be able to accommodate him without any pain. Though he imagined that with how wet she was, he didn’t really need to warm her up much.

Her strong thighs pressed against his head, causing him to hum against her. The vibrations sent tingles of bliss all the way down to her toes as he increased his pace. His free hand came up to play with her left breast, the stimulation enough to have her moaning without care and cumming into his mouth with a forceful jerking of her hips.

He removed his fingers from her cunt, licking them clean. She wished she could see him in the darkness, but her eyesight was simply too bad in the dim lighting of the moon outside. They had been too eager to bother turning on the lights and Gojo didn’t need them to get things done.

Gojo grabbed a condom from the drawer he knew she kept them in, tearing open the foil with his mouth before taking it out of the packaging and rolling it on. Haya had spread her legs obediently for him, being nice and subservient instead of bratty and defiant like she normally is. It was a nice change of pace for him when she was whiny and needy for him. He always liked her better that way.

“Satoru,” She begged as he lined his tip up with her entrance and just rested there, waiting for her to cry for him as she always did when she had been drinking. “Satoru, please, hurry!”

“Hurry and do what, princess?” He asked, pressing a thumb to her sensitive clit and making her leg twitch.

“Fuck me,” She breathed out, calling out his name yet again as he suddenly thrust into her. She gasped and pulled at the belt, wanting nothing more than to be scratching up his back in the moment. Though they wouldn’t leave a mark, the indentions in his skin would heal instantly. She always did pout about not being able to show who he belonged to. Instead he could always play the role as belonging to no one while she had hickeys lined across her neck and shoulders.

She wrapped one leg around his waist while he held the other down with his smooth hand. He moved at an even pace, his hips moving languidly and almost lazily as he buried himself to the hilt before almost pulling all the way out and slamming back in again.

Haya was loud, and though they had attempted to soundproof the room years ago it was never quite enough to keep anyone from walking outside to hear her when she was particularly excited. She babbled his name, eyes shut in bliss as her body was washed with ecstasy still from her first orgasm.

He increased the speed of his thrusts, grabbing her hip with his free hand to angle her in a position that would allow for him to go deeper. Her walls stretched around him as he found that small spot that was a bit spongier than the rest. Haya’s voice seemed to go up an octave as her thighs shook from pleasure. Gojo grunted at her squeezing down around him, fucking her harder to get her to call his name out even louder. The sudden need to make everyone know that she was his was overtaking him.

“T-Toru,” She stuttered, “Gonna cum.” She sounded breathless as he leaned down to kiss her with an opened-mouth kiss. Their tongues intertwined as she whimpered through another snapping of the knot that had grown in the pit of her stomach.

He fucked her through it, his hand leaving her leg to rub her clit once more. She spasmed beneath him, trying to get away from the overstimulation he was putting her through. Though she couldn’t see it, he was smirking devilishly in the darkness as he rammed into her again and again.

Before she could even come down from her second orgasm, she was having a third. Tears were in her eyes as he finally gave her the break she needed, finishing himself off with a few less precise thrusts and a loud groan.

He kissed away the rogue tear that had fallen down her cheek as he pulled out. Her lower half was still trembling from the intensity of her last orgasm. He gently unbound her wrists, kissing them softly as he lowered her arms down to her sides once more. Haya reached out to hug him tightly, pulling him flush against her as she buried her face in his neck.

“Shhh,” He cooed lightly, kissing whatever part of her he could reach in this position. He gently unwound her arms from around him so he could dispose of the condom and grab a towel to clean her up with. Once done he crashed down on the bed and she was clinging to him again as a child might after having a nightmare.

Gojo rubbed her back in slow rhythmic circles until she fell fast asleep.

“Is it really okay to bring him back?” Nanami asked, lowering the paper he had been reading, “If the fact that he’s alive becomes known at the exchange event, won’t the higher-ups just target him again?”

Them and Haya both, Gojo thought to himself with a playful smile on his face. “Even if they do, Yuuji will be just fine now. You know that better than anyone, don’t you?”

“And Kuroishi? Did you think it was wise to not tell her?” Nanami pressed, having been against keeping the secret from his old classmate and closest friend. The only reason he had agreed to keep it a secret was because Yuuji’s life was in danger. Now that that didn’t seem to be the case, guilt began to weigh heavily on him.

Gojo’s smile only broadened, “Let me take care of Haya. You know she can’t stay mad at me long.”

Meanwhile Haya was standing with Utahime, waiting impatiently for Gojo to arrive. He had been gone the past few days on assignment and she had half expecting him to wake her up in the early hours of the morning by crawling into her bed. She was somewhat surprised to find herself alone when she finally woke up to get ready for the day's activities.

She had watched over Miyu’s training the past two months, and she had to say she was quite proud of how much she had grown in such a short time. She had begun showing signs of muscle development and her cursed technique was coming along as well. The same couldn’t really be said with her new close friend Yua who would rather lay down and die than break a sweat.

All of the students were upset about the death of Itadori Yuuji. The only one who didn’t seem very perturbed was Yua, which made sense as she had never actually met him before. That and she had just experienced a much more major loss, though she kept telling people her parents were simply away on assignment looking for cursed tools in Northern Asia. The only ones that knew the truth were the adults and Shoko asked them to let her come to terms with it in her own time and not to push it.

“Sorry for the wait!” Haya was thrown from her thoughts as she looked up with a grumpy expression, Gojo pushing a cart towards them with a giant grin on his face. Her eyes narrowed, wondering what he was up to.

Utahime uttered his name with disgust and Haya couldn’t help but snort back a laugh. She had always felt that Gojo was unnecessarily mean to their upperclasman. She looked up to Utahime while they were in school. Haya had always thought she was quite beautiful, scar or not.

They watched as he handed out gifts to the Kyoto students before proclaiming that Utahime did not get one. She quickly snapped back that she didn’t want one and Haya shot him an aggravated look. He would have winked at her if his eyes hadn’t been obstructed by his black blindfold.

“And everyone in Tokyo, we have this!” He did a grand gesture as Haya felt a sense of dread wash over her. Something wasn’t right, he was up to absolutely no good. Yuuji popped from the box with an excited smile, cheering nonsense as Gojo introduced him though he needed no introduction.

Her heart sank down into her stomach, shock overcoming her as the first years looked angry and confused. Miyu in particular looked hurt before a blank expression masked her emotions. Haya knew better. She was upset and nothing good ever came of her getting emotionally wounded. Thankfully it did not look as though Aruna would take over, though she noticed Miyu rubbing her wrist repeatedly. It was a nervous habit she did when Aruna began to stir too loudly in her mind.

It was taking all of Hayami not to have a full-on drag out fight with her boyfriend (who definitely would not be her boyfriend for long after this). She did not want to argue in front of the students or Utahime, though the look on her face showed perfectly just how furious she was. Itadori was alive and as soon as word reached her family she’d be tasked with killing him once more.

Blood threatened to spill from her tightly clenched fists as her nails dug into her palms. Gojo sent her another joyful smile, knowing he was in deep shit but too busy enjoying the look on Principal Gakuganji’s face.

She didn’t hear the exchange or words going on, or even realize that Principal Yaga had put Gojo in an arm lock as he explained the rules of the first game. As soon as he dismissed everyone until noon, Haya took a step towards Miyu who just shook her head, clearly not wanting to talk. The Tokyo and Kyoto schools split into their respective teams to discuss strategy.

Haya let out a frustrated sigh, wishing her daughter would open up to her but also knowing that she couldn’t push it. She made her way to where the teachers would be watching the event, ignoring the calls of her name from Gojo Satoru.

Once inside the room, she sat down in a plush chair. Utahime joined her, “your boyfriend said there was something he wanted to talk to me about.” She said, “Any idea what that is?”

“Ex-boyfriend.” Haya said curtly and though she couldn’t see it, Utahime was rolling her eyes. Who could ever keep up when they were together and when they weren’t? They changed relationship statuses more than their own underwear it seemed. “And no, I don’t know.”

Gojo walked in and took a seat, he tried to wave at Haya but she only huffed and turned away from him. Him and Utahime exchanged words before Gojo dropped the bombshell that someone at Jujutsu High was a traitor.

Haya stiffened. They had talked about it a few times though she never could say one way or another if it were true. Gojo was thoroughly convinced while she was not. She knew that both him and Nanami had fought curses capable of speech which was virtually unheard of.

When she learned that Kento had been injured, she rushed to the medical office to check on him. After losing Yu, they both made a childlike promise to never die before the other. He had always been there as a shoulder to cry on or an ear to vent to. They’re relationship was strictly platonic, neither having any attraction to the other.

In fact, she had made Nanami Miyu’s godfather in the event that anything happened to her. Nanami pointed out their promise together before agreeing to it. Gojo did not have any knowledge of this conversation as Haya was not entirely sure how he would take it.

She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Utahime yelling at Gojo who merely laughed at her. Haya frowned as she watched them, Utahime turning to her before loudly proclaiming, “you really can do so much better than him.”

Gojo merely smirked. After all, who was better than him? He was the best of the best. More importantly, Utahime was wrong as always. Haya couldn’t do better than him. No one could.

Or at least, that was what Gojo thought.

Haya stood and left, not being able to deal with being in the same room as someone with such an enormous ego. Once outside she pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. She had taken up smoking when she was eighteen briefly but quit after only a year. However the added stress of being a mother to a teenager had made her take it back up in secret. Well, she thought she kept it a secret.

She sat down behind the building, sliding down the wall until she hit the ground in true dramatic fashion. She wished she could go talk to Miyu and make sure everything was okay. She seemed so angry and hurt. Haya could relate. She felt the same way. How could he really keep this from her for two whole months?

Her phone began to ring, the caller ID flashing her father’s name. A sigh left her lips as she answered it in an emotionless tone.

“Hayami, did you know that the vessel was still alive?!” His voice was loud, booming, and if she didn’t know any better then she’d say it was frantic.

“I did not.” She replied honestly, though she doubted that he’d believe her.

“Come here as soon as you are able.” He said, “But do not raise suspicion.”

She wondered what he meant by that. Any time she had to return home it raised suspicion. It was no secret how much her father hated her. How she had been outcast at a very young age for being not only a female but being a disobedient one at that. Add on dating a traitor and you had the trifecta of disownment. The only reason she was still able to say she was a Kuroishi was because she was occasionally dating Gojo Satoru, whose name held more weight than she could ever imagine.

She wondered if that weight was why he acted like a child sometimes. He could literally get away with anything. No one could stop him even if they wanted to. There was some comfort in fucking the best but it also led to a lot of frustrating inferiority.

“Are you listening to me?” Daiki asked with an angry hiss. “When can you come?”

“After the goodwill games.” She replied. “If I’m not there for them, people will ask questions.”

It wasn’t entirely a lie. Though the only person that would ask anything would be Gojo. Principal Yaga too if he thought something was up, and that was simply because he knew how fiercely protective Haya was of Miyu.

She looked at the time on her phone. She put out her cigarette and threw away the butt before going back in, sitting in the back next to Yaga. Again she ignored Gojo as she passed him. She watched the screens in silence, pursing her lips whenever Mei and Gojo were speaking to one another. She was too tired to interject or comment, instead she was on the edge of her seat watching her daughter fight off the sister school and low level curses alike.

An hour or so into the battle, all of the talismans correlating to the curses in the field burst into red flames. The screens on the wall had gone black, making it impossible to see what was going on. Haya’s leg bounced, her chair making a rattling noise that had Yaga looking at her from the corner of his eyes.

“I’d love to say Great Teacher Gojo’s students exorcized them all, but…” Gojo started, and the Principal finished.

“The charms will burn red for unregistered cursed energy.” He said in his deep voice, his face perplexed.

“Something’s wrong.” Haya breathed out, sensing danger. “An outsider is here. Someone must have gotten through Master Tengen’s barrier.”

Masamichi stood, “I’m going to Tengen-sama. Satoru and Principal Gakuganji, please project the students. Hayami, make sure they get to safety in the event of an attack.”

Haya was racing out the door before he could finish giving orders to the other two in the room. The others were soon behind her and while Gojo could probably catch up if he tried, he decided it was best to give her space.

She saw a veil start to come down and pushed herself to go faster, somehow making it before it touched ground. She knew Gojo could probably break it, she just needed to find the students and make sure they were safe from whatever was inside with them.

Once inside the barrier, Haya felt chills run up her spine. The sheer pressure from the amount of cursed energy was enough to tell her that there was a special grade nearby. She sent a silent prayer to the gods, hoping they’d protect the students from whatever it was that was inside. Hopefully Sukuna would not come out to fight and kill Itadori once more.

She heard Mei-Mei’s voice in her head, directing her towards where a few of the students were. Miwa was the closest and was at most risk since she was unconscious from Inumaki’s cursed technique. She was informed who was actively fighting the cursed spirit, and knowing that Fushiguro and Inumaki were there made her feel better. Yua was also nearby and would be able to heal anyone who was gravely injured.

Unfortunately, Miyu was there too. And while her parental instincts told her to run to her daughter to get her to safety, she knew her duty was to students who were currently more vulnerable.

Haya made it to Miwa’s unconscious form and crouched down. She placed a hand on her sternum and closed her eyes, visualizing the medical wing. A back portal opened in Haya’s shadow that was cast over Miwa’s body, and Miwa fell into it. Her sleeping form fell abruptly onto a bed, nearly making Shoko scream from surprise.

Again Mei-Mei informed Haya of the location of nearby students. Inumaki had collapsed and though Yua had healed his throat, he had not woken up. Haya cursed, she didn’t want to waste her energy by teleporting to them, but she worried that if she ran then she wouldn’t get there in time.

She pressed her palms together and fell down through the shadows under her feet and reappeared next to Yua, who did scream.

“Yua, I’m going to transport you both to where Shoko is, alright?” Haya said, doing her best to stay calm. “It’ll be away from here. I’ll be transporting the wounded there too for you and her to work on.”

Yua was shaking, her hands bloody as she nodded her head. She was too afraid to form any kind of coherent sentence. She wasn’t good at combat. She didn’t even try to train to be. Though Fushiguro had said she would be more useful if she did, which probably hurt her feelings more than it motivated her.

Again she had them falling through her shadow and again they ended up in the same place Miwa had. Yua immediately got sick, throwing up into a nearby waste bin. The room spun until it finally settled and she sat up to try and get to work.

Haya was getting a headache from Mei’s voice in her head and using so much of her technique at once. While she could use her two other techniques for long periods of time, teleporting was one she had the shortest stamina with. Teleporting objects was easy. Teleporting people took a great amount of energy and so her reservoir was quickly draining.

She caught up with Megumi and Maki, forcing them both to listen to her so she could send them for medical help. Megumi looked worse, buds sprouting from his stomach. She looked at Miyu who was panting heavily, and while she wasn’t injured beyoung some scrapes and bruises, she looked like total shit. “Miyu, I’m sending you back to the school.” She said with a pant, “I don’t think I can transport anyone else after that. Itadori and Todo can handle this curse spirit.”

Miyu didn’t look so sure, but also did not question her mother. Haya sent her to join the others before having to take a knee and rest. There was no cursed energy left. The tiny amount wasn’t even enough to do the simplest of her techniques. She just hoped she was right about the two boys being able to handle the curse.

Haya crawled to rest against a tree, trying to hide herself as much as possible from the others around as she caught her breath. Her head felt like it was splitting in two, the light of the setting sun only making it worse. She needed to get out. Something was different about this curse spirit. Similar to the one that had attacked Gojo before, it was able to communicate with others.

Her eyes slipped shut, having not felt so tired in ages. “Sleeping on the job, Haya-sensei?” Her eyes snapped open at the sound of Gojo’s teasing voice. She glared at him with a newfound energy as she stood.

“Finish this.” She hissed, still leaning against the tree from support. She didn’t want to admit her weakness in front of him. The fact that she left two students to take care of a special grade instead of helping them was enough to make her feel like a failure. She didn’t need him rubbing salt in the wounds.

“I think they’ve got a handle on things.” He said with a smirk, his blue eyes shining and he picked her up and flew to where a curse user and Principal Gakuganji were battling. He set the yelling Haya down before starting his own fight.

Chapter Three coming Sunday (2/27)

Suguru Geto returns for the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.

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Gin has a night terror, Akutagawa helps her through it.

A vent fic written in the early morning to process a sudden PTSD episode.

1485 words

Content warnings for graphic descriptions of a panic attack and self-harm.

I am aware some people ship Akutagawacest so... to clarify, this is not a shipfic. Just Akutagawa being a doting older brother.

Every night is drawn out, strung out, endless, suffocating. The air is never silent, it is tense with terrors unremembered and screams that taste of blood and filth, it crushes the esophagus and pierces the lungs. Chipped nails dug into bruised flesh, fingers trembling with an aimless rage. Lips wet with spit and tears parted in an unearthly wail, an indignant howl at the moon that reflected no light back upon the broken.

Akutagawa Gin was only fifteen.

She lay alone in her bed, her midnight hair feathered out like a halo upon her pillows. Her bedding had been thrown to the floor in a mindless fit, her spine twisting as she tore at her own throat and face. Gin was not awake, but neither could it be said that she was asleep. Trapped in the in-between, aware of her own caustic memories that burned at the inside of her skull, and yet pitifully unable to save herself.

Through some thought she would harbor later on when she was somewhat more conscious, she would ponder to herself where all this pain came from. She could not remember the beginning of her agony, she did not recall the end of her happiness. Scarlet pooled under her nails, she continued to fill the dark room with an endless screech.

Gin hated the dark. For most children her age, such a fear would be unfounded, petty, shameful. Gin knew what lay in the dark. Men with ill intentions, and abandoned dogs that would sink into living flesh simply for the taste of fresh meat- frankly, the two were barely distinguishable from one another, each their own kind of undomesticated animal committing sins for survival. The darkness held dangers that a child could not hope to fend off on their own. In the darkness, she could hear the screams of those long dead and could smell the gunpowder that permeated her lungs like a bloodline curse.

Hot tears stained her cheeks, a build-up of watery mucus choked her breathing until she had no choice but to roll onto her side. Leaning over the side of her bed, Gin’s body was wracked with convulsions and emptied itself onto the floor. Her fragile frame trembled and shook, coiling into herself as she felt a thick bile burn at her throat and splash onto the hardwood floor.

This was enough to tip her over into some state that could be compared to “awakeness”. Gin stumbled to her feet, swaying with all the anxious unsteadiness of a small deer. Her palm pressed into the cold wall, bracing herself against it as she dragged her body to the bathroom she shared with her elder brother. Heavy arms struggled to properly locate the light switch, a few moments of desperately slapping the wall was needed before the light blinded her sore eyes.

Gin met herself in the mirror. Her eyes were dark and reflected no light, glossy with tears. Vomit and saliva trailed down her chin, staining the heavy flannel shirt buttoned up to her sternum. Her hands fumbled as she stripped off her clothing, regret filling her throat as she glared at her spindly body. She abhorred such a reflection. If her body had not felt full of lead, she feared she may have smashed the mirror in a rage.

Her hand darted out suddenly, grasping a razor that sat on the rim of the sink. Her eyes held no focus as she cracked the flimsy plastic against the ceramic, fingertips splitting open as she pried the blades from it. Crimson began to bead up and pour down, pooling in her palm. Her chest was racked with a barking cough as she raised her arm, her translucent skin mottled with purple scars and weeping sores. The cool metal parted flesh so easily, splitting apart like a blooming rose and pouring out her boiling pain. A soft sigh of relief left her lips, the tension bleeding from her aching body.

Dopamine was an addiction. Her flesh broke apart and her mind slipped from itself, marble tiles painted scarlet. A warm nothingness flooded her tiny body, a blanket of depravity to soothe her aches. Gin was unaware of the fresh tears rolling down her jawline, plastering her hair to her cheeks. She was unaware of the footsteps racing down the hallway.

“Gin-”

Her head snapped upright, eyes blown open as she was rocked back into attentiveness. Her brother stood in the doorway, disheveled from a long night of running useless errands for his mentor. His eyes flitted up and down her shaking form, and she could have sworn she saw embers of agony in his own lifeless eyes as he drank in the sight of her weeping wrist. With no words, he slapped the small, bloodied metal from her grasp and gripped her upper arm.

“Ryū- Please stop, that hurts-” Gin gasped out finally, her voice frail as lace. She was met only with a rough grunt, dragged across the cold bathroom. The sound of rushing water hit her ears like knives on a chalkboard, and she couldn’t help but wince.

“Get in.” Ryūnosuke was rarely in the habit of asking things of others, and Gin was aware she had no choice. As his back turned, she tore off her underwear and curled into the scalding hot water. Her knees drew up against her hollow chest, appreciating the comforting burn of the bath. Her brother returned with a cloth, kneeling beside the tub.

Frozen fingertips pressed underneath Gin’s jaw, tilting her gaze towards him. Ryūnosuke held the cloth beneath the gushing water, wiping away the mess from his sister’s face with a tenderness reserved for no other creature. Her whimpers were met with a rasping breath, a death rattle that soothed her frantic thoughts.

Ryūnosuke’s hand drew back as Gin was cleaned to his satisfaction. For a moment, there was no exchange of words, only the rushing water and ambient cry of the city’s nightlife. Gin did not flinch as blood seeped into the water, swirling around her in a grotesque painting of regret. Her eyes fluttered shut as her brother’s fingers combed through her wet hair, tucking the loose strands behind her ear. The moment was savored like a piece of rich chocolate, melting on her tongue and covering the taste of her earlier torment.

“Why.”

Gin shrugged loosely, sinking deeper into the water, “I remembered again.”

“I’ll ask Dazai to stop having me out so late-” Ryūnosuke nearly lurched forward, unable to cover up his concern and suffocate it with his sadism. Gin shook her head fervently, feeling heat creep up her cheeks.

“No, it wouldn’t be good to upset him even more.” She muttered softly, glossy eyes tracing the stains seeping through the bath. She swallowed down an itch in her throat. “I’m sorry that I keep-”

She was cut off with a snarl, Ryūnosuke tugged on her ear, eliciting a puppy-like yelp of surprise, “Gin. You know I hate when you say that.”

“Ryū, what did we do to deserve that?” She pulled herself out of his grasp, her head hung with shame. Her complexion was flushed with a fever and her eyes burned, raw with salt and sore from all the tears already shed.

“Nothing, Gin,” his voice was firm, but her sorrow softened his words. A corpse would feel pleasantly warm compared to his frigid skin, but the way he cupped her cheek was welcomed. She sat, unmoving, paralyzed with exhaustion. She licked her pale lips, and she realized she had begun to tremble.

“When will the pain stop?”

“You know that I don’t know the answer."

His fingers wrapped around her wrist, dragging her hand away from her body before she could tear her nails through her knees. Gin let out a weak breath, a barely audible whimper. Her vision was dizzy, her head felt so light that she could almost believe it would float off into the atmosphere. Ryūnosuke’s voice was once again soft as he brushed her bangs away from her forehead, “Let’s go to bed, little sister.”

His cold lips pressed to her forehead as he lifted her shaking body from the water. If he cared that his clothing had gotten drenched, he was keen on keeping that to himself. The pain that had taken so long to present itself finally radiated through Gin’s torn arm, the loss of blood leaving her feeling ill to her stomach. She let her eyes flutter closed as her temple pressed to her brother’s shoulder, a dreamless nothing to soothe her.

The sun had only just begun to rise when Gin next awoke, the lemonade light of the sky painting her cheeks shades of pink. Her fingertips traced over her body, running over rough gauze wrapped around her throat and forearm. She pushed herself upright, blinking the sleep from her tired eyes.

A chocolate bar sat on her bedside table.

[renofmanyalts]

This storm could stay all night

Who: Danyell Dwynwen, Danny Harold (mentioned, belongs to @thevoilinauttheory​); NPCs: Aynur, lodging-house proprietor

What: Danny is missing. Danyell holds on. 

Where: The Black Shroud (various)

When: During the sennight after Danny’s disappearance, shortly after Heavensturn. (Concurrent with “Roses” by @thevoilinauttheory​ )

Content:  fire (aftermath), significant angst, minor injury/pain, passive suicidal ideation if you squint

Written for MAHI prompt word MURMUR

Danyell was running in circles - sun following sleepless night following frostbitten sun. 

For almost half a sennight, Danny had been missing. His apartment was locked and dark, with no response to Danyell's knocking any of the times he had tried. 

A singed scrap of soft green wool sat in Danyell's satchel - mud-stained and smelling of burnt hair. After two suns, he had forced himself to bundle it away in a handkerchief in hopes of muffling the keening worry (the chill of false certainty) that shot through him every time he touched it.

In taverns and inns he picked out tunes from a corner, fingers moving automatically over the strings while he strained his ears to catch the murmured shreds of news, and hope, and rumor. 

"Tangled with a Hearer, I heard."

"Nbolo was sayin' it was a thaumaturge."

"I bet the Wailers just got tired of his shite."

"Does it matter? As long as he's gone for good."

Danyell's heart sank with every clink of mug against tankard to celebrate the unsteady peace. 

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His visits to the northern Hedgetree grew more frequent, but still were fruitless. Before, a few words to the trees would summon Danny within bells, and when those failed, music could still reach through the haze. Now, his pleas and questions seemed to be swallowed by dead air: neither Danny nor the Wood responded, the silence growing like a stormcloud on the horizon. 

So Danyell played and sang; he traveled, and he listened. At night, he lay awake. There was no greenery twining about him, no ticklish flowers, no riot of mint and perfume. All was entirely ordinary - and entirely excruciating. The bells ran together until they moved in one glacial, inexorable mass.

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On the fourth sun, his voice began to fail him. 

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On the fifth, his boot split a seam between Gridania and Fallgourd, and he limped his way to the lodging-house. The proprietor, Mistress Aynur, lent him her needle and waxed thread without comment or question, though he avoided meeting her gaze. 

He sat in the middle of the bed, shivering despite the roaring fire as he tried to push the needle through the damp leather. His hands were shaking. 

On the last stitch, the pliers slipped. The jaws pinched the webbing of his thumb, and the caught skin throbbed, searing. 

He grit his teeth to force down a scream. The thin shell of his control was creaking, close to cracking under the weight. Hold on. Hold on.  With his jaw clenched and lips trembling, he finished the knot and pulled his boot back on.

When he pushed out the door again, Aynur's gaze prickled between his shoulderblades. He fled from her silent concern into the midwinter chill. 

Dead leaves crunched underfoot as he hurried toward the Hedgetree, arms tucked around himself and head ducked against the wind. The heat of his frustration drained away, leaving a growing hollow in his chest. 

The earth around the tree bore the evidence of his recent visits: restless footprints, tracking back and forth in the mud beneath the bare-branched canopy. 

Danyell's eyes fell closed with a shuddering sigh as he leaned into the trunk, feeling its carved pattern press into his forehead. 

Please. 

The word had been swirling in his head since he had first laid eyes on the embers of the torched cart, scorched flowers withered around its broken wheels -- since he had knelt and found a strip of familiar fabric trodden into the mud. 

"Please," he whispered, chapped lips brushing against the bark. His hands came up, hovering, closed into trembling fists. "Please, let him be safe." 

Five suns, and no word. 

Five suns, and no answer.

Please.

Danyell sank to his knees, clutching the base of the Hedgetree in supplication. Five suns of sickening dread finally threatened to swallow him.

If you're listening, he prayed, his eyes welling, please. 

Please, take me to him. 

Please, he prayed, all hope collapsing. Take me with him. 

Written to "Thousand Mile Wish" by Finger Eleven (lyrics). Photo (top) by Gus C on TravelBlog (cropped and color-shifted).

[bccksmarts]

❧ MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS ☙ ⤷ Collection #3

➤ @lightcreators asked: " the world isn’t very kind. " (from harry potter)

  Her brows knit together as she watched the Boy Who Lived ( Twice ). He had the saddest look on his face, his glasses crooked on his nose, lenses cracked. She hated the sight, really. Harry wasn't Harry if he wasn't smiling.

  ...No, that wasn't right. He was still Harry, but he'd become almost accustomed to all the sadness, betrayal and death around him. Oh, how she wanted to tell him that it'd be alright. And with how the war was over now, surely it would be... but that'd take time.

  Resting her head on is shoulder, Hermione exhaled a shaky sigh. ❝I know, Harry.❞ She whispered, her voice, even though rather quiet, cracking. Their lives were utter messes and she hated it. He'd be living in Grimmauld Place properly, making it more his own house. Would she go there too? Or would she be staying with the Weasleys? She COULD go check her own house, but since her parents are in Australia...

  She inhaled sharply, sitting herself upright as her hands came up, her fingers wrapping around her curls as if to attempt to detangle them. ❝It might be grim now, Harry, but...❞ A breath, ❝I think... I think things might just start looking up from here.❞ Her reassurance wasn't solid, but she was trying. Even so smiling at him.