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sorchathered · 10 months ago

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Something in the Orange

Happy Valentine’s Day babes! Just a little Bob one shot to celebrate the day.❤️

Pairing- Bob Floyd x reader

Warnings- Drinking, language, smut

Summary- North Island’s new medical officer seems to have caught everyone’s eye, but she has her sights set on a certain WSO.

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Knuckles rapping against the shitty cafeteria table startle you out of your thoughts, looking up you audibly groan at who has decided to grace you with his presence. Jake Seresin, or Hangman as you know him has sidled up to the table of aviators and medics with a cocksure smile and flirty demeanor almost every day this week and to be frank it’s really starting to get on your nerves. Being the head medical officer for the dagger squad isn’t a boring job by any means and sometimes all you want is to just eat in silence, today unfortunately no one is giving you that opportunity.

“What’s up doc?” He says while wiggling his eyebrows at you, and you roll your eyes, he has got to be the cheesiest man you’ve ever met and you still don’t know how any of his lines get him a date.

“Just living the dream Hangman, trying to catch a break and hoping one of you doesn’t wind up in my infirmary today.”

If he gets the hint that you aren’t interested he doesn’t acknowledge, just makes himself at home in your space and swipes a chip off your plate.

“Hard deck tonight, everyone’s going, you gonna tag along? I’d love to buy you a drink.”

You had in fact planned to go, but not to spend time giving Seresin any more attention than his giant ego needed. You had your eye on someone else entirely, but being the shiny new toy in fightertown (single, under 40, and hot) meant that every available guy (and some girls) on the squad had been vying for your attention the past few weeks since your arrival. It was becoming tedious, you knew you would need to set up some boundaries but you’d been testing the waters and just trying to make some friends, not looking for anything serious yet. Well unless a certain someone wanted that but that was a whole other can of worms.

So you just smiled up at Mirimar’s golden boy and told him you’d see him later that evening, not missing the glare a certain bespectacled WSO had directed in his teammate’s direction. You’d unpack that later.

Bob Floyd had been your one serious boyfriend in your navy career, you’d both been stationed together in Maryland in your mid twenties and had gotten on like a house on fire. But you both were young and not ready for anything substantial so when he moved to Lemoore you both agreed to stay friends and see where life took you. It was hard and you were heartbroken but you knew now it had been for the best, neither one of you were ready for marriage at the time and your careers kept you both on opposite sides of the planet which made things even more difficult. But now you were here, seeing each other every day and it was slowly driving him insane having to watch every one of his squad mates flirt with you on the daily. He knew you probably found it hilarious how it got under his skin, he didn’t have the right to say anything about it anymore and that was what frustrated him the most. He’d been the one to break things off, he’d put you both in the position you were in and he couldn’t stand it. But you two had barely spoken since you’d joined the team, and who knows if he even still had a shot in the first place?

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Hard Deck Fridays had become a commonplace for the Dagger Squad and their crew, and tonight was no exception. The bar was packed to capacity, everyone tossing back drinks and toasting to the weekend, congregating by the pool tables near the jukebox while Hangman and Coyote ran the dart board. You finally squeezed your way through the crowd after getting a beer for you and your medic buddy Carrie, grateful that she had claimed a table with Phoenix and a few of the other girls in your group. You all chatted and gossiped over the news of the week and you could finally feel the tension release from your shoulders, it really had been a good idea to get out tonight you hadn’t realized how much you’d needed the girl time.

“Uh oh girls, Rooster’s headed this way”

You all craned your necks to get a good look, there was no denying that Bradley Bradshaw was hot, but he definitely wasn’t your type. He’d made it known more than once that he wasn’t a commitment kinda guy and you were perfectly fine with viewing him as eye candy and letting that be that. But he had his eyes set on you tonight and his heated gaze raking over your body had you feeling some kind of way. “Down girl, it’s been a while but damn you need to get it together” you thought as he made his way over, one night in the sack with Bradshaw wouldn’t be worth the weeks of awkwardness that would be sure to follow and the repercussions were enough to keep him at arms length.

“Evening ladies,” he said with a lopsided grin, sunglasses still perched on his nose despite being indoors, which should have looked stupid but on him it was definitely working.

“Y/n wanna take a walk outside with me for a bit? I’d love a chance to get to know our new medical officer a little better.”

Well he certainly took the direct route, you had to hand it to him. He knew what he wanted and went for it, you could respect that. But as your eyes flicked up to make your response you noticed Bob at the table across from you with Fanboy, eyes boring into yours with a look you knew all too well. That I know what you look like on your knees kind of look, and damn it you were turned on just at the memories of him. So you smiled sweetly at Bradley and politely turned him down, making your way towards the bathrooms with a slight nod of your head in Bob’s direction. He slung back the last of his whiskey and made an excuse to leave the group, no one the wiser at what was transpiring.

In the dark hallway by the restrooms he found you, nervously playing with your bracelet and eyes darting all over as you looked for him. You sighed in relief when you saw him and he reached out for your hand to take you through the back exit into the balmy summer night.

You felt like every nerve was on fire, you’d been avoiding him the past few weeks, afraid to ask how he was or how things had been. What if he was in a relationship? What if he was over you and wasn’t interested anymore? You’d spent way too many nights with your hand hovering over his contact in your phone, way too chicken shit to make the call. But now he was here and holding your hand and you might explode just from the proximity alone. He had bulked up since you’d seen him last, muscles stretching that white tee just right and his hair was lighter from all the days in the California sun. Freckles covered his nose and cheeks and you wondered if they were along his shoulders and back as well, wondered what it’d be like to be in his arms again, in his bed, listening to him sing to you as you fell asleep like he used to. You needed to know if you had a shot, it was right on the tip of your tongue and you couldn’t bury it anymore.

“Robby, uh I know it’s been a while but-“

“I missed you.”

You blinked up at him with shock now, how much time had you wasted the past few weeks avoiding him? Regret flooded you at the realization that you should have had this talk sooner.

“I missed you too.”

He didn’t wait for you to say anything else, crowding you up against the weathered wall of the bar and leaning in to cup your cheeks with his hands. He rubbed his nose along yours and you let out a shaky laugh, he’d always been so good at rendering you speechless, drunk on the smell of his cologne and heat of his body pressed against yours.

“Can I kiss you sweetheart? Wanna make up for all that lost time we wasted.”

You nodded maybe a little too enthusiastically because he huffed out an amused laugh but pulled you impossibly closer, lips molding to yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck and sighed. God you’d missed him, no one had ever filled the void he’d left in his wake no matter how hard you’d tried. The two of you a tangled bunch of limbs and tongues in an all too familiar dance that had your hands roaming and bodies grinding into each other, barely aware that you were in a very public space. The bar door flung open and startled you both, Phoenix peeking out into the darkness to find the two of you still pressed together, chests heaving as you gasped for air.

“So I see you two have kissed and made up” she said with a laugh, and Bob hid his face in the crook of your neck, giggles pouring from him which brought on a round of them from yourself. She smiled knowingly and with a wink waved you both off, of course Bob had told her everything about the two of you, it wasn’t a surprise at all in her mind that she would eventually find the two of you like this; it had only been a matter of time. “I like her” you said as you fixed his crooked glasses. “Yeah, she grows on you, like mold” which sent you both into a laughing fit, it felt good to be with him like this again. No more tension between the two of you and it had you craving domesticity with him even more.

“What does this mean?” You whispered up at him, you didn’t know if you could bear it if he didn’t want to start over and the uncertainty in your eyes broke his heart.

“I was stupid, so so stupid. I love you, I never stopped. I won’t screw it up this time baby, I swear it.” He reaches for your hand and sticks his pinky out, knows your affinity for pinky promises and that they are law in your heart. It’s binding, if you two cross this bridge and he makes this promise there’s no going back.

With a shaky breath you link yours with his and blink back the tears that blind your eyes, he really does mean it. He won’t break your heart again.

“Let’s go inside before Phoenix comes back, she’s relentless and it’s time I introduce you to her properly. Want everyone to know you’re mine.”

He pecks your lips and then helps you fix your hair and dress, leading the way back to your table. To say the group seemed stunned was an understatement, no one but Natasha had known you even knew each other and now here was their quiet WSO with the new girl in his lap kissing her like they’d known each other for ages. Bradley turned to Jake who gave him a flabbergasted look as well, how the hell had Baby on Board managed to snatch you up when they couldn’t even get a second glance from you? Coyote ever the nosy gossip of the group sidled over to the two of you pulling you both from your conversation, Bob giving him an eyebrow raise clearly annoyed at being interrupted.

“Ease up Bob, just curious about how you two kids know each other, you two look awfully cozy.”

You patted Bob’s cheek and smiled, the rumor mill would swirl regardless so why not get ahead of it now? You leaned in to give Bob a quick kiss and then turned all your attention to the group who clearly couldn’t mind their own business, eavesdropping on your conversation and failing miserably at hiding their interest.

“Not that it’s any of your business Lieutenant Machado but Bob and I go way back. Now if you’ll excuse me I think I’m going to have my boyfriend take me home and fuck me senseless so if you’ve gotten your answers I’d suggest you find somewhere else to be.” You smiled a saccharine sweet look at him, laced with a bit of venom as you dared anyone to say anything untoward. You knew the guys liked to pick on him and you wouldn’t have it happening on your watch anymore. Coyote gave an incredulous look but got the hint and with a fist bump to Bob made his way back to the group. Everyone else seemed awestruck until you glanced over the room, then they magically all had something else to do or look at that wasn’t the two of you.

Bob and Phoenix choked out a laugh and he squeezed your side, when you looked at him his eyes were hungry, heat pooling in your stomach at the look he gave you. It’d been so long since you’d been together but you would never forget what that look meant and you gasped for air, squeezing your eyes and legs shut at the same time as he leaned in to nuzzle next to your ear.

“Think we should get out of here pretty girl, what’dya say? Time to go home so you can get fucked senseless like you put so eloquently?” He huffs out a laugh, he’d missed your smart mouth and zero tolerance for bullshit.

Your response gets lost in your throat somewhere, but you follow him out of the bar as he waves everyone off, they’ll no doubt have plenty to ask you both on Monday but he didn’t give a shit, you were here and he’d been an absolute fool to let you go. He wouldn’t do it again.

He’d tried to move on countless times over the past few years, if he was honest with himself he looked for you in every woman he dated but no one seemed to fit the bill. You two had kept in contact over the years and he knew you hadn’t settled down either, hope always in the back of his mind that you’d find your way back to each other.

He’d barely made it in the door before he was on you, wrenching your tiny dress over your head to find you in nothing but the tiniest scrap of underwear he’d ever seen. You were grinding your body all over his and whining deep in your throat as he ran his knuckles up against your nipples. Scooping you up and tossing you over his shoulder he made his way down the hall to his bedroom, peals of laughter leaving you and he swatted your ass, God he’d missed this. He’d never had this kind of intimacy with anyone else. It was easy, like breathing when the two f you were in bed, always talking and laughing while also rough and dirty, the sex was always hot but the partnership you shared was something neither of you could find anywhere else.

You bounced backward as he plopped you onto his bed, and you were suddenly very aware that he had too many clothes on. You needed him now, there would be plenty of time to talk and take time relearning each others bodies but in this moment you wanted him inside you.

“Robby, please. Please fuck me, need it so badly missed you so much.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, pulling his shirt off and tossing it somewhere in the dark. Pants made it just below his ass before he was pulling himself free and sliding into you. You gasped as he manhandled you, grasping his face to lick into his mouth as he slammed back into you with a sharp thrust, you had been soaked the minute you two got in the car and were more than ready to let him have you. It was animalistic the way he was fucking into you, sucking and biting whatever skin he could reach as he grunted praise in your ear, how tight your little wet pussy was and how badly he wanted to mark you up, keep you stuffed full of him every second of every day, needed to fuck you until you couldn’t walk anymore and you clenched down on his cock, it was too much and not enough all at once, you needed him like oxygen, so many nights you’d spent pretending your fingers were his cock but nothing could ever substitute how good Bob could make you feel.

He needed you to cum, his resolve was crumbling but he couldn’t let himself finish without you letting go first, needed to see you come undone and watch that fucked out stupid smile on your face he’d missed so much while he took what he needed from your spent body. He snaked a hand down to your throbbing clit and swiped slow circles to build you up, watched your chest and neck flush as you began to wail and thrash in his arms, pussy pulsing around him and he couldn’t hold it in anymore, biting down on your shoulder as he came hard, painting your walls in his release as you cried and bucked into him, still coming down from your high.

Finally the heaviness in his chest he’d had since you arrived felt bearable, he took a deep breath that he swore he’d been holding for days and appraised his handiwork as you sucked in deep breaths. Your chest was littered in what would be dark hickies before the weekend was through, bite mark on your shoulder would definitely cause some looks but you looked like an angel from the orange glow of the hallway light, and Bob finally felt himself relax.

You giggled into his shoulder as he melted into you, broad heavy body crushing you into the mattress and you felt like you were floating from the afterglow.

“So, is it safe to say we’re back together?” He said with a sheepish grin and you slapped his ass causing him to yelp and rub his stubble into your cheek.

“Might have to keep my options open, apparently I’m a hot commodity these days” you cackled and he pulled back to pin you by the hips to the bed, attacking you with tickles as you kicked and fought his advances. The two of you would spend the whole weekend wrapped up in each other, and Bob would spend every day proving to you he was in this for the long haul.

Monday morning came too soon, and when the time came to change in the locker rooms the guys were treated to baby Bob Floyd covered in hickies and scratch marks, needless to say they didn’t pick on him again about his lack of sexual prowess, and the incessant flirting from Seresin and Bradshaw miraculously stopped. You were Bob’s girl, off limits and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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starsbies · 1 year ago

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Hungry For Your Love (Coriolanus x !Plinth Reader)

Warnings: NON-CON, drugging, drinking, Coriolanus is his own warning, jealousy, breeding kink, manipulation, forced pregnancy, virginity loss, forced marriage (lmk if i missed some)

divider by @cafekitsune

porn w some plot or when coriolanus decides he wants you.

18+ only MDNI

wc - 4.4k

Coriolanus wouldn’t deny all the things he had in his mind. About all the things he would do to you. Especially in this very moment of time.

You were sitting right next to him at the dinner table. Ever since he got rid of Sejanus–and became the new son of the Plinths–he had to eat dinner with the Plinths every two or so weeks. Although he found their district status to be quite deplorable, their wealth wasn’t. And to be frank you weren’t either.

To Coriolanus, you were the epitome of class and obedience. Well, almost, the way your leg was bouncing wasn't classy at all. Under different circumstances he would just put his hand on your thigh to stop you. Then he’d slowly make his hand upwards and-

“Coriolanus, what do you think?”

The old man broke Coryo out of his train of thought. Suddenly his mind was going a million miles per minute. What were they talking about? Something about a project for.. No, that's not right. A new building? For the University maybe?

Then you spoke up, “Well Pa, personally I think a new cafeteria for the Academy is long overdue. It would’ve been nice to not have such a beat up cafeteria when I was a student.”

He looked at you in the corner of his eye. You had a strand of your hair tucked behind your hair and your leg was no longer bouncing. Had you purposely saved him?

Then he remembered that he still needed to answer Strabo. Coriolanus cleared his throat, “I think I’d have to agree with Y/N. The cafeteria dates back before the war so I believe it’s definitely overdue for a new building.”

Strabo nodded in acknowledgement before continuing to bite into his steak. Coriolanus decided to do the same and then took another peek at you. You looked so gorgeous to him, well you do everyday—but today was a treat.

You wore a red dress that went to your knees. It covered just enough to be considered modest. Your hair was down but he could see your dangling pearl earrings. He noted how you’d make a perfect bride for him. Beautiful, graceful, and heiress to the family business and fortune. In exchange he would give you status.

Together you two would be the elite of the elite.

“So Coryo,” the blond internally winced. He hated when Mrs. Plinth called him that. “How's it going being Dr. Gaul’s understudy?”

“Well, there’s a lot of work, you know.” He took a deep breath, “We’ve been working on remaking the Jabberjays, since they can’t reproduce on their own we have to make a whole new species of them. We want to use them in the next Hunger Games so-”

A sudden chair screeching interrupted him. He turned and saw you standing. You excused yourself from the table, claiming you needed to finish writing an essay. Coriolanus wasn’t dumb, he knew why you really left. Though you’re very different from your brother there were also some ways the two of you were similar. Your distaste towards the Hunger Games was something that he’d have to help you get over if you’re to be the first lady of Panem.

Coriolanus waited a few moments before also excusing himself and he found himself making his way to your room. As he started nearing your room he started asking himself, what was he doing? What would he say when you asked him why he was here?

He couldn’t just proclaim you as his wife and tell you to get over it. Not yet, anyway.

He eventually came to the conclusion that it was probably best to just leave. Grandma'am and Tigris were waiting anyway.

That night Coriolanus had dreamt of you. That in itself wasn’t really a rare occurrence by any means, but the things you told him—the things you did to him—in his dreams was what made him wake up rock hard and sweaty. You really are such a tease.

After a few seconds of laying in bed, Coriolanus decided that since a certain problem won’t go away any time soon it was time to get his day started. Once he stood up he nearly started to make his own bed. A bad habit of his. Before the Plinth’s started providing everything he needed, Coriolanus always had to make his own bed. He always had to clean up for himself. Now he has Avoxes to do that for him. Old habits do die hard.

When Coriolanus stepped into the bathroom he wasn’t surprised to see that the bath wasn’t drawn for him like usual. He was up way earlier than usual. He sighed and turned on the water. He started undressing and then checked the water temperature. Once he decided the water was warm enough he slowly started to insert himself into the tub.

Once he was fully submerged, he closed his eyes and eased his body. He recounted the images from his dream and subconsciously his hands started moving to his shaft.

“Sir, please.. Please let me see it.” you were in that slutty red dress that you wore last night. And you were on your knees for him. The thought of that was biting and delicious. He’d tell you no, just so you’d beg more.

In his dream, Coriolanus stood from his chair. Now towering over you, he unzipped his pants allowing his cock to spring free. You immediately took it into your mouth.

Would you be that desperate for him in real life?

Coriolanus needs you as much as any man needs air. He gritted his teeth, unable to hold on much longer. Slowly, the blond starts pumping his shaft. It was so animalistic and enticing, the image he had of you. He couldn’t help but choke back his wails of pleasure. He was afraid of being caught by Tigris, or even worse–the grandma’am–but he couldn’t help himself.

In his fantasy you’re swallowing him whole, deepthroating every inch of him. Your cheeks hollowed out and your tongue was swirling around him like a good girl. He grabs you by both sides of your head and starts fucking your face like an animal.

Soon enough Coriolanus can feel himself reaching his climax. His legs are weak as he tries to imagine himself pouring his seed into you, and not some bathtub. You’d most certainly look divine carrying his child.

After a few moments after his climax he realized how tainted that whole ordeal was. Yet, he thinks that he would do it again, and again. Until he had you.

Coriolanus sighs as he drains the tub and draws up another bath. This time around the bath was short.

The next time Coriolanus saw you–in person–was at a party hosted by Clemensia. He was surprised to see you. You weren’t usually the type to go out, especially to parties like these. Unless there was a good reason for you to come. Or had you finally made an effort to debut into Capitol society? Hopefully the latter.

He continued to observe you from afar. You were sitting with one leg crossed over the other. Seemingly deep in thought. Or you were, until a tall and pretty lean gentleman approached you. Your face lit up and Coriolanus wished you’d look at him like that.

Who is he? How did he know you, how did you know him?

Coriolanus quickly sought out Clemensia, it was her party so she must know. It didn’t take long to find the black haired girl. She was speaking with Festus and the two were clearly laughing about something that didn’t really seem too important. He approached the two and whispered “Clemmie,” a nickname he only used if he needed something, “Can I steal you for a minute?”

The girl stilled for a second before telling Festus to give them a second. She looked up at Coriolanus, “What is it, Coryo?”

He wasted no time in asking who the male that was with you was.

Clemensia sighed, “Her plus one, I invited her ‘cause she’s rich and the heir to her father’s business. It’s good to have her on my good side. Wasn’t really expecting her to come so I told her to bring a plus one if she wanted.”

Plus one? You not only came to a party, but brought a plus one? Were the two of you together? The thought of that makes someone churn in his stomach. “So who is he?”

“Don’t really know. Pretty sure they bonded over their hatred of the games, he was probably homeschooled.”

Coriolanus felt sick and Clemensia noticed. She took a step back. “Hey, you look like you might vomit all over the place.. You know where the guest bathroom is right?” He nodded. “Good. There’s a medicine cabinet in there too, if you want. Please don’t ruin my party, Coryo.”

Coriolanus nodded his head before making his way to the bathroom. He stood over the toilet for a couple of moments, and nothing happened. He figured that it would be best to take some medicine before heading out, just in case. He opened a few different cabinets before finding the right one.

He knew there’d be lots of different bottles, but he still wasn’t expecting such a variety. Coriolanus knew that Clemensia struggled a lot, mentally, after the snake incident so he knew there’d be lots of prescriptions in here. Curiosity got the best of him and he started going through each one. There were a few anxiety prescriptions, like benzodiazepines, which he expected. However, he took notice of all the insomnia medications. There were so many sleeping pills. The one that caught his attention the most was flunitrazepam. It’s a powerful sedative, and he’s wondering if Clemensia really takes such a strong drug to sleep?

There was a little voice in the back of his mind telling him to take some. Not for himself of course. To give to you. Coriolanus wishes that he still had a little angel on his shoulder, telling him it was a bad idea. A voice to persuade him not to. But there wasn’t. Has there ever been?

Before Coriolanus knew it he was unscrewing the cap and took out one of the small pills. He took his handkerchief out of his pocket and laid it beside the sink. He set the pill on top before smashing it into tiny pieces. He rolled the handkerchief—with the sedative still inside—into a ball and shoved it into his coat pocket.

Before Coriolanus left the bathroom he made sure to take medicine for his stomach ache. Just in case.

He made his way to the bar, where an Avox was bartending. He put up two of his fingers to the bartender. As it started making the drinks, Coriolanus sought you out again. Unsurprisingly, you were still in the same spot. The only difference now was that the male was sitting beside you, and Coriolanus could feel himself becoming more and more aggravated. He turned back around, not wanting to see you laughing at the other man’s joke any longer.

A few seconds later the Avox set two drinks in front of him and Coriolanus took no time in taking out his handkerchief and spilling the contents into one of the glasses. The Avox watched the whole thing happen and could only raise its eyebrows in response. Coriolanus smirked knowing it couldn’t say anything. Coriolanus took a glass into each hand, noting that the one with the sedative in it was in his right hand.

The closer Coriolanus got, the more nervous he became. Part of him felt bad, really. You're just an innocent girl, one who is easily swayed. That had to be it. Sejanus must’ve started your hatred towards the hunger games, and that man continues to spark that hatred. Someone needs to save you, to wake you up. He won’t let you do something stupid like Sejanus did. Coriolanus is saving you, and this is the only way he can do it.

“Y/N Plinth, what a pleasant surprise!” he exclaimed, as if he wasn’t already of her attendance. You looked up at him, and he swore his heart rate went up.

“Oh, Coriolanus. Good to see you too.”

You clearly were uncomfortable with his interruption. Was he the first person to approach you? Coriolanus was thinking about how to ease the tension when your plus one spoke up instead. “Hello, I’m Chiron. Nice to meet you.”

Coriolanus took a few minutes to soak in the male’s appearance. He had dark hair, and blue eyes. His jawline was square and Coriolanus took note of how his suit was lower end. Was he even Capitol? Then he turned back to you. You wore a simple black dress and heels. A timeless outfit. He noted that you did an updo with your hair, to show off your earrings. Stunning.

“Nice to meet you too, Chiron. Sadly, I only have two drinks, you don’t mind do you?”

The brown haired man shrugged and you finally spoke up again, “Oh, it’s okay. I don’t drink.” How cute, Coriolanus thought. “Oh c’mon, it’ll help you ease up a little. I can tell you’re a little tense.”

His tone was light, but he could tell he might’ve sounded more demanding. You sighed and gave him a tiny smile. He made sure he gave you the one in his right hand. You held it and eager to get you to drink it, he raised his glass. “To Sejanus.” A toast that you knew you couldn’t refuse.

You raise your glass afterwards and whispered, “To my brother.” Without waiting for Coriolanus to lower his glass, you took a giant swing of the drink.

After a couple minutes of small talking, he could tell that the drug was slowly taking effect. You were swaying and kept trying to steady yourself. Until you couldn’t and Chiron had to catch you from falling.

“Woah hey, are you okay?” the brunette asked and of course you gave no response. “What’s wrong with her? Did you do something?” the man gave Coriolanus an accusatory glare.

“No! Of course not.” Coriolanus paused for a moment, thinking of what he could say to sell his lie. “Wait.. I can’t believe I forgot she’s a lightweight. I should’ve realized when she said she doesn’t drink.”

“You did this on purpose didn’t you!” Chiron started shouting at Coriolanus. “Did you spike her drink or something? You did, didn't you!”

All the background chatter from the other attendees quieted down. Observing the scene before them. “Why would I do that? I would never even consider doing that to her, I-”

Then Clemensia stepped in. “What’s going on here, Coryo? I asked you not to ruin my party.” Her eyes landed on you and then up to Coriolanus, clearly expecting a good explanation.

He sighed. “This man is making very harmful accusations. He’s saying I drugged her. Y/N’s just a lightweight.”

“Is that true?”

He already knew she’d believe him and the brunette knew it too.

“Look, whatever. I’m taking her home.” he said, and started to pick you up before Coriolanus spoke up again.

“No.. I don’t think that’s a good idea. Do you think so Clemmie?”

“Well I don’t know I-”

“Clemmie, do you want her to be taken by some guy that nobody knows?” his voice was eager, he can’t let all of this trouble go to waste. “Who knows what he’ll do to her?” He whispered, only loud enough for her to hear.

Clemmie sighed. “I guess not, maybe she should just sleep in one of the guest bedrooms?”

After that people began to whisper and that felt more eerie than the silence.

“I’ll stay with her.” Chiron was clearly trying desperately to save you. Sadly for him, he doesn’t have nearly the same amount of power as Coriolanus.

Before Coriolanus could persuade Clemensia to say no, she did it on her own. Telling him that he needs to leave her party, since the reason he was even allowed to come—you—was no longer, technically, here.

And that was that. Two Avoxes wasted no time in escorting the man out. Coriolanus could only smirk to himself. He made a mental note to thank Clemensia in the future.

“I guess I’ll take her to the guest bedroom then?” He finally allowed himself a deep breath in and out. Everything he’s ever worked for has led to this moment.

“Coriolanus.” Clemensia’s voice was serious and blond found himself coming back to reality. “Don’t hurt her.”

He looked down and found that she was already looking at him. Her face was hard and eyes were cold and serious. Like a snake. Coriolanus gulped, “I would never dream of it.”

And she believed him.

Coriolanus took no time in picking you up bridal style. On his way to the bedroom, he passed the bar and made eye contact with the same Avox that watched him spike your drink. He couldn’t help but feel his pride grow as the Avox quickly looked away. Surely aware of what was going to take place.

In the past the blond felt bad about the seemingly inhumane ways the Capitol removed tongues from people who spoke out or rebelled. He always thought about the pain, and how cruel it was to take away their communication, then force them into servitude. That was him a long time ago however. Now he understands the importance of such policies. Power and control, two words that Coriolanus resonated with.

Once he made it to the bedroom he laid you gently onto the mattress. He didn’t immediately take off his clothes, or yours. He just sat there and studied you. You were so irresistible. How hadn’t he noticed earlier? Was it because Sejanus bothered him so much that he never noticed you? Whatever the reason was, Sejanus was now gone and you were going to be his–soon.

The thought that more nights like this—nights with you— were in his future made him grow hard. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He began by taking off your heels. He wondered how you could wear such ridiculous things, surely they were uncomfortable and he was proven right when he noticed the blisters on your feet. He mentally added that to his list of things he’d have to fix.

Coriolanus took time in taking off your dress. He carefully sat you upright just enough to unzip the back zipper. He even more carefully removed the dress from your body and then laid you back down. He took a moment to admire your almost bare form. You were wearing a matching black set. Nothing too much. You weren’t planning on this happening anyway.

He pushed your panties to the side and inserted one finger into you slowly. Absolutely divine, he thought. The way you felt around his finger was enough to get him drunk. He began to kiss up your legs while also thrusting his digit. Part of him wishes you were awake, just so he can see your reactions. You’d be moaning for more, begging for more, he knows it.

The blond inserted a second digit and began scissoring motions. Suddenly he hears a small whimper, so small he wasn’t even sure what it was until he heard it a second time. Were you waking up? Part of him hopes so, that way you’ll know and realize who you belong to. The other part of him wants you to keep sleeping. That way he won’t have to fight you, he already worked so hard to get here anyway.

Coriolanus momentarily stops his ministrations and removes his fingers from your wetness. He examines them, drenched in your juices. He licks his fingers clean and can feel himself getting impossibly harder. You make him so hungry, he’s starved. He can’t hold himself any longer, he tells himself. Next time, he assures himself, he’ll take his time enjoying you.

He quickly releases his length. It’s angry and red, begging for you. He huffs before finally removing your underwear. He contemplated stealing them before realizing he won’t need to after this. He quickly threw them somewhere and then he spread your legs.

He touched his cock a few times, then proceeded to coat his length in his precum. He could feel his heart pounding and his breath quickening. He aligned himself with your entrance and slowly pushed in. You were tight, and he cursed to himself because he knew he should’ve taken more time preparing you.

Once he was fully seethed inside of you, he took a moment and admired the blood on his cock. Pleased to know you hadn’t slept with that lousy Chiron guy, he slowly removed himself before shoving himself back inside of you. You were still whimpering like before, but now you wore a pained expression on your face. You could feel him.

“I know it hurts right now, love. Bear with me.” he whispered, although he wasn’t sure if you could hear him or even comprehend what he was saying.

Coriolanus could feel all the arousal pooling between the two of you. You weren’t as tight as you had been in the beginning. Now he could easily invade your gummy walls. If anything he wasn’t invading them because they sucked him back in. His lip twitched and he began to quicken his pace. After a particular thrust your body clenched around him and he let out a groan. “You like that, huh? You dirty slut.”

He began to aim harder at the same place that had you clenching around his length. When you let out a mewl he decided to go even faster. You were such a mess. A beautiful mess, one that he created and one that he will clean up.

The blond slid his hands behind your back and unclipped your bra. He quickly disposed of it and stared at your chest. Now you were fully exposed to him. He drank in the sight, no more secrets. He was going to memorize every freckle, every birthmark, every inch of your body by the end of tonight.

Every thrust made your chest bounce and he couldn’t help but take the left one in his mouth while squeezing the other. He swirled his tongue around your nipple before sucking on it lightly. In his other hand he was rubbing your nipple.

“C- Cor-”

He perked up, hearing your voice. You must be waking up. He removed his mouth from your mound, leaving a trail of his saliva, and looked at your face. You looked scared and for a second he felt bad. Then he reminded himself that you did this to yourself. In the long run, you’ll be thankful.

“Whats-” you furrowed your brows, clearly not fully awake. “What are you-”

He was quick to shush you. “Let me take care of you, okay?” He planted a kiss on your forehead, to which you tried your best to push him away. Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t let your refusal be let off so lightly but you were just so weak. Instead he just took your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“Be a good girl or I won’t let you cum. Understand?” He looked into your eyes and he could tell you were about to cry. Your eyes were glossed over and your face was red, from the sex or the need to cry–he wasn’t sure.

After a mere second of eye contact you turned your head to the side. He growled, tired of your disobedience. He removed one of his hands from your wrists and moved it to your jaw. He forced you to look at him.

“Keep your eyes on me,” your tears started falling and he quickened his pace, “I’m gonna take care of you.. I promise.” he wiped your cheek with his thumb. Out of lust–or fear–you nodded. He could tell you were gonna climax soon, so he removed his hand from your wrists and moved it to your clit doing circular motions. You started whimpering, holding back her moans, “Go on, moan my name.. Don’t be shy.”

“C- Coriolanus,” he hummed, questioning. “Please.. Too much.” you begged.

He grinned in satisfaction and quickened his pace. You started to squeeze him more and he knew it was coming. You started to squirm, an unfamiliar feeling surely boiling in your lower abdomen.

After a few moments longer you came undone. Coriolanus made sure to study the pure ecstasy on your face. The way your mouth opened, revealing the most gratifying moan. The way your eyes squinted, your senses became too much. It was all so lewd and he gave you no comfort in stopping his ministrations, opting to fuck you through it. He was searching for his own climax now while you were a moaning mess underneath him.

He leaned down to your ear, “I’m gonna feel you up so nice, put a baby in your womb. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

You didn’t answer him, unable to not be a blubbering mess. He took the way your cunt sucked him in as an answer enough.

There it was, the coiling feeling. He became erratic, chasing that all too familiar feeling of his high. Suddenly he was the moaning mess and not you. He examined your face, and noted that you were crying more than before and that sent him over edge. He spilled every drop of his seed into you.

Then he stayed there and the world felt silent besides the two of you breathing. Everything felt surreal.

His member was soft now, and he slowly removed himself from inside you. He pushed out the cum that was leaking out. Don’t want any of that getting lost, he thought.

He laid himself onto the bed next to you. He tried looking at you, only for you to turn the other direction. He sighed, understanding that you might need time to think about everything that’s happened.

“You’ve ruined me, Coriolanus Snow.” you said, so tiny he wasn’t sure you even said it until you turned your head back to face him.

“You’ve taken everything from me.” your face was tear stained and red. Your nose was runny and he just noticed that you were sniffling.

“Everything?”

You took a shaky breath. “My life, my fortune, my future,” you closed your eyes, “my brother.”

To that his heart sank, and his eyes widened. It wasn’t often that Coriolanus felt bad, to be honest he still didn’t, but the look on your face told him he should.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered, and reached out to wipe your tear-stained cheeks.

“Me too.”

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yuyu1024 · 5 months ago

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6yrs

Pairings: Yunho × y/n

Genre/tags: lovers to strangers

Warning: pet names, cursing, cheating

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.3k

Disclaimers:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

A/N: i am in my down moments lately... and i want to write something a bit sad randomly

Hope you all have a wonderful day. 🖤

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6yrs. You and Yunho have been together for that long already. From college to now as adults. He is your first in everything. He is your guy, your comfort and your safezone. He is the man you always have dreamed of.

He is perfect and He's yours.

However, these past few months have been very... off for you. Well, both of you. And you know why.

A few months ago, after you guys celebrated your 6th year anniversary together, Yunho got a call from his supervisor that he is a candidate for a promotion. That his boss is rooting for him and for sure know that after a few more deliberation with the rest of the team, you will get it.

Both of you were so ecstatic. You even jumped like a kid on a trampoline after hearing his news. Coz you know how hard working and passionate your man is with his job. You know he deserves it.

It will have its pros and cons being promoted especially when it comes to time with you or whatever. But it does not matter coz you know it is his for him and it will make him happy career wise. And you know Yunho will do a good job balancing his life and work.

But then just more than a month after he got the position, it suddenly went south.

Yunho have been going home late two to three times a week. Which is not bad coz its not everyday and too extreme. However, whenever he goes home now you feel the distance building between you two. It felt like he has been coming home to you and expecting to just pick his coat and bag on the floor, make sure he eats and then let him rest.

He have gotten so cold and quiet.

You tried talking to him during his off days. Wanting to suggest to go on a date or hang out somewhere, have fun, play games, watch a movie or something. But he either rejects you because he is tired or if he agrees, it feels so forced.

What happened? You were so lost. Unsure what to do or say. But being the girlfriend, you always made sure he feels loved and taken care off. Because you also thought that he might be just having this transition in his life because of a new environment at work.

You believed that this shall pass.

But as months go by... it gotten worse.

It came to a point that you two feels like two strangera living together. That the 6yrs of being boyfriend-girlfriend was suddenly felt like nothing.

***

"You think.... it's better... that I move out?" You blurt while starting at your plate during breakfast.

Yunho pauses and slowly raise his gaze to you. "What?" He is stunned by your sudden question.

Still looking at your plate whilst poking your food you add, "Because... I feel like... I'm not needed here anymore..." then you eyes lifts up to look at him. "Nor wanted by you anymore..."

He probably stopped breathing for a second but after processing what you said, "Y/N..."

You snort an irritated laugh. "Shocker. You still know my name..." you mumble.

"I'm sorry...." he answers lowering his head. "I'm caught up so much work that I..."

"Just work?" You ask, going back to staring while poking your food.

His head snaps back up, brows rippled. "What do you mean by that?"

"I'm not dumb." You softly say before letting go of the fork then proceed to putting your legs up your chair and then hugging your knees. "I know... I know everything...." your voice breaks at the end.

An important detail why something is off between the two of you this past few months is that, Yunho, cheating. A woman from his work. His teammate.

You caught him one time, as you were coming home late after having a drink or two with your friends, when you saw him walking with the woman. They are not drunk. They are casually walking together, laughing and acting like they are on a date.

At first you told yourself that they are just friends. That maybe Yunho is just being respectful to the elder girl, who is obviously into him, that he cannot just publicly embarass her to tell her to move away. But then, as you follow them even more just around corner of the next building, you see them making out.

It's not just her making moves to him. Yunho was actually kissing her back. He was kissing her the way he kisses you. 💔

"You know what hurts too...?" You begin , "is that I was standing there.... obviously and in plain sight... but you weren't able to see me... or notice that someone is watching..." you wipe the first tear that roll down on your cheek. "You were to focus on her... so... taken by her..."

"Y/N..." tears starts to build up in his eyes. "I'm sorry..."

"No your not." You say, trying to hold on a bit more to not actually break apart in front of him. "Coz if you really loved me, you would not...you would not ever...."

You fail. You can't stop yourself from crying now. You cover your face as you sob and loudly whine as you express all the pain you have been keeping in for the past months.

It hurts. So painful. And yet the man in front of you can't and won't even defend himself or try to talk.

It felt like he just confessed through his silence that he did and is cheating. And probably will not stop seeing her.

"Why?" You ask. "Am I not enough? Not successful enough...? Ugly?" You take a deep breath in, "Do I not satisfy you in bed anymore? What... w-hat did I do? What made you do it? Why? Why now?"

He becomes silent.

"For fuck sakes, Yunho! Six years! We've beem together for six years and this is what I get? I know I'm not perfect but... God!" You cry it out more, facing him away. You are crying so much that you can barely breathe now and you eyes are blood shot red.

"Y/N..." he stands up and tries to reach out to help you to breathe but you move away quickly.

You stand up and jerk away from him.

"Please..."

"Please what?" You look at him, with sad yet fiercing eyes. "Stay? Why? So you can have someone to act like your 'girlfriend' when your other woman is not around to please you?"

"I... I love you." He mumbles, "please..."

"You don't." You wipe the rest of the tears off your cheek. "You stopped loving me the second you cheated. You are just keeping me around because you are used to having me around. You are just saying you love me because you need me."

"I'm sorry...." Yunho goes down to his knees and begs. "Please don't go.... I... No... I made a mistake... I... she helped me get through all the troubles at work and... it just..."

"You confided with her and not with me? As your girlfriend?"

"I know it's wrong... but... I didn't want to burden you with my own problems..."

"And look what it caused."

"Please...." Yunho crawls closer to you and hugs you by the waist. "I'm sorry... I will stop... I already told her I can't do it... I just... had to tell her to..."

"Yeah... I think it's better if I move out..." you peel him off you. "I don't think I can do it any longer..."

He is crying, looking at you. "Babe, please."

"I'm sorry." You say as you then pull out the promise ring he gave you from your first anniversary.

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iheartmalewives · 7 months ago

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Since you're online again i was hoping you cpuld mayhaps open your requests again? :3 and if so could you perchance write an idia aquarium date?

Aquatic Sceneries are Enjoyed Best With the Right Company ☆

HI OMG 😭 THANK GOD IM BACK AFTER A WHOLE ASS YEAR OF DISAPPEARANCE. Ive been so caught up with everything that I totally forgot about tumblr 😓😓 Im back now and will be taking requests! I have deleted the old requests as they probably dont want to read it anymore hshsjd ;; so if you have any new requests, tell me in my inbox ^^

An aquatic date with a special someone was one of your dream dates. You loved seeing marine life and the habitat they live in through a glass, but seeing it with someone you love was definitely an added point.

And of course, you had to drag Idia Shroud on a aquarium date. You two have been dating for a while but you've only ever had your date nights indoors. Initially, you didn't mind it. You always wanted Idia to feel comfortable no matter what. But this time, you just couldn't resist going on this trip with him!

It took you 5 whole days to persuade him, 5 whole days of begging on your knees and giving him all kinds of limited edition items just to convince him. Thankfully, he eventually agreed.

In the serene Aquatic area, with only a few people around, the two of you stood, captivated by the sight of fish gracefully swimming. "I can't stand these things..." he mumbled, lightly tapping on the glass, causing the fish to scatter in fear. And in that moment, a look of horror washed over his face as he turned to you exclaiming, "Even the fish are scared of me!"

"No they're not. They're like that! See—" As you tapped on your side of the window, contrary to his experience, the fish didn't scatter at all. Instead, they became drawn to your finger, as if it were fresh bait, swimming closer with curiosity and interest. "Nevermind."

"S-See? They hate me." He pointed at the fishes accusingly.

"No, they dont." You provided reassurance by linking your arm with his before leading him to another area. The two of you continued to explore, marveling at the diverse species you encountered along the way. With each new sight, Idia's curiosity and interest grew stronger.

Certain fish were particularly drawn to his hair, which seemed to radiate various shades of blue, illuminating the room with vibrant hues. "Look, we can eat that." You playfully said, pointing at a humongous fish that swam around slowly.

"Ew. No." He frowned. "I hate seafood with like a BURNING passion."

"Is that a pun?"

"Maybe." He grinned, showing off those razor-sharp teeth that you always thought was endearing, even if it scared a few people alway. "But NGL, I could definitely catch these things."

"In what? A game?" You asked sarcastically, watching the tips of his hair turn a shade of pink. "Duh. Those types of games are easy win. GG fishies." He said, glancing at the tank next to you, the smirk on his face causing you to laugh softly.

"Right. Let's enjoy this rather than thinking about killing the fishes. Oh— What about a pic?"

"I don't do pictures!" He squeaked, his eyes widening in slight horror.

"Come on, Ids. Pleaaase?"

"I already came here. Isn't that enough? This is not a normal habitat for me."

"Pleaaaseee?"

"F-Fine!"

You grinned and took out your phone, taking a selfie, with Idia trying his best not to shy away; his hair was slowly turning pink.

But then again, this whole date was a dream come true for you and he couldn't care less about getting embarrassed as long as he makes you happy. (and get you to buy more figurines for him even though he can afford it all)

a/n: hoping this is enough for a come back 😭 again, open for requests

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fluff #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud x reader fluff

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skzthelomlhehe · 15 days ago

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Hey guuyysss lol I'm down with a fever. I got little to no sleep the past few days and was severely overworked with my courses and work. Sorta collapsed lmao and woke up with a severe headache hahahahaa but I did have a fever dream! About Changbin, probably cuz I've been thinking about him a lot cuz of the oneshot I'm writing but anyways! I wanted to share this little sumthn with yall~ enjoy..~

"It's okay love... You've done enough... Let me take care of you now..." (A highly self-indulgent) Comfort oneshot.

Changbin x F!Reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship

Warnings: nothing really. Y/N is severely overworked lol.

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You were just an average girl in an average world. A middle class family, strict parents but not too strict, overly possessive but also neglectful at times if that makes sense.

You've always wanted to study this one particular course ever since you found out about it but couldn't since your parents couldn't afford it. So now, years later, you were making good money. Paid off your student debts, saved up enough to get by with enough resources and also enough to take the course you wanted.

It was an extra course, psychological studies. You were always extremely interested in it. Always fascinated how humans work. Perhaps a way of introspection even?

So with the money in your hands, you moved out after many arguments with your parents and found yourself working to the bone while juggling your 2 year course.

By the time you'd get home, you'd be left exhausted from the entire day's work. You spent countless nights just because you wanted to chase your dreams.

In the mean time, you met a guy while you worked as a barista almost three years ago. He would come by every day, sometimes catch a small chat with you when the shop was less busy. And soon, he confessed. You couldn't be happier.

After a year of dating, he offered you to move in to his house since it would be easier to share rent and stay with someone who could help you manage the household.

You agreed. He was a local singer slowly gaining fame. Both of your works would keep you from each other at times. It was manageable yes, but it could also be quite lonely since if you were home, he wasn't and if he was home, you weren't.

It was peak time for you. Work was a mess. Exams were coming up and you were extremely stressed with little to no sleep.

Ever since Changbin started making a good source of money, he asked you to take a break from work since he could afford it. But you felt too guilty and refused.

Changbin would come home almost at 1 to 2 AM and find you at your desk, drowning in caffeine and study materials.

He would have to force you to sleep. Sometimes you'd listen sometimes he'd let you be, since he didn't want you to mess up.

This one particular day though... It was too much. The exhaustion was way too clear on your face. Eye bags heavier than ever. You looked far too thin and he realised all you had the entire day was two cups of instant noodles and almost a dozen small packs of instant coffee.

"come on, baby... Don't overwork yourself. At least eat something..." He said, placing his workout bag down on one of the chairs. "Not now binnie... Busy..." You mumbled back weakly.

It really hurt him to see you all weak and slumped. He turned your chair to face him, his eyes sternly locked onto yours, "kitchen. Eat. Now." Three words. All it took was three words from that loving man's intimidating face for you to finally get up.

He sighed, making room for you to get up. A blanket wrapped around you. "Ah... Di..." Before you could finish what you were mumbling, your body almost fell to the floor. Changbin caught you immediately and thankfully you didn't fall.

"baby??? Babe?? Y/N??" You had passed out. Sweating buckets. Your body was burning up like it was on fire. "Fuck!" He grunted, picking you up in his arms and laying you on the bed. He quickly took off your blanket and changed you into a tee and pajama pants. (That's what you should do when a person collapses from fever btw-)

He grabbed his car keys and picked you up again, running to the car and drove you to the hospital as fast as he could.

You woke up, eyes blinking to a bright white light. A beeping noise feeding to your consciousness. "Y/N?? My love?? Can you hear me??" A familiar voice called out. It was Changbin. His face full of fear and concern. His hands gently held on to yours like it was the most delicate and fragile thing to exists while his trembled. "B-binnie...? What happened...?" You asked, a little above a whisper.

"You passed out from exhaustion and ran a high fever. We had to get you an IV drip and saline since you were high on caffeine with barely any food. Why would you do that, Y/N-ie...? Do you know how scared I was...?" His bottom lip trembled, tears threatening to flow out any moment.

You gripped on to his hand with the very little energy you had. "Im sorry, honeybear... There was so much to do..." "It's okay... Don't be sorry... I called your work and asked for a sick leave. They agreed to it. The test isn't until next week so please rest up, baby..."

He sat back down on the stool near your bed, he connected your hand to his forehead, his face hidden as he sniffled. It dawned on you right then just how much this man loved and cared about you and how scared he must've been to see you like that.

"I love you, binnie..." You giggled. "I... I lo-love you... Too, baby..." He replied in a shaky voice. All the adrenaline rush finally let loose and so did the waterworks.

Another hour later you were good to go and discharged. He got out of the car and opened the door for you before carrying you up to the apartment.

He held on to you tightly the entire way their, his arms still trembling slightly. He gently lay you down on the bed, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Im still here binnie... Im sorry if I scared you..." "I know... Don't be sorry..." He sniffled again.

You placed your hand gently on his face, rubbing your thumb on his soft wet cheek. He closed his eyes, placing his hand over yours, "it's okay love... You've done enough... Let me take care of you now..." He whispered. You smiled, sharing a soft kiss with him.

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the-greatest-magic-of-all · 8 days ago

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Riz’s fever broke the night after Fabian left but he still felt awful. Goblins generally didn’t get sick very often but when they did their immune systems tended to go for a scorched earth policy when it came to ridding their bodies of any invaders. Most of the time they didn’t survive the onslaught but thankfully the healers in the palace infirmary were very good at their jobs.

He levered himself into a more upright position after a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, muscles still aching and thirsty from the prolonged fever. Nurse Mistgift spotted him gulping down the glass of water left next to his bed when she came by to check on him and proceeded to give him the scolding of his life while he had to sit there and take it. He was too exhausted to make his escape, simply nodding along with drooping ears as she told him off for pushing himself too hard while injured and especially for not keeping his wound properly cleaned while he did so. The infection he gave himself had made him so ill that he’d been delirious for nearly three days until she managed to get in under control.

She at least let him leave the infirmary after checking him over again, banning him from his duties for the rest of the week and making him promise to get more rest in his quarters. Now that he was more awake she was aware he wouldn’t be able to relax in the infirmary, the space far too open and noisy for him to be anything other than stressed out. He agreed readily to her conditions, too exhausted to argue and with plans of a hot shower in his quarters to make himself fell less gross before trying to get some more sleep. That seemed to calm her ire somewhat, the head nurse promising to get the kitchens to send him something he’d be able to keep down around dinner time as he thanked her and left.

He'd managed to get back to his quarters without much issue, tiredly waving at the guards as he disappeared inside and beelined straight for the attached bathroom to get himself cleaned up. Fabian had these quarters prepared for him even before he took his oath, his friend getting his entire office back home transported over to the palace and set up directly next to the Kings study so the goblin could work and watch after Fabian at the same time. He didn’t often use the attached bedroom for sleeping, preferring to get his four hours in the official nohecharei quarters next to the Kings where he could be close by if Fabian needed him, but the bed here was soft and comfortable and he found himself falling asleep fairly quickly despite how much he’d already gotten recently.

Thankfully his dreams this time were less confusing and certainly less upsetting. His memories of returning to the palace after closing Fabians case after so many years of having basically no leads, the reason he’d even met Fabian in the first place, had blended together with his fever delirium into a confusing mess. It was to the point that he couldn’t even quite remember with certainty what had happened beyond giving his King the good news and stumbling his way down to the infirmary afterwards. At least he was sure he’d found out who tried to kill Fabian all those years ago, that part certainly hadn’t been imagined.

He heard the servants knock on his door at some point in his doze, ear swivelling towards the sound to check who it was (Miss Silvergrove, vetted and safe enough to let her near Fabians quarters) before speaking up to let them inside. The tray with what smelled like a chicken soup getting left by the door when she entered, spotted the goblin still curled up half-asleep on his bed, and exited again as quickly and quietly as possible. He still wasn’t hungry. He should probably eat. He was just so tired.

Riz let himself drift back to sleep as the soup slowly became cold on its tray near the door, deeply enough that he completely missed the quiet, whispered conversation in the Kings study two rooms away despite his sensitive hearing. None of the wards in his office were tripped to wake him up either so he flinched rather hard at the gentle hand laid on his back to wake him up. The goblin rolling over to blink groggily at the intruder before sucking in a sharp intake of breath as he woke up properly.

“Adaine?”

“Hey~ Gods you must have been worse than Fabian said if I was able to catch you asleep.”

Riz was sure he looked incredibly confused as he pushed himself to sit up, still not quite awake enough to mask his emotions as he rubbed his hands over his face trying to dispel the rest of his sleepiness.

“Mmmm, pretty bad. I already got yelled at by the healers if that’s what you came to visit for.” Riz gave her an amused look, taking one of her hands to give it a fond squeeze. The goblin making a small chirping noise when she flattened her other hand into a blade to thwack him lightly on the forehead with it.

“Good to know you haven’t changed much, still almost working yourself to death.” Adaine grinned, shifting her hand to scratch the top of his head instead which he leaned into happily. The rogues eyes squinting shut as he allowed his friend to pat him as she liked.

“Can’t help it. My excuse is I FINALLY got a good lead on an old case.”

“Yeah I heard. You finally closed Fabians case huh?”

“Yes. Umberlee below that was so much work. I even found the enchanter that was making those weapons and sabotaged as much shit as I could before leaving.” Riz grinned wide enough to show off his canines, tail swishing audibly against the blankets behind him. He was CLEARLY very pleased with himself.

“And then you kissed Fabian.”

The goblins tail went completely still behind him, his eyes snapping open as he reached up to snatch Adaines wrist and make her stop petting him. “No? I…. no?”

//No? What? He… Did I imagine it?// Fabian sounded so utterly perplexed, listening in on their conversation from his office so as to not crowd Riz too much. He wasn’t even sure Riz realised he was there, though he was probably still at quite a disadvantage on his perception if Adaine had to get as close as she did to wake him up.

//Hush, stay there and let me sort this out properly.// Adaine shushed him over their psychic bond, giving Riz’s hand that was still holding hers a light squeeze and trying to put on a sympathetic expression.

“Yes. You did.”

“Fuuuuuck. I thought I dreamed that.” He moved his hands to cover his face, dropping onto the bed heavily to lie on his back as the realisation set in. “Gods… I’m an idiot… Do you think I could play it off as fever delirium?”

“Probably? Why would you want to though?”

“Because the implications suck too hard for me to want to think about?” Riz peeked through his fingers at Adaines confused face, tail giving a little flick as he sucked in a calming breath. “He didn’t kiss me back Addy. I have a crush on him for years that I can’t act on and the instant I can I’m too feverish to think things through and just go for it and…. Gods it was such a non-reaction…”

The rogue pressed his palms hard against his eyes, trying to push the horrible feeling down because it was threatening to come out as tears. He’d kissed his friend. He’d kissed his King. Then been rejected by Fabian pretending it never happened.

“If I’d finished that fucking contract sooner it would have been fine. I could have told him earlier and been shot down and that would be it but now I’m bound here and I’ll have to spend every day pretending its fine so I’m better off just laughing it off as a fever fueled mistake so we can at least be friends without all the weirdness.”

Adaine frowned, plopping Boggy on Riz’s chest where the familiar settled as a cool, comfortable weight to help him calm down. The oracle waiting until his breathing had evened out a bit from the panic attack he’d been working himself up to before speaking again. “Wait, what does the contract have to do with it?”

Riz lifted his hands away from his eyes, shifting to hold Boggy as he sat up and scooted towards the edge of the bed. Standing up made the floor feel like it was dropping out from under him but he recovered after a couple seconds. The familiar getting plopped on top of his head as he wandered into his office to dig through his files to find exactly what he was looking for. It wasn’t Fabians contract, that he kept sealed away in a secret compartment in case he wanted to collect on the payment later, but he did still have the standard form he used to make his clients sign.

There was a long standing rumour floating around the court about the Kings strange goblin guard. The one that commanded shadows and could move about so unseen that it was almost like he wasn’t there. Why would an Elven King keep a goblin as his nohecharei anyway? Surely there had to be a reason such a creature was granted the privilege. The general consensus had been that Riz was some sort of Fae the King had bound to his service during his travels and forced to be his protector. They’d only been partially correct, Riz was never bound to Fabian until he took the oath himself, and he was only sort of Fae. His family had left the Fae wilds nearly three generations back, the magic wasn’t as strong any more but contracts still held sway over them if worded correctly.

Riz scanned his eyes over the form quickly before heading back over to Adaine, sitting on the edge of his bed and holding it out for her to take. “This is the same form I had Fabian sign when he hired me. Clause fifteen.”

Adain took the form gingerly, the rogue hugging Boggy to his chest as he flopped onto his back on the bed again. The elf scanning down the page until she found the section Riz had pointed out and trying very hard not to sound too amused by it.

“Why… Why did you have a clause forbidding romantic or sexual relations with your clients baked into your contracts?”

“Look, in my defence, I was seventeen and pretending to be older so people would take me seriously and so many of my clients were hiring me to get proof of cheating spouses. Some of them GET that proof then immediately try to hit on the closest warm body as a way to process those feelings and I needed some way to turn them down more efficiently.” He frowned, giving Boggy a little squeeze which made the frog croak soothingly. “It wasn’t a problem until I found myself wanting to but stuck with a case that was FRUSTRATINGLY hard to solve. That combined with fae ancestry bullshit means I effectively cockblocked myself.”

Adaine tried very hard not to laugh at his wording, she knew he had some issues with things like this since it had come up in their adventures before and he’d always been fastidious about his wording when it came to promises. “Oh. Damn… Cockblocked is an interesting way to phrase it though… for you anyway. Sure you kissed him but that certainly has a different connotation. You’re usually so… offput by sex stuff. I thought you’d call it kissblocked or something.”

“I’m aware. My choice of wording was entirely deliberate.”

>:3

Fabian had never been so appreciative of the distance between himself and his knight than in this moment, as Riz’s last words sank into his very being. There was no way he could hide how wide his eye got and how low his mouth dropped.

Cockblocked.

But that would mean… No!

Riz had mentioned years ago, back during their time in the Feywild when he’d accidentally become the Goblin King (long story, another time.), he didn’t do relationships and definitely not sex. In turn, Fabian had squashed down the beginnings of his crush on him.

Obviously, it was an unsuccessful attempt, but it had certainly been made. And he’d kept making it throughout all of their adventures together and right up to this very moment. Even on the way back from the Oracle’s Summit, with Adaine constantly reinforcing that Riz had feelings for him, Fabian had been tempering his expectations. Because, sure, feelings did have the ability morph, shift, and change. It’s simply that…

Fabian just had never thought that Riz’s could or would.

Certainly not for him.

Taking several steps back away from the door that he’d been practically stuck to for the past handful of moments, Fabian felt the back of his legs bump into his desk chair and took the liberty of collapsing back into it. Long, slender fingers raked through his dreads as his hands soon found their way to his head. A head that was attempting to wrap itself around the last ten years of his life.

Umberlee below, he was more than thankful that Sir Durden wasn’t in the room for any of this either. He’d been a bit on edge ever since they’d arrived back at the palace. Sir Durden’s usual charming, laissez-faire smile had been replaced by lips pressed into a thin line and set jaw. His wrinkled brows were settled over narrowed, darting eyes. Fabian had almost asked him what was on his mind, but he’d gotten distracted by Riz and Adaine’s conversation.

Only a few moments later, Sir Durden had requested the ability to check on something for a moment. Giving a nod toward Riz’s office as if to say that Fabian wouldn’t be in danger if he left. After getting the okay from Fabian, Durden bowed and quickly left the room, muttering to himself about something regarding empty guard stations and sun cultists as he went. Now that he thought about it, perhaps he should’ve asked what that was all about…

It seemed like the longer he spent as King, the more oddities his “model” servants and subjects had. A comforting notion, at the very least. Like, Zayn! On his first day as Fabian’s secretary, he’d seemed as stuffy and distant as his advisors, but now, almost a year in? Apparently, the all-black, mourning chic ensemble he’d worn on the first day was his preferred aesthetic. As was the black eyeliner he forgot to take off one morning after his day off.

Now that he thought about it, he’d been gone for a day or two, Zayn surely had things for him to look over and/or sign. Glancing over his desks, Fabian found a, thankfully, small stack of papers and parchments neatly placed to one side. Along with a short note from Zayn, giving him context for each thing.

Something was wrong, though.

Not with anything on the desk, no. Everything looked exactly how it should. The problem was what wasn’t on his desk. The original list of potential brides and his list of his top three picks were missing. Fabian’s heart picked up speed as he rifled through all of the papers on his desk once, twice, thrice. Drawers were yanked open and dug through. He dropped to the floor to search underneath the damn thing.

Shit, shit, shit!

Of course, Zayn had found it!

In his haste to find a way to reach Adaine, he’d left it on his desk (where Zayn would obviously find it) and hadn’t thought about it since. This is just what he needed at the same time that he found out that his best friend, whom he’s been in love with for almost a decade, does, in fact, want him.

Alright, okay, Fabian could still fix this. Zayn most likely hadn’t notified the potential brides’ families yet. He still had time before he’d technically gotten anyone’s hopes up. All he had to do was find Zayn, get the list from him, rip it up, and then maybe make out with Riz a little bit… Maybe a lot. If he’s into that.

“That does sound like a solid plan. One of your firsts.”

Fabian jolted at the sudden appearance of Riz’s familiar timbre, causing his head to smack up against the heavy oak desk he was under and all of the papers on top of it to scatter.

“FUCK!” Fabian hissed at the spike of pain on the back of his head, one hand coming up to hold it while he shuffled out from under the desk. Coming face to face with still semi-unwell looking Riz, who stood there with his arms crossed and a smirk on his lips. Through the pain, Fabian recognized the insult Riz just paid him and scowled. “One of my—I’ll have you know that my plan to kill all those giant centipedes would have worked.”

Riz couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Yeah, if it weren’t for the fact that you hated the crunch that happened whenever we hit them.”

“Utterly disgusting,” Fabian muttered, nose wrinkled in disgust at the memory of his blade and Riz’s bullets crunching through all those exoskeletons. And all of those spindly legs all over him? They would’ve uprooted anyone’s plan. Ugh. With a shake of his head, Fabian tried to rid himself of those memories to focus on more important things. Like the fact that, while on his hands and knees such as he is now, he and Riz were of comparable height. A lovely sight, if he did say so himself. Words filled with warmth, Fabian softly said, “Hello there.”

“Hi,” Riz said just as softly back. “So, what’s this about kissing a little bit or maybe a lot?”

Shit! Fabian reared back until he was sat upright. Holding up a finger, he clarified, “I don’t—you kissed me.”

“Yeah, I did didn’t I? Wasn’t sure at first. You know, because of the fever and everything,” Riz said as a flush crept across his cheeks. Turning his head away, perhaps in an attempt to hide it, he muttered, “Certainly not the first time, though.”

Fabian’s eye narrowed and brows furrowed as he leaned closer. “Not the first time? When else have you tried to—?”

“On your cheek, while you were sleeping. Remember a couple days into your reign, you rushed me to the infirmary in the middle of the night beacause I had a horrible migraine?” Riz asked, staring off and wincing at the memory of the attempted kiss, most likely.

Fabian did remember that night, though. He’d only woke up because Riz had, in his pain, fallen off the bed and made a loud enough thump to rouse him. The rest of the night had been a blur. Rushing through the stark and empty halls of the palace, running into Sir Durden on the way and having him race after him. Waiting at Riz’s bedside as Nurse Mistgift did a routine check up before having Riz shoo him back to bed.

Horrible time, really.

And all because Riz had tried to kiss him? But that would mean—

Fabian’s lapse of judgement all those years ago, after an adventure in Seawatch when they were curled up for warmth and he’d leaned in for a kiss… He hadn’t slammed into a wall put up by Riz. Well, at least not to purposefully reject Fabian’s feelings. The heartbroken, embarrassment-fueled bender he went on Leviathan was for nothing.

Huh.

“Cockblocked by arcana, that’s a new one, ” Fabian murmured, revelation still plain on his face.

Riz chuckled, his head still lowered, unable to look at Fabian yet. Though, soon his brows were furrowed as well as he finally remembered the scene Adaine had shoved him out into. Crouching down, he picked up a stray paper and asked, “What were you looking for?”

“Nothing!” Fabian squeaked, snatching the paper out of Riz’s hand just in case there was anything incriminating on it. The last thing Riz needed to know about right now was this fucking marriage thing. “Zayn took some important paperwork that I was still working on. Need it back.”

“Oh,” Riz said, a little startled by Fabian’s sudden mood shift. Pursing his lips, he frowned a bit. Feigning being in thought as he reached for another paper. “Was it about that the twin bridge project that the artificers guild petitioned about?”

Fabian surged forward and slapped his hand on the page before Riz could touch it. Smiling up at Riz’s slight frown. “Yeah, there was a few things that I wanted to —”

“Hmm, strange. Seeing as I just made that up,” Riz said with no real anger or indignation in his voice. Only apprehension as he looked down at Fabian blinked dumbly up at him. “Can you answer my first question, my King?”

Part of Fabian wanted to scramble to his feet just to get out from underneath Riz’s disquieted gaze. Raising himself high enough above his knight to avoid the question by sheer disinterest. Kings don’t need to answer any question they didn’t want to. But he couldn’t bring himself to.

No. In this moment, he needed to be honest.

If not, Riz might not trust him to be ever again.

So, on his hands and knees, Fabian ignored the thumping in his chest and the tightness in his throat, wet his lips and took a steadying breath.

“Zayn had held off on discussions and the ultimate decision of my future Queen as long as he could. He came by the other day with a list of all the eligible ladies of the Court. I picked three,” Fabian said before cutting himself off at the sight of Riz taking a step away from him and lifting his chin. As if defiantly facing down an execution. No, no, no! Before he could take another step, Fabian grabbed Riz’s wrist. Keeping him in place as he frantically said, “Don’t! I’d only picked the ones I did because I was trying to…“ He trailed off, hesitating in the face of actually admitting his feelings to his best friend. Which only lead to Riz yanking on the hold Fabian had on him and letting out a small warning hiss. Dammit. Full honesty, right? “I was trying to make myself forget about that kiss and how much I was—am in love with you.”

Riz’s tail went limp behind him as all the fight in him that was ramping up was gone in a single moment. Lips slightly parted as he raised his eyebrows, his question clear as he echoed, “… In love?”

Fabian’s heart leapt.

“Desperately,” He said, a silly, sappy grin growing on his softening face. Squeezing Riz’s hand, he sat back on his knees once more and tried to gently pull him closer as he went on, “You’re not the only one that cringes whenever the topic of Queens and heirs comes up.”

Allowing himself to be pulled closer until he stood straddling Fabian’s legs, almost chest to chest with him, Riz said, “I don’t—I know it’s unavoidable. Zayn’s asked me about it before. Asked if I knew any of your… preferences. Suppose he got tired of waiting on me to write down my answers.” Riz lowered his head, keeping his eyes away from where his and Fabian’s hands were intwined. “In the end, I couldn’t decide if… if I loved you so much that I wanted to pick someone who’d make you happy or,” He winced. “Someone who’d make you miserable.”

Using his other hand to lift Riz’s chin to catch his gaze once more, Fabian softly asked, “So that I’d run from her bed to yours?”

“Awful, aren’t I?” Riz asked back with a half-hearted, wavering smile and a shrug. “Could work, though. Kings take mistresses—”

“What is with you you and Adaine?”

“—all the time. I could…”

“Could what? Be my mistress?” Fabian asked with a little more heat than he orginally wanted to, yet he committed to it regardless. Riz needed to know how much he hated this idea. Hated the idea of the Court—of the country—thinking that the feelings that he held for Riz were trivial and frivolous compared to what he felt for a Queen. “Live with me being married to someone else and being with you on the side? You’d be happy with that?”

“If it means that your position as King is safe? Yes!” Riz said, matching his aggravation beat for beat as he yanked his hand out of Fabian’s hold and stepped away. Running a hand through his hair as his tail jerkily flicked from side to side, he huffed, “I don’t want to make your life harder than it already is!”

“You’ve never made my life harder, Riz. Not once,” Fabian pleaded, reaching a hand out to take Riz’s again.

Only for Riz to snatch it away, keeping it close to his chest as he shot back, “An heir will make your life easier, though, and to have one you’ll need—”

“You!” Fabian said, a notch away from shouting. He couldn’t help it. How could Riz ever think—he was always so damn pragmatic! Putting his feelings and his wants away to get a job done. But Fabian didn’t want to be a job. Didn’t want to just be a client. Didn’t want to just be his King. Umberlee below! He wanted to be his.So, Fabian didn’t let up, even as Riz stared at him in silent shock. “I need you, Riz. Nothing else. Just you. We’ll figure out the heir problem. Together. I know we can find a way through this but I don’t want the solution to be to keeping you as a dirty little secret. Or as second best.” Even the thought of it turned his stomach. Lip curling as he spat out, “Never.”

Fabian let his words hang in the air for a moment. Hoping beyond hope that Riz would let them fully sink into his very being.

It looked like, for a moment, he was fighting it. Riz’s eyes darted around, refusing to settle anywhere near Fabian. His brows pulled in and his nose wrinkled as the cogs in his brain whirred to find a weakness in Fabian’s plan that was dangerous enough for him to disregard both of their feelings to keep Fabian safe. He’d die a thousand times over before he’d let the wants of his heart lead Fabian to ruin. So, his mind searched. And searched. But, after a handful of moments, it came up short.

Fabian could see it do so.

Riz’s expression finally softened as he let out a shaky laugh, his eyes finally landing on Fabian with a spark of hope within them.

Fabian couldn’t help the wide grin that tugged on his lips as he offered Riz his hand, “What do you say, Detective? I think your star client has another case for you.”

And with only a moment’s hesitation, Riz reached a trembling hand out and wrapped it around Fabian’s. The difference in sizes made Fabian’s heart leap.

“How could I refuse such a loyal patron?” Riz said with a shy smirk. No pulling neccessary this time, he moved closer to Fabian, situating a leg on either side of his hips until they were chest to chest again. His keen eyes flicked from Fabian’s lone silver one down to his lips and back. “And I think I’ll leave fraternizing clause out this time.”

“Excellent,” Fabian whispered. Placing a hand at the small of Riz’s back, he shifted just a bit closer to Riz. So that their faces were perhaps an inch apart. There was nothing in the world Fabian wanted to do more than to kiss him right now. Yet he waited. Wanting for the feeling to be mutual. Wanting to be wanted just as badly. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait more than a second.

A clawed hand clutched his robes as Riz closed the gap.

Fabian’s heart wouldn’t stop racing as his mind emptied of every other thing that wasn’t kissing Sir Riz Gukgak. And while it didn’t feel neccessarily like bursting fireworks, a swelling orchestra, or a gilded happily ever after, their first kiss did feel like the only thing that really mattered in the end.

It felt right.

Not fairytale perfect; it took a bit of adjusting for their differing sizes, and noses got in the way and—Hold on, Fabian. He needed to take a breath. Okay, where were they?—Not perfect, but pretty damn close, in Fabian’s opinion.

Especially since there was this strange squeaking noise in the room that wouldn’t stop. From the way Fabian’s hand had moved to cup Riz’s cheek, he could tell that Riz was hearing it too. His ear flicked about and bumped into his hand as it tried to get more information.

Oh, no.

Wait!

“Riz—”

“What is that?” Riz asked, his eyes narrowed as he fully pulled away from the embrace he’d been locked in for the last minute or two.

Fabian quickly tried to pull him back into it and away from a clue (something he suspects he might be doing for the rest of his life). Pressing a kiss to his cheek as he murmured against it, “Probably nothing.”

Rolling his eyes, Riz gave Fabian one last kiss before investigating the source of the squeaking. “Sit tight, my King. I’ll be only a second.”

Slumping into a crosslegged sit, the King of Falinel crossed his arms and pouted like a child as his Knight left him behind to go follow a strange occurrence. One of his favourite things.

Unfortunately for him, he didn’t even get to wallow in his self-pity for a minute before Adaine’s voice cheekly chimed in over their telepathic bond, “That’s rough, your Majesty,”

By Wren’s Blade, did she hear all of that?

“Astute observation, Oracle,” Fabian grimly shot back at her. “Get out here and say it to my face!”

Two doors opened simutaneously. As Adaine burst through the door that led to Riz’s office, eyes alight with mischief, ready to lay into Fabian, the squeaking had led Riz to open the door to Fabian’s bed chambers. Revealing tiny, spotted rat squeaking as it dashed over to Riz’s boot to scratch at it furiously.

Without hesitation, Riz crouched down to pick it up and struggled to keep it in his hands as it refused to calm down. “Whoa, hang on a second, Edgar!”

“Oh, you know the rat?” Fabian asked, slightly concerned at the ease with which Riz had picked the rat up. In his opinion, it should’ve taken at least a minute. He has no idea where its been!

“He’s—”

“Zayn Darkshadow’s familiar,” Adaine answered for Riz as she fully stepped into the room and made her way over to Riz to see Edgar better. Rubbing two of her fingers over Edgar’s head in an attempt to soothe the poor thing. Shrugging at Riz and Fabian’s questioning looks, she explained further, “What? He apprenticed under Runestaff once upon a time.”

“Well, that’s just perfect,” Fabian mumbled as he finally got to his feet, dusting himself off before joining the other two. Once he peered over Riz’s shoulder, he did have to admit that the rat did look familiar. Hard not to remember his little face when it had always accompanied Zayn’s. Speaking of, “Where’s your master, little one?”

That seemed to reignite the fire inside the little rat.

Minding his teeth, Edgar squirmed out from under Adaine’s pets and took her fingers in his mouth and tugged them in the direction of the bed chamber. A deliberate action that was underscored by his panic-stricken squeaking. Exchanging glances, the trio allow themselves to be led by Edgar into Fabian’s bed chamber. It took them a moment to figure out where to go next seeing as nothing seemed out of place. Not until Edgar finally broke free of Riz’s hands and scurried as fast as he could over to a slightly ajar door to the offical Nohecharei Quarters.

Strange.

Riz stuck out an arm, as if to shield both Fabian and Adaine from harm, signalling them to stay put as he crept over to the door. Snagging a dagger he’d hidden underneath a coffee table long ago as he went. With his back pressed against the wall next to the door, he took a breath, still a bit out of it, before peering into the darkened chamber.

A beat.

Riz’s tail stilled.

He whipped around, eyes wide with panic as he shouted, “Call Silvergrove and tell her to get a healer!”, before darting into his quarters.

Adaine immediately raced after Riz while Fabian obeyed his command. Casting Prestidigitation to alight a signal candle (connected to its twin down in the servant’s hall) with a silver flame before running in after both of them.

Standing in the doorway, Fabian was greeted by Riz, Adaine, and Edgar, huddled over (or on top of) the tensed form of Zayn Darkshadow. His pale skin turned awfully sallow as he shuddered and grimaced through not only the pain of a dagger to chest but also the focus of non-stop spellcasting on said injury.

As Fabian slid to kneel by his side, it took a moment for Zayn to realize he was also there, but when he did, he shakily began to talk, “Your Majesty, apologies—”

“None of that now, there’s nothing to apologize for,” Fabian said, hushing him as he took in the severity of the stab wound from a closer angle. Umberlee below. With a smiliar feeling of fury he’d had when Riz took that dagger for him all those weeks ago, he asked through gritted teeth, “Who did this to you?”

“Human mercenary, I-I think. Not too sure. Even with my darkvision, it was hard to make them out,” Zayn said as he took another deep yet shuddery breath. His magic, dark yet glittery as it swirled around his slim fingers and his wound, stuttered as well before settling once more.

Riz’s scowl deepened, and he bared more of his fang as he muttered, “Must be one of Blayde’s men then.”

“Makes sense—Don’t!” Zayn yelped as he saw Fabian move to cast Cure Wounds. “The blade’s the same one that got your nohecharei, sire.”

Fabian’s head whipped around to catch Riz’s equally shocked eyes. “I thought you ruined the supply?”

“They must still have a few left over from before.”

“Necromancy?” Adaine asked after observing Zayn’s spellcasting for a few moments and flipping through her spellbook.

Zayn nodded, and even through the pain, his voice held a bit of a wizardly pride as he said, “Not necessarily healing in the same way as a Cure Wounds. Can’t stop, though.”

“For a moment, you can,” Adaine said as she shook her head. Making sure to place Boggy on Zayn’s lap next to Edgar, she moved her hand directly over his and began her casting. Giving him a firm nod once her magic, bright and slivery, took over. “I’ve got you.”

“Thank you,” Zayn said, letting his hand drop to his lap so that both Edgar and Boggy could nuzzle it. Giving him advantage on the Constitution saving throws he was no doubt making right now. Hopefully Miss Silvergrove was on her way. Though, she really should’ve been here by now. Hmm. No matter, with a significant portion of his mind freed up thanks to Adaine, he turned to Riz and said, “I know what you’re thinking and this wasn’t another failed attempt on the King’s life. It was an attempt on yours. I’d heard that you’d left the infirmary and came to speak with you about—” His eyes darted from Riz to Fabian and then back. “—certain matters.”

“No need,” Riz said, wrapping his hand around Fabian’s without even looking, just by feel. And Fabian couldn’t hide how his face brightened just a smidge.

Without a single hint of judgment, Zayn blinked a couple of times as he looked between the two of them in surprise. “Huh. Well, I suppose you wouldn’t be the first, but never mind that,” Zayn murmured before waving the thought away. “I think the assassin had the same idea. We both came to your official nohecharei quarters—”

“Instead of my office quarters,” “Riz said, his mind whirling a million miles an hour as he tried to piece together the reasoning behind this assassination attempt. “Guess they saw how badly the last dagger fucked me up. Wanted a second shot at it.”

Fabian nodded. “They wanted me without my nohecharei and the best time to do it would be when you were still recovering your strength,” He said, giving Riz’s hand a steadying squeeze at the mere thought of losing him.

“The thing is, if they had succeeded, what would’ve been the next step?” Riz asked out loud, though it was obvious he was having a smiliar conversation with just himself in his head.

SLAM!

All four of their heads whipped toward the clamorous sound of a door bursting open and hurried feet approaching them. Fabian and Riz’s hands went to their weapons as Adaine moved to shield Zayn from whatever was coming.

Luckily for them, the thundering footsteps belonged to an out of breath Sir Durden, who almost missed the open door in his haste.

“SIRE!” Sir Durden eeked out between heavy, heaving breaths. Fabian rose and took the handful of steps between Zayn and the door to meet Durden where he was. Before he could ask what in Spyre was the matter, Sir Duden grabbed his shoulder tight and lowered his voice to a grave whisper. “Sire, it’s Everpetal. She’s rallied a force of royal guards and soldiers allying with Helioic cultists to take over the castle.”

It was like all of the air in Fabian’s lungs was siphoned out in a split second. His stomach roiled as a chill moved down his spine… There just simply was no way. Whispering back, Fabian said, “She wouldn’t.”

Sir Durden looked like he didn’t want to believe it either, but he persisted. “She’s holding the Court and servants hostage and demanding you face her in the throne room or else…” He trailed off, his hold on Fabian’s shoulder soon becoming a death grip as he lowered his head and tried to steady himself. Gulping down as much of his fear as he could, Durden lifted his eyes and said with more seriousness than Fabian ever thought was possible for him, “Or else she’ll start picking off anyone still loyal to you until she has full the Court’s full allegiance.”

A tidal wave of dread threatened to wipe Fabian off of his feet.

This is it.

Months and months of work, court politics, snide comments about his Human half, and getting used to a life that was no longer fully his. Enduring all of it with a charming smile, only to have it all be violently taken away at a moment’s notice. On the whim of a noble who saw anybody that stood in the way of a crown as only another body to drop. His most of all.

Umberlee below, a part of him just wanted to run.

Wouldn’t it be easier?

Abandon the crown and the sword, take Riz, leave this island, and never look back. Let Penelope do whatever she wanted with it. It’s not like he was a good person. He’d been told countless times before of his arrogance and selfishness. Who would truly blame the stupid, spoiled rich man for grasping at power and getting in over his head before fucking off completely. If he’s lucky, his short reign would be a footnote in Falinel’s history.

“Fabian?” Riz’s voice broke through his doom-filled thoughts like a lighthouse’s blindingly bright beam. Glancing over his shoulder, Fabian found the concerned faces of Adaine and Zayn staring back at him. And then there was Riz. Whose jaw was set, chin lifted, and eyes lit with pure determination as he placed a hand over his heart where Fabian’s emblem would’ve been. Voice low and steady, he said, “Whatever you do, my King. We’re with you.”

I’m with you.

It went unspoken, but Fabian felt it all the same.

What was he even thinking?

He’s a Seacaster.

He’s the goddamn King!

Time to actually fucking act like it.

Squaring his shoulders and lifting his chin, Fabian unsheathed Fandrangour, turned to Sir Durden with a gaze of unbreakable steel, and started giving orders.

“Find the Captain and tell him to rally every guard and soldier we have left to defend against whatever bullshit forces Everpetal and her allies have gathered. They’re trying to take over the palace? Don’t give them an inch,” Fabian said, his voice firm but not cruel. As soon as he began, Durden stood straight, mirroring Fabian’s stance as he took in his every word. “Once you’re finished, take a handful of the guards best at crowd control and find me outside the throne room. You’ll be focusing on getting as many people out of there as quickly as possible and protecting the ones you can’t. Penelope is a sorcereress and will be flinging spells around trying to kill me, I don’t want anyone caught in the crossfire. Got it?”

Sir Durden raised his hand in salute. “Copy that, Sire.” And just like that, he was gone and out of the room as quickly as he’d entered it.

“Adaine,” Fabian said, turning to face her. “Teleport Riz and Zayn to the infirmary and then find Aelwen as quickly as possible. I know she’s an abjurer, but she’s also damn good at conjuring. I’m going to need as many elementals as she can summon and for you two to get the palace’s Oak Warrior defences up and running. Send most of them to help the Captain and the rest to me. Sound good?”

“NO!” A wide-eyed Riz said as he scrambled to his feet. Still a bit sluggish, Fabian noted as Riz rushed over to grab his arm in a death grip. Shaking his head with a frantic fire in his eyes, he repeated himself. “No. I am going with you. I took an oath to protect you.”

Fabian kneeled to Riz’s eye level, clasping his hand over where Riz’s claws dug into his arm as he softly said, “You just got out of the infirmary. I’m not going to throw you to the wolves and let you die because of a fucking oath. That’s an order, Nohecharei.” At the sight of Riz’s unconvinced shaking of his head, Fabian brought him closer and pleaded with him, “I can handle this.”

“I-I… I feel like I failed you,” Riz said, his voice cracking as visions of all the ways Fabian could die today flashed before his eyes. “I said I’d squash the embers of a coup, and yet here we are. Fabian, I’ll be fine, just let me—”

“You haven’t me failed yet. I’m yet still the King, am I not?” Fabian joked, bumping his forehead into Riz’s with a small smirk. “Besides, you’ll be there with me, in a way,” He took a moment to reach into his pocket and pulled out Riz’s fang. Holding it from top to tip between his two fingers as he pantomimed a wink. “I still have your good luck charm.”

Riz’s gaze lingered on the intricately carved fang. A rueful smile tugged at his lips as his big, amber eyes grew glassy. Taking a deep breath, he slowly nodded and whispered, “Okay. Just… don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

Fabian smirked and pressed a kiss to Riz’s cheek, “No promises, darling.”

#kisses and coups!! who could ask for more?#fabian seacaster #riz gukgak #fantasy high #fabriz #Brave and Loyal Knight AU

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gabessquishytum · 1 year ago

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So we all agree that Hob is the World's Greatest Lover, 600 year reigning Pussy Eating Champion, etc etc. But think of the comedy potential if instead he was just...kind of mediocre at sex. After all these centuries he's still satisfied with a quick wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am, and he's not a particularly generous lover. A lot of the sex he's had over the years has been with prostitutes, so he doesn't feel very guilty about not making sure they finish, and his wives and long-term partners have mostly been a bit prudish/sheltered because of the time periods they lived in (some of them may not have even been aware that female orgasms were a thing). But none of them ever complained, so he assumed he was pretty good at sex.

And sure, he's had experiences with men (he's been a sailor at times, after all), but back in his day oral sex with any gender was kind of unhygienic and gross (cue the "ripe smegmatic sausage" meme) so the man's never given a blowjob in his unnaturally long life. Now, he *thinks* he knows all there is to know about sex because, to be fair, he has probably done it more times than any other human alive. But the reality is, his idea of "kinky" is any position other than missionary.

So he's surprised (and his ego is a bit bruised) when Dream seems disappointed but amused after their first time. He's worried Dream is going to dump him (and he's beating himself up, thinking he's so stupid for ever believing he could live up to Dream's standards), but Dream just smiles fondly at him and promises to teach him everything and train him to be a worthy lover for an Endless.

So after that, every night when Hob is in the Dreaming they work on his sexual education. Training montage: Dream makes him practice sucking his dick and eating his pussy until he really is the Pussy Eating Champion. Dream expects to come at least three times before Hob is even allowed to think about his own orgasm. Dream fucks his brains out and makes him a plug and a cock cage out of dreamstuff to wear in the waking, so he's always ready and can't cum unless it's on Dream's cock. Hob is, of course, a very eager and studious pupil, and he's more than happy to do anything Dream wants; he's realizing he's actually a lot kinkier than he thought. He loves being dommed by Dream, and Dream considers his education to be complete when Hob is able to successfully Dom *him* (which may or may not have been his goal from the beginning). The student has become the master, etc etc.

I love it here, you guys are so good to me <3 bad sex is so one of my kinks, especially coupled with a lil humiliation kink.

It's entirely fair to believe that Hob might have got a little bit too comfortable over the years. Recently his sexual experience has very much aligned with his modern image - middle class, a little boring, would probably rather just have a cup of tea. He's been sleeping with women mostly, and sadly he's been lulled into a false sense of security when they assure him that yes they did cum, honestly. Even in the decades before that a lot of what he did was drug fuelled and he can barely remember most of it.

Dream is a little disappointed, but on the whole he's amused and quite looking forward to giving Hob an education - after firmly telling him that his dick is nothing special and he really needs to work on his stamina (Hob is sitting there in stunned silence wondering how on earth this conversation is making him hard.)

Hob spends the next few months not being allowed to put his dick anywhere near Dream anyway. He's only allowed to pleasure Dream with his mouth, and only very occasionally allowed to cum. Dream is the strictest of teachers and resorts to corporal punishment when his student doesn't behave (spoiler alert, Hob also enjoys this more than he ought to).

Slowly Hob picks up the skills that he either lost or never had in the first place, and Dream becomes much more agreeable with him. After nearly half a year Hob is finally allowed to fuck Dream again, only this time he's wearing a cock ring and his purpose is only to bring his lover pleasure. Dream is so pleased with his progress that he even lets Hob cum inside him.

Before long Hob is coming home from work, grabbing Dream by the waist and hauling him over the sofa to tongue-fuck him until he screams. Which was more or less what Dream was hoping for during their first encounter. He's quite happy to sit on Hob’s (admittedly quite nice) dick these days, because he knows that Hob’s primary objective will forevermore be to make him cum.

Even if he does occasionally have to tie Dream up to do it. Oh yes, Dream needs to be educated too - about the perils of working too much and not letting off steam. Hob is only too happy to take on the role of teacher, this time.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw humiliation

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hunniegl4zed · 4 months ago

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Hey ideas are ideas! I just like looking into Sonic lore from different continuities a lot, and picking and choosing the bits from there. See what meshes well together.

Shit I mean look at our boy, him suffering is the only canon event we should be worrying about / joke but also true 💀.

Also the fun is infinite when you make stuff up too along with that. With the way space-time in the Sonic Universe gets so horribly warped in the first place, I say that anything is possible.

So I can roll with the worlds and timelines getting unstable again, to where some places that were once lost before suddenly respawn. Everyone on Moebius proceeds with their lives as normal….except for Scourge who dreams frequently of his old life enough to where he starts asking questions….and it seems like nobody knows what he’s talking about. Even starts mixing things up and it unsettles him. The last straw being that he talks about a few zones he once visited, only to find out…they never existed.

Something tells him that he should probably go to Sonic’s world to figure that out.

Turns out to be the biggest mistake, because as soon he’s near the place, a terrifying vision of his last moments strikes, and his molecules get really unstable, nearly eliminating himself AGAIN.

Could be another reason why Scourge takes so so long to contact Sonic as well. Zonic theorizes since some zones were very recently partially restored, going near the source (Sonic’s Zone) that is still largely readjusting itself could cause implosion for anyone who doesn’t originate from there.

He tries desperately to move forward with his new life only to find it’s as terrible as the last.

Having the memories meld together worsens his meltdown, to the point where he decides to make good on his promise with Moebius. By tearing apart the planet in his Super Form. ( Being extra for no reason here but his father was ALIVE again here. He was the last victim.)

Fiona is alarmed on why Scourge would even go this far in destroying Moebius, and this leads him to tell her everything. She doesn’t believe him unfortunately and ends up leaving him, only seeing that he would down-spiral from there.

With no home to turn back or anyone by his side, the days slowly stop mattering to him. Until mid-way he crashes at Mayhem’s place once they find each other, deciding to go with that he knows him….despite actually knowing him in this timeline. It’s nice that he has one other guy to rely on even if this all can be erased someday too without warning and……….and………

he should really get some sleep.

That’s one way this can be setup. Though feel free to explore Scourge’s story pre-delirium another way if you wish to do so.

EATING THIS UUUUPPPPP, It's like a 8 course meal!!! 😭🙏💚💚💚 Hope ya don't mind me combining the two asks, making it a little more clearer ✨️✨️✨️

His paranoia only getting worse when citizens of moebius start actively avoiding him, thinking this guy lost his marbles and should be send off to the looney bin. All off his crew seeing the path he goes down to leads them to step away from him, even Fiona can't stand being around him anymore. His "insane ramblings of other zones and people that aren't there" annoy or scare most of them away. Until he snaps :3

ANTI-JULES BEING HIS LAST VICTIM IS RAW AND I DON'T MIND AT ALL 🔥🔥🔥 THE expression he makes before Super Scourge beats him to a bloody pulp with his bare hands, is gonna be one if the faces that will haunt Scourge in his God forbidden nightmares.

Agree with you that Moebius would still be there, only for it to be empty and a place of death. All bodies of the dead will still be there when you enter it, just like how Scourge left it when he got burned out from his rampage. Almost apocalyptic.

Hecc to the no that Scourge ever wants to return to that place. If he's using a wrap ring, he can always slightly hear the screams of Moebius in the back of his mind. Always afraid that when he steps through one, it will lead him back there.

That's some of the reasons why his delirium picks up so fast. It can all be gone in the blink of an eye. When being in Sonic's world and staying at Mayhem, he tries to shake things off himself, "The past is in the past, right?". But boy oh boy, is our brains perfect at reliving your past~ ✨️✨️💅💅 Especially when you're trying to sleep and you're left alone with your thoughts 😌

#hunnieasks #scourge the hedgehog #delirium!au #super scourge #anti jules #fiona the fox #mayhem the hedgehog #moebius #its gonna be such a fun ride~#cant thank you enough Anon! 🫶💚💚

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dreamer-fallen-angel · 6 months ago

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Unknown Road - Imagine Taeyong x ftm reader

a/n: Hope you guys enjoy it.

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Part (2/?)-🥀Inside The Abyss🥀

- Ah, how long has it been since I was last here?

So gloomy...

So dark...

So damp... As if I were on the bottom of the sea, so hard to breathe-

Trrim, trrim, trrim!!!

With the morning light hitting his face and the alarm clock ringing non-stop, Taeyong slowly opened his swollen eyes, the light soon beginning to hurt his vision. Even with so many inconvenient situations, he felt comfortable and welcomed. He stood up, stretched and placed his hands on his face, his eyes widening as he remembered of his partner.

- Y/n!-

Taeyong gets out of bed clumsily and starts running desperately around the house, knocking into some furniture but ignoring the pain and continuing his search. As he enters the kitchen he stops his steps, after he hears the sound of a pan hitting the sink.

- I made a lot of noise, didn't I?-

There was y/n holding a frying pan with burnt food residue.

- Don't look at me like that... I took care, but it burned anyway. And now what are we going to eat?-

Taeyong didn't hear a word that came out of y/n's mouth, he just hugged the terrible chef.

- Out of the blue?-

Taeyong kept quiet and just shook his head in confirmation

- You're very strange today, more than usual at least...-

- I had a bad dream, and I lost you in it... I was worried...-

With a suspicious expression, y/n let out a quiet sigh.

- "You don't have to worry, after all, I'm not just going to suddenly disappear-

They both stayed for a long time cuddling, after Taeyong had calmed down a bit, they both agreed, after a lot of demanding on the part of the older man, aka Taeyong, to go to a restaurant they had been to on a few previous occasions for lunch, as it was already past 11 in the morning.

The journey was marked by warm conversations and a growing euphoria. After 20 minutes Taeyong noticed the unusual landscape around them.

- You got lost again y/n?- he rolls his eyes in annoyance.

- Maybe, just maybe, I don't know where we are...-

The older man tried to open the GPS on his cell phone.

- Damn! My battery's dead-

Taeyong put his cell phone in the car to charge.

- Calm down, we'll get there soon-

A slight pang of regret for having refused to look for alternative means hit the driver after more 10 minutes, as they remained without the slightest idea of where they were.

- Just use the GPS on your cell phone-

Y/n looks at him with apparent nervousness.

- You forgot your cell phone, didn't you?-

- Maybe... -

Taeyong curses, already starting to get stressed by the hunger that is growing by the minute.

They decided, after much discussion, that they would stop and ask for directions on the next avenue.

While they were both concentrating on the road, y/n saw something very strange, something like a glitch in his vision. The landscape became distorted.

Y/n started to feel scared after noticed that it was no longer morning, now he could only see the night sky on all sides.

- Damn it! Did you see? suddenly become night out of nowhere-

- What are you talking about? It's still daylight-

There was a look of confusion on Taeyong's face.

- What do you mean it's daytime? Can't you see?- he pointed out of the window.

With a frown, the older man shook his head in denial.

- You've been up all night again?-

- I don't, how could you not see? You know what, forget it, it's probably the hunger and the heat, I'm hallucinating already-

But he knew he wasn't seeing a mirage or something like that, so he broke out in a cold sweat. He accelerated the car and tried to turn on the headlights, but Taeyong said it wasn't necessary. What would happen If the youngest hadn't obeyed him at that moment?

In almost total darkness, y/n continued his journey, keeping straight ahead.

Suddenly some animal, which y/n couldn't identify in the darkness, jumped out of the woods in front of the car, causing the driver to turn the wheel sharply out of reflex.

Ah, if regret could kill, maybe y/n would already be dead.

With his vision full of blood, y/n woke up, his breathing panting and shaking. Looked to the side and saw Taeyong covered in the blood that was coming from his head.

- T-Taeyong, wake up!" his voice came out with difficulty and soaked in pain.

After several attempts, Taeyong woke up.

- What happened?" He put his hand on his forehead and look at it- That's blood?- despair beginning to consume him, he looks at you- why are you bleeding y/n?!- he stops after feeling a tremendous pain in his head.

- I think I rolled over the car into an abyss, I-I can't move my legs... - his hands were shaking non-stop but his legs didn't show the slightest sign of life, even with all the effort he was making to get out of his position. To make matters worse, y/n's belt was stuck and wouldn't come off no matter how much force was put on it.

- Try to get out yourself, my belt won't release-

Taeyong obeys, managing to get out of the crumpled car with difficulty, and as soon as he's free he goes to the other side of the car to try to help y/n get out, but luck wasn't on his side today, the door was jammed, the older man's efforts were in vain.

- Try calling for help with your cell phone-

With his cell phone in hand, Taeyong tried to call the ambulance, but without success.

- I'll see if I can get a signal, I'll be right back-

And off he went to several different corners, somewhat distant from where the car was. As soon as he got a signal, he started calling.

- Hello, it's an emergency, my car has overturned and-

- Are you with anyone else?

- Y-Yes, the car has fallen over and-and...-

- Calm down, sir, and state your location.

Taeyong inhales and exhales, trying to hold on to the slightest bit of calm necessary for this situation.

- O-Oh, right, right, I'm on some cliff near...-

Before he could even complete this sentence, Taeyong heard the sound of an explosion, which made his eyes widen.

- Y/n?...- his cell phone slipped out of his hands and landed on the ground.

- Hello? Sir? Are you still there?

Running in desperation, Taeyong went to the car, now on fire. He ignored the fire and, with his eyes already watering, put his hands on the car handle, pulling and pulling, but to no avail.

- T-TAEYONG!- y/n looked through the glass in despair as his body was being devoured piece by piece by the flames- HELP ME TAEYONG!!!! PLEASE!!!- his cries and screams of despair and agony sounded much more eloquent as they painfully entered the older man's ears, the feeling much worse than in his nightmares. Taeyong despaired even more and pulled even harder on the door, even trying to break the glass with a nearby stone, which worked, but the belt... It hadn't come off in time...

Taeyong with his arms already burned, managed to pull his body through the belt with difficulty.

His screams were no longer heard, his body was gravely burned and his breathing was no longer present.

- Y-Y/N!!!- words proclaimed with a desperation he had never seen or felt before.

The older man wiped the fire residue from y/n's body with his shirt. Rain poured from his eyes, or was it a deluge?

- You said you wouldn't just disappear out of nowhere...- he whispered through his sobs- FULFILL YOUR WORD Y/N!!! N-No... don't leave me alone y/n... Please...-

Taeyong hugged your body for a while and even though he knew it would be in vain, he called for help over the phone. But the rescue took too long, even longer to get into the abyss.

All the while, Taeyong remained hugging your body, not wanting to let go, as if the moment he did, you would leave him.

After arriving at the hospital, Taeyong couldn't stop banging his legs on the floor. He was by your side while the doctor examined you, and he was by your side when the doctor covered you up and told the date and time of your death. He had already cried out all the liquid in his body, but even so, when he heard about your death, he couldn't stop a tear from falling from his eyes. He already knew, he knew that you had been lifeless in his arms for a long time, but he wanted to believe that he would see you alive again. Taeyong's body looked like an empty glass now, it was y/n who had died, but it seemed that Taeyong had died with you in that abyss.

His blurred vision was the last memory Taeyong had before he woke up.

He woke up and lifted his face from the table, looked to the side and saw his empty whisky glass there, the rain still falling outside, as if it had fallen especially to remind him of his disgrace.

With his mind in a tangle, he sat there, staring at his glass and the rain. The night remained bluish.

It was then that Taeyong saw a light and put his hand in front of his eyes, trying to prevent the sudden brightness from hurting them. The front door opened and suddenly a loud thunder sounded in his ears.

It was from this same door that Taeyong saw a black shadow entering his house. He soon recognized the figure in front of him.

- Y/n?...-

#imagine taeyong #sad thoughts #loss #taeyong #imagine nct #nct #nct 127 #imagine taeyong x ftm reader #x reader #ftm reader #unknown road

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lowqualitygarbage · 10 months ago

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So what is the wasteland like in your AU? Is life slowly crawling back in? Or is it being stamped out by petty conflicts and the Jesus freaks? How the hell do Gamma storms even still exist? What lives out thier besides people?

!!! Hi!

So, this AU is a pretty direct Fallout adaptation, and I'm not sure how familiar you are with the games so sorry if I over or under explain.

It does kind of bother me that in the games like 200 years have passed since the War, and people are still basically in the stone age and eating centuries-old mac'n'cheese despite so much of the Old World being in a semi-recoverable state.

The sort answer is, the Wasteland could actually be built into a functioning society pretty easily, if people weren't The Absolute Worst.

Settlements are kept small and lower-tech, because you're right, the Army of Righteous does prioritize places that look like they could become a threat. Water treatment plants, armories, power stations, commercial farmlands, etc. The only large settlements that can survive are the ones that are basically fortresses and not worth the effort to wipe out.

This is part of what allowed the system of Overlords to form - they were basically Raiders who were able to survive long enough to amass enough fortifications and followers to the point they aren't easy targets any more, which in turn brings even more settlers to agree to serve under them for protection.

Wildlife is standard Fallout fare - mole rats, mutant dogs, radstags, yao guai, deathclaws, brahmin, giant insects of all kinds, mirelurks, robots, ghouls, and super mutants (along with whatever else I've forgotten). There are a few other animals I'll throw in mutated variations of as needed. Only major homebrew species is Razorbacks - mutated descendants of pigs and boars, I'll do a little writeup on them when I post Fat Nuggets.

As for the radiation storms, they're a gameplay element from Fallout 4, which I think they explained as there being the hyper-irradiated Glowing Sea nearby, which was ground zero for a massive nuke. Storm fronts coming into the Commonwealth over it would pick up the radiation and cause an extra hazard during storms. Most people and animals would either take shelter from the storms, or are already too irradiated/mutated to really be bothered. It's a convenient device to force people into places and in close quarters for a period of time, so I kept it. Let's just assume Pentagram City was a major target for nukes like other major cities, so there's a similar issue.

Additional worldbuilding thoughts below the cut:

The people who do make advancements/big recoveries in technology are people like Vox, and are just basically cut-throat capitalists who will murder their competitors and burn down/steal their stuff, to keep a monopoly on what they offer.

So VoxTech in the Vault 666 universe does offer a bunch of modern conveniences, but he also owns the local power stations and such to make them work, and runs the Vees' territory like a glorified Company Town where everything just goes back into his pockets. Anyone who tries to innovate is either bought out by him, or killed off so they're not a threat. Same with other Overlords who run an industry. No altruists can survive in this environment, which makes Charlie's dreams that much crazier.

technically anyone could probably run a radio broadcast. Alastor is so full of himself he doesn't see others as being even close his level, but people are too freaked out by him to really try; doesn't help that he overrides Vox's broadcast (which is commercials with some music now and again) for funsies whenever he feels like it.

#vault 666 #Hazbin Hotel AU #Hazbin AU #Fallout AU

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scarlet-shakedown · 3 months ago

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Midnight Suns - Chapter 3

Summary: Johnny wakes up, being held captive by Marc, Steven, and Layla.

TW: Language, Dark Themes, Mentions of Alcohol & Addiction

My eyes opened slowly. They felt heavy, making it hard to keep them open for long. My throat was dry. I tried to swallow but there was no moisture in my mouth. I needed to drink water, or anything. I tried to get up from the bed I was laying down on, and quickly realized I was stuck. My arms and legs were chained to the mattress.

“What the fuck?” I muttered under my exasperated breath.

“What are you?” A woman asked me who was sitting in the corner of the room with a bag of popcorn in her hand.

“No, who are you?!” I snapped.

She quickly responded, calmly and casually, “No, you’re chained up. My questions take priority.” She paused for a moment and ate a piece of popcorn. “I was told your head was on fire. That sounds pretty painful.

“Jesus.” I sighed and laid my head back. “So that wasn’t a dream.. did I hurt anyone?”

“No, fortunately so. Hold on, have I seen you before? Your face looks familiar.” She said before continuing to snack.

I looked over at her, “I- yeah. I was the lead singer of Johnny Blaze and the Wastelanders.. with me being.. Johnny Blaze.” I winced at the stupid shit I just said.

She looked like she was thinking a bit before replying, “No.. no that’s not it.” She thought for a few more seconds before pointing. “Wasn’t your dad a stunt cyclist?”

I smirked a bit. “Barton Blaze and His Stunt Cycle Extravaganza. You know if he was here, he’d already have started writing an autograph for you.”

She let out a chuckle, “Oh wow. I was never really a fan but my dad loved that stuff.”

“Anyways, you know who I am now. Can I ask your name?” I asked again.

She paused for a moment while looking at me before responding, “I’m Layla.”

I responded softly, “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Layla.”

“You don’t seem like the angry, flaming monster I was told about.” She curiously stated.

“I wasn’t in control for most of last night.” I stopped and looked at my bindings. “It’s actually probably a good idea that I’m tied down.”

Layla tilted her head down and looked up through her hair. She sighed and asked if I wanted anything to eat. I was getting hungry but I couldn’t accept. She left the room soon after.

A rush of guilt and regret flooded over me. I didn’t want to hurt anyone, and the lack of control scared me.

I didn’t know what the thing living in my body was, and in a moment of desperation, I whispered under my breath, “Who are you? What do you want with me?”

I waited for a response. Then I waited a little longer, even though I knew I wouldn’t get one. I stared at the ceiling and spiraled about choices I’d made in my life. I knew this day would come since that day that snake took over my life, and I’d hoped he’d forget about me and I could move, but that was never going to happen.

The Devil himself, has had his grasp on me, and my entire family, for nearly my whole life. It all started with my father. One day he was a famous stunt cyclist, and the next, he was forgotten. He’d tried to make a deal he couldn’t come back from. But the Devil didn’t want his soul. He’d already lived most of his life. So the Devil offered that fame back to my father for the price of his sons’ souls instead, and my dad agreed. After an accident during a stunt left my dad unable to work ever again, my brother secretly took to illegal street racing to earn us some money. He was always a good rider, just like our pops. After months of doing that, he’d gotten into a fatal crash during a race. I still remember when I found out. I was inside watching cartoons. Our doorbell was rung and my dad yelled at me to answer it. That was the first time I met him. A tall, well-fed man in an expensive looking black suit stood in the doorway.

“Hello. You must be little Johnny.. I’ve heard a lot about you. Can I speak to your daddy please?”

I remember my dad stepping outside to talk to him. I watched through the window the whole time, trying to make out what was being said. When the conversation was over, he stumbled back inside and told me about my brother. I was devastated, like any kid who just lost their best friend would be, but it completely broke my father. Before my brother’s death, he would only drink at night. Afterwards, I never saw him without a bottle in his hand.

One night, when he was especially wasted, he’d called me over to talk. He was sobbing, with tears and snot rushing down his face. I tried to ask him what was wrong, but he just grabbed my shoulder hard.

“I’m so sorry, Johnny.” He gurgled. “I let that man take your brother.. and he’s gonna take you too and there’s nothing I can do.”

He spat out other gibberish before he laid down and fell asleep on the couch. I stayed by his side for a while unable to move. I knew. I knew the man he was talking about right away. Less of a man and more of a monster even when he wore the face of a man. I tried not to think about these things often, but being chained up after turning into a flame monster kind of made it the obvious thing to be reminded of.

I heard a knock on the door after a while of spiraling and the man I’d fought walked in.

“Alright, we’re gonna talk.” He paused for a moment. “Well, no. I’m gonna talk, and you’re gonna answer me.”

“Ahh.. you must be Steven.. with a V.” I chuckled under my breath.

“No. I’m Marc.” He responded quickly, not seeming to find anything about this funny.

“Okay.. Marc… what do you wanna talk about?” I snickered back at him.

He answered quickly with a straight face.“You know what. Why were you hunting that werewolf? What are you?”

“Well.. to answer both questions at once, the Devil told me to.” I smiled a bit knowing he wouldn’t appreciate that response.

“Alright, you gonna be a jackass this whole time? Because I’m not very patient and I’m definitely not opposed to wiping that smug look off of your face.” Marc was getting visibly frustrated before he whispered to himself, “Fine. Take over.”

I could see something change in his posture. He was slouching a bit and looked a lot less pouty.

“Hey, mate. Johnny, is it?” The man now spoke in an English accent.

I responded quickly, “Yep. Johnny Blaze, pretty famous musician. So you must be Steve.”

“I prefer Steven, but yes. It’s good to meet you properly, without your skull head scaring the living bejesus out of me.” He said kind of chuckling a bit, but still a little uneasy.

“Yeah.. I definitely still prefer my ugly face over the skull too.” I joked back.

He got back into the conversation Marc was trying to have. “Do you know why that whole monster thing happened by the way?”

I replied, being more honest than I thought I’d be, “Yeah, my pops sold my soul to Devil and that’s somehow not anecdotal.”

“You mean like.. the biblical one? That guy?” He sounded a little baffled.

“Y’know, I didn’t ask him if he knew Jesus but I’ll make a point to next time.”

“Well.. I guess it’s not totally out of the realm of possibility. Marc and I serve the Egyptian god of the moon.” He paused thinking as I raised my eyebrows showing interest. “You told Layla you didn’t have control but you remembered my name was Steven. You were at least conscious then, right?”

I nodded, “Well, yeah. It was different though. Most of the time it feels like I’m in the driver’s seat… but last night, it felt like I was watching what was happening from the back while that thing was driving my body around. It was scary.”

“Hmm… that’s kinda how it feels when Marc has the body. Except it’s not scary anymore.”

We sat for a few moments in silence before a blood curdling scream could be heard from what seemed to be outside.

Marc immediately jolted back into control, and yelled “Layla!” while running out of the room.

“Wait! What’s going on?!” I yelled with no response.

My head starting pounding with pain while the voice of the spirit shook through all my thoughts. “That traitorous witch.” I felt those words almost personally without knowing what they meant.

“Come out here now, Zarathos!” A woman’s voice yelled with booming intensity from outside.

The second that name was spoken, I could feel the chains that bound me becoming looser, and the closer I felt to being unchained, the less I felt in control. The entity in me was breaking out, both mentally and physically. Before I knew it, my skin was melting away again. It was happening quicker than the last time, and less painfully too. Was my body acclimating to it?

I was free, and it was in the driver’s seat once again. It sped out the room and outside with murderous intent. The chains were still dragging from its arms. As it stumbled outside, I saw both Marc and Layla on their knees, pinned with ground with red energy. Standing behind them was a woman in dark red clothing. She stared at me with her piercing, red glowing eyes. She felt powerful and gave the impression that she knew she was.

She tilted her head slightly while maintaining eye contact, and with overwhelming clarity, she spoke, “You’re supposed to be in Hell.”

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