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write-ur-wrongs · 3 years ago

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Guarded and Uncharted (2/3)

A/N: Hello my sweets! I didn’t proofread this bad boy so thread lightly - the comma and semi-colon make a frequent and often incorrect appearance. Nonetheless, I hope you like it!

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At first, you were trying to ice him out; keep absolute quiet about your work, thoughts, or feelings for fear that he’d take your words back to the King and Queen. However, as the days turned to weeks, it dawned on you that the man might just be as miserable with this arrangement as you were.

You’d learned all about him through pub stories and bard songs, and there was no way someone of his caliber, of his legendary status, felt happy or fulfilled babysitting some pathetic princess. Sir Geralt of Rivia was a man of great lore and gore, and if you learned anything about men of note, it was that they craved purpose. Your kingdom had no real political power, much to your parent’s dismay, and you really only had one town and two villages under your reign. There was nothing here for a Witcher. So, if your mother wasn’t going to call this boar off your back, then you’d simply have to remind him of the banality of your situation.

With that, you started talking. Not really with him, more, to him. Geralt never gave you more than an eye roll or a raised brow, but you knew your endless chatter would get to him eventually. What you didn’t see coming though, was how much you needed to talk to someone.

Prattling on incessantly was easy. You didn’t need to dig too deep in order to bring out as many uncomfortable topics as possible: how sad it made you to see dead animals by the side of the road, how you wished you could rescue and love every mangy stray that ran up to you when you took out food, how aggrieved you were at the rain for ruining your hair, and so on. As time went on though, your calculated chatter turned into actual venting.

Your parents never listened and you never wanted to burden the castle staff with your problems, so you just bottled it up. Two decades of trauma and self-doubt, finally found a worthy sounding board in this gruff man, and you let yourself enjoy his company.

So now, as you were about an hour into an impassioned monologue about the injustices that the farthermost villagers faced, it caught you off guard when Geralt finally snapped.

“Gods, will you ever shut up?!” he yelled, turning to fix you with a cold glare.

“Ah-HA!” you exclaimed, throwing a fist into the air in celebration, “So it isn’t true after all! Witchers do have feelings.”

“What?” he huffed, his nostrils flaring.

“Anger, frustration, being annoyed, those are feelings my gruff little turtledove,” you tsked, riding up next to him so you could look him in the eyes. “Therefore, witchers can feel. I wonder what else they’ve exaggerated about?” you mused, casting a less-than-subtle glance at his crotch before giggling freely.

“Oh, for fucks sake,” he fumed, shaking his head, “you are truly insufferable, you know that?”

“Oh yes, I do,” you beamed, shooting him a cocky smile, “but if you ca”n’t handle me, you can always just quit. And no need to tell their royal high-asses, right? Keep your coin, piss off to find some peace, it’s a win-win.”

“’high-asses’?” he snorts, “I thought you were meant to be clever.”

“My, what a bite, Sir Geralt! There’s the wolf I heard so much about.” You sneer, a teasing glint to your eye.

“Don’t play me for a fool, Y/N, I know what you’re doing.” He said flatly, keeping his catlike eyes on you, his voice lowering to a growl. “I know what you’ve done.”

Any upper hand you thought you had was torn away from you in a flash, your stomach dropping to your heels. Your heartbeat was deafening in your ears and you had to readjust your grip on your reins to hide the way your palms had clammed up.

“Ha!” you breathed hollowly, praying he couldn’t sense your panic. “I know you’re bored,” you attempted another laugh but it came out more like strangled grunt, “but there’s no need to posture. I haven’t done anything of note, I’m sure my parents could attest to that.”

Geralt hummed knowingly but kept quiet, his cold stare never straying from your face. You quirked your brow challengingly, thinking you could win this stare-down. You were wrong.

“The villages out in the fringes of your little kingdom are doing quite well aren’t they, Y/N?”

“Wh-”

“It’s remarkable, really,” he continued, a smirk playing on his lips while his eyes remained stern, “so little trade and yet no paupers to be found.”

Your face faltered ever so slightly and you thought you might be sick.

“Cat got your tongue, your highness?” he sneered, narrowing his eyes at you cockily.

You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t know. If he knew then your parents knew; why else would they hire him?! You could feel your breath growing shallow and you had to really dig your thighs into your mounts sides to steady yourself.

“Hm.” You heard him hum in satisfaction, clearly revelling in the fact that he got you to shut up in mere moments.

You turned to face him but he had already turned away, gaze now resting steadily on the trail ahead of you.

Letting your own gaze fall to your hands, you let yourself fall back, working hard on your breathing; on keeping yourself calm.

You remained quiet for the rest of your trip. You said nothing when he pulled off to a clearing to set up camp. Stayed quiet as you ate, as you got your makeshift bed in order. For the first time in months, you didn’t say goodnight before turning away from him.

For the first time in months, you were afraid to fall asleep.

#sorry it's so short!!#I'm trying something new and I think it's working for me??#geralt of rivia #geralt x y/n #geralt x reader #geralt fanfic #bodyguard!AU #bodyguard!geralt #the witcher #the witcher series #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fandom #the witcher x reader #the witcher netflix #fanfiction #the witcher x y/n

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imperfectgamer · 6 years ago

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A Modern Day Cinderella

A pauper to princess tale.

This week there’s a modern-day Cinderella CAS challenge happening in the Sims 4 Universal Contest Group over on FB. I had a shot at it (and recorded footage for a speed through vid) but then remembered the final sim should have had a plain background...

I didn’t want the effort to go to waste though so thought I’d show her off to you guys :)

With this makeover, I used exactly the same sim for both characters. I changed NOTHING about the body at all! Just proves how changeable we all are!

Here’s The before...

Her name is Emily and she makes a living as a handywoman/gardner. She dreams of meeting her prince at one of the lovely venues she tends to. She’s sure they wouldn’t pay much attention to her though...

And here’s Emily a year later...

A whirlwind romance with a prince will do wonders for the soul ;)

He he! Let me know what you think of Emily’s transformation and what you’d think to more story type simscapades!

P.S. Simderella bwahahaha!!

#thesims4 #the sims 4 #ts4 #the sims 4 custom content #the sims 4 story #the sims 4 challenge #sims character #sims challenge #cas #ts4cas

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jess-irenes-fics · 7 years ago

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As Close As I Will Get To Loving You

This is my submission for @riversong-sam fairytale mashup challenge. My pairing is Sastiel, this is my twist on The Prince and The Pauper and Snow White and it is inspired by this song As Close As I’ll Get To Loving You by Aaron Tippins. Hope y’all enjoy it.

Warnings: language, feels

Summary: Step brothers Sam and Dean Winchester grew up in very different lifestyles; Sam being raised by his grandparents, working hard, not rich. Dean, grew up on the other side of the small town, in a two story home, the lavish life with his parents, a silver spoon in his mouth, popularity, sweater vests, never having to lift a finger. They went to the same schools, and they were actually fairly close, in high school Dean met Cas and they began dating. Now they’re grown and things began to come out into the open.

“Sam, could you close up?” his grandfather asks, tossing him the keys to the gun shop. “Sure thing” Sam smiles catching them as his grandfather walks out. “Hey Sam.....” “Yeah?” “....Your ma and I have been talking.....we are old...you have kept this place running....and, we want you to take over” “Wow....I mean....I don’t know....I work in a few places” “I know son, but think on it, good night see you tomorrow” he pats Sam’s shoulder and leaves. Sam finishes cleaning and then closes walking outside. Across the street under the streetlight he sees Dean and Cas. They were holding hands and smiling, nothing new there, Sam sighs. He waves and Dean gestures for him to come over.

“Hey Dean....Hi Cas” “Hello Sam” Cas says hugging Dean’s arm, Dean smiles. “How was work?” “Slow at the shop, nothing unusual...I’m on my way to my shifts over at Meg’s jewelers and then I have to go to my shift at Bobby’s automotive” “Wow, having to work like that must suck” Dean says. Sam shrugs, he didn’t mind. “So....how has dad been?” “So annoying” Dean rolls his eyes. “Earlier I told him I needed just $500 to get some work on my lambo, he said no, that’s why we’re walking and I’m scuffing up my new dress shoes. Y’know?”

Sam raises a brow and holds back a laugh. “No,not really.....how have you been Cas, I’ve been busy but I think about you” “....you work for Meg?” Cas asks. “Yeah,why?” “Come on Dean” Cas says, throwing his nose in the air and walking off down the street into the night as they walk down the downtown main street. Sam sighs, then walks to Meg’s.

“What are you doing here?” Sam is asked as he enters Meg’s jewelers store. “Um....Ruby, Hi, I have a shift. Seven to closing I thought” “Oh, well she bumped me up to manager and I changed the schedule.” “alright, well when should I come back?” Sam asks, his hands going into his jean pockets. “Half past never, you’re fired.” “Fired? Why?” “You’re late a lot for starters and you just have too much going on” “Yes, I know Samuel is sick, and I work two other jobs and I have school, but I always try to be here.” “why do you have so many jobs Sam?” “To pay for school, you know that Ruby” “Why don’t you just ask your dad or your brother for money?” “I’ll just go.....” Sam says walking out.

He stops leaning against the outside of the store, main street wasn’t exactly crowded but it being a very small, tight knit town if there were just a few people out at this time of the day it was busy enough.

“Sam!” he turns seeing his friend Jess with Charlie Bradbury and Joanna Harvelle. “Hey guys” he smiles.

“it’s weird to see you outside of the shops and not in one working” “Yeah uh....I just finished my shift at the gun shop and when in for one at the jewelers and apparently Ruby was bumped to manager, and I got fired” the girls hug him.

“Anyway, what is everyone doing in town tonight? I just saw Dean and Cas” “Awww~ I heard Dean wants to pop the question soon” Charlie says excitedly. “We’re just hanging out, while Jess is town” Jo answers. “Why does Dean have to be gay~” she whines, leaning on Charlie’s shoulder. “It’s alright, I’m gay~” Charlie smirks. “Yeah, and you’re engaged. Stupid Dorothy. Stupid sweater vests, stupid Cas” Jo continues. Charlie and Jess roll their eyes.

“Hey Sam, since you don’t have work, want to hang out with us?” “Dean’s going to-oh, uhm....thanks but I’ll let you ladies have a girl’s night, thank you though” Sam says smiling.

“Okie, bye~” the girls walk off, linked arm in arm, turning to wave goodbye at Sam, he waves back smiling. Sam sighs, thinking of what to do. He decides to call Gabriel for drinks. “Gaberiel”

“Sam~ Sam Winchester~ Hi Princess~ You hate me why are you calling?” “Yeah I do, I was wondering if you wanted to come meet me down at Ellen’s bar for some drinks?”

There is a moment of silence and Gaberiel’s tone changes. “......sure, we can talk Sam.....but, I have to bring Luci and Micheal”

Sam groans. “Fine....alright....thanks” “sure thing Princess~” “Stop calling me that!” Sam hangs up.

“Hey Sugarlips!~” Gabriel says as he walks into Ellen’s bar; his black leather jacket with studs on the shoulders, black ripped jeans with cuts in the knees, black Chuck Taylor’s All Star’s all working to make him stand out, along with his long blonde hair that went to his hips. Sam was already sitting down with his first or second beer. He wasn’t really caring to count. He flashes Gabriel a bitch face. “Sugarlips?” “You said stop calling you Princess” he smirks but then his eyes roll to the back of his head, he runs a finger through the top of his hair, then reaches outside the door. He grabbed the color of a white t-shirt covered in grass stains and dirt, being worn by his eldest brothers Micheal and Luci, neither of whom looked pleased, and he tosses them into one of the booths. “Shut up, Sugarlips needs to talk”

Sam looks over at the angry brothers, both covered in scratches and dirt. “the get along shirt again?” he looks up at Gabriel. “Yep~” he smiles taking a Twizzlers from his breast pocket and eating it. “You know one day they’re going to kill each other?” “God I hope so~ I’m running out of Excedrin.” Gabriel says taking a seat by Sam at the bar. “And studs?” Sam asks, a brow raised. “Anna got to my jacket, I love her” he says proudly. “You’re a good big brother Gabe...” Sam smiles. “How is Anna anyway?” “Good, she starts preschool soon and adores your step brother”

“Speaking of him-” “There we go, I knew it~” Gaberiel says as Ash brings everyone rounds. “Thanks Ash, does Ellen know Jo is in town?” “That’s why she isn’t talking, another mother-daughter spat, Jo’s father and yours just struck another big business deal and he is buying Jo a car, she doesn’t think he should just give it to her” Ash explains. “Well damn Ash, why don’t you tell them I’m on my period too? Since you’re putting our business everywhere!” Ellen, who had been washing dishes with her back turned to everyone,turns to finally snap at Ash who just chuckles. Pamela just rubs Ellen’s back.

“EWW!! WE DIDN’T NEED TO KNOW THAT!!!” Sam, Micheal, Gabriel, and Luci all speak together, covering their ears like children.

“Anyway, about Dean” Gabriel says bringing Sam back to their conversation, after sharing a bro nod of approval with Ash. “Nice mullet~” “Nice mane~” and Ash walks to the back of the bar.

“......well, I just got fired from Meg’s and.....the girls told me that he is thinking about proposing to your step-brother” “Good for Cas and Dean~” Gabe says eating another Twizzlers from his pocket with a smile. “Glad to see my little bro happy-...oh, Sam, I’m sorry dude” the sincerity of realization in his voice and sadness in his eyes becomes obvious. “......Twizzler.....?” he offers Sam. “No. Thanks.”

“Pay attention to me~!” Luci calls from behind them. “No Shut up!” Everyone in the bar responds.

“I have done nothing but pay attention to your needy whiny asses all day when we egged Bobby’s place!!” Gabriel snaps.

“You egged Bobby’s?!” Sam glares at him with wide eyes.

“Heh~ sorry Sugarlips, you won’t tell the old geezer will ya?” “Yes! I can’t afford to be fired from another job! Anyway, I gotta go, I have a shift in the morning over there” Sam gets up to leave annoyed.

“Wait, what time?” “eleven A.M” “Good~” Gabe makes him sit and drink until he finally starts giggling.

“You are really mean~” Sam points at Luci. “You-You’re annoying” he points to Gabe, then it was Micheal’s turn. “You are,well you’re just a prick” he says, almost serious, not giggling.

“And you’re drunk, let’s get you home so you can sleep Princess Sugarlips” Gabe wraps Sam’s arm around his shoulder. He then grabs his brothers by the color of the get along shirt, dragging them behind to Samuel and Deanna’s place.

“Gabriel” Samuel answers the door, annoyed. “What are you and those two hoodlums doing at my house” “Bringing Princess Sugalips home~” Gabe smiles and steps inside, dropping his sleeping brothers and carrying Sam to bed before coming back and grabbing the collars again. “Night Samuel~ wait, I smell cake?” “Deanna just made one” “Don’t mind if I do~” Gabriel walks into the kitchen and helps himself. Dropping his brothers again, they let out a groan but they were so shit faced they were just cuddling and sleeping on the floor and couldn’t care less, still in the get along shirt.

“That’s it! Get out!” Samuel throws the sleeping ones out onto the doorsteps before pushing Gabriel who grabs the cake tray carrying it with him because it was all he currently cared about. “Later~” he drags his big brothers home with one hand, the cake in the other.

The next morning Sam gets up and walk’s over to Bobby’s. Bobby was outside pissed, obvious by how he was holding his flask and drinking from it. He noticed the eggs.

“Damn it! Oh hey boy, wouldn’t happen to know how this happened would ya? I tell ya, my morning is going great, started with damn bastard Crowley next door coming over and waking me the hell up by ringing my damn doorbell in the shortest damn ladies bathrobe, I mean get shit faced and kiss a man one time and he thinks you’re a couple. It wasn’t my fault, Roofus made that batch! I mean, I did invite Crowley but never again. Oh, speaking of which, you’re off tomorrow, I’m going to my high school reunion with the cranky bastard”

“With Roofus? Thought you hated him” “I do, we do” “He is the cranky one?” Sam asks, a brow raised and a grin. “Hell yeah, I’m a sweet little snowflake. Anyway, who’s ass do I shoot so many bullets into that they shit ‘em for a week? I know you know” “Gaberiel, and-” “Lucifer and Micheal” “His name is Luci-” “I know what I said boy, go on and start cleaning this crap up. How has your morning been?” “I was bent over hugging a toilet” “Glad to see you’re finally enjoying yourself”

“Hey Bobby....that Dean’s lambo?” “Yep~” they walk over as Dean steps out of the shiny car, wiping grease and oil off their hands to rags. “Hey Bobby, Hey Sam, dude, you look like shit....hangover?” “Mhm~....guess John forked out the dough, what to do you want done?” “Uh, just pimp it out, add some rims, whatever you think would make it look good. Oh, Bobby, dad says I have to get a job, can I work here?” “I guess, I mean I know you can work on cars, right?” “Oh yes sir, you taught dad well and he taught me” “Yeah, alright, start the in a few days” “Thanks” Dean leaves with a smile.

Sam chuckles and whispers. “Hey Bobby, watch this...”.

“Dean! You got some dirt on your shoe!!” Dean jumps to immediately check before dusting off his shoes and flipping Sam the bird. “I’ll just pick my car up next week”

Sam and Bobby share a laugh and go on working. Dean begins working there and to Sam’s surprise, he actually was pretty good at the job, and didn’t mind getting dirty. The next week rolls around and before they know it the lambo was done.

“Alright, I’m clocking out bro, taking Cas out in my nice ride~” Dean says as he gets in and waves goodbye to Sam. Sam watches him roll away, he had tried to tell Cas of his feelings before but it was pointless,so he just sighed and figured it was too late. Dean and Cas were going to get married and there was nothing he could do.

“Alright Bobby, I’m gonna head home, get some sleep before class tomorrow” “Okay, later boy”

Sam was walking out as his phone rings. “Hello?”

“Sam Winchester?” “This is he” “You were the contact for your brother, he and a Castiel Novak Christ are being checked in at St Naomi’s Memorial, they were in a terrible car accident, I am sorry but your brother is in a coma” “I’ll be right there, and Cas?” “He has seemed to have lost some memory but he has been saying he wants to see his best friend, you”

Sam hangs up and runs to the hospital to be with them. After some months he misses his bar exam and drops out, all the money he gets from the gun shop he decided to take over when Samuel passed and Deanna, took her own life, Sam puts towards the hospital bills for Dean and Cas, it turns out Dean’s mother Mary couldn’t give two shits less about her son as long as John spent his money on keeping her happy, which he was whipped and wrapped around her finger so he would. Everyone thought John would have been better off with Sam’s mother Jody, but, she passed just after Sam was born from the affair. It had now been two years, Dean had not woken up and Cas was still in the hospital, thankfully with Sam’s help, he was almost walking again and he wasn’t paralyzed from the waist down as they said he would be. He was also gaining his memory back, for some reason he just didn’t remember Dean. Sam didn’t try to bring that memory back because he was enjoying his time with Cas.

“Sam” a nurse comes to the door, smiling. “You’re going to be glad you didn’t pull the plug, Dean’s awake”

Sam looks back to the nurse. “Really?” “Mhm~, go on and see him”

Sam rushes to Dean’s room. “You didn’t pull it” Dean says weakly.

“No....” “thanks....” “no problem....saw that your life was just as shitty as mine, in it’s own way.....and Cas is doing good. He is almost walking again...and he has almost all of his memory back.” “.......can I....see him?” “yeah....”

Sam goes back to Cas’ room where Cas looks up at him. “Hi Sam” he smiles. “Hi Cas” Sam smiles back, he knew his time was up. “Dean is awake.....wants to see you” “Dean?” “You will know him when you see him” he answers, lifting Cas up. Cas hugs him. “Thank you Sam, I would never get out of bed without you, you are the best friend I could ask for” “............yeah”. With that he helps Cas walk to Dean’s room.

“Dean” Cas did know him immediately, and he smiled, his eyes lighting up with a sparkle.

“Sam....” Dean points to a corner, Sam walks over. There it was, the ring. He brings it over to Dean.

“Cas.....I don’t know....if yo-” “Yes, Dean” they share a smile and Cas reaches over grabbing Dean’s hand.

“We’ll....I’m going to call everyone, I’m sure they’d want to know.” Sam says, forcing a smile and leaving. He calls everyone from Ellen’s bar.

“Wait, Dean is awake?” Ellen asked excitedly. Sam nods. She and Pamela rush out, leaving Sam alone there.

The next month or two go by in a blur for Sam, and before he knew it he found himself sitting outside the gun shop in a chair, cleaning a gun as everyone else was at the church, for Dean and Sam’s wedding. He just watched.

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antisisyphus · 8 years ago

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Rocky road and salted caramel also I love your blog!!!

rocky road- favorite songs at the moment?

im LOVING weak by ajr, last cigarette by kennedi, along with wet(the band) the moana soundtrack and bc im lazy and love spotify their pop chillout playlist

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rykerelias-archive · 6 years ago

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TRANSFERRED FILE. || @ofsais // @tuppencetrinkets. Elektra & Elias. VERSE: altered carbon. au. ( princess peanut v. 2. ) 001. THREAD: to be named.

“I can’t stay... I- I can’t take her life from her. We had our shot, baby, and it isn’t fair but it was taken from us. I can’t do that to her.”

break my muse’s heart. elias & elektra. the princess and the pauper / princess peanut arc. v. 2

Pain was … a way of life for him. Always had been. A constant reminder of everything that he’d endured. Everything he’d survived. Everything he’d done. His whole life, he’d been burning. Burnt away, carved away, one tiny molecule at a time, a yank here, a twist there. Angry words, harsh slaps, harder punches, icy stares, arrogant sneers, brittle slurs. Every lie, every mistake, every fuckup, every stupid choice, every word said out of anger or despair, carving away who he could have been, might have been, building this … monument of fury and guilt, this creature, this … GOLEM of vengeance and despair that wore his face. She’d been his ..LIGHT. His angel, fallen from Heaven. His GRACE. His redemption. She’d seen him. Seen past the bullshit bravado. Seen past his devil-may-care attitude. Seen all of him. The broken pieces. The raw edges, bleeding, oozing, twisted. And she’d loved him, anyways, in spite of it all, in spite of the life he lived, in spite of the man he was, in spite of the fact that he was a CHUMP in comparison to the kind of man she deserved. Despite the fact that all he could offer her was him, and a simple gold band.

And then she had been taken from him. His life. His world. He let her go, HE hadn’t know, HE hadn’t saved her – HE hadn’t found her until it was too late, until the damage was done. Hours and hours. DAYS of hell on earth, bleeding, suffering. Because of HIM. Because he hadn’t done his job. He had let his guard down. He had let himself get sucked into the delusion that someone like him might get something good, for once. He had let himself get sidetracked. Had let himself get talked down, let things slide, let things fall to the wayside. Let himself feel SAFE. He’d felt UNTOUCHABLE, four in the morning, he’d felt like THE GODS THEMSELVES, watching tiny fingers curl, and cling, wrinkled and red and soft and smelling like hope itself in human form. I DID THAT. He’d wanted to shout it from the rooftop, to thump his chest and crow in pride. But that’s what happens, isn’t it? You gotta rise before you fall. HE’D BEEN SO TALL. He’d felt so big. He could do ANYTHING.

“Please.” It was a ragged, broken thing, the word that choked its way past his lips. He was crumbling. Falling to pieces. Ash by ash, scar by scar, thread by thread, he was coming undone. Whatever he’d had, whatever reserves of strength or willpower or hope, those last vestiges of desperate NEED to keep moving, to put one foot after the other, to soldier on, to tough it out, to be A MAN – he was coming apart at the seams. Coming undone. He’d lost her once, lost her to his own stupidity, his own arrogance, his ignorance. It had killed him. Gutted him, hollowed him out, leaving him empty. Lizzie had been his only saving grace, his only reason for breathing, for bleeding, for not just blowing out his stack and leaving this world and all its bullshit misery behind. He’d stuffed himself with that, built himself up, for that, for HER, to build up the mask of himself, this shell, this pretend self that could be what she needed. And slowly, somehow, he’d found it helped. He found himself breathing, a little easier, sometimes. Moments, where there was just enough joy in watching her live that he could find a pretense of peace, in that. For that. For her.

He couldn’t do it again. He couldn’t do it alone. Not again. Not knowing that Elektra was RIGHT HERE, that she was standing RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM, that he could TOUCH her and SEE her and BREATH HER IN and it wasn’t just the echo of her that lived in his dreams and nightmares. What RIGHT did he have?! What right could he possibly have to stand here, and ask her to stay. Ask her to LIVE with what had happened to her, with what she had SUFFERED – to live a life with HIM like she wouldn’t be reminded, every moment of every day that it was on HIM, that she had suffered, and died, and lost all this time, every moment of Lizzie’s life since that day, because of HIM. “Please.” It was aching, and twisted, and dripping with guilt and loss and despair. “I ca—” A sharp, painful swallow, his tortured features twisting into a sharp grimace, his expression torn between rock-hard impassiveness and the torment that tore what was left of his heart to shreds. “You don’t…. I’ll go.” He forced the words past his lips, his heart clenching, pounding, seizing. He wasn’t sure if it was going to break, or explode. “You don’t …. Have to see me again. I’ll go. Just – stay. Please.” He swallowed back words, things that he might have said, could have said, once upon a time. I love you. I need you. “You have – a chance. At a life – a real life, with Lizzie – she – “ She needs you. She needs her mother. She needs something real. Something good. Something better than HIM.

“HUGO NATCHIOS has an army of sleeves waiting for his daughter, he can spin her up, she won’t even bat a fucking eye – to them it’s JUST A FUCKING SLEEVE –” To him, to Lizzie … it was everything. “I’ll get you … whatever you need. Money. Idents, a safe place to go, somewhere no one knows you, no one knows Lizzie, you can start over – you don’t have to do this.” Aching, tight desperation, tears burning hot in the corners of his eyes as he tried to swallow it down, shove it down, tamp it down. Feel it later, let it burn and break and shatter, later, cold, now, cold and hard and unfeeling. Just turn it off. Do what you have to do. JUST SAVE HER. “You can’t leave her. Not again.” Cheap, and dirty. “You can’t just walk away. You KNOW what that is, what that feels like. All she’s ever had is a fucking GHOST – you’re standing right here. Right now. If you leave, now, this time? It’s on you. Only you, YOUR CHOICE, to walk away.”

#ELIAS & ELEKTRA.#IC.#OFSAIS #ELIAS & ELEKTRA. ( ac. ) ( organic damage. ) ( princes speanut. v. 2. )#VERSE. ( ac. ) ( organic damage. )#VERSE. ( ac. ) ( organic damage. ) ( princess peanut. v. 2. )#death tw #torture tw #noncon tw #THREAD. ( ac. ) ( organic damage. ) ( princess peanut. v. 2. ) 001.#ANSWERED.#FIN.#08.18.18.

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