#Aah No! Betrayal!

[iliketangerines]

down in place

a/n: sigh...it's johnny

pairing: johnny cage x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), pegging, orgasm denial, handjob, chest play, begging

you sigh, tilting your head to the side as you slowly rock your hips in and out of Johnny, watching as he squirms on the soft sheets of the bed and lets out a long drawn-out whine

your hand pumps at his cock slowly, your thumb barely rubbing at the sensitive tip and your grip barely providing any friction for his flushed dick

it had been almost an hour at this point of just teasing him, refusing to let him touch you and to keep his hands to himself as you kissed and sucked hickeys into his skin

he had complained at first, but the roughness of your fingers against his nipples quickly shut him up as you sucked on one and pinched at the other

the broad Johnny tattoo across his chest became decorated with your purple bruises of your devotion, your love, and your torture

barely had you even touched him, only letting his grind his hips up into you futilely as you played with his chest, squeezing and humming at the muscle

his hands had twitched at his sides, almost coming up several time to grab onto you, but he held onto his self-control somehow as he watched you pull down his underwear with your teeth

and then you had flipped him onto his knees, shoving his face into the sheets of the mattress and listening to him beg for you to touch him, to let him cum

you had ignored his desperate cries, letting his pre-cum drip onto the mattress and create a small pool of his arousal

neglect: it was the only word Johnny could muster up in his head as you stretched him out

never once had you touched his desperate flushed cock, not even a trace of pleasure, only the threads of desperation and need piling up inside of his gut as you continued to lavish his asshole with attention

your fingers avoided where he needed you most, moving around his prostate and only going in far enough to open him up to you

it was a delicious torture, one that had Johnny’s mind melting out of his ears and left his body twitchy and needy for you

and now, you thrust into him slowly, moving at what felt like a snail’s pace, your strap-on dragging along his walls and making him let out a choked moan

“f-fuck, please, please i-aah hah-i want to c-um!” his sentence comes out whiny as you clench the base of his cock and pull out until just the tip remains and then leave it there like that

you give him a disinterested hum, but your eyes rove over his body, the slight sheen of sweat over his stomach and his chest, the flex of his arms as he struggles to not touch you

his legs are wrapped around your waist and squeezing, trying to pull you deeper into him, and there’s drool starting to drip down his chin

it’s a betrayal, your eyes, how they seem to devour him, how they crave him so carnally, but still, the pleasure of watching Johnny Cage dissolve underneath your fingertips, becoming nothing but a mess because of you

the feeling is higher than any other pleasure, and you send him a smirk and continue to stroke at his cock lazily as you thrust in slowly

“hm, i don’t know if i should let you. why should i?” it’s cruel what you’re doing

“i-i’ve be-en-aaaaggh mmhhgh- f-fuck!” his reasoning quickly dissolves into desperate moans as you thrust roughly into him and rub your thumb along the sensitive tip of his cock

you smile down at him and laugh, “ah, well, it doesn’t seem like you have a good reason. i guess you’ll just have to wait a little longer.”

Johnny lets out a long whine, trying to find the words to retort back with, but the words crumble on his tongue as you press the pad of your thumb into the slit of his cock

it was a rare occasion to see him so desperate and flushed beneath you, you would not squander this opportunity to tease him, and a smile passes on your face as you see tears start to well up in the corners of his eyes

[sincerelyrki]

tequila & lime

Heeseung only loved two things in his life. One was you, and the other was the taste of you.

pairing : exbf!heeseung x fem!reader

warnings + genre : drinking. rich boy! heeseung. mentions of killing people. kissing. suggestive. not proofread but it’s grammar approved TT.

wc : 1.1k

a/n : disappeared for a few days but i’m back🤞 anyways tequila is the only like… slightly good alcohol so it’s mine and my friends go to. i’ve had this in my head since i went out on friday and i finally found time to write it ^^

perm written taglist : @vousty

In a twisted way, you were to Heeseung what a lime was to tequila.

There was something about you, something he’d never seen in anyone else. His nights were filled with the shades of you, the neon lights blinding him as your alluring eyes blinked up at him.

He would drown in your attention, his eyes closing as you raised your wrist towards his open lips, the salt coating his mouth as you tilted his tequila back. 

You’d be ready for his sour fill, the lime tucked between your lips as you used his hair to pull his face towards yours.

He’d keep eye contact as his lips closed against yours, the zest of the lime bitter on your tongue as he pulled it into his own.

His lips would leave yours for a minute, his teeth pressing down on the now sweet fruit, the peel falling to the ground as his hand wrapped around your neck.

But that was before. 

Heeseung glared at you from across the room, his eyes burning as he watched the way you twirled your hair at the man above you.

Your knees sat crossed against each other, white knee-high socks glowing under the LEDs. Your back was leaned against the wall, plush thighs pressed between you as you sat on top of one of the pull-up tables. 

His teeth ground together the longer he watched, a stale taste replacing the sour shot he had taken minutes ago. The burn of the tequila was rougher than usual, the lime tasting bitter without the taste of your lips mixing with it. 

Heeseung could tell that you were aware of his gaze, the lime between your fingers being the telltale sign. The betrayal was stronger with the alcohol flowing through his body, it hurt almost as bad as it did the day he called your relationship off.

He gave into the expectations of the people around him, their sunglasses covering their faces as their Mercedes roared with life.

He broke it off with you soon after everyone had found out. And in the process, he lost the one thing he’d ever truly loved, well besides his tequila.

But even now, he hated it more than anything.

The glass from his hand shattered across the floor, his expensive shoes crushing the pieces even more as he stomped toward you.

His hand squeezed around the man’s shoulder, his elbow drawing back as he tugged him away from you. His other hand pulled back, his lips pulling into a satisfying smile at the loud crack that sounded from where his fist met the man's nose.

“Say aah.” Heeseung pressed his fingers against the bottom of your jaw, his eyebrow raised as he waited for you to follow his orders.

Your lips dropped open at his words, the lime falling from your tongue as he used his hold on your face to tilt your head down. “Good girl.” He cooed at you, his face nearing yours to press a small kiss against your earlobe, “don’t try that again.”

Heeseung purposely blew cool hair against your sensitive skin, his lips moving down to lightly touch against your neck. “I’ll kill him next time.” 

Goosebumps spread along your body as your ex placed a single peck against your like point, fingers curling in your lap as you tilted your head to give him more space. 

For weeks you tried so hard to hate the man, your friend's angry nags tuning out the second the memories of him came back.

You knew him better than anyone else, which was why you were able to tell that he was lying to you.

He told you that he never felt anything for you, that you were nothing but a warm embrace that he could fall into whenever he felt like it.

He wasn’t a very good liar, nor a good boyfriend. You could tell he was embarrassed by you, the secrecy and excuses add up. 

But right now, you couldn’t recognize him at all.

Heeseung had never been the type of person to start fights, but he also wasn’t the type to drink himself into a blackout.

But things have changed since he’d last talked to you, he was spiralling.

Heeseung ignored the looks getting shot at him from around the room, his arm wrapping around your waist as he reached over to grab a new lime wedge.

He raised it to your lips, hovering as he waited for you to open your mouth for him.

He clicked his tongue as you stayed frozen, rolling his eyes as he used his thumb to pry your lips apart. “Bite down on it.” He shot you a sly smirk as you followed his orders.

He lifted the salt shaker towards you, the cold lid against your collarbones only setting the mood even more. 

He trailed a line of salt along one side of your collarbone, winking at you before he placed the shot of tequila back into your hands. 

His hands fisted your shorts as his tongue pressed against your soft skin, the salt mixing with the smell of your perfume causing his mind to go into overdrive.

His head tilted back as he controlled your wrist to go up towards his mouth, his mouth open as he poured the shot into his mouth.

You watched with wide eyes as Heeseung didn’t swallow, the tequila still in his mouth as he connected his lips with yours. 

He swished the liquid into your mouth, his tongue pushing the line between his teeth as he bit down into it.

He knew that the lime no longer served its purpose as a chaser, but there was nothing he loved more than the taste of you.

“Swallow it.” His lips barely left yours, his adam’s apple shifting as he swallowed down the remains. 

“Let me see.” you opened your mouth, tongue sticking out to show that you had swallowed everything. 

Heeseung wrapped your legs around his waist, his hands pressing against your back as he held your body tight against him.

“Let’s go to my place, yeah?” At your nod Heeseung picked you up from the table, your feet barely reaching the ground before he began pulling you through the crowd.

His hands were taught, his restraint nearing its end the longer he waited for your touch. He could feel your fingernails against the back of his hands, his back lighting up in a phantom pain as he remembered the way you would paint his back with long lines of red.

Heeseung wasn’t going to let you go again, he wasn’t lying when he said he’d kill someone for touching you. 

[starlight-write]

Bad idea

A/N: Yeah...it's been six months since I've even touched this blog but I have a new hyperfixation so here we are. Kind of wrote this in a daze but let me know what you think, as well as any other prompts or requests you'd like to see!

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairings: Ler!Alastor, Lee!Angeldust, Switch!Charlie (All Platonic)

Summary: Angel somehow convinces Charlie to pull a prank on Alastor. Neither are prepared for the consequences this will have.

Warnings: Tickling, Swearing, Mild sex jokes

Word Count: 2145

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Yeah this was a bad idea.

Rapid footsteps could be heard booming down the hallways of the hotel as Charlie and Angeldust found themselves running for their lives away from one of the most powerful overlords in Hell.

Charlie couldn't quite say what possessed her to get involved with one of Angeldust's pranks, maybe it was boredom or a desire to bond with her friend, but common sense should've told her to back out once Angel named their target.

It was no secret the Radio Demon had a soft spot for his favorite dish which he cooked at the same time each day without fail.

It was also no secret that the demon's oral hygiene was...lacking.

No matter how many times he was informed of this fact, politely or otherwise, Alastor just did not seem to care about keep that particular area clean.

So of course, when the spider demon suggested the two of them mix toothpaste in with the demon's jambalaya, Charlie knew the deal was too hilarious to pass up.

The look on the demon's face when he came back to see that his food had turned blue was priceless.

Yeah, a bad idea, but hilarious nonetheless.

Or it would be until the demon had caught up to them at least.

Neither of them thought the demon would actually hurt them over something like this, seeing as it would hurt his own goals in the long run, but they weren't too keen on finding out what he would do instead.

The pair stopped abruptly at the end of the hallway in front of the only other elevator on that floor. Angeldust crouched and frantically pressed the down button, while Charlie's dumbass was trying to pry the doors open.

"You're seriously telling me you didn't have a better escape plan than just yelling 'Run'?"

"Hey, I didn't actually think we'd make it as far as actually getting into that creep's room. The plan was to at least be able to outrun you but you're a lot faster than I would've thought, Princess." The spider chucked.

The girl's jaw dropped at hearing that. "I thought this stupid prank was a chance for us to bond! You were just going to ditch me to take the fall for your stupid idea?!?!"

The elevator chimed as the doors opened.

"Yeah, pretty much." The spider chuckled as he jumped inside.

Betrayal and a bit of anger filled the girl as her eyes went red and horns grew on top of her head. She grunted as she tackled her friend inside the elevator, doors closing behind her.

Angel grunted as he hit the ground. "Aww, did I make the pretty princess mad? I don't see what the big deal is, whatever that red freak has planned, he'll go a lot easier on you." The demon said as he smiled up at his friend.

"Yeah, well you're gonna wish you'd stayed behind once I'm through with you."

With that, the girl began skittering her fingers rapidly underneath the spider's arms.

Whatever smartass remark Angel was going to say next died in his throat and was replaced with hysterical laughter as his worst spot was targeted.

"aaa-AAH! AHAHA-Charlie! CHARLIHEHEHEHAHA!!! WAHAHAHIT!! Wait- DONT- AHAHAHAA!!!" The spider demon cried out as he began kicking his legs viciously.

Charlie had been meaning to test her friend's sensitivity for a while now. She had seen how small touches and pokes affected her friend from time to time. She'd noticed when Husk began giving quick pinches to the spider's ribs whenever he mad a dirty joke or was becoming too much for the cat to handle. Or when her girlfriend used a pen to poke around the spider's torso whenever she needed to herd him away from something. She especially noticed how Angel's face contorted each time as he fought to suppress his smile. Charlie had been waiting for the longest time to ask the demon about it, or test her theory herself. Y'know... to bond.

So yeah, Angel had this coming for a while now.

So focused on her revenge, neither her or Angel noticed the elevator open to the main floor, where Alastor was waiting patiently for the two of them right outside the entrance.

"Well well well, seems the two little troublemakers have turned on each other already, how fun!" The demon grinned evilly before conjuring up a pair of tentacles to yank the pair out of the elevator.

The two of them yelped as they were dragged from their hiding spot and held midair by the appendages.

Alastor looked the two of them up and down, eye twitching as he did so. "So...it's clear to me that you two heathens are looking for a death sentence, which I am more than happy to provide. But before I get to teaching the two of you a lesson, I am curious who's genius idea it was to mess with the Radio Demon in the first place."

"Mine!" Angel exclaimed proudly. Earning a confused look from Charlie.

"What? He clearly thought my idea was good, obviously I want credit for it." Smug bastard. Alastor did not seem amused with his confession however, Angel's comment actually seeming to have annoyed him even further.

"I thought so." The demon said. "I'd expect this level of childishness from someone like you, although I'm thankful it wasn't of a more perverted nature. However..." He turned his focus to Charlie who was still trying to wriggle her way out of the grip the appendage had around her waist.

"I expected much more from you, Charlie. Why I'd go as far to say I'm disappointed in you."

She felt a pang in her chest at hearing the demon's words.

"No, Alastor...I'm sorry if we upset you. I just thought it would be a bit of harmless fun! And Angel never asks to do anything with me so I got a bit excited. I'm sorry."

A frown quickly replaced Angel's smug grin and he averted his gaze to the floor.

Alastor couldn't help but chuckle at the two of them. "Oh you two are so sweet...it makes me sick. But how could I not accept such a heartfelt apology coming from my favorite hostess?"

The two perked up almost immediately.

"So...we're off the hook?" Angel asked hopefully.

Alastor fiddled with his staff as if bored by this whole conversation. "Well, seeing that neither of you are getting maimed today, I'd say yes...to an extent."

"To an extent?" The princess asked.

"Well I still have to teach the two of you a lesson somehow. No one messes with the Radio Demon and gets away with it." He smiled. "However, I do believe Charlie here has given me a wonderful idea how to do that~"

She looked at him, confused. "What do you mean by-AAAAAAAA!!"

Charlie let out a shriek as she felt something wriggle on the back of her knee. She looked down to see a much smaller tentacle scribbling along the dreaded spot. She began kicking her legs out desperately only to be stopped by two more tentacles holding them in place.

The attack quickly threw the girl into hysterics, the one tentacle already throwing her into a frenzy. Screaming and whipping her head side to side, she pushed and pounded her fists against the appendage retraining her, trying and failing to reach down to stop the offending tentacle that was honing in on her worst spot.

Angeldust couldn't help but laugh at her dramatic reaction. Although, he wasn't too keen on getting his shit wrecked again. Thinking he could use his charm to smooth-talk his way out of this situation, seeing as the demon avoided him like the plague if he could talk dirty enough.

"You guys are full of surprises today, arent'cha?" He said using his little flirtatious tone, knowing it annoyed Alastor to no end. "I'm proud your old ass is finally experimenting, dust nuts. I'm more than happy to help you explore with bondage but I can't say I'm all that into this tickling stuff."

The demon turned to him and grinned evilly. "Oh, good! That's exactly what I was afraid of."

Yeah, bad idea.

Angel's wrists were snatched up by yet another appendage before two more attacked his underarms for the second time that day.

"GAHAHAHAHAHAD OKAY!! OKAY CUHUHUHUT IT OHOHOUT!!"

Angel screamed, trying with all his power to pull his arms down but it was no use, the radio demon had the two of them completely and hopelessly trapped.

Alastor just hummed, pressing a hand to his chin and pretended to think. "Don't think you two have learned your lesson quite yet. Although, I am new to this particular method. Hows about I ask an expert. Oh Charlie~" He turned to the princess again. "Do tell me, how effective would you say is tickling your enemies into submission?"

The poor girl couldn't even get a word out between her screaming fits of laughter. All she could do was shake her head and pound her fists against her restraints as the back of her knee was tickled mercilessly.

"AAHAHAHAHA- STAHAHAAAAAA- ALASTAAAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHE-"

Alastor leaned in with one hand cupping his ear. "What's that? I'm sorry, I couldn't quite understand. I don't speak heathen, after all." He teased. "Angeldust would you mind interpreting?"

Angel began to lose himself in his own fit of hysterics as yet another one of the tentacles found its way to his stomach, scribbling wildly.

Although he was tempted to sprout his extra sets of arms, Angel has been in enough tickle fights with Cherri to know that underneath those arms would be exploited as well and just make the agonizing feeling ten times worse.

It took a lot more work for Angel to reach the same level of hysterics Charlie was currently in. Even with the three tentacles making him laugh his head off, Angel would say he was still holding out better than he normally would. At least compared to Charlie, who wasn't even fully restrained but was still completely losing her mind just from that one spot.

Alastor noticed this as well and seeing as anything more would probably make the poor girl faint, he focused his attention on Angeldust.

"You still feeling smart? Tell me, you still think your little genius idea was worth the trouble?"

The demon conjured up yet another pair of tentacles to poke and prod at his victim before they settled on attacking the demon's thighs instead.

Whatever control Angeldust thought he'd maintained before disappeared immediately. The merciless tickling in three different areas proved too much for him to handle.

"NOOHOHOHO- NO! I DOHOHOHON'T! I'M SORRYHEHEHEHEHE- I PROHOHOMISE IT WON"T HAHAHAPPEN AGAHAHAHAIN!!!"

"Good enough."

And with that, the tickling stopped. The tentacles carefully setting Charlie on the ground and disappearing while Angeldust was unceremoniously dropped midair.

Charlie huffed and hugged her legs to her chest, residual laughter still wracking her body.

Angeldust peeled his face off the ground and tried to recover from the torture as well.

"Well, I certainly hope that little lesson drilled something useful into your skulls. It's almost as if you act like children, you'll be treated as such. Thank you, Charlie for that wonderful new torture tactic." He said smiling down at his victims.

Angeldust huffed and brushed himself off as he finally stood up. "Yeah, yeah. I'm glad you found something that gets your dick hard, just remember that consent is key before you go around fucking people up. I mean look at Charlie, you practically killed her." He said, gesturing to his friend who was still lying on the floor.

The demon let out a short laugh as he looked at the girl. Alastor snapped his fingers and a glass of water appeared beside Charlie's corpse.

"Well this certainly was an entertaining bonding activity." He said, turning to Angeldust once more.

"Just remember, I won't be as forgiving the next time you decide to pull a stunt like this." The demon said, finally before making his way back down the hall.

"If you took care of that rancid breath I wouldn't have too!" Angel shouted.

"Smells better than the musk you track in after one of your little shoots!"

Angeldust flipped the demon off as he watched him disappear down the hallway.

Eh, he's got a point. He thought to himself and looked down at his friend who was still in a fetal position on the floor.

Charlie had finally caught her breath and turned over on her back. Angel crouched down to inspect the damage.

"You alive?" He asked, giving her a soft punch on her arm.

The princess just glared at him and stuck a finger in his face.

"I am never listening to your dumbass again." She declared, earning another laugh from her friend.

"Yeah, that was a bad idea."

[flaresemily]

The past rewritten itself (Qin Shi Huang)

This is actually one of my drafts that I have been keeping for a long time now so...ENJOY!!

Being an emperor has its perks. And being forced into a marriage well…that doesn't fit right. But that's what happens to Qin Shi Huang.

He doesn't really love y/n but he doesn't hate her either. Well…just imagine them as…friends yeah! Friends after all friends don't betray each other right!....right?

You were walking towards your husband's room to give him the homemade mooncake you made with the chef/baker in the kitchen.

As you get closer, you hear some…uh well what they call the unholy sounds.

You were shocked and you dropped the mooncake. Qin probably heard the thud quickly get up and rush to the ‘door’.

As he opened the ‘door’ he saw the mess on the floor and saw your figure running away.

He realizes his mistake and quickly runs after you. (after he clean himself)

From them on,you never talked to him. Making him well…obsessed on getting you to pay attention to him. (You don't know he kill the woman he slept with)

The more days passed he always saw you talking to that one guard. He was so jealous he decided to accuse you of cheating.

It was your birthday that the whole of China is celebrating.

As you were sitting there drinking. Qin Shi Huang suddenly stood up and stand In front of the others.

“My dear beloved country, I have something to announce.”

Everyone was waiting.

And finally…

“The empress is cheating on me”

A lot of ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ can be heard.

You were shocked.

That's when people started to ‘boo’ at you.

Throwing you things and insulting you.

For a few days or weeks you have mental breakdowns; he even accused you of being pregnant with another man's child.

But what he didn't expect is for you to get kidnapped and be tortured by his people. He didn't know that they were so loyal that they dared to kidnap the empress and give her a ‘taste of her own medicine’

He realizes it when one of the old couples came to his throne room and reported it to him.

He asks his guard to check your chamber. But you were nowhere to be found.

Then, he received another news that you are getting executed In front of others.

He quickly left his palace and went to the town's square.

There…the people tied you up to the poles they made just for you. They put on a small flame to burn your legs.

You were screaming and crying and begging to be let go. Trying to tell them you were innocent.

But they wouldn't listen and continue to torture you slowly and painfully.

Then, the final punishment came.

He saw what was about to happen and quickly shouted

“NO!!!”

And stab you were stabbed already. Not once….but multiple times.

And finally your eyes as if looking at him…look at him with hurtful betrayal eyes.

You love him so much and yet…this is what you get all because you just want to give him a mooncake. Then, if you didn't bring the mooncake would you still be alive?

You were left there…dying slowly as blood started to spill out of you.

He manages to get on ‘stage’ and cradle you in his arms sobbing.

“No…y/n sob don't please!” The man cried.

As the crowd begin to lessen he carries you in his arms but he was stopped by the guards who later on snatched the corpse from him.

All he can do is watch you get taken away again.

This…is what happens when you frame your own wife. Saying that she's been sleeping with a lot of men and accusing her of carrying another man's child…

When in reality…it was you (talking about himself not readers) all along.

In Valhalla

He was walking around searching for his room when he came across a beautiful woman…

She looks exactly like you.

And she was holding a child that looked exactly like him.

But the thing is, someone else wrap his arms on your waist pulling you closer.

And it was…none other than

Hades

[idksmtms]

You Are Not One Of Us (Poseidon x Norse Goddess!reader) - Part 2

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Part 1<<PART2>>>Part 3

AN: You know shit’s serious when you have to hand-write the outline for a fic in a notebook… My hands actually hurt from how furiously I typed this. I hope you enjoy it because what was the pain for??? 

Summary: The god of the sea and the goddess of love and war are falling in love, but betrayal is afoot. 

Word count: 9,713 - holy shit this is sm longer than I planned 

Trigger Warnings: she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, profanity, innuendo, age gap (even tho they both thousands of years old), god racism?? Idk they act like “foreigner gods” is a bad thing, lusting, p in v s*x, fingering, noncon voyeurism, liking the fact that he looks older (is this a warning???), (please let me know if I missed any) 

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians characters. I do not claim to own any of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians characters. I do not own any pictures used nor do I claim to do so. 

Always appreciate comments, likes, and reblogs :)

You followed Hermes around the entire flower display, oohing and aahing at the different little flowers that you wouldn’t have even noticed had he not pointed them out to you. You could feel the eyes on you again, a weight on the back of your neck but you ignored them until you had made a full turn of the flower display. You glanced in the direction of his throne, the way he sat with his right ankle over his left knee, spread wide and domineering, leaning back as if he was the picture of ‘unbothered’. But his eyes continued to follow you, and as you looked at his face, you met his gaze and time himself must have stopped the world for both of you. 

You felt like you had never taken a breath before this moment, as if this was the first time you had felt what it was like to truly feel air enter your lungs. It wasn’t just his eyes itself that did it, though the dark blue was the most beautiful colour you had ever witnessed (and knew you would ever witness). It was the way he looked at you, as if he, a god, couldn’t quite believe you existed. It made everything inside you seize up, as if each muscle had been tightened then locked and the key was to… you didn’t know what exactly. Have him hold you? Have him… have him kiss you? Gosh you had never desired a kiss so much in your life thus far. 

You slipped your arm from Hermes’ while he spoke to someone else that had come to join both of you and walked off almost in a trance. You knew exactly where you were headed though, and with careful steps made your way to stand directly in front of the god of the sea. His face did not change, but his eyes did not leave you. He looked up at you from his seat, waiting for you to speak first. 

You had once found it so easy to smile, so easy to speak and chat and spread joy with your mere presence. Standing in front of him now, you seemed to have forgotten everything you were once able to do. How does one smile? How does one speak? How does one even breathe anymore? Then, slowly, you forced yourself to gain a hold of your own mind, to banish these ludicrous thoughts to its very depths, and allowed your face to relax, the corners of your lips turning up and your eyes squinting just so. You folded your hands in front of you and bowed your head a tad in greeting. 

“Hello, I hope watching me all evening has been entertaining,” your smile turned cheeky and Poseidon raised an eyebrow as he noted the sparkle in your eye. Then he smiled, rather gently for such an imposing man, and dipped his head in a nod. 

“Forgive me, if I have made you uncomfortable.” 

“Oh not at all, who doesn’t enjoy being the centre of attention for a handsome god?” You replied, shrugging your shoulders and grinning at him. Poseidon’s brow raised again, but this time his lips quirked up in a smirk of his own. He shifted in his seat, sitting up just a tad bit straighter. 

“A handsome god? Hm, I might prefer that title more than god of the seas,” he joked, and a giggle fell from your lips before you could stop it. His smile widened at the sound, at the way it seemed to sort of fall with your breaths. “And it has been, entertaining I mean, you are rather… interesting.” You pouted jokingly at his words, stepping closer to his throne so your dress brushed his knees. 

“Just interesting? After I called you handsome?” You teased, and now it was Poseidon’s turn to chuckle, a deep sound that seemed to rumble out of his chest and made your stomach feel warm. 

“I think my true thoughts about you may not be appropriate for a first meeting,” he finally said, voice deep and more hushed than before. He looked up at you through his lashes and your entire body felt like it was sizzling. Every cell was suddenly vibrating and you thought you might pop out of existence. 

“Why would they not be appropriate?” You whispered, leaning forward even more, as if you couldn’t help but want to be closer to him. One side of his mouth pulled up in a smile and he sighed, as if it was tiring to even think of the reason. 

“I would like you to come back to Olympus, who knows how you would feel about what I am thinking.” You shivered, at the way his voice seemed to vibrate down your spine, at the darkness that began to cloud his eyes, at the desperate and sudden need to clamber onto his lap and press your lips to his that now filled your body. 

“I can guarantee you,” you began, licking your lips and leaning forward until both hands were on the armrests of his throne. “That whatever you say will have me running back even quicker.” 

Poseidon swallowed, lips parting as he sucked in a breath. Your faces were so close now, noses almost touching, and he could feel the warmth of your skin gently touch his cheeks. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. Now that you were so close, you could see the smallest flecks of gold interspersed in the dark blue of his irises, could see the grey beginning to touch the hairs on his temples. Your mouth opened, as if you were going to say more, as if you were going to kiss him- 

“Little goddess!” Loki called, and you popped up quickly, turning away in a whirl of fabric. 

You walked off to where his voice had sounded from as he beckoned you to come chat with him and Hermes once more. Poseidon watched you skip away, as if you hadn’t just been a hair’s breadth from his face. He stared at the fluttering fabric following behind you, at the glimpse of your smooth leg and the blue hair that billowed around your head, and he let out a deep breath. He looked away from the direction you had gone, only to meet eyes with Hestia and Hephaestus in the corner, smirking so teasingly that he felt his entire body begin to burn. 

You were luckier than he, for Loki and Hermes had not noticed the way you had almost fallen victim to your own innate desires and whims. Your cheeks were flushed and you pressed a cold hand to each, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath before smiling up at the two. They began speaking at you about something or other and you glanced back from the direction you had come. You met eyes with Poseidon and snapped your gaze away, cheeks starting to burn once more. 

After a performance by a few of the muses, gorging yourselves on ambrosia and the polishing off of many jugs of wine, Odin decided it was time for everyone to return to Asgard. He offered an invitation in return to Zeus and the Greek gods, that they would be welcomed to Valhalla if they ever decided to visit Asgard, and while they offered words of praise and assent and reassurance, everyone knew there would be no reciprocal visit. 

You danced the rest of the night away after your moment with the sea god, switching between the arms of Hermes, Loki, Thor and even Baldr. Poseidon had mingled with some of his nieces and nephews, but had largely remained on his throne from where he could watch you best. You were a vision, a whirl of colour, and watching you dance and laugh and just be merry seemed to soothe something in his heart. He wanted to provide it for you for the rest of eternity. 

“I hope to see you again soon,” you told Hermes as you all gathered near the bridge to say your goodbyes. “I had a wonderful time.” 

“Yes, we must meet again, perhaps you could return to Olympus for another performance of the muses?” Hermes sounded so hopeful, and you smiled and nodded jovially, excited to see another beautiful piece. It was rather unfortunate that you had such different ideas of how it would go in your heads, such different ideas of each other, in your heads. 

You waved him goodbye and began to turn away before someone cleared their throat next to you. You turned your head to see who it was, though you already had a feeling you knew. His presence could not be missed, even if one didn’t lay eyes on him. You could feel it hovering over your shoulder, the power of the seas gently brushing against your elbow as you turned to look at him. 

“It was lovely to meet you, Y/n,” his voice was quiet and you had to clench your hands together to stop your entire body from shaking like you were in a hurricane. 

“Likewise,” you answered breathily. If you even tried to continue speaking you were sure your voice would crack and you would spill words that hadn’t even been in your mind before they started coming out of your mouth. 

“I would like to offer you an invitation,” he began, looking straight into your eyes. If you didn’t know any better you might think he was actually nervous to ask this of you. Poseidon knew that if he didn’t face you head on, didn’t force it out of himself, he may never gather the courage to ask you. “A visit to one of my favoured spots on Earth, a beach that is-” 

“Yes. I would love to.” Your cheeks turned pink as you realised you hadn’t waited for him to finish his sentence but he only smiled, eyes twinkling and creased, lips thinned out. You bowed your head to try and hide your face but he just chuckled and ran a finger down your arm. As if you weren’t already filled with a fire that couldn’t be put out… You gulped, pressing your thighs together for a moment before whispering a garbled goodbye and walking away. Poseidon clenched his hand into a fist at his side. 

You had taken to strolling along the cliffs of the fjords now that you had returned from Olympus. The sound of the water far below reminded you of Poseidon, the crashing of the waves against stone on a particularly stormy day helped you think of his face, his voice. You didn’t know when he would finally set a date for the invitation, how he would get you to this favoured beach. Your anticipation was beginning to claw at you from the inside, like talons digging into the lining of your stomach when you thought of each day that had passed with no word from him. You hoped that he would find you here, so close to the sea, and you hoped he would do it quickly. It had been a week now, and you were slowly starting to lose hope. 

You walked to the very edge of the cliff and stared straight down into the water. It was almost black, capped with pure white foam as it swished against the rocky cliffs. The sound of it almost had you missing the crushing of hooves on grass behind you. You turned to find a beautiful white stallion gently trotting up to you. His coat was so pure and shiny it was almost silver. Wings sprouted from his back, beautiful and feathered that he flapped once before folding them back against his body. You stared, mouth agape, as the pegasus trotted up to you, stopping just in front of where you stood and gently snuffling his nose against your cheek. You leaned back, careful of the cliff edge, giggled at the ticklish feeling of his lips against your cheek, his hot huffed breaths fanning over your face. The stallion stepped back so you could come forward and away from the sharp drop before gently stamping his two front feet into the grass, lowering his head and the wing closest to you. You stared for a moment, hoping against hope that this was finally the fruition of the invitation, but the stallion was impatient and huffed loudly, stamping his feet harder and gesturing to his own back with a shake of his head. 

“Alright, alright,” you breathed, caressing his head and mane with a soft hand before using the edge of his wing to step up and swing yourself onto his bare back. The stallion waited until you were settled before turning away from the cliff edge and trotting back a few paces. Then he turned to it once more and began galloping right for the edge, wings unfurling and flapping into the air as the breeze picked him up and sped both of you into the sky. 

The feeling of being on the back of a pegasus as you flew through the sky was one you would not forget until the end of your days. The rush of cold air as it blew your hair behind you, the feeling of his warm coat under your legs, the sound of nothing but the flap of his wings and the howling of wind in your ears. For the first few minutes you gripped his mane but eventually you leaned back and threw your arms up into the air with a scream of joy, clinging to him only with your legs so you wouldn’t fall off. 

You weren’t sure how long you flew, eventually bending at the waist and fully laying on his back so you could watch the clear sky above you pass away in an endless screen of blue. You felt him spread his wings out and slowly begin to tip downward into a descent. You began sliding forward slightly so you sat up and you caught sight of the ocean spreading out below you, as endless as the sky. The dark lines of waves rippling just below the surface dotted the entire area, some capped with foam like it had been painted on. You could see where it ended, where the water began to lap at sand and your heart seemed to flutter with the wind. As you began to drop even closer to the ground, stomach swooping with each dip lower, you noticed a solitary figure sitting at the edge of the water, just in reach of it so it lapped at the figure’s feet. Your heart began to thunder. 

Pegasus trotted onto the beach with a thud so soft you barely felt it. Sand kicked up under his hooves and you felt the grit against the skin of your feet and legs. You felt giddy, clenching your legs tighter around the stallion as you approached the figure, happy that your dress had enough fabric to still cover your legs though you rode the winged horse. He stood as you approached, brushing off his linen pants. You could see that the hems were drenched in water and it made a tingle of warmth settle in your heart. 

Poseidon smiled as Pegasus stopped just in front of him, bowing his head to the king of the seas and unfolding one of his wings so you could use it to step down. You swung your leg over, using one delicate foot on the edge of his wing to hop down in a flurry of fabric. You were barefoot already, and you instantly began spreading your toes into the warm sand, sighing at the feeling of it between your toes. He waited until the horse had trotted away to find its own entertainment before stepping closer and reaching out to hold your hand. 

He had been desperate to feel your skin, to know if your hands were soft or you had callouses on the tips of your fingers from your sword fighting. Even just the hint he had gotten from touching your arm on Olympus had been enough to drive him wild. He wanted to know the warmth of your skin like he knew his own. 

You smiled shyly, dropping your head to stare at the sand, but threaded your fingers through his, as if the thought of letting go was simply impossible. His hands were rough, but not unpleasantly so, and you thought they would feel amazing on your skin in other places. You stepped closer to him, so that if you moved any closer your bodies would be pressed together, and looked up into his eyes. He smelled like a fresh ocean breeze, like the salt of the sea and something so intoxicating that you wanted to press your nose into his neck and inhale. 

Poseidon loved the feeling of your little hand in his own, your fingers (which he discovered were soft despite your skill with a sword) fit perfectly between his own, your palm pressed right to his, your pulse points brushing together. With his other hand, he reached up and dug his fingers into your hair, moving it back so it draped over your shoulder, so he could slip his fingers through the strands and feel each one caress his hand. You closed your eyes, leaning into the feeling of his hand and sighed happily. 

“I’m glad you came,” he told you quietly, caressing your cheek with his thumb. 

“I’m glad you invited me,” you replied, voice hushed as you turned your head to kiss the tip of his thumb gently before tipping your head back to stare into his eyes once more. He was mesmerised, drunk on your presence, lost to you. 

You giggled then, a small girlish thing that made a smile break out on his lips and made him feel giddy. He had not felt giddy in aeons. You turned to the ocean and tugged on his hand, beginning to walk along the beach, your feet splashing in the surf. 

“Did you know that the ocean is my favourite place in all the realms?” You told him, quirking up your brow teasingly as you kicked some of the water into the air, watching the droplets sparkle in the sunlight. Poseidon just watched you, watched every movement, hoping he wouldn’t miss a single thing you did. He saw your dress ride up your leg, expose the smooth skin, and he wanted to push it up even further, to tear it off of you completely and see you bare. “Even before we met, they were my favourite. I often go swimming in the water of the fjords, it is the perfect temperature in the summer months. You should join me,” you shrugged, smirking as you walked slightly away from him, stretching your arms out so you could still hold his hand while you waded further into the water until the hem of your dress was soaked and the waves lapped halfway up your calves. 

“I would be delighted,” he breathed out in that deep voice of his that had your insides turning to mush. You wanted to feel his voice. Was that even possible? You wanted to feel it inside you, through you, to merge it into your skin. Maybe you were cursed… 

Both of you continued walking along the shoreline, occasionally wading deeper or shallower but always touching the water. You talked of home, of Valhalla and the fjords, of your brothers and parents, of Loki and his stories. You told him all you could about yourself and then some, whispering words you had never dared to admit to yourself. In return he listened, offered stories of his own realm in the sea, of the histories of the gods of his own pantheon, of Greece itself. He told you of the existential dread he had begun to feel before you had fluttered into his life, how everything had felt just bearable before you. He would speak forever if it meant you looked at him the way you did, eyes wide, lips just slightly parted, drinking in everything he had to say. 

You walked until the sun began to set and your voices began to drip away because of how much you had spoken. You stared at the darkening edges of the sky and knew you would need to return home so as not to worry Odin and Frigg. You stopped in the water, the waves lapping at your knees and your toes digging into the soft sand under the water. You turned to face him, reaching to hold his other hand as well and smiling up at him. 

“You have given me the best day I have ever experienced in a thousand years of existence,” you told him, biting your lip as you caressed the backs of his hands with your thumbs. “I hope to see you again soon.” 

“Of course,” he gripped your hands tighter, pulling you in close until your chests pressed together. He leant down so your noses brushed together and your lips parted as you sucked in a breath. 

“Are your thoughts about me still too inappropriate to tell?” You whispered, and you could feel his lips brush yours with every word. 

“Even more so,” he breathed out, his voice fanning over your lips. 

“I would gamble that mine are worse,” your voice was becoming breathy and raspy, throat suddenly dry as you gulped. 

“I would doubt that very much,” he replied, pressing his body impossibly closer. You could feel him crowding you, the way he seemed to surround you with his broad shoulders and thick arms and you shivered, stomach muscles pulsing. 

“Tell me one, the most appropriate, I suppose,” you joked, a slight glint in your eyes. 

“I could not live without you. If you were to be taken from me, I would not need the humans to die out for my existence to cease,” and as you gasped, he brought his lips to meet yours. 

You tasted sweet, like the freshest pomegranate, or the softest date in the bowl. He pressed his mouth more firmly against yours, kissing you like it was impossible not to continue after he had done it once. His beard rubbed against your cheeks, soft yet coarse, tickling your skin. You gasped into his mouth, reaching up to grasp the back of his neck and pull yourself up a little. His lips felt like softened butter, and you opened your mouth to allow his tongue to plunge in. You moaned, a sound you had never made before, and pressed yourself to his body like a cat to its owner's leg. He huffed against your mouth, groaning and grunting as if he couldn’t control the animal inside of him. 

You kissed again, and again, and again, until your lungs were burning, until your cheeks were rubbed raw and your thighs hurt from clenching them together. You pulled away from his lips, eyes still closed, and were hit with a wave of water up to your face. You squealed and opened your eyes, not realising that the water had begun to rush around the both of you, waves pushing and pulling the shore so harshly that foam was left behind on the sand. The skirt of your dress was soaked and heavy, hanging like a weight from your shoulders. Your feet had succumbed to the sand and it took some strength to pull them out. You stared at the god of the seas, and he had the decency to look sheepish as he dried your dress and led you back to Pegasus. All you could do was laugh and laugh until your stomach hurt. 

Ever since you had kissed the god of the seas, you had thought of nothing else. Every crevice of your mind was filled with him, the sight of him, the smell of him, the sound of him. You heard his grunts as you tried to sleep, saw his face as you tried to wash. You seemed to be a goddess of curses too, because if this was love, then it was a curse upon anyone who experienced it. How was anyone supposed to live when all they thought of was the person they loved?

But today would be better. Today would be better because Hermes had invited you to watch a theatre piece by the muses, which would mean a trip to Olympus. Which would mean seeing your beloved. You had talked Odin and Frigg’s ears off the night before about how much you had loved Olympus, how glad you were to go again, and they had smiled at you like amused parents. 

As you entered Olympus, you felt a bit nervous. You hadn’t been alone the last time, and now as you walked across the bridge and into the gardens between the palaces, you felt all the eyes on you. People stared as you walked in, looking for Hermes or even Poseidon. Wind spirits whispered, minor gods chuckled behind their hands, and you felt your cheeks begin to burn before you caught sight of your friend. 

“Hello, hello!” He called, waving as he made his way around a group of cloud spirits carrying dinner plates. You giggled and waved back, hopping the few steps to meet him. 

“Thank you for inviting me! I really enjoyed myself before,” you told him, and he smiled brightly, brushing it off with a wave of his hand. 

“I enjoyed your company, I am glad to have you back,” he told you, a pink tinge to his cheeks, but you just laughed and slapped him on the arm. 

“Where do we need to go?” You asked as you began to look around, not so secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of your sea god. 

“Just this way,” and Hermes began leading you toward the large lawn they used for performances by the muses.

You seemed to watch Olympus with such wide eyes, gasping and squealing at every little thing that was unfamiliar to you, and Hermes felt like his heart was no longer his own. He wanted to cut it out of his chest and offer it to you on a silver platter if it would make you happy. 

He led you to where seats had been set up for anyone to come and watch the muses perform. It was one of many they did, so people would most likely come and go, with a few who had more time on their hands bothering to stay the entire time. You chose seats right near the front and were settling in just as the performance began. Hermes mentioned that it had been written by Thalia and Melpomene together, so it was bound to be both funny and tragic. You nodded happily, then pressed a hand to his mouth to shush him as the muses made their way onto the stage and began to speak. You were enraptured the entire time, and by the end of the piece you had laughed and cried so many times that your cheeks were red and your eyes were puffy. Your face hurt from smiling and your eyes hurt from crying but you would not have traded that time for anything. 

“So I assume that you enjoyed it?” Hermes asked hopefully. You nodded vigorously, going off on a tangent about the different pieces of dialogue and the setting and the way you had cried when Melpomene had lay down to die. 

“HERMES!” A voice boomed, and he let out such a weary sigh that you almost began to cry for him. His face had dropped and he looked at you in sorrow, shaking his head before mumbling a few curse words to himself. 

“I’m so sorry, dearest, but I must run off for a few moments. Duty calls,” and with a flap of his shoes, he was off to go find out what message his father had for him to deliver now. You stared after him for a moment before laughing quietly to yourself and turning on your heel to see if you could find your sea god up here or you would have to throw yourself into the ocean for his company. 

It seemed to be that if you thought of him, he appeared, because it was right then that your sea god appeared in your vision, walking up to you with a subdued smile on his face. You would never stop being thankful for the fact that you were the only one who got to see the smiles that took up his whole face. 

“Well hello stranger,” you singsonged, trying to suppress your smirk but your mouth still twisting just so to the side. 

“What is a norse goddess doing on Olympus?” He asked teasingly, leaning in close to you and gently running a finger down the bare skin of your arm. You shivered, shoulders shaking, and he chuckled. “I want to show you something, join me?” And you said yes without an ounce of hesitation, Hermes forgotten. 

When Hermes returned from being yelled at by his father about sending a message to some hero who was beginning to get too big for britches, he couldn’t find you. He searched around the stage area and through some of the nearby gardens to no avail. Then, just as he had finally convinced himself that you had returned to Asgard, he spotted the end of your dress disappearing in the distance. He began to call out to you but just as the sound began to come out, it died in his throat as he noticed the hand you placed on his uncle’s arm, the smile you shot up at him as both of you walked away. What could you possibly have to do with Poseidon? Hermes began to follow. 

You allowed Poseidon to lead you wherever it is he wanted to, just happy to be in his company. You chattered his ear off about the play, explaining every detail that had mesmerised you, and he just listened with a growing smile. To have you here, by his side, just speaking to him was better than he could have imagined. He understood now why the humans valued their marriages so much. He wanted all of that with you.

You crossed through a patch of trees and found cliffs facing you, rising so sharply that the only way to get up them would be to fly. Poseidon led you to a little crack in the imposing wall, covered by long hanging vines that crawled up the cliffs. It would be extremely difficult to spot the little entrance, to note the difference in those vines compared to those on the cliffs, but it was the only place where they hung off of the cliff rather than clinging onto it. He pushed through the wall of leaves and stems, holding it open for you. He held your hand as you walked through the little cave entrance and you clenched it tightly when you saw what was at the other end. 

A beautiful lake, not too large but not too small, with crystalline waters as still as a statue. It was bordered by large boulders that would be easy to clamber onto and rest on to bathe in the sun. Beyond the boulders there were trees completely surrounding it, enclosing the space. You stared into the lake’s waters, and realised you could see all the way to the bottom. There were rocks, smooth and huge like the boulders, all along the bottom. Little water plants sprouted between them and in the cracks and the little buds made you smile and laugh breathily. You turned back to your lover, staring at him with such reverence that he had to look away. It was the most beautiful place you had ever seen. And now it was your place, just for the two of you, together. 

You walked to him until your chests pressed together and you kissed him sweetly, the sound of your lips sticking together fluttering into the quiet air. He smiled into it, opening his mouth and delving his tongue into yours, the feeling of his beard against your cheeks and upper lip almost tickling. He slipped his hands down your back, grasping your behind, but you giggled and pulled away before he could properly get his hands on it. He groaned, low and deep and annoyed but you just continued laughing before stepping away from him and near a low rock. You stared into his eyes, face serious, as you began to untie the straps that held your dress over your shoulders. Your cheeks were flushed, and nerves made your hands shake, but you continued until one strap was untied. It slipped down your back and your chest, stopping just on top of your breast. You reached for the other, untying it but not letting it go, bringing it down with your hand and allowing the dress to slowly slip down your body. It exposed your chest first, goosebumps popping up on your breasts before your nipples tightened and began to pebble. Poseidon’s eyes were locked on you, his breath shallow and his entire body tightening. He could feel the blood rushing in his veins, could feel the heat suddenly clinging to his skin, and he gulped, clenching his hands as he watched you lower the dress further, expose your stomach, your pussy, then drop it to the floor. Both of you let out shaky breaths as he stared at you, at the ravenous look in his eyes. It almost hurt to breathe, to move, but you forced yourself to walk into the water, looking back over your shoulder as you stepped into the water. He stared at your back, at the muscles in your legs as you walked, at the round backside that tempted him like nothing else. 

You immersed yourself in the water until only your head was above it, your arms and legs swishing slowly to keep you up. You stared at him like a siren, eyelids fluttered low and eyes hazy, lustful. You licked your lips, those precious lips that tasted better than ambrosia, and he lifted the shirt over his head, slipping his thumbs into the hem of his pants and pushing it down. You traced your eyes over the defined muscles of his abdomen, at the thick flesh that formed his arms, strong and fierce and so so perfect. His thighs were wide, strong, defined with muscle, and you had never desired to sit on a person before this moment. He was truly a god. 

His skin was slightly bronzey with pinkish undertones, and you wanted to run your hands over every inch of it. You stared at him, at his cock, and you clenched your thighs together so hard at the pangs of pure lust that hit you that you almost went under. He was… he was what desire looked like. He was thick, and long, and a red colour that made it look almost painful. You wanted to soothe that ache. 

You continued treading water, waiting for him to follow after you, and he did, splashing into the water with a lot less care than you had. You would have giggled, but he was on you so quickly, wrapping his arms around you and caging you against his body. He was warm, even in the water, and his muscles were firm. You reached up to kiss him, to let him lave his tongue inside your mouth to his heart’s content as you pressed one hand to his cheek and felt his beard beneath your fingers. Your arms came up to wrap around his neck, pressing you as close as physically possible to him. You would jump into his skin if you could. You wrapped your legs around his waist and gasped when his member pressed to the sensitive skin of your core. 

You had felt the slickness even before you had entered the lake, the way it made your lips slide against each other and made walking a chore. You had felt the squish of it against your inner thighs, warm and wet and so desperate for Poseidon to ease the ache it ebbed from. He brought his hand down to the apex of your thighs as he moved away from your lips, kissing over your cheek and down to your neck. He pressed it with kisses, laved it with licks, and you quivered in his arms as he began gently touching you between your legs. 

His fingers were hesitant at first, softly prodding at your lips before slipping between them and pressing the little nub right at the top. You jolted, moaning into the air at the electric feeling. You had never felt like this before, had never felt pleasure so deep. He rubbed it, pressing and releasing, pressing and releasing. You quivered in his arms, shook and whimpered as your thighs and arms clenched tighter around him. Poseidon breathed heavily into your neck, licking your shoulder and biting it softly as he pressed a finger into you, pushing past the initial tension of your entrance to press another of his fingers inside and against your walls. 

You were so warm. Hotter than the waters of phlegethon, and his movements hurried. He wanted to be inside you, to sink himself to the very hilt and lavish in the heat and wetness you provided. His fingers pumped in and out of you so quickly that the water around you began to slosh and splash. The way his hands rubbed your insides felt like little fires had been started inside your body and the only way to survive was to let them burn everything to ash. It built and built, your breaths getting heavier, moans getting louder, hands clenching tighter. Then you were cresting the pleasure, reaching its peak, shaking and forcing your body onto his hand as much as you could, relishing the press of his knuckles against your entrance, his thumb against the little nub at the top. 

You panted into his neck, laying your head down on his shoulder as all your muscles released and you felt like you were made of cloud mist, held together only by his grip on you. But Poseidon didn’t slow down, just pulled his fingers out of you and spread your thighs a little wider. You groaned, shifting your body, but he just quietly shushed you, rubbing your back and allowing you to settle in his arms again before pressing his cock to your entrance. You gulped, pressing yourself down so he would finally be inside you, so you would finally know what it was like to be joined as one. He groaned, loud and monstrous as he pressed fully into you. You gripped him so tightly that he forgot how to breathe, knowing nothing but the heat surrounding his cock and the whimpers you breathed against his ear. Your nails dug into his shoulders and he bit down onto your neck, a little harder this time. You keened, moving your hips, hoping for something, anything. He shifted his hips, and the drag of his veins against your walls made a high-pitched moan wail from your lips. It was like being shot through with electricity, like every limb was paralysed and forced to feel the sudden shocks that emanated from your core. 

Poseidon began to move in rhythm, pushing and pulling his hips, addicted to the rub of your walls. He couldn’t see, couldn’t hear past the rushing in his ears. All he knew was you, pressed against his body, your walls clamped around him, your thighs shaking as you tried to hold on. 

Again and again and again. His thrusts became harder and harder, erratic, his pelvis squishing your nub every time he came back inside you. One of his feet dug into the sand and the other pressed against the rock that followed the sand. He used it to keep his balance, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up and down his member. You lay close to limp in his arms, letting the pleasure rock over you, through you. 

He was close, so close. Electricity ran up his spine, down to his toes. He could feel it building, his stomach tightening. His cock felt too hard, too ready to explode, and with one more push inside you, he was there, bursting. He roared into the air, mouthing at your neck as sparks shot through him and his hips rutted into you without control. You could feel it twitching inside you, spurting inside you, the sudden warmth that flowed down your walls and disappeared into the water. You pulled back from his shoulder and kissed him fiercely, mouth open and cheeks hurting against his beard. Somewhere on earth, an earthquake shook a city. 

Hermes had trailed a little too far when following you, and couldn’t figure out how both of you had disappeared through the rockface. He had heard your voices, had heard the quiet way they dissipated as if you had been walking away. He pressed on the cliffs in all sorts of places, contemplating if both of you had actually dared attempt to climb the menacing cliffs, when he heard a splash. He followed it to the vines, to the entrance to the lake, and snuck through. He walked until the edge of the cave-like passageway, sticking close to the walls. He peeked through, and saw the clothes on the floor, your dress in a heap near the edge of a boulder. Something thick and sticky filled his stomach and began to climb toward his throat. He dropped close to the floor and crawled into the sanctuary, hiding behind the boulders until he could view the lake from behind one of them. 

The sight of you clinging to his uncle, wet arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him like you were desperate, droplets of water on your face as it contorted in pleasure even while you pressed your mouth to Poseidon’s, made Hermes close his eyes and sit back against the boulder. He had seen Poseidon’s hands below the water, gripping your waist, pressing it to his own. He had heard the gasps you let out between kisses, the little moans in reply to Poseidon’s grunts. He wanted to gag. He pressed a hand to his mouth, clenched his eyes shut and pressed his head between his knees. This couldn’t be real. What he was seeing, what he was still hearing, couldn’t be real. A black anger, venomous and seething, like something he had never felt before, filled his belly. It was vicious, eating through his flesh, whispering hatred in his ears. He wanted to scream, to jump into the water and rip his uncle to shreds, to throw you off the side of Olympus. His hands began to shake and he pressed them to his ears to drown out the sounds of your coupling. His fingers dug into his hair and he pulled it until it felt like it was on the verge of being ripped out. He needed vindication. He deserved vindication. 

Hermes sat there until his breath was closer to normal, then crawled back out the way he came. He stood outside the entrance to the lake and whispered curses at the both of you. His entire body felt red hot and he trembled with his anger. He stomped back toward the palace, scheming and trying to fit pieces together in his mind of what would hurt the both of you most. He wanted you dead. He wanted you gone. You were the reason this awful thing sat in his heart, this parasite that was eating him alive. The only way to do that was to get Zeus to kill you. It was the only answer. 

Hermes’s walk began to slow as he approached the main courtyard, as he saw the paths that wound around the main palace and noticed the side door that allowed the cloud spirits in and out. It all fell together in his head. A small smile of relief made its way onto his lips. Yes, yes, it was all falling into place. It would be easy, too easy. And what would make Zeus angrier than his lightning bolt going missing? 

As you began to walk back from the lake, the only hint of your adventure being the wet tips of your hair and the slightest limp in your walk, you could hear the sound of rushing and yelling and thunder. Instantly you were on guard, body seizing up and eyes turning serious. Poseidon walked a little faster, staying just ahead of you as you entered the main courtyard of Olympus and headed into the castle where the commotion seemed to be coming from. 

“WHO HAS STOLEN IT?! ANSWER ME. WHICH ONE OF YOU DARE STEAL FROM YOUR KING?” You could hear Zeus clear as day even before you entered the throne room, staring at the morose pantheon as you walked in behind Poseidon. When Zeus noticed the new entries, he whirled on his brother and shoved a finger in his face. “Was it you? Jealous of my power, my position?” 

“What has happened?” Poseidon asked, though an anger suddenly seethed in his stomach at the fire in his brother’s eyes and the finger pointed at his face. 

“MY LIGHTNING BOLT HAS BEEN STOLEN!” Zeus screamed into the air, pacing in the middle of the gods as they all stood just in front of their thrones. 

Hades turned to look at the both of you, Persephone clutched tight under his arm, and he shook his head as if to tell you to stay silent. Hephaestus and Hestia stood next to each other, arms brushing together and eyeing Zeus critically, as if this madness could only have been brought on by his own doing. You pursed your lips and shifted to stand hidden behind your lover. 

“Confess. Right now. Who has stolen it?” Zeus spat, eyeing each of the gods who only looked away from his piercing gaze. 

Poseidon noted the way Hermes glanced toward you, at the edges of your hair dripping onto your dress and leaving watermarks on your shoulders and back. His eyes were hard like onyx, and something akin to cruelty seemed to hide behind his face, the set of his mouth, but he passed it off as annoyance at his father. Ares noted you standing beside his uncle, and a frown overtook his face. 

“She is not of Olympus, is it a coincidence that she is here and the lightning bolt has been stolen?” He voiced, pointing at you. Everyone turned to stare at you and your heart jumped into your throat. You began to shake your head, holding your hands up in surrender. 

“No, this has nothing to do with me, I was nowhere near the palace,” you began desperately, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing to try and figure out how to appease them. 

“She was with me, and we were far from here. She did not do this,” Poseidon’s voice was like a crack of lightning, truly a competition for his brother. 

“You could’ve had someone else help you,” Zeus thundered, ignoring his brother and continuing to glare daggers at you now that the seed of doubt had been planted. “Return it at once.” “But I don’t have it! How am I supposed to return something I have not stolen?!” You cried desperately, tears now threatening your eyes. 

“You refuse? Fine. You will be seized until the lightning bolt has been returned to its rightful place,” and before anyone could even take a breath, a glowing circle surrounded the floor around you and you disappeared in a flash of lightning, transported to something akin to a jail cell on the far side of Mount Olympus. 

As you cried in the room of pure white, no door to leave through, the walls impenetrable to even your magic, the gods in Asgard received a message of the accusation lodged against you. Odin, though fuming, worried more for your safety, and sent an envoy of ravens to tell of their incoming arrival on Olympus to discuss these events. All the norse gods begged to accompany him, to aid in avenging their princess, but he only enlisted the help of Loki, knowing of your friendship with the Jotunn and that the trickster would be good help in getting out of a sticky situation. 

On Olympus, Hermes watched you curl up in a corner of the room, cheeks stained with tears and eyes red, and guilt began to fill his heart. He had felt angry, vindictive, when he saw you kiss the god of the seas. But knowing that he had hurt you felt so much worse than any of that. He hated that you had chosen Poseidon, that you refused to love him back, but he hated this burning in his heart, this venomous, evil blackness that seemed to tinge his very insides as he listened to your quiet sobs. He didn’t want to hurt you, not like this. Though it felt too late to have this realisation, he knew he could do at least one thing to begin making it right. 

Zeus sat on his throne, fuming. Lightning crackled in the sky, winds blew so fiercely that the humans had boarded themselves into their houses or sat at the altars of his temple, praying for his forgiveness. He would kill you. He would kill you and retrieve the bolt and send your divine corpse back to Odin and his people as a lesson. 

Poseidon had been lost as to what to do next, he had already yelled at his brother, threatened war, interrogated almost all his nephews and nieces to no avail. He had even gotten on his knees in front of Zeus’s throne, swallowed his pride and begged his brother to believe him, to believe that you were innocent. Nothing. He had eventually fallen onto his throne, glaring daggers at his brother as his nieces and nephews whispered among themselves around the throne room, looking between him and Zeus. Hades, finally having let go of Persephone and ushering her to find her mother and a safe garden to stay in until he came and got her, made his way to stand behind Poseidon. He didn’t say a word, knowing his brother didn’t need to hear anything right now, and just placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Poseidon did not move. 

The doors to the throne room burst open for the second time that day and Hermes ran in, the wings on his shoes still fluttering. He skidded to a stop just in front of Zeus’s throne, huffing out “father!” as he bent at the waist to catch his breath. All the gods turned to stare, Zeus raising an eyebrow as he stared contemptuously down at his son. Poseidon sat forward. 

“I found the lightning bolt!” Hermes huffed, holding out the bolt to his father. A gasp floated around the room as they all stared at the buzzing lightning bolt in his hand. Zeus leaned over and snatched it out of Hermes’ hands, holding onto it so tightly that if it had been anything else it would have been crushed into dust. 

“Where did you find it, son?” Zeus asked, eyes still on the lightning bolt. 

“On Earth, father, thrown into the mountains of Rhodope,” he sighed, eyes flitting around to the other gods. They began to murmur, frowns marring their faces as they wondered how in the world the lightning bolt had ended up in the Rhodope mountains. 

Zeus stared at his son, his gaze like stone, until the younger god looked away. Then he sighed and snapped his fingers so the bolt returned to its place and clapped his hands, a smile now on his face. 

“Dionysus! This is now a celebration! Bring wine, the lightning bolt has returned,” and he began bellowing with laughter. Some of the gods joined in, tittering awkwardly, and Hera sighed so heavily and with such annoyance that even Zeus shifted away from the side which bordered her throne. 

Poseidon stared at all that had just happened, at the relieved smile on Hermes’ face and the way Zeus was already back to joking with Ares. Anger, hot and boiling, seethed inside of him and he stood abruptly from his throne, glaring at his brother then heading for the door. He couldn’t be in here any longer while his love was trapped in some prison surely made to torture her very soul. Just as he reached the doors, they burst open once more and Odin stormed in, cloak billowing behind him as he marched up to Zeus’s throne. 

“Where is my daughter?” He demanded, mouth set in an angry line. 

“In my prison, she is accused of stealing my lightning bolt,” Zeus answered in an equally thunderous voice, standing and looking down at the man. 

“Release her at once, she did no such thing.” 

“How do you know? She appears in Olympus, the only outsider, and then my lightning bolt goes missing. This does not seem like a coincidence to me,” Zeus raised an eyebrow as he stared at Odin, daring the god to rebuke him. Odin opened his mouth as if he was about to argue but closed it and sighed, taking a deep breath in to gather his words. 

“Release my daughter. Please,” he gritted out. “My people will never interact with yours again, will never step foot near Olympus again as long as you release her.” Zeus and Poseidon stared at Odin, one contemplating, the other heartbroken. Zeus nodded, standing from his throne and holding out his hand to Odin.

“It is agreed. Neither of our peoples will step foot in the other’s lands, will interact with the other, for the safety of our people,” Zeus’s voice was stoic, and he waited until Odin had nodded in return and slipped his hand into his own. They shook twice and Zeus snapped his fingers, turning his back on Odin to return to his throne. 

“My daughter? Where is she?” Odin snapped, glaring daggers into Zeus’s back.

“Oh, you will find her outside with your trickster,” Zeus waved his hand in the air, voice unbothered, and Odin disappeared with a flash. 

Poseidon fell back into his throne, all the air gone from his lungs. He stared at the spot where Odin had stood, where reality seemed to have collapsed, and a choked sound left his mouth. The promise still rang in his ears, the promise of separation, the promise of never seeing his love again until the day he was forgotten and disappeared into the dust. He clenched the arm so harshly that it broke off, and the other gods in the room turned to stare at him. He threw it onto the floor, cracking the marble, and disappeared, leaving only the scent of the sea in his wake. 

At the base of Mount Olympus, Loki waited for something to happen, whether it be Odin returning with you or a call to fight. He paced in the dirt, murmuring threats of violence to himself, all the things he would do if you weren’t returned in an instant. And then, in a flash of light, there you were, kneeling in the dirt, dress torn, hair damp, and tears tracking down your cheeks. You stared around yourself as if you couldn’t truly believe you were no longer surrounded with nothingness. You pressed your hands into the dirt, feeling the mud squelch under your fingers and took a deep breath in, beginning to laugh happily. Being a goddess, you were so quick to take freedom for granted, you realised. 

You stared up at Loki, a wide smile on your face when Odin appeared beside him in a flash of light. There was relief in his eyes, but something else too. Something akin to worry. 

“Father! I promise, I promise, I did not steal that lightning bolt,” you began, pressing your hands together as your face fell. 

“I know, little goddess, I know,” he soothed, patting the top of your head as you began to weep with relief. “But whoever has done this has caused consequences far beyond your imprisonment. From henceforth, we are not to speak with, to be near any of the gods of that pantheon,” he told you, smiling sympathetically down at you as your face fell. 

“What?” 

“I know you enjoyed Olympus, you had made friends with those gods, but it is the only solution, the best agreement,” and with another pat to your head he disappeared back to Valhalla. 

You sat there, staring up at the sky where the clouds gathered to hide Olympus, as your head filled with… everything. You wanted to scream, to march up there and demand they let you in, let you see your lover. How could they do this? Accuse you of this, then rip him away from you? Your entire body began to quiver and you let out a scream from deep inside you. It was shrill and so loud that even the gods in the throne room paused at a distant sound of pain that reached their ears. 

Loki walked over and knelt down in the dirt next to you, gently caressing your hair as you wailed into the air. It was the sound of an animal hurt, of a baby crying for its mother, of a lover separated. He whispered gently into your ear, promises of an eternity to recover, of lands yet to explore, of anything he could think of that may calm your screaming. Slowly, you stopped screaming and began sniffling, hiccuping with remnant sobs, and saying “no, no, no,” over and over again. 

“They cannot take him from me. They will not.” 

“Remember the story I told you, little goddess?” Loki asked, a frown marring his face as he looked down at you. 

“I will not be like them,” you whimpered, lips quivering in anger and frustration, “I do not intend to lose.” And you stood from the dusty ground, dress ripped and torn, hair in disarray, mud splatters on your face, and pointed a finger toward Mount Olympus, a vow whispered on your lips. 

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Meet me in the afterglow

Jamie Tartt x f!reader

Words: 2,7k

Warnings: language, a bit of angst (with a happy ending this time)

A/n: part 2 for Tell me that I’m all you want 🫢

Jamie has never been more excited for the pre-season. The weather in London is delightful today, the sun is shining and the temperature is at that perfect level of warmth where it doesn’t feel too hot. He’s back at Nelson Road Stadium, right where he belongs. No funny business this year. Jamie’s smiling cheerfully as he’s walking down the very familiar corridors, holding a cup holder with two cups of coffee in his hand. He strides into your office, and you smile brightly at him, putting your work aside and giving Jamie your full attention. You happily slip back into your routine.

Jamie had barely seen you during the off-season. If you weren’t working, you were somewhere away with Jason. You’d been to, like, four different countries in five weeks, living your best life. Vacation definitely suits you – you look so radiant and well-rested. Your hair is wavier than usual, your skin is glowing, and your posture is relaxed. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?

“I’ve missed this,” you say after fifteen minutes of chatter and giggles, and Jamie grins at you. “Almost as much as I missed this,” you add, smugly bringing the coffee cup to your lips. Jamie rolls his eyes but laughs nevertheless. God, he missed this too.

The blissful happiness doesn’t last long. Jamie doesn’t care much about what people say on the Internet, even if it’s everyone predicting that Richmond will get relegated again because it’s just poop-eh, yeah?

But then there’s something else.

“Did you know that Roy and Keeley broke up?” Jamie all but burst into your office.

You mimic zipping your mouth and throwing away the key.

“Oh, come on!” Jamie flops on the chair in front of you and sighs dramatically.

You shrug, unaffected. “How’s Roy doing?”

“Well, I promised not to say anything either!” Jamie crosses his arms determinedly.

Jamie doesn’t know whether it’s a lawyer thing or just a you thing, but he’s pretty sure that one stern look from you can make him spill all of his deepest secrets. So, predictably, you just raise one eyebrow, and it’s enough convincing for him to start talking.

After a short conversation, you agree that it’s a sad turn of events because Roy and Keeley were really good together.

“You and Jason are good?” Jamie asks because it feels fitting. He’s somewhat made peace with the fact that you’re in love with someone else. As long as you’re happy.

“Yeah, we’re good,” you smile.

It only gets worse from there.

Jamie is in your office the first thing after he hears that Zava might be joining the team because if someone knew anything about signing a new player, that would be you. You say that it’s just something that Rebecca wants, but it is very unlikely to happen. That is, until it does.

“Who the fuck signs a contract with ‘you’re welcome’?!”

Usually Jamie doesn’t like it when you’re mad, but nothing is more comforting for him than knowing that he has your support in his disliking for Zava. He becomes almost a permanent resident at your office. Every day, it’s “Zava this” and “Zava that”. Reminds you of the time when Roy first rejoined Richmond as a coach and refused to coach Jamie…

On the upside, Richmond is on a four-week winning streak. Like Zava or not, you’ve gotta admit that he is a hella good player. Before you can even finish that sentence out loud, the look on Jamie’s face is one of full-on betrayal. You roll your eyes, the fragile male ego.

“At least I'm still your favorite player,” Jamie declares self-assuredly.

“I'm sorry, at what point did I ever say that you are my favorite player?” you sneer at him, crossing your arms.

“It’s implied!”

“Aah,” you nod in faux agreement.

“So who is it then? It can’t be Zava.” Jamie will jump off a cliff.

“Lewandowski.”

Jamie shrugs, “Fair enough, he’s fucking great. I can be second after him.”

“See, that’s funny, because I don’t remember saying that you’re my second favorite either,” you say with an amused smile on your face.

“Oh, fuck off!”

Things haven’t been going really well for Richmond ever since that match against West Ham, they haven’t won a match for four weeks now. Needless to say, it was a little bit depressing. There is something else bothering Jamie, though. You’ve been acting weird lately, distant. You weren’t at the match last week, you told Jamie you couldn't hang out twice in one week, and when the third time you finally agreed, it seemed like your mind was somewhere else the whole evening. He gets that you want to spend time with your boyfriend, but Jamie wants some scraps of your time too! It takes you hours to reply to his texts, and even when he comes to your office during the day, it feels like even having a simple conversation with Jamie costs you effort. You just seem tired in general.

Jamie has been quietly sitting in your office for five minutes, waiting for you to finish whatever it is you are so busy doing. Not knowing what to do, he takes your coffee cup and takes a sip.

He grimaces in disgust. “What is this?!”

“Triple espresso,” you answer without looking away from your laptop.

No milk, no syrups, no joy, nothing.

“That’s disgusting.”

“Then don’t drink it,” you snatch the cup back.

“Not getting enough sleep?” Jamie smirks and wiggles his eyebrows at you.

The look on your face just screams that you don’t find it funny one bit and can’t wait to be done with this conversation.

Jamie’s shoulders slump, “Are you mad at me?”

“For what, hurting my coffee’s feelings?”

“I don’t know! But you’ve been acting weird! You always say you’re busy, you don’t reply to my texts, you don’t make fun of my outfit choices, and I wore a jacket with shorts yesterday.”

“The fact that you know that it’s something I would make fun of you for means that my job here is done.”

“It was raining for the whole day two days in a row, and you didn’t even complain!”

“It’s London, it’s always raining.”

“And you always complain!” He’s got a point there.

Jamie looks genuinely worried, and you didn't mean to upset him at all. You sigh weary. “It’s not you. It’s just– I needed some me-time.” Jamie keeps looking at you, waiting for you to continue. “Jason and I broke up.”

Well, that was unexpected. Jamie doesn’t really know what to say. His previous attempt at post-breakup comforting wasn’t exactly successful.

“What happened?”

“Nothing happened,” you say apathetically. “Sometimes people are just not right for each other.”

“I thought you guys were great.”

“Yeah, me too,” there’s a very bittersweet tone to your voice.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Jamie gets the hint. There’s only one thing that he wants to know anyway. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” That doesn’t sound very convincing even for yourself, and judging by Jamie’s skeptical look, it doesn’t for him either. “I will be,” you rectify, feeling a lot more sincere now.

His own selfish feelings aside, Jamie never really wished for you and Jason to break up (well, maybe except for the first, like, two weeks), and with you clearly being upset about it, Jamie doesn’t have it in him to feel pleased or hopeful about the fact. What you need right now is a friend, and that’s exactly what he’s going to be.

It’s fascinating how healing a good girls night can be because a week and two hours of screaming Taylor Swift songs later, you were terribly hungover but feeling like a whole new person. Luckily for you, your boss was one of the said girls, so after lunch, the two of you decided that there was no work that required your immediate attention and was worth all that suffering and, with a clear conscience, went home.

The loss against Man City was pretty bad. Especially considering that Zava left the team. And the sport in general… Jamie wasn’t so upset about this, but you weren’t particularly excited about all the paperwork that it left you with. Richmond hadn’t won a match in nine weeks, which was pretty discouraging too. You even invited Jamie for dinner after another lost match to cheer him up a little bit.

Then finally, a miracle happened, and Ted “came up” with some “total football” thing, which, once they had figured it out, seemed to work really well for the team. After they won a match again for the first time, Jamie invited you for a celebratory dinner, on which he cheated because he ordered takeout instead of cooking. You didn’t really mind, though, because Jamie’s cooking abilities are limited to a short list of dishes that he can make himself and a bit longer list of dishes that he can make if you tell him what to do, and you didn't feel like playing Nigella.

Richmond is on a winning streak, and the team’s spirit is exceptionally high. Jamie has been on his best game too, which he can admit that he has Roy to thank for, because he is mature like that now. Life has been really good lately.

The practice is over, and Jamie’s on his way to go and pester you when he bumps into Keeley in the hallway.

“Jamie!” She doesn’t appear to be as surprised to see him. “Walk with me.” She wraps her arm around his and starts leading him down the hall.

“You know that (Y/n) helps me out with the legal stuff in the firm, right?”

“Yeah.” Jamie’s not sure where this is going.

“So yesterday I asked her to come to this meeting with me ‘cause we were signing with that one guy. And he had his lawyer with him too, and he was, like, really hot. The lawyer, not the guy. And he was totally into (Y/n) too. I didn’t even know you could make legal terms sound so sexy…”

Keeley glances at Jamie, who resembles a kicked puppy at the moment. “I’m telling you all of this because you better put your big boy pants on and ask her out before somebody else does. Again.”

Jamie doesn’t even feel like asking how and how long she’s known, he just nods at her, and she gives him that sweet smile of hers and leaves.

It’s been almost three months since you and Jason broke up. Jamie’s been more than happy to be the one you spend your free time with again, and he’s been content with how things are between you enough to not want to risk it. He hasn’t seen you being really interested in someone anyway, but he’s seen people being interested in you. Evidently, it was just a matter of time before someone caught your attention too.

Jamie goes directly to your office, and the first thing that he notices is a big bouquet of flowers on your desk. Jason stopped renewing them a few weeks after your breakup, so it’s gotta be from someone else.

“Nice flowers,” Jamie announces his presence in the room. “Who are they from?”

“Just some guy I met at Keeley's meeting yesterday,” you say noncommittally.

So it is him. “Why is he sending you flowers?”

“Well, I don’t know for sure, but my guess is that he wants to ask me out.” You look pleased.

It’s now or never. “Don't go out with him,” he blurts.

You frown. “What?”

“Don’t go out with him,” he repeats with more conviction this time. “Go out with me.”

You contemplate him for a moment. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” Jamie hadn’t really thought it through.

“Just let it go, Jamie,” you say insistently.

“The fuck I will!” There’s no going back now. “I want this. You.” That comes out a bit desperate.

“Right,” you scoff.

Now it’s Jamie’s turn to frown, “What?”

“For fuck’s sake, Jamie!” Even with your patience, there's a limit. “You only wanted me ‘cause you couldn’t fucking have me, which is somehow even worse than if you never wanted me at all.” You glower at him. “And now again. I’m not some fucking trophy for you to want just because someone else does!”

Jamie is completely stunned, just sitting there with his mouth open, not being able to come up with a single sensible thing to say.

Your attention turns to Higgins peeking through the door frame, “(Y/n), I need your help with something.” You have never been more grateful to see him.

“I’ll be right with you,” you nod at him, smiling. He reads the room and decides not to wait on you here.

When Higgins disappears from your view, you turn back to Jamie, “We have a good thing here. Let’s not ruin it.” With that, you get up and walk away.

You haven’t seen Jamie since your little talk yesterday. This is probably for the better because you needed some space after everything. You’re done with your work for the day, but instead of going home, you’re sitting in one of the thousands of seats at the empty stadium, staring at nothing in particular and a lot going on in your mind. The sunset is absolutely stunning today. The sky is colored with all kinds of shades of red, orange, and pink, illuminated beautifully by the afterglow of the sun.

You see in your peripheral vision that someone is walking towards you, and the clashing colors of the clothes that someone is wearing are enough for you to know exactly who this is.

Jamie takes the seat next to you. You just sit there in silence for a minute before he finally speaks up.

“You were wrong, you know,” he starts softly. “I’ve always wanted you. It’s only when I couldn’t have you that I realized it. I’m sorry I was an idiot. Shouldn’t have taken me so long.”

You keep staring forward, so he continues.

“You are not a trophy, but you are my best friend. It means more to me than you know, and I didn’t wanna risk losing it. But then Keeley told me about that guy, and I thought I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t say something.”

You finally turn to look at him. Jamie’s looking at you with those puppy dog eyes of his, which makes it’s impossible to be mad at him. You give him a small smile. “You wouldn’t lose me.” He smiles too.

It gives Jamie the courage that he’s been looking for, and he gently takes your hand in both of his. “Give me a chance. Just one date. And if you hate it, I swear I’ll never bring this up ever again.”

You study him for a moment, and his eyes look so hopeful. “Alright, Jamie Tartt,” you smile at him. “Make it worth my while.”

Winning the last match of the season, Richmond finishes the season in second place. Not bad for a Premier League comeback. Today’s celebration is Ted’s last day with the team. He sure as hell will be missed, but today is not about sad farewells – it’s about appreciating the people around you and everything that awaits you in the future.

Ola’s is filled with music, laughter, and joy. Jamie looks around the room: Dani is having a drinking contest with Beard, Richard and Jan Mass are having a passionate debate about something, Ted is spinning Rebecca in the rhythm of Never Gonna Give You Up, surrounded by Keeley and the rest of the players cheering and dancing next to them. Like one big and very happy family.

Jamie is pulled out of his thoughts by the movement in front of him and the sound of glasses being put on the wooden table. Then you pull him up by his arm and start dragging him with you towards the dancing crowd with a carefree smile. Jamie eagerly takes your hand in his and lifts it above you, making you twirl. You laugh and give him a quick kiss on the lips. Life has never been better.

A/N: did i sneak in the name of the songs in the most literal corniest way? yes, and what about it.

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full of colours. a mirror's reflection.

october 3. full of colors. floyd leech x reader

“Come here,” could mean a lot of things. But when Floyd said it, it was usually a threat.

Especially when he tells you that right after you blindly drink something he hands you.

Thus -six feet under water, and on your last breath, your eyes wide and your mouth shut tight- you really should have listened to that gut instinct to not follow Floyd into the ocean.

“Huh? What's wrong?” he said, frowning in his voice. “Just breathe,” he said.

Easy for him to say.

All you could see was a cloud of little white bubbles. You couldn't tell what was up or down, and your heart was pounding frantically to the rhythm of an entire stampede of panicked wild animals.

Floyd sighed, somewhere.

“You know, I was really looking forward to showing this to you, but if you're gonna be this lame..”

Then your lungs gave way, and the water itself forced its way into your lungs. You coughed furiously.

It felt as natural and proper as a waterfall falling upwards. As normal as swallowing down cardboard for dinner. As comfortable as having an ice-cold bucket poured onto you.

The water was cold, the salt ruined your air, your clothes were all soaked, and now you were going to die hideous, sopping wet, and blind, several tens of feet under water.

Your eyes were shut tight as you waited for the inevitable, feeling Floyd's hand on your own as he dragged your basically lifeless body across the water.

Suddenly, you felt him stop and pout.

“Would ya quit being a wimp and open yer eyes for a second?”

His voice was the last voice you wanted to hear right now, before you die.

“You know, yer not gonna die.”

Very funny, Floyd, you rolled your closed eyes, head tilting back for a slight moment with arms crossed. You turned away from the slippery eel responsible for your would-be drowning.

“Okay. Whatever.” You felt the betrayal seep into your blood like ice as you felt Floyd swim away.

You'd been drowning for quite a while now.

Perhaps ten minutes. The actual drowning strike at any minute.

And yet Floyd's words echoed in your head, haunting you like a ghost.

Would ya quit being a wimp and open yer eyes for a second?

It wouldn't hurt to open your eyes once before you died. Floyd must have been away for ages, and there was nothing left to lose anymore; your fingers were already as precious as prunes.

To your surprise, jn front of you laid the festooned skeleton of a long-passed beast of the ocean. Hundreds of little glowing plants and fish surrounded it in a slow, pulsing rhythm not unlike your own heartbeat.

You found the water in your lungs flowing as naturally as the water current.

There were fish and plants of all sort of colours and shapes, each with their own personally perfect designs to fit their own needs.

The coral along the cave rested on the sunlit spots, reflecting light in a cascading sort of sparkle.

The whale's skeleton was fuzzy, and bioluminescent. Its soft, humming glow attracted aquatic bugs, mammals and fish alike.

Above all, the fish set the sea on fire with hot reds, oranges and yellows.

You never thought the sea could be so full of colour, so lovely, so alive.

“...So pretty,” the words fell out of your mouth.

“Whaat, I’m glad ya think so!” Floyd yelled right behind your ears. His words echoed throughout the chamber hauntingly, magnifying the age-old whale skeleton in the centre of it.

He giggled innocently, as if he wasn't the reason you were fearing for your life just ten minutes ago.

“I was starting to get bored when all you were doing was flailing and thinking ‘Aah! I'm gonna drown!!’” he said, animating some sort of imitation of you from just ten minutes ago. The eel giggled, all cheeky. “Good to see ya have a backbone.”

You furrowed your brow at him. “Well, maybe if I knew someone spiked my drink with water-breathing, I wouldn’t have been so scared.”

Floyd simply grinned. “Yeah. Maybe.”

“You're insufferable, you know that?”

Floyd giggled, grinning childishly from ear to ear. “Yeah, maybe!”

[whumpberry-cookie]

Well, so sad

(Cw: torture, betrayal, forced to watch, swearing)

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Leader of the "good side" is a brilliant manipulator. To the point the whole organisation follows him and believes he is heroic, selfless and cares about them.

But then, in captivity, the interrogator figures it out straight away.

(Whumper:) "In the other cell, there's your companion. Hanging on the electric chains. Every time I don't like your answer, he will take it for you"

(Leader:) "Well, too sad. I'm not telling you shit, Whumper"

(Wr:) "Then he will probably die out of exhaustion. What a pathetic death, isn't it?"

(L:) "...which rank is he?"

(Wr:) "Excuse me?"

(L:) "Which rank"

(Wr:) ".......who the fuck knows? A private?"

(L:) "What? Heh, you really want to blackmail me with a fucking private? Hillarious!" shrugs and keeps silent, even while hearing the endless screams and calling for him through the speaker.

(Whumpee:) "P-please, no more! Pl- AAAAAAGHHH! Leader!

(Interrogator 2:) Call for him. Louder!

(Whumpee:) I- NnoDon't make me-AAh! Leader please help m- EeAAAAAH! LEADER! Please I can't take it! Tell them to stop!"

Whumper doesn't kill Whumpee after all. Instead he shows him the recording of the Leader having a great time and talking trash. His indifference and absolute betrayal was what broke Whumpee.

He spilled everything right after. For an exchange of getting to torture the ex-Leader for them.

_____________________

"Whumpee, did you really believe in what I said? I told them what I needed to. I didn't think I would convince YOU. Do you really have so little faith in me? I must say... i am dissapointed"

[onyxjoker]

critical role c3e95 !!spoiler alert!!

liam and marisha going from tragic lovers in c1 to empire siblings in c2 to whatever they are now in c3 is just brilliant. they just have the range babyyy!

i've loved orym's and laudna's relationship from their conversation in the swamp and orym being the first to find out about her death/him actually knowing what went down in whitestone

to him never really getting comfortable with laudna's laudnaness

to encouraging her to step into the darkness/giving in to delilah when confronted with bordor's betrayal and the scale of what is happening with ruidus

to this lowburning conflict now coming to a peak with this confrontation.

i wonder how this party will end? because i feel like we're heading towards a tragedy or an ending where not everyone in the party is going to be ok with each other anymore, if that makes sense? i don't know if laudna and orym can find each other again after this. i'm happy to be wrong about that obviously, but i feel like it fits the whole vibe. also the way the imodna relationship is constantly challenged in a way with delilah still pulling at laudna. AAH it's just so juicy and i have so many thoughts.

[dragonologist-phd]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

aah thank you so much!! <3 these are my favs at the moment, though of course it's always hard to choose:

Love & War (pwotr)

Galfrey was a queen, a paladin, an icon for all that was righteous and just in the Crusades. Cleo was a barbarian, a tiefling, a personification of demonic chaos. By all rights and logic, the two should have been at each other's throats- and often, they were. But somehow, through war and struggle and sacrifice, they ended up finding more in each other than either ever expected.

2. Butterfly Kisses (pwotr)

Aruseshalae has broken free of the shackles of her demonic nature. She and Piper take full advantage of the moment.

3. Of Diamonds And Dust (dragon age)

Marja Aeducan and Darvis Brosca lead lives as different as one could possibly imagine. Marja Aeducan, a member of the nobility and second in line for the throne, has spent her life maneuvering the dangerous political machinations of the Diamond Quarter. Meanwhile, Darvis Brosca, a Casteless dwarf rejected by society, does whatever it takes to survive on the streets of Dust Town. When a Grey Warden arrives in Orzammar, the lives of Marja and Darvis are forever changed. Driven from the city by misfortune and betrayal, the two must join the ranks of the Wardens in order to save their own lives. But the surface has far greater dangers than they realize. The noble and the thief will need to stand together if they're going to fight against the oncoming Blight, the brewing civil war, and the strange surface malady called "sunburn".

4. And So They Burned (dragon age)

The world was not a kind place to those touched by magic. Haunted by whispers of demons, fear of the Templars, and memories of the lives taken from them, three apprentices in Kinloch Hold turned to each other and made a world of their own. A chronicling of the Mage Origin in a world where no Grey Wardens are recruited from the Circle, and Rosalind Amell, Shay Surana, and Jowan must decide for themselves how far they will go for each other when their world goes up in flames.

5. If The Creeks Don't Rise (pillars of eternity)

 A journey through the relationship of Desta and Aloth, down the roads that twist and turn and always lead them back to each other.

[wellthebardsdead]

Clow Good end 1 pt1 (Infernal Stalemate/Paved with Good intentions)

———

Clow: *heartbroken after gracefully stepping aside to let Karlach and Wyll find love together, now reaching for the crown of Karsus will full intentions to give it to Gale and lose his soul forever to Raphael* I’ve got i-

Gale: I’m sorry- *bludgeons him over the head with his staff and dives after the crown, letting Clow fall to his death*

Astarion: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO?!?

Wyll: CLOW!! *reaches for him before grabbing on right as the elderbrain starts going down into the water*

Karlach: EVERYONE JUMP!!!

Clow: *hits the water first, blinking in and out of consciousness as the air leaves his lungs and he sinks, his tears mingling with the blue around him as he believes his last moments to be that of heartbroken betrayal*

“I was going to give it to you- I was going to give up everything for all of you… why- why did you hurt me?…”

Clow: *closes his eyes preparing for death as his vision goes dark… and the cold of the water is replaced by the warmth of a soft bed, and the heat of a fireplace* wh-huh?… *opens his eyes and recoils in fright seeing who he thinks is Raphael looming over him* Aah-hngg *winces clutching his head in pain* where- huh?

Haarlep: Shhhh. Shhh. You’re safe little mouse. *strokes his cheek and takes his hands letting them rest back on the bed* You’re in the house of hope, and masters personal bedchambers~ you are a lucky one, even though you failed in your task he still favours you, so much so that he saved your life personally. He wasn’t too keen on losing the crown but, he gained a far more valuable treasure instead I think.

Clow: I- you- you’re not Raphael?

Haarlep: Me? Haha! No, I am Haarlep, Raphael’s personal incubus~ he asked me to clean you up and get you nice and comfortable for him. I can see why he likes you so much. It was like handling a doll. So small and delicate. I could crush you with one hand if I wanted to-

“Enough you vile wretch. Out.”

Haarlep: *looks over at the door as his master arrives, hisses and crawls back off the bed, slinking off into the shadows beyond where Clow can see*

Raphael: *walks to the bed, eyes locked with Clows as he comes to a stop beside him, before sitting down on the plush sheets* you are, a perplexing one… I would ask if you intended to give Gale the crown of karsus but… if you did, he certainly wouldn’t have mercilessly bludgeoned you and left you to plummet to your death… surely?…

Clow: I was going to give it to him…

Raphael: Ha. Such foolish honesty… I’d expected you to at least try and lie to me.

Clow: what point is there in lying to you?… my plan still succeeded… he got the crown and mystras grace once more, and the absolute is defeated… my soul is just one sacrifice of many already made. I’m just the last pawn that was needed to achieve checkmate…

Raphael: A pawn?… hm… I’ve always viewed you as far more useful… it’s only fitting that now you stand at the opposing side of the board beside the king… you can choose to sacrifice your piece, or, become a queen instead.

Clow: *laughs softly* and I’m assuming you’re the king then?… I suppose you did ultimately stand around moving one step at a time… what to you mean choose?… you’re giving me a choice?

Raphael: if I wanted you dead, or to harm you in any way. I’d have done so already… you’d be getting skinned down in the dungeon as we speak to upholster a new chair for me. Or fed to Haarlep like the rest of the trivial scraps I send his way to sate his incessant whining. You certainly wouldn’t be in my bed receiving my personal bedside manner… *snaps his fingers summoning his contract, the text changing before his very eyes to that of a marriage certificate* your soul already belongs to me… but, if you’re willing… it can belong to me in a… much more pleasant sense… and likewise, mine will belong to you…

Clow: you’re?… proposing to me?…

Raphael: Would you rather the alternative? Going back to living an eternity of suffering and servitude?

Clow: I’ve spent my whole life never hoping for anything better than what I’ve been given… *takes the quill and signs without hesitation, the plume disappearing and being replaced with a wedding band on his finger as one appears on Raphael’s as well* and I won’t start now… *winces and pushes himself to sit up, surprised at how gently the devil places his hands on his shoulders urging him to lay back down as his lips meet his halfway in soft and warm kiss. One so pleasant it almost numbed the pain of his forehead splitting open as a crown of horns began to grow along with a tail from his spine. His fate sealed in hellfire, heart and soul bound to another, not as a slave, but as an equal. Stalemate*

*literally the next day*

Hope: *free and standing behind the ice skinned devil drow* Oh no he’s spitting mad!

Clow: he can spit, hiss and throw a temper tantrum all he wants it’s not my fault he left that loophole in our marriage license.

Raphael: PUT HER BACK IN THE DUNGEON THIS INSTANT!

Clow: no. She’s now, my ‘servant’. You have Korrilla as your hand and now hope is mine. *looks to her* you don’t- actually have to do anything though it’s just, y’know.

Hope: oh I know! Is he okay though should we get out of the way I think he’s gonna blow-

Raphael: *bursts into flame screaming and literally stomping his feet*

Clow: my he really does have his fathers temper. He’ll cool off in a minute.

Korrilla: and if he doesn’t?

Clow: throw a bucket of water on him.

[soaps-mohawk]

oh my gosh. just read chapter eight and wow, that was the hurt i was CRAVING. eyes watered and chest was heavy, the panic and betrayal?? perfect. and i’m so glad she didn’t just forgive ghost immediately, i wanna see him W O R K for that forgiveness and trust. reader being straight up afraid of him hit deep. i wonder how he felt when she just completely didn’t feel safe or trust him at all, like as an alpha i bet that felt like a knife to the chest. amazing chapter and i freaking love this. ❤️❤️❤️

-live laugh love anon

Aah hello lovely live laugh love anon!! I hope you've been doing well 😊

I did say there would be hurt/comfort and, well, it's starting already lmaoo plenty more of it coming too.

I hate fics where the reader/OC forgives quickly. I know I've been guilty of that in the past but it's just so...unrealistic and feels almost toxic. I mean, Ghost put her life in danger twice like...she's not just gonna forgive him cause he spilled some of his trauma. He traumatized her! That's hard to get over. You can bet reader is gonna make him work for that forgiveness.

Oof yeah, that admission that she doesn't trust him definitely hurt him a bit. Especially since he knows how valuable trust is and how easily it can be broken and here he went and did just that. That whole scene there in the rec room definitely hurt him, even if he didn't completely show it.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Laito [14]

ー The scene starts in the forest

Subaru: ...So this is where you’ve been...!

Yui: Subaru-kun!?

( They caught up to us already!? )

Laito: ...That’s odd. I could have sworn you’d be engaged in battle with someone at the manor right now. 

Subaru: Yeah. All of them stormed us at once, it instantly turned into a brawl.

However, when I stepped out into the hallway for a sec, I just so happened to spot the two of you escaping from the window.

Laito: Heeh...And then?

Subaru: At first I thought that maybe Carla had ordered you to evacuate Eve. But you know, Laito. 

You were the one who had the key to the dungeon, correct?

Yui: ( ...! Subaru-kun realized. That Laito-kun was the one who released them from their cells. )

Subaru: Are you trying to take Eve away by causing a tumult!? What are you thinking!? 

Laito: I would have never thought you’d be the first to figure me out. I guess siblings just pick up on each other’s behavior quicker, huh? 

Subaru: Do you have a death wish!? Hurry up and answer me!

Laito: Exactly. I’m going to run away with her. I won’t let Carla have her.

Yui: Laito-kun...

Subaru: I see. In other words, you’re a damn traitor?

Laito: I’m not. I haven’t betrayed anyone, since I was never anyone’s ally or enemy to begin with.

I just don’t want her taken away from me, that’s all.

Subaru: That’s exactly what makes it betrayal! Are you hoping to become the Supreme Overlord that way, huh!?

Laito: I’m not.

Subaru: Then why did you take Eve away!?

Laito: ...Because I love her, I suppose?

Subaru: ...Hah...?

Laito: I’m sure that even if you were to remember, you’d still be confused. 

You probably never thought I’d be this serious about anyone.

But I fell in love with her. I can’t help but want her love. 

She makes me feel complete, giving me a sense of peace...

Subaru: Have you...lost your damn mind...?

Laito: I’m pretty sure I’ve gone crazy. It makes absolutely zero sense for someone like me to yearn for love.

But you know, that’s all part of what makes me happy as well.

Yui: Laito-kun...

Laito: I’m begging you, Subaru-kun. Can’t you let us off the hook?

If everything goes well, we might be able to find a way so nobody has to get hurt. So let us pass.

Subaru: You’re kinda puttin’ me on the spot right now...

Yui: Please, Subaru-kun! I promise we’ll save everyone else as well...!

Subaru: Haah!? Honestly, both of you have been makin’ zero sense this whole time...

Yui: ( Right...I guess it’s difficult for him to believe us. )

( But please let us make it work somehow. Together with Laito-kun! We can’t allow ourselves to be caught now... )

Subaru: ...You guys left the manor with some kind of plan in mind, right?

Laito: Of course.

Subaru: And you haven’t betrayed us. ...That’s how I should see it, right?

Laito: ...Yes.

Subaru: Aah, is that so...? Fine, get goin’ already then.

Yui: !? Really?

Subaru: I don’t really get what’s goin’ on, but I can tell you guys are serious ‘bout this at the very least.

Besides, why would I stop you if you could possibly put an end to the shitstorm takin’ place at the manor?

Yui: Thank you, Subaru-kun...!

Laito: As to be expected, you’re such a kind soul.

Subaru: That’s not it! It’s just, I don’t really get why either but...

I just had this uneasy feelin’ in my chest...as if I have no other choice but to do this.

Yui: Subaru-kun...

Subaru: Oi, things aren’t lookin’ good at the manor. I don’t think we have much time.

Yui: ...! Everyone’s safe, right?

Subaru: For now nobody has died, but I can’t say that there won’t be any casualties in the future.

Yui: ...!

Laito: Seems like we definitely have to hurry.

And just in case there is truly no way to leave this place...

Yui: Eh...?

Laito: No, it’s nothing.

Subaru-kun, I promise that I’ll thank you properly once we’ve escaped this situation!

I’ll lend you a couple of my adult magazines which I think you’d appreciate~

Yui: Wha...!?

Subaru: Haah!? Are you shittin’ me!? Get goin’ already!

Laito: Yeah, yeah. I will. Well then, shall we go?

Yui: Y-Yeah.

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ...Laito-kun, don’t say weird things at a time like this, okay?

Laito: Fufu...But don’t you think Subaru-kun’s reaction was priceless? 

Seems like fundamentally, everyone is still their same old selves. 

Yui: Ah...

...Yeah, they really haven’t changed, have they?

I’m sure that once we’re back to living our everyday life, we’ll be able to spend our days like we used to.

Laito: Exactly. Well then, let’s hurry, so Subaru-kun’s intentions don’t go in vain.

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ( We’ve gone quite deep into the forest...This place is obviously different from the woods closeby to the manor... )

( Does this forest actually have an exit? Don’t tell me it just continues on endlessly...? )

Laito: What’s wrong? You look worried.

Yui: Well...I was just wondering what we’d do if there’s no end to this forest...

Laito: Ah, growing anxious? You should have told me then.

*Rustle*

Yui: ( Eh? )

Laito: I’ll hold your hand. You’ll feel less worried like this, no?

Yui: Yeah...Thanks.

( How strange...All he’s doing is holding my hand, yet I can feel the anxiety from earlier fade away... )

...I’m sorry, Laito-kun. For becoming weak-hearted.

Laito: We’re headed into the unknown after all. Of course you’d feel anxious about it.

I’m risking it on all or nothing as well. Just thinking about the possibility that there might not be anything ahead at all gives me cold shivers.

Yui: Eh? You as well?

( Of course...He’s obviously worried as well. )

*Thud* 

Laito: Whoops. That was a slip of the tongue just now. Forget I ever said anything.

More importantly, Princess, can we pick up the pace just a little? The forest is deeper than I thought.

If we don’t hurry up, we might run out of time.

Yui: Ah, right. I understand. I’ll run as fast as I can.

Laito: Listen, do you think I’d let you do that?

As a Vampire, I’m a much faster runner...You see!

ー He picks her up

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyaah!?

Laito: I’ll carry you like this. It might be a bit of a shaky ride, but hang in there, okay?

Yui: O-Okay...But aren’t I heavy?

Laito: You’re obviously light. So much so I’m afraid you might blow away in the wind like a feather.

Yui: T-That’s not true.

Laito: Nfu~ Right. You promised that you wouldn’t leave me, didn’t you?

Yui: ...! Yeah, right.

Laito: Well then, guess it’s time for a sprint. I would have preferred to preserve my stamina, but I’m worried about everyone at the manor.

Let’s get going. I don’t usually go full throttle like this but...!

Yui: Hyaah!?

ー Laito starts dashing

( H-He’s fast...! Could he always run this fast!? )

( This often slips my mind, but he is still a Vampire in the end. H-How reliable... )

Ah...The forest is clearing...! Could that be the exit to the forest!?

Laito: Probably. We don’t know what waits ahead butーー 

We’ll keep going!

Yui: Yeah!

( We’re going to leave the forest! This is, the end of this Worldーー )

ー The scene shifts to the border of the World

Yui: No way...

Laito: This is...the end of this World...

Yui: ( In front of our eyes, there’s a cliff...Not just straight ahead either, it keeps going in every direction. )

( At the bottom ーー I can’t see anything. Is it a dead end...? )

Laito: If we were to fall down there, I’m pretty sure it’d be game over, even for us Vampires...

Yui: The other side of the cliff is fogged up, I can’t see what’s there...What is going on? 

Laito: Seems like the abyss doesn’t have an end to it...

...Let’s try walking across the border. It might come to an end somewhere. Come on, I’ll carry you again.

Yui: O-Okay...

Monologue

An endless, steep cliff,

seemingly cutting off these Lands from the rest of the World.

You can try taking a peek down,

but you’d only find a bottomless pit.

Even so, Laito-kun continued to run,

while carrying me in his arms,

believing that somewhere they might be an end to it. 

However, reality was merciless,

as the scenery remained the exact same. 

*Thud*

Laito: Haah, haah, haah...

Yui: Are you alright...? I’ll get down for a bit, okay? You’ve been running non-stop after all.

Laito: Yeah...Sorry...

*Rustle*

Yui: I should apologize, letting you do all the hard work...Besidesーー

( I wonder how much time has passed? )

( It doesn’t seem like we’ll reach the end any time soon. Just how long is this cliff actually...? )

Laito-kun...Could it be that this place...

Laito: ...I don’t really want to imagine it, but I think you might be spot on.

This is...A country cut off by the abyss.

There’s no way to get out. 

Yui: ...!

Laito: We’ve been walking along the side of the cliff this whole time but...We can’t see anything on the other side of it. That doesn’t make much sense, does it?

It could just be thatーー ...I’m going to test something, okay?

Yui: A pebble? What are you going to do with it?

Laito: Well, this!

ー He throws it to the other side

*Woosh*

Yui: Eh!?

*Thud* 

( Once it went inside the fog...It got bounced back? )

Laito: ...I knew it. There’s some kind of magic activated here. So we can’t get out. 

Yui: No way...

Laito: I don’t know who threw us in here and for what purpose.

But this place...has been crafted so it’s impossible to escape from.

Yui: No way...

Selection

→ Try walking a bit further (🖤)

Yui: L...Let’s go a bit further. We might find something if we search every nook and cranny!

Laito: I understand very well how you feel but...It’s pointless.

You saw it, didn’t you? How the exact same scenery continues forever. 

I can’t imagine that we’ll find something even if we walk across the entire border.

→ Think of another solution (♡)

Yui: Hey, let’s try looking for another method. I’m sure there must be something...

Laito: I can’t...do that. 

Taking the others’ situation into account, we don’t even have the time to come up with another fix...

Yui: Then, we...

Laito: We’ve been bested by the cliff, completely out of options. 

Yui: ...!

Laito: Quite some time has passed since we parted ways with Subaru-kun.

I’m sure the situation at the manor has escalated into a disaster by this point. We don’t know whether everyone is still safe.

Yui: Right...If we don’t know how to get back, then everyone...!

( Getting out of here was the only shot we had at saving the others too! )

Laito: ...That’s not the only problem. If one of the survivors catches up to us.

I will be killed, and you will most likely be taken away by them.

Yui: Ah...

Laito: We don’t have time to look for another solution. We placed our bets on a way-out, but as you can tell, it doesn’t exist.

This is...where it ends for us.

Yui: Are you sure...There isn’t another way out...?

( We’ve made it this far now... )

Laito: ...Honestly, I keep on pulling the short end of the stick, don’t I...?

*Rustle*

Yui: Laito-kun...?

Laito: ...I’ve tried my very best this whole time, because I wanted to be with you...

But what I get in return for that, is a fate where you are taken away from me. 

Yui: ...!

Laito: Probably too late, but now I actually realize the true worth of having a family... (1) I’m just not the right guy to take command...

But still, I thought I did the best I could...

Yui: ...You did try hard. Incredibly so.

It’s this hopeless situation which is messed up. This is all so wrong...

Laito: You’re so kind...

Yui: I mean, I realize just how much you struggled to get to this point all by yourself. 

Because I was in the same position...

Laito: Right. We both played our cards to the best of our abilities to find a solutionーー but this is the outcome of that, huh...?

Yui: ...Yeah...

Laito: Please, don’t cry. Your eyes are watering again.

I’d love to see you make that face in an erotic context but...Right now...Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: Nn...

Laito: Don’t cry, for my sake as well. Your tears hurt me more than anything else.

Yui: Laito-kun...

Monologue

As he spoke those words while flashing a troubled smile,

it almost seemed as if Laito-kun,

was the one crying.

We cannot escape this place. 

The harsh truth that the two of us,

might get pulled apart,

hurt me so much more,

than said reality.

I don’t want to,

belong to someone else. 

Even so, as cruel as it may be,

the end of this World,

robbed us of all our optionsーー

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー 

Translation notes

(1) At first I was a bit confused by this sentence and how it fits in with the context. But I believe that he means to say that he now realizes that each of his brothers have their own strengths and that by working together, they can achieve things which they simply can’t on their own.

[goldenteaset]

Yeah, we're never recovering from the "easy, breezy, beautiful boy about town" thing, ever

Especially considering he talked normally about all the other Eternals! Like, you could've just mentioned that you're the CA master and everyone would've gotten it, why are you like this -

And aah, I see. Yeah, that's. That scene was very. I definitely feel you there. It definitely had me believing that those two used to hook up on the side or something, so she took his betrayal extra personally, but that's my own headcanon

Hosoyan and Suwabe can both be so dangerous if they want to, it's honestly unfair

Do you have any favorite lines from Versus? Belial is so beautifully unhinged in that game too

Seofon really went "I need to show everyone's good side!" and then followed that up with "Me, though? An ~*~alluring proposal~*~". (And then it totally worked, confound this man! XD)

Right? And I mean. I'm tempted to call it a headcanon too, but it was so Michael specific and he did it in the prologue as well. The only catch is that he's used that voice with other characters too (mostly women). It worked so effectively I went into "Oh I only like him with Djeeta, not me/an OC" mode for years because I couldn't admit it. ANYWAY. XD;

Oh yes, I have so many favorites!! Off the top of my head:

"What do we call this beast who bears my devilish good looks? A dead ringer." (This one is more for the pun)

"As much as I'd love to welcome an ingenue into the world of sensual delight... you'll have to wait your turn. A lot of people have come calling today." (Self-explanatory ///;)

"Uh-unh-uh. You'll never find me. No matter how many worlds you collapse." (Got a whole AU series out of this one)

"Oh, Bubs. All these dark plans, I can only handle so much." (Somehow when he's pulling Bubs' chain it's instant comedy gold)

"C'mon, show me a smile." (*Instinctively hides face while giggling*)

Oh!! I had to hunt down and transcribe this one, since it's not on the wiki yet: "It's been awhile, so let's talk before getting hot and heavy. Watch the stars, be kissed by the breeze... Make this time special. We used to be so rough. Impatient. But if we knew one another better, we might engender...tenderness." (*garbled infatuated noises*)

These + the partner lines are one of the many reasons I had to make an OC! Rightfully, none of the cast believes him when he says these things, but someone should...

[eff-plays]

(re: hiraeth's reaction to astarion's confession) i'm glad i'm not the only one whose character was hurt by astarion's confession, especially since i haven't seen a lot of the fandom talk about it (or maybe i've missed it, idk). i understand it's an important thing for astarion to let out and i stood by him regardless but my tav did not take the news like sunshine and rainbows. if it's okay to ask how did hiraeth handle the confession in particular? were they open about their displeasure or did they just keep it internally?

Aah, I'm sorry Nonny, I think you possibly misunderstood the post, sorry for not making it clearer!

Their reaction was more in the sense of them regretting not turning him down? Because they have a lot of trauma related to being deeply devoted to someone who ended up betraying them in a very cruel away, so they basically swore off "real" relationships. They expected Astarion to betray them eventually and this "sorry I manipulated you" is that initial betrayal, so when he says it, they're almost relieved, because they saw it coming and it feels bittersweet to have it confirmed. It's weirdly comforting to them.

They assumed Astarion was up to something from the start and that he had no real feelings for them, it was just sort of a friends (?) with benefits thing to them for the longest time. And though they did start to catch feelings early on (around the mirror scene), they're very adept at ignoring those feelings anyway, so it wasn't a huge deal to them when they found out he was trying to manipulate them. The reason they went for him over anyone else is because he's so obviously shady and selfish that they assumed they'd know what to expect from him. Cruel people are predictable, etc etc. The guy who betrayed them in the past was literally the most perfect little prince and he ended up being a huge jackass, so picking the most fucked up weirdo was basically a safeguard against being hurt. They basically chose him on the assumption it'd go to hell, and when it seems like it does initially, they're like "Phew. I thought this'd be a lot worse, actually. I kinda saw this coming tbh."

Obviously they're hurt that he did it, because they'd hoped at least the attraction and chemistry had been mutual (and it is, but they don't know that and don't bother asking), but on some level they're like "Yeah, no, makes sense." They're sorta ready to bury it and move on, because tbh they've been through worse and they've also been on the deceiving end (ha) of this type of deal.

So when he admits he has feelings for them, that's what sets them off. Because now they're in danger of being betrayed, truly betrayed again. In a way they can't predict or protect themself against. Because if they agree to becoming "more" with him, that means it'll hurt all the worse when it goes to shit. Way worse than just being manipulated through sex. Because now their heart is on the line again. So I think they were less hurt by his confession and more upset that they accepted it/reciprocated at all?

So I'm really sorry I can't commiserate, Nonny! I think the main reason nobody brings it up is because he admits his plan failed and that he has real feelings for them, so people go easier on him for it. I do think it's 100% valid and deliciously angsty if Tav does get upset at his confession, though. He fully expects them to be upset and that's what makes it brave that he confesses at all. And if your Tav had real feelings for him and their encounters up until that point meant something to them, I think them getting hurt over it is absolutely justified and could lead to a lot of interesting headcanons and interactions. Like, a lot of Tavs, mine included, suspect something is up, and that lessens the blow a lot. So when your Tav is truly in love with him, his manipulation worked on someone he grew to actually care for. He actually hurt them a lot worse than a Tav who saw it coming. That's a really interesting angle and I'm sorry nobody else is vibing with you on that :/

I defo am even though 💖 Even if it's different for Hira.

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Chapter 20: Transformed into Nami! Bon Clay's Rapid-Fire Ballet Kenpo

(episode 116)

As Venus predicted, Bon Clay dominated Sanji easily with his trick. He kept him down with a foot to the head, laughing evilly with Nami's voice. "You're just what they mean when they say, "He's nothing but talk"! You don't even have the strength left to get up, do you?"

'Don't think I'm just going to lie down, and get beaten like this!' Sanji internally vowed. 'No matter how much you look like Nami-san, you're still that idiot on the inside.' "You damn bastard! Don't get too cocky-" He shoved him off, and went to attack, but was sent to his knees with his spot-on impression of the navigator. 'Damn it! She's so cute!' He cursed in his mind, as he danced mockingly.

"Sanji, you gotta do something!"

"Stay back, Venus-chan!" She grunted in annoyance, but backed up to where she stood before.

"Aah, I must say, this country is too hot for me." He grabbed his shirt collar. "I just want to take all my clothes off."

Sanji got excited when he revealed Nami's full cleavage. "I'll help!"

"No!" Venus kicked him away, and sent Bon Clay into the building with an energy ball.

He sat up with a look of betrayal. "How dare you, Little Swanny? Attacking one of your own like that?!"

"Yeah, you had turned into my frenemy there," She smirked, "Bad idea."

"Ballet Chop!" His surprise attack threw her to the ground.

"Venus-chan!"

"You fool!" He leaped into the air, and launched his feet straight into Sanji's face. "Kick Pointe!!" Once he was in the wall, Bon Clay twirled with a taunting laugh. "You're nothing but talk, aren't you?!"

Sanji sent the debris on him flying with spinning kicks. "You bastard!" Bon Clay was surprised, before grinning mockingly. "Mess with me, will you?!"

As the cook went to attack, Bon Clay removed his teal fake eyelashes. "Mascara Boomerang!"

To his shock, Sanji dodged them both, and held a leg up. "I'll see you in hell!"

In a panic, he switched back to Nami. "Oh, don't kick me." Sanji froze in midair, oblivious to the boomerangs coming back as Bon Clay winked at him, before they left cuts on his sides and leg.

"Sanji!" Venus exclaimed in concern.

Bon Clay smiled evilly, as they landed back in place. "Have to catch my mascara, okay?" He switched to Nami again. "Playing with you is fun, but I can't dawdle around too long, you know? It's my duty to kill the princess, after all." Sanji glared angrily, as he staggered to his feet. "I'm going to hurry up, and finish this now. Ha! Twirl, twirl, I'm twirling around!"

-

Meanwhile southeast, Usopp began succumbing to his injuries. "Hang in there!" Chopper urged. "This is nothing serious, Usopp! You just shattered a femur, that's all! You may have busted your nose, your humeri, and your clavicles, but you lost only a little more blood than should be fatal." Usopp tensed up with wide eyes when Chopper gave an injection in his ribs, then used a blood pressure cuff on his left wrist. "Your blood pressure may be at zombie-grade, but there's nothing to worry about!"

He groaned deliriously. "Right now, I feel fantastic. I see pretty fields of flowers."

"You don't mean heaven, do you?! Can you see heaven?!"

"No matter how great a pirate you may be, the end will still come for you."

"D-don't die, Usopp! Please, I don't want you to die!"

"Farewell, Chopper," Usopp teared up, "I leave my vast treasure to you; 15 gold and silver coins. Become a good doctor. And tell Venus... I love her." With that, he fell limp.

"Usopp!" Chopper cried, and panicked, shaking and slapping him like a mad man. "Open your eyes! Be alive again! Do it for Venus! There's something I need to apologize to you for!" After setting him down, he pulled a bun out of his backpack. "This manju bun. This is the manju bun that you wanted, and I hid it. If I knew you were going to die, I would have given you half. I've been a small, narrow-minded man." He split it in half, and went to eat it ruefully, but to his shock, Usopp grabbed his right arm!

He launched the reindeer away, and swiped both halves, now angry. "Manju bun?!" He growled like he was possessed, and chowed down, "Manju bun."

-

Meanwhile south, the battle on Polka Street still commenced. "Twirl, twirl! 320,000-spin grand fouetté!"

Sanji watched Bon Clay, still impersonating Nami, twirl at an incredibly rapid pace. "Can it be?"

"Aha!" Venus smirked. He was back to normal!

"Ballet Kenpo! Memoirs of a Summer's Day!!"

"I see your weakness," Sanji pointedd out, "I've seen through your Copy-Copy Fruit."

"Me too!" Venus stood up, and shot an energy ball, effectively stopping the spinning, and sending him to the ground.

"Sure enough," Sanji concluded, "No doubt about it. Nice work, Venus-chan."

"Thanks."

Bon Clay approached them, now angry. "You've seen through it, you say? Through what?! What part of my ability has someone like you seen through?"

"You can't use your Ballet Kenpo while in Nami-san's body, can you?" He gawked at him. "It's true, I might not be able to attack you, but Venus-chan can just fine. And the moment you attack, you always return to normal." He smirked. "By touching your cheek with your left hand."

He was surprised at Bon Clay laughing mockingly, before faking impaired hearing. "Eh? What's that? I can't hear you at all!"

"Hey, I'm right here, aren't I?"

"S-so what if you are?!" Bon Clay ranted. "Yes, yes, without this limber body I've developed, training daily in harsh, demanding lessons, I can't perform my Ballet Kenpo. So what? You're still plenty black and blue, aren't you?! What's more, let me show you this. The prima of Ballet Kenpo!" He removed the swan heads from his coat, and stuck them on his shoes. "I'll just say this much about it; from your viewpoint, the left one is the pen, and the right one is the cob."

"Who cares?" Sanji sneered in irritation.

"Whether you've seen through or not, it doesn't matter! Take this! Ballet Kenpo... Bombardier!"

Sanji leaped away from the rapid-fire kicks, resulting in the ballerina's right leg getting stuck in the wall. 'What?! What's the mark of his kick?!'

Bon Clay laughed mockingly. "The right choice! Avoiding that was the right choice! At the end of their bent necks are steel beaks!" He pulled it out, revealing a perfect circular hole. 'There isn't a single crack around that hole!' Sanji thought. He petted the swan's beak, as if it were real. "True power, when compressed into one point, does not destroy anything needlessly. Consider one of my kicks to be like a shot from a rifle. However, the bullet is a bit on the large side. I'm going to perforate you!" He delivereed more Bombardiers, but Sanji managed to dodge. "Un! Deux! Krah!"

"Collier!!" Their legs collided mid-kick.

"That won't work!"

Sanji was launched a good few feet away from one of the swans. "Sanji!" Venus exclaimed. 'Damn! Too much difference in our reaches!' He cursed mentally, and held his sore shoulder.

"This fight is over, huh?!" Bon Clay taunted. "Flying, flying, I'm flying! Ballet Kenpo! Memoirs of a Winter's Sky!!" He shot himself up, and tumbled in the air gracefully.

'But the longer his reach is, the longer it takes to recover,' Sanji thought, and lit a cigarette. "If I can avoid his shot, I'll have that much more speed!"

"Die, now!" Bon Clay made a beeline, but to his shock, Sanji leaped away just in time, now above him. He quickly turned into Nami, now feeling confident. "Too bad. How do you like this?"

This time however, Sanji was prepared. "Hey, you got something stuck to your left cheek."

"Really?" Bon Clay fell for the trick, and reverted to normal, oblivious to Venus stifling laughter.

"Basses Côte!!" His kick sent him spinning.

"Nice!" Venus praised, before he quickly swung his leg from behind.

"Longe!!" Another was directed at his neck. "Tendron!!" After a quick break, he launched another. "Flanchet!!"

"Un!" Venus gasped in shock when this time, the Bombardier hit its mark: Sanji's chest! "Deux!" Bon Clay kicked him away. "Ora!"

"Quasi!!"

"Tendron!! Quasi!! Collier!! Flanchet!! Cuisseau!!"

"Un! Deux! Ora! Krah! Un!"

She watched cautiously, as they were both performing spinning kicks, calling out different names. "Damn it!"

"Deux!"

"Collier!!"

"Krah!!"

They both fell to the ground, and Venus decided to intervene. "Strega-Strega... Palla!" She launched the energy ball at Bon Clay, knocking him down. "My turn."

"Venus-chan!" Sanji protested, but was unnoticed.

"Is that all you got, pigtails?" He taunted.

"You wish," She smirked, "Magic isn't my only shtick, pal." With her sturdy boots, she nailed a kick to the gut.

Bon Clay coughed, and smirked through the pain. "You're tougher than you look."

"Thanks."

Kicks and punches were thrown back and forth, Venus using her height as an advantage to dodge. When she had him cornered, he dumbly switched to Nami. "Oh dear friend, don't hit me-" He was cut off by a punch square in the face, noticeably away from where her friend's stolen goggles laid. Now back to normal, Bon Clay wiped off the blood coming from his nose. "How could I forget that doesn't work on you," He lamented, then a lightbulb went off in his mind. "What about... this?!" Venus gasped at his next move; now he looked like Usopp! "Ha-ha!" He taunted, as she visibly hesitated. "Can't attack your best friend, can you?"

"Venus-chan!" Sanji called out. "Don't fall for it!"

"How dare you," She glared. Now she knew how the cook felt earlier.

"Ballet Kenpo... Bombardier!!" Venus gasped sharply; Bon Clay's swan beak had stabbed her shoulder, while she was distracted! After he pulled it out, she collapsed to the ground, unable to fight anymore.

"Venus-chan!" Sanji shouted, and frantically carried her to safety, before turning to Bon Clay with vengeful eyes. "Bastard!!" He raged, and the brawl started again. "Jarret!! Collier!! Quasi!!" Flanchet!! Gigot!! Selle!!"

"Un! Deux! Ora!"

"Queue!! Jarret!! Collier!! Quasi!!"

"Un! Deux! Krah!"

"Flanchet!! Gigot!! Selle!! Queue!!"

"Un! Deux! Ora!"

As she watched, they went for each other one last time. "Veau Shot!!"

"Bombardier Arabesque!!"

Their kicks had missed... or as she thought. Her eye widened when Sanji collapsed to sit on the ground; her gaze then turned to Bon Clay, who's reaction was much greater, flying back into a building, as Sanji laid down. She smiled in relief, and ran over when he sat up, and proceeded to light a cigarette. "Thank goodness. I was worried for a second there."

"Venus-chan... you were worried about me?!" He gushed, his smoke heart-shaped.

"Settle down there," She held her hands up, before Bon Clay's groan caught their attention.

"I-I give..."

"You astound me," Sanji remarked, "You're still alive?" He didn't receive an answer. "What's the matter? If you turn yourself into Nami-san again, I can't finish you off."

"I can," Venus smirked, but the cook's raised hand stopped her from attacking.

"Hold on."

"Ridiculous," Bon Clay groaned, "I can't move, in the shape I'm in. What good will it do to avoid the outcome of this? You've won. Both of you; kill me." He smiled weakly, as the two merely stared down at him. "I'm destined to be eliminated by the organization anyhow." They still stood in place. "What are you waiting for? Hurry up, and strike the last blow."

But to his shock, they each extended a helping hand. "That was a good fight," Sanji praised with a smirk, "We shouldn't need any more words than that." Bon Clay begrudgingly sat up with their assistance. 'This is, unmistakably, the testament of friendship between rivals, He thought,' tearing up, 'But I'm not going to cry.' Venus flinched back when out of nowhere, Sanji kicked his head to the ground; she quickly caught Usopp's goggles, and followed him off, leaving Bon Clay laying weakly. "Bye, now. We'll be taking back our sharpshooter's goggles." 'H-he did strike the last blow...' "I've scuffed up another couple of bones there, huh?" He noted.

"No surprise there," She scoffed, and looked over the goggles, "Oh, and Sanji?"

"Yes, Venus-chan?"

She became nervous. "Does something on these seem... off?"