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As Your Skin Gives

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Chapter Four: bath time

tw: non-con, threats, stalking

Johnny lets you sleep after he’s had his fun with you. 

It’s odd how easy it comes. Your throat is battered—raw and bruised—and your head pounds from overexertion and dehydration with such ailing pain that you never thought you’d get any rest. You swore you’d only be able to rest once you are dead, yet you’re out before your brain can even make sense of it. Exhaustion clings to you with unwavering nails despite it all, and it grants you proper rest sometime after Johnny forced you to drink a glass of water. 

Well, as proper of a rest as one can get in your predicament. 

Terrors plague you even with your eyes closed. A twisted fate slithers through your subconscious, damning you to relive the horrors already forced upon you, as well as those you’re certain are soon to come. Just like you attempted to in real life, you rage against the unfairness of it all—against the greedy hands and wet tongue—against the blade on your skin and the fingers around your throat—and just like in real life, you fail. 

Even in your dreams, you cannot escape the strange beast who calls itself Simon, nor its loyal pet. 

When you wake and you are brutally forced back into consciousness, you are immediately aware of the hand resting on the side of your face. It’s heavy and firm as thick fingers gently glide along your skull. It almost feels comforting. Some emollient touch to soothe away the pain. It’s the most at ease you’ve felt since you’ve been brought to this wretched place. 

For a moment, it reminds you of your mother. She used to caress your face like this when you were a child, too sick to attend school. Burning up with a raging fever, it always felt like she was dispersing the heat throughout your body so that you would cool down faster—so that it could fade away into the air and leave you revitalized. 

You are quick to realize that it’s only a wolf in sheep’s clothing when your eyes flutter open and you’re met with Johnny’s innocent grin. He’s laying next to you on the bed, head propped up on his pillow, face half hidden in the sheets. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. 

One would assume he’s being sweet for whispering such a compliment to you, but you know very well that he is not. The way his cock abused your throat—and nearly your cunt—was far from kind, yet the lilt of his voice and the softness of his fingers attempt to trick you. 

You say nothing in response to him as you continue to lay there, motionless. Perhaps if you don’t move, he’ll forget that you’re here. It feels wrong to accept a compliment from a dog such as him, but he doesn’t seem to mind your silence. All Johnny is focused on is the lines of your face and the softness of your skin as he continues to trace you. 

He’s a different person than he was earlier. Softer. It’s as if he cares about you—more than just some doll for him to fuck. You almost allow it to lull you into a false sense of security, but that confidence shatters the moment you hear water gushing through a spout somewhere in the house. 

Your ears perk up at the sound, and you’re painfully aware of everything. Not just the dull ache that permeates every cell in your body, but the lack of clothing on your legs, your still-sticky and exposed thighs, and the booming footsteps that approach in the hallway. A heavy alarum rattles your senses, and that urge to flee broils in the bit of your stomach again. 

“It’s alright, Bonnie. It’s just Simon,” Johnny soothes. 

It’s just Simon. He says it like you shouldn’t be afraid—as if he’s not the man who drugged you at work and brought you home to be used like a chew toy. There’s no time for you to correct him or voice your distaste before that lumbering beast is standing at the end of the bed. You want to close your eyes and pretend he isn’t here—that none of this is really happening—but his presence is all consuming. It looms and demands to be seen and felt, and it isn’t any easier to ignore the way Johnny turns his attention to him with a wide grin. 

“Did you play nice?” Simon asks. 

“I did, I did what you told me, I promise,” Johnny answers earnestly. 

The bed shakes as he shifts positions. No longer laying beside you, Johnny instead crawls to the foot of the bed on his hands and knees like a loyal dog. His collar rattles around his throat as he reaches his hands up to rest on Simon’s chest in some pitiful display of submission. Simon stares down at him for a moment before a hand reaches for his throat where he gives his collar a small tug. 

“Good boy,” he praises. 

All it takes is another simple tug to get Johnny’s lips onto his, and you continue to lay there with dull eyes while they embrace one another. It feels wrong watching them like this. Simon shouldn’t be capable of such tenderness, and still the muffled sound of their lips separating with a sharp smack! rings clear.

You fear that he will expect that same sort of greeting from you when he pulls away from Johnny and turns his attention to you, but you very quickly realize by the darkness in his gaze that he will demand no such thing. 

“C’mon, pet. Bath time.” 

There’s a deep shame that’s been plaguing you since the moment you first woke up this morning. Confusion and lugubrious frustration combines like fire and ice in your brain, searing all working neurons where they’re left to fester. There is no easy way out of this. 

Out of any of this. 

Simon is surprisingly patient with you as you slowly move your beaten body out of the bed, and Johnny stares at you with parted lips as if he’s watching a bird attempt to fly for the first time. Your teeth creak in your mouth as you hide your exposed body as best as you can, but Simon doesn’t seem interested in you being a prude. 

“This way,” he orders. 

Bare feet slide along the wood floor as you follow behind him like a wounded animal as he leads you down the hallway. Much to your surprise, Johnny stays behind, almost as if he suddenly cares about your privacy despite the fact he ravaged you for hours on end not too long ago. 

It doesn’t matter. Cut off one head, and two more replace it, and Simon—this freak of a man—has the strength of two jaws in one being. 

It isn’t until you reach the bathroom that you realize just how antiquated the house is. A beautiful porcelain tub, complete with a brass faucet, sits towards the back of the room, and though there are modern modifications and updates made with the toilet and sink, the old charm of bygone days still haunts the room in the cracks in the ceiling. Everything is well taken care of—completely spotless and fresh—but it doesn’t do much to ease your mind. 

You know what’s about to happen to you. 

“Shirt off. Hurry up,” Simon prompts. 

Your shirt is the last piece of clothing that protects whatever dignity you have left, and you hate how easy it is for you to slip it over your torso. Every other part of you has already been explored—this feels like nothing. You don’t even mourn it as you toss it onto the floor where it crumples against the tile like a limp fawn. 

A lump threatens to choke you as Simon’s hand rests against the midsection of your back, and you nearly cry out when he presses you towards the tub. Thin wisps of steam rise on the mirror-like surface of the water, and when he helps you in, it almost feels nice when it envelopes you. Despite the muscle-melting warmth, you don’t feel any less tense. You’re out of your element—you’re fully aware of that—and you try to keep your teeth from chattering as you avoid his gaze. 

Simon doesn’t speak as he retrieves a handful of toiletries from the counter before he kneels next to the tub. There’s no ledge for him to place them on, but he seems happy keeping them lined up on the floor. He retrieves a bottle of body wash, and you almost move your hands up, expecting him to hand it to you. 

He doesn’t. 

You quickly realize that he means to wash you himself. 

Cold gel presses against you, and you close your eyes in a pitiful attempt to pretend that you’re somewhere else. Simon’s hands are firm as he begins to scrub the entire length of your body. Despite the soap, it feels like he’s ruining you; like his touch soils every inch of skin he comes into contact with. 

He huffs when he scrapes a bit of Johnny’s dried cum off of your stomach, and you’re not sure if it’s supposed to be a laugh or not. 

“Johnny give you water today?” Simon suddenly asks. 

The swollen flesh of your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth as you ponder his question. Johnny had nearly waterboarded you with his enthusiasm earlier, trying to give you enough water to drown an elephant. In a way, it was nice as it helped to soothe the drug induced migraine that’s been plaguing you all day, and still… it’s a bitter reminder that you’re less than human now. 

You nod. 

“Can’t hear you,” he bites. His hand suddenly grows tense, firmly gripping your leg as he pauses his endeavor in washing you. 

“Yes!” you correct with a squeak. “He did.” 

Humming, Simon continues to wash you up. There is not a single inch of you that he leaves untouched. Legs, arms, torso—he scrubs everywhere, and is unabashed. With his bare hands, he nudges your thighs open to scrub the sordid state of your sex. The sting that follows with his less than kind touch forces your eyes to squeeze shut, and you will your mind to focus on something else. Anything else. The warmth of the water, the cool porcelain against your back—

—the way the shower gel smells familiar. 

“Did he fuck you?” 

Simon’s question comes sudden and sharp. Eyes fluttering back open, you keep your gaze fixated on the water around you. “No.” 

His hands pause for a short moment before rigid fingers dig into either side of your jaw. His grip is piercing and unforgiving as he gives you no option but to look up at him as he contorts your neck to his will. Blood fills your mouth as the insides of your cheeks dig into your teeth, and your eyes water with the sting. 

“Look at me. Don’t lie to me. I’ll know if you’re lying,” he barks. “Did he fuck you?” 

Everything he said to Johnny in the morning hits you like a tidal wave as he demands the truth you’ve already given to him. You vividly recall how he ordered Johnny not to have sex with you in fear that you might get pregnant. Worse, how he would have to get rid of you because of it. You remember how you begged Johnny not to rape you as he nearly pressed his cock into you—how terrified you were—how terrified you are. 

It’s impossible to control the way your bottom lip begins to tremble. A single hot tear scorches your face and you curse it as it rolls down your cheek. There’s a pitiful attempt to shake your head, but it’s halted by Simon’s iron-like grip—it takes a firm squeeze from him before you’re finally able to open your mouth. 

“He didn’t, he didn’t fuck me, I-I promise,” you babble. “He did other things, but not that, I swear!” 

Simon’s expression is stony and indifferent as he scans your face. He drinks in the way your body trembles and wets beneath his touch, and he licks his lips as he hums. You’re so close to him that you can smell the tobacco on his breath, and see the way scars taint his face in unobstructed detail. 

Finally, he relinquishes his grip on your face before standing. 

“Good girl.” 

Once he’s finished cleaning up, Simon dries you off with one of the largest towels you’ve ever seen. There’s no longer that layer of grime from sweat and cum that taints your body, but you know it’s going to take much more than plain water to wash away the shame that continues to haunt the creases of your skin. 

When you’re fully dried, Simon faces you towards the mirror as he stands behind you, and you’re finally able to see all the damage Johnny’s done to you. Several angry scratches puff up along the ridges of your hips and the soft tissue of your breasts. It’s how he stakes his claim on you. You’re surprised he hadn’t carved his name into your skin with a knife. 

You’re quick to learn that those wounds are not the only claim you’ll have to bear. 

Quiet, metallic jingling sounds as Simon retrieves a collar out of his pocket. It’s plain—made of leather, it bears a single charm, just like Johnny’s. You try to stand as still as possible as he reaches around you and begins to fasten it along your throat—not hard enough to choke you, but firm enough to know that you shouldn’t take it off. 

You avoid his gaze in the mirror as he works. You try to look anywhere else; the floor the counter, your clothes—

Your clothes. 

A stark realization washes over you as you notice the pile of fabric on the counter before you. They’re folded with the utmost care, yet even through the creases, you can make out that these are your clothes. These are your jeans; the very pair you had lamented to your mother about misplacing. The hearts embroidered on the back pockets stare up at you as if taunting you. 

And that scent on your skin? That body wash? It’s the same exact brand you’ve used for years. The one that always leaves your skin silky smooth and doesn’t flare up your allergies. 

Wide eyes meet Simon as you gather the courage to look in the mirror. He finishes securing your latest accessory, and you swear you see him smirking. 

“Welcome home, Bonnie.”

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stress (jamil viper x gn!reader)

where: jamil sort of interrupts your self-care session, but makes up for it with fervent participation. all for mutual stress relief. content warnings: -bottom!reader -reader is yuu/ramshackle prefect ++confidants-to-bedmates(? lovers? there's hints of mutual pining if you squint), swearing, masturbation, fingering, foreplay galore, sex toys, so so much banter, reader is unserious, there is no plot here. assume everything here is safe, sane, and consensual. word count: 2.6k words minors do not interact

Alone time is sacred. Especially when your weekly agenda consists of you running to-and-fro across a magical campus, constantly being buried under tasks tedious and menial, and keeping egotistical mages from ripping out each others’ throats over affairs concerning the student body.

Well, a “thank you” made you feel less shitty at the end of the day.

Sure, a good nap could revitalize you.

Being treated to an actual meal instead of Mystery Shop brand-instant food was great. But, your alone time, you’d kill if anyone desecrated that.

A sigh leaves you. You click on a higher setting, angle the vibrator against a spot that has your thighs trembling. Your free hand plays with one of your nipples. You’re past fantasizing about phantom sensations and honeyed words.

For a brief moment, you think of firm and callused hands holding you down. Long silky hair brushing against your heated skin. Perceptive gray eyes drinking in your every reaction and the way you arched yourself for more stimulation. They are the last coherent thoughts that flicker through your synapses before your mind is overrun by the singular desire to rut until you come your brains out.

Sadly, the universe does not believe in the sanctity of your alone time.

The vibrations abruptly cut off.

This can’t be happening.

Not even left teetering on the delicious cusp of release, you’re dropped back into your body. Nerves hyperaware of each silicon inch of the toy as you pull it out of you. You click the button multiple times, confirming the worst—

“Stupid batteries. Fucking useless…” Similar curses strung together fall from your lips. You slip on a graphic tee and head to the bathroom, carrying the toy in one hand. 

Your phone powers on as you sit on the toilet, the device buzzes with the simultaneous arrival of message notifications. The sound is a mockery of your interrupted alone time.

Maybe you could rub one out in the shower… That thought will probably become more appealing in about fifteen minutes.

Your eyes catch the first line of a text preview that makes a cold pit open up in your stomach.

J. Viper: I am going to lose my mind. I’ve had it with…

Reading the full text doesn’t ease your worries. There isn’t any more of that dulled neediness tugging at the back of your mind. Your hands move automatically, dumping your cleaned toy and unused towel on your bed’s mattress. While slipping on the first set of bottoms you could reach for, you fire off a reply—Hey don’t say that and other similar placating messages—then pick up your discarded blazer off the floor before finally leaving your room.

[...]

“You’ve been making that face for a while now.”

“What face?” You ask, feigning obliviousness as you keep your attention focused on the electric kettle.

Maybe there was one exception to your need for alone time. Fitting, that it would be one of the few confidants you made in this place.

Never mind about the last thirty minutes before this moment. Like a switch, you’re back to being a dutiful errand-runner, a sympathetic listening ear.

(Once, Jamil called you one of the few other sensible people on Sages’ Island and you have yet to stop riding the high of that moment.)

“Like my being here is making you uncomfortable.”

No shit, Sherlock. Feeling his sharp gaze on top of the sensation of your clothes chafing against your oversensitive skin was uncomfy as fuck. “Look man, I could give you a mug of tea or we can open a new can of worms. I suggest you take the tea.” You lean back against the counter top and tug the end of your blazer a bit more protectively around you.

His lips press together in a thin line. “I can see myself out. Thank you for the offer, though.”

The sound of boiling water reaches its apex. In that split-second, you backtrack. “Wait—I’m sorry, I’m just, I was busy.” Your hand readjusts the pair of pajama pants you hastily threw on, index finger dipping just a fraction of an inch beneath the waistband. Your eyes don’t miss the way his gaze follows the movement of your wrist before it returns to rest itself atop the counter. “I’m not…uncomfy because you’re here. I was just nervous and—and I thought I could serve you tea instead of bothering you with my…current predicament.”

“Oh.” Very eloquent, you’d say the same thing if the positions were reversed.

“So, could we focus on you first? Over a cup of tea, as friends?”

The kettle finally calms down, announcing the newly-boiled water with a loud Clack! of its switch.

Jamil doesn’t immediately respond, scrutinizing you with an emotion you can’t parse. Until it settles onto one of faint interest. “We can have tea later.” He stands up and walks over to you, placing a hand on your waist. “Right now, I think we can both use some stress relief. If…you’ll have me, that is.”

“Really? I hear it’s better to talk things out though. Not that I wouldn’t be open to that second thing….” Your hand lays itself atop his.

“Oh, I’m sure this will be better for the both of—” He pauses, runs his fingertips along the expanse of your lower navel a second time to confirm. “—no underwear?”

Your cheeks warm. “Yes, shut up. I actually got worried for you—ah ah ah! No touching yet!” You slip out of his hold. “Give me five minutes to clean up or something, my room’s a mess.”

Jamil doesn’t let you escape so easily, arms coiling around your middle, your back against his chest. Close enough for him to mutter against your ear in a low voice. “There’s no point to that if we’re going to make a mess in the end.”

(And it’s unfair how the implication—the invitation hidden underneath that—stokes the fire in your gut anew, almost makes you ruin the set of bottoms you threw on.)

Any restraint either of you carried snaps once the lock to your room twists shut. Jamil tugs you close to him, pulling you into a fervent kiss. Once you shrug off your blazer, his hands slip under the hem of your t-shirt, teasing at the sensitive skin of your waist, hiking higher and higher—damn.

“Bed first,” you demand once you pull yourself free. You aren’t panting—you try to convince yourself—though one of your hands is fisted in the front of his hoodie. When he sits on your mattress, you get pulled straight into his lap. His fingers hook against the waistband of your pants, sliding them down to bare your thighs.

Basically, confirming what he already knew. Felt, rather. Your hips buck against his palm as he cups your groin.

“How long were you at it?” There’s a sly smirk pulling at his lip, like he’s pleased to have you and your need for pleasure resting in his hand. All for him to control.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” you huff. “I was already—ngh—washing up when you messaged.”

His smile doesn’t abate. A finger slips into your entrance. “And you couldn’t find the time to properly dress yourself? I’m flattered.”

You’re about to fire off another retort, but the digit curls infuriatingly into a come-hither gesture, slowly rubbing against your inner walls. What leaves your throat instead is a soft, needy noise. “Come on, you’re gonna make me come too fast…”

“So?” And he keeps that irritatingly steady pace. Letting the pleasure in your lower stomach build and build, until you’re shaking from exertion. “Go ahead, then.”

“Mmgh, I want—”

“More? How greedy of you.” Another finger joins the first one, a delicious stretch against your insides combined with each thrust of his wrist.

“No, fuck….wait, I mean—” Words longer than two syllables were suddenly harder to manage. “—you, what about you…?”

“...Me?” 

Maybe, just maybe, your insistence on having mutual reciprocation was biting you in the ass, you’re right on the edge of sweet release. Just one more stroke against that bundle of nerves inside of you, or maybe if you just clenched down hard enough—

“...You’re too considerate, really. To someone like me.”

His words are soft, barely heard over your mounting need. Your insides throb in time with the beat of your heart. But your voice can only manage a dismayed whine when Jamil’s fingers pull out of you.

(That you’re still on the cusp of an orgasm is another thing, but it helps to have your head clearing up a bit.)

“Don’t look at me like that,” he chides you, palms caressing the sides of your thighs. But the smile on his features tells you that he’s drinking in your hazy gaze, simply endeared at how you were reduced to neediness just from his touch. “You wouldn’t want this to end too quickly, would you?”

…he has a point. Your tongue wets your lower lip. “Lose the hoodie then, so—so we can continue.” One of your hands reaches for the hem of his top.

It’s no secret that you find Jamil Viper attractive. Hell, the way he carries himself suggests that even he knows it himself. At least sneaking a few glances gave you some plausible deniability. But in baring just a sliver of his midriff, you might as well have broadcasted the very thought.

Better to get that sorted out before getting him inside of you, right?

Your eyes trace the toned lines of his stomach, the lithe muscles of his arms, the way his loose ponytail hung artfully against his shoulder. Off his hoodie goes, joining your discarded pajama pants and blazer. 

“Easy, there.” The way he drawls your name has your stomach flipping somersaults. 

“I guess you look fine.” You could burn a hole through him with how hard you were staring.

“Mhm, sure.” A warm palm cups the back of your neck, guiding you into an open-mouthed kiss. Tongue swiping against your bottom lip, pulling a surprised moan from you.

What else can you do but melt into it?

Even though the two of you were urged on by fervent need, there’s an undercurrent of tenderness—something more delicate than your mutual pent-upness—with each graze of your skin against his. You could barely hold a candle to Jamil’s seemingly-innate grace and sensuality, yet he meets each of your tentative touches without pulling away, as if insistent to keep your hands on him too. To keep at least some point of contact on you as much as possible. Your hand dips beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, to palm at his hardening dick.

You’re rewarded with a languid roll of his hips. The painful yet pleasurable scrape of his canine against your lip. That needy sound bubbling up from his throat, only to be swallowed up with another feverish kiss.

You could live in this moment forever.

Until you fall back against the mattress and feel the shaft of your forgotten vibrator digging painfully into the small of your back.

“Ow!”

Jamil’s palm soothes against the pained area. “Are you alright?” 

(You could’ve sworn you felt his clothed erection twitch at the sound you made.)

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you grunt, fumbling blindly for the culprit. Guess you forgot to put it back in your nightstand’s drawer.

Well, you were in a hurry.

Jamil eyes the discarded toy in your hand. “That shade of purple is…a choice.” Yet he accepts it when you pass it to him, telling him to compare it to his own.

Which earns you a flustered huff, no trace of genuine malice in the look he gives you.

“It matches the school colors, doesn’t it? Go, Night Ravens, go…or something…?”

“That is not how the cheer goes.” Your grin widens at the scowl sent in your direction, though his eyes are soft with fond exasperation. “Hand me that.”

 “The lube?” And that too.

Oh, forget your room, you were the mess all along.

(You sneak just a glance at his groin, he’s still sporting a half-erection, so hooray..? There may yet be hope for getting dicked down? Maybe you should have asked him to remove those first…)

“What else?” And he pours a copious amount onto the toy. Drawing your gaze to the way he curls his fingers around the shaft of the thing, how he gives it a slow and obscene pump to coat it with lube, sending a rush of heat through your frame.

“The batteries died, it’s useless.” Still, you spread your legs as he presses the slicked-up tip against your entrance.

Jamil keeps a hand on your knee, eases the vibrator in slowly—even though you’ve been more than sufficiently stretched out with his fingers. “Don’t need it to vibrate to fuck you.” 

Well, there wasn’t much arguing against that logic. “Then, please…please…!”

He adjusts his grip on the base of the toy, accidentally clicks the button as his pace quickens.

What you don’t expect is the sudden pulse of vibrations against your core, you’d snap your legs shut from surprise if Jamil wasn’t keeping you lightly pinned down.

“Mm, that was a nice sound…” The smile on his face is evil. 

“Oh, motherfucker, don’t tell me you’ve got—” Your words taper off into an embarrassingly loud whimper as he presses the vibrator against that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Who’d have thought the thing kept one final spurt of energy, if not to spite you?

“Would you look at that? It still works.” The pressure doesn’t let up, in fact, he’s meeting each desperate buck of your hips, making sure that each thrust brings you closer and closer to that peak you’ve been aching for. 

Your own coherence, on the other hand, is nowhere to be found. A choked sob falls from you, and your abdomen clenches, and—

“That’s right, just let go,” Jamil croons.

In those few moments, the batteries of your vibrator truly and finally breathe their last. It doesn’t stop Jamil from prolonging your release with gentle thrusts. You’re lost in the waves of your orgasm, each motion pulling a high-pitched keen from your throat when it tips into overstimulation. Vaguely, you’re aware of the sparks of pleasure radiating up your frame, the feeling of his free hand interlacing your fingers together.

You didn’t know the touch of another person could also feel so grounding.

“Mmgh…don’t pull it out yet.”

“I wasn’t going to. You’re holding onto it really tightly.” Jamil gives the vibrator a little tap which makes you squirm away from him.

You’re past embarrassment though, letting the sorely-craved happy hormones flow through you. Your nerves have calmed down just enough to pull out the used toy. This time, eliciting a pleased sigh from you.

This time you make sure to set it aside properly.

“...you’re quite the treasure, do you know that?”

There he goes with another of those quiet remarks, making your cheeks burn. “If you said that a while ago, I was too busy coming to hear it.”

“I said, you’re hopeless.” 

“Nooo, say it one more time, at least!”

“Don’t be insufferable.” Even as he says that, Jamil lets you clamber into his lap to cuddle against his chest.

“So…”

“Hm?”

You trail a suggestive palm against his inner thigh. “...would you want me to use my mouth or…”

Surprise flickers over Jamil’s expression, eyes widening for a fraction of a second. “Ready to go again this quickly?” But there was no denying the amusement coloring his voice.

It takes a bit of maneuvering for you to remove your t-shirt. “Well, you haven’t had your fill of stress relief yet.” Jamil’s palms steady themselves on your waist as you properly straddle him.

Were you basically propositioning him to use you as he saw fit? Maybe.

“I’m afraid I’m quite the insatiable type,” Jamil utters, leaning close to you, breath fanning across your lips. Maybe he means it as a warning, you know this reflex. You were guilty of it too, sometimes.

But if he could still look at you with such warmth and tenderness, sentiments you could easily reflect back onto him, then—

“That makes two of us.”

a/n: icb jamil just dodged the impending heart-to-heart talk and just wanted the spicy smuttenings 😤 like that'll stop me from writing more angst and hurt/comfort scenarios. anyways i hope this was an enjoyable read! thanks @jessamine-rose for betaing this with your (slightly less) sleep deprived eyes, your assistance makes editing so much less stressful. to all my readers, thanks for enjoying my silly writing, i hope to bring more this coming 2025!

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Sorry for the anon ask again but is request open?? If it is can I please request c00lk1dd x reader....perchance...I really love how you wrote him🫡🫡

This is up to your imagination, what reader is up to you, I would say fluff to angst because..angst🥳🥳

—from 🌻 anon<3

"The Afterglow of a Sun Long Burnt Out"

--TRUD!C00lk1dd x Survivor!Reader Oneshot

notes: 🌻anon tysm for requesting this!! i have this storyline that's been on my mind for quite some time now

 c00lk1dd will have his old personality since i assume that's what you prefer. one-shot format as well. survivor!reader too to maximize the angst 😈

this might be the last time u guys see nicek1dd tho lmao, unless someone specifically requests otherwise

WARNINGS: angst, 1 singular swear word, gory descriptions during angst part (keyword is: “failed to connect to server” if u want to skip), OOC characters

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Rows of flower columns, beautifully arranged by nature herself, stay untouched by griefers and exploiters. Trees in sizes large enough to provide shade, but short enough to let sunlight pass through, are scattered across the meadow. The air carries a fresh, spring breeze that revitalizes those who breathe it in. Over the dozens of meadows C00lk1dd has shown you, the one in Prairie Blocks is his favorite. 

When you aren’t participating in Underground War competitions, and he isn’t busy tending to his flowers; he takes you to this secluded spot under his favorite Eucalyptus tree. There, you two would chat for hours. The conversations are mostly led by you, but he doesn’t mind listening whilst he fiddles with an array of flowers.

Today was one of those days. You have taken your place beside him, back against the rough tree bark, as you start talking — rapidly shifting topics as you do. Meanwhile, he weaves you a crown made of fresh sunflowers, blue poppies, and dew-kissed leaves. His free hand comes into contact with yours, lingering for seconds that endure for a bit too long, to retrieve more flowers for his flower crown. There’s a keen focus in his eyes that stays unbroken as he does so. The melody of your voice pushes him on further.

“—while they were distracted, I took their flag and ran. My heart was pounding like crazy, you won’t believe how many of them were chasing after me.”

“Sounds intense.” He murmurs, linking the daisy with the rest of the flowers.

“It was! I would have almost made it back to base, had it not been for this Bloxxer fellow.” You huff, a sour expression on your face.

“Bloxxer, huh?” A rose falls out of place. C00lk1dd curses under his breath and works on reattaching it.

“He’s skilled — which I respect by the way — but you don’t hear me shoving my wins in people’s faces- Oof!” An apple falls on your head with a loud thump. Massaging the sore spot on your head that was hit, you whine.

The flower crown is set aside as C00lk1dd moves to check up on you, placing a gentle hand on your forearm.

“Are you okay? What happened?” He asks with a tinge of worry.

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay. Don’t worry.” You sigh.

“Stupid gravity…” The tree felt the weight of your anger condensed in one, heavy punch; only for it to return said anger to you tenfold.

“OOUCH!” Splinters and small fragments of wood bark get lodged into the side of your fist, accompanied by a large, red, dull ache. He flinches at the sight, the furrow between his brows deepening.

“Sorry, I know. I know that was stupid — Ughhh.” Lamenting your recklessness, you cradle your hand. Now the pain is in several places rather than one. As if your set of humiliating losses today wasn’t enough.

With a sigh, he places the affected hand in the palm of his red one. The splinters are long, having stuck themselves deep in your skin. Luckily, rivers are abundant in Prairie Blocks. He shouldn’t have a hard time finding one.

“There’s a nearby riverbank.” C00lk1dd takes the flower crown he had previously neglected, slipping it through his arm. Droplets of dew cling to his skin as the plants rustle against it. 

“Let’s go wash up your wounds first, then we’ll pull the splinters out.” He pulls you up, then sets course for the river. You follow suit.

“Hoo boy…” Anxiously, you grip the hem of your shirt.

…

Following a painful extraction session, he plucks the last needle-like fragment out of your skin. It leaves a sharp stinging in its wake, but it is finally over. The splinter is tossed into the ground along with the others.

“Phew! Thanks. That took forever.” It had only dragged on much longer than it needed to because you kept flinching, but C00lk1dd’s willing to omit that detail. Hands outstretched, you collapse onto his lap, your hair spilling onto his legs in an unruly fashion. There’s a stiffness that overtakes his body, and he looks away.

“...Please don’t punch any more trees.” 

You chuckle, “That was a one-time thing!” lightly jabbing him. Your joy is infectious. Against all odds, he joins you in your hysterics. In the midst of it all, his body relaxes against yours.

When the laughter dies down, all goes quiet. For once, you don’t fill the silence with words. You let it be. C00lk1dd cards his fingers through your hair.

His fingers suddenly retreat. The sound of shuffling is heard as you hear him mumble incoherent words under his breath, before a floral headdress obscures your vision. It rests in an asymmetric position on your head.

“Oh?” You push it slightly above your eyes and look at him with raised brows.

“S-sorry.” Your friend fixes it with shaky fingers, which brush past your own as you retrieve the flower crown. 

“Is this for me?” A smile blooms on your face. It’s a harmony of yellows, blues, and greens; a lovely handiwork. You’re careful not to damage any of it. 

“Mhm.”

“Huh… so that’s what you were so focused on all this time.” You wear the gift with pride.

“Thank you.” You utter, the usual crescendo in your voice mitigated by a rare solemnity.

He doesn’t reply further, and his hands return to the place on your head. Birds fly home to their nests, owls come out of hiding. A gentle breeze, nature’s hand, lightly touches your cheek. It’s late. You soften into his touch, before your breathing steadies. Within minutes, your eyelids flutter shut — your hands lethargic.

After you stop moving, he gently pokes your cheek to confirm you’re asleep. You are, and you’re out cold. The serene scene on his lap makes the butterflies come back. They flit in his stomach, urging him to say something. In your slumber, C00lk1dd whispers words he would never have the courage to say while you were conscious.

“I love you.”

The sun sinks deeper below the horizon; its orange hue bleeding into the sky. The moon runs after it in an impossible chase. Day and night cannot co-exist, such is the will of fate.

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“Uhh, is the timer broken or?”

“C00lk1dd…”

“Get your head in the game! We have to hold that little shit off.”

Voices blend into the background. Figures contort into blurry shapes. Crimson hue envelops his vision. Every vein in his body boils with an anger that cannot be quelled, like a dormant volcano that has waited years to erupt. Today, it does. And it overflows.

Butcher.

Adrenaline fuels C00lk1dd’s movements, with it he lunges at the first person he sees. At a speed quicker than he can perceive, a resounding swish pierces through the air; and a sword is jabbed in his right arm. New flesh twists and writhes, growing in place of the wound seconds later.

The sword wielder is quick and agile, but so is C00lk1dd. When his prey can no longer run, he tears him apart limb by limb. Bones crack, ligaments tear, skin detaches from tendons. Raw red muscle is exposed. The screaming dies down quickly.

Pierce.

A rocket explosion rings in his ear, but it misses him by just an inch. The projectile reveals the location of his next victim, who hides behind a wall. In a panic, the man fiddles with his launcher in a desperate attempt to reload it. By the time he is able to get another missile in, it is far too late.

Black tentacles burst out of the survivor’s back. He fights against it, grabbing tightly onto the appendage that pierced his chest. It is of no avail — the survivor falls limp. Blood stains the ground red as his corpse lands on the ground with a harsh thud. 

Mourn.

One survivor left. His Patience is soon to run out  — he has no time to waste. On a bridge littered with shattered glass, he eyes you down. For a reason he can’t quite name, an inexplicable feeling washes over him. A distant ache in his chest, a pounding in his head, and the slight tremble in his hands. As if his body is trying to remind him of memories he can’t recall. He thinks it’s fear: fear of your composure, fear of the way you seem to predict every move of his, fear of the sad, nostalgic look in your eyes that mirrors his own.

So isn’t fear supposed to push him away from you?

Lost in his own thoughts, C00lk1dd fails to block the imminent attack of your swuvle. The longing he once felt is quickly snuffed out, replaced by the insatiable rage and bloodlust that had overtaken him before. Whoever you may be, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re a survivor. 

…

Moonlight, barely enough, faintly guides your path. Your pulse hammers against your ribs; powered by the clash of longing and dread. Millions of panicked thoughts run through your mind like a stampede of wild animals. 

The footsteps behind you intensify. A large shadow looms over you, and you grip your swuvle in anticipation.

CLANG!

You block the attack in time, delivering one of your own as your swuvle makes contact with his skull. His agony is your own, but you can’t afford to let him win. Not this time.

Razor-sharp silver punctures through several layers of your skin in the process. You clench your jaw tightly and retreat, hoping to find some coverage while C00lk1dd is stunned. He recovers faster than you do — dashing after you at an inhumane pace.

In the midst of running, a burning sensation blooms on your back. You ignore it and keep running.

Until the pain hits.

And it hits hard, bringing you to your knees. It robs you of all your strength; the swuvle on your side falling with a clink. The sting multiplies tenfold when the knife leaves your body, and you’re kicked to the ground. Petals descend as your flower crown falls in front of you.

Most of the flowers had wilted, if not fallen out. The stems no longer hold it in place. Still, you reach out to it in your dying breath.

Steel glistens with the shine of moonlight, preparing to pierce your flesh and finish you off.

But it never descends.

C00lk1dd's hand shakes, before he places down his knife with a sigh. He'll let you bleed out. It's easier.

After all, he still has one more question for you.

"Who are you?"

"...Y-your friend." You choke out, bringing the flower crown closer to your chest. Crimson droplets varnish the faded colors of sunflowers, roses, and poppies.

"I've never had friends." C00lk1dd corrects.

Silence. You pinch the petals of a pale poppy.

“Why do you still hold onto that dead thing?”

In uneven breaths, you answer, “...Someone I love gave it to me.”

When your hand falls slack, the man walks over to the flower crown and frees it from your unnaturally tight grip. Upon closer inspection, he realizes that the choice of flora felt familiar.

You feel familiar.

It's when C00lk1dd takes the time to inspect his surroundings, does he realize a very important detail. The structure of the tree, its arch, the leaves.

A Eucalyptus tree.

He would always visit the same Eucalpytus tree with you.

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Copper Roses

Author: Trenchcoat_Paradigm

Artist: Spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean Winchester / Castiel Sam Winchester / Eileen Leahy Dean Winchester / Lisa Braden (past mention)

Length: 30000

Warnings: Discussions / Themes of terminal illness.

Tags: Canon Divergent, Hanahaki disease, Curse Breaking, Caregiving, Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Eventual Smut.

Posting Date: November 6, 2024

Summary: Dean is sick. Has been sick for a few days – ever since they came off their last hunt – and all looks hopelessly bleak as more blood-soaked petals clog his airways. Hanahaki disease is a deadly curse that sees flowers grow and bloom inside a person whose heart is filled with a romantic love for another, and the only way to cure it is to have that love returned to them. But Dean is adamant that this person doesn’t love him back and he refuses to speak their name.  If Castiel’s words would impact his condition he would say them loud and proud every day, but that's impossible. There is no way that Dean could be in love with a broken angel. He wishes he was the one who contracted the wretched curse just to take away Dean’s burden, he can't stand watching the man he loves wither and die right before his eyes. He will do whatever it takes to see Dean get that cure, even if it means breaking his own heart in the process.

Excerpt: One of Castiel’s downfalls of losing his grace was he now needed to rest more to help what little grace remained to revitalize quicker, but this night it wouldn’t be the hum of the circulating air or the clang of pipes that would keep Castiel from sleep. It was the hacking, retching cough that echoed down the hallway.  Dean had been coughing nonstop since he went to bed less than an hour ago. He had started in his room, the spluttering muffled behind his closed door, but he quickly moved from his room to the bathroom – which was adjacent to Castiel’s room. It had been five minutes, and that coughing hadn’t slowed, it was an intense chesty cough that sounded like it rattled every bone in his body, and after another heaving bout of it Castiel was out of bed and across the hall to see if he could help.  He knocked on the bathroom door gingerly as he pushed it open, “Dean?” The bathroom was a small space compared to the rest of the bunker and clad in an off-white tile. Three shower cubicles stood to the left and a row of three sinks sat under large rectangular mirrors to the right, which is where he found Dean. He was hunched over the middle sink, his hands gripped tightly around the porcine rim as he heaved and choked out another retching splutter.  The back of his hand wiped at his mouth as he lifted his eyes to Cas. For want of a better word, he looked awful. His skin was pasty and pale which made the heavy bags under his eyes even more prominent. His usual perfectly manicured hair was misshapen and at odd angles with dry days old product flaking from it, and those bright dazzling forest green eyes were dull and red-rimmed. “Sorry. Did I wake you?” he wheezed. Castiel shook his head as he took a single step inside the room, “I was just coming to check on you. See if I could help.” Dean opened his mouth to speak – probably to argue – but all that came out was another hacking splutter. He turned sharply back to the sink to cough violently into the bowl, like a cat trying to bring up a fur ball. Castiel hurried to his side, rubbing a soothing hand between his shoulder blades as Dean continued to choke and wheeze. He looked down and noticed tiny flecks of bright red blood splattered into the white of the bowl. No doubt due to the irritation his throat was suffering thanks to the violent coughing, but still alarming to see nonetheless.

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[idkhowtomakethis]

She was perfect.

She was rightly proportioned, he had done his best to find the perfect fitting pieces. She was mostly solid. Her legs were slightly puzzled. He hoped she wouldn't hold it against him.

She was soft, unlike his hard, cold construction. She looked real. Much more real than he. When she woke, he imagined she would look kind. But if she did not that would be okay.

He stared in awe at what he'd created. He watched her even breaths. He held her face in his hand- heart surging with a flury of emotion at how his palm encased nearly the entirety of its right side.

Anger rested deep in the recesses of his mind, his love for her was so vast and wide. He would burn the world for the precious girl before him. Yet his own creator could not bother to give him a name.

He would give her a name, one as perfect and beautiful as she.

Agatha. His Agatha.

Slowly, he watched as big, doll-like eyes opened wide and she looked at him with wonder. She smiled, and it stretched the once dead skin that covered her revitalized muscles.

"Hello, my dear," he whispered gently, afraid she would startle from her wonderous curiosity.

She laughed in return. What a joyous sound. She was marvelous. She did have kind eyes, though they were both from different people, they were kind.

Still, she was much like him. Her eyes were dull and fogged over, and he wondered if she perceived the world as well as he did. He wondered if she would dislike her black lips, as he disliked his. He wondered if she would resent the patchy stitches that held together her legs. Would she resent him, as he resented his creator? Would the world hurt her as it had hurt him?

He was a selfish creature, a monster for giving life in this cruel world. But he adored her. He would make this world love her as he did, because too him, she was perfect.

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[tomjamesavery]

The Rain on our Faces Read on: AO3 Ginny watched as raindrops collected into little streams, slowly flowing down the thin misty window. She had curled up in a large woolen blanket, a small rug spread out under her. Her back comfortably against the cold stone wall, she closed her eyes, listening to the dull noise of rain hitting the window. Minutes passed while she just sat there, taking in every little noise her dorm room gave off, the muffled cracks of old wooden support beams, the faint blowing of the wind as it rushed through stone and brick alike. Lavishing in the peace bestowed upon her for once, between all this suffering and chaos.

Her eyes flew open and she slowly moved her hands, clenching them tightly, feeling strong and at ease with herself. Pulling herself upright she slowly reached to grab the steaming cup of tea she had prepared for herself earlier, a well-rehearsed heating charm keeping it at the proper temperature. Bringing it up to her lips she took a long revitalizing sip, her cold lips tingling at the warmth of the cup. A sensation traveled through her body as she felt the hot liquid rekindling a burning flame inside her. She felt ready.

The cup was put back down and through newfound energy, Ginny jumped to her feet, sending the thick blanket flying off her knees in the process.

In one breath she stormed from the tower room, a clear goal in mind, as the door flew closed behind her, she had someone to find.

She rushed down the stairs and through the common room, not caring nor stopping for the many whispers and curious looks the other students threw at her. Her target clearly outlined in her mind.

Like a breezing gust of wind, she rushed through the castle, eventually leaving the old candle-lit hallways and stepping into the courtyard, the rain violently whipping at her face in greeting.

Drenched to the skin, yet not freezing, strong winds blowing back her hair, yet remaining firm in her tracks.

Ginny came to an abrupt halt, the grass so soaked water splashed under her feet, and she spotted him.

And he spotted her.

Soaring down, the broom landing on the muddy ground as he jumped off it, sprinting towards her.

And Ginny ran too.

Arms open they collided, and in deep embrace they remained, melting into each other, their clutches tight.

They spun and turned and tears fell between the pouring rain, yet not of sorrow, but of the greatest joy imaginable

No words needed as they spoke through their love, and Ginny cupped his face as she saw his heart through the eyes of shining emerald, wet black hair framing his beautiful face.

Yet no rain, no wind, and no frost remained as their lips gently touched, they were levitating, a connection stronger not to be found.

And her body glowed brightly as if drying up her wet skin, and kiss followed kiss, time slowing down, two stars in their own galaxy, drifting together. She was home, here, where she belonged, with whom she belonged, they could never be whole, not without each other.

And Ginny knew, neither fate nor eternity would keep them apart, they would be together at last.

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[kingmaker-b]

Abandoned (1)

I really wanted to finish this one, I really did. Though I guess you could probably tell by how much effort I put into the gif itself. Sadly, it suffered from a shift in my writing style and focus. Mainly my realization that while I like media with more physical conflict, it's not translated super well on paper at least with my current skill set.

Word Count: 1.5k

Things had been uneasy in Gotham, turbulence in the sea of crime and violence wasn't unheard of. 

But this... this was different. A raging typhoon had brewed underneath the filth and grime. The death of the bat revitalized the weeds of the dark seedy underbelly, growing, moulding Gotham to their twisted designs.

Rain pelted her shoulders, working into every nook and crevice it could. 

A familiar neon eyesore sears bright in the horizon, the Iceberg Lounge.

Penguin needed a visit

A deep breath as her fingers coil around her grapple hook, something so familiar, yet so foreign.

Was she ready? 

It didn't matter.

Gotham needed a protector.

Her grip tightens, almost forcing a grimace onto her face. Was she worried about living in her successor's shadow?

Surely not. 

Her movements, deft and graceful swooping through the sky, a swipe across her wrist guarantees there are no lights on in the lounge. 

Fear ripples through her as her feet collide with the skylight, her calves tighten as the glass caves underneath her boots and so does her fear.

Her eyes trace the shattered glass as it flutters like snowflakes through the cold crisp air of the iceberg lounge. 

Soft and delicate.

Her cape catches the air at her command and in that instance, she feels the tension and fear hang thick in the air like toxic smoke.

There was a bat amongst them after all.

Rain pours through the ceiling like a waterfall, melting into her tension-filled shoulders. 

They make the first move, but she's already won this chess match of flesh and steel. 

A lunge comes from one of the dissident elements within the iceberg. 

Predictable, wild and ineffective, like a Barnes opening.

As she twists her body she notices one of their friends ready a gun, a flick of the wrist and the call is answered by a Batarang. She catches the lunge with practised ease and redirects him to a more suitable target.

Exhilaration and adrenaline flood her veins like old times sake, yet she tastes something off on the horizon, gunfire echoes through the lounge.

The explosive rattle of clashing metal and wildfire sparks.

Foreboding, as it wasn't aimed at her.

Too focused on her twisting trepidation, a bad move she's forced to reconsider as she's launched over a nearby railing. 

More out of practice than she thought.

Her instincts still honed to a fine edge, her grapple hook saves her. 

A lifeline from a less than ideal landing. 

A groan escapes her lips as her legs collide awkwardly with the floor, pain ripples through her legs, a sensation she wished stayed foreign.

A dull thud echoes across from her. 

A cocky laugh escapes from its owner's lips.

"Should've stayed in retirement," probably accompanied by an annoying cocky smirk. 

Yet something calls to her, begs for her attention.

Anger and rage flare to life flowing through her like coursing red-hot lava.

A cracked flickering bat-signal with a single bloody handprint.

Perhaps the raging typhoon hidden amongst Gotham's filth and grime was her.

Shin Ryujin.

-

You pull your red hoodie over your school uniform, a small comfort against the coiling rain cresting your skin.

A comfort nonetheless.

The last good gift from your parents.

"Yo, Hoodie," Soyeon calls, offering a tenderly lit cigarette, smoke pulling from her lips.

The embers fight desperately to stay afloat in the pool of cold weather and despair.

Concrete and brickwork, your only shield against the incumbent rain. 

Though you preferred the rain over trust fund kids.

Soyeon and her gaggle of cohorts were a weird paradoxical exclusion. 

Money didn't fix screw-up parents after all.

Your hand waves her off, a path best avoided.

She rolls her eyes slightly, taking another drag. Her eyes narrow across the rooftop, a glint of mischief dances in her eyes.

A barely hidden smile.

A lioness on the hunt.

"Gotta say a rebellious streak wasn't on my bingo card."

A shrug rolls through your shoulders, trust fund babies deserved it.

Even if you were technically one now too.

Your tongue scrapes across your teeth, you preoccupy yourself with your phone. 

You just wanted to return to the cave, Nightwing was supposed to train you tonight.

-

Gunshots, spark crackle and bloom against you like the explosive dying embers of the stars in the night sky. They echo and ricochet through your ears like a dull alarm. 

You're almost enraptured by the scattering flecks of metal dancing like fireflies, you had the Bat's last gift to thank for that.

Your relationship had always been tumultuous, your fists bludgeoned the unjust before you, your anger vents with each collision but you know it'll never be enough.

Your fingers itch for the guns at your hip, the easy way. But your mentor deserved respect in their death, something you wished for.

You watch as the last goon crumples before you, a solid hit to the stomach. "Stay down if you know what's good for you."

The sound of shattering glass distracts you before you can earn a response. None of the family should be here.

This was your penance and your burden.

You quickly hit your stride, bounding over and across abandoned tables and stools, you weren't as smooth or as graceful as Jiu, you were used to running through your obstacles.

Another shattering noise sends worry shivering through your spine, Jiu was supposed to be in Bludhaven. Rain poured like a river as you came across the scene, a shattered rail leading into the depths of an abyss.

Voices echo and boom across the scene, and your body aches, wishing nothing more to rampage. Yet you halt in your tracks. 

"Looks like Big Boy got her," a smile blooms across the thug's features. All you can think about is lodging a bullet between his eyes. A primal urge itched at your fingers, abated only by the promise you made. "I didn't realise the original flavour was back in stock."

Anger flares through you, a beast gnawing at its tether. Your teeth grit as a deep breath soothes your lungs, water to cool the fire of rage. 

Your eyes prowled over their forms, planning your assault like links in a chain. 

Twenty goons all up, it wasn't gonna be a fair fight.

For them.

A flash bang and smoke grenade cocktail to get the party started, you're disgusted with the part of you that enjoys being a hunter. 

You dive into the fray, your armoured boots collide with flesh as you land, the sound of broken ribs is hardly a surprise.

One down.

The smoke obfuscates you and every move you make, you'd never felt closer to your mentor than in moments like this. 

An apex predator amongst sheep, you'd found it harder than any of the others to toe the line.

You fire a stray bullet, loosening one of the many gaudy chandeliers.

A whole squad is gone.

You hear the familiar bloom of bullets against your suit, the pain is nothing but a dull echo of what it should be.

Bruises instead of blood. 

Sparks instead of scars.

Minor inconveniences, as you dive into the smoke. You can almost feel their palpable fear as their friends disappear one at a time.

Nothing but echoes and whispers. 

The boom of your boots, a haunting siren of pain. Primal rage etched into every stomp, a beast you desperately fight against.

A flash of fear haunts the last man standing, his eyes linger on your holsters. 

A deep gulp.

A gun levelled to his temple, everything in your core begs for the return of the executioner.

A raging beast tempered against a cage.

Insert line here.

The cage remains strong.

-

Her fingers itch capriciously against the hem of her dress shirt, her father's scoldings ring still in her ears.

The only time they really shared.

Well aside, from the times she donned the mask. But that didn't count.

She chews at her tongue, cornered by Soyeon of delinquent fame.

A small drop in the bucket of ne'er do wells she's washed over. Her fist clenches at her skirt.

"Does dear daddy the commissioner know you're here?" An infuriating smirk lines her teeth, so deliciously punchable. 

Her hands were tied... figuratively of course. It'd be a simple gesture, a right hook to her smug face.

A more becoming smile.

Yet all Ryujin can offer is a weak smile as fingers lock in her hair.

"How about we do the commissioner a favour? Teach his daughter to avoid the rats in the gutter," a scowl etched into her features, her eyes haunted with a twisted sense of pleasure.

Weak without the mask, pain tickles its way through the nerves in her scalp. Her brain shifts, survival mode a must... at least for her father's sake.

She's prepared for more, a blow to the ribs or the stomach, maybe even a hook to the face.

Her eyes snap shut.

Even among the pews of her thoughts, there's a surprise when she feels a shift. With a soft... hesitant release of her scalp, her feet stumble with the sudden adjustment.

A red hoodie, a defiant grip against Soyeon's wrist. 

"Cut it out," your voice is surprisingly soft, delicate even. It cuts like a knife, all the same, leveraged by your soul-piercing gaze.

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Aksharveda - Aurvedic Skincare Products

When it comes to skincare, there's a profound beauty in simplicity, and Ayurveda encapsulates this ethos flawlessly. At Aksharveda, we take pride in offering a range of Ayurvedic skincare products that harness the potent healing properties of nature to nourish, rejuvenate, and revitalize your skin. Here are some of our must-have offerings:

Multani Mitti (Fuller's Earth) Face Mask: Multani Mitti has been a skincare staple in Ayurveda for centuries, cherished for its deep-cleansing and detoxifying properties. Our Multani Mitti Face Mask gently draws out impurities, excess oil, and toxins from the skin, leaving it cleansed, refreshed, and radiant.

Kasturi Haldi (Wild Turmeric) Brightening Cream: Enriched with the goodness of Kasturi Haldi, our Brightening Cream is a potent elixir for dull, lackluster skin. Kasturi Haldi is celebrated in Ayurveda for its skin-brightening and anti-inflammatory properties, helping to fade blemishes, even out skin tone, and unveil a naturally radiant complexion.

Ubtan Powder: Inspired by the age-old tradition of Ubtan ceremonies, our Ubtan Powder is a luxurious blend of herbs and botanicals meticulously crafted to exfoliate, nourish, and rejuvenate the skin. With ingredients like turmeric, sandalwood, and rose petals, it offers gentle yet effective exfoliation, leaving the skin soft, smooth, and glowing.

Reetha Powder (Soapnut Powder) Cleanser: Say goodbye to harsh cleansers that strip the skin of its natural oils. Our Reetha Powder Cleanser harnesses the gentle cleansing properties of soapnut, a natural surfactant revered in Ayurveda. It effectively removes dirt, grime, and impurities while maintaining the skin's delicate moisture balance, leaving it clean, refreshed, and supple.

Kumkumadi Tailam (Saffron Oil) Facial Serum: Indulge your skin in the luxurious goodness of Kumkumadi Tailam, a potent blend of saffron, sandalwood, and other precious herbs infused into a nourishing facial serum. This Ayurvedic elixir helps to improve skin texture, reduce the appearance of fine lines and wrinkles, and promote a youthful radiance.

At Aksharveda, we believe in the transformative power of Ayurveda to nurture and enhance your skin's natural beauty. Each of our skincare products is thoughtfully formulated to harness the wisdom of Ayurveda and deliver tangible results, so you can embrace radiant, healthy skin, naturally. Experience the magic of Ayurveda with Aksharveda, and let your skin revel in the purity of nature's bounty.

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Aloe Vera Awesomeness: The Ultimate Nourishing Face Wash

Introduction: In our busy lives, cleansing our face morning and night is essential to remove impurities, excess oil, and pollutants, refreshing our skin. A good face wash is the foundation of any skincare routine, and Kass Care’s Gentle Aloe Vera Face Wash is here to elevate that experience.

About the Product: Kass's Aloe Vera Face Wash offers a gentle yet effective cleansing, removing oil and dirt while leaving the skin soft, hydrated, and never dry. Its unique gel formula is perfect for sensitive skin, providing light cleaning without stripping natural oils. It penetrates the skin quickly, offering antimicrobial and anti-inflammatory benefits, reducing blemishes and signs of aging, and boosting collagen and elasticity. Rich in vitamins C & E, the Aloe Vera beads in the cleanser ensure gentle exfoliation and hydration.

Hero Ingredients:

Aloe Vera Beads: Soothes, hydrates, and gently exfoliates.

Ashwagandha Extract: Targets acne, dullness, and dryness while promoting skin repair.

Algae Extract: Hydrates, brightens, and offers UV protection.

Coco-Glucoside: A natural cleanser that moisturizes and is ideal for sensitive skin.

Hydrovance: Enhances hydration, reduces fine lines, and improves skin texture.

Who Should Use It: This face wash is suitable for normal to dry skin types, including those dealing with fatigue, uneven texture, or looking for a daily cleansing and mild exfoliation solution.

Benefits:

Refreshes and revitalizes skin without drying it out.

Maintains skin hydration throughout the cleansing process.

Gently removes dead skin cells and unclogs pores.

Offers protection against UV damage.

Leaves skin healthy, rejuvenated, and glowing.

Skincare Tips: For optimal skin health, maintain hydration internally and externally, incorporate a Hyaluronic Acid Serum for deep moisture, use a barrier-protecting moisturizer during the day, and a nourishing night cream to repair and hydrate overnight.

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Revitalize and Protect Your Skin with Skinceuticals Antioxidants

For glowing, healthy skin, building an effective skincare routine is key. Among the top choices for defending against aging and environmental stressors are high-quality antioxidants. Skinceuticals antioxidants, known for their science-backed, potent formulations, are particularly effective in protecting and revitalizing the skin.

Why Antioxidants Are Vital for Skin Health

Our skin endures constant exposure to pollutants, UV rays, and free radicals, which can lead to premature aging, dullness, and skin damage. Antioxidants work as a protective barrier, neutralizing these harmful elements to maintain youthful, vibrant skin. Skinceuticals has developed advanced antioxidant formulas designed specifically to target these daily skin concerns, delivering powerful protection and deep nourishment.

Key Benefits of Skinceuticals Antioxidants

1. Shields Against Environmental Damage

Products like Skinceuticals' C E Ferulic and Phloretin CF serums are formulated to defend the skin from free radicals, pollution, and UV rays. This layer of defense can help reduce visible signs of aging, such as wrinkles, fine lines, and dark spots caused by oxidative stress.

2. Promotes a Brighter, More Even Skin Tone

Consistent use of Skinceuticals antioxidants can visibly brighten your complexion. Ingredients like vitamin C and ferulic acid work together to reduce hyperpigmentation and even out skin tone, unveiling a radiant, healthy-looking glow.

3. Encourages Collagen Production

In addition to protecting the skin, antioxidants also promote collagen synthesis, which is essential for maintaining elasticity and firmness. This results in smoother, more resilient skin, helping to reduce sagging over time.

How to Add Skinceuticals Antioxidants to Your Routine

To fully benefit from Skinceuticals antioxidants, apply them each morning after cleansing and before moisturizing. This allows the formula to absorb fully and primes your skin for exposure to daily environmental stressors.

Incorporating Skinceuticals antioxidants into your skincare routine can be a transformative step, equipping your skin with the defense it needs to stay radiant and youthful. Discover the power of these antioxidants to unlock a healthier, more luminous complexion.

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Watermelon Is The Wonder Fruit For Skin!

Fruits in season add a radiant glow to your skin, and those with a high water content can benefit your skin immensely. 

A typical summertime snack that helps beat the heat is watermelon. However, watermelon offers several benefits that draw the interest of numerous studies.

Numerous health advantages of watermelon include cancer prevention and heat relief. It helps with weight loss as well. Many of us still appreciate it as a summertime treat because of its unusually mild sweetness.

Watermelon offers a plethora of cosmetic benefits, like protecting your skin from UV radiation and maintaining its youthful appearance throughout the hectic summer months. Watermelon's many vitamins and antioxidants make it easy to make revitalizing face masks that will quickly give you more radiant, translucent skin.

Watermelon face masks made at home are good for detoxifying and moisturizing the skin while removing impurities.Your skin should look fantastic after using a watermelon face pack, but maintaining a healthy lifestyle and eating a balanced food are also important.

What Benefits Does Watermelon Have For Skin Health?

Beyond just being a fantastic source of water, watermelon is also an excellent diet for healthy skin. Scrolling down shows how this fruit might help with various skin care issues. You won't be sorry if you incorporate it into your skincare or body care regimen.

1. Scrubbing Bar Natural

Because watermelon has a lot of vitamin C, your skin will brighten quickly. The fruit's coarse granules moisturize and exfoliate the skin gently. Gently scrub your face with a teaspoon of mashed watermelon to remove dead skin cells.

2. Immediate Skin Hydration

Watermelon juice can quench your thirst on a hot day, but consider the benefits it can have for your skin. Your face and body may regain some of the moisture lost with watermelon. Because of its high water content (almost 93%), your skin becomes more naturally hydrated, looking plump and radiant.

The water content of watermelon is approximately 93%. It can replenish the moisture that has been lost from the body or face. To hydrate tight, flaky skin, massage watermelon and cucumber juice into the skin.

3. Age-Reversing Impact

Watermelons are rich in vitamins and antioxidants, which promote healthy skin. In addition to enhancing suppleness and preventing free radical damage, antioxidants make skin appear firmer and less prone to fine lines and wrinkles. Vitamins help to brighten and exfoliate the layer of dull skin that gives the appearance of tired and overworked skin.

4. Takes Out Inflammation

Acne-prone skin usually needs calming and nourishing ingredients. The recommended fruit for this is watermelon. It helps to relax your skin with its anti-inflammatory properties. That feels good.

5. High Nutrient Content

Watermelon is an excellent source of skin-beneficial elements. It has vitamins A, B, and C that protect and nourish your skin. Additionally, these vitamins help to increase collagen development, which brightens, minimizes spots, and invigorates and refreshes your skin.

6. Good For All Skin Types

This adaptable fruit works well for any skin. Because it doesn't leave the skin overly acidic, it is harmless—a single fruit works for all skin types, including combination, dry, sensitive, and acne-prone.

3 DIY Watermelon Packs

These are some incredible and helpful watermelon pouches. 

1. Ingredients For The Watermelon And Cucumber Pack

One teaspoon each of watermelon juice, cucumber zest, and honey

Process of Preparation

1. Mix each component.

2. Apply it on your entire face.

3. Give it fifteen minutes to dry.

4. Use cold water to rinse.

How Is It Operated? 

Watermelon has properties that help clear blocked pores because it is detoxifying. Cucumber helps to remove skin tan and soothes burnt skin, while honey nourishes and moisturizes the skin while preventing infections. This face pack is great for tanned skin and gives a radiant shine a week after application.

2. A pack Of watermelon And Bananas

Components

Cubed watermelon

½ cup Ripe bananas

½, medium 

2-3 tsp of chilled milk

Process Of Preparation

1. Blend the ingredients to create a homogeneous paste in a blender.

2. Cover your face and neck with this paste.

3. Put it on for twenty minutes.

4. Use cold water to rinse.

How Is It Operated? 

An excellent ingredient that cleanses, moisturizes and illuminates skin is milk. Banana tightens the skin and removes spots and blemishes, while watermelon removes age spots. Those with sensitive or pigmented skin will benefit significantly from this face pack.

3. Ingredients For The Yogurt And Watermelon Face Pack

Cubed watermelon (1 cup) 

3 tablespoons homemade curd or yogurt

1-tablespoon moong dal powder

Process Of Preparation 

1. Combine all the ingredients to form a paste.

2. Dab it onto your neck and face.

3. Let it air dry entirely.

4. Use cold water to rinse.

How Is It Operated?

Moong dal powder acts as a natural exfoliator, removing dead skin cells. In addition, the concoction of yogurt and watermelon is relatively healthy for the skin. After using this face pack for a few days, the skin appears beautiful and revitalized and is kept moisturized. It also serves as a one-stop solution for acne and pimples.

The Last Word

Watermelon is a delicious fruit many of us have loved since we were young. Because it is high in water, potassium, copper, magnesium, manganese, vitamins A, B, and C, and antioxidants, this juicy, rich-red fruit has many benefits for the skin.

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Derma ProGenix Advanced Anti-Aging Skin Care Serum

A. Overview of Derma ProGenix Advanced Anti-Aging Skin Care Serum B. Importance of anti-aging skincare in modern times

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II. Key Ingredients of Derma ProGenix Serum A. Retinol B. Hyaluronic Acid C. Peptides D. Vitamin C

III. Benefits of Using Derma ProGenix Serum A. Reduction of fine lines and wrinkles B. Improvement in skin texture and tone C. Hydration and plumping effect D. Boosting collagen production

IV. How to Use Derma ProGenix Serum A. Cleanse your face B. Apply a small amount of serum C. Gently massage into the skin D. Follow with moisturizer and sunscreen

V. Safety and Side Effects A. Patch test before use B. Possible side effects like redness or irritation C. Consultation with dermatologist for sensitive skin

VI. Customer Reviews and Testimonials A. Positive feedback on effectiveness B. Personal experiences with visible results C. User satisfaction with product quality

VII. Comparison with Other Anti-Aging Products A. Superiority of Derma ProGenix over competitors B. Unique formulation for maximum efficacy C. Value for money in comparison

VIII. Scientific Evidence and Research A. Studies supporting the efficacy of key ingredients B. Clinical trials demonstrating anti-aging effects C. Scientific backing for Derma ProGenix formula

IX. Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs) A. How long until results are noticeable? B. Can it be used on all skin types? C. Is it suitable for sensitive skin? D. What is the recommended age to start using?

X. Conclusion A. Recap of benefits and features B. Encouragement for trying Derma ProGenix Serum C. Emphasis on the importance of anti-aging skincare routine

Derma ProGenix Advanced Anti-Aging Skin Care Serum: Unveiling the Secrets to Youthful Skin

In an era where beauty standards continue to evolve, the quest for youthful and radiant skin remains timeless. With the influx of skincare products flooding the market, finding the right solution tailored to combat the signs of aging can be overwhelming. Amidst this sea of options, Derma ProGenix Advanced Anti-Aging Skin Care Serum emerges as a beacon of hope, promising to rejuvenate and revitalize aging skin. In this comprehensive guide, we delve into the depths of this innovative serum, exploring its key ingredients, benefits, usage, safety profile, and more.

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Overview of Derma ProGenix Advanced Anti-Aging Skin Care Serum

Derma ProGenix Serum represents a breakthrough in anti-aging skincare, meticulously formulated to address the diverse needs of aging skin. Harnessing the power of cutting-edge ingredients and advanced technology, this serum offers a multifaceted approach to combat the visible signs of aging, including fine lines, wrinkles, dullness, and uneven texture. With consistent use, it aims to restore youthfulness and radiance, unveiling a complexion that exudes vitality and luminosity.

Importance of Anti-Aging Skincare in Modern Times

In an age where the pursuit of beauty knows no bounds, anti-aging skincare has become a cornerstone of many individuals' daily routines. Beyond the superficial desire for flawless skin, the significance of anti-aging skincare transcends aesthetics, encompassing aspects of self-care, confidence, and overall well-being. With Derma ProGenix Serum, the journey towards ageless beauty becomes not just a goal but a reality, empowering individuals to embrace their best selves at every stage of life.

Key Ingredients of Derma ProGenix Serum

At the heart of Derma ProGenix Serum lies a potent blend of key ingredients, each chosen for its unique ability to target specific signs of aging and deliver transformative results.

Retinol

Retinol, a derivative of vitamin A, stands as a cornerstone in the realm of anti-aging skincare, revered for its unparalleled ability to stimulate collagen production, accelerate cellular turnover, and diminish the appearance of wrinkles. By promoting the renewal of skin cells and boosting collagen synthesis, retinol not only smoothens existing fine lines but also prevents the formation of new ones, imparting a youthful suppleness to the skin.

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Hyaluronic Acid

Renowned for its exceptional hydrating properties, hyaluronic acid serves as a moisture magnet, capable of holding up to 1000 times its weight in water. This powerhouse ingredient replenishes parched skin, restoring optimal hydration levels and imparting a plump, dewy complexion. Beyond its moisturizing prowess, hyaluronic acid also helps to improve skin elasticity, firmness, and overall texture, resulting in a visibly smoother and more youthful appearance.

Peptides

Peptides, the building blocks of proteins, play a crucial role in maintaining skin integrity and resilience. By stimulating collagen synthesis and promoting cellular repair, peptides help to firm sagging skin, reduce the appearance of wrinkles, and enhance overall skin tone and texture. With Derma ProGenix Serum, the inclusion of peptides ensures comprehensive anti-aging benefits, fortifying the skin's structural support and restoring its youthful vitality.

Vitamin C

As a potent antioxidant, vitamin C offers a myriad of benefits for aging skin, from neutralizing free radicals and protecting against environmental damage to brightening dull complexion and promoting collagen synthesis. By combating oxidative stress and enhancing skin radiance, vitamin C helps to reverse the signs of aging, leaving the skin looking rejuvenated, revitalized, and luminous.

Benefits of Using Derma ProGenix Serum

Derma ProGenix Serum offers a plethora of benefits that cater to the diverse needs of aging skin, making it a standout choice for those seeking comprehensive anti-aging solutions.

Reduction of Fine Lines and Wrinkles

One of the primary concerns addressed by Derma ProGenix Serum is the visible signs of aging, including fine lines and wrinkles. Through its potent blend of active ingredients, the serum works synergistically to smoothen out wrinkles, plump up fine lines, and restore skin elasticity, resulting in a more youthful and rejuvenated complexion.

Improvement in Skin Texture and Tone

In addition to reducing wrinkles, Derma ProGenix Serum also targets uneven skin texture and tone, helping to refine pores, diminish age spots, and promote a smoother, more even complexion. By encouraging cellular renewal and exfoliation, the serum reveals fresher, healthier skin beneath, unveiling a radiant and luminous glow.

Hydration and Plumping Effect

Hydration is key to maintaining youthful skin, and Derma ProGenix Serum delivers a potent dose of moisture to quench thirsty skin cells. With hyaluronic acid as its star ingredient, the serum replenishes dehydrated skin, plumping up fine lines and restoring suppleness, resulting in a soft, dewy complexion that radiates with vitality.

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Boosting Collagen Production

Collagen, the structural protein responsible for skin firmness and elasticity, naturally declines with age, leading to sagging skin and wrinkles. Derma ProGenix Serum stimulates collagen synthesis, helping to rebuild the skin's support structure from within and counteract the effects of aging. With regular use, the serum promotes firmer, more resilient

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