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solbaby7 · 10 months ago

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Calypso

pairing: azriel x reader

warning: swearing, mentions of being beaten, violence, murder, probably typos, based off a tiktok i saw (pretty sure this is based off a play or something along those lines)

summary: The sweetest member of the Inner Circle shows the Autumn Court the true extent of feminine rage.

[part 2 ]

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“Something is wrong,” Azriel couldn’t stop pacing, heart thumping so hard in his chest he was sure there was an imprint beginning to etch its way onto his skin. A hand absently rubs at his chest, clothes feeling too tight and his brothers don’t miss the rigid raise of his wings. Shadows cloak his form, curling around his ears and tugging on his clothes in their own way of communicating the same thing he had. “Something is very, very wrong. She should be back by now.”

Rhysand try’s to remain reasonable—to regain control of the rapidly escalating situation but you were supposed to have been back nearly four hours ago.

At first, the High Lord had thought it was a good idea; that you’d be a pleasant change from Az’s domineering brood or Cassian’s incessant need to mouth off but the longer they waited the more Rhys considered that maybe he made the wrong call. “She’s gone on missions to Autumn alone many times before, Az.”

The shadowsinger nods in agreement but his stance doesn’t relax even a bit. “Sure but she’s never once been late getting back home. Never.” Saying the words seem to be confirmation enough, waiting one second—two before he’s retreating from Rhysand’s office and saying fuck it to any of the consequences that he would surely face if he got there and something had happened to you.

“Az,” Cass shouts from down the hall, bounding steps sounding against the polished floors as he falls in stride with him. “Just wait for one second.”

“If it was your mate, would you wait?”

“Of course not but we just need two minutes to assess the situation before just barging inside—this is Autumn we are talking about here.”

“I don’t care.”

Fingers rake through shoulder length hair, honey eyes clocking Azriel’s determined stride, the hard brow and strong set of his mouth. “I understand that but if it gets her killed—”

“Us waiting might get her killed,” Azriel snaps, nearly growling the words free; shadows stiffening at his shoulders in agitation. “I won’t risk it. I won’t lose her.”

There’s no room for fighting; not when Rhys and Cassian were too busy trying to keep up with Azriel’s brutal pace to cross the wards. Winnowing in a rush never did well on the stomach but the unease that churns in Azriel’s gut the moment they arrive at Autumns borders is anything but normal.

“This isn’t right,” Cassian insists, following behind with a watchful eye; every muscle in his body tense as awareness prickles to life. “Where are the guards? The hounds?” It’s too quiet, the sky too dark and yet Azriel continues on a path of his own making; following the pure string within to draw him back to his other half.

The spymaster rips through the trees, shoving aside offending branches with little regard for the noise being made. It works in his favor, stumbling at the right place at the wrong time judging by the frazzled guards and a High Lord soaked from the waist down. Complete silence fills the space; not even a bird chirps, no rustling of woodland creatures, no crackling cadence of crawling cicadas. “Where is she?” Azriel demands, voice dangerously low as he searched deeper within the bond; scrambling for further direction, desperate for the confirmation of your safety.

Beron Vanserra looks too smug, a devilish smirk crafting in the corner of his mouth. Auburn hair falls from its neat styling, clothes ruffled and Azriel knows he can’t be the only one who notices the petrified expressions plastered on the guards faces—the fact that none of them make a move to comment on Night Court breaching another’s borders without permission. “Where’s who?”

“You know who,” Rhysand says your name carefully, casually pressing forward until he stood before Azriel, serving as a barrier between a male withholding answers and another male willing to carve the world to pieces in order to obtain them. “Your meeting with her should’ve ended hours ago.”

“It never started,” Beron waves a hand dismissively, his clothes drying with the motion. Guards surround him, leaving a gap for visibility but their security is subdued; trembling with fear and eyes glistening with guilt. “She never arrived.”

Azriel’s grip tightens around the hilt of Truthteller, golden irises narrow to slits and his voice is but a hiss. “You’re lying.”

A brow raises, the overwhelming scent of whiskey and cinnamon muddled by sea salt and ocean spray; a confusing combination laced with a distress that did not belong to the High Lord of Autumn. “Do you have proof?”

Shadows creep up Azriel’s form, silently reminding its master of their presence and willingness to eliminate the threat no matter the outcome but before his lips can form words—an unnatural noise cuts through the air. The hairs on the back of his neck stands at attention, golden eyes surveilling every inch of dense foliage. “What was that?”

Its eerie and drawn out, almost like song but the melody held no comfort, no warmth.

“What did you do?” Azriel swallows thickly, shoulders uncomfortably tense as the humming continues, layered feminine voices piercing their ears like the sirens Cass always talked about around a crackling fire after too much to drink.

“I did nothing.” Beron shrugs, voice even and sure but the fear that settles behind his eyes isn’t equally well hidden. His body language betrays him, subconsciously shuffling closer to the readied guards that flank every side of their High Lord.

“Vanserra.” Your silhouette is barely noticeable when cloaked in the night and Azriel’s brow raises at the tears in your gown, the healing split of your lip—and where were your shoes?

Rhys calls your name, taking only a single step before Cassian’s iron grip curls around his arms, swiftly tugging him back and behind him. A general protecting the leader of his court as the scene before them became horribly apparent. “Impossible,” Beron whispers, not bothering to hide the disbelief—the horror. “You died.”

Azriel’s stance faulters, the stony expression unable to hide the unbridled pain that etches its way onto his features at the words.

But, you don’t seem phased.

In fact, you don’t seem much like yourself at all.

The soft glow of your light is replaced with a murky darkness; soiled by anger and the bubbling desire for vengeance and all of it is directed towards the copper haired male with a heart like coal and a soul filled to the brim with ash. “Get in the water.” You command.

“I am immune to your witchcraft, demon.” Beron scoffs your way, attempting to deflect the shake of his voice with the accusatory finger pointed to the High Lord of Night tucked safely behind his brothers. “Control your bitch or I will.”

Azriel pushes back the need to retaliate, golden eyes sliding from the male to the woman he loved; a woman who exuded unbridled feminine rage the longer you allowed such power to flow through you—power you always kept so bottled up, so contained. Soothed into submission by your kindness and grace, the love you shared with friend and stranger alike; all unleashed from the conclaves of their confinement. Az’s grip on Truthteller tightens and it’s a true test of will to tear his gaze away long enough to address Beron once more. “What did you do?”

The Autumn Courts High Lord goes still. The air seems to thin, the water bristling against the rocky shore; howling, shouting, demanding to rise—to bend at your will and follow out the revenge you seeked. “Tell them,” Your voice ebbs through the space between you, unnaturally controlled, unusually low and unbearably empty. “Tell them what you did to me and maybe I’ll show mercy.”

“I did nothing.”

A guard sucks in a shaky breath, sweat lacing his brow and it takes no more than a second before he’s released hold of his weapon and drops to the ground on his knees. “Forgive me.” He begs, hands pressed together as if he were praying. “I-I’m so sorry. So, so sorry.” Cassian regards Azriel with a sharp look, crimson Syphons brewing with power as every cell in his body screamed that something terrible was going to happen—that something terrible had happened and they were too late. Forced to stand by, frozen as you were molded into a woman they could hardly recognize. The pretty blue dress you’d left in is torn, ruined fabric sagging in ribbons, showing off collarbones covered in bruises shaped like fingerprints, in cuts that healed before their very eyes. Soaked hair hangs past your shoulders, dripping down your back as the wind whipped through what remained of your clothes. “I beg of you, please, have mercy.”

The apology does no good and before Cassian can work up a plan to get Rhysand as far away as possible, you’re already wrapping them in a dome of water so crystal clear it’s like glass; shielding them from your rage while providing a front row seat to the events long since forged in stone. “Rhys, can you get in her head?”

“I don’t have to,” Rhysand responds barely above a whisper, violet eyes so pale, pupils so pinpricked as the events were shoved at him at an upresendented speed. You, arriving as planned, joining the High Lord privately for dinner when the two sips of wine began to have your body feeling like a whole night of binging at Rita’s with the girls. The images project onto the other, Cass and Az watching with bated breath as they looked through your eyes, felt your disorientation, the fear, the disgust when hands roamed over your body. It took everything for Azriel not to break, to unleash horrors upon Beron Vanserra and every male involved as he watched you beg for them to let you go. Your shoes left in a hallway in your struggle, soft skin and prettily painted toes marred by the rough tugging, the crude remarks and sick promises to kill you quick.

Cassian’s stomach churns, food curdling from within when he feels you strain against the water, as they held you down and left you there long after your hands went limp.

They could feel the power within you, pumping back life into the tiny sliver of hope left, expelling the water from your lungs and replacing that beacon of light with something the High Lord of Autumn better understood. “Get in the water,” You say once more, stepping closer and the crashing waves seem to move with you, lapping at your bare feet, salving over aches and bruises.

“Or what?” He spits, struggling to grapple into whatever control he had left but his vile tone holds no weight in comparison to you and cold expression settling into your eyes.

“Or I’ll raise the tides so high, all of Autumn Court will die.” There’s no bite in your words, only pure promise; steps strong and filled with an uncapped power so strong it seemed to throb. The bustling waves behind you climb higher and higher, so high the skyline is blocked; so high that nothing else existed behind you but such torrential oceans filled with its creatures that thrashed and snapped their jaws to do as you pleased. “Say the words, Beron. Tell them what you did to me.” Azriel’s feels it before he sees it; the bubbling emotions, the swelling power inside of you coming to a head and begging to explode. “Say it!” You demand so furiously the same guard on his knees visibly flinches, thick streams of tears trailing down his aged face as his back bows in submission before their very eyes.

He sings like a canary, confessing to following their High Lords orders of sending the Night Court a message for foolishly in believing in peace. The male professes how one of the cooks were told to lace the wine to subdue her. He musters up the decency to spare the shadowsinger a pleading glance, spilling out useless apologies and promises to never do it again—how disgusted he felt harming a female; one who was so sweet and gentle but orders were orders.

No one speaks, the other guards eyes are as wide as saucers, mouths parted in utter shock as they await the repercussions of the confession; trembling like branches in the wind under the suffocating pressure of your power.

Beron doesn’t pay the sobbing male swathed in armor any mind. Instead, he’s trained on the fellow High Lord—borderline desperate in his command. “Control her. Please.”

“It’s all about control with you, isn’t it, Beron?” Each step closer has your nose curling in disgust, lip quirking in a snarl. “I should fix that.” Wind whistles around furiously, snatching through auburn hair and ripping the overly expensive cloak right from his shoulders. True terror sets root in cruel eyes and the hairs on the back of Beron’s neck raises; primal instincts warning him of impending danger—of inevitable doom. “I’ll make tidal waves so profound that both your wife and your sons will drown.”

“Seize her,” Beron spits, snapping out the words so fiercely that spittle shoots free but even his own protection detail realizes who’s really in control here and not one of them moves to appease the order. “Threatening a High Lord and his family is punishable by death.”

Birds screech their caws of great displeasure, wings fluttering furiously against the trees in such a frenzy that leaves fall free; taunting the end of one reign and the beginnings of another. You don’t feed into his poor attempts of deflecting, his words entering one ear and flying out the other. “You mistake my threats for bluff,” Swords clatter to the ground, Autumn soldiers sharply turning on the balls of their feet with full intent to run—to rush back to their wives and children for the false feeling of safety. You allow them a few strides as a kindness before unleashing the torrential downpour upon them; sweeping each one clean off their feet in their fancy armor. “You have lived more than enough.” Shades of deep red and burnt orange fight uselessly against the angry seas, rough tides swallowing up the soldiers garbled screams and washing them away.

Beron chokes on the salty water, legs pumping furiously against the current, his eyes burning and lungs filling with the catastrophic affects of your anger. “Stop!” His cheeks turn red, the veins in his neck straining against tanned skin and you find yourself fixating on the way his hands claw at his throat—fighting for the slightest gasp of oxygen.

“Did you stop when I begged?” The oceans cover land with ease, seeping past the borders with full intent to make good on your promises on destroying every inch of Autumn territory. “When I screamed for you to just please let me go?” Deep red shifts to an unusual shade of purple, water seeps from his nose and his eyes all but bulge out of the socket.

Choked noises sputter from Beron’s lips, an arm desperately clutching around the base of a tree to keep from being washed up. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not,” The water parts for you, allowing you a perfect path to the High Lord and you take your sweet time watching his struggle—his disarray. He looks so utterly boyish this way, his hair soaked over his forehead, lashes dark and clustered together under the force of ocean spray smacking at his cheeks like a million microscopic needles. “But, you will be.”

Eerie voices sing their song, layering over the other in a plethora of different pitches until Beron’s head snaps from side to side, eyes searching frantically for the source but he realizes too late.

Water wraiths and their siren sisters cut through the cool waters like a sword through the wind, their webbed fingers eager to grab at the deviant of a man responsible for savagely murdering countless of their brothers and sisters in cold blood just for sport. One of them pause, the features of her face rippling with the tide but there’s no mistaking the respectful nod of her head—one that you return.

You don’t linger to watch the rest, your anger fizzling out and all that’s left is the desire to go home and spend a whole week hidden in the sheets with your mate. If he’d still have you after all this. Bare feet trudge against the ground until you stand before your family, the barrier lowered. You can’t meet their eyes, the wounds too raw and their pity too palpable but the familiar comfort of cool shadows drape over you, evaluating and assessing before relaying their findings back to their master. “I—“

Azriel’s body collides with yours before the whole sentence can even form, strong arms wrapping you up and tugging you as close as he could. His hands go over every inch of you, muttering under his breath about how he’d never let you out of his sight again. “You’re okay,” His shoulders visibly relax, when he can’t find a hint of damage on you—not even a bruise. “Thank gods you’re okay.”

Your eyes slide past him, lips pursing as you prepared yourself for whatever came next. You’d killed a High Lord—there’s no chance anyone would just let that go. “Rhysand, I—“

“You didn’t do anything,” He swiftly cuts in, regarding you fondly even if his stomach swells with guilt at the thought of being the one who put you in harms way in the first place. “You’re safe and that’s all that matters.”

For now.

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sugurouge · 6 months ago

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— your eyes on my body : kunigami rensuke x f!reader

contains! — mdni: smut, pet names (succubus, sweetheart, love), praise, body worship @ kunigami, size kink/difference, manhandling, teasing, a pinch of dumbification if you squint — 2.3k words

❝ Worship me, make you believe I'm what you need. So beg, darlin', please, baby, don't lie, it's okay that you crave me. Your eyes on my body, you're shaking, get high on me for you're forsaken.❞

summary: kunigami sucks at accepting compliments. even after all his personal growth, he still struggles with the same quirk years later. so when you suddenly feel the need to put the focus on him and make him feel flustered like a teenager all over again, the best course of action is to leave you unable to form a coherent thought in return

Across the rooftop, you watch him grab another drink at the bar counter. Shamelessly, you admire just how good he looks: slightly tanned skin, fitted black trousers that emphasise his strong legs and nice butt. A small smile tugs at your lips as your eyes roam his figure, appreciating how broad his back appears in that tight white button-down shirt. Then he turns around—

Someone walks in front of your vision, another guy, shorter, with shoulders that aren’t half as nice as Kunigami’s. Suddenly, there is a frown on your face. “I just saw you standing here alone and thought about keeping you company,” he says.

You only hum as you lean slightly sideways to get a glimpse of your beloved. The three buttons you convinced him to leave open your reward this very moment: The sun casts a perfect glow on the crevices of his chiselled chest, his dainty golden necklace shining in the rays of light, and those beautiful auburn eyes zeroing in on the guy in front of you.

A big hand lands on the other man’s nape. You would almost feel sorry if the size difference between the two didn’t turn you on so much. Kunigami’s grip tightens a little; he enjoys the stiffening of the guy’s shoulders as he redirects him to move sideways. Leaning into the frame to force eye contact, a gentle smile is plastered on his lips. “You’re not pretty enough to be talking to her, you know.”

You could have taken him right on the spot. Instead, you press your lips shut, biting down on your inner cheek to stop a grin from spreading across your face. He looks so good. And he’s all yours.

Once the intruder is gone, you take the cocktail from Kunigami’s hand. Your free hand rests on his neck, tugging him down to kiss him like you’re parched, with a hunger as if nobody else is watching. You leave him fully overwhelmed, his body stiffening in response, but how could he pass up on that chance? His hands claim your waist, holding you close and prolonging the kiss until your knees grow weak.

“So, you think you’re pretty enough for me?” you tease, recalling the words he used earlier. Rensuke’s eyes dodge yours, a slight pink hue dusting his cheeks now that he thinks about it. He’s never been the best at giving himself credit, nor at taking it. “Well, I think you’re very attractive,” you whisper before giggling at his adorable reaction.

The hunger for your partner kept your mind wide awake during the late afternoon until you finally arrived home. Kunigami, instead, is all but ready to get comfortable and wind down for the night. Yet, he is well aware of the clicking of your heels that follow him into your little walk-in closet, and you hum a sound of discontent to gain his attention.

“Ren,” you drawl his name softly, feigning a pout as you stand in front of him and let your hands dip beneath his button-down. Nails drag along his chest as you rise up on your toes to close the distance between your bodies. He leans in instinctively, the tips of your noses brushing for a second, but when he moves to kiss you, you turn around to offer him the zipper of your dress instead. Kunigami obliges, he's eager to watch the dress pool around your ankles, his eyes raking over your legs, ass, and the frilly panties you wear until your eyes meet again.

The challenge is starting to drain the blood from his brain. How is he supposed to maintain eye contact when you turn around with your arms resting at your sides? You win this game every time.

Auburn eyes flick down to appreciate the shape of your breasts, how they bounce as you step closer until they press against his body. “Baby,” you whisper, “where’s your decency, hm?”

“You’re playing with me too much; you know what you’re doing,” He shoots back, finally able to look at your face again. You can see how dilated his pupils have become.

“I’m sorry, I’ll behave, okay? I’ll be nice,” you tease. But your moves are anything but nice: a hand sneaks between your bodies to palm his growing erection. You love the way you feel him getting bigger because of you. Glossed lips stain his neck and chest as Kunigami’s head leans back slightly to offer you more room, a hum of content vibrating in his chest. “You’re so attractive,” you whisper into his skin while your hands unbuckle his belt.

If it wasn’t for his own hands that stop you, holding you in place as he leans down to kiss you for a moment, you would have continued your advances. “Stop saying that,” he gently protests, a slight frown highlighting his confusion.

“But you are. And I don’t tell you enough—”

He interrupts quickly, clearly bothered, “You tell me plenty.”

“You have no idea how hot you are, Ren,” you challenge back, while you both are staring at each other for a good moment. Silence hangs heavy in the room as he struggles with the compliment, a slight cringe inevitable. “I mean it, do you—”

Your words are cut off as Kunigami throws you over his shoulder, adjusting your body like you weigh nothing until you rest comfortably. A firm spank to your ass makes it impossible not to whine at the impact; he can practically see how your thighs are pressing together.

That’s better.

Or so Kunigami thought. Unfortunately for him, you start all over again on your shared walk to the bedroom. “That guy earlier, he stood no chance compared to you. Nobody stands a chance! Ouch!” The rambling, the compliments—it's all a bit much with so much blood flowing to his cock. The best course of action is to bite into your ass cheek, deep enough to leave an imprint of his teeth. The sudden impact has you grasp onto his shirt, tears brimming in your eyes from the stinging pain and running free once your back meets the mattress.

Kunigami stands at the edge of the bed, rough fingers holding your ankle while he unbuckles the little straps of your shoes before throwing them aside.

His hands roam over the back of your thighs, pressing them into your sides as he leans in above you, his mouth attaching to your neck before littering your upper body with kisses. “You talk too much,” he mumbles between sloppy kisses and licks, his trail leading down your stomach to your soaked panties.

“Ren! Just—” you're unable to finish the thought as he drags the tip of his nose along your pussy, shamelessly inhaling your sweet scent and moaning against your wet panties. Those cute little whimpers are much better than any compliment, Kunigami thinks to himself. You look adorable when you're struggling so much. One finger on each side hooks around your panties to pull them off, allowing him to admire your messy state in the sheets, your cute cunt glistening and begging.

A foot presses against his chest as he leans down, desperately trying to keep him off you. “You make it impossible for me to look after you,” you complain, but it nearly falls on deaf ears. All Kunigami can think of is making that pretty mouth of yours unable to talk so much. His fingers wrap around your ankle, lips returning to kiss your skin up to your knee while his middle finger drags along your puffy lips.

Your thighs close around his fingers, your own hand reaching for his wrist to bring the slick-drenched finger up to your lips, tongue licking up your juices until you pop two of his digits into your mouth, mimicking what you could do for his painfully hard cock.

A sigh of defeat leaves Kunigami’s lips as he gives you room to crawl up on your knees, nimble fingers unbuttoning his dress shirt before your mouth leaves marks of pink and purple on his abs, teeth grazing his skin to distract him from the zipper of his pants. Kunigami cradles the back of your head, thumbing your neck gently, a silent urge you know too well.

“So needy for me, makes you only more attractive,” you chuckle to yourself, but any fight he would put up is forgotten once Rensuke looks down to witness you lick a greedy strip of his length, from base to tip, tightening his muscles and leaving his head spinning. “Succubus,” he groans. You're so pretty when you look up at him like that.

“Just wanna make you feel good,” you hum innocently before inviting him into your mouth, your warm, wet tongue pressing against the underside of his heavy cock as you put on a show for him. Moaning against him, coating him in your spit, you make it impossibly easy for him to move his hips.

A mixture of pre and spit trickles down your chin as he picks up the pace, your watery eyes unwavering as you witness him falling apart. The stinging sensations of your nails against the frail skin of his thighs make the coil in his stomach nearly snap. How could he not pull you forward, forcing your lips flush against his crotch as he crumbles apart?

Heavy breaths and deep moans fan your back as he towers above your frame. “Doing so fucking well, you drive me insane,” he manages to pant, trusting you to swallow every drop of his cum.

Once you pull back, you’re left breathless, lungs begging for air as you stare up at Rensuke wide-eyed. Your eyes follow the drips of sweat highlighting his firm frame, watching how he pumps his half-hardened cock again. You lick the remaining cum off your lips with one swipe before parting your lips. “You’re so pretty it hurts.” Fuck, that little whine to your voice might just take away the last of his sanity.

He is on you in a second, your legs pressed into your chest to allow him to enter you deep without much of a challenge. To watch your eyes roll into the back of your head and hear your moans and complaints of “‘s too big” like anytime Rensuke’s greed overtakes him. “You’ll manage,” he pants into your neck, without room for consideration since his hips are already pulling back, “you always take me,” his lips enclose around your collarbone, sucking on your skin as he thrusts into you. The smacking of skin, the air being knocked out of your lungs—yes, that’s right. No silly compliments, no teasing, just his good girl getting fucked until she can’t form a sentence anymore. If Rensuke could, he’d go deeper, hold you tighter, drown in you.

One firm grip turns you around, the palm of his hand on the small of your back to force you into an arch as his thighs keep your legs apart. His cock rubs along your folds, teasing your clit with every roll of his hips. “Ren, please, you can’t—” another spank has you pushing your hips into him, pussy begging to be stuffed again. “Can’t tease you, huh? Only you can be a pain,” Kunigami finishes the sentence for you.

“Only a moment ago you said I’m too big,” he mocks your whiny tone, his chuckle tickling you as he kisses along your tired form, large hands resting on top of your own while his body leans like a blanket above yours. “Suddenly you’ve gotten all quiet again. I’m wondering where your compliments are now?” he cocks an eyebrow, eyes looking into yours as his lips kiss your shoulder. He won’t even hide his shit-eating grin as he watches your tired expression, “Head stuffed with my cock as well?”

Oh, but it’s not nice of you to turn your head the other way, not when you have a man like Kunigami, who can just wrap a hand around your stomach to pull you up into his broad chest. “Sweetheart,” he continues his ministrations, large palm cupping your tit, fingertips pinching your nipples while he draws lazy patterns into your clit until he makes you whine, until you finally react to him again. “You wanna cum on my cock?” he whispers into your ear, licking a nasty strip along your neck before nibbling on your skin. “Y-yes, yes, I do, I do!” If you weren’t so desperate to finally feel bliss, you’d elbow him for the chuckle that follows. “Why don’t you tell me earlier then?”

He lets you fall onto the mattress, trusting you can catch your own fall, as his hands are already on your hips. Holding you nice and open so he may position himself in front, your begging pussy once more stuffed to the brim by his cock. The soft patterns being drawn into your skin by his thumbs are a farce, so different from the abuse he puts on your cunt.

Handling your body himself rather than making you move, he brings you back down on his length each time he is pulling out again. You moan into the duvets, tears and smeared makeup staining the fabric, but he couldn’t care less for that mess if you look this good. If he can watch your ass bounce with each thrust, watch it jiggle thanks to the force he uses to keep you creaming around him. “Just like that, come on, you know how to let go for me,” he encourages as you tighten around him again and again, only missing a tiny push. His hips snap against yours, balls smacking your clit each time as blunt nails bruise your hips. As your eyes fall shut and your legs tremble, his soft voice rings in your mind, praising you, “You’re so pretty when you cum for me, love.”

“Ren,” you sigh his name like a sweet symphony, so cute when you say his name like that. Kunigami holds you, your legs unable to keep up with his movements as his thrusts are unrelenting for his own high. But when he cums, he pulls you close, hiding himself in the crook of your neck, moans being soaked up by your skin before falling to his side, cock nestled inside you as he strokes your tired figure.

“You’re really hot,” you can’t help but mumble, always needing to have the final say. The defeated sound coming from Rensuke brings a smile to your lips, a grumbled thanks the only acknowledgement you will receive for tonight.

a/n: writing this felt like a fever dream | dividers by @/cafekitsune

#blue lock x reader #kunigami smut #blue lock smut #blue lock imagines #rensuke kunigami smut #bllk smut #kunigami rensuke x reader smut #kunigami rensuke smut #about.ren #cw size kink #─ .✦ winter's words

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soulwrencher · 3 months ago

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nur du und ich laufen ins nichts.

summary: you get injured while on patrol and ellie takes care of you <3

brown boots and glistening snow crunching underneath. your socks are getting wet from all the snow escaping the big white landscape into the little holes of your broken-down boots. were her feet cold too? you notice your hands clenching around the straps of your bag pack, the gloves weren't keeping you warm, nor did your socks.

but you forget about it as fast as the thought occurs to you, ellie's voice fills the air, your eardrums making ahold of it first before the snow completely absorbs her words.

and while it was only a 'look at that big ass tree!' you couldn't help but smile, maybe her silly comments were enough to keep your limbs warm.

"you want me to go hug that tree?" you ask, giggles lacing your voice as ellie simply shrugs and scoffs in response. it'd only been the third time you went on patrol with ellie, and while she didn't want to admit it, it didn't take long for her to warm up to you.

and then ellie looks your way, the soft strokes of your face never go unnoticed as you're facing away from her, looking into the distance. she couldn't make any sense of why today out of all days, all her attention was drawn to you. it could just be the sedating snow making you stand out, she thinks to herself. maybe this one time, it was okay for her to fool around on patrol, just this once. and how could she say no anyway, no to those soft eyes of yours?

"i guess you could do it," she says, chuckling as she watches you take off sprinting towards the big pine tree.

however, you screaming in agonizing pain as something pierces through your foot was not what you imagined under 'going to see the biggest tree ever up close', and neither did ellie. you watch her run up to you, concern and worry plastering her face. solicitous eyes are looking your way, and your way only, not that it mattered or numbed the pain in any way.

luck was never your best friend, so of course you had to unconsciously move your toes, making you wince in pain, tears threatening to fall.

ellie wasn't even running that fast but she almost tripped over coming to your help.

"are you okay?" she pants, both of her hands are grabbing the sides of your shoulders. her eyes were rummaging around, looking for answers, hoping for you to be okay. please be okay.

"i think something went through my foot," you answer with your voice low, the pain of your freezing toes and injured foot made it hard to focus. you are too ashamed to look her into the eyes, they are glued to the ground.

she just nods, eyebrows furrowed as she turns around to search through her bag pack.

"i'm sorry, i should've walked carefully through the snow, it's so high, i don't understand—" she stops messing with her bag and turns back to you, eyes searching for yours.

"hey," she says softly as she takes a step closer. you take a deep breath and look back up to her. she cups your face, hands trembling, which you only notice now. only now you notice that her voice is shaking, that her breath is staggering. you should've noticed earlier. but how, when her cold thumbs were wiping your tears ever so softly?

"it's okay, it's my fault anyway, can you walk?" she asks. she hasn't stopped holding you close, in fact your chest was brushing against hers and her fingers were starting to dig through the thick fabric. you nod, you've never been this close to her before.

"careful," the auburn-haired woman says while wrapping her arm around your waist, tightening her grip around your hip. you inhale sharply as you try to step forward, but ellie stops you. she gestures at you to stay where you are as she leaps over behind you, to the tree, digging in the snow.

ellie's mind is working at full speed, she can't remember a single time where she had been this worked up over something, well, over someone.

she just couldn't help beating herself up over the fact that you got hurt while being with her, and fuck she's been nervous too, is it okay for her to get this close to you? ellie couldn't even ignore the burning feeling underneath her fingertips as she was holding your face, but maybe it was just the cold burning her fingers, not her want for more, more of you.

it didn't take her long to finish and come back, but the pain was taking a toll on you, you were tired of standing too, tears were streaming down your face as you try to sob in silence.

her eyes once again wander all over you, from head to toe, from fresh to dried up teardrop. she gently places your arms around her neck, resting her hands on your waist.

"now hold on tight," she says, her hands squeezing you a little.

"i'm taller than you and heavy," you reply. ellie completely disregards that, resulting her to almost tumble over and hit her head against the tree as she lets you down on the spot she just dug. for a second you were able to forget the excruciating pain and laugh, laugh about how cute she was for turning bright red and avoiding eye contact. and it made her laugh too.

but now you were sitting on the cold ground, ellie mustering your foot, well your boot, it was bad, real bad.

"i'll just disinfect it and wrap it until we go back," you say, finally being able to sit made this all a little more bearable. she scoots closer to you, close enough to feel her breath on your skin.

"let me take care of it," she pleads, strands falling out of her half bun. you look into her eyes, you couldn't read what she was thinking but the look on her face was enough to make your heart beat faster.

"okay," you reply, brushing the lose strands of her auburn hair behind her ear. ellie reaches for the side of your face, stroking you slightly, not letting you out of sight once. she just wants to make it all better.

a/n: i'm done writing this for today lol but if this does well enough i'm actually up for making this into a mini series!!! also i've been watching arcane the past few days so... i got inspired ;)

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prettymfwrites · 3 months ago

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Ink & Flannels

Tattoo artist Ellie x female reader

Cute girl in a flannel gives you a sweet thigh tat

Inspired by a lil dream I had about a special someone

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Ink and Flannels

The waiting area smelled faintly of antiseptic and citrus, the low hum of a machine buzzing from the back of the studio. Y/N shifted nervously in her seat, absentmindedly flipping through a worn-out portfolio filled with intricate designs. The sound of a door creaking open drew her attention, and a deep, steady voice broke through the quiet atmosphere.

“Y/N?”

She looked up, and her breath caught in her throat. Standing in the doorway was a striking woman in a flannel shirt rolled up to her elbows, revealing a sleeve of intricate leaf-like tattoo climbing her arm. Her auburn hair was messy, and her green eyes sparkled with a quiet confidence as she held a clipboard in one hand.

“That’s me,” Y/N said, standing up and smoothing her hands down her skirt.

Ellie smiled, the kind that made her dimples show. “Follow me.”

Y/N trailed after her, her eyes lingering on the tattoos that wrapped around Ellie’s forearm. The detail was breathtaking, but her gaze kept getting distracted by the way Ellie’s muscles flexed beneath her flannel.

They reached a room in the back with a cozy, creative vibe. Posters and sketches plastered the walls, and a faint smell of ink filled the air. Ellie gestured toward the chair in the center.

“Take a seat. You nervous?” she asked, pulling on a pair of black gloves and setting her clipboard down.

“A little,” Y/N admitted as she perched on the edge of the chair.

“First time?” Ellie asked, pulling out her tools and prepping the machine.

Y/N shook her head. “No, I’ve got a back piece—a songbird.”

Ellie paused for a moment, glancing up at her. “A songbird? That’s pretty cool. Does it mean something to you?”

“It reminds me of my mom,” Y/N said softly. “She loved song birds. Always said they were free spirits.”

Ellie’s expression softened as she nodded. “That’s beautiful.”

Y/N felt her cheeks warm under Ellie’s gaze, but before she could dwell on it, Ellie snapped on the machine.

“So, thigh tattoo, huh?” Ellie said, quirking a brow. “That’s a good spot. You ready?”

Y/N nodded, and Ellie got to work, her gloved hand steady as she began the design. The sensation of the needle against her skin made Y/N flinch slightly, her muscles tensing.

“Hey,” Ellie said, her voice low and soothing. “It’s okay, pretty. Relax for me.”

The nickname sent Y/N’s heart racing, and she tried to will herself to stay calm. Ellie’s touch was firm yet gentle, and her presence was somehow reassuring.

“You’re doing great,” Ellie said after a moment, her eyes flicking up to meet Y/N’s. “Just let me know if you need a break.”

“Thanks,” Y/N murmured, her voice quieter than she intended.

As Ellie worked, she kept up the conversation, her tone light and teasing.

“So, what do you do when you’re not getting cool tattoos from me?”

Y/N chuckled. “I work in marketing. Not as exciting as being a tattoo artist.”

Ellie smirked. “You’d be surprised. Some days it’s less ‘art’ and more babysitting drunk walk-ins.”

Y/N laughed. “I’m sure you handle it like a pro.”

Ellie grinned. “Oh, I do. But enough about me—what made you want this tattoo?”

Y/N shrugged, though her voice was earnest. “It’s just... something I’ve wanted for a while. A little reminder to be brave, you know?”

Ellie nodded, her expression thoughtful as she worked.

As the session went on, Ellie’s teasing grew bolder. At one point, she glanced up and quirked a brow. “You’re surprisingly calm now. Guess I have that effect on people.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. “You’re really full of yourself, aren’t you?”

Ellie chuckled. “Only when I’m right. Besides, you’re in my chair. That means I win.”

Y/N smirked. “Win what?”

“Everything,” Ellie shot back with a wink.

Y/N’s heart did a little flip at that. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m single, too,” Ellie added casually, as if it were an afterthought.

Y/N raised a brow. “Really? I’m surprised. You’re the typical hot masc.”

Ellie stopped the machine and looked at her, amused. “Hot masc, huh? Does that mean you think I’m hot?”

Y/N tilted her head, feigning nonchalance. “You’re like a six, maybe.”

Ellie laughed, shaking her head. “A six? Wow. Brutal.”

“What would you rate me, then?” Y/N challenged, her tone playful.

Ellie set the machine down for a moment, her green eyes locking onto Y/N’s. “You’re a very pretty girl, Y/N.”

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up. “How pretty?”

Ellie leaned back, a slow smile spreading across her face. “So pretty, I’d like to take you out after this.”

Y/N’s stomach flipped, and she couldn’t fight the grin spreading across her lips. “I’d love to.”

Ellie’s eyes sparkled, and she turned back to her work, her movements steady and confident. “Good. Now sit still, pretty girl. Can’t have my future date walking around with a crooked tattoo.”

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jasmines-library · 11 months ago

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I know i’ve already sent in a lot of requests, i practically live in your inbox(not sorry), but i just wanted to know if you could whip up some really angsty stuff?

Maybe something with reader being on patrol and she just randomly passes out and just won’t wake up again?

idk, i’m just craving your content😞🙏

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Note: Anything for you my love. Dont feel bad for sending them in, i smile everytime your name is in my inbox. sorry for the wait. :))

Warnings: Poison/drugging, passing out, needles, ivs but non graphic

Word Count: 1.3k

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There it was again. That funny feeling. You couldn’t quite place it, but it tickled the back of your mind. Physically, you felt fine. There was just something off about the whole night. Tim was running alongside you, the soles of his boots making little to no noise as he weaved nimbly down the street. Dick was slightly ahead; you were watching his six.The three of you were currently pursuing Poison Ivy, who royally pissed off, was threatening to release a batch of poisons into the water supply; naturally, it was your job to try and stop her before she could actually get there. Batman was also in pursuit, but he was coming from the other side of the city which meant that the chances of you and your brothers stopping Ivy before she got there were pretty high.

You had almost caught up with Ivy when it happened. You could see her ahead, her torn clothes flapping against the winds that whipped between the skyscrapers and whistled down the alleyways. You pushed yourself to run faster, feeling the burn in your calves as you raced towards her auburn figure. You would have caught her if you didn’t catch a glimpse of one of her goons perched on a window ledge. It was dark, but you could practically see his crooked grin as he leered down at the three unsuspecting vigilantes. By the time you had realised what was actually happening, it was too late.

The needle dug deep into your neck, with such a blunt force that you would have yelped if you didn’t have the sense to plaster your hand over your lips. It stung and would most certainly leave a bruise later. But what worried you was not, the soon to be bruise, but the groggy sensation that began to settle over you.

Blindly reaching for the syringe, you pulled it from your neck with a grunt. It clattered to the floor. Everything seemed to swim before you in a mix of colours. It made you feel sick. And suddenly your body felt numb, stubborn limbs refusing to move how they normally would. You lurched forward stumbling and trying to grip onto the wall to keep yourself upright. It was hardly any use though; whatever they had stuck you with made it nearly impossible to tell which way was up as your world span. You had fallen behind, moving without a coherent thought as you tried to keep up with the speck that you thought was Tim. Everything was too loud, but you could make out no sounds, just a piercing ringing.

“R’vn…” Someone was talking to you. You weren’t even aware you had stopped and hands swam in front of your face. Touching. Someone was touching you; their hands were against your shoulders trying to keep you upright. But who…

There was no face in front of you. Only a mangled mess of colours and an echo of your code name frantically falling from their lips. They were trying to get you to respond, to say anything but your eyes and glassed over and your limbs had fallen limp in against the stone wall you had been stumbling against.

And then your body gave up completely.

Tim had to scramble to catch your body as you keeled over, ragdolling into his arms with limbs splayed out in each direction. He cursed, panicked and settled you down on the ground to stand over you. Wide eyed, he pressed the emergency signal on his coms, praying that Dick would get to you quickly and that Batman was close enough to catch Ivy.

He tried your name again, shaking you by the shoulders. There was no response; your head just lolled to the side. It was then that he realised your body was hot. Far too hot. He struggled to get off his glove before pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. You didn’t even stir.

“Son of a bitch.” Dick skidded to a stop beside his brother, palling at the sight of you on the ground. “What happened?”

“I-i don’t know. She was fine one minute and the next she practically collapsed against the wall-” Tim stuttered, unable to keep his composure. Usually, he was the one with the steady hand they could all rely on, but now he was completely short circuiting.

With a curt nod, Dick tried to shake you awake, calling your name.

“I tried that.” Tim stated.

Dick nearly snapped at his brother for making an irritating statement when he saw the lines spider-webbing up your neck. They were thin and black, spindling out like branches of a tree devoid of its leaves. Twisting your head gently to the side, Dick revealed it to Tim who swallowed thickly.

“Drugged?” He asked meekly.

Dick shook his head. “Poisoned.”

Tim shifted his vision anxiously between Dick and you. His head perked up when something clattered off to their right. Dick was up in an instant, standing over you with his escrima sticks flickering with their angry blue charge. Tim reddied his bo staff.

“Go find them.” Nightwing ordered, standing over you protectively. “I’ll watch her.”

Tim darted off for a moment as the older boy watched you with shifty eyes, hardly relaxing when he returned a few moments later. By that time you had begun sweating and your skin had grown clammy and gaunt .When he looked at him with optimistic eyes, the younger boy shook his head.

“Nothing. But I did find this.” He produced a small syringe filled with a dark green liquid. The one you had pulled frantically from your neck.

“Good! That's good.” Dick exclaimed, taking a shaky breath. “We need to get her back to the cave. Page Alfred. Get him to prepare the infirmary.”

“On it.”

Sliding his hands under your body, he scooped up your limbs with ease. “Hang in there, kiddo.”

“Get her on the bed, quick.”

Alfred was on the two boys as soon as he heard the cave entrance fling open. Dick was sling clinging to you as he bustled through the door, hot on Tim’s heels who forced everyone out of the way. They all watched you with worried creases etched onto their complexions.

Dick lay you down on the bed. As soon as he was out of the way Alfred was replacing the empty space beside you, inspecting the spread of the poison. It had now begun to crawl down your arms and up the side of your face. Your features seemed sunken and your heart rate was dangerously slow.

He reached for a needle of his own, sliding it into your skin before hooking you up to an IV.

“What’s that?” Tim asked. His voice wavered.

“Hopefully an antidote and some fluids to flush it out of her system. Babs managed to analyse the sample you sent over. The poison is lethal, but because she managed to pull it out before the whole thing entered her system, we think this should help.”

“And if it doesn't?” Jason’s voice asked from where he had been lingering in the doorway.

“Let's hope it does.”

It took much longer than they had hoped for you to wake up, but nevertheless you did. Slowly but surely you cracked open your eyes and blinked at them groggily. It seemed that Alfred and Babs had been spot on; the antidote worked, but it made everyone nervous to think that if you hadn’t pulled out the toxin when you had, the situation could have been very different. Damian cringed at the thought.

They had all been there when you woke up. They had been taking it in turns to watch you because they couldn;t bear the thought of you waking up alone, but when Jason called out that you were stirring they all rushed to your side to sit with you.

It was nice to wake up with the all beside you, despite the fact that you felt like death. Probably because you had been so close to it.

Ivy was arrested and sent to Arkham without much of a second thought.Batman had caught her before she managed to release the rest of her poisons. She had made an attempt on your life. It was safe to say that she deserved jail time for that, though there was no saying how long she was actually going to stay there for.

The air was much lighter in the manor now that you were awake. You were still on bed rest for a short while, much to your protests and grumbling. But, luckily for you you were surrounded by a whole handful of people that wanted to do things for you that you didn’t even need help with. Not that you minded too much… Either way, they were there for you completely throughout your recovery, glad that you were going to be just fine.

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astralnymphh · 9 months ago

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ellie with a back or shoulder tattoo..❤️‍🔥

ct; blurb, sub!ellie with a tinge of attitude, beach day, massaging (ellie receiving), very suggestive, tattoo is mostly up for reader interpretation, slight pussy play (ellie receiving). period started in the middle of jotting this, so apologies if it became rushed! otherwise, HUZZAH! [ellie img from keaneq_ on pinterest]

for all nerd intents— it would maybe be a dragon. unsure what else would be on her back (perhaps something cosmic?), but all is up for interpretation! so particular with the placement, though; it would peak out from her tanks, buying her the reason to wear them more frequently. and of course— she does. if there's a way to keep your eyes on her, she most definitely will deploy that advantage. "see how sick my tat looks in this shirt, babe? damn, best decision ever." (starts flexing her arms like an idiot) anywho, a scenario, if you will: waves crashing near, seagulls squawking off ears, and the scent of damp sand everywhere— you're at the beach, secluded in secret. ellie suggested you find secrecy, and it was right off the bat that you located the perfect, boulder-walled cove. situating yourselves between those stone giants, you could talk, touch, tangle, and canoodle to your heart's fullest content. in seclusion, instead of wearing a tank, ellie had clad this black sports bra. intentionally; it flaunts her freckles, her lean shoulder muscles, her new tattoo— so deep and dense soaked in sunlight, glistening since you're giving her body quite the pat-down with sunscreen. goddess knows that pale girl depends on it.

right now, though, she need not wear anything on her torso at all. "fuck— that's the spot, oof," she rasps harshly, groans with pleasure into the netting of her beach chair. it just had to turn into a massage sesh. poor ellie works so hard to provide for you two. who's to say she doesn't need some tender touching care? you roll your thumbs along the sides of her nape, pushing and ruching her skin slow and sensual. ellie is convinced you were covertly trained for this. it feels like you are. "ah— babe, can you, uh, go lower?" her voice strains, and she reaches a hand back, nudging the band of her swim shorts downward. the tattoo's length is now revealed entirely, and it draws your pupils and fingertips to venture upon it. noticing where you two connect, you stare; her perky little butt had been pressed into your crotch for minutes now, and all the impulsive fibers in your brain wanted to do— was grope. but you palpate above it, acting unbothered. it serves for a bit, until ellie makes the usual sly and stupid remark about it, her tone clearer and louder, "enjoying the view? hmhm, 'can't say I let you do this too often." and you can feel the purpose hot on her flesh when she adjusts her hips, drives her ass a tad into your groin— so you grip one side. control filled that grip. it turns vice, and so does your question, "are you enjoying being touched here? seems like it." the top knuckles of your digits curling an inch under her pulled waistband. the auburn bun you shot gazes of daggers at just then, turns away so she can somewhat face you, given her position. playful eyes of green answer before her throat can, and they ring with the audacity to provoke you further. heavy-lidded, low-browed. "tchh— obviously. I did tell you to go lower," her tone laden in attitude, plastered with a shit-eating grin. now, ellie did tell you that, but her voice emphasized that you hadn't gone low enough. hadn't trailed past the tail of her tattoo.

pretty slick of her. it however, doesn't compete with the slickness you discovered leaking from her cunt. as one hand continued its caressing of her inked spine, the other ran fingertips over the fabric of her stygian shorts, slotting the damp material in-between her pussy lips, and stamping her clit down with your thumb. "mhh, huh, fuuck," through her whimpers, she freed a scoff; impatient-sounding, "is this all ur' gonna do? tease me?" the tight muscles of her thighs softly clench your wrist. you knit your brows at her, removing the pressure your thumb gave, "just admiring your back baby, be patient."

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moonalumi · 1 year ago

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first kiss w jackson ellie <3

“ellie kiss me…”

an- i wanted to do tlou universe but it ended up modern but i’ll probably make a pt 2 but GUYSS i love els so much guys especially jackson era like she’s so princess bookie baby bear cutie pie angel honey bun

stars litter the sky, moon being the only source of light in the scuffed up car belonging to an equally scuffed up auburn hair having girl who tonight; points out all the planets that are visible that night, to you.

“how can you not see it it’s so obvious!”

“ellie, im not a big ol nerd like you,” you say, sighing frustrated into your seat. ellie shortly following, “i’m not a nerd it’s just— whatever.” throwing her hand up in the air and resting them on the steering wheel.

“aww i’m sorry did i get you mad?” you tease, sitting up and leaning into her while a cheeky smile plastered on your face.

ellie’s eyes widen, her getting visibly nervous now at your closeness, “no no i’m not mad i’m sorry if i—“

giggling you put your hand on her arm, “calm down i’m just teasing you dork.”

she stifles a laugh then focusing her gaze at your hand now rubbing soft circles on her hand. then trailing up to stare at your lips. a comfortable silence takes over as fiddle with ellie’s fingers, and the rings (you picked out for her early in your friendship.)

and although the silence for you is comforting, ellie is flushed with nerves. the moment seems too intimate, too domestic, too loving. so whenever you find yourselves in quiet moments like these, she ruins it. by clearing her throat or teasing you. it’s no different this time, she’s quick to shut it down for the sole reason that she doesn’t think you’d ever long for her the way she does for you. she’s so stupid really because it’s so obvious to everyone that you’re in love with each other. maybe you can say infatuated with each other.

but of course, a clearing of a throat pulls you away from the trance of her touch, “i should take you home now before you parents kill me again for bringing you home late like last time” ellie chuckles, reaching for her keys to turn on the car.

“no no no wait—“ you push her hand away from the keys, “i wanna stay longer please!” desperation in your voice as you try admiring that cute confused face she has.

“what? why?” ellie stutters, trying to ignore the fact your eyes are looking at her like your in a trance.

“because i like..being with you”

you lean closer to her again. elbows resting on the middle car compartment. smiling at her softly.

ellie curses herself. how can she resist you when you smile at her like this? when your eyes look at her in a way you only ever do when alone together. frantically searching through her mind on a way to redirect this situation once again; she doesn’t even notice the fact she’s been staring at you this entire time. more particularly your lips.

“ellie, kiss me.”

her eyes flicker to yours. then back. and her hands are flying to cup your face to pull you in for a long awaited kiss.

her lips moving with yours. sucking in your bottom lip, covering it with her saliva. you involuntarily smile into the kiss, causing ellie to follow, causing a sweet tender calculated kiss turn to a sloppy, teeth clashing one.

pulling away with a big shmack, you both smile at each other. each other eyes reflecting pure admiration.

“you should’ve done that months ago.” ellie’s hands leave your face, shaking her head and letting out a little chuckle, “whyd i have to do it? you should’ve done that”

oh the teasing. it’ll never end between you two.

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bunniehrtz · 6 months ago

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introducing… PINK PONY CLUB!

molly’s new cowboy!sevika au!

this will work very similar to my mama!abby au (which will be returning!), where i’ll pump out some fics myself and will be taking lots and lots of requests!

i’m so excited to share this with you guys, and for us to work on it together. introductory chapter below the cut! enjoy!!!!!!!!! 🤠

the last drop was bustling, just like every friday night. the musk of oak mixed with whiskey filled the air. you turned your nose up at the smell. well, you would, if it wasn’t for her.

every seat was filled, every gap filled with another person and every glass filled with every liquor under the scorching sun. the pluck of the soft banjo being played contrasted with the deep, husky voices around you. one stood out in particular, it always did.

she stood tall. a good 6’2, you thought. you tried to look away, you tried to steer your eyes from her thick thighs clad perfectly in her jeans, the shine of her belt buckle made your mouth water and the way her toned biceps threatened to burst out of her button up shirt was just too much. the shadow of her hat casted faultlessly just over her heavy eyes. the same eyes flicked over to yours, causing you to immediately turn away, your cheeks red hot. you tried to suppress the thoughts of her thick fingers wrapped around the short glass she held with such power, the way you wished and wished it was you instead- “what’s a lovely lady like yourself doing, standing here all alone?”

an unfamiliar, unwanted voice interrupted your vulgar, yet constant thoughts. your arms crossed over one another, your weight being shifted from each leg as you tried to hide how much you wanted, no, needed the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

“i’m sorry, do we know each other?” you asked confused, looking up at the man before you. he stood around the same height as yourself, dark auburn hair tousled underneath a dirty hat. the smell that emanated from him was enough to make you physically grimace, your hand quickly covered your mouth to hide a smirk. a bewildered expression plastered on his face, he stutters. “n-no, but we will, darlin’.”

the scoff that left your throat was loud enough to catch sevika’s attention over the jarring music. you were so obviously uncomfortable, it filled sevika with an untold rage and before she realised, her glass was smacked down onto the bar as she shoved people out of her path to get over to you. to save you.

unbeknownst to you, sevika had had her eyes on you since you first strolled in through the saloon doors, three weeks ago. she had been admiring you every night you wandered in, racking her brain for an excuse to talk to you. just like you.

you were taken aback by the sudden feeling of a hat being placed on your head, an arm wrapped around your waist. you should’ve jumped away, should’ve stood your ground. you didn’t. instead, you looked up and gawked at the sight of sevika stood just behind you, the anger present in her eyes as she looked straight ahead into the man’s eyes, a good half a foot above him. he cowered almost immediately, his knees buckled as he leaned oh so casually against the wall. sevika shifted her gaze from his pathetic stance to your confused, glazed over eyes. “we got a problem here, dollface?”

stunned, you shook your head slightly, your mouth opened to speak before being rudely interrupted.

“no problem here, miss. run along,” he gestured his hand as to tell sevika to move from what’s hers. she patted your hip twice before removing her arm from around you, stepping towards the cowardly man slowly. his face dropped and turned a sickly pale as she towered over him, now stuck in the damp, dingy corner of the saloon. your gasp was barely audible over the sound of his incessant begging.

“i- i didn’t know! i didn’t know she’s yours, i promise!” yours? hers? what is happening?

the scene that played before you felt like you were seeing it in slow motion. you watched hazily as sevika threw him onto a table, watching how it broke and crumbled beneath him as she stood over him. her beaten up boot placed on his chest, your breath hitched in your throat as she bent down, her eyes narrowed as she spits.

“don’t come near my girl or my fuckin’ town ever again.”

you’re not sure how, but you found yourself in between sevika’s legs, herself sat on the now empty bar, in the now clear saloon. a warm rag in your hand, soaked in a makeshift antiseptic to clean the small gash she had received just under her left eye. you don’t remember having seen any punches, scratches or anything land on her face, you were not sure what you remember at all. it felt like a dream. she felt like a dream.

“you okay?” she asked, her voice hoarse as usual. you looked at her with raised eyebrows, shaking your head as you scoff.

“am i okay? you’re the one that got into a bar fight,” you joked back, a sympathetic look on your face as sevika winced at the pain of the antiseptic on the open wound.

“he’s a dick. he shouldn’t have talked to you. he shouldn’t have looked in your fuckin’ direction,” sevika muttered, not noticing the way your bottom lip slipped in between your teeth at her anger.

“all done. how you feeling?” placing the rag back into the bowl, you pushed it aside. sevika pushed herself off of her seat, standing tall in front of you. she pretended to not notice the way you tensed as she placed her hands on your hips, quizzically studying your face.

“let me take you out. tomorrow,” she ordered, nodding up at her hat still placed on your head.

“tomorrow…i think i’m busy,” you flashed a faux pout, only for it to be turned into a flustered smile as sev turns you both, your arms now wrapped around her shoulders.

“oh, you’re busy? doing what?”

“well, he said that ‘we will know each other, darlin’, so think i’m booked for tomorrow. so sad,” you jested, mirroring sevika’s smile as she breathily laughed once more, her eyes narrowed and she nods in artificial agreement.

“oh, i’m sure,” she whispered, leaning in to press a kiss to your soft lips. smiling against your mouth, she pulled away. she lifts her right hand up off your hip, knocking the brim of her hat down, a snort left her lips as it covers your eyes.

“keep this. looks good on you.”

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if you lie down with me || e.w.

summary: there's one thing you and ellie don't have in common: immunity.

warnings: not beta read, swearing, blood, canon typical violence, death by suicide, ellie has concerning ideations, smut, oral, scissoring, multiple orgasms, angst!, crying during sex, arguing, probably more

word count: 6k

a/n: i know, i'm sorry for using this photo 😭 actually i'm sorry i wrote this entire thing

The end never feels like the end, does it? When you wake in the morning, the air is as fresh as the day before and the sun streams through the window at the same angle. You smile fondly at the incessant banging on your door, and at her urging tone when she tells you to get out of bed. “We have patrol,” she says, like she's said a thousand times before. What makes today any different?

The gravel road feels the same as it crunches under your boots as she leads you to the gate. Her auburn hair shines the same in the light, the same way you've admired since you were fourteen and she had just settled in Jackson.

You were helping out in the library, arms full of books stacked above your head. You struggled trying to keep them up with one hand and shelve them with the other. She noticed you from the corner, where she sat with a pile of beaten comics and a Walkman. “Need some help?” she asked, standing up from her spot on the ground. She took half the books from your pile and put them wherever you told her. After, when you asked her about the comics she was reading, her face lit up and she knew that you'd be a part of her life until death. Finally, someone was interested in knowing her.

The friendly faces of the watchmen at the gate were the same as they were yesterday, a week ago, a month ago, a year. They waved at you and wished you good luck as you mounted your horse and rode alongside Ellie onto the trail. The way she shoved her pistol in her back pocket and slung her bow over her shoulders was always the same. The way your horse galloped evenly alongside Shimmer did not deviate from the norm.

When she spoke up, her words were usual.

“Look, babe. A hummingbird,” she said with glee, pointing to the frosty trees.

You smiled at her excitement. “Poor thing, it's so cold out.”

“Don't you remember?”

“Of course I remember, El,” you laughed. “How could I forget?”

How could you forget? It was a humid summer afternoon, shortly after Ellie had turned sixteen. You had snuck out of Jackson to explore a creek you had found the day prior on group patrol. You so badly wanted to show Ellie, to share every part of you with her. You didn't know what to call it, but you assumed it was just because you were really good friends.

The soft rush of the water and the gentle breeze across your skin contrasted to the beating sun plastering your hair to your skin. You and Ellie sat with your backs against a wide oak, watching minnows skip through the water.

“Do you think animals have feelings? Like us?” Ellie thought out loud.

You hummed, “I do, but not as complicated as ours.”

She nodded in agreement before her eyes drifted to the source of a new sound, a gentle humming. She saw the gentle bird sucking nectar from a flower, tapping your shoulder gently and pointing.

“Look, a hummingbird,” she whispered.

“Woah!” You beamed, “I’ve only seen them in those nature books in the library. That's so cool. Did you know the sound actually comes from its wings?”

As you watched the hummingbird, she watched you. “It’s really pretty.”

You agreed. She said your name, but looked away from you.

“Yeah?”

“I think I like girls.”

You let the words settle in the air.

“I think I do too.”

It was the first indication that something else could happen between you and her, something less platonic than you would've thought. After that, neither of you said anything about it, confident in the fact that something more could exist in the spaces between.

It was the same confidence you had today as you followed her through the Wyoming woods, putting your trust in her. You took the same path almost every time you went out on patrol, knowing your way around, knowing the landmarks of the area. You knew you were getting close to the danger zone when you saw your favourite tree, the one you and Ellie would lean against by the creek, telling each other secrets into the night, crossing your heart to never tell another soul. Each of you knew that the other’s soul was the only one that mattered, anyways.

It was just over a year ago that you’d both carved your initials into that tree, reminders of that early morning on patrol bringing a smile to your face.

You had stopped for a moment to take a short break against the tree, letting your horses get some rest. Ellie leaned up against the tree as you pet Shimmer. The sun shone despite the snow and the brisk weather, illuminating your features gently. She admired the curve of your lips and the shape of your eyes, imagining her fingers tracing your skin under lamplight late at night. You looked up at her when your name tumbled from her lips.

“Yeah?” You said, continuing to pet Shimmer.

“I like you.”

The air stilled and your hand faltered, breath hitching. But what if she didn’t mean it like that?

You forced a laugh. “Well, I’d hope so. We’ve been friends for how long?”

“No, I…” she struggled for the right words. “I want to be more than friends. I like you. Like…romantically. And stuff.”

She played with her fingers, shuffling her feet back and forth in the snow, not meeting your gaze.

“Ellie, look at me. Please,” you whispered. She raised her eyes to yours, but still kept her head low, not bringing it up until your hand cupped her jaw. She moved her hand on top of yours, trapping it there, wondering if it was just a dream.

She closed her eyes tight when she saw you leaning in, praying that you weren't messing with her. When she finally felt your lips ghosting across hers, she leaned into you. Your touch was fire on her skin, leaving a red blush in its wake. She pressed your mouth to hers hungrily, never wanting this to end.

“I like you too,” you mumbled against her lips.

When you finally broke for air, chests heaving, you were both beaming. Ellie nervously reached into her pocket for her pocket knife, flicking it open. She held the blade against the bark of the tree, grabbing our hand and putting it on the hilt, sliding hers over top of it.

She guided your hand as you carved your initials into the tree, trapping them inside of a heart. It was cliche, but it meant everything to you.

It was the same tree that, a year later, you and Ellie passed on almost every patrol. The same tree that symbolized your everlasting love for each other. The same tree that stood since the dawn of your and Ellie’s time.

You rode casually in comfortable silence until you got to the watchtower, negative memories plaguing both you and Ellie. The floorboards still held the echoes of your voices yelling, still soaked in your tears.

Four months ago, when the rabbits were still brown and the path was clear of snow, you'd come through this watchtower to find two clickers. It caught you both off guard, as Jesse and Dina had just cleared it as safe the day before.

Ellie, always being the hero, snuck up behind one, taking it out easily, and lunged at the other. The second one, however, pinned her to the ground, and she held it by the neck, its arms clawing hers.

The sound of your pistol rang out as the body slumped on top of Ellie. She rolled it off and got up from the ground, chest heaving.

“Well,” she said, brushing dirt from her jeans, “that was pretty close. Thanks.”

When you didn't respond, she turned to see you standing with your pistol still in both hands, brows furrowed as you watched the dead body of the clicker intently. She called your name.

“What is it?”

You shook your head.

“Come on, tell me-”

“Every fucking time, Ellie,” you said, shoving your pistol back in your pocket and turning away from her. “Why do you have to run head-first into danger like that every time?”

She didn't say anything, gaze on your back as she watched you turn back around.

“What would I have done if you had gotten bit?” You said, voice a little watery. “Say something.”

She stumbled over her words, not knowing what to say. “I don't try to, you know, it’s just…” she sighed.

“You know, Ellie, sometimes I think that I value your life more than you do.”

The words hung in the air between you two, both of you knowing that you were right. Knowing that she could've been more, done so much more, saved so many people. But she was stripped of that. So what kind of meaning could she give to her life? What did she really have to live for? Before Joel, she never really had someone she knew would care if she died. Now she had you, and she didn't know how her recklessness would affect you. Now she did.

“Okay, you're right. I’m too reckless. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll start thinking before I react,” she said, voice softening.

You huffed, “I just worry about you, El. I don't know what I’d do without you.”

She hugged you tight, letting you nuzzle into her chest. She knew how you felt. Before you, she was hopeless. She didn't see a point in doing anything if her life couldn't be used by someone. What was it all for? Everything she'd struggled through? All she'd suffered?

Now she knew that she was forced to experience it all so that she could end up with you. And she’d do it a million times over.

She breathed your name. “I need to tell you something.”

You pulled away from her, “Well that's one way to start a conversation.”

She laughed nervously. “No, it's nothing bad. It's just…it might be hard to swallow.”

She gestured at an old, ratty chair. You sat and watched her intently.

She took a deep breath, drawing it into her lungs and releasing it. “Do you remember why I got my tattoo?”

“Yeah, to cover up that chemical burn.”

“I lied,” she said. “That's not why I got the tattoo.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion, silently begging her to go on.

“When I was fourteen, I was bitten. On my arm.”

You sat back in your chair.

“I waited and waited for my mind to go, for my body to go, for anything to happen, but it never did. So…I’m immune, or whatever,” she said, searching for a reaction.

Seconds of silence passed. It was shattered with a laugh.

“That's a good one, Ellie. Real funny.”

“It’s true! Ask Joel. Tommy. Maria. They're the only ones who know…”

“And you expect me to believe this?”

“Just trust me. Please. It's all I ask, is for you to trust my word. Why would I lie to you about this?” She pleaded.

“Why didn't you tell me before?”

“Because Joel thinks it's dangerous for people to know. That's how we met, you know. He was hired to get me to the fireflies…they were going to make a cure,” she said, voice trailing off towards the end.

“It didn't work, I take it?”

She shook her head. “Joel says they didn't need me.” Joel says.

“Okay,” you said, making her look up at you. “I believe you. But that doesn't mean I’m fine with you running head-first into infected like that again. Just because you're…immune, doesn't mean you can't be torn apart. Got it?”

“Got it,” she said, crouching in front of you and putting her hands on your thighs. “God, I love you.”

You cleared out the watchtower and made your way back to the path. This part was one of your favourites, winding through the mountains. Your horses trotted casually beside each other.

“Okay, okay, here's one: What do you say when a chef dies?”

“Oh god, I don't know?”

“He pasta-way!” She said, giggling before she could even say the answer.

Her laughter was contagious, sending it bubbling through your chest. “That's so bad that it's good.”

“Come on, just admit that I’m a top-notch comedian. If the world wouldn't have ended, I’d’ve been up there with Dave Chapelle.”

“Who’s Dave Chapelle?”

“I don't actually know. Some old ass comedian Joel told me about.”

You both laughed, smiles painted across your faces. However, the giggles subsided as you felt your horse start to shake slightly.

“Woah, Shimmer, you okay girl?” Ellie said, patting her side.

“Beau’s shaking too.”

“Maybe they’ve got…I don't know, a cold or something? Can horses even get colds?” You shrugged. “Maybe we should let them rest for a bit.”

You agreed, dismounting your horse and planting your feet on the ground. The shaking underneath you didn’t stop. You looked at Ellie, who looked at the mountain behind you. She yelled your name as you looked behind you.

A loud, grating noise sounded as you watched the earth of the mountain loosen from its side, rocks and boulders tumbling from it, falling in your direction.

You hurriedly mounted your horses again, kicking their ribs to get them to go. You rode as fast as you could, attempting to beat the oncoming landslide. You'd never seen one before, only heard stories and read of them in books. You were about three quarters of the way through the mountain range when the land detached from the mountain and began to slide.

“Go, go, go!” You yelled, Ellie a few feet ahead of you as her horse was younger than Beau. She glanced behind her every few seconds to make sure you were still there.

The rocks falling created a settlement of dust around you, making it increasingly harder to breathe. You finally saw the green clearing outside of the mountain range. Almost there.

The grating noise died, and you peered behind you to see the path completely covered in rubble. A few boulders still tumbled from the mountain, or whatever was left of it.

“Watch out!” Ellie yelled. You looked to your right, seeing a massive boulder rolling down the mountain, coming right for you.

You acted before you could think, much like Ellie, and propelled yourself forward off your horse as the boulder hit Beau and rolled atop of his body. You landed on the ground near Ellie, propping yourself up on your elbows to gawk at the sight.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, running to Beau. His body was mangled, bones sticking out of the skin and blood painting the grass. You felt like vomiting.

Ellie dismounted her horse, still shaking from the adrenaline, and put her hands on your shoulders, attempting to get you standing.

“Wait,” you said, leaning back down, planting a teary kiss on Beau's muzzle.

You stood, holding her tight. “Let's never come through here again.”

“Don't think we can, sweetheart,” she said, looking back at the obstruction. “Come on, we've gotta find a new way back home.”

She was about to help you mount Shimmer when you both froze in your tracks. A low, husky groan rung out through the air, scaring Shimmer. She ran into the clearing out of fright.

“Shit,” Ellie breathed.

“We’ll find her later. Come on, we have to go. It's either a bloater or a shambler, and I don't really want to stick around to find out.”

You turned to leave when the ground shook again. You turned around, looking back at the mountain. It wasn't the mountain shaking this time. Spewing through the hole the landslide left like spiders were hundreds—if not thousands—of infected. Clickers, runners, stalkers, bloaters, shamblers. Everything.

There was no way you were making it out of this unless you legged it now.

In unison, you and Ellie started sprinting to your last checkpoint— the old cabin. You ran faster than you ever had before, the sounds of hungry infected hot on your heels. You couldn't feel your legs, the burning in your flesh too intense. When the cabin finally came into view, you couldn't even allow yourself a breath of relief. You and Ellie had your guns out, shooting behind you as you ran, picking off as many infected as you could. When you were close enough to the cabin, the idea hit you. You knew that the creaky boards of the cabin wouldn't hold that many infected off. You knew what you had to do.

“Ellie, cover me!” You yelled as you slung your backpack off your shoulder and grabbed what you'd need. You grabbed an old bottle of whiskey you and Ellie had found at the watchtower and a rag. Stuffing the rag in the bottle, you lit it with your lighter.

In the ten seconds it took you to do this, the infected crept closer and closer to you. Ellie tried picking off as many as she could, keeping them away from you. Until her magazine ran out.

You threw the molotov in front of the hoard of infected. It exploded, creating a wall of fire between you and your death.

Until a single clicker went at you from the side. The light of the fire flickered in your irises and cast an orange glow across your face, and you didn't even hear it creeping up amidst the roar of the flames. You didn't even hear Ellie yell your name.

It tackled you to the ground before you could even turn your head all the way, talons scratching your arms and legs, sinking into your stomach. Its jaw was inches away from your neck, begging to gnaw on your jugular. In the struggle for your life, you couldn't even tell where you were and weren't hurt, what was bleeding and what wasn't.

Blood gushed into your hair and eyes as you watched Ellie slice its head clean off with her pocketknife. The same one you'd carved your initials into that old oak with.

Something inside of you rattled knowing that something could be used so innocently and yet so dangerously.

Ellie picked you up from the ground and helped you limp into the cabin, reeds of grass tickling your wounds. When you entered, you stood in the centre of the room as she barricaded the entrances.

“There,” she said, returning to you. You were both coming off adrenaline, suddenly feeling the ache in your bones to an indescribable extent.

You put your hands on your knees and leaned on them, heaving a little. “Ellie. We were so close.”

She just nodded in understanding. Her eyes survey you from top to bottom. You had a scratch across your cheek, a few minor lacerations across your arms and chest, and a few on your legs. She couldn't see any bites.

You brought your right arm up to run it shakily through your hair. That's when she saw it, brutal and bloody, painted into your skin like a brand. One that would decide your fate. Except that it had already been decided.

The sight of the bite on your forearm turned her stomach. She blinked over and over again, hoping that she was seeing wrong. Maybe she was still coming off of adrenaline. “Your arm…” she breathed.

“What?” You asked, confused. You looked over your left, then your right, and…oh. “Oh.”

The silence was deafening. It wasn't like you'd been badly injured, still with a sliver of possibility for recovery. No, this bite sealed your fate.

In the next day, you were going to become something Ellie had to detest. Something she had to kill.

You felt the bile rise in your throat just in time to grab a decayed flower pot. You choked out everything in your stomach and more.

Ellie grabbed her stomach as she felt her body start to shake, that feeling creeping up her spine again. Her breath felt like it was being siphoned out of her. She needed air, but her lungs would not take any in. She hyperventilated as she threw herself back against the wall, legs giving out.

A sweat broke out across her body, knowing that she's losing you tonight.

Her mind shoved memories into her vision that she swore to never bring up again.

“There're a million ways we should've died before today. And a million ways we can die before tomorrow. But we fight…for every second we get to spend with each other. Whether it's two minutes…or two days. We don't give that up.”

She remembers the small, impossible slice of hope in Riley’s eyes, one that she knew was futile. Riley was her first love. She thought they were both going to die. She felt…horrible. You would be her last love, though she knew only you were fated to die. She knew she would die too.

Your voice calling her name broke her out of her fit. One look at you wiping your face and shaking was enough to make her want to break something, anything.

“Ellie,” you called. She stood and began pacing, running her hands over her face. “Ellie, stop it.”

“There's gotta be…there has to…we need…” she babbled, still pacing. An idea clicked, “give me your arm.”

You held out your shaking arm to your lover, expecting her to inspect the area. Instead, she took out her pocket knife and pressed the blade into her hand without any hesitation.

“Ellie! What the fuck?!” You said, trying to stop her hand from bleeding.

“Give me your arm,” she said firmly, a major contrast from before. When you hesitated, her hard gaze met yours. Her eyes softened when she saw the fear in your eyes. “Please,” she whispered.

You gave her your arm and let her rub her blood into the bite.

She took your arm and rubbed the blood into the bite knowing it wouldn’t work.

It wouldn't work on you.

She knew that.

She tried anyway.

As she massaged the blood as deep into the wound as she could get, all she could think about was that she would've been able to save you if they made the cure. Her life would've had meaning, so much meaning. She would've been able to cure you from this. But she was helpless, cursed to watch you suffer.

“Ellie,” you said, putting your hand atop hers to get her to stop and look at you. She could see in your eyes that you just needed to be close to her in that moment. She needed it too, needed to be impossibly closer as to grip into you forever.

She buried her head into your neck and you did the same, holding your breath. For if you breathed, time would pass. If time passed, you'd be gone.

You don't know how long you held each other like that, but it was long enough that your legs nearly collapsed with exhaustion. You were the first to speak.

“I need you to promise me something,” you whispered.

Ellie knew what you were going to say before the words left your mouth.

“No-” she began pulling away from you, but you squeezed her tighter.

“When it starts to happen…when I can feel it, I’m going to take my gun-”

“Stop it-”

“-and I’m going to go outside. You’ll know it's over-”

“-Stop-”

“-when you hear it. Just promise me you won't look.”

“Stop, please,” she begs, tears brimming in her eyes again. She takes a step back from you and turns around.

“Promise me.”

The words get caught in her throat. Her lip trembles. “Okay.”

Outside, rain starts to fall softly, tapping against the rotting wood of the cabin.

She breaks the new silence. “I should've been there. I should've taken my rifle out, anything-”

“El, it's not your fault. Look at me,” you say. She looks at you over her shoulder. You nearly crumble at her red eyes and wet cheeks. “Never blame yourself. You hear me?”

She just squeezes her eyes shut, willing for this to all go away.

You walk to her, putting your hands on her shoulders and leaning your forehead against her back. You tried not to look at the bite.

“Ellie.”

“Yeah.”

“Will you give me one last good night?”

The soft pattering of the rain against the wood, trickling off the roof and into the ground.

“Please?”

She says nothing, instead turning around and gently capturing your lips in a kiss. Your bloodied hands find her wet cheeks, noting that the tears haven't stopped.

Ellie wanted to give you everything you wanted and more, and she had sworn she would from the moment she met you. If this was the last thing you ever asked from her, she would give it to you.

But it was so unbelievably hard knowing that this time would be your last.

She pushed you back against the wall, nearly devouring you. The salty mix of your tears and hers slipped into the kiss, but you didn't care. She moved her hand down to cup you where you wanted her.

You bucked your hips into the friction, already needing her. You began to undo your belt, but Ellie’s hand on your wrist stopped you.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” She said, voice gravelly.

“Yes, El,” you said. “I don't know where I’ll be tomorrow, or…what I’ll be,” she let out a shaky breath, “but I know I want to be with you right now.”

She sniffled and nodded, getting on her knees to take your belt off. She threw it to the side, unbuttoning your jeans, sliding them down along with your panties. You opened your legs wider for her.

She ran two fingers through your slit before sinking one into your hole, tongue giving kitten licks to your folds.

You could tell that she wasn't going to be as vocal as usual.

You couldn't really blame her.

You whimpered as she added another finger, pumping them in and out of you, filling the air with obscene sounds. She lapped at your cunt, trying her hardest to give you what you want.

“Ellie, don't stop,” you moaned, whimpering when she used her other arm to hold your hips down against the wall. “Almost there.”

You could feel the coil tightening inside if you quickly, your climax coming in record time. You thought for a moment that it was because of how sensitive you were in this moment.

You moaned wantonly and grabbed her hair as you came, her tongue working on your clit and her fingers scissoring you open.

You expected her to stop, but she kept going. In fact, she added a third finger.

You heard her moan into your pussy, looking down to find her grinding into the floor, a wet spot forming on her jeans. She was so messy, your juices coating her face, red-rimmed eyes and messy hair, rutting into nothing and moaning into your cunt.

When the fabric of her jeans caught her clit just right, she took her mouth of your pussy, replacing it with her thumb instead, and leaned her forehead against your stomach. You came with her from the sensitivity, both of your moans filling the air, pleading for more.

When she laid you down on a thin blanket from her backpack and undressed both of you, you noted the scared look in her eyes. The way she looked at you, drinking you in, knowing this would be your last time together. Some part of you wished that neither of you knew about the bite, that you didn't have to treat this so differently. That you could enjoy it. Enjoy your last moments together.

She threw her leg over yours, kissing you messily, yet softly, as she ground into you, folds slotting against each other. You both moaned each time your clits touched.

As she grew closer to her climax, she buried her face into your neck. You tried to ignore the feeling of her tears trickling down and pooling at your nape.

You came together. You moaned, but she cried out, more guttural than you'd ever heard from her.

“I love you, I love you, I love you—!” she cried into your neck as she came.

When you slowed down, she held you like that without words.

“I love you too, Ellie,” you whispered, just loud enough for her to hear over the rain.

You held each other as the sun set, through the night, and through the rain.

The golden rays of the sun shone through the cracks in the walls and shudders, dancing across her bare body pressed into your side. Hours ago, her body had stopped shaking and her tears stopped spilling onto your chest, your hands running patterns across her skin lulling her into an exhausted sleep.

Your eyes had never closed, however. You knew you wanted to be awake to feel it happening, to know when you were losing control over your body. For Ellie’s sake.

The rain had stopped and the clouds were cleared. Birds sang outside and all the animals went about their day. You thought it strange that the world would continue on without you, that people will age and new ones will be born, that people will die and people will forget about you in time. Your impermanence had never struck you as hard as it did now.

You felt the twitching in your feet first, unnoticeable at first, but is it crawled up your limbs, you knew it was happening. It happened over three or four hours, and once you felt your neck jerk the first time, you knew.

Your blood didn't feel like your own anymore, like someone exsanguinated it and replaced it with jelly, slowing you down. Your vision wasn't gone, but you couldn't focus it on anything. It constantly sounded like you were underwater, drowning, gasping for air to no avail.

Your eyes hardly left the woman in your arms, clinging to you even in sleep. You know she'd curse herself for falling asleep, but you were thankful for it. You were thankful that you could press a tearful kiss to her forehead before gently escaping her grasp, muffling your sobs behind your hand. You threw your shirt and jeans on quietly, dizzy, slipping your shoes on. Your world spun, your lungs burned, your head throbbed.

You picked up your pistol, watching Ellie stir slightly in her sleep, creamy skin illuminated in the sun, her freckled face creased slightly with worry, even in sleep. You put the gun in your pocket.

You tried, as silently as you could, to move the barricade from the door. You were thankful that she was a heavy sleeper.

You were thankful that you didn't have to see the despair in her eyes when you said a forceful goodbye, thankful that you didn't have to convince her to let you go, thankful that your last memory of her was this, thankful that her last memory of you was bliss.

Through your sobs, you squeezed through the door and shut it behind you, leaning your head against it, willing for this all to be a nightmare. It wasn't, because you started to feel something else take over your will.

Before you could lose it completely, you forced yourself into a dense brush of greenery, somewhere you hoped she wouldn't look.

You panted, sweating, trembling, as you took the pistol out of your pocket. It shook with your hand as you held it to your temple, bright eyes taking in all of the world that you could before it was gone.

You squeezed them tightly, willing yourself to stop shaking. You conjured the image of your lover in your mind, her auburn hair, milky skin, pretty green eyes, and those familiar freckles. How could you ever forget her?

You took a breath in, and breathed out: “I love you.”

Ellie sat up in terror when she heard the sound of a single gunshot ring through the air, seeping in through the cracks of the window and underneath the door. It took her a moment to process what it was, reaching for her pistol next to her discarded clothes. When her fingertips brushed the gun, it settled in. She craned her head to look beside her, half expecting you to still be asleep.

When she remembered what the sound of the gunshot meant, what you had made her promise, her lungs collapsed and she couldn't take any air in. Tears spilled from her eyes as she heaved, clawing at her chest for any relief. It didn't come.

She knew it never would.

When Joel got word that you and Ellie still hadn't returned from patrol, he worried that you'd gotten stuck in the landslide. He pleaded with Tommy and Jesse to go out with him to search, knowing he wouldn't be at peace without knowing what happened.

When the two agreed, they set off on horses to clear all of the checkpoints. It took an extra day to get around the mountain range that was blocked off by rubble.

When they only had one more checkpoint to clear, Joel got increasingly worried. If you weren't here, where were you?

When the three men got to the cabin, they held their breath as they dismounted their horses. Joel tried pushing the door open, but the barricade stopped him. It took the three of them to open the door, pushing the barricade out of the way.

The open door shed light on the figure against the back wall covered in a thin blanket, trembling. Joel let out the breath he was holding in when he saw Ellie. She was clutching your backpack to her chest, trying to keep any remaining part of you alive, hers.

She had hardly noticed Joel pick her up and carry her to his horse, wrapping the blanket tighter around her. She squeezed her eyes shut, not ready to see the world without you in it.

“Ellie,” Joel’s gruff voice intruded her thoughts, “where is she?”

Ellie’s words failed her. All she could do was point to her forearm, to the bite that only Joel and Tommy knew hid underneath the tattoo.

She doesn't remember what happened after that.

It was warmer now, the flowers blossoming and the green coming back to Jackson’s landscape. Ellie sat facing your headstone, wishing you could've seen it. Wishing she could've shown it to you.

“It’s summer now,” she began. “We started planting these new flowers in your garden…Joel thinks you would've liked them. I think so too. They're really colourful…you know.”

She hesitated.

“Sometimes I wonder if you can hear me. Or if I’m just talking to myself like a crazy person. Joel says it's good for me. I don't know if I believe him.”

She played with her hands, tracing her tattoo.

“I wish you were still here,” she whispered. Her eyes drifted over all the flowers left by your grave from all the people who loved you.

Her eyes filled with tears as she watched a pretty red hummingbird land on your grave, searching for pollen in the flowers.

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ever since new york

summary: the west coast brings out a side of luke you’d never thought you’d see, and suddenly everything you thought was right is slowly becoming wrong

featuring: SPOILERS FOR TITANS CURSE (according to the summary and my memory), fluff to angst

word count: 4.36k

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the curtains rustle softly from the cool breeze blowing in through the open window. while the heat is blasting, keeping the area nice and toasty, the two of you have always preferred the cold. you giggle softly, scratching your nails gently against his scalp as luke hovers over you. his hands are planted beside your head, caging you in, as he plasters kisses all over your face.

you laugh again, trying to shove his face away from yours, but he doesn’t let you. instead, he takes a hold of your left wrist, thumb pressing softly into your palm as he kisses the pads of your fingers.

“you’re not getting rid of me that easy, angel,” he teases, a playfully smile on his lips.

“well i know that now,” you reply, looking down at the jewelry on your finger.

his honey brown eyes follow your gaze, focusing on the golden band wrapped delicately around a diamond. it’s nothing elaborate, and while luke wishes he could give you more, this will have to be enough. the love between you two is enough; his love for you is enough.

“no matter what happens, i’ll always love you. you have to know that,” he stresses, placing a fleeting kiss at the base of your ring finger.

you hum absentmindedly, too busy twirling one of his curls around your finger. since coming to the west coast and fleeing new york, luke’s been different. he’s merely a shadow of his former self. everyone can see it, even you. but it’s moments like this, where he looks at you with pure love and adoration that you have hope that the boy you fell in love with is still in there.

“i need to hear you say it,” he whispers, “that you understand.”

you look at him, focusing on his face, and cup his cheeks. subtly, he leans into your tender touch so different from the cold purple irises haunting your nightmares.

“i love you, luke. nothing will change that, i promise,” you assure, lips brushing against his.

he doesn’t answer, instead kissing you as if tonight is your last night together.

*****

you awake in a cold sweat, fisting at the satin sheets. your chest heaves as you try and catch your breath, eyes frantically searching the room for any danger. once you determine your safety, you breathe a sigh of relief and your head falls back against the wooden headboard.

your eyes flutter shut, but all you see are specks of gray, purple, and a flash of auburn hair. shaking your head and pressing your palms into your face, you try to dissipate the vision. another deep breath, and you’re calmer, surveying the room once more. you reach for luke besides you, but find his spot empty and cold.

panic, that’s all you feel. everything seems smaller now. the walls. the bed. the balcony. the time to your demise. it’s all suffocating you. restricting your airways and clogging your arteries. your chest heaves, and you reach for the gold band on your finger.

one twirl, one breath.

two twirls, two creeks of the floorboard.

three twirls, three doors in the room.

four twirls, four plush pillows.

five twirls, five fingers around your wrist.

you gasp, lurching back from the person in front of you. you swing your right fist, and they duck. it’s too dark for you to make out their face and you’re too panicky to think rationally.

“it’s just me, angel, just me,” he whispers softly, catching your fist in his other hand.

you relax at the sound of luke’s voice, shoulders dropping as your head falls forward onto his chest. he releases your right hand, cupping the back of your head to pull you closer. his other hand rubs soothing circles along your pulse point, and for a minute your panic quells.

“you were gone,” you say, but you don’t sound like yourself.

“i’m sorry. just needed a smoke,” he mumbles into your hairline.

“why didn’t you wake me?”

“you were sound asleep, angel. i couldn’t wake you even if i tried.”

you hum, already feeling drowsy and ready to cuddle back up under the covers. luke notices. he helps get you settled and comfortable, adjusting your pillows and the blankets, before shedding his winter jacket. as he steps away to toe off his timberlands, you grab desperately at his wrist.

“don’t do it luke, please don’t go and hurt her,” you beg.

and while he assures you that he’s not going anywhere, he can’t shake the ominous feeling of being watched and the thought that you already know what’s coming.

*****

“have you seen luke anywhere?” you ask, walking up to katrina and chris.

they both exchange a confused look before katrina answers, “he said he was going to find you.”

“yeah, something about you wanting to go for a walk in the garden,” chris finishes.

your eyebrows furrow at her words and your head reels back in shock. firstly, you hate the garden and everything it stands for. it’s the place that destroyed your boyfriend, and you’re all too aware of the fact that he almost died fighting the stupid drakon while trying to retrieve that damned golden apple for his sorry-excuse of a father. secondly, luke specifically told you not to leave the ship today.

“i hate that fucking garden,” you say, looking at katrina.

she holds her hands up in defense and tries to justify herself, “i know that, but luke insisted. i figured your mindset changed.”

he lied. once again, luke was lying about his plans and intentions. he kept you in the dark with the lightning bolt. then again with thalia’s tree, and now he’s lying about his whereabouts. the thing is, you can’t figure out why. you’d supported him with the lighting bolt, and while it took time (and a lot of effort on his part) you were ultimately able to forgive the poisoning incident. this time though, you’re stumped.

you blink, and all you see is a flash of gray. it’s the same one from your dreams recently. you thought maybe it was an indication of the weather on mount othrys and the overall west coast during the winter. now though, you’re not so sure.

think, think, think.

and when the realization sets in, you gasp loudly.

“what?” katrina asks, stepping closer to you.

“i-” you stutter.

“you what?” she asks, resting her hands on your shoulders.

you meet her gaze, a silent conversation taking place between the two of you. katrina is your best friend, she always has been, and she can read you like an open book. you’re not even sure what message you’re trying to convey to her, but she understands anyways.

“go. whatever it is, go. i’ll cover for you,” she assures, giving your shoulders a final squeeze.

you nod, meeting her eyes one more time. she nods firmly, and that’s all the confirmation you need before sneaking off the princess andromeda.

at the base of the mountain, it’s winder and colder than you anticipated. you wish you brought a jacket, and wrap your arms snuggly around your body in an attempt to keep your body heat in. your bowstring digs uncomfortably into your shoulder and your quiver feels heavy at your side. you’re bogged down with fear, and even though you haven’t prayed to your mother since leaving camp, you find yourself begging her for guidance.

miraculously, she answers your prayer by providing you with another flash of gray.

you huff, your breath coming out in a cloud in front of your face, as you continue to trudge up the mountain.

“thanks mom. real helpful,” you sass.

the gray flashes again behind your eyelids. this time, however, you’re able to pinpoint them as a pair of eyes. you stop in your tracks, feeling like you’ve been run over by a truck. why would he do this?

you run the rest of the way up the hill, mumbling, “it can't be true. it can’t be true. it can’t be true,” over and over again.

you know those thoughts are dangerous. delusions are dangerous, especially when you know your mother has never lied to you before. since leaving your home, she’s guided you in the right direction, even if her actions were unbeknownst to you. there’s no way for you to distrust her and while you may be allies with the people trying to destroy her, you won’t start now.

yet, you still hope that she’s wrong.

the top of the mountain is always dark, but it feels darker this time. you can’t decide if it’s from the stormy clouds, nighttime hours, or the new knowledge you’re bogged down with. when you see luke slip up from a kneeling position, and watch with horror as annabeth takes his place, you know it was the latter.

*****

“katrina,” you whisper, looking down at her.

her mouth is open and her hair is a mess of tangled curls on the pillow; there’s one particular strand stuck to her cheek. her tank top, the floral patterned one, has ridden up to expose most of her stomach while the blankets rest in a heap at the foot of her bed.

you almost feel bad for waking her up.

“katrina,” you say, louder this time, but she still doesn’t budge.

you roll your eyes, taking a deep breath before you shake her shoulder and call her name once more. she jolts up in bed, blue eyes wide and surprisingly alert for someone who just woke up. she looks at you, taking in your outfit of jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and your bow and quiver, before throwing her head back against the headboard.

“why do you always think i want to be involved?” she asks annoyed, but she’s already swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

“trust me, you do this time,” you answer somberly.

as if sensing the seriousness of the situation, katrina stops goofing around and asking questions. instead she tugs on a gray hoodie (you think it might be her girlfriends) and a pair of ugg boots. she grabs her sword from the nightstand, stifles a yawn, and nods in your direction.

“lead the way,” she whispers, following you out the door and off the cruise ship.

surprisingly, she manages to wait until you’re at the base of the hill to ask questions. a true christmas miracle, you think.

“what’s in the bag?”

“food, nectar, and ambrosia,” you answer, hiking up the dirt path.

“for who?” she asks, and you can tell she’s raising an eyebrow without even looking at her.

you struggle to come up with a response. how do you explain this to her? how do you explain that your boyfriend kidnapped his younger sister and is forcing her to hold up the sky, all to bait percy and some olympian gods?

so you don’t. you just keep walking.

“no. no. no. no! you do not get to do that. you don’t get to wake me up at fucking midnight and not give me a reason. things just don’t work that way!” she shouts, stopping in her tracks.

you huff, clenching your jaw as you turn around to face her. your hand clutches tightly at the strap of the tote bag over your shoulder, and you have to refrain from screaming the truth at her.

“katrina, you’ll see when we get there. and you’ll understand why i didn’t tell you, but for now i need you to trust me,” you reply in a surprisingly calm manner.

there’s an edge to your voice, but it’s not mean rather vulnerable. katrina looks at you, her blue eyes scanning over all of your features. she notices the tremble in your hand, and suddenly she can feel your anxiety. she sees the tears brimming at your waterline — something you’ve surprisingly kept hidden this whole time — mixed with a sense of defeat and betrayal. whatever if troubling you, it’s too much for you to speak aloud.

she puts her hands up in defense, walking into step with you, “okay fine. but you owe me big time.”

“when we’re done here, i’ll owe you my life,” you mumble, continuing the trek up the hill.

at the top, you stop suddenly and pull katrina behind a tree with you. she opens her mouth to ask a question, but you shake your head no and hold a finger to your lips. she gets the memo. instead, she follows your lead, watching the older man/monster thing acting as a guard.

“whatever you do, follow my lead,” you whisper, darting out from behind the tree with a previously unknown confidence.

“dr. thorn, you’re being relieved,” you announce.

he raises an eyebrow, clearly not believing you for one second. as he’s moving towards you, you have to remind yourself to stay strong and confident; one look at the sight behind him does the trick.

“by whom exactly?” he asks.

“by us,” katrina answers, stepping beside you with her sword held tightly in her left hand.

he laughs in your faces, and you clench your jaw in annoyance. you want to slice him into a million pieces, watching as his body turns into nothing but golden ash and a mere memory. but, katrina’s hand on your arm keeps you steady.

“you dare question the daughter of hera?”

he laughs again, “that title has no meaning here.”

“fine. then you dare to question me, your future queen? i’ll remember your insolence from my golden throne,” you snap.

he’s taken aback, but recovers quickly: “so confident. so cocky. that’s the problem with you demigods.”

“maybe so, but i’m just following your master’s orders. if you want to ignore them, fine by me,” you answer, gesturing towards katrina to pretend like you’re leaving.

it only takes five steps for dr. thorn to offer to switch places. and once he’s out of sight, your real plan can begin.

“unpack the stuff,” you instruct, getting down on your knees next to the young girl.

“what are you doing?” she asks, voice trembling from both exhaustion and confusion.

“taking your place. we only have a few minutes before they realize we weren’t scheduled to be here, so stop wasting time,” you answer.

your words are harsh, you know they are, but you can’t find it in you to coddle her. she needs to know the truth; they will be coming back, and it will not be pretty.

“but you’ll…” she stutters, and katrina shushes her.

“daughter of hera. she’ll be fine.”

you slide in next to annabeth, hands already up and bracing the sky. the two of you are under it, and you can already feel the burden of carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. you nudge annabeth’s thigh with the tip of your shoe, and she takes that as her signal to roll out. now it’s just you.

you grunt from the heavy feeling. it’s worse than the anxiety or the crippling fear from your recent nightmares, but you have to push through.

in through your nose, out through your mouth.

closing your eyes, you ground yourself in the cold mud and frosty grass beneath your knees. the wetness seeps into your jeans, leaving a ring around your knee caps, and while you’d normally be at least a little annoyed, you’re thankful for the distraction.

“you need to eat,” you hear katrina say.

you can only assume she’s forcing ambrosia and nectar down annabeth’s throat.

“just give me a minute,” annabeth mumbles, but her words are slurred and she sounds like she might pass out.

“katrina,” you grit.

it’s a warning. she needs to save annabeth.

“i’m trying,” she snaps.

you briefly open your eyes to see katrina crouched down next to annabeth, who’s still keeled over. your heart breaks for her. while luke has betrayed you in so many ways, you can’t imagine what she’s going through. he was her brother and she trusted him with every bone in her body. he broke that trust once again.

“he tricked me,” she sobs, chest heaving.

“i know sweetie. he tricked us all. but you need your strength okay? because it’s going to get worse before it gets better,” katrina whispers, soothingly rubbing her back.

annabeth nods and eats the food. by the time she’s finished, and katrina has managed to calm her down somewhat, you can all hear the rustling of grass and leaves as someone rushes up the hill.

“we need to switch back,” annabeth decides, sliding back under the sky next to you.

“we’ll be back tomorrow,” you promise, looking at her from underneath the atmosphere.

she places her hand on top of yours, nodding her head softly. you roll out, letting her take up the burden once more before hiding in the surrounding forest, all within the knick of time.

*****

“where did you go last night?” luke asks.

he’s standing by the door of your shared bedroom with his arms crossed. he’s wearing a pair of dark wash jeans with a tight compression shirt to match; he looks devilishly handsome. his hair is slightly tousled and windswept, which makes you wonder where he’s coming from: the bridge deck aft or the top of a mountain.

“what are you talking about? i was here all night,” you answer, refolding one of the shirts in your laundry basket.

luke clenches his jaw. it’s obvious to him that you’re lying. he knows exactly where you were last night, but he wants you to admit it.

“i thought we agreed not to lie to each other,” he replies, pushing himself off the wall to walk towards you.

“me too,” you say, but your words are sharp and pointed.

luke grimaces. shame flickers across his face and eyes, but it’s gone just as quickly. his eyes, which are now a melding pot of gold and brown, turn completely golden, a true sign of his loyalty and alliance with the titan lord. he takes a deep breath to ground himself in the moment as opposed to allowing kronos’s anger to consume him. if you’re going to be together forever, he needs you to understand.

“things are going to be different now,” he whispers.

his words finally have you meeting his gaze. you stare at him for a moment, admiring his sharp jaw and the curls that fall effortlessly over his forehead. there’s a softness reflected in them, but it doesn’t hold the same meaning that it used to.

“tell me something i don’t already know,” you mumble, going back to the laundry at hand.

*****

katrina finds you in the archery range. she pauses at the entrance, watching as you line up a shot. the target is already filled with arrows, all of which are clustered together in a meticulous order that makes it obvious you’re working on your accuracy. she watches with bated breath as you release the bowstring. the arrow glides through the air before piercing the fabric of the target with a loud thud; it’s only millimeters away from a previous shot.

“you’re working hard,” she says, making her presence known.

“i need a distraction,” you explain, reaching for an arrow in your mostly empty quiver.

katrina hums in agreement, stopping a couple feet away from you. she watches intently as you line up your next shot. just as your hand grazes your cheek from the pullback, and she thinks you might release the arrow, you freeze. you wait a moment, but ultimately decide on placing the arrow back in your quiver and lowering your bow.

“are you okay?” you ask, turning to face your best friend.

“i’m hanging in there. are you okay?” she asks.

your eyes dart around the room. even though the two of you are the only ones inside, you never know who’s listening. you take a step closer to her, and katrina follows your lead.

“i want to go see annabeth again,” you whisper.

katrina’s eyes widen at your statement. “didn’t anybody tell you?” she asks.

“tell me what,” you demand, eyes turning frantic.

“annabeth isn’t holding up the sky anymore, lady artemis is.”

you gasp at the revelation. your bow clatters to the ground as your hands come up to cover your mouth. the news is shocking to you, and you start to wonder if luke would ever have told you himself.

i should have told him the truth, you think.

“where’s annabeth?” you ask.

“i don’t know. all i know is the general wanted to kill her, but luke stopped him,” katrina confesses.

“there’s still good in him, you just need to bring it out,” she continues, taking a hold of your hands and squeezing them reassuringly.

you shake your head no, “not enough. i can’t fix him, katrina, not anymore. and as much as it pains me to admit that, i know i can’t keep convincing myself that i’ll be successful.”

katrina nods her head in understanding.

“i won’t be my mother, tree, no matter how much i love him,” you confess, barely getting the words out as she pulls you into a tight hug.

“i’m with you every step of the way. i want you to know that. until the end of the line.”

you nod, stepping out of her hold and straightening your shoulders. there’s a new look in your eyes, one of bravery and fierce determination.

“when they come, and they will come, i’m leaving with them,” you decide.

there’s no changing your mind. katrina knows that. “me too,” she agrees.

*****

percy expected a lot of things to happen when they arrived at mount tam. he knew that artemis was going to be the one holding up the sky. he knew that zoe was going to come face to face with her father and sisters. he knew that thalia was going to see luke for the first time in years. what he didn’t know was that you were going to be by his side.

he’d seen you helping annabeth and artemis multiple times in his dreams. he assumed it meant that you defected to their side. but he should’ve known what happens when you assume: you make an ass out of you and me.

he studies you. your body language is relaxed standing next to luke. your arms are crossed and your bow is securely fastened to your back. by the looks of it, you have no intentions to fight. your eyes meet his seagreen ones, staring him down. percy is sure you’re trying to tell him something, but he can’t decipher your secret code.

why do girls have to be so confusing?, he wonders.

he stares at you some more, giving you a once over. there’s something different about you, but he can’t figure out what. then, your eyes flicker briefly to the tree line. percy follows your gaze, eyes locking on katrina. the brunette has her sword unsheathed, clutched tightly in her hands, and he wonders what your plan is exactly.

are you his backup or luke’s?

he doesn’t have time to decide, however, as thalia let’s out a frustrated scream, jumping into battle with luke. atlas goes after zoe, which effectively keeps all of luke’s forces distracted. katrina bolts out from behind the trees, and for a moment percy thinks she’s running towards him, but she falls to her knees in front of artemis. he’s quick to jump in next to katrina, as she cuts the celestial bronze chains keeping the goddess in place.

“roll!” he shouts.

surprisingly she listens, and percy finds himself holding up the sky.

his arms shake. he’s not strong enough for this, all skin and bones. looking back on all his major battles, most of them are won through his ability to annoy the other person; sarcasm really is his only defense. yet, he looks at annabeth and thinks about how long she carried this burden. he thinks of you, taking it on so willingly to protect his best friend. somehow, he finds the strength to keep going.

it doesn’t last long, however, as he makes eye contact with artemis. her plan is clearly written all over her face, and for once percy feels like he understands girl-talk. before he can react, atlas is thrown towards him. percy is flung backwards, hitting the ground with a loud thud and a major wince.

that’s going to leave a bruise, he thinks as he struggles to get on his feet.

once he’s up, he almost wishes he had passed out. thalia and luke are at the edge of the cliff. luke is laying on his back, backbiter long forgotten as thalia holds her spear to his throat. percy looks for you. your eyes are locked on the scene too, but your bow and arrows still remain in place. you don’t make any attempts to help luke, to save him. instead, you keep a steady grip on annabeth, who’s leaning most of her body weight on you.

“thalia please,” luke begs, and percy almost feels sorry for him.

“you had this coming,” she mumbles, kicking him off the edge.

you turn your face away, shoulders shaking. your crying, percy realizes.

thalia focuses her attention on you, a menacing sneer present on her face. you’re her next target. percy rushes forward, but annabeth beats him to it.

“she saved me. you can’t thalia,” annabeth pleads.

thalia looks at you, and then at percy. percy gulps. he hates when people leave these big decisions up to him. he knows saving you is the right thing to do; you’ve helped them so many times despite leaving camp.

“she’s right thalia grace,” artemis says, stepping forward to place a hand on his older cousin’s shoulders, “we would not be here without her.”

thalia hesitates. percy can tell she’s displeased by the goddess’s orders.

“you need to go,” you announce, directing all the attention back to you. “they’ll come looking for him soon, and when they don’t find him there will be hell to pay,” you finish.

artemis nods, but she doesn’t make any moves to leave the mountain.

“come with us. i will ensure you both receive a full pardon,” she promises.

you look to katrina. “we’ll meet you in new york.”

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