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zafirosreverie · 2 years ago

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Not today (Ellie x F!Reader)

Second part

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"Fuck you"

Alan chuckled softly as you pushed past him to hurriedly pick up a few things from the table. He knew that at some point you were going to forgive him, and if not, at least he would have fun.

"Smile a little, she has always loved your smile" he said

"Fuck off, Alan Grant" you growled "you should have told me she was coming"

"So you could escape?"

"Exactly"

"It's been years, Y/N, you had to see her at some point"

"But not today" you frowned

You were about to add something when the curtain parted and she walked in. Alan laughed again as your cheeks turned red and your hands began to shake. You tried to block out her voice as she spoke to Alan, also ignoring the small gasp she gave at the sight of you and her soft, careful greeting.

You mentally cursed Alan again and closed your eyes as the wave of buried memories and feelings resurfaced in you. Ellie Sattler, the most brilliant mind you've ever met, the love of your life...and the person who broke your heart.

You had met the blonde thanks to Alan, your mentor at the time, just a few years after what happened in Jurassic Park, and unlike most people, you had the decency not to ask about it, which she appreciated. She had enough with the nightmares that haunted her every night.

After that, the two of you quickly built up a good friendship. She was always patient with you, helping you understand things that Alan didn't contemplate, and in return, you offered your ear for her, listening when she needed to vent or when a nightmare had been too real. You never complained about the time she called, even if it was 3 in the morning, Ellie knew you would answer.

After a while, it was obvious to everyone around you what was next for you. Ian even joked about how long it had taken you when you finally started dating her. It had been perfect. You were happy for a few years, always by her side, faithful to her and everything she stood for, supporting her in any way you could...until it wasn't enough.

One night, you came home to find her packing her suitcase. It wasn't uncommon for trips to come up unexpectedly, so you didn't worry, you just smiled and asked where she was going and when she would be back. She hadn't been able to look ay you as she replied that she wouldn't, that this time she was leaving for good.

You felt your heart breaking and for a moment you hoped it was a nightmare, but you never woke up, and she left without saying anything else, without looking back. You never knew why she had done it. You tried to call her but she never answered, you searched for her but couldn't find her, you even called Ian and Alan to see if they had any news from her, but they had both been just as confused as you about her sudden action.

It wasn't until much later, when you saw her on the news, that you understood everything. She had a family, a husband, and a son. Everything that you hadn't been able to give her for being a woman too. You called Ian with tears rolling down your cheeks, and in less than an hour he and Alan had shown up at your door, trying to help you piece together the pieces of your shattered heart that had remained.

You always thought it was unfair the way Ellie had done things, you thought it must have been your decision too or that at least she could have explained things to you, something, whatever! Except leave you like you didn't matter.

You cried for days, weeks, months. You cried until you were empty, until you had no tears left. So Alan had offered you to go with him, Ian had supported the idea, saying fresh air would do you good, and you had no reason to stay, so you accepted. Just in time.

A few days later Ian called you, saying that he had received a letter from Ellie. Apparently, it was for you, but she hadn't found you, and Alan hadn't answered, so she sent it to him in the hope that it would end in your hands. It took all your willpower to tell him to burn it. You didn't care if it was an explanation or complaints, you didn't want anything from her, not anymore.

Over time everything became easier, you were able to breathe without your chest hurting and your smiles became more sincere. Little by little you were able to remember what happiness was. With Alan, in the middle of a prehistoric grave, pulling out bones and other things, or sometimes on the phone with Ian, laughing at his terrible jokes and dry humor, you felt at home. You were happy

Until today.

You must have suspected when Alan had returned from taking a call with a worried face but with a conspiratorial smile at the same time. That face was never good news for you. You should have known something was up, something that would be a pain for you, you should have left the camp as soon as you saw the blonde's car.

You should have done so many things but you stayed. Maybe because of the shock or because deep down you still felt something for her, you didn't know, but by the time you reacted it was too late. Alan had you on this already. And now you were supposed to keep your defenses up and your face neutral while you infiltrated god knows where.

"I should have stayed with Ian this summer" you muttered without noticing how the other two were looking at you.

Ellie pressed her lips together and tried to ignore the urge to reach out and touch you, talk to you, hug you, maybe kiss you. It had been too long since she last saw you, and not a single day had she not regretted what she did. She had been cowardly, foolish, and selfish, but when she tried to come back, her time had passed.

She hadn't expected to find you here if she was honest.

"You weren't listening, huh?" Alan said, making you relax a bit as you focused on his voice "Ian is our host at Biosin"

He bit back a laugh as the tension rushed back into you and he could see your fist clenching. Yes, he and Ian were definitely going to die at your hands, but at least they’d have a good last laugh.

"I’ll...wait for you outside" Ellie said uncomfortably and walked out of there, letting you breathe.

If she was honest, her mind was quickly erasing all coherent thought, concentrating only on you. Her chest tightened with the knowledge that she would have to save the world with you by her side like she always dreamed of, but without being able to truly call you hers. She had screwed up, and this was her punishment now, to witness how Ian and Alan could get close to you while she was forced to watch from a distance.

She deserved it.

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"You know that at some point you will have to talk to her"

"shut up, you and Ian are so, so dead" you growled

"It was a good life" Alan shrugged "and at least I know I won't be the first to die"

"How are you so sure?" you raised an eyebrow

"Well, I don't think you want to be alone with Ellie, so I'm assuming I'm safe for now."

"Fuck you" you said, knowing he was right.

The older man rolled his eyes and took the backpack you offered him with a reassuring smile. The teasing disappeared from his gaze, and even though you knew he and Ian were going to have a blast teasing you, you allowed yourself to drop your defenses at that moment.

"I don't know if I can do it, Alan" you whispered "I thought it didn't hurt anymore but..."

"I know" he said, squeezing your shoulder lightly "but, at some point, you will have to accept what Ian and I have known for a long time"

"And that is?"

"That you still love her"

You stared at him, holding his gaze for a few seconds. It was useless, you knew he was right and you had never been able to beat him in a staring contest. But you still had an ego to cling to.

"I do" you admitted "but I'm not going to forgive her...not today"

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braveclementine · 6 months ago

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Chapter 16

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book. It is solely fluff- nothing sexual

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖒𝖊𝖙 𝕳𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖞 and Ron at the Gryffindor table the following morning. I avoided Snape's' stares, putting my back to him. Harry started to tell me his theory about the girl who had died in the bathroom but I interrupted him grumpily.

"Moaning Myrtle." I said, slathering grape jam on my toast. "I understood that much."

"All those times we were in the bathroom and she was just three toilets away. And we could've asked her and now. . ." Ron drifted off bitterly, for once not stuffing his face with food. I couldn't talk though, I loved eating.

"We're going to have to talk to her." Harry muttered stirring his spoon in his porridge mindlessly. "Somehow."

"That's going to be impossible." I said, wiping jam off my hand with a napkin. "Its a girls bathroom, we aren't supposed to be in the corridor by ourselves, not to mention it's right next to the place where everyone's been attacked. How are we supposed to get in there? At night, under the invisibility cloak?"

Harry and Ron had no answers and I headed off reluctantly to double Potions in the dungeons.

I took a seat in the back of the classroom, putting my cauldron in front of my face, while Susan took a seat next to me, greeting me solemnly. I said hello back as politely as possible and we started up a conversation about literally nothing.

Professor Snape was in a terrible mood this morning and snapped instructions about. I finished my potion with no mistakes. In any other class, I would've earned points but today, he seemed fit to not notice me and ignored my potion. I didn't particularly care at this moment.

Then, at the end of class, he announced that exams were still going to take place next week. This was met with some mutters of disappointment for those who had wished they were going to be canceled. Of course, I had foreseen this and did not particularly find it interesting nor upsetting. It was good to have something to place my mind on.

The following day, I received a letter from dad. It made me blush and was glad that I had privacy when I read it.

Dear Elizabeth, If Dumbledore is truly gone, then you shouldn't be taking such unnecessary risks. You need to stop going out to the forest and sneaking about at night! I would feel absolutely terrible if something happened to you. I am so sorry to hear about Hermione. I know that she is a really good friend of yours. But you shouldn't worry. Professor Sprout, Professor Snape, and Madam Pomfrey are all extremely skilled at their jobs and so all the petrified are in good hands. I don't understand the idea of getting caught up with boys but then again, I was never particularly caught up with girls either. I suppose this was because of my state of being and I never wanted to harm someone that I could romantically be in love with. However, I don't blame you for being interested in boys. A parents' love can only carry so much. However, I must approve of them and I will say that I don't approve of many boys. I am not going to tell you that I like your sketches because I feel that if I were to tell you that they are beautiful, exquisite, and lovely, I may end up encouraging you to go back into the forest and draw more so I must refrain from any sort of compliments or encouragement. I understand that exams will be coming up very soon so I want you to study hard. Don't be too stressed out, I know you'll do wonderfully (given that you stay safe of course). Love, Dad

I laughed a couple of times while reading it. It was obvious he'd tried to make the letter humorous, probably because I'd told him I was down.

True to my word, I had treats for Sadie to eat while I had read the letter and I didn't feel compelled to write him a letter back yet. So, Sadie (after eating) flew off to the owlery in order to get some sleep.

I wondered, briefly, if dad would continue to have the job over the summer or if it was a winter job only. I didn't have much time to ponder this because I had a flash of vision that made me sick. Ginny Weasley was laying on some stones, dead.

I stood up quickly, making multiple Hufflepuffs around me look up. No one bothered with me though and I went in search of Ginny.

I found her and sat with her. We'd hung a handful of times over the past couple of months, though she liked to be with her friend group. At the moment, she was hanging with her friends in the library. I politely asked if I could sit with them and they all said yes, giggling slightly, and continuing a conversation about the newest gossip magazine.

I didn't join it. For one thing, I didn't like gossip magazines and never took out a subscription for them. For another, I was simply here because I was going to keep tabs on Ginny for the rest of the school year. Perhaps I hadn't intervened with the petrified students, but that was because I knew the effects were reversible. Death wasn't reversible.

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𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 the first exam, Professor McGonagall made an announcement at breakfast. "I have good news."

I had expected the Great Hall to go silent while people listened to what this news might be. However, it seemed to have the opposite effect as people started shouting out the sort of news they might like to hear.

"Dumbledore's coming back!" Was one wish of multiple people.

"You've caught the Heir of Slytherin?" Was another wish, mostly among the Ravenclaws.

"Quidditch matches are back on!" Oliver Wood practically shouted above everyone else. This made me laugh.

There many other shouts including cancelled exams, Lockhart being fired, Lockhart being kept for another year, and a strange wish of Hogwarts food now including American pizza. I laughed at the last one. What was American pizza? I'd have to ask Trang when she came home this summer. It sounded like a disease.

"Professor Sprout has informed me that the Mandrakes are ready for cutting at last. Tonight, we will be able to revive those people who have been Petrified. I need hardly remind you all that one of them may well be able to tell us who, or what, attacked them. I am hopeful that this dreadful year will end with our catching the culprit."

The Great Hall erupted into cheers.

Ron looked happier than he had in days, "It won't matter that we never asked Myrtle, then." he said to Harry and I. "Hermione'll have all the answers when they wake her up! Mind you, she'll go crazy when she finds out we've got exams in three days' time. She hasn't studied. It might be kinder to leave her where she is till they're over."

I laughed aloud with Harry. Real, true laughter.

Just then, Ginny sat down at the table, surprising me. She didn't usually approach Ron or I when Harry was with us. She looked, understandably, nervous and tense. Her hands were twisting in her lap.

"What's up?" Ron asked, not particularly looking closely at her as he helped himself to some porridge.

I frowned at him, pausing in the middle of getting my own bowl of porridge.

Ginny didn't say anything, but glanced up and down the Gryffindor table as though to see who might possibly be listening.

"Spit it out." Ron said, a bit rudely I though. But he was also looking at her with a look of concern on his face.

She started to rock back and forth where she was sitting and mumbled, "I've got to tell you something." She wouldn't look at Harry.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

I felt strangely tense myself.

"What?" Ron asked exasperated.

Harry leaned forward and asked very nicely, "Is it something about the Chamber of Secrets? Have you seen something? Someone acting oddly?"

Ginny drew a deep breath and, at that precise moment, Percy Weasley came down the aisle and said, "If you've finished eating, I'll take that seat, Ginny. I'm starving. I've only just come off patrol duty."

Ginny jumped up at once and sped away. Percy sat down. Without waiting, I grabbed my bag and hurried after her. Harry and Ron stayed at the table.

I rushed through the Great Hall, trying to find her. Visions were popping in and out of my brain of different occurrences. Ginny couldn't possibly. . . could she. . .No. . .yes. . .

I lost her in the crowd, which shouldn't have been possible because she was the only student with red hair. However, she was also short and I was shorter than the average second-year and so I couldn't see over the older students heads.

Frustrated, I headed to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, passed it, and went to go sit in an empty classroom nearby. However, when I walked into it, I had a heart attack. Professor Snape was standing against the upper wall, his arms crossed like a. . . like a ninja or Chinese person who put their hands in the sleeves. . . you know what I'm talking about. He looked like he was waiting for someone.

"Er-" I said. I had no reason to be in this empty room. No class was held in here. I supposed that I could say that I was studying here, but would he really believe that? Possibly. . . I had been living in Hagrid's cabin after all. What would really be put past me?

"Are you skipping class?" He asked in his cool slippery voice.

I shifted my bag onto my other shoulder. I needed to stop packing so much stuff. "No." I lied.

He glared at me, "Really?"

"No." I answered truthfully. "Why could you possibly care?"

Why was he always sticking his nose into my business? Why was he always prowling around the Hufflepuff common room? He never took points from me! He treated me so differently from any other student. Why oh why!

Professor Snape strode toward me so quickly that I actually backed up. Then, I thought perhaps he was going to walk past me, but instead he stopped. If I had been the same height as him, we would've been shoulder to shoulder. He said slowly. "There are a great many things I care about Miss Kane. Not all of them I should and yet, there is something lying in me that makes it so."

Then, he stormed out of the classroom, the door slamming behind him while I stood there, a bit startled and confused.

Not all of them I should and yet, there is something lying in me that makes it so? What on Earth? I hated improper grammar! What the freak was that! Was he trying to be cryptic? Was there a hidden message in there? He had put emphasis on the words "I" and "lying".

I shook my head and sank into a seat by a nearby desk. I put my head on the desk so that I could think a bit.

What he lying? I cringed at my own improper grammar. But what in that sentence could he possibly be lying about? Perhaps the word 'many'. After all, he always acted as though he cared about nothing.

I groaned. Why was I so wrapped up in this, in him? I pulled out my textbook, saw that it was my potions one and quickly put it away and took out my Transfiguration textbook instead. I worked on some of the spells in the book with the objects in the room. I found a beetle in the corner and turned it into a perfect button on my first try.

Of course, there were no rabbits or owls or any other creatures to try and perform some of the other transformations so I stuck with the inanimate to inanimate object transformations until the bell rang. Then, I quickly packed everything up and slipped out the door in time to join Harry and Ron at the back of the line.

". . . Mark my words." Lockhart was saying as we were ushered around a corner. The Hufflepuffs then joined another line of Hufflepuffs being led by another teacher down a different hallway. However, I stayed, feeling that I should. "The first words out of those poor Petrified people's mouths will be 'It was Hagrid'. Frankly, I'm astounded Professor McGonagall thinks all these security measures are necessary."

"I agree, sir." Harry said, making Ron drop his books in surprise. If my books hadn't been in my bag, I surely would've dropped them too.

"Thank you, Harry." Lockhart said, holding us up while another line of older Hufflepuffs were being led back down the corridor. "I mean, we teachers have quite enough to be getting on with, without walking students to classes and standing guard all night. . ."

I wasn't sure what Harry was planning, but it obviously had to do with escaping a teacher's notice.

"That's right. Why don't you leave us here, sir, we've only got one more corridor to go-" Ron said quickly, picking his books back up.

"You know, Weasley. I think I will. I really should go and prepare my next class-" Lockhart said and he dashed off down the corridor.

"Prepare his class." Ron sneered, dropping his proper, polite act. "Gone to curl his hair, more like."

The other students continued down the corridor while we hung back and then went back and slipped down the other hallway.

"Where are we going?" I asked, a bit confused.

"Myrtle's bathroom." Ron said. "We want to get information from her even if the others will be okay soon."

I nodded. Brilliant. We headed off towards Moaning Myrtle's bathroom when suddenly we heard a voice say, "Potter! Weasley! Kane! What are you doing?"

It was Professor McGonagall and my stomach filled with dread. I turned slowly. Her lips were thinner than I had seen them in a long time- a sure sign that she was mad.

"We were- we were- We were going to- to go and see-" Ron stuttered, unable to finish his sentence and so Harry finished it for him. "Hermione."

The three of us stared at him. I recovered quickly. Obviously, we were going to see Hermione.

"We haven't see her for ages, Professor and we thought we'd sneak into the hospital wing, you know, and tell her the Mandrakes are nearly ready, and, er, not to worry-" Harry said, leaning forward. I think he was stepping on Ron's foot. I barely paid attention though as tears had come to my eyes.

It was stupid for me to cry, I knew that, but Harry's sentiment wrenched my heart. Professor McGonagall however, was the last one I wanted to see me cry. She was such a strong woman herself. She would never cry in public. . .

"Of course." She said in a weird croaky voice and I turned, a little surprised. There were tears glistening in her eyes. "Of course, I realize this has all been hardest on the friends of those who have been. . . I quite understand. Yes, Potter, of course you may visit Miss Granger. I will inform Professor Binns where you've gone. Kane, you're in my class so you have permission as well. Tell Madam Pomfrey I have given my permission."

Harry, Ron, and I walked away and we heard Professor McGonagall blow her nose as she went around the corner.

"That. Was the best story you've ever come up with." Ron said, a bit proud.

I stopped walking, horrified.

"Elizabeth?" Harry asked.

"I need- I need to go speak to Professor McGonagall real quick." I stammered. "I'll meet you in the hospital wing."

I dashed off, leaving them there, and turned the corner, sprinting. Professor McGonagall wasn't far ahead and I called her name. She quickly wiped her face and then turned and said, "Yes, Miss Kane."

I breathed hard. "Ginny- Ginny Weasley. Professor, where is she right now?"

I didn't have to explain myself, Professor McGonagall understood right away what I was saying. "Another attack?"

I shook my head. "Worse, I think. But I don't know where she is."

"I'll find her. Go up to the hospital wing, Miss Kane, get Potter and Weasley and tell them to go to the common room. I'll get Professor Snape, Flitwick, and Sprout, and we'll look for Miss Weasley."

I stood there, a bit helpless as I watched her march off and then collected my senses and dashed up to the hospital wing. Harry and Ron were just coming out of the door, Harry clutching a piece of paper.

"Elizabeth!" Harry exclaimed, thrusting the piece of paper at me. "Look at this!"

I took the piece of paper and read:

Of the many fearsome beasts and monsters that roam our land, there is none more curious or more deadly than the Basilisk, known also as the King of Serpents. This snake, which may reach gigantic size and live many hundreds of years, is born from a chicken's egg, hatched beneath a toad. Its methods of killing are more wondrous, for aside from its deadly and venomous fangs, the Basilisk has a murderous stare, and all who are fixed with the beam of its eye shall suffer instant death. Spiders flee before the Basilisk, for it is their mortal enemy, and the Basilisk flees only from the crowing of the roosters, which is fatal to it.

On the bottom corner of the paper, Hermione had written the word: Pipes. Everything clicked perfectly.

"Oh my God." I whispered, dread and joy filling me equally. Dread for not having realized it sooner, joy for finally having the pieces click. "Hagrid's roosters were killed, Aragog said spiders fled from this creature. . . it's a snake Harry! That's why we hear it. . . the walls, the pipes. . . that's why we're hearing the voices in the wall! It's been right next to us. . ." I was so excited I was speaking in incomplete sentences, "No one's died because. . . no one's looked at it directly. Mrs. Norris- water Colin- camera, Justin- Nick, Hermione had the mirror. . .which means. . ." I looked up at them in shock. How could I not have seen this? With every advantage I had? Visions? Smarts. . . and I hadn't seen this! "The entrance is in Myrtles bathroom!" I was giddy with excitement.

All thoughts of Ginny had been thrown out of my head until Ron asked, "What're we going to do? Should we go straight to McGonagall?"

"Let's go to the staff room." Harry said, and we started running down the hallway. "She'll be there in ten minutes. It's nearly break."

I completely disregarded that Professor McGonagall had told us to go to our common rooms.

We ran down the stairs and we went straight into the staff room. The staff room was a rectangular shaped room with two large windows at the back. There was also a long conference table made of pine wood and dark oak chairs were lined up around the table. There were bookshelves along the walls and a wardrobe stood in the far corner.

Harry and Ron paced the room. I still had the piece of paper in my hand and was looking out the window. I had a nice view of the courtyard from here. Professor Flitwick was walking across the stones, looking about urgently. My stomach churned. Was Ginny safe?

It was a bit of time when I realized the bell for break had never rung. Harry and I exchanged a glance. Then, McGonagall's voice came over the speakerphone, "All students to return to their House dormitories at once. All teachers return to the staff room. Immediately, please."

Harry, Ron, and I all stared at each other. Harry and Ron looked shocked and I felt my stomach churn even more and thought I might be sick.

"Not another attack?" Harry gasped, "Not now?"

"What'll we do?" Ron asked, his mouth open. "Go back to the dormitory?"

"No." Said Harry, glancing around. He pointed to the wardrobe. "In here. Let's hear what's it all about. Then we can tell them what we've found out."

"Don't you think we should just stay out here?" I asked, hesitantly as Harry opened the wardrobe doors. "It'd be less embarrassing than if we just jumped out."

But before we made a decision, there was a sound at the door, and we all jumped in and pulled the doors closed. My heart beat fast. Please don't be anything about Ginny, please don't be anything about Ginny. . .

I looked through a hole in the wardrobe. Some of the teachers looked puzzled- they obviously didn't know what had happened. Others looked scared. My eyes searched out Professor Snape. He had no facial expression. Then, Professor McGonagall entered the room and the room went silent.

"It has happened. A student has been taken by the monster. Right into the Chamber itself." She said with the air of one delivering bad news.

Professor Flitwick squealed, Professor Sprout clapped a hand to her mouth, and Professor Snape gripped the back of the chair tightly and asked, "How can you be so sure?"

"The Heir of Slytherin, left another message." I realized then that Professor McGonagall was very white and shaky. "Right underneath the first one. 'Her skeleton will lie in the Chamber forever'."

My knees gave out and I fell to the floor of the wardrobe. Luckily for me, Flitwick had burst into tears which covered up any noise I'd made. I had to take very deep breaths. 'My fault' I thought as tears swam in my eyes. 'All my fault'. If I'd protected her. . . watched over her. . . told them that the diary was hers. . .

"Who?" Professor Snape demanded, almost angrily.

"Who is it?" Madam Hooch asked. "Which student?"

"Ginny Weasley." Professor McGonagall said.

Ron sunk to the floor of the wardrobe too.

"We shall have to send all the students home tomorrow." Professor McGonagall said heavily. "This is the end of Hogwarts. Dumbledore always said. . ."

I got to my feet. I had to go. I knew what I had to do. At that moment, the staffroom door banged open once more. It was Lockhart. I stepped out of the cabinet and closed the door behind me. None of the teachers noticed, they were all staring at his beaming face. I glared at him.

"So sorry- dozed off- what have I missed."

I felt so happy when Snape stepped forward, glaring at him with hatred. As a matter of fact, every teacher in the room from happy go lucky Professor Sprout to calm Madam Hooch were looking at him with hatred.

"Just the man." Snape said in his most hateful, oily voice. "The very man. A girl has been snatched by the monster, Lockhart. Taken into the Chamber of Secrets itself. Your moment has come at last."

Lockhart's naturally happy face blanched.

"That's right, Gilderoy. Weren't you saying just last night that you've known all along where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is?" Professor Sprout chipped in. I'd never seen such a mean expression on her face. Or such a spiteful tone.

"I- well, I-" Lockhart sputtered.

"Yes, didn't you tell me you were sure you knew what was inside it?" Professor Flitwick said, his high-pitched voice higher because of his crying bout.

"D-did I? I don't recall-"

Snape stepped in for another round of bashing Lockhart. "I certainly remember you saying you were sorry you hadn't had a crack at the monster before Hagrid was arrested. Didn't you say that the whole affair had been bungled, and that you should have been given a free rein from the first?"

Gilderoy looked around at his colleagues and realizing that none of his colleagues were going to help him said, "V-very well. I'll I'll be in my office, getting- getting ready." He left the room. The teachers still didn't look my way.

"If only he did know where the entrance was." Professor McGonagall said. "Right- Miss Kane!" She shrieked as she turned to look behind her, catching sight of me. "What are you doing here?"

Every teacher turned to look at me. I opened my mouth and then closed it. "Nothing?" I said. Then I walked past the teachers.

"Miss Kane!" Professor McGonagall said sharply. "Exactly where do you think you're going?"

I didn't stop walking until I reached the door. Then I turned and with a hard, steely voice said, "I'm going to kill a Basilisk." I then slammed the door closed and locked it behind me.

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slimeywooper · 7 months ago

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Labmas AU - Unintended Consequences

Chapter 17 Part 4- Retribution/Renewal

After arriving at Gear Station, you waited for hours, hoping Nobori would show up at any second, or somehow contact the twins to tell them that he was on his way. It got to the point where Ingo and Emmet convinced you to go home with them. Continuing to wait at the station wasn't good for your emotional well-being, and they didn't want to potentially deal with anyone from Team Plasma appearing and causing trouble at their work.

The supposition was that Colress relented, and agreed to let you be free, only on the condition that Nobori remained. But the package you received a few days after escaping proved that to be incorrect. It was delivered to their address with your name on it. Inside were two name badges, Kudari's and Nobori's, as well as a letter.

It was only after reading it, that you learned Nobori was gone, and would never be coming. The package must have been sent either before or after taking you to the tram. There wasn't an explanation of what exactly he was planning to do, just that he would no longer be alive after it was done. The twins were told about some of the things in the letter, but not all. The parts regarding your relationship with Nobori were too personal to reveal. You couldn't help but feel anger at him for lying. When he had said he would 'see you soon,' he didn't mean physically. This was something he planned, the idea of which likely occurred to him when you said you wanted to escape. His assurances that he would join you were only said to get you to leave on your own. Perhaps if you had argued with him more, you could have talked him out of it. But that's only in hindsight of the actions he took.

You have been staying with Ingo and Emmet at their home for a little over a two weeks now. Their couch is your current bed, with them constantly encouraging you to stay as long as you need. They have been extremely sweet and understanding, even promising to make a depot agent position available for you when you are feeling better. After you received the letter, they came to the realization that if they didn't do something, one of them would potentially have to stay by your side indefinitely, to keep you safe. Ingo took it upon himself to go to Plasma headquarters and come to an arrangement with them. In return for your total freedom, he and Emmet would continue to help Team Plasma in their recruitment endeavors. In the event Team Plasma broke the deal, they would cease their partnership with them. Even if that meant Ingo and Emmet would lose their beloved subway, they would do it to keep you safe. Team Plasma knew the Subway Bosses were much too high profile to be threatened. If anything happened to either one of them, it would immediately get the authorities involved. When given this ultimatum, Team Plasma backed off, and agreed to let you go.

Though you are now capable of being on your own without fear, the emotional comfort you are afforded by staying is too much to pass up. But living with them isn't always easy. There was a day where you tried to be helpful by returning some of the paint Emmet had used for a model kit to its proper place. Upon seeing his eyes fill with tears at not being able to find where he had left it, you vowed to never touch their stuff unless you were asked. You fessed up to moving it, and Emmet was more relieved to have found it than angry at you for returning it to the shelf where their paints are kept. He then told you the story of how some years ago he had accidentally put a small jar of paint in his coat pocket, and it smashed while he was working, staining the coat.

For how blunt he is, Emmet is the more sensitive of the twins when it comes to criticism. He may not show it when it happens, but upon arriving home, he becomes sad, sometimes depressed. Usually offering to help care for his Joltik cheers him right up. The gentle way he handles them is similar to Kudari, treating them like babies. The Joltik quickly became your favorite Pokemon, and when he saw how much effort you put in to learning how to raise them, he gifted you one of your own.

Ingo is louder and more verbose, on top of having more self-confidence. He's also the one that takes care of the meal planning and finances. You've been offering to assist him, which he accepts, but he has such a particular way of doing things that sometimes it's just easier to get out of his way. Eventually you hope to learn how he does them, and give him a little break without him getting panicked about whether they are being done correctly.

Sometimes you would ask if you could sleep with Spindly or Empyrea. You never did get to show Kudari that you were over your fear of spiders. The first time you hugged Spindly, you began to cry uncontrollably. Emmet was mortified, thinking he had caused your suffering. You had to explain that it wasn't anything he did, you just really missed your friend. Empyrea didn't cause any overt sadness, but she liked to get up in the middle of the night and chime happily to no one in particular.

Every night after the twins go to bed, you pull out the hybrids' name badges and study them. The friends you lost are always on your mind. Looking at Nobori's badge, you can almost feel that same calming sensation staring in his eyes brought you. When you dream, his chiming echoes throughout your mind, only ceasing when you awaken in the morning. It makes you wonder if they're still out there somewhere, getting to see the world as spirits. Hopefully they come back to visit you occasionally, even if you won't know if they do.

Today starts the same as every other since you've escaped. You tell the twins to have a good day, then after they leave, you play with the Joltik. A small walk is taken around the neighborhood, with your very own Joltik, Garland, on your shoulder. He doesn't have a Pokeball yet, but you hope to get him one eventually. Most of your time is juggled between doing small chores, searching the Internet, studying Unovan history, or watching 'how to' videos on becoming a Pokemon trainer.

When the twins return from work late in the evening, dinner is made and everyone sits down to eat. After they tell you about the various events that happened at the subway, Ingo starts a new topic, "(Y/N), Emmet and I have been talking, and we believe we may have found a way to gain some extra income, for when we don't quite get enough to make ends meet at Gear Station. If we can get this plan to work, that would mean—"

"We can dump Team Plasma!" Emmet interjects, smiling widely.

Glancing between them, a smirk forms on your face. Though Team Plasma has kept their word in leaving you alone, the twins' inevitable interactions with them have been a source of great anxiety for you. "What exactly are you going to do? Can I assist in some way?" At this point, you're willing to do anything. Ingo and Emmet helped shield you from them, now you hope to return the favor.

Ingo makes his own version of a smile, then answers, "Actually, we were praying you would. As you know, the subway is popular, but it's very expensive to run. Sometimes we don't always raise the money we need to stay afloat. However, if we can find a way to gain an income from the tourists who visit Gear Station, as opposed to just getting money from the trainers utilizing the Battle Subway, we can make a substantial profit."

"Yup! We have a brilliant idea! A souvenir shop! Maybe even sell some pre-made sandwiches and drinks for when people get hungry!" Emmet exclaims excitedly, tapping his fork on the table to accentuate each sentence.

"Selling souvenirs… that could work," you say, pondering the logistics of it.

"Really, this is something we should have done years ago! Running the subway just takes so much time and energy." Finishing his last few bites of spaghetti, Ingo adds, "We've even seen shops in the area trying to sell merchandise with the name and logo of Gear Station. It's something we've had to contact our lawyer over, so he could send cease and desist orders." He shakes his head at the memory. "But, this is only in the planning stages, nothing concrete yet. Once we have everything squared away, the threat of Police intervention should be enough to make them call it even. Letting us be free from the threat of violence, and be financially independent."

Tilting your head in thought, you begin to collect the plates. "Well, I will do everything I can to help you guys. Manning a register, making merchandise, whatever. It will probably cost some money to get running, but once it proves to be a success, then Team Plasma can truly be left behind! We can live in peace."

"Bravo! Thank you for the support!" Ingo bellows, followed by a quieter "Yup!" from Emmet.

Bringing the plates to the sink, you rinse them off and place them in the dish washer. Watching some television is a nightly ritual, and upon leaving the kitchen, the couch becomes your next target, each person finding their specific spot and getting comfortable. As Ingo begins to channel surf, the door bell rings, so Emmet rises to answer it. "This late? Some people can be so rude…"

It's been around five minutes and Emmet still hasn't closed the door and come back. You look to Ingo, then the both of you peer out of the living room to see what's keeping him. At the door is a middle-aged man with brown hair and a serious face. Moving aside to let him in, Emmet calls out, "You guys might want to come in here," before closing the door.

Without further prompting, you both stand and walk to the dining room, where the stranger has stopped. "Sorry to bother you," he begins, "My name is Looker, and I'm an agent of the International Police. I'm currently investigating Team Plasma, and I was wondering if I could speak with a (Y/N)?"

A sheepish reply is given, "Yeah… that's me… how can I help you?"

Eyes narrowing on you, he continues, "It has come to my attention that you used to work in the science division of Team Plasma, under a certain Dr. Colress, is that correct?"

You nod once, nervous about where the conversation is heading.

"Very well, we should probably sit down. I'm going to need some information from you." Looker glances to Ingo, who proactively pulls out a chair from the dining room table, letting the two of you sit and talk as the twins remain standing. "Now, I cannot reveal how I know this information, as that would potentially damage the integrity of my investigation, but I am aware that you are not from this world."

A small exhale of held breath is made before acknowledging, "Yes, that's true."

Looker raises a hand to his chin. "I see, I see. So it would be accurate to say that Team Plasma has discovered how to create the spatial anomalies known as Ultra Wormholes?"

"Yes, not only can they make them, a researcher was able to link two of them together. So they can effectively create one that goes anywhere they want, not just to some random location. That happened a little before my escape." So far the questions have been easy, but you can't help but wonder how he knows about you.

"Is that right? Well, that's quite a worrying development." Readjusting himself, he now leans his forearms on his legs, looking you in the eye. "According to my source, you left on bad terms with them. Considering you just mentioned escaping, I must ask, have they tried to contact you in any way?"

Nervously glancing between Ingo and Emmet, you open your mouth to answer before being cut off by Ingo, "Please, Team Plasma has not tried to contact them. My brother and I made sure they would leave (Y/N) alone. We…" he stops short of admitting any involvement.

"What is it?" Looker asks, peering over to Ingo, "If you're worried about revealing your dealings with Team Plasma, don't be. I already know." A loud sniffle is heard from Emmet. "Calm down, I'm not here for you two, I just need some information from (Y/N). What you've been doing with Team Plasma isn't illegal, just a bit shady. It's no different than websites selling information about their users. But I would suggest you keep your noses clean. Now, (Y/N), I still have a lot of work to do to bring Team Plasma to justice, but can I count on you to help in their prosecution when that time comes?"

Taken aback, you sputter, "Sure… of course. But… I'm not supposed to even be in this world. I don't know how I can help if I'm not really a person, at least not legally. And besides, I also don't know if anything I'm saying can be used in a court of law."

Looker shakes his head. "That's not something you have to worry about. We don't do it often, but we have helped other people in your situation get IDs. Making one for you shouldn't be an issue. Though, if you are worried there will be some kind of media circus or public trial, there won't be. Cases of this magnitude are only conducted under the utmost confidentiality. The judge involved will already be aware of your predicament. As for the information you can provide, it most certainly can be used to demonstrate the types of experimentation they were conducting."

"An ID? You can do that?" you ask, a sudden surge of excitement hitting you.

"Absolutely." For the first time tonight, Looker smiles at you. "Well, that's all that I needed to know, at least for now. I'll let you enjoy your evening." He rises from his seat and pushes it under the table.

As he's walking to the door, you hop up and run after him. "Wait! You told Ingo and Emmet to keep their noses clean, right? Team Plasma only agreed to leave me alone in exchange for continuing to help them find more Plasma grunts. If they stop right now, then Team Plasma will come after me again."

He sighs, replying, "There's always a catch, huh? Well, as I said, it's not illegal. Just make sure they don't rope you gentlemen into doing anything else, alright?" He gives the twins a cursory glance. "Thank you for all the information. It's been quite illuminating. Keep an eye out for a letter with your ID. I'll keep in touch." With that, Looker nods and lets himself out.

The three of you walk back to the couch and collectively collapse in relief. You look over to Emmet. He has tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. "I thought for sure we were going to be arrested!" he announces.

"Yeah… I was getting a little nervous there," you say in agreement. "But he mentioned getting me an ID! All things considered, I think this is the best outcome we could have hoped for."

Ingo pipes in, "I concur! Once we have our souvenir shop business venture up, running and successful, and I assure you it will be successful, we can let Team Plasma know what we really think of them! (Y/N)! Get your little Garland ready, Emmet and I are going to make you into a Pokemon trainer! They'll learn you're a force to be reckoned with."

"Um…" you look from one to the other. Emmet now wears a wide-eyed, enthusiastic expression, sweat beginning to run down his face as he smiles at you. "Sure… but… it's kind of late. Maybe we should get some rest…"

"Nonsense! There's no time like the present!" Ingo tells you as he hops off the couch. "Emmet, grab Spindly! We'll start with her, then make our way through all of our Pokemon!" He begins pulling on your arm to coax you in to standing. "Besides, you heard that Looker fellow. It may be a while before Team Plasma gets taken down. In the event they are not so keen on seeing us depart, we need to have you ready for anything!"

"Spindly is reporting for duty! This is going to be so much fun!" Emmet appears holding a Pokeball, and Garland sitting on his shoulder. "Since it doesn't look like you'll be leaving here anytime soon, we should clean out a room for you! If you want to be a great trainer, you need to get a decent amount of rest!"

"Bravo Emmet! Great idea!" Standing triumphant, Ingo has managed to pry you off the couch. "Tonight, Pokemon battles. Tomorrow, souvenir shop. Then later, independence from Team Plasma! It's a foolproof plan!"

It is times like these that you wish you were more assertive. "Ah, hell…" you mutter, as you are pulled along to the entrance of the basement, Emmet following closely behind you. "Okay, I'm coming, I'm coming!" you assure them. It's going to be a long night, week, month, and year, but you wouldn't want to be anywhere else. This may not be the life you had planned, but it's the one you have. After everything that's happened, and the heartaches you've endured, there's still hope to be had. You'll continue to move forward, fighting for you and your new friends. And, eventually, all three of you will be free.

#labmas au #ingo #emmet #submas #submas au #looker

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contreparry · 1 year ago

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Hi hi and hap fri! Here's a DADWC prompt :) “No matter what, I will always come after you.” for any couple of your choosing <3

Here's some pre-relationship InquisitorxCullen for @dadrunkwriting!

He had to say something.

They were sending this woman off to her doom without acknowledging the dangers she would surely face, as if speaking the words would bring them into reality. He had thought to pray and beg the Maker for his intercession (she must live, surely you understand how we are all doomed if she should falter), but even prayer felt selfish now. So Cullen watched the Rift from his post on Haven's wooden wall and tried to think of what he should say.

Stay alive? Useless advice. Good luck? Worse than useless. I wish we could send someone else? Useless and insulting to boot. But he couldn't send Enchanter Evelyn Trevelyan, who by all rights shouldn't have been in this situation in the first place, off to her death without a word. She was... it wasn't right. None of this was fair.

Fair. What a word. This entire situation was monstrously unfair, had been for ages. For forever it seemed like. Cullen sighed, braced his forearms against the railing, and stared up into the sickly green light of the Rift. Tomorrow it might disappear. Or it might get worse. Who knew? All they could do was try to make it right. All they could do was... was try.

Try to fix the mess they made. Try to be better than they were the day before, and the day before that. Try to do what was right instead of what came naturally. Not that he claimed to know what was right in the first place, considering everything he had done. Cullen dropped his gaze to his hands. What was he doing? He'd run out of time to say anything to the Herald if he remained brooding up on the wall. Yet he couldn't quite make his legs move. It was as if his body believed that time would stand still if he ignored it completely. Only a few more minutes, his heart seemed to say. Wait only a few more minutes before you descend and begin your search. You haven't found the right words yet. You aren't ready, not yet.

At this rate the world would fall to pieces before Cullen found the right words to convey everything that he had bottled up inside of him.

"Seeker Pentaghast said you'd be up here."

And there she was. Short, solemn faced, bundled up in two cloaks and a borrowed (sloppily knitted) scarf, Herald Trevelyan clambered up the final steps to join him on the battlement. She tilted her head to gaze up at the Rift, her dark hair fluttering in the late winter chill. Late winter? Early spring? Seasons didn't matter this high up in the mountains. She sighed, a short, sharp, exasperated huff, as if the Rift was an annoyance that kept her away from more pressing matters.

Enchanter Evelyn Trevelyan was a terribly efficient woman. She had everything organized to the letter, knew the proper way to go about everything (which made the moments she chose to disregard protocol and rules all the more frustrating), and had the sharpest tongue he ever had the displeasure of meeting. But... Cullen examined her as she stared at the Rift. She wasn't all bad. Had she been one of his commanding officers he would certainly have admired her diligence and methodical approach. Even Cassandra said they were similar (it was not a compliment).

Had things been different... maybe they wouldn't have butted heads. Perhaps, had the world been kinder, had things gone right, they could have been friends. Too late to change the past, of course, but the future... there was a chance there. Cullen steeled himself and opened his mouth before he lost his nerve entirely.

"No matter what happens tomorrow, I'll come after you," he declared, and then wanted to kick himself when Trevelyan whipped her head so quickly she must have hurt her neck. She stared at him as if he had grown another head, and despite the chill head crept up the back of his neck.

"That is. What I mean is..." Cullen stopped to gather his thoughts. Words. He was pondering words all day, and it was too late to turn back now.

"I'll be at your side on the field tomorrow. You will not face this threat alone," he assured her. "And should you... should aught go amiss, I will drag you off the field myself." It wasn't a gentle speech, but he never had the gift for flowery words. But he said it: he would be by her side in battle, shield and sword paired with staff, and they would face the threat together. It was the only vow he could offer. But Herald Trevelyan frowned, her brow furrowed and her dark eyes distant.

"How reassuring," she muttered. She immediately froze, her eyes wide and her body stiff. That was a misstep, an aberration from her normally icily cordial demeanor, but Cullen couldn't find it in him to be insulted. The sarcasm was refreshing. The woman could lose her composure after all. She recovered quickly enough, however, and with a cough she returned her gaze to the Rift above.

"I spoke hastily. Tired, but that's hardly an excuse," she said. "Do forgive me." It was a little stiff, a little stilted, but it was an apology and it was sincere. He'd take it. The first steps towards reconciliation were usually awkward, after all.

"Forgiven and forgotten," Cullen replied. "And for what it's worth, I'm sorry. This... if there were another route, we would have taken it."

"I know," she murmured, and for a moment (perhaps a trick of the light) he thought that Trevelyan's eyes were wet. But she blinked, the wind shifted, and the moment was gone.

"And... I am reassured. Tomorrow will be difficult, but with enough people on our side we should push through," she hesitated then, absentmindedly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and the ice wall she lingered behind returned, building up before his eyes brick by brick.

"Do get some rest, Commander. Tomorrow's challenges will arrive soon enough," she advised, and she turned on her heel to march down the stairs, a shuffling mass of bundled up wool braced against the winter wind. Cullen raised his gaze to the Rift and pondered the Herald's remark. Tomorrow's challenges will arrive soon enough indeed. But there was nothing to do but wait for tomorrow to come.

"And Commander?" Trevelyan returned. She lingered on the top step. She was framed by the setting sun like a holy aura. Or perhaps flickering flames of a bonfire. It was all Cullen could do to not shudder.

She would be fine. They would all be fine.

"Hmm?" He asked.

"If our situations were somehow reversed, I would come after you as well," she declared with a ghost of a smile on her face, and she was gone.

#da drunk writing circle #my writing

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pancake-cookies-acorn-jelly · 1 year ago

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A behaviour previously unheard of

I woke up on a strange bed, on a strange room, on a strange body.

Ok, no, it was my body, it just felt strange because I was thirsty and tired. I was on the softest bed I had ever lied on, and my back wasn't used to it. I had been chasing a demon all over the country.

I didn't knew who it was possesing, or what was his plan. All I knew was that he was targeting me personally. Herding me, taunting me, leaving dead things outside my window. There was a dead squid on the windosill right now. It stinked.

I was a bounty hunter, specializing in 3rd realm entities. I was working towards the licensing for Woy realm as well, but full time jobs mean that studying is a slow affair. I wish I had tried harder, though. 5 months away from the license and I'm going to die. Slowly, if the demon has broght me here instead of killing me on the spot. It means it will not consume my flesh, but my life-magic. It's risky and brings atention, but it will be nigh invincible when it finishes.

Not that I care. I will be dead, and there's no one in my life to worry about. I won't be missed or miss anyone. That's depressing.

Mom and dad sucked, prefering booze and drugs and orgies over their own children. Probably why my sister was a junkie who was in and out of prision. My coworkers weren't bad, but they weren't my friends, of which I had none to speak of. I had only had one serious partner once, but I prefered not to think about it. It was also depressing.

Him, I did miss. We had 3 beautiful years together, more happines that I ever thought possible or diserved, until he had gotten the letter.

His mother was sick. Deathbed sick.

He immediately wanted to go to her, but it was two whole countries away. I didn't knew the language back then, or the customs (I still don't know those, but I learned the language, to torture myself I think), but I do know they kill anyone who commits the smallest offense. The higher ones get torture first. They had no hunters there, apparently no creatures or magic either. They had days in which the entire earth shook and moved, and yearly floods. It sounds like a horrible place. He never spoke fondly of it, and she had no property or money or security for him to arrive to. I didn't knew how she lived.

I didn't understand why he wanted to go, why he prefered that women he hadn't seen in 10 years over me. He didn't understand why I wouldn't come with him, as I had nothing in my life besides him. We said some things to each other. He eventually left, slamming the door. I assumed he would return, but he never did. Left everything he owned in my house, my heart included.

I cried myself to sleep that week. Something died inside me, which suprised me because I thought there was nothing inside of me to die. Funnily enough, the same thing was happening right now. I thought my life was pointless, that someday some creature would kill me and I just.. didn't care. Until it was happening, and then I did very much care. I surprised myself because I wanted to live. I wanted to find him. I promised to myself I would go look if I survived the demon.

The demon I heard coming down the hall.

It wasn't ugly, though? It looked freshly bathed, hair combed and clothes well fitted. Usually they look disheveled, and smell strongly of unwashed human. That's how you can tell them appart on their human form.

You are awake. Good. Do you need something?

I heard his voice on my head. They are telepatic in this form, as they have no throat or lungs or organs on their body, (mouth, nostrils, ears, asshole and vaginas where applicable were blind holes, only there for the ilusion of humanity; if you cut it in half you'll just find skin and meat, like a human shaped sausage, they stay upright and are tough only because of magic).

But I must have been alucinating because I thought I heard him ask if I needed something.

-Wa..Wat- I couldn't speak. He got it for me anyways.

-Thanks.

You're welcome.

Ok, that was unnerving. He was not only speaking on my head again (creepy), but also being nice. Demons don't do that, they kill and consume until they themselves are killed or consumed, by other demons or their own actions. But this one wasn't doing either.

-Are you going to take my life-magic or kill me?

Neither. The love of my life is in mortal danger. I need your help.

#intrusive thoughts #wouldnt leave me alone #villain x hero #well #but this is going to end up on a polycule #enemies to lovers #the main character is broken #but i can fix him #with another broken character #because it distracts me from my lonely existence #hurt/comfort #h/c

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bloodluvver · 2 years ago

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intruder

sure, ill stay in this labyrinth; hell-scape in my own mind. The pernicious world; dark with a proclivity and venerence towards evil. Ill never capitulate to this 'omniscient' god, these people working for him. I will never be a slave to the outside, to them. They cant get me.

there is no apt solution other than my own, in a corner; metaphorically and literally. What they would call me is 'agoraphobic' a troglodyte of sorts. But those they's now are nothing but fakes. puppets to this new world, an evil being taken over. I don't know for what purpose yet but I'm next. I believe now no one will understand me. ( If there are any real people still here, have read this something is wrong here. I must be dead. ) I am intelligent, if anything I am the omniscient one. They cant get me.

The aristocracy, the beings outside with flesh hides that lie- come up to my door with treats, greetings, through my mailbox. they lie. under the soft tone of voice, they want me. They need me for something but damn I don't know what for yet. They knock and knock and knock.

'Hello? are you doing alright? you haven't been out in weeks. hon.' Normal voices but each time I hear, something else is there, like a second inflection in their voice. I haven't been able to sleep because of it. Letters too. Calls, speaking through the mailbox.

I realized, they are out to get me.

Calls from my own number, letters sent from my own address, handwriting uncanny, as if it was slurred, someone who had just learned how to write was sending me these things. For the first times the mail was innocent in nature. the flesh hides; pretending to be my family, my friends. Asking me to come out, see them.

Eventually things got sinister.

The old letters, soft persistent subtle urgings to come out, to 'open my door'. Next, more persistent. Begging's started. And then demands. 'Open it.' The letters didn't even try names now. Just blank envelopes, stained at the front withy an odd smell, and then inside sloppy black inked demands. subtle threats that hurt me, made sharp pains erupt in my stomach and feelings as if something inside of me had died and sank.

'we need you. come out, we fear for your well being and what may happen if you don't leave soon.'

I've begun vomiting from the fear at the amount of calls, letters and knocks. There is an indescribable sink that has become a tearing inside of me. as if the fear is metastasizing and attempting to tear itself out, probably to let something in.

I have eaten the last of my food. My water has stopped running. My electricity has cut out. thankfully I have these candles, they were in the attic where my mothers things were.

Right before electricity cut, I was sitting in my kitchen, hiding under the windows from the knocking, I got desperate. Maybe something could help me? The fear began to become too much. I called my mothers number.

"mom? mom?"

she didn't answer for a bit and I had to re-ring her. The knocking didn't stop, my shaking fingers could barely click the green buttons again to call her, my tv and radio kept cutting in and out with this static, I couldn't stop it and it made my ears ring.

but finally she answered.

She didn't ask my name. Her voice sounded different too, faked. A soft, pernicious inflection that I would have picked up on if I wasn't in such a desperate state.

"hello? hi dear.. are you doing alright? You called so late."

I said no. That I think something was after me, a higher force. and I was afraid.

The knocking became banging, the static got louder and my stomach rumbled. I'm not sure if it was the anxiety or my hunger.

At this point I could barely hear her, the other sounds were borderline deafening but I closed my eyes and tried to focus on her voice.

"Would you want me to come over? I could make you soup. Like the old days." She laughed, It wasn't her laugh.

My stomach sank more when I didn't think it could, my mouth filled with saliva, throat threatening to purge.

"Mom? you never made me soup."

It felt like everything quieted down after that and the deafening sound that substituted was my heartbeat.

She didn't respond.

"Are you alone there?"

"Yes, I-"

It interrupted me.

"are you sure?" Her tone changed.

"What?" I whispered out again, aside from my increasing heart rate it was deathly quiet, I was convinced something could hear me.

"You should let me in." The voice dropped.

That didn't sound like my mother. She didn't speak after that and then I stopped completely, my mother died two years ago. At this point I forgot what her voice sounded like But now I knew this was not her.

The moment I remembered my mother passed, whatever the hell I was calling started cackling, as If it knew what I was thinking, an intrusive disease. It was one of them.

I didn't bother hanging up and just ran, ran into the attic with my mothers things, throwing my phone in a random direction downstairs.

That was two days ago. I have no food. no water. I have a coin to play with next to me. I have counted 61 heads and 70 tails. I am hiding in a corner, writing this and hoping the dehydration is what will get me.

The banging is quiet but hasn't stopped, locking myself in the attic has muffled it a bit. I can hear the laughing, It hasn't stopped since two days ago either. I think it has me. I think they have me.

If there is a God, he has died.

#horror #horror writing #creative writing #writing prompt

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day-dream-writing · 1 month ago

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Forget me

its been 3 years since ive seen my childhood friend lestat, 3 years since he left to paris ,sending me only a letter and leaving me with memories of sunny afternoons in the french country side with my dear friend with the beautiful blue eyes.

the seasons changed again, winter,spring,summer,autumn and winter again. i couldn't sleep that night, almost as if i felt in my heart something, something terrible has happened. the thunder outside made this no better, the stone walls of the castle shaked ,the candles brough no warmth. i walked carefully to the window ,trying to close it against the harsh winds but then they almost stopped themselves and i felt a ghostly presence behind me ''lestat?'' i say silently almost as if i knew, ''don't turn around, please'' he says silently his voice almost breaking, ''is this a dream?'' i whisper, ''no'' he answers coldly, ''lestat you said you wont come back here'' i answer, ''yes...i did'', ''why are you back?'', ''things didn't go as planned'' he says, his heavy boots make a sound as he walks, i turn around to the source of his voice but he disappears in to the shadows, ''come out of the shadows my love, please'' i say in concern, ''i cant'', ''you can!'' , ''no...not anymore'', but before lestat could notice i walked even closer to the curtains he hid behind ''don't'' he warns, ''les please don't be like this let me see you'' i move the curtain to find my old friend standing there, expensive clothes adorned his lean body, his eyes still blue yet somehow even more blue than ever, i reach out a trembling hand to his ''you are so cold'' i gasp, i didn't mean to, but his ice cold skin almost startled me ,''i am'' he says shortly and coldly but his cold skin doesn't stop me from entangling my hand in his, he lets out a shaky breath, ''has Paris been kind to you, my lovely lestat?'' i say softly as i try to pull him by the hand towards my room, ''for a while it was everything i dreamt of, and then..'' ,''and then?'' , ''and then i woke up'' his voice cracks slightly, bitterness in every sentence, ''maybe i am just damned'' he says silently. ''no one is truly damned, lestat don't say that'' his face still obscure to me in the shadows of my darkened room , ''no one but me'' his voice echoes.

''how can you say such a thing'' i say in shock, ''i am leaving the country, i am leaving France, i cant stay here anymore, i am boarding the ship and...i came to say goodbye'' he says quickly, as if it was something to check off the list, ''with Nicholas?''' i ask in a slight hopeful voice, maybe he and Nicki have plans to start a new life, ''no..no Nicki he..he is dead'' lestat says coldly, ''what?'' i feel a sharp pang in my heart ''poor Nicholas, what happened?'' tears well up in my eyes, ''uh..he..he got sick'' lestat answers, the pain in his voice evident, ''oh god lestat i am so sorry'' my heart breaks for the couple as i outstretch my arms inviting lestat for a hug, he swallows a deep breath as he reaches out as well, wrapping his cold hands around my waist, his head rests on my shoulder as he leads down, and small sobs fill the room, his sobs stain my nightgown crimson red and echo through the stone walls ,after minutes of inconsolable sobs he lifts his head from my shoulder, my hands still tangled in his long golden hair

''you must forget me for eternity'' he says, not even looking in to my eyes'', ''how can you say such a cruel thing?'' my own tears fall in to my cheeks , ''i must be cruel to you so you wont look for me, don't ever, do you hear me, ever look for me, forget me ,go live your life, i am dead to you, to everyone you understand?'' he grabs my shoulders ,his voice firm and full of urgency, ''no no i wont, i refuse lestat!'' , lestat sighs in annoyance ''foolish girl'' he spits out, ''foolish? foolish? i refuse to forget you! how can anyone even try!'' i cry out, lestat wipes his crimson tears from his eyes, the first time i notice ,he cries blood ''is this ..blood'' i say concerned, ''there are many thing you wont understand, and don't try to, i told you i am damned'' he turns around, i come closer putting a hand on his shoulder ''what happened in Paris, tell me, you are cold to the touch, you cry blood, Nicholas is dead and you beg me to bury you'' i say in slight frustration, lestat lets out a sigh ''there was a creature, like from a nightmare, he stole me from my room in paris as i slept. for days he kept me, tortured me, drained me, and then...'' he paused ''and then he turned me in to one like him...a creature of darkness and craving of blood'' ,''what?'' ''a vampire,i am a vampire that's why you must forget me before you get hurt, i will outlive you for this burden is eternal and you must move on'' ,''cursed in to the darkness forever?'' i whisper, ''yes'' he says plainly now more calmly.

''you can't just leave like this lestat'' i turn him gently to face him ''give me something that will make this easier, and ill bury you my sweet lestat'' ,and just before i could finish talking he kissed me ,his lips surprisingly warm and gently ,his breath cold, he kisses me like a lover, with longing. when he breaks away i pull him closer to my bed ,he leans in to me as he kisses me again and again, ''my sweet lestat'' i say in a whispery tone, he breaths heavily as i move my neck, suddenly his eyes darken at the sight, his lip twitches ,his parted lips reveal two sharp white fangs, i let out a shaky breath, he almost looked lion like as he traced his gaze to my neck, ''les'' i let out another shaky breath but before i could finish my words he lowered his face to my pulse point, it all happened too quickly, his fangs tore to my skin, i let out a gasp and then a moan as he sank the sharp teeth in to my neck. the pain was sudden and i couldn't speak , my body was paralyzed under his weight, i gasp more as he pins me down to the bed.

the blood staining the sheets red, his body becoming warmer and warmed as mine becomes colder and the sharp pain in my neck makes me almost pass out. the blood loss makin me dizzy ''stop'' i beg with my last breath, those words seem to awaken lestat from his trance as he lifts his blood covered mouth ,he breaths heavily, suddenly he snaps out of it . he sees me laying on the bed losing breath, losing blood, bleeding out in to the sheets, in the morning the maids will find me without a drop.

''shhh don't don't struggle, you'll feel better soon'' lestat whispers in my ear, ''I'm going to do something which will make you hate me for ever, and i mean it, forever'' he continues to whisper, ''i could never hate you sweet lestat'' i say weakly, ''if i leave now, you'll die and go to heaven as you deserve and we will never meet again, but if i stay and save you then you will forever be cursed and you'll hate me as the fate of all fledglings to hate their makers'' he says ,a hint of sadness in his voice. ''i don't ...i don't want to go to heaven if i never get to see you again, heaven without you would not be heaven at all'' i cry, ''fine'' he sinks his fangs again as i gasp again, now slowly my life force leaves me, like the breath in my lungs, my body no longer belongs to me. i look at the stone ceiling ,is that it, dying by the hands of lestat feels way too lovely, and then comes another sensation, his wrist makes contact with my mouth, a warm liquid ,slightly metallic in taste, slightly sweet, like a fine wine on my lips, like honey, lestats blood rushes through my system. and i begin to hear his heart like a drum , i am so lost in the sensation until he pulled away from my mouth. i lay on the bed gasping ,opening my eyes to the new world i was now apart of. and the first thing i saw as a newborn vampire, my maker lestat, his golden hair almost shines now, his skin glows, he was mesmerizing and i belonged to him now for eternity.

i sat up on my bed, my white nightgown had no resemblance to white as it was soaked in red blood, i come closer to my maker, climbing in to his lap, i never felt such strong hunger , i want to devour him ,to tear him apart, my fangs tingle in my mouth, more more more i want more of lestat, i never craved anyone more, he made me and now as it was the fate of a fledgling i was ready to tear him apart, i sank my fangs in to his soft flesh ,with moans and gasps now from him, i drank ''easy now my sweet'' he pulls me gently from his neck ''more'' i say ,i never felt such hunger ,''you will have more, but you must be patient'' he brushes the hair off my face and kisses me again, the taste off my blood on his lips and the taste of his blood on mine.

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theextratreefairy · 2 years ago

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The Prey of a Hawk - P.1

they/them Teacher winged - reader, Yandere!Hawks Purge Au warnings: Dark themes, toxic relathionship dymanics, yandere themes I do not condone yandere actions, and if you have thoughts of harming anyone or your s/o I urge you to talk to a professional Will become a series to test my yandere romantic writing, this is very long <3, tell me what ya think p.2

Reader couldn't prepare for the Purge, the Purge would start at 12 am Friday and end 12 am Saturday.

The school wouldn't give them the day off, even if they did get a letter. 'The children need to feel as if everything is normal, even in the purge week.' Was the school's reasoning, Reader taught seniors at a middle school, of course they knew what the purge was! But as their co-teacher got off Reader felt like the yandere bought off the school.

Which was correct, not like the school would admit it tho

"Teacher (l/n)! Did you get a purge letter?" One of the students asked randomly. "Why do you ask?" Reader questioned as they looked up from their paperwork. The whole class was talking about the Purge, some family members had gotten a letter and some had just reached the age they could be taken by platonic yandere's. "Well, you aren't married and from what we know a yandere doesn't have your custody!"

"Yes, I got a letter." The class fell silent. "Then why are you here? Didn't Teacher Kim get off?" A male student asked concerned. Reader was everyone's favorite teacher, so these questioned weren't a surprise. "From the evidence I have been gathering, the yandere bought off the school." Reader tried to speak as casual as possible. "Will you go with them peacefully? My papa had given my mother the letter, and they are happy now..."

"I will be damned if I go down with a fight, if someone wants a relathionship with me they can ask me out as a sane person." The students looked at Reader, they had never been looked this serious. "Will you use your quirk?"

"If I must, I must. Now, with all these questions I will almost believe your working with the dear stalker of mine." Reader teased their students, knowing full well that some of them would. "Now pack-up, my dear students, as the school day is over."

The Students did as told, and when they were about to leave Reader said; "If I do not see you after today, don't get stuck in the rats den."

Did they understand what Reader meant? Absolutely the fuck not.

Reader had locked the door of the classroom, closed the blinds and quickly changed to a comfy track suit that will allow their wings to grow.

Their quirk allows them to walk on clouds and sleep on clouds, basically their quirk makes them a fancy angel. So Reader's genius plan is to find a comfy ass cloud and stay there until the Purge is done. Since almost no one has a quirk that allows them to fly that high. Even if their yandere is one of the highest ranking Yandere's ever- so most likely a villian who decided to be 'nice' or a pro-hero.

When Reader was flying in the air they heard the, oh so similiar, broadcast warning.

'This is your Emergency Broadcast System announcing the commencement of the annual purge. For 24 hours every yandere action will be legal except Murder and causing any permantely bodily harm to your darling, 'marking' however is allowed. The police cannot be called, the parmadics can only be called in deathly situations'

"How wonderful." Reader muttered as they flew up to a cloud. "How comfy, I missed this..." The clouds are lovely to sleep in, to hide from all the busy streets.

Something Hawks adored, Reader's anti-social nature when over-worked means; cute Reader sleeping in clouds~! So when Hawks sent a form to the goverment, he knew were his little darling would hide.

The skies :D

Not that Reader knew that the pro hero Hawks would be a yandere. Especially with his obsessive fans. But once registered as a Yandere, always a Yandere in the laws eyes. "Oh how, desperate you must feel~ to fly so high, my dear angel."

But Reader is a better hider then Hawks gave them credit for. It took him around 13 hours to even find the cloud Reader was tagging along on. Reader was sleeping on the cloud's.

'How adorable, a sweet angel sleeping on the clouds!' Hawks was really lovesick, the obsessive look in his eyes could pierce through Reader as he flew to Reader, using his feather's to pick them up from the cloud. Hawks pulled out a rag of choloform and before he could gag Reader, Reader woke up immediately trying to get out of his feather's.

"I suggest you don't struggle Angel. Unless you want to become my Prey~!"

My, this feels so shitty ngl.

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 2 years ago

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Letters to the Moon.

Steve is gone. The love you and Bucky have for him isn't.

Pairing - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings - None

Word Count - 869

Masterlist. Requests.

My Golden Boy,

I wish you could see him right now, like this. He's sleeping soundly, his chest rising and falling with every deep breath. The sun is softly shining through the curtains. It dances on his arm, making it glow, like molten gold. His hair is tousled and messy - it's shorter now than it was when you last saw him. It looks so soft, so fluffy - it takes everything in me not to reach out and touch it. He's a light sleeper, and I don't want to wake him. He never sleeps this soundly usually. He wakes up every hour and checks that I'm still beside him, gently peering over me, watching me dream. He doesn't know that I know he does this. I'm not going to tell him.

The sun is reflecting off his arm and creating shadows that dance around the room. It's early in the morning, and I couldn't sleep. Writing you letters always gives me a sense of peace. Maybe it makes me feel better, knowing that I'm including you in everything.

I wish you could see him right now. He looks so soft, so gentle, so tranquil. Almost as if the last 90 years didn't happen. No trauma, no fighting, no war. He looks like that same boy from Brooklyn - the ladies man with the charming reputation, cheeky and full of life. It's easy to forget all that has happened in moments like these. It feels like time is suspended, just for a second. It feels like it is only me and him in the world, and it's perfect. Almost. It'd be perfect if you were here.

We miss you. He never says it out loud, but I know he does. So much. He laughs at something someone said, and looks around the room to see if you laughed too. I see the momentary sadness in his eyes when he realises. I feel it too. I understand why you made your choice, I do. Sometimes the selfish part of me wishes you'd stayed, wishes you'd fulfilled your promise. I know why you didn't, but that doesn't stop me from wishing you did.

Sam has been a blessing. He's integrated him into modern life - taught him about cell phones, and the internet, and tv and automatic cars and debit cards and electric coffee makers and sneakers and Spotify. I know he feels like his head might explode with all the constant new information, but he's grateful for it. It makes him feel a little younger.

I try, too. I walk him through museums, explaining what he missed. Wars, assassinations, revolutions, victories, losses. He listens intently, hanging onto my every word. He waits until I've finished speaking, and showers me with question after question, asking why and how and do you remember it? How old were you when it happened? We talk, we laugh, sometimes we just stand and look at each exhibit carefully. I think sometimes the words get too much for him. It's better for us to just be. We visit the Smithsonian, and walk through your section. We laugh at how young you both were, how ridiculous you looked in your original costume. We talk about how happy you were, how innocent. How unprepared you were for what was to come. I think he likes the Smithsonian best. The pictures of you in the 40s are how he remembers you. He's the only person in the world that remembers you like that. It must be lonely.

We have a place together now. Just outside of Brooklyn. Being in the centre of New York was too overwhelming for him. Nothing is as he remembers it, and it's disorientating. He won't ever say anything to me, but I know how he feels. When I suggested we move slightly out of the city, I saw the relief in his shoulders, the gratitude in his eyes, the excitement in his smile. Easiest choice I ever made.

He's stirring now. There's momentary panic in his eyes when he reaches out and finds the space next to him empty. He scans the room, and relaxes when he sees me. His eyes soften, and he smiles gently. He watches me carefully, as he always does.

"Mornin' honey", he drawls, voice deep and raspy.

"Morning baby", I whisper back.

"You writing another letter?", he questions, eyes filled with love and adoration.

I see it so clearly these days. It's a rarity, knowing that someone loves you more than anyone in the world. It's a feeling unlike anything else. I hope he feels it too. There's nothing I wouldn't do for him.

"Just finishing it", I tell him gently. He sits up slightly, and watches me as I write the final paragraph.

I really wish you could see him like this. Peaceful, relaxed, at ease. These moments are a rarity, and God do I cherish them.

We miss you. I miss you more than words can describe. I hope you're happy, golden boy. It's all we've ever wanted for you. I love you. Jamie does too.

I'm sure I'll be writing to you again soon. Leave room for us on the moon, honey boy. We'll join you some day.

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flightlesslawnclippings · 2 years ago

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Sirens Song

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Comte x reader

Prompt: Day 7 - Against the wall /Table sex, "Can you feel what you've done to me?"

Word count: 1813

Notes: This is my contribution to @xxsycamore #kinktober2022 challenge! (I am posting a little early - sorry!) It is also the first fic I've ever posted online, so please let me know if you like it! I usually write for myself so it feels a little scary to share, but this is basically my love letter to Comte.

(The song that I primarily had in mind for this was The Love You Want - Sleep Token)

WARNINGS/SPOILERS: NSFW, smut, 18+ minors DNI, Comte's first name, angst, fingering, biting (light, no turning), sex

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The way the golden sun streamed in the windows it was easy to understand why everyone went out today. It was probably the last warm day before the bitter cold of winter. Sebastian stood in the front doorway and turned to look back at you "Are you sure you don't want to come with me? It's too nice outside to stay cooped up all day."

"Thanks but I'll be alright. I'm looking forward to a little time alone actually."

"Well, if you're sure.." he said giving you a sheepish smile "Since you're staying in can you put the clean dishes away before dinner?"

You gave him a gentle push out the door "No problem, now go! Have fun!" He turned and walked off with a wave as you closed the door behind him. The mansion was so quiet now. Quieter than you had ever heard it before. You stand there with your back to the door and take a deep breath absorbing the stillness that was so very rare. You let out a sigh "I suppose I should get that done before I forget." you say to yourself as you walk toward the kitchen.

You look at the mountain of dishes to put away from the banquet the previous night with a new determination. Still in a good mood despite the work, you start singing aloud some songs from the 21st century. It's been some time since you heard them as your phone died many moons ago, but you still remember the lyrics of your favorites almost as if you could still hear the music clearly playing in your head.

You return all the assorted pots and pans to their proper places first. Next the plates and glasses. You managed to get everything put away fairly quickly thanks to you being so familiar with the kitchen. As you were sorting the last of the flatware into the drawer -

"You have a beautiful singing voice, you know."

Your stomach hits the floor and your head snaps up to the sound of the voice, you see him standing, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. Looking more casual then you had ever seen him before, without his overcoat, tie, or even shoes, le Comte has appeared as if from thin air. He tilts his head slightly staring directly into your eyes. Your whole face floods with heat "When- How- I- I thought everyone went out today?" you finally manage to stammer out.

"Oh they did. However, I chose to stay in and catch up on some of my letters and enjoy a little peace and quiet. Seems you and I had similar thoughts." he chucked to himself.

"I'm so sorry, if I had known- I wouldn't have been singing so loud! I-I'm sorry if I bothered you, I can-"

Before you could finish your flustered apology, he cuts you off "Tis not a bother, ma cherie. In truth, your song called to me reminiscent of the way sirens call to sailors. I was entranced, but I must confess I do not recognize the melody."

Just when you thought your face couldn't get any redder, a whole new wave of heat spreads across your cheeks. "Oh." you said shocked, but still embarrassed, "It's just some of the music I used to listen to in my time.. Um, would you like some tea?" You asked trying to change the subject. You turned to the cupboards, happy to have a reason to break the intense eye contact. There is something different in his eyes today. Something almost wild. You had noticed in the past that his eyes tend to follow you, but you tried not to read too much into it. After all, you are certainly not anyone influential or of great historical importance.

"I'd love some" You didn't hear him move but you suddenly felt his closeness. You put the kettle on the stove and turned around to push yourself up and sit on the counter. If Sebastian knew you were sitting on his counter he would surely flick you. You felt like being at eye level might help you relieve the awkwardness you felt, but it ended up giving him a chance to get even closer. You weren't exactly sure how it happened, but he was now very comfortably positioned standing between your knees, his liquid gold eyes searching yours. Saying nothing, he reached up an gently placed a stray lock of your hair behind your ear, fingers just barely ghosting across your skin.

Heat. Everything felt hot. His eyes seemed to melt every part of you. Feeling the heat start gathering in your belly under his honey gaze gives you a shred of confidence. Why else would he be this close? He wouldn't be standing like this if he wasn't interested, right? You slowly leaned forward, and when he didn't move away, you leaned in further delicately placing a kiss on his lips. He presses into you returning the kiss, and you feel one of his hands run up the side of your thigh. Just as you started slipping your tongue into his mouth, he pulls away.

Oh no. Feeling instant regret and shame, you knit your eyebrows together and look down at your hands in your lap.

"Cherie.. are you sure.. is this what you want?" you hear him say in a low breathy voice. "Are you sure you want.. me?"

Your eyes dart back up to meet his, surprised at his sudden confession. You can see something akin to loneliness in his eyes that leaves you heartbroken for a moment. How could he not know your true feelings? How could he not see that you've only ever had eyes for him? "Comte," you say softly "How could I not? You are the sweetest, kindest man I've ever-" Before you could say anything more his lips were crushed against yours again, full of desire. Pushing his tongue past your lips, you grab handfuls of his shirt. His hand continues its journey up your thigh to your hip and his other hand wraps around your back, pulling you tight against his chest. You pull your legs up and lock them around his waist. Your fingers start frantically unbuttoning his shirt when you feel him lift you. Still kissing you hungrily, he carries you out to the dining room and sets you on the table.

You pull back and look at him perplexed for a moment, and as if reading your thoughts he answers in a low growl "My bedroom is across the house and I simply cannot wait that long." After that his mouth is on your neck, tongue lapping at your pulse point, his skilled fingers working to open your blouse. Your whole body feels like it's being consumed by fire and you bite your lip, struggling to stifle a moan. His mouth travels lower, across your collarbone, and lower sucking on your breast and cupping the other in his hand. You hear him muttering something in French as his other hand wanders ups your skirt on your bare thigh, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake. His fingers find the top of your panties and he practically rips them off you. Suddenly the ceiling is in view and the weight of his body on top of your own, you can feel his length pressing against the inside of your thigh being constrained by his pants. Kissing you again, his fingers find your already wet center, and he works two of his fingers inside, his thumb teasing your bud. You couldn't help but whimper at the sudden sensation. Your hands move on their own to his pants trying free him, wanting more. He removes his fingers from you and you feel the loss of them. He pushes himself up, blond hair falling in his face and you get a full look at his bare chest. His skin pale, muscles lean and yet somehow toned but absolutely gorgeous. You open his pants and his cock springs out, larger than you were expecting, but you are ready.

"Be sure to tell me if there is pain, ma cherie." You nod, then grip the edge of the table as he lines himself up. He leans back in to kiss you as he slowly pushes himself inside you, carefully, feeling how your walls stretch to accommodate him. His breathy groan against your lips as he goes deeper and deeper is heaven to your ears. Once you are full to the hilt, his hands start exploring your every inch of your body, one coming to rest on your ass. You put your arms around his back as he starts moving his hips rhythmically, you feel yourself start winding up already. Now you really can't help but moan as he starts licking and nipping your neck again breathing heavily, while he slams into you again and again. His fangs scrape the delicate skin but he is careful not to break it. Your fingernails start digging into his skin and you know you won't last much longer at this rate.

"I'm.. so close" you barely manage to whisper out.

"Sing. Sing for me."

As if the words themselves were what pushed you over the edge, you arched your back up into his chest, head thrown back and you cry out. Your mind goes hazy as your walls clamp down and you feel his bucking hips start stuttering as he rides out his climax as well. Taking ragged breaths, his whole body now laying on you, his head on your already heaving chest. Your fingers find their way into his soft hair. You both lie there for a moment comfortable, catching your breath.

"Can you feel what you've done to me?" he asks in a quiet voice. He lifts his head to meet your eyes, looking into them like you are the most precious and rare treasure in the world.

"Comte.." you say somewhat timidly.

"Abel."

"Abel?"

"That is my name. I want you to know it."

"Abel." You say softly, in a voice barely above a whisper, and a smile more beautiful than the day itself blooms across his face.

Sometime later - You've changed the tablecloth and start setting the places for dinner, as most of the residents have already arrived home. Sebastian hurries through the dining room, rushing past you "I'm sorry I'm late, the shops were running low on some of the ingredients I needed, so I had to go way out of my way" he states trailing off into the kitchen. You smile to yourself and continue setting plates, lost in your own thoughts. Not a moment later, you hear him loudly yell from the kitchen "WHO WASTED MY GOOD TEA!?" You weren't sure, but you could have sworn you heard Abel chuckle from the other room.

~~Thank you for taking the time to read this! i hope you enjoyed it! :)

#visions of temptation 2022 #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikevamp saint germain #ikevamp le comte #ikevamp fanfic #ikevamp #ikeseries #kinktober 2022 #smut

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strangergrove · 2 years ago

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(Just a warning, this is post s3 and Billy hasn't come back (yet?) so it's the aftermath, Harringrove style. Gonna be sad, so don't read it if you're not up for that. Was in my feels, apparently.)

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Hanging off the back of the desk chair, covered almost completely by Steve's letter jacket, was a maroon shirt. It would have looked to the outside world that it had been forgotten, or perhaps lost, beneath a jacket no one had seen Steve wear in a long time. Not since the winter before Starcourt burned down, to be exact. Not that anyone had noticed.

The shirt wasn't lost, wasn't forgotten. Steve knew exactly where it was. He'd reached to put on that jacket many times the winter after the mall fire, but he'd stopped himself every time. He didn't want to see the delicate pattern adorning the shirt. He didn't want to see the snaps running down the front and think of how some of them had probably never even been used. He didn't want to know if the faintest wisp of cologne still clung to the threads. He didn't want to think of all the memories he and Billy had hidden away from everyone, too afraid of the wrath that would come down upon their heads.

So the shirt stayed, hanging off the back of a chair Steve had not sat in for over a year, nestled beneath a jacket he had resigned himself never to wear again, neatly ignored in a way he'd probably learned from his parents. It probably would have stayed that way for years. Steve would move out and take everything with him, except the chair, except the jacket. Except the shirt. He would leave it behind for his parents to deal with, knowing another ten years down the road he would hate himself for letting it go, for not having the strength to touch a goddamn shirt.

Except, Steve wasn't the only one who had loved and lost a particular boy, one with blonde curls and eyes blue enough to rival the ocean. Max had lost him too. From the sound of it, there was nothing left of Billy in that house. Neil had seen to that.

So it was, on a very bleak day just before March gave way into April, that Steve finally pulled on his letter jacket again. Not that had anyone noticed. He made his way through the early morning fog, winding between dewy headstones, until he arrived at one he had not been able to bring himself to visit in a very long time.

There was a flash of brilliant red hair as Max turned to look up at him. Her eyes were bright and icy in the same way Billy's used to get when he was about to cry. They danced quickly away from Steve's gaze before landing on the swath of maroon in his hand. He could tell from the way her brow furrowed and her lip quivered that Max recognized it.

Steve wanted to tell her that he hated Neil for throwing away all of Billy's things, for raiding her room for his son's clothes and tapes he knew she must have taken before they'd gotten swept away into a box bound for a landfill. Steve wanted to apologize for holding onto something of Billy's for so long and not even looking at it once in all that time when she didn't have a single thing left of him.

But all Steve could manage in that moment was to press the shirt into Max's shaking hands and kiss the top of her head. After several minutes passed in silence, he finally spoke.

"He loved you, y'know. And he hated himself for never telling you. Said something like... It wasn't fair to put that on someone when they were still waiting for an apology. And I don't know what he said in Star-" Steve cleared his throat. "If Starcourt counted, or... Well, he loved you. I just needed you to know that. Even if it doesn't change anything." Steve turned to leave, looking back over his shoulder long enough to add, "And Max? It's okay if it doesn't change anything. You don't have to change how you feel about him just because... he's..." Steve couldn't say it. "He'd understand."

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #steve x billy #harringrove fic #I didn't intend for this to be sad but here we are #Sad

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thelittlewriter · 3 years ago

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Last Wishes

Pairing : Bakugou x Reader

This is the next part of The Phone Call, I hope you will like it !

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You didn't remember how you arrived at the hospital. Your eyes were empty and only had one slipper on.

- He's in surgery, a doctor said. We will update you as soon as we have news.

You stayed silent. You couldn't say anything. You had to wait.

- It's good, Y/N. Bakugou is alive.

You looked at Kirishima. You could see tears in his eyes but he was still smiling at you. You remembered now, he was the one who bought you here. You looked around you. The waiting room was such a sad place, you thought. It was only powerlessness and death. A little bit of faith, maybe. But nothing more. You waited silently. You had hope. He was still alive. It was all you could think about. If he was alive, it meant it was more smiles, more laughs to come. More love. Love. You saw the doctor come in front of you.

- Unfortunately, there was a lot of damages. His heart stopped multiple times.

You couldn't breathe. He was supposed to be strong. He was supposed to come home to you.

- The doctors decided to wait 24 hours. If he survives, they will go into surgery again.

- He's still alive ? you whispered

- He's still alive.

24 hours. 1440 minutes. 86400 seconds. It seemed so long now. For 24 hours, you couldn't rely on the doctors' knowledge. For 24 hours, the only thing that was keeping him alive was hope. And so, when they took you and Kirishima inside his room, you waited. He couldn't breathe on his own for now, they said. This was why he was intubated. Kirishima couldn't stop talking. He had hope for both of you. But suddenly, you heard weird noises from the machines that were monitoring your boyfriend's health. You didn't quite know what it meant, just that something was wrong. Doctors and nurses came into the room running.

- Clear ! you heard.

Then, they told you his heart stopped. But started beating again. You only nodded, silent. He was still alive. It happened again. And again. They didn't even bother making you step out of the room. They knew you weren't keeping them from doing their work. You weren't moving. You were just waiting. For death or for him to wake up, they couldn't tell. You were silent, after all.

- Y/N ! you heard when someone came into the room.

You turned around. It was Mistuki, your boyfriend's mother, followed by his father. She hugged you tight.

- My child, you must be so exhausted...

- I'm fine, you answered.

Your throat was sore from not talking. You allowed yourself to close your eyes, in her warm arms. She had always been sweet with you, welcoming you into the family very early.

When you woke up the next day, Katsuki was gone and you were still in Mitsuki's arms. She had been crying, her eyes were red.

- He's in surgery. We didn't want to wake you up.

24 hours had passed. You still had hope. He was still alive. You were going to see him again, share more moments of happiness.

- We don't know when he's going to wake up, the doctor said. Or... if he's going to. But the surgery went very well.

You sighed. Hope. You had hope. But in the end, you still didn't know. And so you waited again. The doctors said to not expect anything for at least five days. And so, Mitsuki forced you to go home, to eat and take a shower. To sleep too, but she knew you wouldn't be able to.

For the first week, you convinced yourself that it was only seven days and that seven days were just two more days than what they might have expected. Two days was nothing. At the end of the second week, your boyfriend's sidekick came with a letter. He only said :

- I think it's time for me to fulfill his wishes.

You didn't understand but you still opened the letter. You recognized your boyfriend's handwriting.

"Dear Y/N,

If you read this letter, then it means that the worst-case scenario happened. I'm not dead but not quite dead either. I know that, if it happens, you won't be able to let me go. That's why I'm writing this. We didn't really talk about it, I know you hate talking about it. But I have to think about it. Because, in the end, you're the one who is left alone.

You can have my apartment. I know seeing it will hurt you, so please, get rid of my stuff. All of my clothes, my books, everything. I don't want you to live with a ghost. It might be a selfish wish, but please don't forget about me. I love you and I want you to love me forever. But I don't want it to hurt. I want you to move on. No matter in what state I'm in right now, no matter what people say, listen to me. I'm letting you go. This is not an escape. This is not you leaving me. This is me leaving you. I want you to go and be happy without me. I want you to laugh and smile without me. I want you to do everything you wanted to do before.

My wish is for you to move on and to remember that I loved you. And that it's ok to let me go. If you're reading this, I'm not here anymore. Please be happy.

I love you.

Katsuki"

You couldn't stop crying. You couldn't leave him. You couldn't live without him. You knew it was going again his last wishes but you couldn't let him go. Not yet. You remembered what he said.

"I don't wanna put you through this."

Him being alive was worse than death, both for him and for you. Was he even alive ? Still he couldn't handle all of it alone. So you decided to stay one more day. And then, one more. Until it had been two months. He was still not waking up. It seemed like he also wrote letters to his friends and family. Izuku came to see him claiming "it was the last time". Kirishima said goodbye too. Even his parents didn't stay as much as they used to. His mom told you :

- He asked me too. He'd be yelling at us right now.

He let a sad laugh before leaving. You knew she was right. You knew what he asked. You understood what he asked. So, on the 67th day, you finally whispered :

- I'm going now.

He didn't move.

- I love you so much. And I know you love... loved me too. And I'm not ready to let you go but... you asked me to. And I love you too much not to respect your last wishes.

He still didn't move.

- Please, Katsuki... wake up. I don't wanna go.

You waited but nothing changed. Nothing was going to change.

- I love you.

You took your bag and left the room. You didn't cry. You had no more tears left. No more feelings. No more thoughts.

If only you had stayed a little bit longer, if only you had a little more faith, then maybe you would have seen the nurses running into your boyfriend's room. Maybe you would have heard them say :

"He's waking up."

But when he opened his eyes, the room was empty.

To be continued

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