#* The bruises on my soul don't hurt as much if I can hear you breathe * ::Will&Noah:: {hvbris}

[himegureisu]

calls

Summary: At the beginning of your relationship, both of you promised to call the other whenever you had time to spare.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

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“Did you catch them?”

Your voice was a balm for his weary soul. His team was away for a case though it has been three long grueling days it seemed longer. They’d been on a roll for their unsubs profile and were on their way back to the airport after a successful and fairly uneventful arrest.

“Yeah, we did,” he sighed, sinking into the plush seat of the jet, and observed the team on the ground, “Are you home?”

“No, not yet, will you make it home for dinner?” you asked, from your office packing the files you’d bring home, “Are you hurt? Do I need to get bandages?”

“No, you don’t need to. Just bruised,” his exhaustion evident by the tone of his voice, “Make it a late dinner?”

“Okay, that’ll give me time to finish work. Do you want anything in particular?” you closed up your office, as silence prevailed on the other line, “Hotch?”

“I miss you,” he whispered.

“I know. I miss you too,” your heart ached with longing, as you glanced at the gradient colors of sundown, “But look on the bright side you’re on your way home. Just a couple more hours until then.”

“I’m counting the minutes,”

“Okay, fly safe. I love you,”

“I love you too,”

At the tail end of the call, the BAU boarded the plane and a couple of curious looks went his way but he ignored them. None dared to ask a question.

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“Can I take you out for lunch?”

His sudden invitation was a pleasant surprise given that they rarely could get out of the office, so every time an opportunity came up, he takes it and leaves. That’s why he hoped you were free and could answer before another person knocked on his door.

“Yes, of course, you can take me out for lunch,” you laughed, placed the documents aside for later, and signaled your assistant, “What time can I expect you?”

“In fifteen,” in a rush, he walked out and silently hoped no one would intercept him on the way. On his phone, he doesn’t notice the team stares from the bullpen as he enters the elevator. “I’m on my way,”

“Okay, I can hear your breathing, don't rush and drive safe,” you answered, knowing smiles blooming on both your lips, as he arrived at the parking, “I love you,”

“I love you too. I’ll see you soon,”

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“Did I wake you?”

His deep tenor echoed from the speakers and immediately your anger, from your disrupted slumber, was abated. On the soft mattress of your bed, you rolled over and clutched his pillow closer as you put the phone on speaker.

“Yes, you did but it’s okay,” you murmured, the scent of his shirt on you comforting but not enough, “If it were anyone else, I’d hung up by now,”

“I just needed to hear your voice,” he breathed out,

From across the country, Hotch looked around to see his team canvassing information from witnesses. He knew he needed to be there but he also needed this breather.

“I also love hearing from you,” you admitted, staring at a photo of you two on the nightstand. His smile wide and dimples out for everybody to see as you held a giant stuffed bear in victory, “Even if it’s gory details of the cases and unsubs you arrest,”

“Were you dreaming of me?”

“Was on my way there,” you answered, the smiles forming on both your lips. “This is so much better but you need me to talk so what do you want me to talk about?”

“Anything. Everything,” he pressed on something for you to be transferred to his earpiece, and went back to his team, “Just talk, please?”

“Okay, so today I was called for an alleged case of corporate espionage…”

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There was something wrong.

At the beginning of your relationship, you and Hotch made an agreement about constant communication whenever you could. That’s why you often called, and he’d answer but you’d gone radio silent.

His calls were being directed to your voicemail and as far as he knew, you weren’t on for jury duty until a few more weeks and there were no special events other than settling a case in court for the day.

This is Y/N L/N. I’m sorry I can’t get to the phone but please leave a message after the beep and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.

“I’m worried, baby,” he whispered, as he ran his hand through his hair, from the corner of his eye he could see JJ stand up and walk to his office, “I love you, please call me back soon,”

His phone buzzed on the table as JJ entered and announced a new case but the text he received from you has him up and shaved off ten years of his life.

Code Silver. Supreme Court VA is on lockdown. Check the news. I’m fine, I promise but stop calling or you’ll give us away. I love you. I’ll contact you when it’s clear.

Oh no, this was where he drew the line between work and personal life. He couldn’t solve any murder knowing that you were on lockdown at the courthouse just an hour away.

“You can fend for yourselves without me,” he answered, rushing out of the office, “I’m sorry, JJ, I need to go it’s an emergency,”

“Hotch?” JJ called, as he rushed out of the office, “Hotch!”

calls pt.2 >

[spacebaby1]

Saving Ace (Ace x F!reader)

I live and breathe comfort first, especially for Ace D portgas; my baby. Thank you for this idea! Thank you, @captainportgasdace

T.W: Blood, scars

"Ya! Why do you keep running into the wilds like you have seven souls and end up hurting yourself. You always show up covered in cuts and bruises, Ace! Do you fight wild animals out there?" Your little bow still not fixed and still in your school uniform both you and Ace sat in front of your house as you were cleaning his cuts. You're both ten and nine years old. This was supposed to be the first day of school, but of course, Ace didn't show interest in being part of it. "I don't mind getting hurt because I know you will always take care of them afterwards." Pinching your cheeks with his other hand, he chuckled. You rolled your eyes before slapping his hand away from your cheeks. Getting up, you looked at him half mad, "I'm not always gonna be there to save you when you're hurt." You heard him laugh as you walked inside the house.

A painful yelp that left your lips after you hit the ground hard, arm half burnt from the Akainu fist, and both Luffy and Ace not far from where you fell. Immediately, you noticed Luffy fell unconscious in front of you to his side, bleeding everywhere. "Lu-luffy, n-no, please g-get up!" Your voice shaking as you pleaded. Turning to your other side for Ace was painful. The fist caused you too much damage in the arm that you could feel it burning and numb at the same time. Hold on to the ground you tried hard to slide towards Ace, unable to move one of your legs, hardly breathing and chocking on your own blood. You held Ace's hand, "A-A-Ace, g-get up! ACE!"

The others were quick to distract Akainu from the three of you as if suddenly you three weren't there. You saw Junpei rushing to take Luffy away, and you took a breath of relief, but still, this wasn't over, Ace was right there and hurt. A painful scream left your lips as you sat up and grabbed Ace to stand still, avoiding every muscles of your telling you to just fall because that first few steps were killing you, "A-Ace d-don't die o-on me, plea-AHHH," you almost dropped Ace when you felt the burning pain in your arm again. Seeing the heart pirate crew was a relief because you've met Law before, and you knew he was there on your side. "I-" unable to speak anymore, you cried, terrified that you're unable to let out a sound from how much you were in pain. If it wasn't for Marco to bring you and Ace on the heart pirate submarine; not once you let go of Ace even when Marco let you down and left before saying something that you couldn't hear because of how loud your ears were ringing. Everything seemed blurry even when Law reached to hold you up from your head bent position, still holding Ace and murmuring for him to wake up. Vision barely clear you spoke to Law, "P-please save him, you-you have to save him. Lu-luffy h-has no-fami- Save A-Ace." You were shaking badly, not sure if Law can even hear your voice or it's just in your mind that you're speaking when in reality you're unable to speak. Immediately, Law's crew gathered around you to take Ace, and you finally let go, watching them disappear inside the submarine while Law supported you to stand still. You gasped before reaching further and away from Law's grip, only to fall on your knees and scream in pain. "You're hurt! Let me help you," you shook your head, and Law didn't let go but turned you towards him, "you need to let me help you. I will not let Ace or Luffy die, but I will also not let you die." You blinked at him, finally feeling the blood deipping down your eyes; ironically, you couldn't remember hitting your head that hard that you were bleeding from every part of your body. "Ace." Was the last thing you whispered before falling unconscious in Law's arms.

"I'm leaving. Aren't gonna say goodbye?" Ace giggled, waving for you.

"ACE!" You screamed, reaching your hand as you woke up. You were breathing heavily with the oxygen mask on and bandages all over you. The door opened, and Bepo entered with a stock of bandages but gasped when he saw you sitting on the bed, "You're awake. How are you feeling? Does it hurt anywhere? Are you hungry? Do you wan-"

"A-ace and Luffy. Are they oka-"

You didn't get the finish your question when Luffy entered the room with a huge smile and a bandage on his head, "Ah! You're awake!" He cheerful spoke and your eyes widened before pulling away all the machines hooked on you before running into Luffy's arms, it was then when you finally realised how badly you were hurt because you could feel every muscle hurting. You cried in Luffy's arms, hugging him tight, "You're okay. Oh, I'm so glad to see you, Luffy. You're okay? Of course you are. I was so scared Luffy, you were hurt and weren't moving. I was so so scared." He nuzzled his head on your shoulder, "I'm fine tra-guy fixed me up, heheheh. He's a really good doctor." You chuckled at how Luffy said Law's name before pulling away and nodding, "where's Ace? Is he on the deck? He should be out of the sun -" You saw the look of Luffy's face changed as his smile dropped.

Your heart dropped when you entered the room, Law was standing next to the machine that was hooked on Ace's body. You gasped, feeling tears filling your eyes as you rushed to his side. Your sweet Ace looked beyond hurt, lay on the bed unconscious. His skip pale and huge bandage around his chest, placing a gentle hand almost hovering over where he was hurt, you cried before Law spoke, "he's fine now, give him time to recover. But it will take him time to wake up. Just be patient." You lifted your head and stood up, bowing to Law, avoiding the pain in your side as you spoke, "I'll forever be in your debts for saving my boy. Thank you for saving Luffy and Ace-"

Law rushed to make you stand still, making sure to be gentle with his grip on your hand, "Don't bow like this. You're still hurt. And it's my job. there's no need to thank me at all." Your lips quivered, and you nodded, trying hard to hold yourself before Law placed one of his hands on your head, "are you feeling any pain?" You lied, shaking your head, and Law only nodded, fully aware that you indeed were lying to him, but he also knew you're saying that to stay here with Ace, "But you need to rest. Come on, Bepo, you too, Luffy. I need to run a few tests for you." Law dragged both Bepo and Luffy out of the room to give you privacy. You sat on the chair beside the bed, leaning your head next to his, and gently caressed his face, "Ace, can you hear me? Please wake up, I miss you, I miss your voice. Please, wake up. Recover fast, humm?" You kissed his forehead over and over.

The next few days felt too long, but you simply stayed by Ace's side, not leaving him alone. Luffy would stay with you by Ace only to be dragged out by Law because he keeps talking loudly to Ace and once tried to open Ace's eyes to wake him up fast. Sometimes, you'd find Luffy sitting there silently staring at Ace with a sad face waiting for his brother to wake up. Law also had to drag you out to your room to sleep, but you'll always end up returning to Ace's room and always falling asleep on the chair with your head next Ace's. Law cringed at the uncomfortable position you were sleeping with all your injuries, "ah, what the hell," with a sigh he picked you up and laid you on the bed beside Ace and placed a blanket over you both since the bed was big enough.

You'd often fall his hands slightly move when you held them, but again, they'll not move again the same minutes, so you thought it's probably because you're imagining it. It was just another long day, and you were resting your head on the bed beside Ace, almost dozing away.

A soft hand rested on your face, and you hummed at the vivid dream. It wasn't until you were sure that you heard a breathy chuckled that your eyes shot open and you sat up looking down at Ace, "Hi, my a-angel."

You immediately started to cry hugging him you placed kissing all over his collarbone, neck, jaw and face as he smiled weakly. "Ace, A-Ace, Sweetie. My Ace." He held your face gently with both hands, "My angel, my brave girl. Gimmy a kiss," you chuckled with tears rolling down your cheeks and placed few soft kisses on his lips, trying not to hurt him. Then, he kissed your forehead as he closed his eyes, took a deep sigh, and hugged you tight as you as you cried on his chest, "A-Ace, why did you scare me like that? I thought I had lost you, I don't want you to leave me, please. I can't live without you, I need you, Luffy needs you. You scared me to death, I never want to see you in pain, never ever ever. I love you, i love you so much."

"Look at me please, I've been thinking about you, you made me live. You saved my life, I know you did." You looked at him rubbing the tears away before he held your hands chuckled, "Shh, you'll rub your eyes red like that. Don't cry." He spoke, voice tired as he whipped your tears with his thumb, "my beautiful princess. My strong, brave girl." You shook your head crying before falling on his chest, "Ace," he wrapped his arms around you. "Yes, Ace's heart. My beautiful girl, I'm here, I'm still here."

The door flung open, making you and Ace jump, "ACE!" Luffy gasped when he saw his brother rushing to hug you both down, and you laughed, "Luffy, I can't breathe." Ace groaned with a smile. While Law stood there silently and sighed; at least the three of you were alive.

Even though Ace woke up, he was still in so much pain most of the time. Law still didn't let any of you off his ship; he needed Ace to recover fully. There were nights when Ace would have nightmares, twisting and turning in the bed waking you up because of how much he was burning in pain or nightmares. He'll always find you right next to him, eyes tired but trying to calm him down from his nightmares. "Hey, it's okay. You're safe, and everyone's safe. Darling, it's okay, shhh." You hugged him, rubbing his back as he calmed down, nuzzling his head in your hair, "You're safe." He hated making you worry or stay up all night looking after him, but he was terrified to be alone, and he needed you beside him. He held your hands, kissing them over and over, "Please don't leave me." You kissed his forehead, "never, I'll never leave you." You never fell asleep before him. You'll always stay awake caressing his hair softly or cuddling him humming to him while rubbing his back where he was injured soothing his pain away in any possible way You happily stayed up all night if it meant for Ace to feel safe from his pain and nightmare. When Law finally took the bandage off his chest. Ace had to look at the scar right in the middle of his chest. He grew insecure about it because he thought you'll think about him differently. Ace who refused to wear a shirt now refused to take it off, and if he'd change, he'd leave the room. That night he was in pain again, his chest itching from pain as he increased his own temperature with his devil fruit before you woke him up soothingly hushing him while gently rubbing his arms, "you're sweating, let me help you take the shir-"

"NO!" He held the end of the shirt tightly, not looking at you as he sat.

"You're burning Ace-"

He shook his head aggressively, "Why? Do you think that low of me?" He blinked at your question about to cry, "you think I didn't notice? You hate wearing shirts, you said it's hell, especially if you sleep with a shirt on. And now you're hiding a simple scar -"

"It's not simple it's ug-"

"If you think I care about a scar of your then you'd absolutely care about this," you lifted your shirt to show him your side, left arm; covered in your injuries scars, tears streaming down his eyes as he gasped at how much you were hurt trying to save him. "No, I don't! I don't care about the scars, please come back to me." He reached for you, still unable to walk much, and you immediately hugged him crying. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, sorry. You must've been in so much pain, and it's all my fault. I didn't know I'm sorry I didn't know, why didn't you tell me? You were in pain, and you didn't tell me. I deserve all your injuries. It's my fa-"

"No, no, I will never blame you. You're my everything, Ace. I don't care how much pain I'm in because it all disappears when I see you safe and sound. I don't feel pain when you're around, I don't feel any of it when I see you sleeping comfortably. I could never blame you, I'll take your pain. If I can, I will die for you." Ace cried harder at that and he doesn't remember when was the last time he cried this much knowing how much you loved him, "I'll forever be in your debt, I owe you my life. My life, body, and soul are yours. All yours. You saved me. I love you, I love you, oh I love you so much."

That is all that took Ace to finally stop caring about that scar and return to his old self. If you thought he was clingy before, then you were wrong because he got clingier now. He got used to you taking care of him and you really didn't mind showing him the love and care, he'd refuse to accept anyone else's help and care if it's not you, even Luffy's. Sorry, Luffy.

He'd only let you tend to his wounds and injuries to the point that Law gave up and taught you how to tend to his healing injuries. Ace got more clingy asking you to hold him every chance he got because he was so used to your soft embrace and hands softly scratching his scalp, and he'll whine if you gave the same attention to Luffy; even though you saw Luffy as your little brother. Ace would absolutely not fall asleep if you're not holding him in your arms with him nuzzling his face in your neck. He will fight sleep waiting for you. And you love how clingy he got and yarns for your care. Even after Law told him that he healed out of his injuries. Ace will still look at you with puppy eyes and want his cuddles and head scratch, or you just rubbing his back. He's completely utterly in love with you, even more than he thought he was in love with you.

[strongheartneteyam]

I wish I could

Chapter 4

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!curvy!human reader

Neteyam is aged up.

CW: size kink, breeding kink, praising kink, inexperienced Neteyam, Neteyam is possessive, creampie, masochism? idk if it counts, exophilia, angst, semi public sex, monsterfucker, yearning, a bit of fluff, loss of virginity, interspecies relationship, Neteyam being careful not to hurt reader too much with his big alien cock, Dom af Neteyam, sub reader, doggy style, Neteyam is a filthy boy, wet-panties-material lol

It can be read as a solo smut or as a part of I wish I could

Everytime a word in italic appears between parenthesis, it stands for the meaning of a na'vi word that was said before.

Example: yawne (beloved)

Chapter 3

♡

"You don't know for how long I waited to feel you like this, my human." Neteyam said out of breath. "To feel your fragile body so close to mine, your skin so warm... I dreamt about this moment for so long. I'm kinda shy to admit it but I would always touch myself alone at night thinking about ruining your little body and making you mine. And, Eywa! I would cum so hard."

Your whole body felt weak and on fire at the same time hearing the na'vi say those beautiful and filthy things to you, looking deep into your eyes. Nothing could be more perfect right now. You wanted to be his forever and you were so happy the na'vi mated for life. It meant Neteyam would never want to leave you. And Eywa knows you would die if he did. You loved him with your whole body and soul.

"I love how soft you are. Love your thick thighs, your squashy belly, these big breasts... Eywa, (y/n)..." he said with furrowed eyebrows, staring at your breasts, covered by the thin fabric of your brown cropped top, some cleavage in sight. "I love your big titties so much. I wanna suck on them so bad. I'm sorry if I sound too eager, I..."

"Don't say you're sorry. I love it. I love hearing you say how much you want me, 'cause I want you so much too. I love that you're so much taller than me. Love feeling at your mercy when you hold me like this." You said, looking into his beautiful big yellow eyes.

"You do, baby? You love how bigger I am than you?"

"Hmhmm" you moaned as an "yes", biting your bottom lip

"You want me to ruin your little hole like I always wanted to? To show you how much I need you and leave a wound between your tiny legs? You know I can manhandle you so easily and make you submit to me and all my desires, right?" He said, lust filling his eyes

"I want you so bad. I'm yours to take, Teyam." You said, with a mix of fear and excitement in your chest and feeling your pussy get wetter with every word he said

"Oh, my yawnetu..." (loved one)

His face softened and he kissed you passionately, so rough you could feel your lips getting red and bruised but you loved every single second of it

Neteyam was dominant and was really going to let his deepest desires consume your flesh but he was still the kind and caring Neteyam you had always known, so he felt his heart melt when you said "I'm yours to take" followed with the nickname that you came up with for him and only you would call him like that. Hearing you say "Teyam" was the sweetest melody to his ears.

He was fully erect already, he needed to be inside you.

Neteyam started kissing your lips in a delicate way but his breath started to falter and his lips started to devour yours, kissing you hard, moving his tongue on yours and he loved how wet and warm your mouth was. He bit your lower lip, making you feel his sharp fangs but not enough to hurt you, and then gave you one last kiss.

"I need you, yawntutsyìp." (little loved one) "Need to be inside of you now." Neteyam said, rubbing his hard cock in your core

You moaned at the friction. He was huge. You could feel it.

"I'm a bit afraid, Teyam. You must be so big." You said with puppy eyes that looked at him

Neteyam smiled and said:

"I think so. Specially since you're so small. But don't worry, my love. We will make it fit. And I'll be gentle at first. I would never wanna hurt you on purpose."

Those words calmed your nerves down a little but you still knew you were gonna go through pain. You were a virgin and the human women that lived in Pandora had told you it was normal to hurt when they would lose their virginity with their human partners, can you imagine losing your human virginity to a na'vi male? His member was enormous compared to the one of a human man.

Neteyam was a virgin too and he was also a little nervous. He wanted to prove to you he could make you feel really good and he hated that he had to hurt you first. But there was nothing he could do about it other than try to be really careful with your small entrance. Thinking of how tiny you are, how tight you would surely feel around his cock made precum start dripping from his big swollen tip.

Neteyam started to take your top off and threw it somewhere. He took one of your breasts on one hand and started to kiss the other one. He licked your hard bud and sucked on it. That made your pussy wetter than it already was. He massaged the boob that was in his hand, squeezing it hard from time to time. He then started licking and suckling on your other nipple. He left little kisses all over both your breasts and, after that, Neteyam went down kissing your stomach, licking and biting the skin, making you whimper at the pain his fangs provoked. It was a good, fucking amazing kind of pain. He used his big fingers to untie the knot that kept your shorts closed, some inches below your bellybutton. You raised your hips, helping him move the small piece of clothing down your legs and then throw it near your head.

He positioned his head between your legs, kissed the upper part of your pussy and it made your body hair stand on end.

Neteyam opened your legs further and breathed deep, smelling your arousal.

"Your pussy smells so good, my human. It's just like your scent gets me in my rut period."

Your mouth slightly opened as you stared at him like he was the most beautiful creature in the Universe. And for you, he truly was.

Neteyam licked your entrance from the bottom to your clitoris. Your pussy clenched at the feeling. Neteyam breathed deep with the sight and started sucking your pussy lips. He would lick it too, tasting you with hunger. You moaned when he started sucking on your clit. He then licked again and again at your already so sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Aaah, Teyam..."

"You taste delicious, yawntutsyìp. I love tasting you, feeling how wet you are for me."

Neteyam spent some more time eating you out but it was too much for him. He was humping on the floor, needing some friction, trying to get some release.

"I need your pussy right now, my mate. Please, I'm so hard it hurts."

"Okay." You breathed deep, with furrowed eyebrows

Neteyam got on his knees and took his loincloth off. Your mouth opened a little when you realized how big and thick he was.

He grabbed his cock in his hand and positioned it at your entrance. It was so big compared to your small pussy that it seemed like it was gonna rip you apart trying to fit.

Neteyam pushed his tip in carefully.

You gasped

"Just relax for me, paskalin." (honey) "Please" He said

You tried to do as he said as you felt his length and girth stretch your pussy. Your eyes filled with tears as you started to feel a stinging kind of pain. Tears were running out of your eyes when Neteyam said:

"I'm so sorry it hurts, darling. I'm being as gentle as I can."

"It's okay. It's not your fault I'm so small compared to you." You said

After some time the pain went away and pleasure started to kick in. Neteyam was thrusting slowly and carefully into you but when he saw that you stopped crying and started to breath deep, in and out, pleasure all over you, he sped it up.

"I wish I could fit it all, baby, but you're so small" He said "But I'm not complaining. I love how small you are. My tiny human. All mine to fuck. I love your little cunt." he moaned "Love it so much, baby" another moan, louder this time, came out of his mouth

You couldn't say anything, you could only concentrate on how good his big blue cock felt inside your pussy. Wet sounds took over the place.

You started to moan more and more as his thrusts became harder inside you

Neteyam flipped you over with ease and put you on your knees so he could fuck you in doggy style. He put his cock back inside your pussy

"You love your mate's big cock, don't you, my human?" Neteyam said thrusting deep inside of you while you moaned loudly at the feeling

"I do, Teyam. I love it so much." You spoke, pleasure taking over your mind

"Do you want your man to give you a baby? I wanna get you pregnant so much, my love. Wanna spill my seed inside your small womb and watch it grow with our baby inside of you. I don't even know if that's possible for us to conceive but, Eywa... imagining you so big and swollen, getting much bigger than our women do, carrying my child inside of you, makes me wanna try. I bet you would look so hot like that. Our baby would be so heavy for your little body that I would probably have to carry you around in the last months of your pregnancy. And I would take you here to the forest and fuck you so hard any chance I got. I bet I would get many with all the carrying you around I would have to do."

"Teyam..." You whispered "Do you really mean what you're saying?"

"I do" He smiled "I thought you might wanna try it with me, even if it would maybe be dangerous for your health." He said, sounding a little sad, thrusting into you slower but holding you tighter, like he was so afraid to even think about losing you.

"Love, I really want you to get me pregnant" You breathed

"Really, my yawnetu?" He said to your ear and you felt his warm breath

"Yes. I know nobody ever tried it before and it might put me at risk but I wanna try. Maybe Eywa will help us."

"Ahh, baby..." Neteyam cooed and started fucking you fast again "I've always wanted to give you a child. I know how much you love na'vi babies and they seem to love you back."

"Then make a little na'vi baby on me, Teyam. Fuck, I want it so much. Wanna feel your child moving inside of my womb"

Neteyam felt a rush of adrenaline come through his body hearing you say that and you could feel his cock twitch inside of you and that was just so fucking good.

"I will, my human. I'm gonna get you pregnant real good. You're my mate, you're gonna carry my child and everybody will know that I fucked your little cunt and came inside of you. It will remind all the na'vi males that stare at you that you belong to me and me only." The tip of his huge cock was hitting your womb because of how deep he was fucking you.

Neteyam fucked you like an animal and he couldn't think of anything other than breeding his little human toy. He was gonna fuck you all the time when you're pregnant. The thought alone drove him wilder and his thrusts became sloppier. He heard you moaning really loud and felt so proud he could make his mate feel such pleasure. He grunted and pronounced deep loud moans. You felt like paradise and the sweet sound of your wet pussy getting fucked by his swollen cock just seemed to fuel the fire inside him.

You were drowning in the sound of his big blue balls hitting your pussy vigorously. That was so erotic it had your pussy clenching and Neteyam could feel it, so much it made him moan

"Aaahh, my human... How can your little cunt feel so good? Fuck, I need to fill you up to the brim with my seed. Do you want it, baby?"

"I do, my mate. I want it so much. Give me a baby, please." You breathed, picturing yourself carrying Neteyam's little na'vi baby inside your womb

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum" Neteyam said, thrusting hard into you and his arm holding you tight, under your boobs, to keep you as close to him as he could. The tip of his tail was wrapped around your arm and you loved how intimate and possessive that felt.

Just a few thrusts later Neteyam came inside you. You could feel his hot liquid going into your womb. He came a whole lot, as the na'vi do, the reason why being they're way bigger than human males.

Neteyam still held you, letting more of his weight rest into you but just a bit, otherwise his big body would crush yours. He was breathing heavy into the skin of your neck. When he finally had his composure back, he kissed your neck tenderly two times and then rubbed his face in your sensitive skin, like a cat.

"Nga yawne lu oer“ (I love you) He spoke, out of breath

"Nga yawne lu oer" You said back "So much, Teyam."

He came out of you and his cum started dripping down your thighs. Dear Eywa, that felt insanely filthy but amazing at the same time.

Neteyam helped you lie on your back and lied by your side, supporting himself with one arm resting at the floor so he could rise his upper body a little bit and look at you.

"Oeyä." (mine) "My mate, my love, my human. Forever. We're united until eternity." Neteyam pronounced those words like a prayer. You could tell it meant everything to him.

Life was perfect now. You no longer felt lost. You belonged somewhere, you belonged to Neteyam now. He was your family. Your mate. And you were asking Eywa so hard that she would bless the both of you with a child. That would make you the happiest girl in Pandora.

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Forgive me Lord for I have sinned a lot writing this chapter. 🤠 These big blue aliens turn me into a hoe

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@behindthearcane

[ilycove]

Quest likes to think he met you where the soul had met the bone, where your smiles and touches made his heart ache. His arms envelop you, calloused finger tips drawing sleepy circles into your waist. He sits and breathes you in, breathes you out.

Compared to him, you're little in his arms, really. You lay there with your head resting on one arm, and connecting little freckles of his like you're creating constellations with the other. The two of you just sit in serenity, not wanting to break the silence and tenderness that floats in the air quite yet. Part of you doesn't want to leave because, well you're comfortable, but if you'd turn around you would meet his pretty blue eyes that are like an ocean that threatened to swallow you whole. Or, willingly, you’d drown. And you weren't so sure if you’d want to be saved. 

Quest dips down to kiss the nape of your neck, relishing in the soft chuckles you make as you tighten your grip on his forearm. He doesn't budge a bit, and decides to bite softly as to not hurt you but to raise a few gasps out of you. His smirk grows when you glare playfully at him over your shoulder, and you can practically feel your faux melting at the sight of his face. 

You're drowning.

And you really, really don't want to be saved.

He presses a firm kiss on your jaw, waking you up further. As you sit up, he inches his one arm to your face again to bring you closer to him. He places gentle kisses on your cheekbones, the bridge of your nose, the corner of your mouth, wherever he can reach. He hums against your skin, "Good morning."

Quest's lips find your neck once more, becoming more firm as they travel down to your collarbones. You gently run your hands through his hair, bringing him out of his sleep driven trance. "G'morning. It's way too early for this."

You yawn almost instantly after saying that making Quest's smile grow wider. Sarcasm drips from his voice as he kisses your cheek again, and again, and again. "Oh wow, I'm hurt," he gives you a playful pout to counter your rolling eyes. "Really, I just wanted to show you how much I adore my angel. Is that so wrong?"

He brings a hand of yours up to his lips and matches his smile with your own. Neither of you mention how his voice dipped a bit when he called you yours. Neither of you minded it. If it were up to you, you'd adore it all the more if he'd just call you that forevermore. Hearing him say "angel" was like he reinvented the word and gave it a new meaning, like it was his initial around your neck. As much as it was yours, it was his. Forget your name, you just wanted him.

You met his eyes again – sinking and drowning and dying – and you give him a little kiss on his lips. Then another one. Then you two are one. Like a set of gloves, you just go together, you're meant to be.

You pull away with a whine, doe eyes looking into ones of a Greek God. "I have to get ready for work."

"No you don't. Just call in sick."

You squint at him but there's no malice behind your stare. A smile refuses to leave your bruised lips. "I've done that one too many times for you, they're gonna start getting suspicious."

"Then fake it. Pretend you have a sore throat. Just stay with me a little while longer." Another kiss is pressed to your knuckles and you're dead. You've drowned in him completely. And you're totally okay with that.

"How can I just pretend to have a sore throat?"

A toothy smile graces his features, painted with mischief and cheekiness, sculpted from the finest hands. "I know a way or two."

Quest laughs when you slap his chest and he laughs a little harder when he hears your laughter, too.

He means it when he calls you angel. He hears God themselves whispering behind your voice like background vocals in a song when you speak and he sees the gates of Heaven when you smile. In the so called ugliness of your tears he sees himself and that itself makes him yearn for you all the more. He pulls you closer to his chest, his heart in sync with yours. 

He knows he isn't a good person, but if he gets to stay here with you for just a second longer then he knows he did one thing right. You had become his home, a sacred oasis. If he was told he would die tomorrow, he'd be more than fine spending the time atoning for his sins in your arms.

Quest kisses your neck again. His lips travel, traced with electricity. He finds your  pulse point and lingers, kissing it softly. He attempts to kiss once more, but it's more smile than pursed lips when he hears your laughter again.

The ocean is not a home for angels. It's inhospitable, dark and unforgiving. But as long as you swear yourself to the tides and mutter its praises, it will hold onto you.

[whumpitisthen]

"Just a little more."

It's always just a little more. It's never enough. Always taking, taking, taking, until there is nothing left at all. Always, always more.

"Just a little more for me."

For them. Always for them. For their enjoyment, for their boredom, for their control. To feel like a god, to break his body, to break his mind. Always only for them, no one else.

"You can take a little more for me, can't you?"

It doesn't matter if he can, because he will. He will be taking it all, and enduring it, and blocking half of it out of his memory if he is lucky later down the line. It can never be too much, because he isn't here to be anything other than something living, if only barely. Breathing and surviving just enough so he can be tormented more. Lucid enough to react.

"Almost done, almost."

What is it that is almost done? What are they working towards? Another cut, another slice, another bruise, another broken bone. There is no goal. The goal is to ruin him, but not too much, lest he becomes too boring to hurt. There is no goal that will ever be reached. It will always be moved just out of reach, moving further and further away the closer they get. No end to this. Always almost.

"You can. I know you can."

He really, truly can't. But he will. His mind and body and soul will erode slowly over time, to dust, and blow away in the wind. He will take it, if it kills him. His frantic pleading never stops it from escalating. His screaming never eases it up for him. His sobbing only ever encourages. His silence, once reached, is punished.

"Oh dear. Have you left me again?"

No more thoughts, no more pain. Awake, but gone. Wheezing breaths, shivering flesh, but empty, far away eyes. His mind gave in finally. It saves him again, as it always does, sooner and sooner each time. He is afraid one day he won't come back. He will forever be just a shell; unresponsive, dull, grey. Starve to death if not fed by hand. He welcomes it each time, but wishes it wouldn't be his only escape.

"Come back to me, my sweet angel. I wasn't done with you."

They aren't done, they are never done, but he does not choose where his soul wanders. He never has a choice. Things happen to him, and he will simply have to endure. Their cooing won't mend his mind, but it might calm it once he is back. He does not hear it just yet. It's hidden behind a fog so thick he does not remember how to think.

"Sweet, darling soul. You did your best, didn't you? Held out for so long. You worry me sometimes."

What is there to worry about for them? The worst that could happen is that they will have to find someone else to torture. Why would that worry them? They never worry for him while he is torn apart and dying.

"I hope to see you again soon. We can play more later, once you return. Please don't wander too far."

And they leave. He won't notice for a long while. He will stay just as they left him for hours. His mind will have trouble believing he is still alive. But he will return, and so will they, and he will be taken from, asked more from, a bit more, a bit longer, forever and ever.

[bucking-mustangs-with-wings]

Buck x Bucky Sorcerers vs Fae AU - WIP

I've got this one now in the works, as well as more for the Rodeo AU, my brain is fluttering back and forth between them atm, but I wanted to show a small bit of one of the scenes I'm working on for this. (Rough Draft).

The trees blurred in his peripheral, everything disappearing like the breath disappearing from his lungs, the panic pushing everything to the forefront. Just an adrenaline fuelled staccato beat thundering in his chest. Sweat beading at his brow.

Keep running. Just keep running, don't look back. Don't look back, or you're dead!

It was second nature to avoid the roots underfoot, the gnarled branches grabbing at the edges of his clothes and brushing his skin like long dead fingers trying to pull him down to the depths of hell. A cruel voice echoed in his head, that he was already there. He had already seen it. Hell was not far behind him, left in the debris littering familiar streets and captured under crumbled walls and burning in the flames of deliberate blue fire.

He could feel tears prick at the corners of his eyes, stinging and harsh. Could still feel the remnants of those flames licking at his skin. Could still hear the screams, anguished, terrified. Dead.

The sounds of magic, whirling like bullets past his ears still echoed in his skull, still kept their grip on his psych. It was as if he could still feel that dangerous energy in the air nipping at his heels like savage dogs, maws foaming with the need to watch him fall, clip his wings like a bird and send him tumbling down into the dirt.

"You can always tell, when that magic is about," his mother would always say, sitting in her chair at the dining table with a pair of knitting needles between her fingers, silver yarn spread over her lap and trailing off somewhere throughout the house. "It's like when a storm is coming, you can feel the shift in the air, the un-easiness settle in your stomach like you've swallowed iron weights. The hair on your arms stands on end like it's trying to sway away from it. You can taste it, on your tongue. You'll always know when it's close, Gale. When they're close. You'd do best to listen to what your instincts are telling you."

He tries to shake the image from his mind, vaulting himself over another moss covered root as thick as his arm. Of a familiar mouth, usually in a smile not unlike his own, now parted in shocked slack, crimson dripping from it's corners. An old, worn calloused hand with red painted nails outstretched in his direction, but still, lifeless. Eyes the same. Boring into his soul, frozen forever in an expression of pain and fear and emptiness. Nothing behind them. No light, no gleam. Just vacant and haunting and carved forever into the back of his mind like an etching in cement.

The air around him burned with every inhale, searing his over-worked lungs. His whole body was screaming at him to stop, that it couldn't take much more. It couldn't keep him going. It was on it's last legs, starved and exhausted and battered and bruised. Everything hurt.

A split second decision had him digging his heels into the soft forest floor, banking a hard left and flattening his back against a huge tree about three times his width. His shoulders heaved and shuddered, trying to draw in air, trying to keep his breath steady enough so that no un-necessary noise was made. The blood pumping through his terrified nervous system sounded like crashing ocean waves in his ears, his vision pulsing in and out with his heartbeat. He couldn't hear anything around him, could hardly see.

Squeezing his eyes closed, he kept his focus on the rhythm of his breath, palms squeezing, nails cutting into his flesh with enough force he was half expecting blood to drip between his fingers into the moss covered ground below.

His father's voice echoed in his head now, low and gruff but strong, serious and brave.

Controlling your breath can mean the difference between life and death out there, Gale. You control your breathing, you control your heart. They can sense your heartbeat, they have spells for that now. Shows them the echoes of it like damn fireworks. You don't want the wolves to hear you. Don't want them to see you. Or they'll empty those fireworks out of your chest and show it to you before they crush it under their boots.

Lifting his chin skyward, he focused what little eyesight he could properly see with with on the small sliver of blue sky peeking through the branches above his head. So plain and bare, normal. Completely oblivious to the horrible events taking place under it's enormous expanse. The more he stared, the more the roaring of his blood quieted in his skull, the more the incessant pulsing behind his eyes settled and he was able to take in the complete and utter silence that was enveloping the forest.

The thump-thump-thump buried deep in his sternum flowed more smoothly, but that hint of fear still had it's grips on him. Was still sinking it's teeth deep into his core like a splinter that would never be able to truly be plucked out.

If he could just get his bearings, could just sit for a moment, he could gather what few sensible thoughts were rattling around in his head and figure out where the hell we was supposed to go from here, what he was meant to do.

He could feel his legs trembling underneath him, his knees all but ready to give out and send him sinking down onto his haunches. He had to find somewhere safe. He had to find somewhere to rest for a few moments, a few hours if he was lucky enough.

He was just about to give in to his body's inconvenient exhaustion, let himself sit and allow his muscles and his still mildly racing heart to calm just that tad more, but the indistinct snapping of a branch far off to the right made every muscle in his overworked body freeze. His eyes shot down from the sky to stare straight ahead, his breathing caught in his throat, even though his lungs still protested at having their much needed supply of oxygen once again denied them fully.

But he couldn't let himself.

An acrid, sour taste crawled up his throat, coating his tongue like he'd just licked a copper penny, sparks dancing over his teeth and sending painful pulses through the very bone of his jaw. The fear quickly followed it again, his heartbeat beginning it's frantic and loud race and gripping his very soul like a cold blanket of electricity. He felt the sensation creep it's way through every cell, every vessel, every nerve. Like being submerged in freezing water.

Like a deer cornered by a wolf, he flickered his gaze down to his arms, held down by his sides.

Every hair was lifted and pointed skyward like they were trying to get away from something sinister.

"We got another one up ahead!"

[kai-anderson-whore]

I'd never leave here without you (Kit Walker x female reader)

Summary: you and kit were residents in braircliff Manor and after a hard day for you kit makes it all better

Warning: mentions of punishment, crying, talks of escaping the asylum

A/n: this was a request on wattpad and its super short but sweet

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the kitchen kneading the dough making the famous bread that Briarcliff provides to the public, your arms sore and cold taking your emotions out on the dough since you didn't want to get punished if you took it out on someone else.

"Y/n?" A recognisable voice intrupted your anger session with the dough, "Hey kit" you said giving him a weak smile, your eyes tired and hollow, your hair all tousled, "you alright? I think your about to bruise that dough" kit said pointing to the dough you let out a sigh in exhaustion.

"I can't take my anger out on anyone so the dough is my next best shot" you chuckled trying to brush it off as a joke but failed, kit walked closer to you his hands landed on your shoulders you stucked in a sharp breath at the action trying not to breakdown.

Kit was your closest friend in this place sure you were close to lana but not like you were with kit he was caring, sweet, always listened to you and was there when you needed him without hesitation.

"Hey you can talk to me it might be better then punching the dough" he spoke softly rising an eyebrow at you making you shake your head in a soft giggle, "it's just this place it's too much to deal with kit and I'm trying my hardest not to snap with sister judes punishments and everything I just feel hopeless" you said your eyes looking up at the ceiling to prevent the tears slipping out.

"I know it's hard in here but I promise you y/n one day we'll get out of here freely or even breaking out of here I'll take you with me we both don't deserve to be here" kit stated bringing you into his embrace holding you close as you let the tears finally slip from your eyes.

"Your just saying that kit you'd probably run the first chance you'll get and leave me" you hiccuped in-between sobs, you felt kit shaking his head in disagreement, "y/n I'd never leave here without you and leave what we have behind" you finally looked up at kit into his brown eyes that you always got lost in they were red and glassy like yours.

"Wanna know why?" He asked you nodded not saying anything his hands on your arms still holding your close, "because I love you I would let anyone hurt you and I would never leave here without you because I can't live without you in my life your the only reason I can survive in this hell hole if I can't survive here without you then god knows what I'll be life out there again" he whispered softly tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You smiled up at him finally hearing him say how you felt about him light up a new fire in your soul to make it through this place, opened a whole new world for you both, "you really mean that?" You asked now wrapping your arms around his neck "of course I do" kit said leaning closer to your face.

"I love you too kit" you grinned againt his lips before pressing them to his, as cheesy as it sounds it felt like sparks of electricity feeling like in the movies, you were now like an addict and kit was the drug, vice versa "what are you two doing" the sound of sister jude's voice intrupted your affectionate moment.

"Shit" kit mumbled your eyes popping out your head, you were now in for it, but it was worth it.

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Ahem... Angst me mommy! I remember because last I sent a request of angst you said we were supposed to say that. Anyways can you do modern scenario Agni x reader with absolutely soul crushing? So basically I want the reader to get hit by car literally and be in the hospital when Agni arrives there BUT I want it to have fluffy ending. I got hit by a car once I always laugh about it but people say I'm morbid XDDD

looool you don't HAVE to say that haha!! it's just a joke ;)

... but thank you tho! I'm sorry you had to go through that, dang :c I'm glad dark humor could help you tho, sometimes it helps! and I really hope you're doing ok nowadays <3

You really should have seen the car coming, shouldn’t you?

Except, well, you were doing everything you were supposed to be doing. It was the driver who wasn’t following all the rules, so you think perhaps the universe (and your boyfriend) can forgive you for getting hit by a fucking car. You hope so, anyway.

You’re on a few painkillers right now, so you blame that for the fact that the incredibly stupid pun of, Surely an accident isn’t bad car-ma, is it?? floats through your mind. Ugh, you’ll have to cringe at yourself later.

The good part is that the painkillers, whatever sort of cocktail they have you on, are doing their job ― you’re not feeling much pain. Thank God. You’re just sore of vaguely aware that your body feels like a single huge bruise, and you’re tired.

As soon as AGNI comes into the room, your brain is trying to snap to attention. There he is, there’s the person you love. He looks so… concerned? You’ll have to apologize to him as soon as you can form a coherent sentence.

“Aah, jaan, what happened?” he murmurs, coming to sit next to the bed. Almost immediately his hand comes up to gently cup your cheek. “W… well, I know what happened… sort of… oh, my God, (Name).” He shakes his head. “How do you feel?”

“I’m okay. Kinda tired… my brain is all shaky… like I can’t… it’s fuzzy, you know?” You’re not sure how else to describe it. Still, you let your eyes close for a second as you feel so comforted by his hand on your face. Whatever else might be true at any one time, Agni makes you feel safe. As long as he’s here, everything’s going to be okay. “When will they let me go, love? I want you to take me home.”

You might be whining a little bit. You think you’re pretty justified, though. More justified than you are on most other days, at least.

He shakes his head. “They want to keep you overnight, just to make sure there aren’t any problems they’ve missed. You’re very lucky, do you know that? This could have been a lot worse. I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I’m sorry I worried you.” You reach up to slip your hand over his, taking a breath. You’re pretty sure you have a broken rib or two… it kind of hurts to breathe. The painkillers can’t fix everything, you suppose. “You’re still going to take me home, aren’t you?”

A soft laugh meets your ears, and he presses a light kiss against your forehead. “What are you talking about? Of course I will. As soon as the doctors tell me I’m allowed to take you home, we’ll go home.”

You nod, giving the conversation an air of finality. (… At least, in your mind.) “Okay, good. I can’t wait to go home. Will you stay with me tonight, though?”

“Where else would I go?” You can hear the smile in his voice even while you recline back to try and rest. “I’ll text Soma that I won’t be home tonight. Although… he’ll probably come right over when I tell him what’s going on. Is that okay?”

“Mhm. That’s fine. Tell him not to flirt with all the nurses; they might take away my pain medicine if he’s too annoying.”

Agni laughs again. “They wouldn’t. But I’ll tell him to keep that to a minimum. Do your best to relax for now, alright, jaan?” Before he moves to take his phone out, he runs a hand through your hair. “Don’t worry. Once we get you home, I’ll take good care of you.”

[secondgenerationnerd]

Only Love Can Hurt Like This

I’d say I’m sorry…but that’d be a lie

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When the Justice League has a party, they party. The younger heroes had convinced them to do an early Valentine's party, with live music. They agreed, letting it be more of an open mike...until Lian talked them into giving her band, KML, a longer slot. Swore up and down it would be worth it.

Lian might bullshit many things, but her music is not one of them. The moment she steps onto a stage, her personality shifts. She commands the audience with each chord. Her raspy voice drops low before she belts out jaw-dropping notes. Her bandmates, Mags and Kat, feed off the energy of their singer and crowd. Kat's fingers fly over the keyboard, harmonizing with Lian, curls bouncing around her. The lights make her dark skin glow, piercings flashing as she dances in place. In comparison, her girlfriend, Mags, is the rock of their group. The makeshift stage shakes with each beat of her drumming. Her silver hair glows like Kat's piercings. Together, the three girls are unstoppable.

"Damn," Roy looks at Dick with a grin, "I've got a cool kid."

"Remember when she was scared to sing in front of us?" The former boy wonder asks, snorting into his cup.

"Now look at her. My little badass."

“For our last song of the night, we’re doing something a little different.” Lian’s dark eyes take in the crowd, “With Valentine’s day right around the corner, we thought the world needed a reminder of what love is. I could recite a poem about patience and kindness, but that's only half of love."

A chorus of murmurs fills the room.

"Love hurts. When you have it, when you don't, when it leaves. It's messy and complicated and, honestly, it fucking sucks sometimes." She searches the crowd, looking for someone. But she doesn't stop when she sees her father. "Love makes good people do bad things, bad people do good. I should know better than anyone."

Her voice wavers, but she continues on, "I have so many people who love me and who I love. Like the best fucking dad here. Sorry, not sorry everyone, I have the mircophone so I'm right."

That gets a laugh. Roy smiles to himself. He's done pretty well with her if he does say so. With a subtle nod to her bandmates, Lian takes a deep breath, "This is for the people we love who can't be here...this is for my mom."

Absolute silence falls over the room. It's not like everyone here doesn't know who her mother is...but it's definitely the first Lian's said something like, well, like that.

As the first notes of the song begin, Mags and Kat harmonizing the vocals, Lian takes a deep breath. Another. A third, then--

I tell myself you don't mean a thing

And what we got, got no hold on me

But when you're not there, I just crumble

I tell myself I don't care that much

But I feel like I die 'til I feel your touch

A young Lian flashes through Roy's head. Shrieks of joy, padded feet running to the door, a go bag dropped. MOMMY'S HOME! Jade hugging her so tightly, Roy thought it would leave bruises.

Only love, only love can hurt like this

Only love can hurt like this

Must've been a deadly kiss

Only love can hurt like this

Say I wouldn't care if you walked away

But every time you're there, I'm beggin' you to stay

Her voice breaks, just for a second, but it's gone the next second. A lump forms in Roy's throat. He swears he can hear her sobs, young voice asking why Mommy keeps leaving. Did she do something to make Mommy go?

And when you come close (when you come close), I just tremble

And every time, every time you go

It's like a knife that cuts right to my soul

How old was she when the tears became anger? When did the shrieks of joy become skeptisim?

Only love, only love can hurt like this

Only love can hurt like this

Must've been a deadly kiss

Only love can hurt like this

Only love can hurt like this

Your kisses burn into my skin

Jade always put Lian to bed when she was home. Roy would find them curled up together, Lian fast asleep, Jade taking their daughter in.

Only love can hurt like this

But it's the sweetest pain

Burnin' hot through my veins

Love is torture, makes me more sure

The pause is deafening. Lian's eyes had closed, losing herself in the music like she so often does.

Only love can hurt like this

Only love can hurt like this

Only love can hurt like this

Each time the words leave her lips, the more they sound like a battle cry. Lian loves her mother, Roy knows she does...but she loves like her too. A deep, consuming love that was hard to earn.

Must've been a deadly kiss

Only love can hurt like this

Only love can hurt like this

Your kisses burn into my skin

Only love can hurt like this

(Only love can hurt like this)

Only love can hurt like this

(Only love can hurt) save me, save me

Tears blur Roy's eyes. Remembering Jade's screams, her tears, her collapsing to the ground, when he had to tell her...when they had to... His breath shakes. A familiar hand slides into his.

Only love, only love

'Cause only love can hurt like this

And it must've been a deadly kiss

The lights cut out as the final notes fade. Just in time too. The second she’s off stage, Lian’s legs give out. The tightness in her chest too much. But Mags and Kat are right there. They catch her and hug her. Hot tears roll down her face.

“You did it, chica.” Kat murmurs, squeezing her tighter. "We knew you could."

"Never doubted you for a second," Mags agrees with her girlfriend. "You good, Red?"

Swallowing hard, Lian nods, "Just...just wiped. You two were fire."

Kat squeezes her shoulders, "Helps when you whip the crowd up."

"She's always had that ability." Roy's soft voice relaxes Lian. Her dad will make things better, he always does. When she turns to face him, her whole body freezes. She knows the tall woman standing with her father. Knows those dark eyes, exactly like her own, and the dark curls beneath that ratty baseball cap. So you match me and Daddy when you're gone.

"Mom?"

Holding a lotus in her hand, Jade offers her daughter a soft smile, "Hi, Baby Doll...I was going to call, but wanted to surprise--"

The assassin doesn't get to finish. In a fast, Lian's arms are around her mother. Face buried in her neck as she cries. Jade hugs her back just as tight, lowering them to the ground.

"I know, Baby Doll, I know." Rough hands smooth Lian's hair. "I love you too."

Lian feels her father's arms wrap around them, squishing her between her parents. Maybe she's emotionally drained after the show. Maybe the last song was too much. Maybe she's still that little girl who missed her mom so much, it hurt to breathe. Lian's not sure. She doesn't really care.

She just lets her parents hold her. Who knows how long it will last?

[aercnaut-archived]

@breaksmen said: " don't chase the rabbit "

y'all know how i said some of these would be triggering because lee's life Sucks? this is one of those.

tws: torture, blood, violence, souls in animal form being harmed ( specifically a hare being hurt by a wolf. ) and just general despair.

send me " don't chase the rabbit " and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse's past.

he's being held for questioning.

yeah. questioning.

call it what it is: torture. lee was being tortured. he'd already been beaten to a bruised and bloody pulp and tore his own chest open to best the coulter woman, but he'd barely been given a chance to breathe before a man -- tall with short, tawny hair in a high ranking uniform and a dire wolf daemon -- appeared in his cell.

lee stuck to his story: he was looking for grumman because he owed him money. the astronomer shot at him, and he shot back in self defense ( which was true. ) the man died with his gun in his hand, and for any other court, it should have sufficed.

not this man, who seems to have made himself both lee's judge and jury.

at first, it was nothing lee can't handle. punches, kicks, a broken finger. nothing he wasn't used to. he had been born into pain, and carried it with him wherever he went. pain was as constant a companion to him as his dear hester, who held her proud little head high in defiance of the much larger daemon. they can handle this. this is nothing new.

of course, like the coulter woman before him, he realizes lee won't break. lee is too used to it. time for a different approach.

" i can do this all day, " lee grins in defiance. the man raises his eyebrows, as if bored.

" i'm sure you can, mr. scoresby, " he turns to the giant hellhound at his side, and after a brief moment of nonverbal communication between human and deamon, she lunges, trapping hester beneath a massive paw. it knocks the wind out of lee.

what happens next lives in his nightmares for years.

the dire wolf's gaping maw wraps around hester, picking her up with ease. for a brief, horrific moment, lee meets her gaze. he tries to reassure her -- tell her it will be okay -- but then the dire wolf begins to walk away from him, and both human and daemon feel the horror of separation for the first time.

it starts as an emotional pain in lee's chest. he feels sorrow unlike anything he's ever experienced before. he remembers all the sadness and horror and loss he's ever faced -- losing lyra, burying his mother alone on a winter's mooning, killing his own father with a skillet -- and none of them can even begin to match this. its like his heart is being pulled apart vein by vein, the capillaries being unwound and pulled one by one out of him.

that's when the physical pain begins.

his head swims, and he falls over on the cold stone floor. the dire wolf is still walking. he hears hester screaming and crying and calling his name, and even if she only across the room now, she sounds miles away. he keeps gasping for air, but he can't fill his lungs. all at once, he realizes why: he's screaming. he doesn't remember beginning to scream.

" just ask me a god damn question! " he cries. at least then there could be a moment to breathe. he just needs to breathe. suddenly, he feels pain in his ribs as they begin to snap. the dire wolf has began to bite down around his dear hester.

" you don't make the demands, mr. scoresby. "

lee isn't sure how long it goes on, but he is sure he tells him nothing of lyra or his true quest. he begs for respite -- for just a second of relief -- but he doesn't betray her. he'd rather die. he just might.

and when it's clear lee can stand up to even this, the dire wolf drops hester heavily on the ground, and she and her human leave.

it takes almost half an hour for hester to crawl back to lee, sobbing her apologies the entire time, even as lee tells her its not her fault, she did good, they're okay now. his words fall on deaf ears, and by the time she finally reaches him, both human and daemon can barely move from the exhaustion. he scoops her into his arms and scoots as far away from the door as he can get, wedging himself and hester into a corner. neither speaks for a long time. they can only cry as the weight of all they've gone through before now hits them both. normally, one stays strong and comforts the other, but neither has such strength. they've been strong too long.

finally, hester speaks, but it brings no comfort.

" what's going to happen to us? "

lee has no answer. he only curls around her in a tight ball, shuts his eyes, and hopes for a dreamless sleep. they need their rest.

this is only the beginning.

[beautifullilacsky]

A random rush of anxiety after the thoughts hit me; "What if he is with a woman right now? I understand that he was busy for 4 days and needs to recharge his social battery. Though, what if he doesn't actually miss me or want to talk to me? Am I the only one missing him, wanting to be with him? What if he is cheating on me again?"

Babygirl. You read about it today. If it starts with "what if", it's an intrusive thought. It's not you, nor is it reality. Let those thoughts pass, the way you look at the thoughts pass you by in the form of cars during a meditation.

He deserves more trust. He may think differently, but you know that he does. The past is the past. I know it still stings and can make the tears flow down your cheeks, but babygirl.. he is t the same as then. YOU TOGETHER haven't been the same. I might be dumb for this, but I want to trust him fully again. I'd prefer to be at peace and gracefully lovingly trust him with my heart, than to be wary and scared. Though, to be honest, I have handed my heart over to him again since the very beginning. We held it together, as we tended to its deep cuts and deep blue bruises. It healed in our hands. He isn't going to just throw it on the floor or stab a knife into it. His hands are soft and safe. I want to feel those hands against mine right now. Even though I put in effort to not touch my skin, I'd die to feel the palms of his hands on my cheeks right now, pulling me into his presence.

Fuck. whatever happens, I sign up for it all. Even if i go through the same shattering heartbreak, I'm here for it. There will be lows, but all the euphoric highs make it all worth it. I wouldn't trade it. I am scared, but I'd prefer to put my heart in his hands, allowing it to feel every breath of air caress it and feel all the emotions, deeply. I choose that every day over letting the fear take over and burying my heart, making it unable to fully feel. "Protecting" it, thus also "protecting" it against the highest highs.

I trust him with my heart. And even if I am proved wrong, which I don't expect, I have faith that I'll pick myself up again. His heart is too absorbed by mine to be able to hurt it. Babygirl, you are safe. I am so grateful for the level of comfort & safety that I've started feeling with him. Gash, how proud I am of you. A year ago today, your heart and soul were still in shatters on the ground. Look at how you've picked them up and tended to them. I. Love. You. So. Fucking. Much.

Babygirl. It's insane. I get how it still scares you, especially since around this time, u are reminded that it's been a year. All the old feelings creep back up to you and you remember how it all felt. It's scary , yes. But scarier is not feeling. You've picked yourself up before, and I am beyond excited to make the best out of every moment now. You've been through hell, don't shy away from the heaven that's within your own reach. Be yourself. Feel all your emotions. Dance, sing and swing. Let the music move you, allow it to lift the tips of your mouth towards your eyes. Be. You. Love. Love deeply. Hug, kiss and cuddle as if there is no tomorrow.

Fuck.

Every car I hear, something in me wishes it was him. I miss him, man. Shit. 2 more weeks, babygirl. Almost.

Ellerine ihtiyacım var.

[misty-groves]

Top ten worst ways to reveal you're a meta

Fandom: Dc

Relationships: Oc & Batfam

Rating: M

Summary: Cardinal has been hiding that she's a meta since she came back from the leauge. Damian knows and uses this and her love for her brother against her to save her life.

Unfortunately, that means everyone knows she's a meta now.

Warnings: Joker, injuries, violence, bombs, referenced trauma

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Cardinal has a pounding headache. She's sore and bleeding and pretty sure she can feel phantom hits. She's alive.

She's also pretty sure she's going to die.

She can hear the bomb counting down, but Cardinal won't look at it. She hurts, body too busy trying to heal big things to get much done with pain.

Cardinal is chained to the wall- utility belt behind her and hands chain in front of her. The cuffs are too thick to get out of by dislocation.

She's been pulled into a "recreation of my greatest hits" tour the joker is doing. Apparently she gets to be blown up after getting beaten. Super great.

She bit part of his ear off, though, so that's fun.

She really hopes Batman and Red hood are busy and not here. She's not sure how they'll react to this.

Joker had said it was fitting. Said meeting her end the way her Robin had was poetry.

Cardinal thinks it's really fucked up and unoriginal.

He hadn't cared for her thoughts.

She takes a slow breath. Then another. And another.

She's exhausted, she dosen’t know if she even has the resolve to use her power. She could very well just pass out and die anyway.

She-

"Cardinal!" Robin yells as he dashes in.

"Robin!" Several voices shout.

"Rob-in?" She blinks, looking up.

Her mouth tastes of blood.

The clock on the bomb reads nine seconds.

"I am going to get you out of here." Robin says sharply.

They're going to die.

No.

Cardinal bites her cheek as Robin starts reaching for his belt. She reaches inside her self- in to her very soul.

Six seconds.

She finds her determination and love, and she steels herself.

"Robin, get close, defense." She manages, hoping he understands. That she's coherent enough to get the old battle plan code across.

Four seconds.

Cardinal looks at him with what she hopes is convincing determination.

It dosen’t seem to work. Robin frowns at hed.

"Let me go!" Dick cries from somewhere.

Robin gets close, pressing against her. He hugs her as gently as he can.

Cardinal throws up her energy field dome, a shield. Small but solid enough, it covers then and cuts through the chains.

The bomb goes off, and Cardinal uses her now free arms to hold Robin closer. Shackles and chain still hang from her wrists- but she dosen’t care.

The building collapses around the dome. Covering them as they sink to their knees within the shield.

"Are you okay, habibi?" Cardinal asks Robin- asks her baby brother.

And God, how fucked is it that it's her youngest sibling to be here?

"I- my ears are ringing, and my com is busted... but I am okay." Robin says as he looks her over. "Are you?"

"I- Don't feel great... I think I'm gonna black out soon- can you hold me up?"

"Like this?" Robin asks as he adjusts so she's leaning onto him.

"Yeah. Head- uh- watch em." She manages.

Cardinal can feel her strength slipping as her body tries to black out. She fights it- making the glowing purple dome expand.

She expands it until all of the rubble has fallen off of it.

And then-

Then she's passing put as her power falters.

But they're safe.

The energy dome flickers before it fizzles out. Without her concentration, there's nothing to sustain it.

Robin clutches her closer. He'll deny it forever, but he's never done well seeing his sister hurt. She's the first person to show him affection, to love him gently.

Even when they were in the league, she was gentle with him.

Her love dosen’t dig into his heart. Dosen’t tear at him.

"It is okay, qamar." Robin says, "I have you."

Cardinal dosen’t answer. She whimpers in her unconsciousness. Her body is fighting to heal the gashes, bruises, and other open wounds.

Robin can hear people around him.

Footsteps rush forwards.

Nightwing and Red hood come to a stop as they arrive. Both look worried. Both look absolutely gutted.

"Is she-" Nightwing starts only to fall silent as he stares at his sister.

He's already seen her die once, he can't do it again.

He can't stop seeing her death. When she was younger. She was small and broken then.

"Cardinal is severely injured, but alive." Robin informs, "we need someone to keep her still when carried."

"What was that dome?" Hood asks as he squats down.

Robin wants to fight the older man when Red Hood reaches for Cardinal. No one should touch his sister when she's hurt.

No one.

But he can trust Todd.

Red hood scoops Cardinal up gently, unusually quiet as he holds her. The large frame serves to cradle instead of intimidate this time.

"What was that dome?" Nightwing asks, echoing the question from Red hood.

"I will explain later." Robin says as he pushes to his feet. "We need to focus on getting Cardinal to medical."

"You were in an explosion-"

"I am unharmed. The dome you saw was more than enough to protect."

Nightwing gives a dubious look between Cardinal's limp form and Robin's seemingly unharmed form.

Robin would usually ask how dare anyone doubt his sister, but he dosen’t. No one here knows how hard she trained her powerz.

Red Hood starts walking towards the bat-mobile. He moves carefully, making sure to keep the woman in his arms held as still as possible.

Robin follows. The youngest of the group sticks close to his sister, and by proxy close to Red Hood. He can't stop looking at his sister.

Every time Cardinal is jostled she lets out a squeak.

It's times like these that her family is reminded just how small she is. She's got one of those personalities that feels big.

Without her smile or her snark she's oddly silent.

Robin's stomach sinks with ever sound that escapes her.

"Report." Batman says as he opens the back door of the batmobile.

"She's alive." Red Hood grunts.

"And as stable as can be expected." Robin says, "She's survived worse."

"Not that I recall." Red Hood says, no real bite. It's mostly

"Yes well, I have five years where none of you were there." Robin scoffs.

"Can we go?" Nightwing snaps, "She's bleeding too much."

That snaps them into action.

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Cardinal - Ivy wakes up with a low groan as someone grabs her hand. Her head is throbbing, but she dosen’t think she's bleeding like she was..

"Ivy." Damian breathes out.

"Da-ian?" Ivy chokes as she pries her eyes open to blurry clinical light.

"I am here. Would you like water?" He asks, hand tightening on her's.

"Ye-ah, wat-ah." She manages with slurred speech.

"I will get you some. Can you sit up?"

Ivy pushes into a sitting position, propped against her pillow and the wall.

Damian slips away for a minute, just long enough to get her water. He returns with a plastic cup that he holds to her mouth.

Ivy takes it with a soft "thanks" and drinks some water. It's hurried and drips a little since her coronation is still a little messed up, but she's feeling a little better.

Damian takes the empty cup and sets it on the bedside.

"How are you feeling?" Damian asks as he examines her face.

"Like I got hit by a rampant kryptonian." Ivy groans, "You okay, habibi?"

Damian sighs at the nickname, but he's never fought it. "I am okay. You know your shield is safe enough to survive that."

"I know."

"The others saw it."

"I have to tell them. Don't I?" Ivy frowns.

"Probably for the best." Damian sighs.

"You shouldn't have come for me." Ivy says with a pointed look.

"Would you have called a shield if you were by yourself?" He counters.

She rolls her eyes. "That's not the point."

"Can we not just be grateful it worked out?" Damian asks with a raised brow.

"I guess."

The doors to the room open to reveal Jason in the doorway. He looks like he hasn't slept or showersd in days.

"Jay?" Ivy blinks.

"Todd left your side ten minutes ago to eat. He has been here the majority of the time." Damian says.

"Like you weren't." Jason scoffs.

"Boys." Ivy says with a sigh.

Jason turns his eyes on her and he softens. "I'm glad you're okay, princess."

And she is. She's sore, but she's okay.

[your-new-rubber-soul]

I died a long time ago.

You broke me, fractured me, kept me weak, bruised, vulnerable. You made me learn to be afraid of everyone and that everything bad that happened is my fault. You taught me that I only ever fuck up, I never do anything right. You taught me not to show when I'm happy, when I'm sad, when I'm angry, when I'm scared, just to do what I'm told.

You didn't care when I was being hurt by my friends, because you hurt me too. You didn't care when I was being hurt by teachers, because you hurt me too. You didn't care when I was being hurt by other adults, because you hurt me too.

You taught me not to be a fag, men don't fuck other men, they fuck women. You taught me that I'm going to be a man and that I have to be manly. You taught me that I had to be stoic, I had to accept my suffering, that I was going to sacrifice myself for something.

You put a bullet in my head, you pushed me off a plane, you shoved me into traffic, you stabbed me repeatedly, you beat me, you put drugs in me, you shoved me off a boat, you buried me alive and shed tears only because your son wasn't good enough.

You taught me to be afraid of you. I watched you twist and decay as you daindled the days away on chemo and Dilaudid. You stopped remembering things, what day it was, where you were, if you took your meds, you could hardly walk and all I could feel was fear. I was still afraid you were going to hurt me when you couldn't tell if it was 2013 or 1996. I only ever swore in front of you twice and it scared me more than running into traffic. You didn't care because you were too sick.

I was left a cold empty shadow of something that used to be there. The flesh exists but the soul is gone.

I used to feel my heart in my chest. It was bigger than the world. When I felt anything, it tempered reality itself. It twisted and pulled and wrenched and swole my chest. It burned me and chilled me, it made me feel like I was swimming in open water.

Now I'm on the beach. I can smell the salt, hear the waves, see the tide, but what used to be a struggle to breathe is now a quaint sight with little more than the memory of drowning to remind me of how I died.

You pushed me off the boat. I was so small, and the water was so big. When I fell into the water you drove away. You left me to sink into those rotting depths and I struggled to so much as choke on air.

I died because you killed me. You made me as broken as I am now, you turned me into a doll and now I'm stuck treating myself like a plaything for others. The body lingers but there's nothing to puppet it. I don't want to be a doll, I don't want to puppet myself, I want to be laid to rest.

I died a long time ago, and my body hasn't caught up yet. It's so tired. It just wants to rest.

[casspurrjoybell-28]

The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 20a

*Warning Adult Content*

My Alpha - Part 1 - Koa

"Shut the fuck up," Rex shouts, clamping his huge hand over my face.

I bite into his palm on instinct, nearly gagging at the metallic taste that bursts on my tongue.

He hisses in pain, retracting his hand and instead choosing to pin my wrists above my head.

It doesn't deter me.

"CYRUS," I scream again murderously, praying to the Moon Goddess that he'll find me.

He has to.

I can't be raped again.

I cannot go through that violation of my body that has wounded and degraded my soul to the most severe degree.

'Please, Cyrus. Please.'

Rex's torso is holding my legs apart and as much as I try to close them, I can't.

I start to hyperventilate when I look down and see his disgusting manhood closing in.

"NO," I scream, kicking my legs out.

"NO. CYRUS."

Tears are blurring my vision, so much that I can barely see what he's doing and that scares me even more.

I feel him against the flesh of my ass and I cry out in defeat.

He's going to do it.

He's going to violate me and I'm going to have to take it because I'm an Omega and he's an Alpha.

My wolf yowls, hurt in his tone as he retreats to the back of our mind, too traumatized by previous experiences to face this.

I don't blame him.

In one last desperate attempt, I scream for my mate a final time.

I hear it before I see it.

A loud crash, the sound of splintering wood and the deafening roar of an Alpha. My Alpha.

Rex is ripped off me in seconds and thrown to the opposite side of the shed, so hard the wood splinters on impact.

He moans in pain, sliding down the wall and leaving a dark red smear in his wake.

I scramble into a ball, wrapping my arms around myself as I take in the sight of Cyrus, body and muscles taut with fury as he makes his way toward the man on the ground, eyes glowing with primal instinct.

"Look away, my moon," he orders me in a gentle tone, despite the rage radiating off him. So I do.

I turn to the wall, my breath catching as I hear the slash of a knife and gurgle of blood as my mate kills Rex.

When he's done, he comes to me, my attacker's blood spattered across his face.

He growls, jaw clenching as he takes in my naked state.

I do my best to cover myself, embarrassed.

He kneels down before me, brow creased in devastation as he reaches for me.

On instinct, I flinch away in fear.

It's not because it's him.

It's because he's an Alpha.

And I can't control my Omega that cowers back at his presence.

Immediate guilt strikes me at the sadness that flashes across his face at my reaction.

He retracts his arm, instead pulling off his jacket and wrapping the huge thing around me while avoiding direct contact with my skin.

Moon Goddess, can the guy get any sweeter?

My lip trembles as I look up at him.

"Y-you came for me."

His eyes run across my features, as if taking in the damage.

"I will always come for you."

His words hit me hard and I shy away from his intense gaze.

There's no doubt I look like shit, all bruised and bloody.

"I-I was going to tell you who they were. I-I never meant for it to go this far," I choke out apologetically.

"There was another?" Cyrus asks darkly.

Without any reservations, I nod my head.

"Leroy. An Alpha."

His canines flash as he registers the name.

"I am a failure of a mate."

I shake my head.

"You are not. Don't say that."

"It is true," his face is pained, voice gravelly and tight with emotion.

"My priority is keeping my Omega safe, over anything. Now you are before me, hurt and scared because of those scum and I could not prevent it."

My heart squeezes at the grief in his voice.

How can it be that this matters so much to him?

Am I really that important?

"This isn't your fault, Cyrus. I-I'm barely even hurt. It's not a big deal," I attempt, hoping to make him feel better.

My eyes burn as I force my tears back, refusing to break down in front of him and seem even more weak.

He runs his hands through his hair, smearing Rex's blood in it.

"Koa, who made you think someone doing this to you is not a serious matter? What he was attempting just now..." he clenches his fist, inhaling sharply as his nose flares.

'Because it's not the first time,' I think bitterly.

Biting my tongue, I insist that I am fine again.

I know he doesn't believe it but he doesn't insist that I am not fine any longer.

*

Within my room, I sink into despair.

My parting with Cyrus was strange and cold, not like anything I wanted it to be.

But I couldn't bring myself to say anything more.

Meanwhile, he looked like he wanted to ask a million questions, yet refrained for my sake.

I can't say I am not relieved because I didn't feel like talking about it.

When he comes by the room to check up with the guard he's stationed outside, he sounds tense through the door.

I feel horrible for making things like this between us.

So distant.

But I can't bring myself to be around anyone right now.

Oliver is staying with Morgan while I try to recover my nerve but I haven't been successful thus far.

I'm a mess of panic and paranoia, almost always nauseous as Rex's face flashes in my mind, along with Zacan and the other horrible Alphas I had to deal with back at the Blood Pack.

I can't escape.

The night after the attempted rape I scrubbed my skin raw, wanting all traces of Rex off me.

My body felt disgusting as I sank under the water of the bath, finally allowing myself to release the wrenching sobs that had been building in my chest for who knows how long.

I don't remember the last time I cried like that.

I nearly drowned myself, coming up from below sputtering and choking from accidentally inhaling some of the water.

That only made me cry more.

The sight of my marred and red skin made me wish I had a body that had never been touched.

I didn't want this one anymore... this body that'd been treated like a plaything, defiled and even impregnated against my will.

I don't know how long I sat there, rocking myself and trying not to remember all the bad things.

Tried not to imagine about how dirty Cyrus would think I am if he knew what I'd been through, if he doesn't see me as such already.

It sucked, drowning in my sorrows and feeling absolutely pathetic but bottling the emotions up inside me was suffocating.

At least no one heard my cries.

My Alpha - Part 2 - Cyrus

"Your father wishes to speak to you," Xavier finds me outside the Pack hospital, where I was conversing with my mother about the severity of Koa's injuries.

She has visited him again since Rex's attack, her being the only one he'll allow to see him.

I am happy he feels safe with her but it is agonizing having to keep my distance.

When I remember how terrified he was of me when I found him naked and battered after that bastard's assault, I know that I cannot rush his recovery.

An Alpha harmed him and curse it that I am one too and will only remind him of just how strong and violent we can be.

So I must give him space, if that is what he needs.

Though I wish he knew that I would never even dream of subjecting him to the brutality that they did.

He is mine to cherish and protect and that will never change.

"For what reason?" I ask.

"The men you killed. Leroy and Rex. He is not happy."

I let out a short scoff of disbelief.

As expected of him.

Caring for those who tormented Koa rather than my mate who has to suffer because of their actions.

"Fine. I will see him."

*

I am surprised to see my mother in my father's study when I enter a few hours after he summoned me, standing beside his desk while he sits lazily in his armchair.

I grit my teeth at his impudence.

Any real Alpha would offer their seat to their Omega, ensuring her or his comfort.

My mother shoots me a weak smile and I cannot bring myself to return it.

"Why did you do it, son?" the raspy voice that has plagued my eardrums for 25 years rings out.

"I had to."

"You 'had' to execute two of our men?"

"It is my duty to keep this Pack safe. So yes, I did."

It is not a lie.

The older man sighs, leaning back and making his chair creak.

"They were good warriors, Alphas, Cyrus. Making rash decisions like this..."

"They were not good. They laid hands on my mate. What I carried out was retribution."

"So what, they tried to rape him. That Omega is clearly a whore, having a child so young. I'm sure he would not have minded..."

I lunge forward without thinking, seeing red as I attempt to attack the man that dares speak such words about Koa.

"Cyrus," my mother screams, blocking my way and effectively stopping me.

I cannot fly into a rage while she is here and recklessly endanger her.

I clench my fists, grounding myself and taking a sharp breath in.

"You watch what you fucking say," I snarl at him over her shoulder.

He seems effectively silenced by my anger, eyes wide with what I believe to be intimidation.

He must realize that he is not the strong Alpha he once was but a husk of his former self.

He would not stand a chance against me, with the way he drinks his life away.

I gently squeeze my mother's shoulders in a farewell before storming out of the room.

What did I expect from him, the old fool.

My Alpha - Part 3 - Koa

I press my ear up to the door, not able to deny that I want to hear his voice.

Even muffled, its deep baritone is like a wave of comfort washing over me.

So why have I been unable to open this door?

All I've done the past few days is accept the meals that appear outside the room and lay listlessly in bed. 

I feel horrible for neglecting Oliver like this.

He deserves better from his mother.

Cyrus... deserves better too. 

I strain to hear what the guard says and upon realizing it's a farewell... my stomach flips in urgency.

Cyrus is leaving.

He's leaving and I won't be able to hear his voice again until tomorrow morning when he visits again to speak with the guard.

He's so dedicated and that only makes my heart ache more. 

With shaky hands, I use all my willpower to creak the door open.

I find my mate staring back at me with wide, desperate eyes. 

Cyrus.

My Alpha.

[ofmoonlitmagic]

The shake of his head barely perceptible, Briggs wanted to believe her. In the moment, it had felt like victory, but the further away, the less he felt it. The more it felt like loss, like brokenness. He could hear the chaos downstairs, the cries of the wounded, of maybe the dying. He wondered if there were souls who had made it this far but would still not live to see tomorrow. All while the OEA planned how to turn this night against them, make it seem like the monsters had done what monsters do. But he wanted to believe her. He wanted her hope. To see what she did. "If I--I can't lose you. Not again. What good is my fight if I can't protect the ones I love?"

He never saw himself as one with a gentle touch, but as he brought his hand to her face, he tried. Running his thumb along her cheekbone, he memorized her every feature as she spoke. The reminder alone they had hurt her was enough to reignite the fire. They would pay for that. "It's okay if you're not," he breathed, "I know, remember?" He knew what the cell had done, he'd been the one to see her. To hold her, to be able to do nothing for her because the damage was too extensive. They had tortured her to death, and then they put her back in the cell the first chance they had. If humanity was truly to look at that and label her the monster and her tormentors the heroes, then he was right to hate them as he did now. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but you don't have to be the strong one. I can handle it."

Wrapped up in each other, stealing every possible second they could, the rest could wait. The days to come would be rough, he knew that, but for right now, none of it mattered. It felt like he was truly powerful enough to stop time itself, so they could stay here with vows of eternal love. "I think I kinda like hearing that," he murmured, especially as it was breathed into his skin as though it could heal every wound. As she assured him none of his apologies were needed and that his showing up now was what mattered, he exhaled, "you're too forgiving of me, but I am here. I'm gonna be here, I'm gonna do better. Okay? I promise."

The moment of levity was an oasis, especially knowing the coming pain the water would awaken. "That was a slip on your part, you know me better than to leave that door open." The teasing allowed for a smile to pull, eyes remaining on her as he met the awaiting pain. That was something he had not considered. A warm shower on tired bones sounded idyllic, one on open wounds was hell. Her words brought him back into a stillness, as if the moments they shared before the nightmare began hadn't been fully tainted. They could salvage them. The OEA couldn't take those memories.

He kept a grip on her, careful not to squeeze too hard when the washcloth, however gentle, would scrape along a scratch or a bruise. She said to breathe, a reminder he had on repeat as he fought not to hold his breath. He'd killed so many people, and yet, she wiped the evidence of it away without a single hesitation, fear, or judgment. She trusted him to not lash out in the pain, and as much as the thought of his father had plagued him tonight, he never felt more in control of himself than right here. He could never hurt her.

He had already given up on the day of nothing, a dream as far as he was concerned; and yet as she promised to make it up to him on that day, he began to think maybe it might be real again. "Have you?" He hummed, keeping it as light as possible to stay above what was coming, "well, I guess I'm gonna have to expedite this war then..."

With each movement, he knew he didn't deserve her: someone this gentle, this unwaveringly kind, this strong. She was keeping him afloat, in the wake of her own suffering, and she did it like it was easy. He'd done nothing to deserve this. As she braced him with her words, grazed his nose with her own, he was so overwhelmingly in love with all she was. "If you're with me, I'm ready." He didn't want to think about how this pain was nothing compared to his next punishment, and he knew when that night came, he'd be wishing for this. "1, 2..." Before three, he took his step back, keeping his connection of touch on her. The water was far less forgiving than her hand had been, washing out deep wounds as it beat along his back, soaking his hair through, and causing a guttural growl to reverberate through gritted teeth.

Why? He asked himself as flashes of the night returned to him, seeking solace in the mind while the body suffered. If only his mind were kind. His eyes shut, losing sight of her as water came pouring over his face. Why? He could see her walking down the stairs, feel the hitch in his breath. The grin on Riley's face as he left the dance floor. Asher signaling at him from across the room. Tossing some of the cake at Carissa. Billie's lips against his. Then--hearing the commotion, knowing the move was happening. Seeing Riley. This time with no grin, lifeless, strung up on a stage. And blood, so much blood, some of it now streaming down his body. Lucas. Artemis. Klaus. Billie.

Why was this happening to them?

"It hurts."

“No, they didn’t" her tone remained gentle, yet still firm. "We’re not broken – because we’re not giving up, Briggs. Riley is alive. They couldn’t keep me and they couldn’t stop you. You did do something.” Her stomach knotted, the motion irritating the bandaged wound and causing her brow to furrow “they thought they could beat us. But they didn’t. They ran – they hid from what was coming. They’re burning – they’re still burning and what you did, that will have an effect on cities around the world. It takes one match to start a forest fire, right? You fought back. You hurt them – this isn’t their victory."

As his hand rose towards her temple, Billie subconsciously leaned into his touch – eyes closing for a moment as she released a shaky breath “a little, but i’m okay. I promise. Your moms fixed me up, so i’m basically as good as new.” Good as new might have been a stretch, but she didn’t need for him to worry about her on top of everything else. Reopening her eyes now, she peeked up at him through damp lashes “besides i’m better now that you’re here.” 

A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips – ‘i love you’, three words that she had promised herself would never hold power over her and here she was, legs practically threatening to buckle beneath her as the sentiment rendered her powerless. Except, in this moment, after everything they had suffered, every test they had been forced to endure – she felt stronger than ever before. Her hand lifted to twirl her fingers through the back of his hair, bloodstained and matted – but she didn’t care. She could feel him beginning to calm within her embrace, her lips pressing a gentle kiss against his neck as she whispered against him, “i’ll always love you.” Shaking her head imperceptibly, fingers continuing to smooth down the hair at the nape of his neck “that doesn’t matter now. You’re here and that’s what matters.” 

Her taunt came surprisingly effortlessly in response to his own as he followed her into the shower “I should have known that would come back to bite me in the ass." Her eyes remained intent against his, her frame tensing as he urged away from the waters harsh stream with a yelp of discomfort. "I know, I know -- i'm sorry." Nodding clumsily, her hands sought placement over his as he returned them to her waist, her words sounding as a promise “that won’t be a problem” before reaching one hand to grab a washcloth as she held it beneath the water. “Here, let me – just breathe, okay?” Lifting both hands as he tilted his head back into the water, she rinsed the cloth before beginning to wipe the blood from his features, ringing out the blood from the material, before repeating the process, gradually working her way across his torso, careful to avoid the deeper wounds. 

A subtle hum eased from her lips at his quip, a soft smile daring to pull at the corners of her lips once again as his forehead leaned into hers, her admission holding a similar degree of taunt “for the record, me too – but I promise to make it up to you when we finally get that day of nothing.” 

Billie continued to rid his body of the stubborn crimson stains, each movement cautious as she ran the damp cloth across his skin before pushing the wet strands of hair away from his forehead and out of his eyes. “Okay” inhaling a soft breath as though to mentally prepare herself as well as him, she rose onto tiptoes to nudge the tip of his nose with her own, her left hand returning to the nape of his neck as she readied him to step into the stream of water, “you ready?”   

[collidingxworlds]

We’ve walked the hard way Picking fight after fight with the world Avoiding the battles with ourselves And maybe we made it too hard Wondering if there’s an ending Up there, beyond the horizon Or will we be forever stuck Halfway between anger and hope?

WILL & NOAH 〜 Broken Souls, Fighters’ Hearts

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