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okaykawaa · 2 years ago

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𝙄’𝙈 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙔𝙊𝙐 - tbp texting fic !

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Saturday 3:18 PM

mintisthebest : crying screaming shaking hyperventilating.

iheartspace : now..what in the hell is wrong with you ? 😟

mintisthebest : I asked Vance to hang out and he said yes

readallaboutit : AYEEEE

acrobat : that’s great 😁 !

iheartspace : ….

acrobat : what?

iheartspace : what’s wrong with griffin 💀?

acrobat : wdym there’s nothing wrong.

➜ that’s great 😁!

iheartspace : I’m taking abt this 😟

acrobat : okay..what about it?

iheartspace : you’re usually grumpy

acrobat : .

readallaboutit : think about what you say griffy wiffy 🥺

acrobat : I should have blocked you when I had the chance.

Iheartspace : ??

readallaboutit : I made a deal with griffin he can’t make any remarks or be mean at all today or else he has to be dressed like a clown 🤷

iheartspace : LMAO 💀 he won’t last a day

acrobat : angry angry mean words !!!!

mintisthebest : what.

iheartspace :

mintisthebest : STFU.

iheartspace : .

acrobat : finney ☺️…. get him before I get to him first.

readallaboutit :🤏🏻 this close to losing griffy 🥺

acrobat : .

acrobat : FINE IDC ILL LOSE SHUT YOUR MUSTY ASS UP BILLY AND FINNEY GET BRUCE BEFORE I SHOW UP AT HIS HOUSE

readallaboutit : 😟 well he snapped ig…

mintisthebest : anyways I’m meeting Vance at the park rn wish me luck 🫶🏼

acrobat : wishing you the worse Brucey 🥺/j

mintisthebest : praying downfall on u griffy 🤭

readallaboutit : NAH HOW COME BRUCE GETS TO CALL YOU GRIFFY BUT I CANT ☹️

acrobat :

iheartspace : 💀

mintisthebest : I had to refresh my memory of how pretty Vance is 🤭

iheartspace : I mean yeah he is but like one swing and your over 🤷..

iheartspace : Vance slander 😍

mintisthebest : one more comment and I’m swinging on you finney 🫶🏼🤗

iheartspace : BUT ITS TRUE 😟 YALL PLS BACK ME UP

readallaboutit : nah sorry u on ur own 💀..

Bruce tied his converse and let out a breath he walked out his room passing by his mother waving and telling her bye as he walked out the yamada residence home he stuffs his phone in his back left pocket making his way to the park he looked at his watch for the time 4:27 PM it read he sat down on the faded orangish red bench that was completely worn out from the previous years.

Glancing at his watch and his eyes scanning around the park waiting for the blond to show up Bruce hoped that Vance didn’t stand him up I mean it’s not a date but it’s still wrong as he was about to get up to leave after about 20 minutes Bruce was impatient sometimes

and he lets that get the best of him he sees the curly haired blond approaching him he let out a relived sigh slightly cracking a smile shocked to see something different about Vance he cut his hair ?! mouth wide open Bruce sat there looking at Vance in shock I didn’t look bad but he actually thought that Vance looked even better with his hair cut “What?” Bruce stood up looking at his hair “you cut your hair” Vance stared at Bruce for a minute making Bruce shift uncomfortably “Yeah I uh I got tired of it in my face so I cut it—“ “It looks good.” Vance looked at Bruce in his eyes “really? I thought I wouldn’t look right” “Yeah Really Looks good on you” Bruce Swore he could see a deep shade of blush appear on The blondes face but didn’t say anything “So Where do you wanna go?” “I have a few places in mind” Bruce said as he motioned his hand for Vance to follow him.

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pinheadvance did two things today chop my hair and hang out with @mintisthebest

Iheartspace : why does Bruce look done with everything 💀

pinheadvance : he was tired so now he’s sleep 🤷

redrobin : Ngl your hair cut is kinda good😟

readallaboutit : i just know when Bruce wakes up he’s gonna spam the gc 😭

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5:01 PM

iheartspace : @mintisthebest @mintisthebest @mintisthebest @mintisthebest @mintisthebest

iheartspace : WAKE UP BRUCEY WUCEY 😍

mintisthebest is online !

mintisthebest : he just fell back asleep

acrobat : ..that ain’t Bruce

readallaboutit : VANCE????

mintisthebest : what

iheartspace : DONT SCROLL UP

acrobat : you dumbass now that you said it he might scroll up 😟

mintisthebest : I’m not that’s invading his privacy.

iheartspace : …🤨

iheartspace : nah why isn’t he aggressive what the fuck.

readallaboutit : this is actually scary 🙁

mintisthebest : because I don’t always have to be aggressive plus I want to make a good impression on Bruce (tell him I said that and I’m fighting you)

iheartspace : aw how cute 🥰

acrobat : 🤢 ew never use that emoji ever again.

iheartspace : didn’t you use that emoji earlier???

acrobat : it’s different when I use it

mintisthebest : Bruce is honestly very sweet and funny I don’t wanna scare him away or anything.

acrobat : so what your saying is that you have a soft spot for him ?

mintisthebest : technically..

iheartspace : that’s cute but if you do anything to hurt Bruce I’m going to you house and cut your hair in your sleep.

acrobat : ..

mintisthebest : I’m not

readallaboutit : why can’t we be like that griffy ☹️

acrobat : because 🥱

Iheartspace : he didn’t even say no and he let you call him griffy 💀

acrobat :

iheartspace : 😟 WHAT.

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leviiattacks · 4 years ago

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hi bestie!! pls pretty pls do a levi one where he takes care of a sick y/n im feeling a bit under the weather and im getting kinda scared bc of covid :<< anything to help calm my nerves pls? thank you <3

author note :: get well soon anon :-( i’m super sick rn too (when am i not tho </3) so i get how it is. this isn’t that great because i wrote it pretty quick but i hope it eases youuu :-) this is just pure fluff and sappy stuff and yup yup MODERN LEVI BC... listen i have a soft spot for modern levi word count :: some how i got to 1.4k ????? idk how i always go over the expected word count i have in my head

it’s literally been YEARS since the last time you were sick

if you really dig through the depths of your memory you’d say maybe you were last sick when you were seven???

it’s that or your memory is just not great

either way, you really do not want to bother anyone with your sickness so you decide to hole up in your room for the entire day

you don’t even tell levi about it because you know he’ll drop everything for the sake of your comfort

the only problem is that midway through the day you’ve become so bedridden you can’t even begin to fathom attending classes tomorrow

you guess you’ll be taking another day off

as that thought crosses your mind your bedroom door bursts open

“i...” levi lets out a long sigh and you look at him dazed from your pounding headache

you’re surrounded by scrunched up tissues and your cold meds have been left untouched

“i’m gonna get you sick too. back away.” you’re frowning and signalling with your hands that you want him out

your nose is stuffy and you’re sniffling but levi just rolls his eyes before he sits next to you on the floor

buried in your duvet you look a little like a burrito and he laughs at that

“do you know where the thermometer is? i’ll check on your fever.”

he’s looking at you waiting for an answer

you think for a second and then you try to rummage through the timeline of today’s events.

to be fair you’re a little disoriented but for some unknown reason you feel yourself get a little teary eyed

maybe it’s a mix of your upcoming deadlines looming over you or perhaps it’s missing a really important class today

but it’s so sudden you don’t even know why your body is making you act so irrationally but that’s what fevers do

“i think i” you sniff and then the waterworks flood out of you. your brain can’t adjust to the severity of your headache and your urge to sleep is higher than ever

honestly you don’t cry very much so to see the tears worries levi almost immediately

“im sorry i misplaced it.” you croak out, your voice is all scaly and weird, you hate it

stupidly you get upset about that too

don’t people sound hot when they’re sick?? why do you sound like an angry bear...?

this is not fair.

“and i’m stressed.” you blow your nose but it continues to drip despite your constant attempts to stop it

nose bright red and hair disheveled levi’s eyes soften when he sees your workbook laying at the foot of your bed

notes are scribbles in random corners and your mind map is a chaotic mess but you’re trying your best given the circumstances

god, even when you’re sick you’re working hard. you’re ridiculous but in the most endearing way known to man

“alright, lay down.” he runs a hand through your hair to fix the birds nest before he adjusts your pillows and places your head down gently

“i’m sorry i’ve lost the-”

levi’s index finger presses against your lips and he shushes you

“get some rest, please.”

you comply but not before giving him a playful glare

his warm palms move to hold your face. cheeks squished together he swipes your tears away

“i’ve got some soup on the stove you’ll be good in no time.” his soft reassurance is comforting and protective

nodding you flutter your eyes shut.

you’re unable to sleep but levi’s presence is enough to ease you even if it’s just a little you do feel better

fifteen minutes pass and levi returns he’s got you a hot cup of tea and the soup is nowhere to be seen

“i had an accident in the kitchen... so have some tea instead.”

you simply laugh it off, he’s trying his best and you’re alright with not having to be fed tomato soup

tomato soup..... it’s sick and twisted it tastes so bad

you recall having to force yourself to down an entire bowl last christmas after catching a cold

never ever again will you do that

anyways, pea soup superiority it’s the only valid type !!!

levi likes tomato soup though that’s the only reason it sits in bulk in one of the kitchen cabinets

he brushes the mountain of tissues on your bedside table away, he’ll dispose of them later

placing the cup of tea where the aforementioned tissues once were you then realize he’s brought you a slice of madeira cake to have alongside it

at this your eyes brighten you love madeira cake it’s so soft and buttery and simple but it’s just REALLY GOOD???

anyway, you definitely recommend everyone to have some it’s a solid 10/10

“picked some up on my way here.”

your heart swells affectionately

no one will ever love you as hard as he does

to be honest, the little things he does keep you grounded and you don’t really know where you’d be without him

he always pays attention to the things you love, always carries you from the couch to your bed, always tucks you in, always lingers a little just to make sure you’re sound asleep

you know about that last bit because on occasion you have stirred awake on accident

every single time he strokes your hair and holds you close ushering you back to sleep

again, you don’t know if it’s your fever making you emotional or the warm feeling of being loved so HARD?? it’s like whack a mole the only difference is being repeatedly hit by bursts of affection

not really a great analogy but your brain is fried right now and it’s the best you’ve got

levi sits next to you making the mattress shift and you then plop your head against his chest

“drink up.”

he hands you the cup of tea but you nuzzle your face into his neck instead forcing him to place it back down

“what are you doing?” he asks.

one of his hands draws circles onto your back soothing you and the other hand is fiddling around with the packaging of your cold meds, he looks to be reading the description just to make sure you can take them

the feeling of his t-shirt under your cheek fades away and you find yourself staring up at him

“get here.” he softly murmurs

rather than pressing a hand against your forehead he swoops down

at first his hands feel your face and neck

“you’re burning up.” he frowns and then he does it

he presses his forehead against yours and you swear you could stop breathing and pass out right then and there

“the fever’s getting worse, why didn’t you call me earlier i had to find out you were sick from-”

“i love you.”

he freezes.

“of course you love me but that’s not what we’re talking about right now.” he snorts and looks you right in the eye.

suddenly you’re kinda just a teeny-weeny bit self-conscious about your dark under eyes but you push that thought to the back of your mind

“no i mean. i really fucking love you levi.” the expletive only makes you sound more serious especially since you always scold him when he uses vulgar language

it looks as if his mouth moves to say it back but you stop him

“you don’t have to say it again. i’m saying it because you said it first.” you explain through your drowsy state

“when did i say it first?”

the fever must be really getting to you is what he’s thinking

“your actions spoke for you.”

he ever so slightly jabs you with his elbow before he carefully places your head back down onto his chest

“you’re so sappy.” he pecks your cheek and you hum silently still unable to breathe out of one of your nostrils

“i know but you’re sappier.”

levi doesn’t respond because he knows you’re correct

:-)

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purecantarella · 4 years ago

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The High Never Hurt Anyone

Request : I absolutely loved the Hush scenario with Rosé!!:o Could you maybe do something with Jisoo too? Like imagine them going on tour ans in the middle of the concert she's so hyped up and energetic she just feels like taking y/n somewhere in a dressing room while taking a break from stage. Or it can be an ot4+y/n one, whatever you prefer🥰 in all honesty, I wanted to do an ot4 one for this but talking realistically I wouldn't be able to write that too well as of rn. let's see in a few months HAHAHAHA i still hope you enjoy! i suppose you meant a!jisoo x o!reader since you said smth like rosé's imagine. disclaimer : those under 18 please find a fluffier or angstier fic to read since this is not really something you should delve into.

Jisoo happily trotted off the stage after her solo stage, the adrenaline from their screaming fans still rushing through her veins excitedly. The vocalist found her way to the dressing room for a change of outfit.

She pushed the door open and expected to see her beauty team or at the very least her other two members either getting ready or there to greet her. Instead, she was met with a dimly lit and empty room. Jisoo walked up slowly, while still confused, to the vanity to wipe some of her sweat off.

The door behind her closed slowly and her eyes jotted up, meeting your eye. An excited smile fell onto her lips as she quickly turned to see if it was actually you. There you stood with a shy smile, hands clasped behind your back, slowly walking up to Jisoo's warm figure.

It'd been a few months since you both last saw each other. As much as you wanted to join her for their tour, you had other commitments you needed to tend to first. You'd both become lonely over the extended period of time, more so you, so you decided to surprise your beloved mate.

"You gave quite the performance, jagi..." You said tilting your head to the side, the warm smile you had turning into a teasing smirk. Jisoo beckoned you closer, her lips turning up as well. "I absolutely loved it..." You muttered, wrapping your arms around her neck.

On instinct, her head nuzzled into the side of your neck, taking a deep breath while inhaling your sweet scent. "I missed you so much, jagi..." She whispered softly, opening her eyes to see her mark on your neck before smiling fondly at it. The sweet smell began to fade slowly and was replaced by a familiar savoury scent, which only meant one thing.

Her eyes shot up to meet your blown out eyes as you propped a finger under her chin, making her bite down on her lower lip.

"We have roughly 17 minutes before you have to touch-up be back on stage..." You muttered, stroking your mate's cheek gently. "...and I wanna make up for lost time, alpha." You taunted her. A low growl vibrated from Jisoo's chest.

The vocalist pushed herself forward, roughly meeting your lips for the first time in months. You arms wrapped themselves around Jisoo's neck pulling her closer to yourself. The kiss was raw, rough meeting of the lips, teeth clashing with each other, tongues in a tango of pure lust.

You pulled away with a gasp before Jisoo's lips trailed their way down your neck. She left a trail of pink and red spots before pushing her knee into your wet center. You moaned at the contact before she turned you around, her eyes trained on yours hungrily though the mirror. Her knot began pulsing violently against her stage shorts before it became too much for her.

Instincts weighed over logic as she pulled your pants down along with your underwear. she pushed your semi-bare form on the lit vanity, dark, lust-filled eyes trailing every crevice of your body. Jisoo’s lips press to the shell of your ear, her hand firmly grabbing the flesh of your ass making you groan out. Your eyes are locked on hers as you pant and grind backwards into her erect member.

“I missed my omega.” Her other hand trailed down to her stage shorts, pulling the hard dick out and trailed your sopping wet cunt. “I want to feel every bit of you.” she mumbled, slowly pushing her member in as you cried out at the feeling. Your hand finding her nape, pulling her head closer to yourself. The smirk etched onto her lips growing as she saw you in such a state.

Once she was fully sheathed into your heat, your head fell with a long and throaty moan erupted from your chest. She leaned further forward. Her teeth grazed the skin of your neck, “Eyes up, jagi. i wanna see the desperate look in them while i fuck you dry.” with that her hips moved in a fast beated rhythm.

Your eyes locked onto your alpha's as the mirror in front of you both began to fog up. The alpha began to feel your walls tighten, slowing her thrusts into you. Her fingers trailed up to your chest as she took the skin in her hand making you cry out and release onto her still hard member.

Your body fell onto the vanity from the intensity of your orgasm. Jisoo pulled out slowly, jerking off her still firm member. You took notice of this and turned around. Slipping her hand into your own, you began stroking the vocalist's knot. She gasped at the feeling and fell into the side of your neck, praising you softly between soft groans and gasps.

"Give me your cum, Jagi...give it to me..." You muttered tiredly against her sweat-ridden hair. Jisoo began thrusting into your hand as you pressed your forehead onto hers, looking her in the eye. With a raspy groan, her release painted your bare thighs and some of your shirt.

She panted tiredly, your breathes mixing together. A smile found its way to your lips as you pressed a gentle kiss onto her heart-shaped lips. "I really did miss you, Soo-yah..." You whispered against her lips.

"I know, Jagi...I'm glad your here with me now though." Jisoo whispered back once she caught her breath. "I can't wait to show you off to the staff..." She pecked your lips. "...to the girls..." Another peck on your jaw, you giggled at the idea. "...and to the blinks." Her lips made their way to her mate mark, proudly sitting on your neck.

Your hand met her forehead, wiping away the sweat that began to accumulate there. "Let's get you cleaned up, Jagi...I wanna watch you perform some more." You said excitedly.

"Oh you'll get a performance, alright." She said winking at you playfully to which you rolled your eyes, a blush dusting over your cheeks. "I can't wait."

i'm really sorry for the late post everyone 😞this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks and i hope it held up! i hope you enjoyed everyone! i'll be posting the Itzy first kiss and an imagine i have written down in a few days. thank you for patiently waiting! requests are open and comments on my writing style are always happily accepted! i'll see you all very very soon! 💖 taglist: @labrachrosite

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embrassemoi · 3 years ago

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Surrounded by the Moon and Stars ✷ 34

Pairings: Sirius B, F!Reader, Remus L Warnings: DARK THEMES, heavily implied domestic abuse (the Black family) A/n: I’m editing this in a restaurant rn. Nobody can say that I’m not committed! Anyway, if there’s more errors than usual, it’s bc I’m on mobile. Sorry!

【 Masterlist | Previous Chapter | ao3 】

Chapter 34: Secrets of Our Souls

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Meet me at our place at midnight. Be careful. Make sure nobody follows you. R.A.B

Y/N read the letter several times before folding it in half while her eyes glazed the crowd of students in the Great Hall in search of Regulus.

A no-show.

Since the start of the term, she’d been trying to get hold of Regulus but her attempts were futile. He was as finicky as a shadow, never staying still long enough for her to grasp, to spot.

Everything about his inconspicuous disappearance and the peculiar letter left her deeply unnerved. He'd even gone as far as using a different owl to respond to her letters; not the usual Black family owl.

In many ways, Regulus was mysterious; highly unusual — dare she say frightening.

“Oh!” Marlene exclaimed. “A secret admirer?”

“Give it back!” Y/N said indignantly as Marlene pried the letter from her hand, unfolding it. Before she could read the contents, Y/N nearly tackled it out of her grasp, snatching it back while Marlene pouted. “It’s private.”

Continuing to sulk, Dorcas smiled at Marlene. From between the sliver of space from under the wooden table and their bodies, she watched as Dorcas held Marlene’s hand; thumb grazing over her knuckles. Y/N eyed them questioningly.

“What are you not telling us?” Dorcas mused, leaning on the table with a sly smirk.

Marlene snapped her fingers. “Oi! Ginger snaps!”

Lily peered over, smile vanishing, placing her fork down. “Did you just call me a…?”

“Would you prefer traffic cone then?” Mary teased.

“I like Carrots more.” Dorcas added, shyly.

“Anyway, you two are pretty much attached,” Marlene said. Had she known better, she would have recognized Marlene’s tone for jealousy. "Who sent that letter?”

Lily shrugged but her face turned downwards at her uncomfortable body language. “She said it’s private. Leave it.”

The conversation ended at that.

Y/N felt a little nudge under the table and as she looked up, Lily’s head was tilted, conveying the silent question, ‘are you okay?’ She didn’t answer as a couple of first years bounced up to Marlene, tugging down on her sleeve. She turned to them, flicking her blond hair out of her face with a wide smile.

One first year was close to tears, another one standing on their tippy-toes to whisper something in her ear.

“Please can you come to the common room? It’s scary and I-I miss my dad!” One of the first years cried out.

Marlene cooed, hugging them lovingly. With a nod, she stood and pressed a kiss to the side of Dorcas’ cheek. She managed to make it seem like she was whispering in her ear before turning back to the group. “See you tossers later!”

Dorcas watched Marlene walk away. First years jumping, hanging off of her while Dorcas’ fingers grazed the spot on her face where she kissed her. She dazzled radiantly.

Before midnight, Y/N left her dorm, heading to the Marauder’s room and knocked on their door. She vaguely heard footsteps approaching before it opened.

She smiled before she could even register it. “Moony.”

He grinned widely. “Whiskers,” Remus said pleasantly, leaning against the door frame, his hair falling slightly over his eyes. “How may I help you?”

“Seeing you has already helped a lot.” She joked while Remus blushed madly. She laughed at his reaction. “I need to talk to Bambi.”

Remus had his eyebrows raised but opened the door wide and beckoned her in.

She noticed a bed pushed far to the left, isolated from the other beds. The curtains were almost nearly closed aside from the sliver that was still open. Black was there, book in hand with a few pieces of parchment laid surrounding him. He was already looking up at her.

They truly isolated Black from them in every way possible.

“Oh hey, Y/N.” Peter smiled before throwing her a small wrapped sweet her way. “Greetings!”

“Thanks, Pete!” She caught it. And dropped onto James’ bed. His glasses were strewn, laying on his bedside table as he flicked through his book.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Do you mind if I borrow your invisibility cloak tonight?”

James surprisingly didn’t push further as he simply went through his trunk and threw her the cloak, only asking that she would be careful with it.

She hopped out of the room, rushing out to the cold corridors and threw the cloak over her head. As she passed through various hallways, she finally opened the door to her and Regulus’ small hideout. A couple of candles were lit and the familiar Slytherin and Gryffindor blankets clashed together.

Huddled in the corner of the room on the couch, small and curled with his legs pressed against his chest and chin perched on his knees, Regulus was there, shaking.

She rushed up to him, keeping her hand visible and only touching him when he realized it was her. Consoling people was always a challenge in itself.

“What happened?”

Regulus’ voice was strained and tired. “C-can you hug me? Please?”

Her heart could have shattered as she roped him into a large, crushing hug. His aching sobs crashed through her chest. Y/N’s arms were tight around Regulus, his head face pressed against her shoulder and she could feel his tears seep through her shirt. Doing the best she could, she soothed him, petting his hair.

She couldn’t tell just how much time had passed until Regulus’ snuffles calmed down as he harshly wiped his tears. It was the first time she was able to truly get a close-up of how he looked.

To put it lightly, Regulus looked like shit.

Any of that regal, youthful glow of his diminished. And she realized it only faded whenever he went home. His skin was dull and grey, eyes sunken. Even his long hair was cut lopsidedly.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked.

“I… It’s…” Regulus trailed off, face full of worry and trouble. “It’s…”

“It’s okay,” she rubbed her hand up and down his shoulder. “You don’t have to tell me.”

But something caught her eye. Regulus’ trousers rode up in his shaking state. A large bandage was wrapped messily on his leg. The skin around the bandage was red and a few scars peaked out. But as soon as she realized, he had too and quickly pulled the fabric down.

“... What is that?” She asked softly. She didn’t know what it was, but something heavy sunk in her chest — the feeling of sickening, frightening dread.

He refused to answer.

“You have to get that checked out —”

“No!” Regulus shouted, complete panic filtering through his face.

“Whatever that is, it isn’t going to heal properly if we don’t.”

Regulus debated for a while and she saw the conflict on his face before relenting. “I’m embarrassed by it…”

She mustered up any kind of energy left and smiled. “I won’t judge you.” She managed to catch his eye and held it. She went over her options quickly.

1. Leave Regulus?

Option one was already tossed out the window. The weight of the situation was far too grave to continue to let it slide by again and again.

2. Press further?

But how?

3. Make him feel comfortable?

Bingo.

If he was ashamed by his scars, then maybe if she showed hers…

She turned to Regulus, lifting her sleeve. A scar ran across her forearm from Snape’s attack during the Quidditch match.

“I got this a couple of months ago in a nasty fight.” Then she pointed to the small scar on her leg from when she was dragged by Moony. "I got this from an accident."

But then, she sucked in a deep breath, mustering up all her bravery and courage, pushing down every bit of insecurity. She tugged down the collar of her shirt a bit, just enough to reveal the top of a much more faded scar that travelled down to her sternum. “And I got this from a heart surgery.”

She fixed her shirt to sit properly again. “I was born with a heart defect. It went undetected until my mom found me, hardly breathing and had to perform open-heart surgery on me. I was supposed to die but here I am. Healthy and alive and I haven’t had a problem since.”

Regulus looked up at her wide-eyed and his body became less stiff.

“I used to be so… ashamed of it. Maybe I still am, I never talk about it… Only you, my mom and someone at Ilvermorny knows. But my point is, I am more than my scars, and you are too.”

She swallowed her fear, now cursing herself and resolved to shut up. Waiting, she wondered that since she showed him the scars that perhaps he would too.

Regulus considered her, almost astonished, finally moving to pull up his trousers and peeling off his bandage, wincing while doing so.

It felt like a cold bucket of water was splashed all over her body. She desperately tried to keep her face blank as the overwhelming urge to cry while combating the wave of nausea hit her.

His skin was butchered — fiery red. They weren’t neat, like what a surgeon's scalpel would be like, but messy, crisscrossed and viciously deep. It had hardly healed and they were old enough to be a little over a week or two old. And undoubtedly painful.

Whoever did that to him was enraged, furious.

“Shit… Regulus… who did this?” She asked quietly, more to herself than him as he remained silent. She stood, commanding, “We need to get you fixed up.”

“It’s not that b —”

“Stop lying.”

“Just don’t take me to the hospital wing.”

Wanting to know more, she was too afraid that any more prying would result in Regulus completely shutting down and withholding more information. Instead, she picked up the invisibility cloak, threw it over him and wrapped an arm underneath Regulus' arms to help him walk out of the room.

She went to the only other place she knew she would be able to offer any resemblance of help.

Once reaching the Potions classroom, muttering Alohomora, Y/N helped Regulus sit down comfortably at one of the extra tables and immediately got to work. All sorts of magic went around as she grabbed an extra textbook and flipped to the Essence of Dittany page.

Shelves, jars and cabinets opened and closed on their own accord, all taking ingredients as they fell into a boiling cauldron.

“What are you doing?” Regulus questioned, nervously drumming his fingers on the table.

“Making you something.”

It was still between them. She didn’t know what to say, only what to do. Everything went through her mind like a step-by-step process, like a robot categorizing its own emotions.

Because what was the right response to something like this?

She stared at the bubbling cauldron, slowly stirring to avoid eye contact. “You don’t have to tell me but… you didn’t do this to yourself —”

“No,” Regulus said, calmly and steadily.

“Then… to the person — people who did… will they bother you again?”

“Probably not… I’ll be okay.”

It wasn’t the answer she was hoping for.

Once the potion was completed, she poured it inside an applicator and made sure to cast a quick cleaning spell. A soft blue glow emitted around his leg until disappearing. She looked up to him, fisting his shirt and shoved it inside his mouth. “I’m sorry, this is going to hurt.”

She took the applicator, pouring a couple drops onto his wound. A greenish smoke billowed around them as it bubbled on his skin. The skin was stitching itself back together and over his wound. Regulus moaned in pain, fist banging on the wooden table.

She finally pulled the cloth from his mouth once down and ran across the room to find more clean clothes to dab off the sweat from his face. Y/N thought for a second he was going to faint.

“I’m so sorry Reg… Sorry…”

He didn’t say anything for a while, only nodding in response meanwhile she monitored his condition. She gave him the wrapped candy that Peter gave her, hoping that it would help him regain some energy. She was beginning to grow worried that she might’ve brewed it incorrectly as her mind mulled over possible counter potions.

“I know… you said... you don’t talk to my brother much…” Regulus croaked out. She closed the book, rushing up to him. “But... you are in the same friend group… right?”

She chewed the inside of her cheek. A white lie wouldn’t hurt.

“Things changed. We’re friends. Why?”

There was a long pause. “Is he okay?”

A million questions went through her. Even if they were estranged, wouldn’t he know?

“He’s okay.” Lie. “He’s just been… stressed as of late.” True.

“Is he still staying with the Potter’s?”

“Yes.”

He smiled, eyelids drooping but everything about it told her something wasn’t right. “I’m glad.”

Regulus refused to let her help him walk back to the dungeons and left with his wound almost fully healed. And she was left with more questions than any answers as she slithered into bed.

What was he not telling her?

But then she thought about the summer with Matthew. Why had he been so surprised that she had been with a member of the Black family? Or how did he even know them? What was it about them that commanded so much respect and international recognition?

A couple of footsteps padded her way and Y/N felt her bed dip, a weight sliding beside her.

“Are you okay?” Lily whispered. “Been worried about you these past couple of days.”

“Yeah,” Y/N said, turning to the side to look at Lily through the night. “Jolly.”

“You sure? It can be our secret?”

She remained quiet and it gave Lily her answer. She turned onto her side before mumbling. “Feel free to stay tonight.” When she didn’t feel Lily leave, but she wiggled around to become comfortable, she sighed, forcing herself to sleep.

There was certainly far too much happening in her life at the moment for her to fully care about Lily’s bizarre and avoidant behaviour. She just wanted the next day to come.

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The next few days were uncomfortable and Y/N was beyond exhausted.

Breakfast was nothing more than her sipping on a glass of water, studying the Slytherin table, worried for Regulus.

Was he being bullied? Was he… no… the wound was a bit too old for it to have taken place at Hogwarts.

She spent most of the day in the library, simply reviewing her Herbology and Advanced Potions textbook.

Much to James’ dismay, all the free periods they had in sixth year were due to the overwhelming work and increased difficulty in lessons. Fortunately for Y/N, Potions was partially a free class and she never had to worry about it aside from the essays. It was far too easy.

During class, she would figure out new techniques, tricks, but to her dismay, Slughorn had really enjoyed how both she and Snape performed together and often paired them up during potions. She hated to admit it, but there was a reason why Snape was a favourite student of Slughorn. He had talent. Although, he was in a permanently vindictive mood around her which made him even more unbearable.

The tip of her eagle-feather quill moved across the pages of the textbook and she pulled back momentarily to review her book.

Nightshade… Powdered silver… Stewed Mandrakes… Slughorn had said it helped werewolves… What if Remus —

“Whiskers! There you are!” James said, strutting up. He sat down on the couch beside her, both tucked away in the corner of the library.

She gave a little wave of her fingers before closing her book. James suddenly became slightly dejected at her reaction. She couldn’t force herself to put on a show.

“Something wrong?”

Y/N felt like there were no answers to everything that had been happening recently. Only if Matthew was there.

But James was.

“I need to ask you something.”

His head swivelled around to see if anyone with prying ears was listening in before nodding.

“Could you tell me about the Black family?”

She had never seen James go so rigid. His cheek hallowed as he chewed the inside of his cheek and waited for her to elaborate.

“I know I don’t talk about it but Regulus is a friend of mine.” She didn’t miss the way James stiffened further at that. “And he’s… worrying me. He’s… god, I don’t know what to say.”

James threw up a silencing spell, encircling them. “It’s okay, go on.”

“Regulus’ leg was butchered. I think he’s being bullied or it’s darker than that.”

James’ skin, which was usually a warm, rich look, seemed as if it paled, almost giving him a gray appearance. “Did he say anything about his family?”

“No. But he never talks about them. Is that the reason why Black stays with you?”

“Even with the non-existent respect I have for Black, I feel like I can’t tell you much,” James said and she understood why. “But the Black family — they’re fucking insane. Their Pureblood mania is probably one of the worst I’ve ever seen.” James took a moment to look at her reaction after mentioning blood purity. “He has a reason to be scared of them.”

“So you’re telling me that his family… they hurt him?”

James looked down, the gravity of their conversation finally hitting him. He took off his round glasses, rubbing his temples. “I’m not sure. Maybe? It was probably another Slytherin. His parents… love him — I don’t see them laying a hand on him. He didn’t mention running away? Did he?”

“No.”

She heard James curse under his breath as he grabbed his hair out of habit. “I’ll talk to him.”

“About what? You can’t tell him I told you, he’ll —”

“Relax. I won’t. I’ll ask him to move in with me.”

Y/N felt like she could faint there and then. Everything in her body felt wobbly, weak as she grappled with the idea of Regulus and his home life. Then Black… did he also go through what Regulus has been through? The thought made her sick.

James’ voice tugged her back to reality. “Promise me something.” She waited for him to continue.

“I know Regulus is your friend and that he’s going through a rough time but…” James struggled with his words. “But… be careful around him. He’s not much of a threat but his family is. There’s a reason why Black lives with me; no matter how angry, how much I hate him, I would never let him go back there. To them.

“The war is approaching and they have eyes all on Regulus — watching everything he does.”

Goosebumps covered her entire body. Everything James said sounded more like an underlying threat of sorts. She wondered if that was the reason why he refused to be seen with her publicly. “Are you saying that he’s a Death Eater?”

“No,” James responded briskly. “But it’s not to say his parents won’t force him to. If you knew his family, you would understand —”

Both students snapped their heads up from the figure slowly approaching them as James eased off the silencing charm.

Professor Elway was there, holding a large leather-bound book and a stack of parchment, most likely essays she had to grade. She only gave a small nod to James before smiling widely at Y/N which caused James to mutter something vaguely familiar that sounded like ‘favouritism.’

“Ms. L/N! How wonderful to see you!” Elway was enlivened. “I was just thinking about you.”

“Oh! Erm — thank you?”

Elway laughed, “Your work has been incredible! I’m very impressed.”

She felt James nudge her under the table.

“Oh!” The professor exclaimed. “There’s a Duelling club session tonight I’m supervising. I’d love to see you there?”

“I’m sorry, but we have a paper due in Transfigurations.” James helped, cutting in for her. She felt herself relax into her chair.

In no time, Defence Against the Dark Arts became Y/N’s favourite class and duelling was incredibly fun, but all she wanted to do was sleep. Perhaps another time…

Professor Elway gave a little sigh but nodded her head. “Then I’ll see you next session! Have a good day, Ms. L/N and Mr..?”

“Potter.”

“My apologies, Mr. Potter. Have a fine day!”

While they watched her leave, both students were left with a similar deep, icy trepidation that clawed at their soul and a single question heavy in their hearts.

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miyaniacs · 4 years ago

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Mafia AU - Bokuto x fem!reader

The next day

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Chapter 2 - At the Club ; Index ; masterlist

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Saturday 9 am

Your whole body hurts.

Your head is even worse.

Suddenly the events of last night hit you and you freak out, quickly opening your eyes.

“Heyy hey. It’s fine, you’re okay.” You look around the unfamiliar room, searching for the source of the voice.

“Hey, Y/N - It’s me.” Bokuto sits down next to you, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulder pulling you in.

Bokuto. Right.

You look around the room. You’re sitting on a bed, king size, there are windows all over the one side of the room, with a breathtaking few over the city. You look down and tug on the T-Shirt you’re wearing.

“That’s mine.. I thought it’d be more comfortable for you to wear while sleeping - OH don’t worry. I haven’t done anyone to you or saw anything. My eyes were closed the whole time!AND I SLEPT ON THE COUCH! He blushes?

“T- Thank you” you finally menage you stutter, “is this.. your home?”

“Yes.. It was nearer to the Club and I didn’t want you to stay blacked out in my car for too long.” He scratches his head, “ Do you want some coffee?”

You nod and he gets up, “feel free to take anything you need out of the bathroom or my closet if you’re cold.” He smiles gently and leaves but quickly turns around to add “Your purse is over there” he gestures to the nightstand, “I haven’t opened it, but your phone is vibrating the whole time.” You smile at him and he leaves.

Thank god he hasn’t seen the gun or the two phones. You quickly grab your phone.

8 missed calls form Tosh.

13 messages form Tosh

6 from Kageyama.

4 from your friends.

You quickly text your friends that you’re with a guy so they don’t bother you anymore and then open up the messages from Ushijima.

From: Tosh

5am

Y/N. Where are you?

Why don’t you answer your phone.

5:30am

Y/N. I’m getting worried.

Kags told us that they found a body near the Nest.

More like pieces of a body.

No one knows if its male or female

6am

GOD DAMN ANSWER YOUR PHONE

6:15am

I was at your apartment. You’re not there??

6:57am

Okay i check the other flats.

WHERE ARE YOU

7:23am

Y/n.. please answer. Please.

I’m freaking out.

Just tell me your alive

To: Tosh

Omg I’m so sorry, I cant talk rn I’m at Bokuto rn. Some guy drugged me and he took care of me. I’ll call you as soon as I’m at the flat again.

You put your phone away and made your way to the door, you assume has to lead to the bathroom.

You put off the T-shirt and your panties, you haven’t worn a bra with the dress in the first place, and hop under the shower.

As the hot water runs down your body you mind starts to get normal again. The dizziness fades and all the memories form last night hit you again.

You just now really realise how dangerous the situation you were in was.

What if they put one and one together?

It would be your dead body which the police is trying to identify at the moment and probably failing to identify from what you heard about the Jackals.

The tears start welling up in your eyes and you run down your cheeks.

You don’t know how long your stood there when you finally hear a knock on the door.

“Hey Y/N? Are you okay?” You hear Bokuto’s voice from the other side of the door.

Turning off the water you answer “yes I’m fine, sorry I’m getting ready now” you walk out of the shower and wrap yourself in the big fluffy towel he previously laid down for you. It smells like honey and you’re actually wondering what washing powder he uses. Putting the towel up to your face you inhale the smell, remembering that you smelled some sort of honey back in the club when you were pressed against Bokuto. It was kind of comforting and immediately made you feel save when you smelled it back then.

Hell put yourself together y/n. You scroll yourself, You are working for the opposite gang. You should feel save with him. He’d kill you in no time when he finds out that you are a spy.

Taking some deep breaths you pull the towel tighter around yourself and open up the door.

Bokuto is standing over at the window front watching the city.

The sun is illuminating his face, making his skin glow and his eye look as if they are made of pure gold. The way his chest moves up and down when he breaths, stretching the fabric of his shirt with every breath he takes.

You watch him for way too long. The water from your still wet hair dripping on the ground, leaving a small puddle.

You tiptoe next to him and your eyes wander over the town.

“It looks so peaceful form up here, right?” He comments.

You nod your head, realising that he isn’t looking at you, you quickly add a small “yes”.

Bokuto’s gaze moves over to you, “ Are you okay?” He asks.

You look up to him “Yes I am.” you smile. “No. I’m serious Y/N. I heard you crying, your eyes are still red. You can talk to me okay?” He says, now fully tuned to around to face you, his hands grabbing yours.

You look down at your hands, which are so small and delicate compared to his. Those hands, the same hands that made you feel save when you thought you were going to die. Those hands, that saved you from falling to the ground as you blacked out. Those hands, you felt stocking your head at night.

You press your lips together as you feel your eyes getting teary again. Whats wrong with you god damn. You’ve never been a cry baby. You need to get out of here as soon as possible.

Why is he so nice to me? you ask yourself as he pulls you into his chest, his arms protectively wrapped around you as you feel the tears run down your cheeks.

That’s not how it’s supposed to be.

He’s in the Mafia.

He can kill you right now if he wants to.

Why am I letting my guard down.

Why is he so different with me?

It’s like he’s a totally different person from the one in the club.

You feel yourself melt into the hug as he presses a kiss onto your head.

HELL I NEED TO GET OUT NOW!

You quickly push yourself off of him and grab your dress and purse walking back into the bathroom to change.

“Y/N - I’m sorry I -“ you shut the door.

Within 5 minutes you’re dressed and already walking to the front door.

“I’ll call a taxi, sorry for bothering you.” You apologise and hurry out of the door, before he can get a chance to answer you.

Saturday 12 am

You walk down the streets, trying to sort out your thoughts, coming to the conclusion that this is all the fault of the drug that is still in your blood. There is no other explanation, there can’t be.

Pulling out your phone you call Ushijima.

After the second ring he answers.

“Y/N. You are okay right? I SWEAR if this guy touched you I will kill him.”

“Tosh, I’m fine don’t worry, can you pick me up?”

“I’m already in the car, text me your location” he hangs up.

You sent him your current location and wait for the familiar sound of his car.

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nolongerwrites · 5 years ago

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Lemme just repost this because my dumbass deleted it by accident a couple of weeks ago 💀

I know the lyrics are misplaced I’m too lazy to fix it rn

How to disappear

“Cuts on his face 'cause he fought too hard”

“I know he's in over his head”

“But I love that man like nobody can”

“He moves mountains and pounds them to ground again”

“I watched the guys getting high as they fight For the things that they hold dear”

“To forget the things they fearThis is how to disappear...”

It had been almost 4-5 years since you’d last seen him. Last you’d Seen the way he’d smile at you when you would walk in the room. The way you would wrap your arms around him from behind when you thought he least expected it, the way you’d cuddle up against him at night like it was the only way you could sleep, the addictive kisses you’d share when no one was watching.

Dazai and you were inseparable. Everyone in the port mafia knew you two were basically connected at the hip. They would talk about the way you two would sneak off and do god knows what when you were supposed to be working. But that was a long time ago. When he disappeared leaving only a note on what had happened and why he needed to leave, it felt as if your whole heart had been torn up to pieces and set on fire.

You were mad. Upset. Confused. Why didn’t he take you with him? Had everything you’d done together and the time spent with each other meant nothing?

You knew odasaku was his best friend but weren’t you also? It may have been selfish of you to think that way but After Dazai’s disappearance you fell into a deep state of depression. You became a completely different person from the way you carried yourself to the lack of sympathy for others. Everyone in the mafia stood clear of you even on assignments and in the halls of the mafias headquarters.

You killed without a second thought unlike before and It didn’t matter who it was you were interrogating, if they didn’t speak up the first time you tortured them until they spilt the info you were looking for only for you to kill them off brutally.

You had become one of the most dangerous and ruthless executives the mafia had, even chuuya wouldn’t try and mess with you.

“Cry on his shoulder 'cause life is hard”

“The waves came in over my head”

“What you been up to, my baby?”

“I haven't seen you 'round here lately “

Fast forward those painful years and here you were now, On your way to inspect a wear house down at the port that supposedly had some suspicious looking figures lurking around it.

Mori had assigned you to just take a look at take out anyone who didn’t look like his men. But

halfway there, as you were driving in one of the cars belonging to the mafia, you had gotten a call from chuuya.

You picked up your phone and answered it hoping it was just another assignment so you could go home and sleep. You were awfully exhausted.

“What’s up” you stated blankly as you turned a corner. “You might wanna come back. Mori specifically asked for you..” chuuya sounded like he was nervous to talk to you. More than normal. “I’m already half way there can’t he wait-“ you were cut off as chuuya called your name sternly.

“ we have a prisoner that needs to be interrogated, a former mafia member..” there was a pause on your end that racked his nerves to the core, yet he continued on.

“... you can probably take a guess who it is...” the car had stopped before he could even finish that sentence. Your grip on the steering wheel was insanely tight, you were surprised you hadn’t broke it already. Blank clouded eyes stared on into the empty road in front of you and as a few minutes past, you could hear chuuya clear his throat which prompted to snap you out of your daze.

“I’ll be right there.” Was all you said as you hung up and turned your car around. Something inside you said you knew exactly who it was

“All of the guys tell me lies, but you don't”

“You just crack another beer”

“And pretend that you're still here”

“This is how to disappear”

Your footsteps echoed through the hall with every slow step you took. You were full of every kind of emotion you could possibly feel. Your ability felt like it was going to erupt like a bird set free from its cage. With every new step you took, your body was telling you to go back. You wouldn’t be able to handle it. But this was the job you’ve devoted yourself to, and you weren’t going to back out now. Chuuya had warned everyone in the building before you got there so the halls were practically empty.

They’d heard the rumors about you and they didn’t dare cross your path in a situation like this. Before you knew it you were in front of the door to the dark, empty brick room used to interrogate.

You took a deep breath a few times in an attempt to calm the beast inside you. You counted to three before slowly opening the door to the room..Dazai stood there chained to the wall by his wrists, waiting for someone to walk in. Of course being dazai, he was singing some song about a double suicide. It had been a while since anyone had come down here. Worst case scenario, that short asshole Chuuya would come down and maybe give him a punch or two (or more likely try and kill him).

What he didn’t expect however, was to see your silhouette standing at the top of the stairs. The second he saw you standing there, in your black, ankle long skirt and grey ruffled blouse that slid off your shoulders exposing the skin of your collar bones and neck which was covered in black cloth like a choker, dazai felt his whole body freeze.

“This is how to disappear”

His eyes were wide with shock as you stepped foot by foot down the stairs. The black heels you were wearing clicked and echoed through the musty room. Before he knew it you were only about 3 feet in front of him.

You never lost eye contact with dazai even as you stopped directly in front of him. Nothing was said. The silence was deafening. It wasn’t until he let out a shaky breath and looked to the floor, that his smile from before returned. When he looked back up to you he could see the pain and mixed emotions behind those empty eyes.

The same eyes that would look at him lovingly the nights the both of them spent in his bed together. The same eyes that told him countless times that they’d loved him more than words could describe. The same eyes that had touched his heart like no other person could. It hurt him to see that they were so empty and clouded now. A distant gaze that would have him dead if looks could kill.

“Its been a while hasn’t it? You’ve gotten taller..” but before he could continue on about the things that had changed about you, His cheek felt like it was on fire. You were standing directly in front of him in a split second, hand colliding with his face as dark purple serpent created of smoke and poison manifested behind you standing almost 12 feet tall.

but it only stood there unmoving no matter how many times you commanded it to attack. Your hand colliding with his cheek again in a fit of rage.

Before he could even react, your knee reached his abdomen in a striking kick to the gut. Hit after hit, you kept going until you could no longer hold onto the pure raw emotion that was going through your head. And for the first time in years, Your grunting turned into sobs, and sobs into screams.

You hit him until your last punch was nothing more that a slight push. You felt weak. Tears had been streaming down onto your shirt and they wouldn’t stop. Dazai spit some blood on the floor before turning his gaze to you again. You were facing the floor as your body shook and trembled with every sob that wracked through you.

“‘it’s been a while’? ‘ITS BEEN A WHILE’??! Really dazai?! That’s ALL you have to say? After what you put me through after you left!? After everything we did?? That’s all you have to say..?!?”.

Dazais heart felt like it was shattering. When you looked back up to him he saw your puffy red eyes and face. The pain from your assaults were nothing compared to the look you were giving him as salty tears rolled down your cheeks. He said nothing.

Even as the blood from his head dripped onto the floor between you both. In almost a second, the chains and cuffed that kept him against the wall were broken and before you knew what had happened he enveloped you in what was literally was a bone crushing embrace.

You screamed and hit at him in an attempt to push him off you which only made him hold onto you tighter. The serpent faded away with his touch and disappeared into the air. You eventually stopped hitting him as your knees felt too weak to hold your body up.

You both dropped to the floor. Dazai did not once letting his grip slack, even as he carried all your weight. He buried his face into your hair as he rocked you back and forth with each cry you let out.

It wasn’t until you slowly put your hands on his back did you feel his own tears fall onto your shoulder. “I’m so sorry... I’m so so sorry...” dazais voice was barely a whisper in your ear. “I loved you so much dazai... I loved you more than anything... why didn’t you take me with you...?” you gripped his coat as you continued to cry in his arms.

“I’m sorry...”

“The California sun and the movie stars”

“I watched the skies getting light as I write As I think about those years”

“As I whisper in your ear”

“I'm always going to be right here”

“No one's going anywhere..”

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cornbake · 4 years ago

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Shattered Pieces | Prologue

I normally don’t make posts on this blog but like I’m sad and I do what I want so fuck you. I am very upset about the final and the death of Mollymauk. At first I tried to keep everything cannon compliant but now I’m saying fuck it. I will say this one time and one time only. DO NOT tell me I am in denial, or anything among those lines. I do not need to hear that. Criticize the work all you want but if I see one person telling me or anyone that “Oh but we have Kingsly”, “You don’t need to write this it’s been fixed”, or “Stop crying it happen X amount of years ago” I do not want to see that. Bc A) no, fuck Kingsly. It might be because I am VERY emotional rn but no. Kingsly is not Mollymauk. I understand that coming out of what had happened would greatly effect a person but King? He’s an imposter in my eyes and I just can’t except that. Now as for the story. It’s on three platforms now. Here, Wattpad, and AO3. Wattpad and AO3 have all the chapters I have currently completed, as for Tumblr I will be rereading the chapters to proof read them before I upload them here. WARNING: This book contains. Spoilers for the Second Critical Role Campaign, Violence, Swearing, Death, Me venting, and other things which will be stated when need be. ____________________________________________________________ This darkness was comforting, it was similar to a dreamless slumber, yet, he knew he wasn't asleep. Sleep wasn't this... permanent. It wasn't this cold, wasn't this... lonely. Although, it seemed oddly familiar to him; as if this wasn't the first time this had happened. It confused him, he couldn't seem to understand what was happening or what was going on. In fact, he couldn't seem to remember... Who was he? Where was he? Why was he here? Where was here? He had to pause as all the thoughts were straining and were starting to give him a slight headache. He tried to calm himself as to subdue the oncoming growing ache yet he couldn't seem to move. Or breathe for that matter. He began to become overwhelmed and freak out by this situation. He looked around and tried to desperately cry out. Nothing seemed to change. He was simply a conscious mind floating within this forever abyss of darkness. He was powerless to this world without any knowledge of time or state of being. He wanted out of this dreamless sleep, he wanted to think again. To remember who he was, to remember anything about him. Who was he? He looked around him, the darkness consuming him slowly, he could feel himself slipping away into the unknown. He wanted something different than what the void was claiming as its own. Memories. He wanted to remember. He wanted to know how he got here. He let his mind wander, yet no matter where it went it would hit a dead end. Nothing he did was getting him closer to understanding what was happening, or why it was happening. He wanted it to stop and be free. The more he let his mind wander, the more he became frustrated and more he yearned to be freed from this prison he was confined to. He snarled and growled, if he had a body he would be thrashing and throwing a tantrum. He didn't want to give up, something was telling him not to. Yet all the signs pointed to him being stuck here for as long as the clockless time ticked away. He had stopped. Stopped thinking and thrashing his bodiless form. The headache returned to his mind which had been the cause of him stopping his search. He quieted his mind and just let the silences of the black void slowly take him. It was consuming, and that frightened him. He didn't want to let the darkness take him, he knew that would be counterproductive to what he wanted in his reach, whatever that might be. He listened to the emptiness around him, until he heard a noise. One outside of his constant thoughts. He perked up upon experiencing something new. He stayed quiet once more to listen. CAW! There it was again! His headache started to kick up again. He was headed in the right direction...Finally a way out of this mess...He tried to reach out towards the noise and call back to it. Nothing...His mind ached as his longing grew. The pain almost becoming unbearable, but he knew it was worth it when he spotted something different from the eternal darkness. A faint glow of red. It was subtle and he almost overlooked it in his reach for the noise that was now nowhere to be heard. He started to make his way over to the light. The closer he got the brighter the little glow got. His senses started to return, he could hear the pounding of bare feet, the heavy breathing of a man, the wind passing him as he ran, closer and closer. He reached out to grab the source of light, he could see an arm, reaching where he would be reaching. It was bare, it shown red with the light but he could make out its original color to be a lavender purple. He reached further still, strings of what he could now make out to be hair flew in his face. He took his outreached hand and moved them out of the way. He could feel pointed ears poke out and he felt hard forces growing out of the top of his head. He ran further still, not giving up. He got closer yet fell face flat into the ground as he tripped over something. He rolled to his back to see a long thin limb being formed, he watched it grow for a little before picking himself up and dashing after the only source of light he had. He was determined to reach it, he had to reach it. The sound of jingling reach his ears and he felt chains hang from his horns and ears, as the cloths on him slightly clinging as well. His body begins to sting as he watched his arms come to life with ink. He watched as a serpent coiled around one of his arms as its eye glowed red. He could feel every detail of the ink being placed onto his body. He couldn't tell what they were or their meaning but he didn't have time to dwell on it. The next stinging pain was different, it wasn't like the ink lines that now decorated his purple skin. It was a sharp, painful, sting, and it didn't leave. He felt another one cut into him, he winced and staggered to a halt. He reached a hand up to feel where the pain had came from only to feel a hot liquid oozing out of the sharp gash in his skin, he looked at his hand and saw dark crimson. Blood. He looked to the fading light and quicken his pace from before, his time was running out. He felt the sharp cuts slice into his flesh even more now, some more deadly than others yet those seemed to fade after a while. He was almost at the light with his arm outreached once more when he felt one final pain. It came from his chest and was by far the worst pain he had felt out of the lot of them. He fell, his eyes falling half-lidded as he did, he couldn't see what was going on, all he could sense was the white-hot pain that emanated from his chest. He was limp as the world slowed for him, his outstretched hand in reach for the blight yet dimly lit object, his eyes closed shut as he readied himself to get pulled into the darkness once more. When he felt it. A mostly smooth stone. He could feel the cracks from the bottom of the object and the slight warmth it gave off as he held it. He felt at peace, as he curled around the object the pain slowly faded. He had done it. He won.... ??? Male Tiefling Blood Hunter 5 1/59 HP Next>>

#shattered pieces #critical role mollymauk #mollymauk #mollymauk tealeaf #critical role #fanfic

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hansoulo · 5 years ago

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ain’t it a gentle sound (the rolling in the graves) - pt. 1

Pairing: Horacio Carrillo/f!Reader

Warnings: cursing, mentions of canon-typical violence and blood, dead spouses, general yearning, grief and ANGST (y’all already know what’s up idk why i bother)

Word Count: 1.4k

Request: “we’re not just friends and you fucking know it” - anonymous

A/N: okay so i didn’t actually include the prompt in this BUT i’m making it multiple parts so don’t worry i have plans

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You could hear Carrillo pacing. Always pacing. In his room, in the hallways, heavy steps on hardwood that make you want to leave your bed and ask him what he’s trying to walk away from. You could hear the baby, too, almost a year old, crying out for a mother that wasn’t there. It was a hollow sort of sound.

But tonight you couldn’t hear anything. The complex was quiet, damp with the evening heat as you sat outside your front door and stared down at a creased polaroid. Traffic lights caught on the metal of your old wedding ring, still squeezing your finger despite the fact that you weren’t technically married anymore. Marriage to a dead general didn’t hold much weight in court, but they at least had the decency to put you in a guarded neighborhood. A small condolence, you supposed, a half-assed apology for the body (what was left of it) that you saw eight months prior. Or maybe they just didn’t want to deal with the chances of you being kidnapped again. Either way, you got an apartment. You didn’t say anything about it being nearly a half-hour from the hospital where you worked. A bodyguard and a long commute was better than getting shot. At least, it should be.

You didn’t work today, though. You couldn’t do anything today except drag yourself out of your twin bed and make a shitty cup of coffee. Try not to look at the date in your pocket calendar that you’d marked in blue pen, surrounded by hearts and exclamation points and capital letters. Four year anniversary, don’t forget! That was a laugh. You couldn’t forget now if tried.

The picture was crumpled in your hand, folded over with faded edges and stained from one too many cycles in the dryer. You could still make out your face though, kissing a stubbled cheek with your left hand towards the camera, a small diamond glittering in flash-bulb. It was bad for you, you knew it, but you let yourself sink into the memory for a while, ignore the sound of cars and sirens and the feeling of brick against your back. You hadn’t realized your eyes were closed until they shot open again, disturbed by the sound of footsteps.

A man came into view soon after and you let out a breath, relieved. It was just Carrillo, your neighbor. The man who paced and whose mother came over to watch his baby daughter and who woke up at night screaming. Strange, how much you knew about him when you’d never really had a conversation. Passing pleasantries when you moved in, a few hellos and goodbyes. You didn’t know a thing about him but at the same time, you knew everything.

You also knew that he was covered in blood.

Standing up quickly from the floor, you stepped towards him and waved, not knowing if you should say anything about the gun still in his hand and the way his shirt smelled like copper. As he came closer, you stuffed the picture in your back pocket. Carrillo’s eyes were blank, but his jaw was set in a hard line that only just softened when he caught sight of you.

“Are you okay?” you asked, moving to the side to let him reach his door. A nod, with gritted teeth and curled hands. The rational part of you knew you should probably leave him alone, you’d heard things about him, about what he’d done. But the side of you that stitched up bullet wounds and started heartbeats couldn’t help but be concerned. He turned away from you, your cue to leave, but you just rested your shoulder against the wall and watched him, your eyes following as he struggled to bring out his house keys. His hands were shaking.

“Here, let me,” you said, brushing off Carrillo’s objections. When you opened the door and handed back his keys, your fingertips were stained red. When he thanked you, you shook your head, still standing in his foyer. “Don’t mention it,” you said and you looked back down at his hands. His knuckles were cracked, raw and blooming the color of the night air, but you knew better than to mention anything. Ask him no questions and he will tell you no lies, you thought.

You walked back to your apartment and came back a few minutes later, holding a bowl of warm water and a first-aid bag. Carrillo seemed surprised at the sight, a near-stranger in his kitchen tearing bandages with her teeth, but if he wanted you to leave he didn’t say so. He just leaned against his counter, his breathing ragged, and watched as you reached for him.

“I’m alright, you really don’t need to-”

“Relax, I’m an RN,” you said and his eyebrows raised again, “Really, I am. I doubt you could do this by yourself, anyway.”

The blood on Carrillo’s shirt, as it turned out, was not his. This was both relieving and terrifying, so you tried to only focus on being gentle with the bleeding seams on his knuckles. It wouldn’t do well to think about what his handgun, now resting on his kitchen table, had done before you saw him. You talked to keep your mind occupied, your hands acting on autopilot. “Where’s your daughter?” you said, sparing a glance up at him.

“She’s uh- She’s at my mother’s. Don’t like her around when I…” He grew quiet again. You nodded, doing your best to look comforting.

“Yeah, I get it,” and with that you gave him a gentle smile. You’ve missed the weight of a man’s hands, as unfamiliar and bloody as they are. You’d almost forgotten the feeling. It had been, what, almost a year now? Funny, how time seems to slow when you’ve got nowhere to go and no one to share it with.

When you got up, done bandaging his split knuckles, you let yourself brush your hands across Carrillo’s arms. You spend the rest of the night hating yourself for it.

——

A few nights later and he was pacing again, this time in the hallway. You could hear the baby crying, desperate and high-pitched, and you stepped to open your front door. You didn’t sleep most nights, anyway.

Carrillo turned his head at the sound of your doorknob, silently mouthing an apology as he looked at your pajamas and ruffled hair. “It’s fine,” you whispered and you smiled, looking down at his daughter.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you asked and he shook his head, his shoulders heavy. The bags under his eyes were deeper, colored like bruises. You reached for the baby.

“Can I?” you asked, and he nodded, letting you take her from his arms to rest her on your chest. Rocking on your feet, you pressed a kiss to her hair and rubbed circles into her back, remembering all the parenting books that had littered your coffee table when you were still optimistic. She fell asleep within minutes and you wanted to be proud, but all you could feel was bitterness. You stroked at the back of her head, soothing when she began to stir against your breasts.

“How did you do that?” he questioned, exhausted.

“I like kids,” you shrugged, looking down at his sleeping daughter and moving towards his door. Carrillo’s brows furrowed.

“But you don’t have any,” he observed, his voice quiet. You shook your head.

“No, my husband-” you tried to give a small smile, “My husband and I were trying for a long time, but-” Then he was shot to hell and got a machete upside the head, so it didn’t really work out. You bit your tongue.

He cleared his throat and stepped forward. “Thank you,” he said, his expression earnest.

“It’s no problem,” you said, noticing the worried expression on his face as the baby stirred. “I can set her down, if you want?” and Carrillo nodded, relieved. Pointing you towards the nursery, he led you through his apartment and watched as you set her down in her crib, smoothing a hand across her stomach when her arms reached out for you.

Righting yourself, you stood up. “She’s a sweet kid,” you observed, “I bet she looks like her mother.”

You regret the words as soon as they escape you, knowing from the gossip of police wives that she had died giving birth to his daughter. Hurried, whispered sentences fell from your mouth as you attempted to apologize. “I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to-” and he quieted you, a sad smile on his lips.

“It’s okay,” he assured, “She does.”

That’s all you got out of him before he walked you back to your apartment, trying not to dwell on the way his hand felt on the dip of your lower back.

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oikawasbread · 5 years ago

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hello!! omg :( may i get 10 + akaashi for the promptlist?? hopefully something with fluff, i don't think i can take angst at all rn HAHA

“I need you to tell me that I’m a good person.’’

I RECOMMEND THIS SONG only if u want to, ofc

AKAASHI KEIJI x READER - PERSPECTIVE [angst - fluff]

I am sorry bb!!! i couldn’t help to add some angsty parts; but dw everything ends on a fluffy note <3

letsgooo

You’ve been raised like this.

“ You’re not going to become anything with that attitude.” “ Your personality is going to get you nowhere.” “ Why are you even so rude, you know we are right. “

So you started to actually believe it. You were a bad person. You were mean, rude, you “didn’t care” about anything. It looked like you were also selfish. But those things didn’t surprise you anymore; of course it hurt; but it was nothing new. You are saying your opinion? “Stop being like this.” You are not allowing someone to do something to you? “Mean.” You dare to stand up for yourself? “Quit the attitude”.

“Your friends have noticed your anger issues, your mood swings; but apparently you didn’t need help, you needed to be told the truth : that you should not be so rude and scary”

You were waiting for some new insults, new reproaches.

almost ready to give up.

“What college are you going to apply after high school?” “I don’t really know.. dad. I was thinking about a medical college. You know, since I’m pretty good at c-“ “Since you’re pretty good? Do you think ‘pretty good’ is enough?” “Dad, I am good at chemistry and biology; of course there’s kids out there way better than me. But I still have 2 years to improve.” “Yeah, this is what you’ve been saying since last year. And here you are, still being ‘pretty good’ and not ‘the best’.” “Honestly, yes Y/n. You’re never doing anything. You’re never helping me around the house, you haven’t opened a book since this holiday started, and you wanna get better? How are you planning on doing that?” “What does that even mean? I’ve been buried in papers, school work and books for the final exam all this month. I am on 2nd place in class and I’ve been helping you with everything you asked me.” “Shut it, we’re eating right now. Stop with this discussion.” “I’m not the one who started it.” This was enough. To shut it? They are the ones who started talking about this whole topic. “See, y/n? Even you admitted it. You’re on 2nd place, so that means you’re not the best.” “Can YOU do what I’m doing? Learn all this new information while having zoom classes, helping around the house and taking care of the dog. Because by the way, I’m the one who-“

your ears were burning after your dad’s hand made contact with the left half of your face.

you couldn’t even see clearly because of the tears;the heartache started to become physical pain; you could literally feel your heart breaking. “See? This attitude of yours will stop you from doing anything and you’ll only get to lose because of it. You could’ve chose to be a good daughter and shut up instead of questioning me and your mother.”

this was clearly the drop that filled the glass

You ran upstairs and locked yourself in your room. The worst time to cry is when you have to hide it. You were shoving your head into the pillow, trying to stop your screams of frustration. When was this going to end? Why you? You tried your best but it still wasn’t enough; you did everything everyone wanted but you still weren’t a good person. Were they considering themselves good people? Your parents, your friends, your classmates. It was all about perspective; wasn’t it?

Or probably not. Maybe you actually were a bad person who was trying to convince herself that it isn’t true, since you were the only one who had this point of view.

You had to see someone, you needed to. But from the endless contact list you had, there was no one who could tell you what you needed to hear.

Until you saw his name : Akaashi Keiji.

The quiet boy who was sitting behind you at school, the one who never talked to you but somehow you had his number; probably from the class gc. You weren’t sure if he had yours saved. But that was the whole point; you never spoke to each other, so he didn’t knew you. Maybe if he sees you in this situation and hears the whole thing, he will tell you what you needed to hear, he will reassure you. Even if it was because you pitied him and he wanted to get rid of you faster, it didn’t matter.

So you pressed “call”.

“Hello?”

“Hi.. I’m sorry to bother you. I just..”

¬ you just what? are you going to tell him : “Hi Akaashi, I have serious issues at home, can we talk about it even though all you know about me is my name?” or maybe “Hey Akaashi, can we meet ? I promise I’m not a serial killer.”

“You just what… Y/n?” you snapped “Oh.. you have my number?” “Well, yeah.. From the class group chat. And I suppose you have mine.” “Yeah, I just wanted to..”

and you get trapped again in your thoughts, but his voice brings you back

“Can we maybe meet up? I can clearly see that you can’t tell me over the phone, whatever the issue might be. Maybe face to face you will be able to find your words.” “Oh shoot. I mean, yeah, I’ll meet you downtown in 15!” “Alright, goodbye Y/n.” “See you, Akaashi.” ¬was this actually happening?

The 15 minutes had finally passed and you saw him on a bench, waiting for you. You almost forgot about the reason you called him when you noticed how pretty was Akaashi in the moonlight. Akaashi was an observant man so it hasn’t passed much time until he noticed your red and puffy eyes, a subtle mark on your face, your pink nose and your dry lips. Your eyes were shining and he felt so bad for thinking that you’re beautiful after something awful probably happened to you.

“I’m sorry. You probably had better things to do.”

“Well, I mean, we don’t know each other that well. Of course I had better things to do since we’ve never talked before, but my feet dragged me here. And my brain wasn’t the one who told you that I wanna meet up with you. I don’t know why I did that.” He watches your bright expression fade away and being replaced by a disappointed one. He didn’t mean it to sound like he didn’t wanna be here.

“From all you know, I could actually be a murderer.” he lets out a subtle smile after finishing the sentence and you can’t help but to smile as well, even though your smile is not that subtle as his but it makes him proud of himself.

There’s was a chaotic silence and you weren’t making any visual contact, but instead you were stargazing. You never actually noticed how bright the sky was at night. It wasn’t that bright, like during the day, making your eyes hurt when you look at it; it was a peaceful light.

You were analyzing the stars; but Akaashi was analyzing the most beautiful one, who was standing next to him.

He couldn’t help but let his thoughts wonder: was it a problem with your parents? maybe you had some bullies? worse; an abusive boyfriend? He comes back to reality when he notices that you’re open your mouth, wanting to say something. “Can you help me become a better person?”

But.. what makes you think you aren’t a good person, Y/n? Who told you that you need to change? he was wondering.You look slightly over your shoulder just to see him with his mouth a bit open, with a surprised expression.

“Well, Akaashi? Are you the one with no words right now?” “No, Y/n. But why would you do that?” “You mean, why do I wanna become a good person?” “No, I mean, why would you change something about yourself? What makes you think you are a bad person?”

You were the shocked one right now. I mean, he saw you as a good person? He doesn’t think you are mean? He doesn’t have a bad impression about your sudden crying at school and your anger issues?

“What do you mean? You don’t know me outside of the school, you only know me as a classmate. Have you not seen the way I act in class? Have you not heard everyone’s opinions? That I am-“

“I mean yeah, I did. But do I look like the type of person who follows the herd? Am I not allowed to my own opinion, Y/n?”

“Of course you are.” you feel bad for almost yelling at him. His eyes looked sad. “Standing right behind you for such a long time made me know you without even realising it. I’ve noticed so many little details about you, and please don’t think of me as a pervert or something. But you were in front of me everyday so- “Calm down, Akaashi. I won’t.” you say laughing, unable to stop. He was cute getting flustered over the thought that you may get him wrong.

“I am calm, Y/n.. but, why do you wanna change something about you, after all?” then everything comes back to you; the sound of your dad shouting at you, then the slap; the insults from your friends; so you shed a tear ¬

Akaashi is actually worried now; he notices again the mark on your face so he builds up the courage to ask you what happened.

“Akaashi, please. I know I can be angry and mean for no reason at all sometimes, I know I may not be the best person. But tell me that I am a good person. I need you to tell me that despite all that, I am actually a good friend, a good daughter, a good person overall. Because I need this, you have to reassure me or I might give up on being good for real, and be exactly like how they are picturing me to be.”

He is processing every word you’re saying and his heart breaks; why did you have such a bad impression about yourself? “Y/n.. You know I just told you that staying behind you made me realise so many things about you. Even if we haven’t talked, it feels like we are actually good friends, because I’ve seen you crying during class, burying your head in your backpack thinking no one notices. I’ve seen you being so proud of youself after passing a test that most of the class had failed; because in the next second you would message your parents letting them know; I’ve seen how affected you are by our classmates’ harsh words. Trust me, your anger issues aren’t that big of a problem. You have nothing on Bokuto’s emo mode.” There’s the smile he’s been wanting to see again. “The conclusion is that I can clearly see the fact that you’re not just a good person; but a blessing in your parents’ and friends’ lives. And if they don’t appreciate you, it’s their loss. Even if we never spoke until tonight, I felt somehow close to you.” “So.. after all, I am a good person?” your eyes can’t meet his because you know you’ll burst out crying. But he was the first person to make you cry tears of joy. You needed this so much, you wanna feel this sensation more often ; the feeling of someone having faith in you and not wanting you to be the best out of everyone, but the best version of yourself. “Of course you’re not. You’re actually hilarious when you’re angry. I am used to sudden mood swings, trust me. Maybe you just hadn’t met the right people.”

And you knew he was right. It actually was just about perspective. You may look like the bad guy, but in someone else’s story, you are a good person. From someone else’s point of view, you are actually the best. You just need to meet the people who will understand you and will immediately shape a connection with you;

¬ it is all about perspective and being in the right place, with the right people.

omg this came out way longer than I wanted it to be but it kinda helped me getting my emotions out? I really really hope you like it bb!!:’( I still have second thoughts about it.

- Riley

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x scenario #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x yn #daily haiku #oneshot #angst #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi fluff #hq akaashi #akaashi oneshot #akaashi x you #akaashi scenarios #fluff

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archonssun · 5 years ago

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Huntin’ For Your Touch

Your timing was impeccable nonnie. I’m so stuck on my other stories rn 😭 Also, cuz I’m a slut for angst, this is gonna get sad...😈

Huntin’ For Your Touch

WC: 1763

Prompto didn’t get it. Whenever he was around Cindy, he’d be a bumbling mess, but around you ... he almost felt normal. He didn’t stumble over his words, he didn’t make a fool of himself. But in a way, speaking with you was more nerve-wracking than speaking with Cindy. You were a hunter, after all, and you’d have no problem kicking his scrawny ass.

Maybe that’s why he never told you. Maybe that’s why he’ll never get the chance to.

***

When he first met you, it was during their trip to Altissia, shortly after the fall of Insomnia. When they had met Cor at Keycatrich Trench, you had been there, standing at the Immortal’s side. More than anything, the gunman was curious who you were -- you didn’t look like a member of the Crownsguard, but you weren’t just some random civilian, either, if the weapons strapped to your sides were anything to go by. It wasn’t until the boys, Cor, and Monica took down the Imperial blockade that he learned you were a relative of the Immortal.

“Hey, um, not to be rude or anything, but who are you?” Prompto approached you cautiously. As he got closer, he noticed a small scar running across the bridge of your nose. It was faint; he hadn’t noticed it when he first saw you because it was so faded. It must’ve been pretty old.

“(Y/n),” you responded, giving the blond a quick once over before going back to maintaining your short swords. “And you’re not being rude, Prompto. It’s natural to be curious about a stranger.”

“How do you know my name?” his blue-violet eyes narrowed on you for a split second. Heaving a sigh, you placed your swords off to the side and directed your attention to him.

“Cor talks about you a lot, y’know,” you answered. You took in his reaction -- his brows furrowing and his face scrunching in confusion -- before you continued. “He thinks of you like a son. He’s proud of you.”

Prouder than me, at least. That’s what your expression said, and the gunslinger frowned -- not something he did too often. But he didn’t get the chance to say anything as you grabbed your weapons and walked away.

Prompto swore he heard you sniff.

***

The next time he saw you was in Old Lestallum. You had joined Dave on his hunt for dog tags. At that time, you had gained more scars across your hands and one that split your lower lip. Considering it had only been a few weeks -- a month, at most -- since you had last seen one another, Prompto couldn’t help but wonder what the older hunter was having you do.

“Dave,” you had called for the older man as soon as you had seen the Regalia pull into the small town. It wasn’t all too long after that that you were joining the four men in their search for some missing tags.

That day happened to be when Prompto realized something: he cared for you, deeply. In a more than platonic way.

That also happened to be the day that you were seriously injured while protecting Noctis.

“Noctis!” your shout rang across the battlefield. It had caught Prompto’s attention immediately, and when he turned he saw a Magitek Assassin charging his best friend. For his name’s meaning, Prompto wasn’t ready at all. Noct was in stasis after having defeated multiple assassins at once, and he could barely move. He was just a second too slow to raise his gun, and it only took that single second.

Prompto watched as you collapsed to your knees, a short sword jammed through the assassin that had targeted Noct. But what made his blood run cold was the blade sticking out of your back. He could only be a bystander as the assassin disintegrated, it’s blade staying where you had been impaled -- just below your right collarbone. His hands started shaking, his gun dematerializing as Ignis and Gladio rushed to their king’s side, as well as yours.

You were a hunter. You hadn’t taken an oath to protect him, yet you had risked your life for Noct. It was enough to shake each of the men to their cores, seeing someone that was basically a complete stranger try to protect the Lucian heir.

It was Prompto’s job to call Cor, to tell him what had happened. It wasn’t even a few hours later that the Immortal was in Lestallum, clutching your hand as fear made itself known on his face. In all the time Prompto had known the marshall, not once could he remember him looking so distraught -- especially over the possibility of someone dying.

Prompto learned another thing that day; he learned just how closely you and Cor were related.

“Please, (Y/n),” Cor’s voice trembled as he grasped at your cold hands. “You can’t leave me, too.”

Prompto stood off to the corner of the room, guilt weighing heavily in his heart.

If I had just been two seconds faster, then--

“D-Dad…?” voice crackling, your (e/c) hues met Cor’s, fear evident in them. The marshall’s grip tightened around your hand in response, trying to calm you. Tears welled in your eyes at the sight of the man and you turned onto your side as you sobbed. “Dad…”

***

After that, Prompto didn’t see you until the darkness had already set in. And when you saw Noct wasn’t with the retinue when they came back, it was Prompto that had cried with you.

Since you had almost died protecting the prince, you had grown close to each of them, but with Noct in particular. He seemed like a brother to you, and the fact that he hadn’t come home from Gralea broke you.

Not that you had been overly cheerful before they had left, you became a husk, only doing what was needed to survive and nothing more. And Prompto was with you the whole way, trying to make you smile. Or at least make you forget, for even a second, that Noct was gone. It was really for the both of you -- Prompto missed the prince more than anyone else. He hadn’t just lost a king back in Gralea, he had lost his best friend.

***

You and Prompto had grown close over the past seven years. There wasn’t a single day that you two went without one another. You two had become each other’s crutch in the absence of Noctis.

You had both changed in that time. Where once you had had long (h/c) hair, you had to cut it because of the absurd number of hunts you’d go on on a daily basis -- and washing daemons guts from long hair was a less than enjoyable affair. Prompto had done something similar, cutting back the fringe that used to fall in front of his right eye when he was twenty. Like every other hunter alive, you two looked tired, and neither of you could remember the last time you had gotten any real sleep.

Currently, you were sitting in the plastic patio furniture in front of the caravan in Hammerhead, trying to get any sleep your body would allow. You had just come back from a particularly nasty hunt that left you more exhausted than it should have. Just as you had begun to get comfy, a sound had you alert once more.

You shot up from your chair, head swivelling as you tried to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. But it proved difficult; even after relocating several times, you couldn’t determine its origin. It was only because you had thrown your head back in frustration that you saw Prompto sitting on the roof of the caravan. Your brows knitted together as they met his form. One leg was pulled into his chest while the other dangled off the caravan, and his head was buried in his arms.

Had it been any darker, you never would have seen the slight tremor in the blond’s shoulders. Worried for your partner, you were quick to scale the trailer and sit next to the man that had become an unlikely friend.

“Prompto, you good?” At your voice, Prompto’s body tensed. You were sure of it now; the man had been crying. He sniffled, rubbing at his eyes before meeting yours. He gave you a smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Yeah. I’m fine, don’t worry,” he said. He yelped when you pinched at his ear, tugging slightly.

“Bullshit,” you seethed. On more than one occasion, you had found the usually happy-go-lucky blond crying, and each time he had brushed off your concerns. But you wouldn’t let him, not this time. “I’ve known you far too long for that smile to work on me. You need to focus, Prompto. We have a hunt in a few hours, and I don’t want either of us getting hurt because you were stuck inside your head.”

Your words had come out harsher than intended, and you regretted it immediately when the blond’s face fell. You quickly replaced your scowl with a frown and cupped his face in your hands.

“You’ve always helped me out. Why won’t you let me help you?” you whispered, watching as his eyes went wide and his face turned red. “At least, let me try to help you? Please?”

Prompto nodded slowly, and your lips turned upwards slightly.

“What can I do, Prom?” It was the first time you had given him a nickname in the seven years you had known him, and he was shell-shocked. Your smile fell as you watched him, waiting for a response.

It was quick, and it left you wondering just how long he had wanted to do it. His gloved hands pulled your face to his, pressing his chapped lips to yours.

“Just stay with me? Please?” his voice was small, quieter than a whisper as he pleaded with you.

“Always.”

***

“Prom.” You could barely speak, the pain becoming too much. Your body shook like a leaf as you coughed, and Prompto was quick to pull you into his arms, pressing a hand to your bloodied side.

“C’mon, (Y/n). Stay awake, please.” Tears spilled from his blue-violet eyes, landing on your cheek. “Just stay awake for a bit longer. You’ll be fine.”

Hand shaking, you reached up to touch his cheek, giving him a sad smile. Your fingers carded through the blond strands before your palm settled on his cheek.

“Don’t stop, Prom,” you wheezed. “Don’t look back. Noct will need you when he gets back. Keep pushing forward, and everything will be okay.”

#request time #prompto x reader #ffxv #reader insert #female reader #ffxv x reader

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minbbyyoongi · 6 years ago

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Sickeningly Sweet (Bang Chan VampireAU!

Stray Kids Bang Chan Vampire AU!

summary: You were born to a single mother who you knew very little about. She worked a lot and was always gone before you woke up. You meet a vampire friend of your mothers who is set out to protect you. You find out you’re a Pureblood Vampire, and your time is coming

No warnings rn but the next part will be smut almost for sure lol :)

PART 1

You were 7 when you first saw him. One second you were holding hands with your mother walking through the busy streets of New York and the next you were alone, being pushed in every direction. You made your way through the crowds and stood on the side of the street against a little shop, cornering an alley. You were starting to look in every direction for your mom when hands slipped over your mouth and waist. Whoever it was held your arms against your side with a bruising strength and no matter how much you struggled, he didn’t budge. You watched the entrance of the alleyway get farther and farther away as the man carried you in deeper.

“You smell delicious, darling.”

The man moved to hold your hands behind your back with one of his and he turned you to face him. You were shaking and you could feel tears well up in your eyes. He leaned forward and sniffed up your collarbone to your neck.

Within a second he was on the ground, a pale blonde man standing over the two of you. He looked unreal. The blood red pupils over the stark white of his eyes made it seem like they were glowing, bringing an eery red hue to surround him.

“If you touch her again, I won’t be so gentle. Feeding on kids? You’re disgusting. Get out of my sight, now!”

Your savior wasn’t yelling but his voice was aggressive and demanding. The other man scrambled out from under the blonde mans gaze and almost disappeared in the blink of an eye.

“Let’s go.”

He used the same, dominant tone and reached a hand out to you without looking down. You didn’t know what else to do so you grabbed his finger and immediately you felt yourself get swept up into his grip and it felt like you were on a rollercoaster. When the feelings faded you were balled up in this mans arms hanging on for dear life.

“Go inside, call your mother. Tell her you’re safe at home and you’ll be okay alone. Tell her Chan’s got it covered.”

You stared at the man with wide eyes and a blank expression.

“Are you Chan?”

Your voice was little and weak, you sounded terrified and the vampire before you took notice.

“My name is Christopher Bangchan, you can call me whatever you’d like doll.”

He smiled awkwardly at the end of his sentence and you giggled.

“Chris, thank you for saving me.”

You shuddered at the memory that popped into your head at that statement and Bangchan put a hand on your shoulder.

“Forget about it kid, and don’t worry. Ill be out here to protect you until your mother returns.”

He nodded and slightly pushed you towards the house, disappearing from your view as you walked in the front door. You locked it behind you and called your mom.

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The next time you saw him you were 15. Your friends had gotten together and were going to a big party. They convinced you to sneak out and join them, so after your mom fell asleep, you shimmied out of your bedroom window on the second floor and walked to the edge of the roof. Below you, your friends stood holding their hands up to catch your legs and help you down. Once safely on the grass, you took off running in the direction of the trail in the woods.

“Party’s this way!”

You giggled and kept running, hearing your friends behind you. Wearing a plaid miniskirt, a white crop top and a pair of white knee high boots, running was a bit difficult. Your best friend ran past you and stuck out her tongue on your right, then two more of your friends passed by your left.

You felt gushes of wind blow past you as if someone was running by, but you couldn’t see the edges of the trail anymore, your surroundings blurring into a green mess. Putting your hands over your ears and squeezing your eyes, you yelled. Screamed and begged for your friends to come back.

When you opened your eyes, you were laying on your back and your friends stood in a circle over you. Past them, you thought you saw figures perched in the trees, watching you. You blinked the thought away and sat up. After having to reassure your group multiple times that your were fine, you guys continued to walk towards the sound of music.

After reaching the house, you and your best friend went shot for shot with the two star football players of your high school. Seeing as you two were tiny school girls you became quite drunk very fast. You swore you could see a flash of red cross Seungri’s eyes as he tossed another vodka shot back and stared at you. You shook your head and excused yourself to the bathroom. Head spinning, you made your way through the house and into the small guest restroom.

Splashing water on your face you decided it would be best to leave, you’d been here drinking straight vodka for over an hour now and were starting to feel woozy. You wiped your face off and left the room, making a beeline for the front door. No one was out front except a girl two grades above you, with wild red hair and beautiful skin, smoking a joint. She looked up at you and nodded, familiar red flashing through her gaze. You turned back forward and started almost running, back in the direction of the trail you knew all too well.

There, standing at the entrance of the trail, was the girl from the front porch. She smirked and you could see fangs poking out of her red painted lips.

“Where do you think you’re going sugar? I smell something sweet.”

Her voice sent chills down your spine as you tried to take off running past her. Her hand gripped into your bicep and you felt her nails dig into your skin. She was strong, almost impossibly strong.

“Mhmm you’re staying with me tonight, treat.”

Struggling was useless, her death grip on your arm now drawing blood. You slumped down and growled, staring up at her with a glare. Her gaze was fixed on your arm, warm, red blood running over her fingers and down your forearm. She used her other hand to swipe some of it off of her nail and she licked it, closing her eyes for a second.

“Let her go now or you’re going to regret it, Jennie.”

She opened her eyes and rolled them, sighing and popping her finger out of her mouth.

“Awe Channie, coming to try and steal my dinner?”

She laughed at him and dug her nails deeper into your arm, pushing more blood out and over her hand.

“She’s mine. Back off.”

Jennie locked eyes with Chan for a moment and saw it in his eyes that he wasn’t kidding and she wouldn’t win this. Her hold loosened, and then disappeared. She forced you to look her in the eyes as she sucked your blood off her fingers and smirked, wiping a bit of it on your cheek.

“Don’t let me find you alone again, sweetheart.”

You ran to Bangchan’s side and hid in his coat. Even through all of the commotion, you were still a good few too many vodka shots deep and felt like you couldn’t stand. He wrapped his arms around you for a moment and breathed in. He let out a low, deep growl and stepped back from you. Digging in his pocket, he grumbled to you.

“We need to wrap your arm. Let me.”

He kneeled down and rested your arm on his shoulder, firstly wiping off the blood that had dropped out and around your wounds. He then did something you didn’t expect, he leaned forward and licked up your bicep, covering each mark with his tongue before moving on. It burned for a moment each time, but only bad enough for your grip on his shoulder to tighten. When he pulled back, the wounds were gone, replaced by thin white lines in the shape of crescent moons.

“I guess I have some explaining to do..”

Bangchan was still sitting in front of you, one hand resting on your forearm and the other on your waist. He looked up at you and you could feel his burning gaze as you studied him. How? He hadn’t changed a single bit since the first memory you have of him from all those years ago.

“So.. you’re a.. vampire?”

He sighed. It wasn’t that he didn’t expect your question, he just didn’t expect you to be so straightforward about it.

“Yes. But not the dumb shit they put in your movies. We don’t turn into bats, we don’t sparkle. We can be in sunlight and eat garlic, we just have to moderate certain things. I know it’s a lot so don’t feel like you need to take it all in at once.”

Chan didn’t take a single breathe till you finally met eyes with him. Then, you started crying. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know what he did to cause such a reaction. But you were drunk, and therefore emotional.

“T-thank you for t-telling m-me, I’m s-so sorry you h-have to live like t-that.”

You threw yourself around him and cried. Chan was taken back, surprised your tears were due to his own possible situation. Sure, at first being a vampire and having to feed on humans blood and outliving everyone you meet kinda sucks, but it’s not the worst thing ever. You get used to it and years turn into days after some point.

“Hey hey, it’s okay. It’s not really a bad thing I just move around a lot and live.. forever.. it’s really not a huge deal i hate for you to be so upset over me..”

You looked up at him with wet eyes and blinked. You wiped your face, and shivered. It was snowing, and your crop top and mini skirt weren’t fit for the winter outdoors. Chan noticed and immediately was wrapping his jacket around your shoulders.

“You’re drunk, I take it (y/mom/n) wouldn’t be happy with you stumbling in at this hour blasted. I’ll shoot her a text and tell her i got you and you’re safe, okay? You’re safe with me y/n, you don’t have to worry.”

You weren’t in a position to argue, Your mother would have you by the throat if you walked in the door in your current position.

“I-I trust you Bangchan. I have a question though.”

He grabbed your hand and turned your body towards him.

“Give me a moment to get us home and warmed up inside my place and i’ll tell you anything you’d like.”

He swooped you up into his arms, even though you weren’t 7 anymore, your frame still fit very snug against his. He towered over you by at least a foot and lifted and carried you around like it was nothing. Once he had his arms wrapped tightly around you, he took a moment to look at your face, how you’ve grown over the past few years he wasn’t guarding you for your mother.

“Are you ready? You might want to tuck your head down, it’ll definitely be windy.”

He smiled at you and you returned the gesture before slipping your head between his chest and your own. The trip felt the same as you remembered from all those years ago, like a super windy rollercoaster. When he came to a stop, you lifted your head and realized you were on top of a building somewhere in the city.

It was beautiful up here, you could see all the other rooftops that stretched out over the concrete jungle, you could see the city lights that decorated all the trees and city center for the upcoming christmas holiday. You stepped out of Chan’s grip and towards the edge of the roof. Looking down, you could see cars driving in all directions, blinkers and horns going off at every corner.

Focusing in on where you heard the last car horn, you leaned forward a bit to hear people shouting. Trying to catch what they were saying, you bent down a bit and leaned farther out over the edge. You pushed a bit further forward and felt yourself start to tumble forward, losing your balance.

In a split second Chan had launched himself over the edge of the building, caught you by the waist, and grabbed onto the ledge of the rooftop.

“You’re still drunk, darling. You have to be careful.”

He pulled the two of you over and onto the roof, his grip never faltering. You also had a death grip on him, terrified of falling from this high. He carried you through a gate and over to a trapdoor. Setting you down on your feet, he twisted the handle and swung the door open to reveal a hole leading into what looked like a kitchen.

“You can go first, I have to close this behind us. Don’t worry, the island sits right under this door so you should be able to reach it.”

You nodded and sat down, hanging your legs down into the room. Sliding forward, you put your hands on the edge and swung down into the hole.

“I-i can’t reach!”

Bangchan was at your side in a second, taking both of your hands from the ledge to hold in his own. He had a gentle but strong grip, careful not to let you fall, he lowered you until your feet touched down on the countertop. You stepped aside and let Chan slip down next to you. After closing the door, he hopped down and looked up at you. Reaching out a hand, he stepped towards you and grabbed your waist. Lifting you over his shoulder, he carried you into what you assumed to be his room.

“Get some rest, you’re gonna feel like hell in the morning. I’ll be on the couch if you need anything.”

He flashed you a smile and tucked the blankets around you before heading out the door.

“Chan, wait! I w-wanted to say t-thank you for saving m-me tonight and s-sorry you’re stuck baby-*hiccup*- sitting my drunk ass..”

By the end of your sentence you were giggling, already half asleep. Chan admires your little laughs for a minute longer before taking his spot on the couch in the living room and falling asleep as well.

You wake up wrapped in a thick, navy blue comforter. Taking in a deep breath, you paused for a minute. This... isn’t your room. This is very obviously a boys room, a suit hanging on the mirror and the wonderful smell of cologne being enough for you to figure that out. But... who’s? What happened last night? The last thing you could remember you were trying to find the bathroom at the party.

Climbing out of the bed, you held the comforter wrapped around your body and stepped out of the room. The lights were on a red and blue setting, painting the walls in a calming aura.

‘If there’s anyone else here they’re definitely asleep’ You thought to yourself. Waddling towards the back of the couch facing you at the end of the hallway, you tried to be quiet. Sprawled out on the couch was none other than the man who’s face wouldn’t leave your dreams.

“My name is Christopher Bangchan, you can call me whatever you’d like doll.”

Everything about him was familiar and you knew exactly who’s house you had just woke up in. You reached forward and brushed some of his hair out of his eyes, causing him to snap them open and catch your wrist in a killer grip. You instantly flinched away from him and cowered back. Realizing who you were, he immediately released his grip and jumped over the couch to cradle you.

“I’m so sorry, i didn’t realize it was you, i didn’t expect you up this early.”

He played with your hair and sat with you on the ground for a bit, calming you down from his unexpected attack.

“C-Chan, I need a bathroom, im gonna throw up.”

Within seconds your hangover was hitting you full force, nausea and a splitting headache overtaking any fear you had left in the moment. He had carried you into the bathroom and set you down in his lap, facing the toilet. He pulled your hair out of your face and held it back as you emptied your stomach. Once you were finished, atleast for a moment, Bangchan ran to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water and some advil for your head. When he came back you were gagging again and he knew what was coming. Placing his hand in the small of your back, he rubbed soothing circles into your shirt while he held your hair with his other hand.

Finally able to keep down the little water and medicine you took, Chan carried you from the bathroom into the living room, tossing you and his comforter on the couch.

“Will you watch a movie with me?”

You looked at Chan with big doe eyes, begging him with your stare. He shook his head and laughed.

“Sure sicky, do you want food or anything?”

You scrunched your face up at his nickname and he laughed. Then, his phone rang.

“Oh I-uh, I gotta take this hold on.”

He disappeared into the hallway and picked up the phone. You could immediately hear a woman’s voice screaming and Chan trying to calm her down.

“BANGCHAN Y/N IS GONE SHES NOT IN HER ROOM BUT HER WINDOW IS OPEN DO YOU THINK SHE SNUCK OUT OR DO YOU THINK ONE OF THEM TOOK HER BANGCHAN WHAT DO I DO IF THEY TOOK HER SHES ALL I HAVE SHES NEVER SNUCK OUT BEFORE WHAT DO I-“

“Y/mom/n, She is here with me, safe. I found her out last night alone in the cold. She said her friends ditched her and she was just enjoying the snow. Don’t freak out, she stayed here and i slept on the couch. She might be sick from being out in that weather but other than that she is perfectly fine.”

Bangchan smirked to himself for coming up with such a believable excuse for you. Your mom on the other hand was still not happy, but Chan decided that could wait.

“Listen, you can come get her if you want or you can leave her here, i’ve got an eye on her and if you’re worried about them getting her at your house she’s probably safer here anyway.”

“Okay fine. I have to go to work so i guess she can stay with you. Don’t let her do anything stupid, and don’t let her do anything you would do!”

“Yeah yeah, have a good day at work y/mom/n.”

Chan clicked off the phone and walked back into his living room. There you were, sat on his couch looking up at him with fear evident in your gaze.

“W-was that my mom?”

Your lip quivered as you asked, your mind overwhelmed with everything you just heard. Who was trying to get you? Why was your mom so scared for you?

“Yeah uh, I told her your friends ditched you so you took a walk and i found you. She doesn’t seem super pissed and i think you’re staying here, atleast for the day, so get comfortable.”

He flopped down on the loveseat across from you and flashed you a smile.

“How do you know her so well? My mom, i mean.”

Chan let out a loud sigh before turning to look out his window.

“It’s a long story really. I have a question for you before i start.”

You were too intrigued by his relationship with your mother to turn down this chance.

“Alright, shoot”

He raised his eyebrow at you and gave a little laugh.

“Do you know what your mother is?”

Oh shit, that’s not what you expected. What does he mean ‘what she is’? She’s your mother, your human mother... right?

“She’s uh, a human? Right?”

Bangchan shook his head and sighed again.

“This isn’t my place to tell you but seeing your mother hasn’t yet, and your time is coming, I don’t really have a choice. Your mother and I are vampires, we started out in the same village around the 1800’s. Which, inherently, makes you atleast half vampire. I wish I could tell you I knew your father but I never got to meet him. Your mother is very secretive about many aspects of her life and I’ve learned to just accept that. Anyway, when our whole village was slaughtered by hunters we made it out with a few others. After a couple hundred years people get tired of each other, but your mom and i have always stuck together. She’s like my sister, we might not be blood related but she’s all the family i’ve got. You too, sicky.”

He leaned forward and ruffled your hair with his last sentence. You would’ve stuck your tongue out or done something but what he said stuck out vividly in your mind.

“What do you mean...my ‘time is coming’?”

He hadn’t realized he had let that part slip, it’s not his place to explain this to you.

“Uh, I-uh.. Give me a minute and i’ll tell you, swear.”

With that, he was out of his seat and taking off down the hallway again. Whoever he was talking to was speaking in a whisper, as was he. You leaned in to hear as much as possible.

“-I didn’t mean to! It slipped out!”

“I can’t go back on it now, i swore i’d tell her!”

“Listen, you knew this was coming up, why didn’t you tell her?”

“Well it’s too late for all that now, I’ve got to tell her and you’ll just have to explain when you get here.”

You could only hear Bangchan’s half of the conversation but it made enough sense. He was obviously talking to your mother again, apparently about some big secret she was supposed to tell you and never did. When he came back to the living room you tried to look casual, picking at your nails with your head down.

“Okay y/n. I need you to listen and i need you to listen well, alright?”

Chan had bent down in front of you and grabbed your hands, stopping you from fidgeting any longer and forcing you to look up at him.

“Alright”

“I don’t have all the information, there’s still a lot your mother won’t tell even me. But to be blunt, your father was the last of a royal bloodline among vampires. He had unfinished business when he.. left us.. and you, being his only descendant, are now to be held responsible.”

You nodded, urging him to continue.

“But the real problem is your blood. When your fathers DNA crossed with your mothers it created something special. There’s something about you that draws us in. You smells sweet, like candy, and it’s strong, almost impossible to ignore when you’re around. Whoever was after your father is using your scent to get to close to you and your mother and I have been protecting you for years. There’s a catch though;”

He paused and locked your gaze to his.

“You. Because your parents were both vampires, you too will turn. Once you reach your prime, which is different for everyone but females generally mature during their early adulthood, you will become a full blood vampire. After that you’ll be much safer, your blood is useless to a vampire once you’ve turned, but until then we have to keep you protected.”

Chan took a deep breath and leaned back in his seat, looking up to the ceiling. You sat there in shock, staring at him with your jaw dropped.

“Wait, wait, wait. So the ass who left me and mom alone, also left me screwed with all of his problems? Is he dead? We should kill him. People are trying to kill me? Because of shit he did? Oh, no. Let’s kill him.”

Bangchan was surprised by your reaction to say the least. Amused, almost. He shook his head and let out a sigh, running his hands through his pale blonde hair.

“We don’t know where he is y/n, he could be alive somewhere in hiding or he could be dead, but no one has seen him in 16 years. He disappeared off the face of the planet the same night he left your mother, and no one has been able to track him since.”

You leaned back into the cushions and pondered this for a moment.

“Ahh, I probably wouldn’t be able to kill my own father anyway. Moral dilemma or whatever I think.”

Chan laughed at you and turned towards the START screen on the TV. Snuggling into the comforter from his bed, you focused on the opening credits of the movie you picked out.

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After everything that happened following the party, your mom explained quite little compared to what Chan said. She also forbid your from hanging out with Chan until you were fully turned. She said she ‘can’t trust anyone around your blood,’ which shocked both you and him.

You wouldn’t see Bangchan for a couple years after that. Once you graduated high school, your mom recommended you go to a college outside of the city so it’d be harder for them to find you. So, here you were, 20, in a new city 2 hours from your home, living alone and going to classes with your head down. You made a few friends, a guy in your history class who always asked to borrow your pencil had finally gotten your number, and the girl assigned as your lab partner in biology was really sweet, and you’re starting to think this new beginning will be good for you.

It seemed that was only the calm before the storm though, because two weeks into the semester you were no where to be seen in any of your classes. Lilah, from biology, tried calling you the first two times you missed and she was beginning to worry. On your third absence, she decided, as a friend, it’d be nice to at least come check on you. When she reached your hall though, there was a man, black hair and pale skin, banging on your door.

“Yah! What’re you doing?”

Lilah wasn’t sure what her plan was but she needed to get in that room and he was in her way.

“My friend hasn’t been to class in days! I’m worried about her, she hasn’t texted or called me back since Friday! And she won’t answer the door either!”

He yelled the last part, banging on the door with each word. Lilah shook her head and pushed him out of the way. When she reached your door, she knew why you’d been in isolation. She could smell it.

“Listen dude, I don’t know who you are or what you know but you should probably let me handle this and I’ll tell y/n to call you when she’s feeling better.”

She spoke in almost a growl, trying to scare off the poor human boy from witnessing you in your current state. He stubbornly shook his head and stomped his foot, proving to her he wasn’t going anywhere until he was sure you were okay.

“Fine. At least wait until I come out and get you, give her a chance to get it together.”

She was already on her knees, face to face with the doorknob into your apartment. Slipping a bobby pin out of her hair, she bent it around a bit and wiggled it into the keyhole. Fidgeting around a bit, she felt it click and the knob turned, allowing the door to creak open slightly. Lilah turned to the boy before she entered.

“Stay out here.”

Upon entering your apartment Lilah confirmed her suspicions. Your clothes were strewn everywhere and the smell of your blood was painted along the room, sickeningly sweet. She walked towards the cracked door across the living room, already spotting the blood on the door. She slid it open enough for her to enter and stepped inside. There you were, balled up in the fetal position, naked, at the head of your bed. The sheets and curtains were stained red and your hair had taken on a strawberry hue.

“Oh darling, why didn’t you tell someone you were transitioning? We need to get you cleaned up and fed, soon.”

She had made her way to the bedside and was brushing a strand of your hair out of your face. You looked at her with bright red eyes, shaking and teeth chattering. She grabbed your hand and led you into the bathroom, running a shower for you. Once you were settled inside, she began wiping blood off of as many surfaces as possible.

‘It must have been horrible to have to turn alone.’ She thought. The first transition of a maturing vampire is a brutal one, your body expelling its mortal aspects. Blood no longer circulated through your veins but splattered everywhere around your apartment bedroom. Shaking her head, she starts for your front door.

“Alright kid, she’s in the shower and she needs a bit before she’s ready to see anyone, especially some boy. What’s your name? I’ll have her text you when she gets out and is ready to see you.”

The boy standing patiently outside your apartment didn’t like that at all, he was your friend too and he felt the need to see you to believe you were okay.

“I’m Jungkook, and I’ll wait out here as long as I have to, I want to see her before I just take your word.”

He would never admit it, but Jungkook had grown a bit of a crush on you during your time together in class. He loved the way your hair bounced when you laughed and the way your eyes lit up every time he asked you a question. So yeah, here he was on a Wednesday afternoon, sitting outside your apartment because you missed another day of class.

“Whatever lover boy, just don’t barge in uninvited.”

Lilah flashed Jungkook a glare before returning to your apartment and locking the door behind her. She had been through the transition herself, getting stuck at the age 19 forever she decided to explore all the colleges and pick her favorite. So, she knew how to clean up vast amounts of blood. She also knew you needed to eat.

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nikoalaa · 4 years ago

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usually this is something i’d post on a side blog with no tags or followers (just to get out of my head), but i think this time i want the possibility of someone helping. idk how long this will be but i’ll put it under a read more when i’m on my computer.

i’ve been struggling more lately. idk if it’s just the pandemic and quarantine and everything getting to me, but this has all been happening before too, just maybe not as often. i’m more anxious, i’m more depressed, i want to shut myself away from friends and not leave my house much unless it’s a quick trip somewhere by myself. i’m so tired all the time. i’m just so, so exhausted. and since i’m home a lot with nothing to do, i’ll sleep. my schedule is so messed up. i sleep basically 5am-2pm and then sometimes still take a nap. like today i slept 5 or 6 am- 2, woke up and had something small to eat, sat at my computer and then slept again 6:30pm-9pm. i jokingly call this my “unemployed schedule” with my parents, but i think they just think i’m lazy.

and speaking of them, i think a lot of my problems i have with myself would be nonexistent if i just had good parents. my crooked teeth wouldn’t be an issue if my dad didn’t hate doctors and was scared of the dentist, therefore never making appointments for me or my brother, resulting in us both not having good teeth. my weight and unhealthy relationship to food wouldn’t be an issue if my mom would have just made me eat a god damn vegetable when i was a kid instead of just giving me chicken nuggets so i would stop whining. and when i was chubbier then other kids, instead of herself trying to fix my diet by actually cooking healthy food and making me eat it, she made me see a doctor and go to group sessions of other kids in similar situations (that i was very uncomfortable going to, to the point of me crying, but she forced me to go anyway). which none of that helped anyway, it just made me self conscious about eating so i now hate food and when i do eat in public, i feel gross and that people are staring at me. and now my body has tricked itself that if i’m out in public, i can only eat very little or else i get sick and throw up. and my mental illness could be in check if my parents just put in any effort. they’ve been aware of my depression since i was in 3rd grade (which my mom would phrase as “you don’t seem as happy anymore”) and i recall having anxiety since kindergarten. i get that we didn’t have a lot of money when i was growing up, so maybe they just made me see the guidance counselor every friday for two school years. which is fine, that’s what they could do and it was at least something idk. but after that it’s like they stopped caring. i went on to public school after that and i hated it. i constantly would go to the nurses office in 5th grade and pretend being sick so my mom could pick me up or some how get me home. that should have been a red flag. or whenever my dad asked me how my day was and i never said “good”, another red flag. i was so depressed for the rest of my time in public school, and they didn’t do anything. sure i would join clubs or play sports to try to make myself happy and have fun, but it wasn’t ever enough. high school was even worse. i was angry all the time. just that angry emo kid sat in the back of the class. and eventually i lost almost all my friends. i started cutting, but i kept it hidden until i got changed after gym class one day. someone i was kinda friends with spotted the cuts on my upper arm. they gave me a knowing look and asked what happened. i said my dog scratched me. but it was way too many cuts and too dark to be dog scratches. but they didn’t ask again and i was grateful because i didn’t want help at the time. rest of school went on, the cutting stopped (or at least stopped being as frequent. relapses now and again), had panic attacks before and during school (that i always seemed like a burden for having when my mom had to deal with it), then i had a manipulative friend/ex gf i’m not even going to get into rn. long section short, my parents knew i was struggling. they would mention it off handedly. “you didn’t seem as happy” “we saw their was something going on” stuff like that. but they did nothing to help me. never asked questions, never talked to me, never asked if i needed help or someone else to talk to.

after highschool the panic attacks weren’t as frequent, but the depression was there. and they knew it. because even now and then i would bring it up, especially when i was having a breakdown. i would tell them i need help, i need a therapist and i need medication. she said (because it was always my mom i would go to) that she would see what she could do. then nothing happened. another time, full break down, and i fully told her i am suffering and i need help. she made me feel like such a burden and an inconvenience. she said she had no idea how to get me a therapist. no idea where to start. so i told her, mainly yelled, to ask this one lady we know (someone who had actually done more for my mental health than my own mother) for advice because i know her two kids go to therapy and stuff. she said she would try but she never did. few weeks ago, i have the biggest panic attack i’ve had in a while. full hyperventilating, almost going to throw up, all because there was a bug in my room trapped under a bowl. that is not healthy. i’m sobbing and gasping for air as my dad is trying to get the fast bug off the floor but not lose it, and once it’s gone i’m in bed sobbing and heaving and my whole body is twitching uncontrollably. she thinks she’s hot shit because she did that “5 things you can touch” bull shit once i was starting to calm. nothing again after that. what they did, they bought a hand vacuum so i could catch bugs myself. i guess so i won’t have to bother them at 4 in the morning and again freaking the fuck out. all in all, if they got me therapy as a teen and i had meds, i probably would be much much much better off. i won’t even go into the trans stuff rn. i think they think it went away because they ignored it and i don’t talk about it with them. even tho in the rest of the world away from family, i go by my chosen name and my friend calls me “he”. but it’s been almost 4 years, if not already 5 years, since i came out to them. they said they looked up therapy and stuff but again, nothing ever happened. i joke with my parents and say they’re lucky i don’t steal my dogs prozac and they laugh. i know it’s exactly the one used for people because it’s the same exact one my ex took. these days i’m starting to see things out of the corner of my eye, but nothing is there. i tell my mom i think i have adhd or something because i’ve read symptoms and it would make sense. and i also don’t remember a time where my head wouldn’t just be quiet. even now. it never is. but she says i was tested and they didn’t say i had adhd. when i was 7... and it’s misdiagnosed in afab people... and especially since i was anxious as a child.. and nervous around the lady who tested me. when. i. was. 7. shit develops later in life. but she won’t believe me because she says she’s trained to see the signs for her work. but then she’ll bring up how my uncle, grandma, and dad, are like the poster kids for adhd. and she just won’t believe me.

i’m really struggling with just everything. and i feel guilty that i’m even struggling and “feeling bad”. i’m a white kid from the philly suburbs. everything could be much much worse for me. but then again, i know thinking like this isn’t good for me. just because it could be worse, doesn’t mean it still can’t be a hell of a lot better too. i just want to be okay. i want to be healthy and happy. i’ve never really gotten to experience it all. my happiness seems fake and it fades away. my idea of health is “going to the gym and the right amount of anorexia.” i know that’s not healthy but that’s just the only way i know. my mom doesn’t seem to care anyway. i tell her that when i am working or i was in school, i would only have like one meal a day. she didn’t say a thing. i just want to be happy. i don’t want to die. i really don’t. i hate being alive but like, i’m already here. i’m not going to take myself out. but it’s just so hard to exist a lot of the time. idk how i’ve done it this long. and i can tell it’s gonna get bad again because i tried to cut myself a few nights ago. the knife wasn’t sharp enough to really make a mark but i had no energy to keep trying. i really need help but idk what to do anymore.

#im so sorry this is so long #it took me an hour to write #ill put a read more later #im so sorry #tw depression #tw anxiety #tw eating disorder #tw anorexia #tw self harm #tw cutting #ask to tag #just in case #im gonna try to sleep cuz its now almost 5:30 am

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myqueenjudeduarte · 6 years ago

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Hi, will you write some smutty jurdan please but now with cardan in charge?

ok everyone BUCKLE UP

Rated EXPLICIT!!!!! M RATED!!!!Wordcount 3793

Warnings this is absolutely shameless smut!! please don’t read this if you’re not ready for some explicit stuff! Warnings for dom/sub stuff, mild slapping, very light bloodplay, uhh pain in general, some dirty talk, begging, orgasm delay, Jude being OOC / set way in the future when she has worked through some things because let’s be real she would never let Cardan do this shit where she’s at rn. TWK spoilers also. Umm I think that’s about it but please let me know if there are other warnings I should add.

“Cardan,” Jude snapped, voice sharp and eyes hard. “If you don’t release me—“

“I think, dear Jude, that you are in no position to give orders,” he replied with a smile, gazing down at her, at her hands pinned to the bed beside her, held in his.

Jude glared up at him but made no move to get away, nor even to struggle. “I don’t know when you decided that I’m yours to do what you will with, but I think we both know that I’m better in control.”

Cardan gave her a mocking smile.

“Feisty girl,” he murmured. “Whatever shall I do to you tonight?”

Jude tensed, but Cardan could see the desire spark in her eyes. He knew how she loved it when he spoke to her, when he whispered foul things in her ears while curling his fingers inside her. Knew how ashamed she was of it, how she tried to prevent him from knowing the extent of the affect he had on her.

Cardan released Jude’s hands and stood from the bed. “Stay where you are,” he ordered, levity in his voice no longer, before crossing to the closet, gathering scarves she had brought from the mortal world — stolen from Vivi — that they kept here for just this purpose. When he turned back to the bed, she hadn’t moved. Good. That meant she was taking him seriously.

Returning to the bed, Cardan kept his face hard, letting none of his pleasure show.

“Stand up,” he commanded her, and his satisfaction increased at her obedience. She glared at him still, but made no further protest as Cardan looked her up and down.

“Strip.”

Again, she obeyed. He had taken control before, but never seen her this obedient — she must truly need this, need to give up control for a while with the only person she would ever allow to put her in this position. He knew the pressure she had been under lately as High Queen, knew that she surely craved a break from the responsibility.

Well, a break he would certainly give her.

Jude slowly peeled off her dress, the dress she had been wearing to the revel minutes before Cardan led her to his chambers and pinned her to his bed. He had watched her all night, watched every motion of her body, watched the way other faeries had watched her too, lust in their eyes. The same lust that was surely mirrored in his own.

When Jude stood naked before him, Cardan gazed at her, tried to keep the approval, desire, longing out of his eyes. Tried to school his expression into one of pure dominance.

“Lie down,” he ordered, “with your hands above your head.” When her hands were against the headboard, Cardan fastened the scarves he still held around her wrists and pulled them between the slits in the wood. He tied them off, then stood to survey his work. She remained still throughout it all. It honored him to know that no one else got to see her in this position, but he certainly wasn’t about to let on that he was touched.

“Test the bonds. Make sure you can’t move.”

Jude rolled her eyes, but she did as she was told, straining against the scarves. They held tightly and Cardan saw the familiar fear spark in Jude’s eyes as she realized she was helpless. Powerless, as he knew she would see it.

His impulse was to reassure her that he would never abuse the power she had given him, but he knew that what she needed right now was for him to maintain control of the situation, to pretend his authority over her was anything but an illusion, a gift she had granted him. So, instead, he traced one finger down the side of her face, smiled wickedly at her.

“Oh, the things I could do with you, Jude. The games we could play with you tied up like this, helpless beneath me. The ways I could hurt you, make you suffer, make you beg.” At that his smile grew wider, and he leaned close to her ear. “And I will make you beg,” he breathed.

Jude’s skin broke out in goosebumps and her breathing grew ragged. Desire overwhelmed the fear in her eyes as she looked up at him, and the last sparks of resistance, last glimmers of the glare she had worn since he first pinned her down, faded.

He knew she was his, if just for the night.

“If you need me to stop at any time, say…” he thought for a moment. “Faerie fruit. Say faerie fruit. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she said, eyes wide at the thought of needing a safe word.

“Yes what, my Jude?”

“Yes… my king?” She was uncertain, hesitant, but the fact that she would make any attempt was a miracle to him.

“Good,” he said with a smile. “Spread your legs for me, Jude, dear. I would have unrestricted access to your body.”

She spread her legs slightly, but the space she created between them was small enough that he knew she either continued in trying to resist him or remained cautious. Either way…

Before Jude could react, Cardan slapped her inner thigh sharply, causing her to cry out in surprise and slight pain.

“I told you to spread your legs, Jude,” he said harshly, twining his fingers into her hair and yanking her head backwards. “I expect you to obey.”

Jude spread her legs wide.

He knew that she expected him to touch her then, but he didn’t, not right away. Instead, he surveyed her body, ran his eyes over every part of her, nothing on his face to give away what he was thinking.

Cardan saw a blush rising on Jude’s face under the scrutiny, but with her legs spread this widely, he could also see that she was already wet.

“Poor Jude,” he said with a pointed glance between her legs. “You already want me this desperately, and I plan to make you wait such a very long time to have me.”

Jude whimpered so softly Cardan almost missed it. He had never seen her in such a state of submission, and as a reward, he finally touched her.

Cardan ran his fingers down Jude’s arms, a feather-light touch. His fingers left more goosebumps in their wake.

His hands migrated to her stomach, tracing patterns there, movements still tantalizingly slow. He ran them across her waist, making her twitch, and barely brushed the underside of her breasts.

“Kiss me,” Jude said softly, imploringly.

Cardan answered with another sharp slap to the inside of her thigh, eliciting a cry from her once again.

“How do we ask for things we want, Jude?” Cardan asked, a patronizing tone to his voice.

Jude stayed silent, merely closed her eyes. Cardan did not miss her refusal to do anything that even remotely resembled begging. The rare other times she had let him take control, he had never succeeded in making her beg. Tonight, though, he fully intended to change that.

He slapped her again in the same place and she groaned in pain. Her legs twitched as if to close, but she thought better of it and spread them wider. Showing her obedience without having to plead for anything.

“Before this night is through, Jude,” he said, voice cold, “you will be willing to beg and plead most prettily for any scrap of pleasure I would deign to provide you. You will not come until you do.”

Jude squeezed her eyes shut tighter and said nothing. Cardan slapped her thigh once more for good measure, then returned to his gentler ministrations on her upper body. He ran a hand across the tops of her breasts, making a careful effort to avoid so much as brushing her nipples. He wanted her desperate enough to beg before he even entered her with his fingers.

He had not missed, as well, the reaction of her body when he had slapped her. He saw how her nipples tightened, how she grew wetter. He filed the information away for later use.

Finally, after several minutes, he brought his fingers to her nipples, brushing them in featherlight touches. Jude gasped.

“Are you ready to ask nicely for what you want?” Cardan asked, coaxing her to answer. Yet still she remained quiet, stubborn, cautious.

He expected this, and he would work with it.

Cardan brought a hand up and slapped her breast, making sure that one ringed finger caught her nipple, sent pain shooting through her nerves. Jude yelped, eyes snapping open, and twisted her body to try to get away from his hand, but found herself bound too tightly.

Cardan grinned and slapped her again, again, again until her breast was red, them brought his mouth to her chest. He used his lips and tongue to soothe the hurt he had caused, closed his teeth ever so softly around her nipple, scraped them across her flesh. Jude writhed beneath him, alternating between pushing her chest closer and trying to pull it away.

She was exactly where he wanted her.

He repeated the process on the other breast, then, bringing pain with his hands and pleasure with his mouth. Then he pulled back, looked down at his handiwork, at the red handprints on her breasts.

“I want to mark every inch of your body as mine, wicked Jude. I wish to leave punishing bruises and sweet, sweet imprints of my ownership all over your flesh. And it seems that I’m in luck, as I presently have the power to do just that.”

Jude’s eyes grew wider, fear and desire, dread and excitement in her expression as her mouth parted slightly. “Yes, my king,” she replied prettily, submissively.

Good.

Cardan climbed onto the bed to kneel between Jude’s legs. He leaned over her and bit down roughly on one nipple, grew harder than he already was at her sharp intake of breath. Paused to breathe himself, to remember that this was not about him, not yet. He raked his nails down her stomach, over her hipbone, down her thigh. He pulled back to see that he had drawn blood.

He bent and licked up the scratches, tasted her blood on his tongue and hummed against her skin. Jude pulled at her bonds, small sounds escaping her, reactions to the mingled pain and pleasure.

He still had yet to touch her where she wanted it most, and he began to move closer, scraping his teeth over her hips and abdomen, nails digging in to the sides of her thighs.

Jude winced as Cardan sucked a hickey onto her inner thigh.

“It is so very easy to make you flinch, Jude. It makes hurting you all the more delicious.”

As he spoke, Cardan teased one finger at her entrance. He pushed it in agonizingly slowly, eliciting a low groan from Jude, who pulled harder against the scarves in an attempt to get his finger deeper, faster.

Cardan stilled all motion.

“If you strain at your bonds again, I will punish you.” He said it so matter-of-factly that it took Jude a moment to process, but when she did she went utterly still, barely breathing.

“Yes, my king,” she gasped out, a clear attempt to placate him in her words.

He curled his finger inside her and hummed in pleasure when her back arched in response. Cardan leaned down to bite her thigh gently, then licked his way back up to the apex of her legs. He gave one barely-there lick to her clit before pulling back, but it was enough to elicit a moan from Jude.

“I’ve never felt you this wet, Jude,” Cardan teased as he slowly added a second finger, curling both inside her to the rhythm of his words. “It’s delightfully pathetic. All it took were a few words and a smidgen of pain and you were rendered helpless before me. Are you aware, sweet, that I made you bleed? I made you bleed and still you lie here wanting me. I left my marks all over your body and still, still you will be willing to beg for me shortly. You put on a strong face for the world, Jude, but spread before me you are so beautifully weak.”

Jude shut her eyes tightly against his words but could not hold back another moan, both at his words and his motions inside her. Cardan felt Jude’s inner muscles clench down as she grew even wetter from his mocking words. He grinned.

“Jude, Jude, Jude,” he whispered, punctuating each word with the curling of his fingers, hard against her g spot, making her gasp. “Beautiful and mine. Do open your eyes.” With his last words Cardan pulled his fingers from inside her and slapped her thigh once more, making clear that he was serious.

Jude yelped and opened her eyes, looked down at him where he knelt between her legs. “I’m sorry, my king.”

Very good.

An apology from Jude was a rare occurrence indeed, and the fact that she would give one now meant that she was as far gone, as deeply in her submission as Cardan had hoped.

“Jude,” Cardan said, voice soft now, coaxing. “What would please you at present? What can I do for you?”

“Taste me. I want you to taste me, my king.” The words stumbled out of Jude in a rush, as if she was afraid she would lose her chance to say them.

“And why should I?”

“Because…” Jude trailed off, searching for a reason. “Because I’m being more obedient than I have ever been, and because I’m so wet for you, and because I endured your pain and now ask for pleasure.”

“Endured is not the word I would use for what ‘my’ pain was for you. Do you deny that you enjoyed it?”

Jude’s voice grew quiet. “No, my king. I do not deny it.”

Cardan could tell it pained her to say those words, so he rewarded her.

“Very well,” he said before bringing his mouth down and sucking her clit into it. Jude moaned so loudly half of Elfhame could have heard her. Cardan hoped they did, hoped everyone heard the proof that Jude was his tonight.

Cardan entered Jude with three fingers this time, pumping them in and out in time with his tongue on her clit. Judging by how wet Jude was, by the sounds she was making, Cardan knew it would take very little work to have her coming around his fingers.

Too bad he intended to make her wait.

Jude was panting, desperately clutching the headboard to avoid pulling at the scarves, her back arched off the bed. Cardan waited until her breaths grew sharper, her muscles clenched harder, before pulling back.

Jude whimpered and then surprised him.

“My king,” she began, voice shaking from pleasure and frustration. “I know you intend to make me wait, but would you grant me one favor?”

“What is it, sweet girl?” he asked, referring both to her present demeanor and to the taste of her.

“Undress, so that I can see you?”

The girl bit her damn lip. She was going to be the death of him.

Cardan rose from the bed, shrugged off his linen shirt and dark green pants, and climbed back onto the bed, now naked.

“Better, Jude, dear?”

“Much,” she said with a small smile.

Cardan leaned over Jude’s body and finally kissed her hard, ran his tongue inside her lower lip so she could taste herself. When he pulled back, she whimpered, her flushed face an indication of how wanting she still was.

“Do you want to come, Jude?”

She nodded, bit her lip once again. “Yes, my king.”

“Beg.”

Jude was silent for several moments. She looked torn, and Cardan began to feel sorry for her, for the internal battle she was clearly waging.

“I want to…” Jude said, but trailed off, frustration clear on her face.

Cardan stroked a hand gently over her hip, a small gesture of reassurance.

“Allow me to provide further encouragement,” he said with a smile.

Cardan spread Jude’s legs even wider and resumed eating her out as though he had never stopped. He teased at her clit with his tongue while his fingers continued stroking her hips, over her stomach, brushing the undersides of her breasts. Jude writhed beneath him. Her legs shook as she grew closer and closer to orgasm. Right before she would have come, Cardan pulled back, smiling down at her. Jude let out a frustrated cry.

“Please, my king, please let me come,” she finally gasped out, eyes squeezed shut once again, hands in fists. Cardan was in awe as he stared up at her, that this beautiful mortal was begging for him, that she would fight a war with herself to allow a moment of what felt like weakness. He had never seen her stronger.

“This is control, Jude,” he said softly. “You begging me for what you need when everything in you is screaming not to. I can see it, and I want you to know that overcoming that voice is control. This is power, Jude, this moment. Remember that.”

Jude opened her eyes to look at him, and he was shocked at the depth of feeling on her face. Desire, pain, need, and something deeper, whatever she felt for him that he only saw in her most vulnerable moments.

Cardan was in awe.

“That being said, Jude,” Cardan said, returning to the matter at hand and slipping back into dominance. “I believe I told you once to make your begging both flowery and worthy of me.”

Jude was silent once again, and Cardan entered her with two fingers, curled them inside her so, so slowly. Jude’s legs twitched and Cardan knew she was right on the edge of orgasm still.

“Please, my king. I am yours to do what you will with, but I would be eternally grateful, forever in your debt, if you would allow me to come around your fingers, to fall apart beneath you.” Jude’s words were rushed, desperate, and Cardan nodded in approval.

“More,” he ordered, increasing the pace of his fingers slightly.

Jude changed tactics.

“I have been most obedient tonight, most pliable in your hands, have gloried in the pain you’ve caused me, in the sensation of being left wanting, but I have reached the end of what I can endure. Oh, fuck, my king,” she said as he increased pace further, brushed her clit lightly with his thumb. “Please, please, I need to come.”

“Come.”

Cardan brought his mouth back to Jude’s clit and licked it, hard and fast and steady, until she came screaming, shuddering around him.

“Cardan, my king, oh god, please yes please yes,” fell from Jude’s mouth in a chant, a repetition of bliss. Only when she had ridden out all of the aftershocks did Cardan cease his motions and pull back, leaning down to kiss her gently.

“Now, my dear, I give you a choice,” he said, stroking her cheek with reverence. “I can untie you now and we can retire to sleep, or I can fuck you and make you come again. I know which option I would prefer, but the choice is yours.”

Jude did not hesitate. “Fuck me, my king. And…” here she paused, considering, before speaking. “Thank you.”

He knew she was thanking him for more than making her come, thanking him for what he had said earlier, for making it clear that she was not sacrificing power by begging for him.

“You are most welcome, dear Jude,” he said smoothly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Without warning, Cardan tangled his fingers into her hair once more, pulling her head back. “I expect you to look at me,” he said. Jude tried to nod, but he held her head in place firmly. Before she could do anything else, he positioned himself between her legs and entered her.

Jude moaned loudly, her eyes glazing as she looked up at him. Cardan smiled at her, a sweet smile with an edge, as he began to thrust into her, slowly at first. With her encouraging moans he sped up and finally released her hair with a final warning look, bringing his hand down to where their bodies joined to rub circles around her clit. Jude arched her back, so Cardan brought his mouth to her breasts, tugging at her nipples with his teeth. Spots where he had marked her earlier he now retraced with his tongue, and he sucked bruises onto the untouched sections of her skin.

With his rough treatment of her body, it wasn’t long before Jude was once more on the edge of coming.

“You need not ask before you come,” Cardan gasped out, rapidly losing himself in pleasure.

Jude came moments later, muscles clenching around him, crying out his name. Cardan quickly followed suit. He spilled into her and chanted “Jude, Jude, my Jude,” as he came hard. When he could finally catch his breath, he pulled out and rolled off her.

Cardan reached up and gently untied Jude’s hands from the headboard. Jude has been silent since coming, eyes still wide as they had been while she watched him.

“Are you okay, Jude?” He asked her quietly.

“Yes, my king - Cardan, I mean.” Jude blushed, and Cardan recognized that she had not left a state of submission yet.

“You may call me whatever you like now,” he assured her. “You did spectacularly. I have never seen a more beautiful sight than your body beneath mine, than your breasts covered in my marks. I will treasure this memory.”

Jude smiled up at him. “As will I,” she said. She hadn’t moved her hands from above her head.

Cardan took her wrists in his hands and gingerly began massaging them, making sure the scarves had caused no damage. Jude looked calmer, more at peace than Cardan had ever seen her. He told her as much.

“I needed that,” she murmured back.

“I trust I did not hurt you too badly?” Cardan teased.

Jude smiled. “You never could, my king.” She used the words mockingly now, but her face was soft and she pressed a kiss to his shoulder. Cardan gathered her in his arms, moving slowly so as not to startle her away, but she allowed it, let him hold her.

“You know I will pay you back for this, I hope,” Jude murmured into Cardan’s ear.

Cardan laughed. “I have no doubt. And yet it was worth it.”

Jude smiled and nestled closer to Cardan’s chest.

It had been worth it.

#i cannot Believe i wrote this #jurdan fanfic #jurdan #jurdan SMUT #THIS IS NOT SAFE FOR WORK!!!#tfota #the folk of the air #tcp #the cruel prince #twk #the wicked king #jude x cardan #cardan x jude #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #me: im so ashamed of this i want the WHOLE WORLD to see it!#Anonymous #also I’m so sorry I can’t get the read more on this to work on mobile #my fic

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andimackismycrack · 5 years ago

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halloweenies - tj and cyrus dress up as richie and eddie

thanks to the suggestion from @tyrusendgameperiod here is this last minute halloween-themed fic! hope you enjoy!

“I don’t want it to look like we just scrambled it together last minute! We’re already behind on planning as is.” Cyrus sighed in his own dramatic Cyrus way.

TJ looked at him, rolling his eyes, “Cy, it’s September 3rd.”

“Which means we’re WAY behind!”

“Don’t worry underdog,” TJ ruffled Cyrus’s hair, getting a smack on the hand in return, “I have a plan.” Sure enough, TJ came through. He surprised Cyrus with ‘IT: Chapter Two’ tickets for opening night the following week.

Cyrus couldn’t stop gushing about it. He was so excited. You wouldn’t think it, but he was a horror movie buff, the theater was the one place he wasn’t afraid, besides when he was with his friends or TJ. He’d seen the first IT about 10 times, he’d even forced TJ to watch it with him a few of those.

TJ had been wracking his brain for cute couples costume ideas, and couldn’t think of anything. Until...

｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

Opening night, they were walking out of the theater. As they left, you could see almost every audience member with streaky tears dried on their face or puffy eyes from crying. Including Cyrus and TJ.

“Teej,” Cyrus whispered, “That was so good, thank you.”

TJ felt that warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest and slid his arm around Cyrus’s waist, holding him snugly. They started talking about their favorite parts of the movie and that’s when it clicked. They had been talking about Richie and Eddie so much, it was obvious. Clearly that’s what they have to dress up as.

Weeks went by and Cyrus was getting increasingly anxious about their costume. He trusted TJ and all when he said that he was taking care of them, but he couldn’t help but worry about it.

TJ decided to choose a pink hawaiian style shirt with a white graphic tee underneath and jeans for Richie. Of course he also found coke bottle glasses and beat up tennis shoes.

For Eddie, he chose some red shorts (though not near as short as the ones in the movie) and a color-clashing salmon polo-style shirt. He found a fanny pack from his dad in the 90’s and an old inhaler from his mom.

TJ was proud of his selection, most of which he’d gotten from a thrift store. All but the jeans (which he’d already owned) and the glasses. He’d saved up for this with his job, being able to pay for it all himself. He got a text.

underdog! <3: pleeeaassseeee tell me what the costume is i’m dying!!!!!

underdog! <3: tj!

underdog! <3: tj!! i know it’s a surprise but please..

tj: okay fine i’ll give you a HINT

underdog! <3: bf of the week award!

tj: why not month??

underdog! <3: if you told me the whole costume, you might even make boyfriend of the year.

tj: okay okay. i can’t resist, you’re being too cute rn.

underdog! <3: omg!

tj: it’s richie & eddie! from IT!

｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

Halloween was fast approaching for the couple, both so excited for their idea. The plan was to all meet at Cece’s house, then all go trick or treating together. They wanted to go out with a bang since it’s probably the last year they could all go. Then when they were back, they would have their candy, watch scary movies, and fall asleep in the living room. Though Halloween was a school night, they had the following day off as it was the end of a grading period, meaning the teachers would have to be at school while the students would not.

The fact that they gang didnt have school the next day, their parents were happy to agree for them to stay at Andi’s grandma’s house.

Before they knew it, Andi, Buffy, Amber, Marty, Jonah, Walker (despite all the drama, they were able to stay friends), Marty, TJ, and Cyrus made their ways to Cece’s, already in costume.

First came Buffy and Marty, in a couples costume of course, with Buffy dressed in old fashioned, pop-art like clothing, carrying an umbrella in gloved hands, and Marty with “dirt” covering his hands and wiped on his face, wielding a black umbrella with overalls and a striped shirt.

“Welcome, Mary Poppins!” Andi, a glittery fairy, welcomed Buffy and Marty into Cece’s house, spiders were hanging from the ceiling and there were orange string lights hung from what seemed every wall in the house.

Soon, the rest of the guests had began piling in. Jonah and Walker decided to go as Finn and Po from the newest Star Wars trilogy. Amber was dressed as a hippie, sporting straightened hair, a tank top tucked into flowing pants, and a headband across her forehead.

TJ and Cyrus were last to arrive, they took “forever” to get there according to the rest of the gang.

The doorbell rang and Andi jumped up to answer it, leaving the others sitting on the couch with a bowl of chips.

She opened the door to see TJ as Eddie and Cyrus as Richie. “Oh my god! You guys look... amazing!!”

Buffy was next to jump from her warm seat next to (more like, on top of) Marty. “Okay we HAVE to take pictures now!” She motioned over to a blank wall with a sheet hung. There was a photo booth set up complete with confetti and paper moustaches.

The rest of the night faded into oblivion as the once trio laughed too hard and enjoyed themselves so much, they didn’t know where the time went.

notes: i wrote this very last minute i’m SORRY but i kinda love this. didn’t u love the plot twist? also i’m sOFT for tj when he broke down and told cyrus bc he was being cute. might write a part two over the weekend for when they’re actually trick or treating with more dialogue (bc fun fact dialogue is my favorite part to write). hope you enjoy!!! <3

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