#also the hands! the rings! the hands! the hair! SHE!

[notsosecretlyalesbian]

"Your bank statement will say "Lilia's Leggings", but that's just my side hustle."

Patti LuPone as Lilia Calderu in Agatha All Along | 01×02: Circle Sewn with Fate / Unlock Thy Hidden Gate

[ang3ltine]

𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 '𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬'?- College au

⤿ 𝖿𝗍 𝖬𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 student 𝖲𝖾 𝗆𝗂 𝗑 𝖥𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇 student 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: this is just a small headcanon that shows how it would be like to have a roommate like Se mi.

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: mentions of alcohol, drunk Se mi, smoking, suggestive themes, abusive relationship and violence (not too extreme).

𝖠𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌: Don't worry this mostly contains fluff!! Also I hope you enjoy!

𖦹 It was the start of a new year in College and you had decided to swap roommates with another girl. The reason was that your old roommate was a pain in the ass and you'd had enough.

𖦹 By the time you had entered your new dorm room, another girl was unpacking her stuff. She was tall, had short dark hair and piercings on her nose and bottom lip. Honestly you had mixed feelings, she was super hot but also kind of intimidating?

𖦹 Nonetheless, despite you two being polar opposites of eachother. You both got along pretty well. Your roommate was a music major named Se mi, her aesthetic was more simple and darker than yours. Whereas you liked your pinks and whites and was a Fashion Major.

𖦹 You thought that Se mi would be the type to keep to herself and not talk much with you, but you were dead wrong. She's super kind and caring but was also a big tease.

𖦹 Furniture shopping!! You guys would go to the mall to buy cute furniture for your dorm room. Se mi picked out cute matching cups with Cherries for you guys to share ♡

𖦹 Se mi legit lives in your bed at this point. She loves how your mattress was much more plush and comfortable than hers. You'd always have to kick her out if you find her sneaking under your covers at night.

"Se mi? What the hell are you doing??" You hissed through your teeth as Se mi slips under your covers.

"What..? Oh don't mind me, just go back to sleep and pretend you never saw me," she'd state casually while snuggling further into the blanket. This had been going on since maybe the 3rd week of the 1st semester?

Groaning in annoyance while you face palmed, you had to calm your heartbeat down. At some point you had begun to grow a small crush on her but blamed it on your lack of success in your love life.

𖦹 Speaking of your love life. It was a legit mess. Every boy you had been with had either cheated on you or was just a fling. The most recent 'boyfriend' you had was super manipulative and controlling. Feeling like you didn't really have a choice , you stuck with him. Because he gave you what you thought was love.

𖦹 Se mi hates this man with her guts and believes you deserve better. Literally has an existential crisis because she doesn't know whether the feelings she has for you is platonic or much more.

𖦹 Finally she had enough when she heard you crying by your bedside, keening down and clutching your stomach. He had punched you, hard. Without a second thought, she stormed her way through the boy's dormitory and confronted the guy. Leaving him with a broken nose and a clear message.

"Don't mess with my girl."

𖦹 Se mi likes when you style her clothes or pick out outfits for her. Also she absolutely loves it when you actually make clothes for her! Literally adores every accessory or shirt/sweater you design for her.

𖦹 She's a smoker and gets drunk from time to time. This was so she could cope with her own problems, until you coerced her to drink less and smoke outside. As her birthday gift, you got her the vivienne westwood heart shaped lighter that had been on her wishlist. You may or may not have taken a look at it while she wasn't looking. She so wanted to marry you on the spot when you handed it to her.

"Please marry me!!" She'd scream, literally almost waking up the girls next door.

"Geez! Ok, fine! I'll marry you, just be quiet!" You whisper shouted as she hands you a makeshift ring that she totally didn't make right infront of you.

𖦹 Don't worry, she gets you a real one with a golden band and a pink gem in the middle. Which you love and Cherish ofcourse! You two would definitely have matching promise rings, with hers being a silver band and a black gem.

𖦹 Both of you collect figurines so you two definitely go to popmart together! She likes Hirono and Kubo whereas you liked Skullpanda and Molly figurines. You'd decorate your room with showcases and get matching labubu's together!! So cute

𖦹 Would drop you off at your class before going to hers cause both the music department and fashion/design department are close by.

𖦹 Gives you privacy whenever you need it and isn't the type of person to eavesdrop in a conversation that you're having with a friend. Unless you personally come to her for advice.

𖦹 When you two started dating, she was the one to ask you to be her girlfriend. She knew you had feelings for her too but you didn't know how to tell her. Which she completely understands, this was something new to you. She took her time with you and eventually you got more comfortable in the relationship.

𖦹 Ideal dating spots would be around or near campus, unfortunately. This is due to your busy schedules and you both take your majors seriously. If you guys are on break, she definitely take you outside the city to the beach. If you didn't want to travel far, she'd take you to cute cafés and arcades to have fun and chill at the same time.

𖦹 Very much into PDA! Holds your hand/waist when your walking to class or talking a walk around campus. Would teasingly whisper obscene things into your ear just to get a reaction out of you. Often resulting in you both making out in the girls washroom or a janitors closet.

{Nsfw}

𖦹 Oh Lord you're in for a long ride. Yall share the same washroom so expect shower sex from time to time. You'd have to shove her out the bathroom because she wouldn't leave, when you just wanted a peaceful shower.

𖦹 Is surprisngly super sweet and soft during intimacy. A soft dom most of the time but can be a switch too. However, if she's feeling frustrated then expect her to be a little rough. But she'd give you the best aftercare, making sure to rub your sides and stomach. Would give you painkillers and a warm bubbly bath. If you wanted, she would join you. If not then she'd wait until you've finished first.

𖦹 you guys share a bed at this point, so now you both have a small double bed with a super plush mattress and insanely fluffy pillows and massive duvet. Will never keep her hands to herself so expect lazy morning sex or insane makeout sessions.

"Why're you so embarrassed? I've literally seen you naked so there's no need to be shy~" she'd say teasingly while cuddling with you in bed.

"God you're insufferable..!"

Safe to say you two didn't make it to your first class.

[bimbosnbutterflies2026]

Everything I need between those thighs

Aaron x Black!reader

Warnings:kissing, a lil touching , selective language, a lil cursing(Like one word)

“Hey baby wake up.” you sit up to see Aaron on the end of the bed shaking your ankle.

He smiles and says softly “Hey there you go pretty, I got a surprise for you come on.”

You groan but throw the covers off you and slip off the side of the bed to make your way to the bathroom “Morning baby.” You say. Aaron stands as you walk past him and grabs your waist turning you towards him and bringing you into his chest “Morning to you too grumpy” he says while looking into your eyes and leaning in for a kiss you comply but pull away when he gets rough.

“Okay babe one I have to brush my teeth and two I have to pee” you say while heading into the bathroom. Once you come out you see him standing by the door. He smiles as he sees you and turns to push you back into the bathroom he cocks his head to the side and asks “You handle your business?”

“I peed but I didn’t brush my teeth. Don’t worry I wasn’t gonna leave you out there.” You say with a laugh.

“mmh hmm” he says while smiling at you. You offer a smile smile back then you and Aaron start doing your hygiene.

Meanwhile Aaron turns on some music(Get You by Daniel Cesar and Kali Uchis)

He softly hums in your ear while your taking your hair out of your bonnet.

“Your cries they can be heard from far and wide”

you giggle and push him away “Stop it”

He smiles but grabs your waist bringing your back into his front

“Everything I need between those thighs.”

You smile noticing his erection before turning back to fluffing your hair. You catch his eye contact in the mirror. He’s standing behind you smirking slightly knowing you noticed.

You only smile back and he raises an eyebrow then you turn around to face him wrapping your arms around his neck “Don’t we have somewhere to go” you say with a teasing tone. He sighs slightly knowing your playing with him and leans down closer to your face

Your breath hitches and you lean back feeling the tension and he says while looking into your eyes “You know that ain’t got nothing to do with handing you before we go.”

You huff knowing he’s right and what he’s doing because there’s a light ache forming between your legs. He grabs your waist and smiles while leaning into your ear “Don’t you want me to handle you baby.” You moan slightly as he begins to kiss his way from your ear to your neck.

Your huffing out breaths as he moves his hands underneath your shirt moving to take it off but stop in your tracks as his phone starts to ring. “Damn.” He says roughly. As you move to get from in front of him he catches your waist and shakes his head. “You stay in here go ahead and get in the shower okay.”

You eye him before saying “I thought you were gonna handle me first.” He laughs softly before looking into your eyes saying “Don’t worry I’ll finish what I started baby” You smile to yourself as he walks out of the bathroom and think to yourself

Ooh, who would've thought I'd get you?

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ohhhhhhh my first fanfic inspired by me listening to Get You by Daniel Caesar and kali Uchis this morning had my mind running and me in my feeeeels

a special lil shoutout to my girl @yassbishimvintage cuz her fics be having your mind running to and also she just posted her a lil Amari & Brendan fic it’s 3 parts and the bomb too LOVE YOU GIRL @megamindsecretlair cuz we was talking the other night (well morning cuz we was up late lol) and she is the funniest person on here I swear she also writes fanfics and I looove hers

and @melosliving I found her stuff just today and she got some nice stuff

and a final shoutout to my followers cuz it’s only a couple of y’all but y’all the best ❤️❤️

[formulawolff]

“well that’s too bad” — k.r.

pairing -> kimi räikkönen x dcc!reader

word count -> {typed this one on my phone}

warnings -> banter, lots of flirting, some sexual innuendos, kimi being protective, the grid being a bunch of goofballs/down bad, some cursing, light pda

a/n -> this is a request based off of this ask! anon, i love you and thank you for sending in an ask so that i could write about one of my favorite drivers (can we also talk about long hair kimi like…) i hope y’all enjoy!

"who is that?"

a blonde peers around the garage, cocking his head as the figure strolls toward the row of paddocks. licking his lips, he folds his arms across his chest.

"i don't know, but whoever she is, she's gorgeous. absolutely stunning."

the object of sebastian vettel’s desire brings a phone to her ear, her plush lips parting, brow furrowing. whatever she was doing, she was deeply invested, as she stopped dead in her tracks to make the call.

the fellow drivers gather around the blonde, almost gawking. there was no doubt this woman was absolutely ethereal, the gentle rays of the morning sun accentuating her features. a pair of low rise jeans hung from her hips, a white long sleeve clinging to her torso. a luxurious purse hung from her shoulder, the bag accessorized with all sorts of trinkets and a bow.

the most striking aspect of her outfit was the pair of cowboy boots on her feet, the black leather worn from years of wear.

an interesting choice, especially in monaco, but it suited her.

she was regal, carrying herself with an aura that exuded dominance and grace. and to sebastian’s delight, she started to make her way in the direction of the red bull garage.

was she single? there sure wasn’t a ring on that left hand. but she could have opted to leave it at home, where it was protected from the public eye.

it was a gamble really.

and sebastian was more than willing to take his chances.

"do you think i could get her number?"

"you? please. you wouldn't stand a chance."

"come on nico," lewis hamilton, british driver for mercedes scoffs, rolling his eyes, "and you think you could?"

“well, i guess we could ask her if she’s ever been to paris—“

"you guys really know how to make me chuckle," another voice cuts in, his spanish accent seeping into every word, "a woman of that caliber? she probably wouldn't even look in your direction—"

"hi boys!" a chirp rings out through the red bull garage, "i'm looking for my husband. i tried calling his cell but i couldn't reach him. do y’all know where he is?"

her voice was sickeningly sweet, thick with the twang of an accent.

not just any ordinary accent.

an american accent, a drawl that sebastian only heard from one region of that country.

the south.

clearing your throat, you survey the array of men milling about in the garage. you recognize them all in an instant, as your husband had dotingly shown you photos over the years. before you stood fernando alonso, sebastian vettel, lewis hamilton, nico rosberg, and daniel ricciardo. an elite group of drivers, but they did not compare to the man you were searching for.

it wasn't even close.

you were looking for a finnish man, fair in complexion with fluffy, golden locks of hair. a hue that reminded you of sunlight pouring through the leaves of a forest. he was shorter in stature, but muscular, with piercing, icy blue eyes.

well, piercing to some, but to you, they were beautiful, brimmed with nothing but adoration and joy. often, you would gush to him about how his eyes were like the summer sky. he detested this, grumbling how they weren’t that special, but you could always make out a boyish grin, his dimples making an appearance.

taking a step back, sebastian studies you, gnawing on the inside of his cheek. as you give your name to nico, a bell rings in his head. he couldn’t quite place a finger on it, but it sounded familiar.

almost like he had heard it before. mentioned a few times, actually.

“who’s your husband?” fernando puckers his lips, placing his hands on his hips, “is he an engineer? a mechanic? part of the media?”

“he’s a driver.”

“a driver?” lewis’ eyes widen, “are you sure? we would remember one of our own bringing a woman like you around the—“

“will you all stop pestering my wife?”

a rumble from behind you earns a flinch from the drivers. swiveling on your heel, you feel your mouth curl into a dazzling grin.

“sugar! i’ve been looking all over for you! this place is a maze.”

sebastian can’t help but feel his mouth fall open as kimi räikkönen scoops you up into his embrace, squeezing you tightly against his chest. giggles erupt, bouncing off the walls as he peppers your face with kisses, a giddy squeal rising in your throat as he murmurs sweet nothings into your ear.

shaking his head, lewis almost can’t believe what he’s seeing, “you have got to be shitting me.”

“you’re telling me!” nico mutters, glaring at sebastian, he arches a brow, “is this the woman he’s been rambling about for months on end?”

“she is,” daniel clears his throat, finally finding his voice, “you guys didn’t put that together the second she started to speak? you can tell that woman has lived in texas all of her life. she’s wearing cowboy boots for fuck’s sake. you guys really amaze me sometimes.”

“well sorry we’re not all detectives like you!” fernando pouts, throwing his hands in the air, “we were all under the impression that—“

“the impression that i was just some helpless little bunny makin’ her way through?”

your snarky words cut through, sending a ripple of shock throughout the boys. their heads turn, pairs of eyes falling on you.

clicking your tongue, you raise a hand, pointing at sebastian, “y’all know it’s rude to stare, right? i could feel you watching me from a mile away.”

kimi wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, “why didn’t any of you let me know she was here?”

“they thought i was single,” you can’t help but feel a smirk begin to grow as the boys stutter, scrambling to find some sort of response that wouldn’t set kimi off any further.

“well that’s too bad,” finding your hand, kimi intertwines your fingers together, “because you’re my wife. you guys hear that? she’s mine. off. limits.”

“heard you loud and clear,” fernando flashes the finnish driver a thumbs up, “my apologies, kimi.”

“don’t apologize to me,” kimi snorts, “apologize to her.”

as the boys hang their heads, you can’t help but feel a chuckle tumble out as they start speaking in unison, like some schoolboys being chastised.

“we’re sorry.”

“that’s better,” tugging on your hand, kimi motions his head in the direction of his own garage, “come on, my love. let’s go.”

peering over your shoulder, you shoot the group one last wink, scrunching your nose slightly. giving them all a wave, you blow a kiss.

“it was nice to meet y’all! but if you’ll excuse me, i would like to be with my husband. hopefully you’ll all fare better on the track than how you court women. bye now!”

and as you walk away, kimi brings your hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the gentle skin.

“i love you.”

linking your elbow with his, you lay your head on his shoulder, your heart cozy with bliss.

“and i love you, ice man.”

and for the rest of the day, the ice man would bear a radiant smile.

a sort of grin the rest of the grid had never seen before.

and that was all thanks to his cheerleader.

his wonderful, talented, smoke show of a cheerleader.

the one who happened to be not just any cheerleader, but his wife as well.

and if anyone wanted you?

well, that was too damn bad.

[cjsmalley]

A New Secret Keeper:

After the wedding, nothing really changed for Adrien and Marinette; she still returned home to the Bakery to spend time with her family and sleep, he visited the Realms often to visit his (who didn’t care that he was legally emancipated from them) and get healed from battle wounds. He still sat with Nino in class, she with Ayla.

They ate lunch together and studied together and sometimes, after particularly grueling battles, she passed out somewhere in the safety of his apartment and he did the same in the Bakery.

Ladybug and Chat Noir still fought Akumas and still triumphed even if it came at a cost.

It was after one such battle, a bright Saturday morning that Ayla barged into Adrien’s apartment to find Marinette dressed in one of his shirts, a pair of boxers, and nothing else.

“Girl!” Ayla hissed, wide eyed and shocked.

“Not what it looks like,” Marinette sighed, starting the coffee machine with a practiced air.

“Marinette?” Adrien called from his bedroom, sounding pained, “Marinette, come back to bed.”

“Still not what you’re thinking, Ayla,” Marinette assured, grabbing a tub of something congealed and green. Neon green.

She hurried back to the bedroom, Ayla following with morbid curiosity; Adrien was trying to get up from the bed. He was shirtless and wrapped in bandages stained green and red. Blood red.

“Oh, Chaton,” Marinette murmured softly, hurrying to a field surgery kit open on a dresser, “I’m right here, Chaton. Right here.”

Ayla gasped as she realized that Adrien couldn’t even see, his eyes were bandaged.

Marinette came back to Adrien, arms full of gauze and bandages which she dumped beside him.

“What the—”

Adrien stiffened at her voice and hissed with pain; Marinette gave Ayla a hard look, a Ladybug look, and said, “Out, get out. I’ll deal with you when I’m done here…”

“My Lady?” Adrien turned to Marinette’s voice.

“Just Ayla, who will wait out in the kitchen, my love. My handsome knight,” Marinette crooned.

Ayla left just as she was undoing the bandages around his eyes.

The amateur reporter’s mind was spinning and dots were being connected.

Later, what seemed like hours later, Marinette emerged from the room; she was wearing a new shirt.

“Marinette,” Ayla said hoarsely but the raven-haired girl held up a finger and grabbed a cup of coffee like she was grabbing a lifeline.

She sat down at the table. Had a long draw of coffee. Smacked her lips. Set her mug down. Inhaled. Then ordered, “None of this goes on the blog, understand?”

Ayla nodded dumbly.

Marinette held up her hand; she was wearing her ring.

“Yes, I’m Ladybug, yes, Adrien’s Chat Noir. No, the Cure doesn’t always work on us. We get healed last, unless Chat is dead. Sometimes it just doesn’t have enough power to fully heal us. That green stuff is a salve from his family. It accelerates healing. Their family doctor estimates his eyes should heal within forty-eight hours, that was twenty-six hours ago. I’m also using my magic to speed up his healing. No, we haven’t had sex. Not even ‘we’re miraculously alive” sex. I just don’t have clean clothes here. He offered me the shirts and the boxers. Please don’t yell or scream, the more he sleeps the faster he heals. I just had to use a heavy-duty sedative on him, and I can’t just give him another dose if you wake him up. Have I covered everything so far?”

“Girl, why—?” Ayla whispered.

“Because a) I wasn’t allow to and b) I didn’t want to make you or anyone else a more tempting target for Hawkmoth,” Marinette stated calmly, “I didn’t even know Adrien was Chat for the longest time and he definitely didn’t know my identity. Again, you can’t tell anyone, Not even Nino.”

“Lila—”

Marinette snorted, “Probably the only truth she ever told; she saw us transform…Adrien’s Papa’s done…something to her so she can’t tell anymore. She’s still alive. But she’s…it’s a spell, Ayla. Every time she endangers Adrien she gets punished…somehow…Danny won’t say how, neither will Sam.”

“Danny, Sam? Adrien’s parents? They know? They’re…”

“Not okay with it, not at all. But they’re…steeped in magic, Ayla. That’s the most I can say. They have Secrets too. Secrets that could put more than Adrien in danger if told to the wrong people. So they understand we were…are Chosen for this job. We were literally Chosen by the gods, Ayla. Tikki…”

The tiny goddess zipped into view and Ayla gasped, “Hello, Ayla Cesaire. I am called Tikki by humans. I oversee Good Luck and Creation.”

Tikki cuddled to Marinette’s cheek, “And, yes, Marinette is my Chosen. My current Ladybug…speaking of…”

Marinette laughed and stood up, still with the tiny being on her shoulder, and went to grab some Bakery-bought cookies from a cupboard. Tikki dove into the packaging and began eating.

Marinette wandered back to the table and sat down, still giggling softly.

“Mari,” came a groan from the bedroom.

“Still here, my love,” she called back, “go back to sleep, Chaton. We’re safe. Paris is safe right now.”

“Eurghhh…” was the replying sound and then they swiftly heard snores.

“So what’s the plan today?” Ayla asked intently.

“Today is for regrouping; Hawkmoth probably won’t send out an akuma. Probably. If he does, we suit up and rely on the likes of Rena Rouge and Carapace for backup—”

“You chose me. Marinette—Ladybug—you chose me and Nino—” Ayla nearly shrieked but forced her voice down at Marinette’s sharp look.”

“Because, Ayla, you’re my best friend. I trust only Adrien more than you. I need people I can trust at my back in battle. And I was right,” Marinette said a little smugly, sipping her coffee, “you’re a great fox, Ayla. I couldn’t ask for a better one. And you trust Nino so much that I have to trust him too. I make mistakes, Chloe being Queen Bee was one, she wasn’t ready though she’s working on herself so I might give Pollen back. Her mom’s a piece of work, maybe worse than Gabriel. So she’s a little messed up in the head. But, aside from her breakdown, she was a good hero.”

“But I thought—with Lila—”

“And you did the right thing; you did the research. You saw through the illusions she spoke. You did as the fox does.”

And Ayla wondered at this confident version of her friend; Marinette was never this confident.

“Was it all a…cover?” Ayla asked in a small voice.

“Hmm?”

“The clumsiness. The nervousness? How much of you was—”

“No, that was all real. Is all real,” Marinette assured, before smiling softly, “but Ladybug can’t be Marinette. And sometimes, when it’s safe or I need it for some reason, I become more Ladybug than I really should as a civilian. It does help that I do get the muscle memory of previous Ladybugs when I need it.”

“But you and Adrien, you were so nervous…”

“And it was like a switch flipped overnight, right? One day I could barely talk to him, the next we were dating,” Marinette pointed out softly, smiling, “I found out that he was my Chat. My partner who I also love dearly. And I could talk to Chat as if I were talking to you. Even more than that because he’s in the trenches with me every day.”

“There’s something else.”

Marinette sighed, starting to twist her ring, “Where his parents are…that fake wedding we agreed to? It counts as real. Adrien’s Grandfather came in especially to officiate…It’s Magic and Secrets I know but I can’t tell you or anyone. I promise, Ayla. As soon as it’s safe, you’ll get all the information you’d ever want. We haven’t consummated the marriage yet, but that doesn’t matter. The marriage is Real.”

Ayla inhaled sharply, “Can you even divorce then? If you wanted to?”

“

“Yes, actually. It’ll be a complicated process, because we are bound through Tikki and Plagg and Destiny…literally soulmates, Ayla. All Chats and Ladybugs are soulmates in some way. Not always romantic. But yes, the marriage can be ended.”

“Wow. We knew it was serious…with the rings and all, but…wow,” she gave a trembly smile, “Girl, when you do something you really do it. You’ve got that boy locked down, don’t you.

Marinette gave a matching grin, reminding, “And he has me.”

“Oh, Marinette.”

Wished Away 9

Tylers meet Phantoms:

“Christ, Mum,” Rose said as she took in how Jackie, Pete, and Tony were dressed, “we’re just meetin’—”

“Royalty!” Jackie squeaked. They were all done up like they were meeting the Queen at Buckingham Palace itself!

“Honestly, Mum, they don’t care,” Rose rolled her eyes, grabbing her mother’s wrist and tugging her through the console room and to the wardrobe room, “I told ya ta dress casually. Let’s just hope the Ol’ Girl has clothes fer ya.”

It took about an hour to get everyone redressed, in things much more casual but still nice, before Rose led them back to the console room.

Jackie was clearly anxious, “Are ya—”

“’m sure, Mum. Danny an’ Sam don’t do formal unless they have ta. Unless you’re an annoying subject or someone threatenin’ war, ya don’t even have ta call ‘em by their titles. They’re just Danny an’ Sam ta family.”

“Lookie what I found,” Jenny bounded from the innards of the TARDIS, holding a tiny bike helmet.

She went to her toddler uncle and put it on him, making sure it fit right, “Landings in the Realms are worse than normal ones. The TARDIS does Her best but the Realms give her…nausea? A headache? She just doesn’t do good.”

“Oh, goody,” Jackie said lowly, hugging a strut for dear life already.

“Let me protect Anthony,” Bad Wolf came out, holding out her arms; without hesitation, Pete handed his son over.

Bad Wolf settled Tony in her arms, against her chest and shoulder, and then spread her feet and crouched slightly, clearly bracing for impact; she stayed steady even as the TARDIS began Her flight.

Everyone else was thrown about the console room, the Doctor and Jenny barely holding on to work the console, but Bad Wolf and Tony did not move an inch.

The landing was rough, just as Jenny said it would be, throwing even the Time Lords to the grated floor before the TARDIS stopped quaking.

Jenny recovered first and stood up, rubbing her shoulder, to peek out the doors, “We’re in the Palace. Uncle Danny and Aunt Sam are waiting…”

Slowly, everyone picked themselves up and Rose reemerged, straightening with some popping from her knees.

Jenny led the procession out, racing to hug a man and a woman, “Uncle Danny, Aunt Sam! How’re you?”

Danny and Sam chuckled and hugged her as one, “Good, doing good. You?”

“Perfect!”

She let go of them to drag Jackie, who was hesitant, forward, “This’s my Gran, Jackie. Mum’s side, duh. Completely human. He’s my step-granddad, Pete, and Mum’s holding my uncle, Tony.”

“Yer Majesties,” Jackie tried to curtsy even though she was in trousers, “an honor ta—”

“Oh, enough,” Sam chuckled, “didn’t they tell you? We don’t do formalities with family.”

“Family?” Jackie’s eyes were wide, “I know Rose said—but—”

“We count Clockwork as family,” Danny explained, “and he’s claimed the Doctor as family. The Doctor and Jenny. Rose’s basically married in by this point. Common-law, you understand. That makes her family our family. Welcome to the Palace, your home in the Infinite Realms.”

“My god,” Pete muttered, somewhat disbelieving.

“Not a god, not yet anyways,” Danny winked.

“Where’s Dani?” Jenny burst out, “Is she still in school?”

Sam grinned, “With Anakin, in the nursery. We let her stay home today.”

“Oh, Gran! Can I introduce Tony to Anakin? Please!” Jenny nearly begged.

“Anakin’s our youngest,” Danny explained kindly, “around Tony’s age, actually. We also have a nanny looking after them, Nanny Clara. He’d be perfectly safe.”

“Well…” Jackie looked to her husband, who nodded, “if you’re sure.”

Jenny cheered and took Tony from Rose, dashing off with him deeper into the Palace.

“Jenny knows the Palace as well as anyone,” Sam assured, “and if she gets lost, she can flag down a servant for help. She’s heading directly for the nursery. It’s the most defensible part of the Palace.

Danny stood up, helping Sam, “C’mon, we can talk over food; stay close, Tylers. Doctor?”

“Rose and I can bring up the rear,” the Doctor agreed, taking Rose’s hand as they began walking.

The Palace was a gothic masterpiece, in a very literal sense, though even Sam had wearied of all the gloom and had sought artists and artwork to fill the halls, soft, plush carpets and tapestries to keep the warmth, glassworks to fill the once barred windows. Statues and busts dotted the hallways, some classical, some avant garde

Masters had given their masterpieces, their magnum opuses; they were paid handsomely of course, in either coin or material.

Oils, watercolors, acrylics, textiles, glass, all created for Her Majesty the Ghost Queen. For His Majesty the Ghost King.

It wasn’t yet a riot of color, nor would it ever be, but it was more alive.

Jackie gasped and the group stopped, turning as one to see what had captured her attention.

“When they said the family was huge…”

Ah, it was the most recent family portrait; all the children were gathered around Danny and Sam, all in formal wear.

“We…sometimes people sell the souls of children to me,” Danny started, causing her and Pete to whip around to him in horror, “I know, it’s horrible, isn’t it? But anyways, we adopt the kids. Only Dani—Danielle—isn’t adopted.”

He pointed out each child and gave their backstory.

“Good Lord, you were young!” Pete said at Damian’s story.

“Old enough to be king,” Danny shrugged helplessly, “it…it wasn’t easy, we had help, so much help, and we made mistakes…”

“All parents do,” Jackie told him softly.

“So we’ve been told,” Sam smiled just as softly, “and we’ve learned and made new ones with each kid.”

Danny coughed and continued to point out kids and tell stories, until all had been covered and then they moved on.

As they neared the dining room, Danielle and Jenny joined them with each holding a toddler.

“Oh my,” Jackie said, taking in the Anakin Skywalker; she knew who he grew up to be, or would have if he had not been adopted.

“We’re hungry, Dad,” Danielle said.

Danny waved them into the dining room where the smaller table was already set for a meal; there were two chairs with booster seats and Jenny and Danielle put Tony and Anakin in them before sitting beside them and helping them get food.

The group chatted over the meal, Jackie and Pete slowly relaxing at how easy going the Royals were, and generally had good cheer.

After the meal was done, Jenny asked, “Do we put their photo up on the family wall now? I know you’ve got me, Dad, and Mum…”

Danny chuckled, “We can, if they’re okay with it.”

“Family wall?” Pete questioned.

“We keep walls of pictures of the extended family,” Sam explained easily, “you know, like Rose, the Doctor, and Jenny. Harry’s and Neville’s parents. Damian’s paternal birth-family. The Royal Portrait is just the immediate royal family. The walls are for everyone and everything else.”

Danny and Sam led the group out of the dining room and down another hallway; the walls were plastered with photographs. Some were professional, most were candid and amateur.

A common camera sat on a small round table; a high-end camera but nothing too expensive or professional.

Danny picked it up, saying, “If Jackie, Pete, and Tony don’t mind—”

Jackie decided it would be a family photograph and dragged the Doctor in; Rose and Jenny came without complaint.

Danny took a set of pictures.

After that was done, it was decided it was time for the Tylers to leave, taking pity on the still disgruntled TARDIS.

They were, however, invited to the next family gathering.

[im-just-a-simp-le-whore]

The Beginning Of The End - an Arcane fix it??

so. I just busted this out. its not edited at all. have no idea if I'll even continue it after i post this first chapter. had this idea floating around for while, since season 2 ended tbh. if Jayce and Viktor are ooc yall, pls bare with me I'm still very new to writing characters that aren't mine. (that's all I wrote previously)

for context, reader is an empath and whatever they feel is reflected on their hair via colors. the color/emotion used this chapter is anxiety=orange based on this image. if I continue this, the color wheel below will always be referred back to

also, i am open to constructive criticism!! if I've misspelled something pls pls pls tell me!! or if i could've worder something better or used a different word!!

SPOILERS FOR ARCANE SEASONS 1 AND 2 RIGHT OFF THE BAT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

ALSO TW: ANXIETY, SPIRALLING AND SKIN PICKING, MEDICATION AND ALCOHOL

An explosion

A white light 

Bright

Blinding

crashing

falling 

A decent that feels like eternity 

A buzzing

Ringing

Echoes of voices 

It's everywhere 

All around me

All at once 

A whirlwind of emotions

Blurs of colors 

Dizzying sights of people

And suddenly, I am awake

“(name), Dear? (name)?”

I feel a gloved hand shake my shoulder. I gasp as my eyes come back into focus onto Cassandra Kiramman. 

It feels as though I’ve fallen into my own body

“Mrs.Kiramman..? Wha-what? Where am… I? How did I..?” I whisper, confused, as i rub my temples with my right hand, my left swinging back to grab my pole staff only to realize 

Its not fucking there

Cassandra scoffs, and shakes her head, eyeing my left hand placement, She takes a sip of champagne and tutts

“My my dear, it seems you've had too much wine, hmm?” she asks, her tone almost playful. 

Looking around I see that I'm at hextech’s first celebration. 

This…. This isn't right! Mere minutes ago i was watching viktor and jayce get sucked into.. A vortex..? A portal? How am I back? 

Letting out a nervous giggle, and nod

“Ye-yeah! Must've been too much wine… on that note I'm gonna step outside, take a walk in the garden and sober up.” 

If Mrs.Kiramman notices my anxiety, she makes no comment and nods, walking away towards Shoola. 

Without waiting a second more, I made a swift move towards the garden. Blurting quick “Pardon me!’s” and “excuse me’s” along the way, narrowly avoiding people and their gaze. After what feels like forever, I make it to the garden doors, quickly shoving them open and running outside into the cold winter air of the night. 

A blanket of snow covers most of the garden, except for the stone path that weaves through it. Proof of the first snowfall in piltover, the cement is still too warm from autumn for the snow to remain. 

I briefly turn around to make sure no one has followed me, and from what i can tell, they haven't. With that, I turn back towards the garden and begin to quickly walk the path, following it deeper in, where I'll be obscured by trees and bushes that have yet to die.

Traversing further in, I come across a stone bench and sit down. Holding my face in my hands i sigh loudly into my palms

How the fuck did I end up almost an entire decade back in time! Why here of all places?? Did everything that happened before… Was it a strange dream??? A warning of what's to come?? 

Standing up, I begin pacing back in force in front of the bench, softly muttering “one, two, three, four… one, two, three, four” in repetition, a vain attempt to calm myself down. As I begin to pick at my left arm, glancing down I realize that the anomaly is gone, no longer is there a scar with a kaleidoscope of colored webs that make up parts of my skin. But instead in its place is the tattoo of words that were there before the anomaly. 

I sigh again, and look away from my arm, looking ahead at the trees infront of as i continue to pace 

No.. not a warning, nor a dream. But memories, my memories. They're too real, too… tangible. With far too many emotions attached to them for them to be oddly elaborate dreams. and If I think about them hard enough, I can still smell and taste them. Still physically feel the emotions tied to them.  

In my anxiety induced pacing I fail to hear two sets of footsteps. One quick, with heavy steps, another with softer, slower steps with the soft, in sync tap! tap! tap! Of a cane. 

Pacing faster, my breath comes out in short, ragged puffs. As the Anxiety consumed me whole. 

as the tips of my (h/c) hair begin to turn orange. Anxiety is starting to consume me. I begin roughly tugging at my hair, another failed attempt at self soothing. As my thoughts begin to spiral

How how how!? How the hell did I end up back here? Does that mean I have to lose them again? That I have to watch as they turn into people they would have never dreamt of becoming? I cant lose them again, i cant deal with the isolation again. The pain, the chasing, the begging, the crying. I cant. I cant i cant icant icant icant-

“(name)? Are you alright? We saw you fly out of the party like a bat out of hell after talking to Mrs.Kiramman. Did something happen?”

And for a split second, a flash. I see them as their future selves. Viktor in a purple robe with Long brown hair with blonde at the ends, a body made almost entirely of metal and magic. Swirls of black and purple, almost like the magic itself is breathing. 

Jayce, a mess of black hair that's gotten long enough to be in his eyes, a smaller, no, a skinnier body. Covered in dirt, grime, and maybe blood? A brace on his left leg, still dressed in his counselor attire. 

Blinking away those images, as I shake my head and let go of my hair. “Yeah, I'm.. I'm fine, just had a little too much to drink tonight. Or maybe, an interaction with my new meds. Anyones best guest at this point." I say with an awkward chuckle, trying to feign indifference as if I wasn't just seconds away from pulling my hair out in panic. 

Jayce and Viktor share a brief, confused glance.

They're not buying it. At all. 

Viktor nods with a small tilt of his head, and hums. 

“Fine is not tugging at our hair and pacing back and forth, both of which only happen when you are spiraling or about to spiral. So, let's try this again. What's wrong, little lasko?” 

Looking back and forth between the two men, I sigh for what feels like the upteenth time tonight, and opt to give a half truth. “I.. it's just.. These weird dreams I've been having. They just feel… a little too real. More so than usual, and it's just been a lot.. Been overwhelmed with having to present my research soon and starting a new medication on top of it all. Sorry for the worry.” 

I barely finish speaking, and Jayce wraps me up in a tight hug. I let out a breath of relief and relax into the hug, as Jayce says

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner? You know we’re here-” Viktor cuts in, 

“And you know better than to isolate and spiral. We’ve talked about this little lasko, you know it hurts you more in the long run to handle things this way. You should have said something when this started.” 

Jayce gently pulling back from the hug cuts back in,  “speaking of which, how long ago did this start?”

Like a deer caught in headlights, I stare blankly for a moment, swallowing the small lump in my throat, I softly say “A few weeks ago.. I think..?” out of the corner of my eye, I can see the tips become more orange, my anxiety showing itself more than it did previously 

As Viktor and Jayce begin to lecture me, we hear a twig snap a bit behind them. As they turn to locate the sound, I see it. A figure in a black cloak surrounded by mist. I feel a mixed bag of emotions, few of my own, mostly the strangers’ . Rage, resentment, fear, murderous, and ... excitement? 

I squint my eyes to getter look at him in the dark, as they begin to walk closer, I suddenly realize who it is, and come to terms with the fact that despite being almost a decade in the past, I've still yet to outrun him, and this is truly in fact, The Beginning Of The End,

[paishoeyeroh]

Bearer And The Bound

☰ Pairings: Sukuna x Reader, Slight Megumi x Reader

✧ Summary: When you stumble upon an ancient ring in an abandoned house, you unknowingly bind yourself to a cruel, powerful demon who thrives on torment. Trapped in a reluctant bond and forced to navigate a shared existence, Sukuna plots your downfall while you fight to survive his sadistic games. But as your fates entwine and secrets of Sukuna’s dark past begin to unravel, the lines between enemy and ally start to blur.

✧ Tags: True form Sukuna, Enemies to Lovers, Dark Romance, Demonic Bonds, Heavy Angst, Slow Burn, Sukuna is Bad at Feelings, Possessive Sukuna, Tension, Forced Proximity, Eventual Smut, College/University AU, More Tags To Be Added Later

✧ Status: Ongoing

✧ You can also read it on AO3

☰ CHAPTER ONE: The First Command

Chapter Summary: A seemingly harmless trip to an abandoned house takes a dark turn when you stumble upon a mysterious ring.

“There is no way I’m going into some creepy old house. What is wrong with you, Yuji?” Nobara says, her arms crossing over her chest defiantly. “Do you know how many diseases I could get just from walking around in a place like that? It’s probably crawling with mold and rats.” She wrinkles her nose, making a face as if she’s disgusted just thinking about it. And to be honest, you have to agree with her. Yuji first brought up visiting the “haunted house” as he had called it earlier in the day, after having heard about it from his classmates.

“I heard some of the other students talking about it in class,” he exclaimed excitedly. “Apparently, people keep hearing things late at night coming from that old house. They said no one’s gone inside in years, because anyone who does comes out freaked out of their minds. Sounds like the perfect place to check out, right?!”

Since then, he had continued to bring it up, trying to convince you, Nobara, and Megumi to join him.

“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun!” He looks around at everyone animatedly, his eyes shining with enthusiasm. “Just think about it—it’s like the perfect adventure! People say it’s haunted by some ancient spirit or something. Doesn’t that sound awesome? I’ve always wanted to see a ghost!”

Nobara scoffs, still unimpressed. “A ghost? Seriously? You think some lame ghost story is gonna get me to go into that dump?” She flips her hair over her shoulder, rolling her eyes.

Yuji copies her stance, crossing his own arms, a teasing grin taking over his face. “I mean, if you’re too chicken, Nobara, it’s fine. Just say that.”

“Excuse me? Chicken? What are you, twelve?” Nobara snaps, her eyes narrowing. “I’m not scared of some old building or dumb ghosts. I just don’t want to waste my time with pointless bullshit.”

She looks over to you and Megumi—who’ve been watching this whole ordeal in silence—for support, but when she only gets blank stares in response, she sighs in exasperation.

“Fine. But if I’m going, they’re going too.” She points a perfectly manicured finger towards you and Megumi.

You shift on your feet, feeling nervous about the idea of going into a creepy abandoned house, haunted or not. You enjoy watching the occasional scary movie about ghosts or other paranormal entities, but when it comes to the real thing, you’d rather stay as far away as possible.

“I don’t know, guys… what if something goes wrong?”

Yuji turns his attention to you, placing a warm, reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Look, we’ll be in and out. Just a quick look around, and then we can say we did it. It’ll be an adventure! Plus, what if something really does happen, and you miss it? You’ll regret it for sure.”

You chew your lip, mulling over Yuji’s words. Man, he’s more manipulative than anyone gives him credit for, and it’s working. After all, you wouldn’t want to be the only one hearing the story secondhand if something exciting actually did happen. You hate missing out.

“Alright… I’ll go,” you answer, looking to the ground nervously.

“That’s the spirit!” He pats you on the shoulder a little too enthusiastically with the hand that’s still lingering there, making you jolt. He turns to Megumi, expectantly. “Megumi? Whaddya say?”

Megumi rolls his eyes and sighs, looking thoroughly irritated, though that isn’t an out of the ordinary expression for the dark haired boy.

“I had a feeling you’d drag me into this. I’ll come. But—“ he interrupts Yuji mid cheer, “I’m only coming because if I don’t, someone,” he gives the pink-haired boy a pointed look, “is going to end up getting himself in trouble.”

“Yes! This is gonna be so fun!” Yuji exclaims, ignoring Megumi's comment as he punches the air in victory. “Come on, I’ll drive,” he exclaims over his shoulder, already heading to his car.

“Yeah, fun…” Megumi mutters under his breath, as you all start following after him, “until we’re all running for our lives.”

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Once you arrive at the house, it’s nearing dusk. The sun paints the sky a bright orange, and as you climb out of the car, you can hear the cicadas chirping around you, hidden away in the tall, long-forgotten grass that grows around the abandoned house in front of you. You thank whatever powers may be that Yuji has decided to drag you all here while there’s still daylight, because honestly, it looks creepy enough even now.

The house looms in front of you, a decaying remnant of what must have once been an impressive structure, though time has not been kind to it. The roof sags in the middle, as the weight over the years has bowed it down, and several of the windows are shattered, jagged shards of glass still clinging to the frames like broken teeth. Vines crawl up the sides of the house, their tendrils weaving through the cracked wooden siding as though they’ve been trying to pull the house down into the earth.

The front porch is an even sadder sight, the wood rotted and splintered from years of exposure to the elements. A broken rocking chair lies on its side, one leg missing, and the front door hangs slightly ajar, swaying ever so slightly in the breeze, the action producing the faintest creaking noise.

Even the air around the house feels different—thicker, heavier. The chirping of the cicadas and the rustle of leaves seems to die off as you approach, leaving an unnatural silence hanging in the air, as if even nature itself is avoiding it.

“Alright, let’s get this over with before I change my mind,” Nobara says, standing in front of the house tapping her foot impatiently, her voice firm.

Yuji grins wide as he steps ahead, pushing the door open further with a loud creak, revealing the dark, dust-filled interior. The door scrapes against the floor, half off its hinges, and it stirs up a cloud of debris, making you choke.

Megumi waves a hand in front of his face, trying to clear up the dust cloud. “Jesus. Watch where you step, guys. This place looks like it could collapse at any minute.” His voice is laced with caution as he glances around warily, his eyes scanning the decaying wood that makes up the floor.

Your nervousness increases as you step inside, the heavy scent of mildew making your nostrils flare. The floor groans underneath every step you take. You look around, surveying the environment. The wallpaper is peeling in long strips, and there’s holes in the walls underneath, revealing the skeletal remains of the structure. The furniture, looking like it was once grand, now lies in tatters, draped in cobwebs.

The house seems to breathe around you, the creaks and groans making it hard to tell if someone, or something, might be lurking inside. It makes your skin start to crawl.

Nobara walks ahead of you, waving a hand in front of her face to swat away a cobweb. “Ugh, this place is disgusting! I swear to god, Yuji, if I get tetanus from this…”

Yuji, already way ahead of both of you, clearly excited to explore, is shining his phone’s flashlight over every corner of the room. “You won’t! And just think of the story we’ll get to tell afterward.”

“Assuming we all make it out without the house collapsing on us,” Megumi replies dryly, trailing behind everyone. The beam from his light reveals a staircase over to the left, looking like it might crumble if anyone dared to step on it.

The group moves through the entryway and into what looks like an old living room. Everything is covered in thick layers of dust, and the once ornate carpet is faded, stained, and torn. Your flashlights cast long, eery shadows across the room.

Suddenly, there’s a faint sound, a soft scraping noise that seems to come from the far corner of the room.

Nobara spins around. “Did you guys hear that?” she asks quietly, her eyes wide.

Everyone freezes, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent house. You grip your phone tighter as your heart rate increases.

“It’s probably just the wind, right?” Yuji laughs nervously, his grin faltering.

Megumi looks at him, his voice tense. “Wind doesn’t make that kind of noise.”

You all stand still, listening intently. The scraping noise comes again, followed by rustling. Nobara raises her flashlight, shining it toward the noise, and just as she does, something small and quick darts out from behind a piece of furniture.

A rat.

“God, seriously? It’s a fucking rat,” Nobara groans in disgust, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. “I knew it. I knew I shouldn’t have come here.”

Yuji laughs, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck, “Phew, for a second there I thought we were gonna see something really freaky.”

You continue to explore the house, passing by broken picture frames, shattered glass, and the remnants of what was once someone’s home. Everything seems frozen in time, like the house has been abandoned for centuries. It fills you with a sense of sorrow, knowing that a family probably lived here once, creating happy memories within these walls.

You enter another room. A small, dusty study, by the looks of it. The wallpaper here is even more faded than the living room, barely clinging to the walls. Shelves line the walls, filled with old, crumbling books, and there’s a desk in the corner covered in papers that look too fragile to touch.

Your flashlight sweeps over the room, and as the beam lands on a small, unassuming wooden box in the corner, something catches your eye. The moment the light hits it, a soft glow reflects back at you. A ring.

The ruby stone set in the center gleams with a beautiful glow, as if it’s beckoning you toward it.

You kneel down, your fingers hesitating just over the ring.

“Woah,” you exclaim, mostly to yourself.

You carefully pick it up, turning it over in your hand. The metal feels cool and heavy, and the stone is striking—a deep, blood-red ruby that catches the light in a beautifully mesmerizing manner.

Nobara peers over your shoulder. “That’s actually… pretty nice. You should take it. I bet it’s worth something.”

“Can it really be worth something if it was left in a place like this?” Megumi asks, stepping closer to inspect the ring.

He’s probably right, you think. Although, maybe someone dropped it accidentally while they were inspecting the place, much like you’re doing now. The chances of that are slim, though, as it seems as if it was placed perfectly in the center of the wooden box you plucked it from. Like it was waiting for someone to find it.

Despite the warning signs rising in your gut, you slip it onto your right ring finger, just to keep it safe. It fits perfectly.

After another fruitless search through the rest of the house, you all decide it’s time to go.

Yuji looks disappointed, his hands shoved into his pockets as you make your way out the front door.

“Aw, man,” he pouts, glancing back at the house, “I really thought we’d see something cool. All that build up for nothing.” He throws his hands up toward the sky, falling to his knees dramatically. “This sucks big time!”

Megumi sighs exasperatedly, pulling Yuji back up to his feet by the collar of his shirt, pushing him toward his car.

“Like I said, it’s just an old house, idiot. What, did you expect some ghosts to come running out to greet you?” Nobara scolds, shaking her head.

You all pile into Yuji’s car, the atmosphere lighter now that you’re outside again, and as you drive away, you can’t stop glancing down at the ring on your finger. It seems to shimmer faintly, even in the dark. Almost like it’s alive.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

You step inside your apartment and flick the lights on, happy to finally be home. As you kick your shoes off and make your way over to your bedroom, you let out a yawn, rubbing your tired eyes.

The adrenaline rush from being in that house has left you exhausted; you don’t even bother with your usual nightly routine, instead preferring to slide underneath the blankets and straight into your bed. As you switch your bedside lamp off and the room is engulfed in darkness, you can’t help but feel like something is… off.

An unsettling feeling has suddenly washed over you. You try to shake it off.

Relax, you tell yourself, you’re just on edge from the events of the night.

Even if nothing paranormal happened in that house, it was still utterly creepy.

A few moments pass. Just as your eyes start to feel heavy, the wind outside your windows lulling you into the beginnings of sleep, your consciousness starting to fade…

You hear something.

What, you’re not sure. It’s faint at first. A creak of the floorboards, perhaps, or a barely-there whisper you can’t quite make out. It makes your heart skip a beat, a sense of dread settling itself in your gut as you lay there, unmoving, waiting to see if you hear anything else.

And you do. Louder this time.

A low, rumbling laugh. It’s mocking, and it cuts through the silence like a knife.

Your eyes snap open, panic fully rushing through you now. A sudden chill spreads through the room, the air now feeling heavy and cold. The ring, still placed on your finger, long forgotten in your exhaustion, suddenly burns hot, a searing pulse spreading from the ruby stone through your hand, making it throb. You hiss as you flex your fingers to try to ease the pain as you sit up in bed, your eyes quickly darting around the darkened room, trying to find the source of the sound.

And once your eyes fully adjust, you find it.

In the corner, just barely illuminated by the soft moonlight filtering in through your blinds, stands a figure. Tall, imposing, and unmistakably not human. His form is casted in shadow from the night, but his four glowing red eyes pierce through the darkness, locking right onto you. His grin, wide and sinister, is the only other thing you can make out in the darkness.

Your heart pounds wildly in your chest, your breath caught in your throat. He then speaks, his voice deep, rough, and dripping with cruelty.

“Did you really think that ring was yours to take, little girl?”

The malicious, pure evil in his tone makes your blood run cold. You hastily reach over to flip your lamp back on, hoping the warm light will save you, prove to you that this is a dream, that you’re just hallucinating. Surely this cannot actually be happening. But the light provides you no such comfort. If anything, it only sharpens the nightmare before you.

In the now dimly lit room, you can make out the details of the creature standing before you. His size is massive, his stature incredibly broad, with tattoo-like markings adorning his forehead, running down his cheeks, all the way to his chin, and a lone streak swiping across his nose. Blush pink hair adorns his head, flicking up off his forehead haphazardly. He looks to be wearing some sort of traditional Japanese robes, the color of deep crimson, embroidered with ancient looking symbols. That’s when you notice this entity has an extra set of arms, each of the fingers long and clawed, each nail sharp and black as night. He stands motionless, ominous energy rolling off of him in waves that make it hard for you to breathe.

Your scream finally breaks free from your throat, as his sinister laughter fills the space around you. You scramble backwards on the bed in the opposite direction of him, your instincts taking over in a rush to get as far away from him as possible. You fall off the bed with a heavy thud, landing on your back, pulling another sharp cry from your lips, this time from pain.

In one swift movement, faster than you can blink, the figure stands over you crumpled on the floor, his face gleaming with a wicked delight. He raises one of his hands, his long, clawed fingers curling, as if preparing to strike. Your arms fly over your head in response, trying to protect yourself from whatever impending blow he was no doubt about to impose on you. You shut your eyes tight as frightened tears start to spill down your cheeks.

“Please,” you sob, “don’t kill me.”

Your voice cracks with desperation, and to your surprise, the room falls eerily silent. You stay like that, waiting.

Nothing happens.

After a moment, you peek through your fingers. Sure enough, the entity is still there, his hand still raised mid-strike, as if he’s frozen. A look of frustration has overcome his features as he lowers his hand, taking a step back. He studies you for a moment, his eyes narrowing.

“Now look what you’ve done, foolish little human,” he spits. “Don’t get too comfortable. This game is far from over.”

Without another word, he turns to head back to the darkest corner of your room, his form melting into the shadow, and then he's gone.

The room falls silent once more. Your breaths come in ragged gasps, your body trembling uncontrollably as you remain huddled on the floor, tears still streaming down your face. Your mind spins, trying to make sense of what just happened.

What the fuck was that?

The figure—no, the monster—had just disappeared into the shadows as though he had never been there at all, but the weight of his presence still lingers, making it feel cold, empty, wrong. Your eyes dart around the room, waiting for him to reappear at any moment to finish what he started.

But nothing happens. He’s gone.

You sit up slowly, wiping at your face with shaky hands, trying to gather yourself, but your fear doesn’t fade. The memory of his cruel laughter, his piercing red eyes, and the sheer malice radiating from him is burned into your mind. You can still feel the heat from the ring pulsing against your skin, a reminder of what just took place.

Did you really think that ring was yours to take, little girl?

His words echo in your head. Your eyes fall to the ruby stone on your finger, shimmering in the faint light. You try to pull it off, figuring the ring was the reason any of this was happening in the first place. You tug as hard as you can, nearly dislocating your finger in the process, but it’s no use. It doesn’t budge. It’s as if it has shrunk, melding itself into your skin.

You give up, crawling back onto your bed, hugging your knees to your chest as you try to steady your heart, but your thoughts are a jumbled mess. Why was it doing this? Why was he doing this?

You think back to the way he moved, the way he seemed to freeze when you begged him not to kill you. There had been a clear look of frustration in his eyes when he lowered his hand. Why did he stop?

The questions swirl in your mind, each one heavier than the last, with you realizing there’s something you’re missing. Some piece of the puzzle you can’t quite see.

There’s no way you’re getting any sleep, not with this fear still gnawing at you. The room feels too small, too suffocating, and every tiny sound makes you jump. The wind outside rattles your window, making you flinch.

All you can do is wait, now. Wait for morning. Wait for answers.

Wait for him to return.

[writing-whenever-whatever]

Little song bird- I warned you pretty boy

Emperor get x reader x emperor Caracalla 

Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 

Summary: it’s a few days till the wedding and your starting to crack, people are ignoring your request and you’ve had enough it only ends in a mess by the end of the day, thinking you’ve messed up you apologise but little did you know this would only make the emperors want you more than ever before

Warning : mdni, violence, blood, gladiator fights, Caracallas blood lust, neck kisses, concubines pushing limits, kissing, hickeys, reader looses her shit, pregnancy talk, lust, not proof read, no details smut sorry xx

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A few weeks have passed and it’s a few days before the wedding the staff around the Palatine are rushing getting everything prepared for the big day but also the festivities that are in the lead up to such a big event. Even though todays events are taking place at a member of the senates home the help around the palace  are still trying to keep everything in order. 

I’m getting dressed early in the morning my servants doing my hair the tunic is a golden silk piece embroidered with flowers and leaves that glisten in the sun “ are the emperors awake “ I ask looking down at one of the maids “ emperor Geta is awake my lady, but emperor Caracalla is still resting” she responds not looking me in the eye as she tucks my hair into a tight braided bun “ I shall wake him once I’m dressed” I sigh quietly looking at the jewellery laying infront of me my hand running over the cold gold necklaces I stop at a gold and emerald necklace curled into a floral design  “ I shall wear this one” I smile sweetly as they place it on me with matching bangles and rings I take in my appearance taking a deep breath “ stunning work today ladies” the maids take a long exhale of relief as they step back looking over their work for a second “ thank you, you may be excused now” they quickly rush off without another word. 

I look out the window looking over the Palaces gardens watching the birds flying and singing in the morning breeze enjoying the freedom of the sky, i notice Geta sat on the edge of the fountain staring up at my window still dressed in his scarlet robe he wore to bed last night, I look down at him giving him a small wave and a smile before I leave to join him. 

As I walk out into the garden Geta has turned to watch the water ripple in the fountain and see the small fish swim amongst the lily pads that float on the surface“ morning” I smile sweetly walking towards him my dress flowing behind me “ morning my love how did you sleep” he asks his attention not moving of the water as I sit next to him “ I slept well thank you” I rest my hand on top of his making him look at me a smile comes across his face as he takes in my beauty 

“ you’re dressed beautifully” I blush resting my head on his shoulder “ you look lovely also” I giggle as he raises his eyebrows “ really?” He chuckles looking down at himself “ I think you look good in everything you wear Geta” he scoffs shaking his head “ your flattery works on me song bird you should know that” he kisses my cheek before rising from his spot “ are you ready for today’s festivities“ he asks offering me his arm which i take meeting him at his side “ I think so, but I will have to wake Caracalla to make myself completely ready to go” he nods chuckling “ let us pray that he’s in a good mood today “ he adds looking down at me as I hum in agreement “ it’ll be fun trust me” he runs his hand up my arm “ I believe you” my voice soft as we make our way up to Caracallas bed chamber and hear yelling from inside and then loud crashes. 

I quickly open the door rushing in to see a maid cowering on the floor her legs scraped and bleeding, a table had been flipped over and a vase had been thrown at the girl “ I told you to leave him” I look down at her my voice calm but cold, trying not to startle Caracalla i walk towards him slowly “ my love are you ok” I coo to him my hand brushing against his cheek as his maddened cloudy eyes turn gentle, a stuttered breath escapes his lips his head nuzzling into my warm hand “ I’m alright ” his voice is stifled by his nervous twitches 

“ let us get you ready for today “ I smile sweetly as I look down at his partially nude form only covered by a scrunched up bed sheet “ very well” he sits on the edge of the bed as I turn to the maid “ I will dress him, you clean up the mess you caused” I snap slightly causing her to scramble to her feet cleaning up the smashed pieces of pottery. 

Caracalla grabs my hand pulling me into him “ don’t leave” he whispers his voice barely audible as he holds me close “ I’m not going anywhere “ I smile at him as he rests his chin on my shoulder “ what do you want to wear today “ I look at him smiling sweetly as he looks at me a smirk cracking into his face “ surprise me” I get up walking towards his wardrobe looking through all his extravagant clothes finally pulling out a red and gold patterned tunic with two large golden broaches and a chain “ this one” I pull it out bringing it to him “ I think it’ll flatter you quite well” I smile as his eyes scan over it “ very well my love” he gets up as I help dress him and get him neatened up combing my hands through his messy hair making him hum slightly as my nails scratch against his scalp. 

I step back looking over him a grin coming to my face “ you look perfect “ he smiles hooking his arm around my waist “ not as perfect as you” I rest my head on him gently as Geta walks in, now dressed in a gold and blue tunic “ great we’re all ready” he claps his hands together smiling as he looks over both me and Caracalla I hold his arm gently walking towards Geta “ we’re expected to leave very soon “ I nod smiling more as he joins my other side “ let us go to the chariots  and get comfortable “ Caracalla suggests as he looks down at me “ perhaps we could have some wine” I smile sweetly as we walk out to the golden chariot waiting, taking a seat by the window next to Caracalla and opposite Geta. 

Both boys sit staring out the window getting settled in their seats “ so what’s gonna happen when we get there” I ask tilting my head slightly “ there will be food, drinks, people to talk to and entertainment “ geta smiles looking at me I hear Caracallas gasp his eyes going wide with excitement “ you’ll witness your first gladiator fight” he claps his hands a grin wide on his face “ obviously you’ll be sat with us, so if you get squeamish we’re here” Geta a adds quickly taking my hand in his holding it tightly “ sounds fun “ I smile turning to look at them as the chariot starts to move slowly through the streets of Rome. 

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As we pull up at the senators home we’re greeted by crowds of people who are cheering children throwing flowers petals and waving wanting to get our attention as Geta and Caracalla leave the chariot I take a guards hand as I step out, the sun blinding me as I come face to face with the public.

A young girl runs up to me holding a bunch of violets and daisies I smile bending down to the girl her eyes gleaming as she passes me the flowers “ for you empress” her voice is tiny and sweet as I take the flowers “ thank you they’re beautiful “ I smile going into my pocket pulling out a coin “ this is for you, sweet girl keep it safe “ I place it into her small hand as she squeezes it tightly her smile beams as she runs back to her mother in the crowd, I rise to my feet waving to the people as I catch up to Geta and Caracalla, they both smile at me looking at the flowers I hold in my hand “ they love you” Geta exclaims a chuckle leaving his lips “ obviously who wouldn’t “ Caracalla laughs taking my free hand as we enter the senators home.

The house is smaller than the palatine walls and floors a glistening marble with expensive decorative vases and ornaments scattered around the halls as people bustle through talking to each other, a band are singing with instruments playing and exotic foods like rhino are on the table as we walk in things fall silent as they turn to look at us 

senator thraex comes up “ ah emperors empress welcome to my home I hope you’ll enjoy yourself indulge in some food you look starved” he smiles as he kisses Caracalla and getas hands I hold onto Caracallas arm tightly as I get knocked into by others causing me to stumble slightly “ ugh watch where you’re going “ I snap slightly staring daggers at one of the women who barged I to me “ my apologies my lady” they bow their heads rushing of quickly “ do they bother you my love” Geta asks his voice low as I shake my head “ it’s quite alright” I smile through gritted teeth trying to hide my growing annoyance, following them to a large seat at the front of the hall “ this is for you the best seats in the house “ senator thraex smiles starting to blabber on as we take a seat I sit between both boys sitting comfortably as the senator leaves us to our own company.

“ there’s a lot of people here” I say looking at Geta as he pulls my back into his chest  humming in agreement I giggle slightly as Caracalla pulls my legs into his lap “ get comfortable song bird thier will he lots of sitting around and chatter” he smirks as he spots the horde of concubines coming towards our direction gathering around us I can’t help but let a grimace slip on my face watching how they beg for attention from those above them. A woman sits on the arm of the sofa next to Geta, her left tit hanging out of her revealing garments as she strokes his arm gently giggling sweet nothings into his ears making me feel sick and a rather feminine looking man sits bellow Caracalla resting against his knee slightly as he leans back against Caracallas open man spread his hand wandering closer to my thigh every so often making me flinch back slightly. The others seem to just gather around watching everyone. 

Suddenly senator thraex enters the room again clapping to get everyone’s attention “ everyone get back get back” he announces before turning to look at us again bowing “ my emperors, lords, ladies and gentlemen and senators for your entertainment, the art of combat” the crowd seems to get excited gasping and clapping as i feel the emperors shuffle forward in their seats moving me with them. Now I’m closer the the male concubine, who’s hand now seems to be caressing my thigh causing uncomfortable goose bumps to form under his touch. I swat his hand away making him chuckle just to move his hand back moving it higher, I sit up causing getas attention to fall back to me, I look at the man dead in the eye as grabbing his wrist “ touch me again and I will cut your hand off do you hear me” I snarl under my breath glaring at him he nods snatching his hand out of my grip his breath escaping him with a grumbling sigh as I lay back into getas arms I smile up at him “ all is fine my love” I reassure him as he looks back at thraex “ may I present the barbarian vs from my own stable the mighty Vichek!” He announces clapping as both men are brought out everyone claps observing both opponents. 

Geta leans to my ear “ who shall we bet on” he looks at me with cunning eyes as I look back at both men the Barbarian seemed small but looked strong willed and fast in his feet and the other seemed big and bulky with muscles but that could limit the matter of wit “ the barbarian” I look at Geta “ he may not have a lot to his name but there’s something about him” Caracalla looks at me hearing my words “ I agree with her brother” they exchange a look then geta turns to macrinus “ is this your gladiator “ he asks his voice raising over the applause “ it’s is” macrinus responds bowing his head slightly as he talks “ three rounds, hand to hand” thraex calls out just to be inerupted by Caracalla “ swords, we want swords a fight to the death” he taps the cheek of the man say infront of him receiving a fucked out look from the boy as he leans back on himself making me giggle as Caracalla rests his hand on my leg squeezing my thigh with a slight bruising force a smug look drifting over his face as his tongue brushes over his bottom lip “no quarter to be offered or given” he glances at Geta “ fight now” his voice impatient as two guards give the men their swords.

I turn to Geta “ isn’t this a bit dangerous giving two slaves swords in an open area such as this” he raises an eye brow hesitating for a second to think as the woman sat on the arm laughs looking at me “ it’s all for the fun my lady, don’t be so worried “ I look at her my lip curling slightly “ I wasn’t talking to you” i grumble slightly as getas hand meets my waist “we’ll be fine my love” his thumb rubs up and down my side as the fight begins. 

Both men circle each other “ brother let’s not kill each other for the sake of their amusement “ the barbarian states just to get lunged at by his opponent I watch my full interest being sucked in as two men dance about their blades occasionally clanging together or ripping through flesh that’s when a bust is picked up off a table and smashed into the mighty Vichek’s head causing him to fall back dazed, a laugh slips from my lips as the two rugish men punch and beat each other punch kicking biting tackling all of the above then the barbarian is slammed into a table I slip off the seat onto the floor next to the male concubine not bothered of how unladylike it appears watching wide eyed my breath heavy with some sort of pleasure, an entertained grin spread across my face as the barbarian stabs the mighty Vichek through the stomach till the blade is visible the other side then he pulls it out the man falling to the floor in a puddle of his own blood I clap my hands applauding such a fight as Geta stands “ remarkable “ he tells laughing as he turns to macrinus “ congratulations “ he smiles looking at the gladiator again “ remarkable “ he repeats himself wandering up to the man “ from where do you hail” he questions his voice filled with confidence just to receive silence back “ speak” he orders “ I said speak” he steps even closer I raise to my feet joining his side taking his hand in mine “ he is from the colonies your majesty his native tongue is all he understands “ macrinus steps in his voice lower than getas but still clear. 

Then the barbarian steps forward out of breath as he pants “ the gates of hell are open night and day smooth is the decent and easy is the way “ he laughs at getas confusion as I hold onto his arm tighter staring at the gladiator as spit comes out of his mouth landing on us with each word causing me to flinch back each time “ but, to come back from hell and to view the cheerful skies in this the task and mighty labour lies “ he stares at Geta a toothy smile on his face as he pants for his breath “ poetry” I mumble under my breath “ by Virgil my love” I look at Geta “ how do you know such a thing” I question looking at the rugged gladiator still not letting go of getas arm as Caracalla wanders towards us “ poetry, very clever macrinus” he laughs as everyone else does “ I’ve grown so bored but you surprise me “ he looks at macrinus laughing more as I turn to him “ to amuse you is my only wish” macrinus assures us with a smile “ we are amused, we are amused” Geta says eyes not leaving the gladiators his grip on my arm tightening

“ we all look forward to seeing your poet perform in the arena “ he smiles as macrinus nods “ so do I your majesties thank you” then the gladiator gets taken away soon to be followed by macrinus. 

Geta and Caracalla exchange looks as I look down at my tunic seeing blood splatters dotted across the fabric I look up and them smiling as we both go back to the sofa the excitement still buzzing in the air as we sip wine and discussing “ you seemed excited “ Caracalla chuckles his hand poking at the splatters of blood on my clothes playing a game of connect the dots “ it was incredible I felt completely compelled “ geta kisses my neck gently “ we knew you’d love it” I lean back on both feeling completely different as if coming down from some sort of high .

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As the day continues to go on, I’m laid back against both brothers after drinking a tad to much wine, my head is spinning slightly as Geta strokes my head gently looking down at me a smile on his face as I look so relaxed no longer bothered by the fact that the concubines have gained more confidence by moving closer to Geta and Caracalla. 

the woman has her hand on getas chest her fingers tangling with his chest hair, as the male concubine sits closer to Caracalla his hand palming the bulge under his robe as Caracalla kisses along his shoulder a dazed grin on his face. I stay laying down half asleep as thraex makes his way towards us “ emperors would your lady like a room she appears quite exhausted “ he offers looking down at me my eyelashes fluttering slightly at I look at him “ I’m quite comfortable here, thank you” I mumble my words slurred as I snuggle down Geta smiles down at me as he places a kiss on my forehead “ leave her be thraex, she’s fine” Caracalla looks down at me “ do you want anything my love” he asks smiling at me with hooded eyes “ I’m alright” I smile closing my eyes again sinking back into their touch.  

When I wake up I’m curled up between both emperors a wool blanket had been placed over me a male concubine kneels infront of me looking at me, his hand running over my head similarly to how getas was. Geta has a girl in his lap and Caracalla has the other male concubine on his, both of the occupied by both whores who seem to be drowning in the emperors attention . 

My eyes blink getting used to the light around me “ I don’t feel to good” I mumble slightly as the male hushed me “ you’re ok sweet empress “ he coos his voice soft and masculine as I lean more into his touch, it makes both emperors chuckle “ I told you she’d be fine with him brother ” Caracalla chortles a grin on his face the concubine in his lap leans in, taking his bottom lip between his teeth biting it playfully I sit up using the man sat in front of me as support he holds me up slightly, stabling me my head spinning as I move too quickly. 

I look across to both geta and Caracalla observing the state they’re in with whores on their laps giving them everything they could want, I can’t help but roll my eyes as the one on Caracallas lap reaches out to touch my thigh similarly to before my warning still tasting strong on my tongue as i look down at his hand a softer  expression washing over me for a second as i lean to the tray placed next to Geta, I pick up a blade quickly stabbing it into his hand my eyes wild and manic as a devilish laugh escapes Caracalla he stares at the man who screams out “ I warned you pretty boy I told you not to touch me” I pull the blade out his blood spurting out onto my dress ruining it “ now look you’ve ruined my dress” I stand up looking down at the man who clutches his hand hysterical cries escaping him as Caracalla pushes him off of his lap “ you always seem to surprise me “ he breaths against my ear as he takes the blade from my hand passing it to one of the guards who quickly disposes it. 

“ I warned him” I sigh tutting under my breath as I look at the man slowly passing out on the floor I let a small laugh escape me “ but he just kept pushing” a fire seems to be lit behind my eyes as Geta joins my side his hand reaching my shoulder “ come my love, we should leave now” he insists his voice slightly hurried, as we walk back out the the chariot waiting for us when I get in I notice the blood dripping from my thigh from where the knife had gone through the man’s hand and had stabbed into my thigh not to the point where it’s to noticeable. I look at them as they sit opposite me staring “ what” I ask looking at them confused “ I think today went quite well” I smile sweetly at them as they both laugh as we start going back towards the palace 

“ it’s seems sometimes everyone has to get their anger out” Geta looks at me as he observes my face as I watch the streets through the window “ I enjoyed the gladiator fight” I smile sweetly “ and the poetry” I giggle looking down “ I’m sorry if my actions were out of order” he smiles slightly “ they were slightly unusuall, but I think those in court are aware of the madness that comes with royalty” Caracalla looks at me his eyes slightly glossy as he stares his mouth ajar “ you’re even more beautiful covered in blood, red suits you”he smirks shuffling closer to me “ thank you, but I do not want to get too used to having my clothes tainted with blood unless it’s fully necessary “ he smirks his hand moving to my thigh “ it’s always necessary “ his voice is low against my neck a gasp escapes my lips as i move into his lap kissing him passionately his hands instantly moving to my waist as he chuckles “ Caracalla, brother don’t get carried away” Geta warns his brother eyes glaring slightly “ you’re only jealous “ Caracalla scoffs I lean back tilting my head upside down to look at Geta I smile as I pull him down to kiss me a moan escaping my lips as Caracalla kisses down my chest leaving dark red marks along my collar bone 

“ it’s improper to do this before our marriage the gods will be angry “ Geta sighs looking at me “ but gods I want to” he growns “ just a few days left” I giggle kissing him gently as he smiles “ they couldn’t go any slower “ Caracalla chuckles pulling me back up onto his lap his hand landing on my lower stomach “ can’t wait till you’re full of our seed, you belly swollen with our heir” I look at him blushing violently “ it won’t take long” geta smirks looking at me “ I’m sure you’ll be a great mother, i saw how you were with that girl on the streets” he smiles looking at me as i nod “ I’ve always dreamt of having children” I smile sweetly looking at them “ a little girl to pick flowers with and a boy to grow as strong as his father” I lay me head back closing my eyes imagining it “let us hope we can make these dreams a reality” Geta smiles as I hum quietly in response as the chariot pulls to a halt and the door opens welcoming us back to our home. 

As we enter the building my maids rush to me “ my lady a bath has been run for you and a healer has been sent to your chamber” her voice is so fast that it’s barely understandable “ thank you but I’m fine” I look at her “ but you’re bleeding my lady “ she stutters her eyes meeting mine for a second “ there’s no need to worry” I reassure her turning to Geta and Caracalla “ go bathe song bird we have important things to attend to” Geta insists smiling as he places a kiss on my head “ will i see you before bed” I look at them both “ of course my lady” Caracalla smiles kissing my cheek “ be good” he whispers in my ear his hand landing on my ass with a smack making me blush violently as he pulls away walking to the opposite direction . 

[eyelambspider]

Picture You || Farah Ahmed Karim

⤷ summary : "do you picture me like i picture you? am i in the frame from your point of view? do you feel the same?" - Chappell Roan ♡

┊pairing : farah x fem!reader, alex keller ┊content warning : angst, one sided love, unreciprocated feelings, slightly suggestive, mentions of alcohol/smoking, heartbreak ┊word count : ┊a/n : i will also rewrite for a male!reader, but first thought was a fxf fic :)

Ten years had gone by in a flash. Each year, each day dancing across your vision like the most blissful death.

Something did die today.

Something buried deep down and protected by a cage of bone and sinew.

What-... god what you wouldn't do to rip out the beating mass to stop the pain it caused.

It beat like a broken drum against your throat as you laid witness to the suspicions you had-come true-carried out between two lovers in the dark of night,

Alone on the roof, always unable to sleep, you glanced down at the image below of him and her.

Farah and Alex, pressed against the crumbling brick wall in the tangles of a warzone, stealing away a moment to pretend the horrors around them ceased to exist. Indulging in a bubble of human comfort and touch.

Lips tangled together in a feverish dance, sucking in soft puffs of air in between while his lips trailed a shaky line down her jaw until his teeth found the smooth expanse of her brown skin.

No bombs could compare to the crushing feeling of watching her bare her neck to his heated kisses. No torture more exquisite in its pain as she exposed the column of her throat to his eager mouth. A soft, hitched sound spilled from her lips that crackled like napalm.

Farah's eyes fluttered closed as she allowed herself to indulge in something she could never truly have... And it broke your heart into a million pieces to watch.

To not be the one in his place. To not be the one from who her pleasure derived on, depended on.

A white hot coil of barbed wire constricted your throat, choking back a flood of emotion and baseless longing. A searing heat crept up over your body in a way you'd never known. Intense and heavy on your shoulders, the weight of the world suddenly feeling suffocating, bringing forth a wave of glassy tears to blind you from the vision of them entangled together.

Every fleeting moment of her, every image of that beautiful woman conjured up in an instant just to hurt you more.

Her smile, the genuine one that had her lips curling and eyes crinkling with warmth. Her voice, a comfort. Her presence like a lifeline.

Now the truth laid bare before you, blatant and unaltered as Alex's hands gripped her waist. She could never be yours, and it fizzed like a brand against the base of your throat as you watched on in silence.

Farah's soft sigh kissed your ears, ringing out like you'd always imagined it...

Every night, when the resistance would sleep and take shifts watching... In the dead of night, like this one, you would finally allow the image of her appear in your minds eye.

Her big brown eyes simmering with the same desire for you, flickering over your brows, eyes, nose and lips. Your fingers brushing over the ridge of her beautiful nose and cheekbones, a worshipper of this goddess on earth, molding her skin with your fingertips. Burning each ridge and caress into your soul with her in your arms. Laying chest to chest, face to face, lips hovering over each others in a butterflies kiss. Basking in each other like real people did.

If god had given you the chance, you would kiss her like the world was going to end. With a passion deeper than the oceans you would cross for her.

For her.

There was nothing in this world you wouldn't do for Farah. If she asked it, it was hers.

A rogue tear slipped from your eye with a silent plop, still watching as her half-gloved hands tangled in the back of Alex's hair, urging him closer. Drinking in his affections like it was the sweetest wine on her tongue.

Amongst a decade of pining, of stealing away memories with her you treasured and kept close to your heart like starfall, you remembered the night she danced with you.

Where she almost looked at you like that: With the same unbridled heat.

That night was foggy like a dream, one you replayed every time she caught your eye. The resistance was celebrating-for what reason you could hardly recall. Drinks and smoke filled the room of cracked walls, golden light filtering out from the windows as men and women danced and laughed like it was the last.

Farah hardly celebrated, not until it was really over, and you had known she would be sitting right there: outside in the cold, half of a cigarette dangling from her lips.

She turned her head as you appeared next to her and smiled, her eyes crinkling softly at the corners.

You had convinced her to dance. Out here in the cold moonless night, with nothing but the hushed remnants of music cascading from inside where the real party happened.

She wasn't one for dancing, but she still took your outstretched hand anyway, flicking her cigarette into the dirt and smothering the ash beneath the toe of her boot.

Your hands would never forget the way they held her. Sliding across her waist, her rough hand in yours, the image of her smiling eyes and pretty teeth seared into your soul.

Nothing else mattered that night. Not the name of the song playing wistfully in the background, not the reason the resistance was celebrating. Only the way the warm light danced across her skin.

For a night, not just her sister in arms, but a woman who asked her to dance.

And even the war seemed far away with her pressed so closely to you, her rare laugh filling the air as you showed her how to spin in your arms and come back into your embrace.

Over and over like a broken record, the image of her eyes swam across your blurred vision.

This night was like the one back then, cold and moonless.

And instead of her in your arms, she was in Alex's. Her eyes filled with reverence and a passion that would make even god envious of the man Alex Keller.

Another hot tear slid down your cheek, pain bubbling up in your throat until it was choking and hot.

You had to force the shell of your former self to turn away from the sight. Quietly slipping away as Farah's fingertips dug into his shirt and pulled him closer.

She deserved to be happy, whether it cost you your heart or not.

Farah would still always have the pieces of what remained in her hands.

[scarred-but-still-smiling]

Jay's Odyssey (chapter 1 of 2)

Jorge only knows one way to get to the underworld without dying, and for that he needs to visit Circe. But without any Moly, he'll have to hope the presence of Athena will be convincing enough.

An epilogue that became a sequel, because there's a good few things I wanna explore.

Read here on AO3

"So, Jorge Rivera-Herrans of the future, what were those changes you refused to talk about in the palace?"

Jay looked over at Athena, stood to the rear of the ship, the stern he vaguely recalled. They had been at sea for around half an hour, with Athena teaching him how to actually sail, since he had very little experience compared to the men he knew she was used to sailing with.

"From what you said, I can gather it was something that would affect the relationship of Odysseus and Penelope, but I also gather there's a bigger secret you're hiding."

He sighed, "Well, you're not wrong." He glanced at the sail, thankfully the wind was still favourable, and he wouldn't have to start rowing any time soon. "For that specific detail I was referring to, in the original tale, the first one recorded, Odysseus did sleep with both Circe and Calypso." He caught Athena's shocked expression, "but!" he interjected, "in both scenarios, he didn't want to. Circe had threatened his men's safety, and Calypso had worn him down over years in isolation with her." He ran a hand through his hair, "in my time, that is not considered cheating, but I had to operate under the assumption that I was talking to the Odysseus from the original telling of The Odyssey. That Odysseus was far less kind. Still a loving husband and father, but also that Odysseus had his maids hanged for unfaithfulness because they were assaulted by the suitors. I needed to operate under the assumption that was the Odysseus I was talking to, I didn't want him to think he had cheated on Penelope because he was assaulted by these women."

He saw Athena's expression soften, "I am truly glad that that was not how things truly transpired."

"That's the other thing," Jorge said, smiling a little sadly, "the big secret you sensed. The truth is, in my time, there is no evidence that any of the things in those 20 years ever happened." He looked away from Athena and at the ocean beneath them, unable to meet her gaze, "as far as the historical record is concerned, there never was a King Odysseus of Ithaca."

He heard Athena gasp, "So, you weren't being metaphorical when you called all this a story, were you?"

"Unfortunately, no. Mastery of time alone might not be enough."

"Well, it's a good thing you're friends with the god of travellers, isn't it, darling~"

Jay froze; it couldn't be. How could this be possible? He turned in the direction of the irritatingly familiar voice, "Hermes?!"

And there he was, the exact Hermes he'd been trying to avoid for so long; fur coat, sunglasses, the works, laughing that unmistakable laugh, the wings on his bedazzled Docs fluttering as he chased their little boat.

"You know, you gave Talya and your parents a right scare disappearing like that, my dear," The god teased, flying a ring around him, "you should have seen them, your poor mother nearly fainted."

He'd been worried about that, "Hermes, what happened?"

"What happened after you got poofed, or how did the poofing happen? Because I can tell you both."

"You know how Jorge got here?"

"God of travellers, my dear Athena, of course I do."

"No, that can wait, how are they? Are they okay?" This wasn't a fear Jay ever expected to feel; that nauseating pit in his stomach, knowing that something very real could have happened to his parents, to Talya, to the rest of his friends, and he wasn't there to protect or help them.

Was this how Odysseus had felt?

"Well, luckily for you both, those two things are somewhat connected." Hermes explained, "but you've got a very long journey ahead of you. One might even call it an Odyssey~"

Jay's heart sank, he'd expected as much what with how much food Penelope had sent them off with, "How long?"

"Well, if the winds and tides are feeling merciful, around 10 days at the very least." Hermes flew in a loop happily, "and unfortunately there's nothing even I can do about that. That's just the way the geography works out, I'm afraid."

"You seem far too cheerful about this, brother." Athena said, annoyed, her brow furrowed.

Jay let out a short, sardonic laugh, "oh trust me, he's always like this." He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Hermes, if you managed to find me here, however the hell that was, I'm gonna assume you can make the return trip. Is that correct?"

"Not with a passenger, but I can, yes."

"Well then, can you at least pop back and inform the others that I'm fine and that I didn't..." he gestured in an upwards motion, "evaporate? I'm not sure if I'll be able to return to the exact time and place I left, so I want them to have some reassurance in the meantime."

"Of course, darling. But first," Hermes pulled what Jay immediately recognized as Troy's phone out of one of the pockets of his fur coat, "I want to get a selfie with you and Athena. Partly for bragging rights, and partly to stop your mother worrying herself into joining my darling granddaughter in the underworld."

"Don't even joke about that." Jay growled, glaring at the trickster god. But still he walked to the back of the ship to stand next to Athena. "You sure she's gonna show up in that?"

"I mean, I do, so I don't see why she wouldn't" Hermes fluttered down beside them and held out the phone on the end of his caduceus, one of the coiled serpents lifting its head in readiness to take the photo. "Say cheese, darlings~"

"What-?" Athena tried to interject, but before she could say anything else, the phone made its shutter sound and Hermes had already returned it to his pocket.

Hermes laughed, flying loops again in glee, "Don't worry, darling, Jay can explain everything over the next week and change." The god winked at Jay, and he could feel the tips of his ears redden again, as they had meeting Penelope. "I'll hopefully be back before you reach Circe, but who knows how much help your friends will need now they've awakened those powers~"

"Wait, powers?! Hermes, what-?" but before he could ask anything, Hermes had disappeared in a burst of sparkles.

"From your reaction, I take it that's not normal for mortals where you're from?"

"Not at all," he replied, "but, given the context of everything that's happened today, I do have a theory. I'll just have to wait until Hermes gets back to ask him about it."

By now, the sun was beginning to set on Jay's first day in Ancient Greece. As he watched the golden light of sunset dance on the waves, he began to think about what kind of legacy he would leave behind when his time finally came. He wondered if the mark he'd made with Epic would outlive him, if he'd accomplish something even greater in his life that would live even longer. He thought about Talya and the life they had ahead of them once he found his way home. He tried not to think about the very real possibility that he wouldn't.

Athena sat beside him, handing him some bread, smoked meat and cheese, "Here," she said softly, "don't worry about me, gods don't need to eat or sleep, so just focus on yourself."

Jay accepted, and began to eat. He hadn't noticed he was even hungry, what with how chaotic the day had been. "Thanks," he said, between bites, "for everything you've done for me so far."

Athena leaned her head against the side of the ship, gazing up at the slowly appearing stars, "You're worried you won't get home, aren't you? It makes logical sense, but you forget that traders make journeys such as these all the time. You look enough like Odysseus that Poseidon wouldn't dare harass you, and if any harpies or the like try anything you have me to protect you, and even weapons of your own." She turned her head to look at him, "I won't fail you like I did Odysseus, you have my word."

The two sat in silence as Jay ate, and for a while after, as he watched the stars twinkling above them. He'd never seen the night sky like this before, he didn't think it was even possible with all the light pollution in the modern day, so now, gazing up at the glorious arc of the Milky Way, he truly understood why so many cultures looked up at night and saw gods.

The next thing he knew, he was waking up to the late morning sun in his face, a woollen blanket draped over him, and Athena keeping watch at the bow of the vessel. He groaned, sitting up and stretching, trying to get the horrid stiffness from his joints caused from sleeping on the plain wooden floor of the boat.

Athena glanced over, alerted by his noises of protestation, and smiled kindly, "First time sleeping on something other than a bed?" she guessed, "I doubt this is something that would still happen in your time."

"First time in a while, yea." he replied, "people do still sometimes choose to sleep rough, when they go camping for instance." He looked around, "has Hermes returned yet?"

"Not yet, no." Athena moved along the perimeter of the boat, her eyes on the horizon, "how do you know each other, if I may ask?"

Jay smiled, "Honestly? He just sort of... arrived?" He shrugged. "Like, I had put out a casting call for the character of Hermes, and as soon as I had cast Troy, Hermes just Showed Up. He stuck around until a little bit after the release of the Circe Saga, gave me some weird life advice, and then kinda fucked off." He stood up, stretching out his legs, "according to Troy, he'd been living with him for a while after that, and then once I had announced the Vengeance Saga he, once again, broke into my house to annoy me." He sighed, "Honestly, though? I'd never say it to his face, but I do like him. His enthusiasm is contagious, and with the world the way it is in my time, that's a very valuable kinda friend to have."

Athena frowned, "Back at the palace, you said-"

"I know. The world is still much kinder than the world you and Odysseus know, but unfortunately some of those inevitable monsters have found themselves in positions of power, and they're making it everyone else's problem."

"So tyrants are still a problem, even near 3000 years in the future."

"Sadly, yeah. But we manage." Jorge wandered over to the small hut where the food was stored and grabbed an apple, "the systems we have in place in the future aren't perfect, but it's definately better than divine right of kings." Picking up another, he made to toss it to Athena, but then a thought occured to him. "would offering you this apple make Aphrodite mad? Last time a goddess was offered an apple, the Trojan War happened, and I do not need that right now."

Athena laughed brightly, "Jorge, I'm flattered, but no; that was a very specific apple with a very specific purpose."

Jay tossed the second apple over, which Athena gratefully caught. Biting into his own, he was immediately struck by how sweet the apples he was used to must be. It wasn't unplesant, just not what he was expecting.

The pair ate their apples in silence, eyes on the horizon at each side of the boat, watching for danger or stormclouds. After a while, he heard Athena speak up in query.

"How much has changed of the world? What knowledge is there that those who live today will never know?"

Jay laughed, turning to face her, "More than even I know, my friend. There are whole landmasses you might not know about, and that's not even touching the advances in technology." He gestured to the sky, "like, did you know that mankind will one day walk on the moon?"

Athena gasped loudly, her eyes going wide, "really? Does man live there?"

"Not yet, only a few people have ever actually walked on the moon so far, it's a very complex and expensive process to get people there, one I'm not entirely sure about, but I do know it involves a lot of fire and explosions."

"What about the oceans? If man has reached the stars, surely the ocean would be child's play."

"That's the funny thing," Jay said, gazing out over the water, "we actually know more about things beyond the sky than we do about the depths of the ocean. The problem with the ocean is that water is heavy, and it's difficult to make things that won't get crushed down there." he shrugged, "for all we know, Poseidon himself might be chilling out at the bottom of the Marianas Trench and we'd be none the wiser."

They spent the next few hours like that, Athena asking questions about the modern day, and Jay doing his best to answer. She was especially amused by electricity, and how mankind had harnessed it.

"So you're saying that man will one day learn to take the power of my father and control it for themselves?" She leaned forward where she sat, eyes shining and eager, "and they use it for entertainment? Not even for warfare?"

"Oh it has its role in war, electricity is at the center of everything modern man uses, but it's not used as a weapon directly, no." He pulled out his phone, Hermes and his selfie the previous day had reminded him he still had it on him, "this is a cellphone, one of the most common means of communication in my time; it, in combination with something called the internet, I'll get to that later, can allow a person to talk with someone on the other side of the planet."

"Oh, that's the strange tablet Hermes had yesterday. So it can do more than capture images?"

"It can do almost anything," he replied, "but a lot of it requires connection to a network of hubs called the internet, so I can't really demonstrate right now." He returned his phone to his pocket carefully, the last thing he wanted was to lose it in the ocean of an Ancient Greece that technically didn't exist.

"So this Internet, is that how you told your story of this world?"

"That's right, it's how I found most of the singers to play the different characters, and how I shared the story."

"You say most."

"A couple were my parents; my mother sang for the moment when Odysseus saw his own mother in the underworld, and you actually likely know what my father sounds like as he sang for Hephaestus. The other major character I didn't need the internet to find a voice for was actually the woman we're going to see; Circe's voice was provided by my girlfriend." He paused, realising what that likely meant. "Which means she probably looks like Talya, which is definitely gonna feel a little odd."

The conversation continued, hours passing by, Jorge teaching Athena things about his time, and Athena teaching him about hers, until the sun began to sink in the west. He looked around, puzzled and slightly concerned. "Still no sign of Hermes. Normally I'd appreciate that, but given the circumstances, I'm starting to worry about what's keeping him so long."

"Maybe access to his powers are somewhat limited in your time, given that magic doesn't exist there." Athena posited, "Perhaps that's what's delaying him."

"That or he got distracted." Jay said with a smirk, "he does that a lot."

"You know what? That makes sense for him." Athena agreed.

Trying not to think about it, Jorge decided to put together a meal before he called it a night; some figs, some cheese, what looked like crackers, a veritable charcuterie board of decadance. If he was gonna spend 10 days at sea, he supposed having rations supplied by royalty would definitely keep morale up.

He woke early the next morning, the second real day of travel, to a familiar laughter. He rolled over, shielding his eyes from the morning sun, "G'morning Hermes, what kept you?"

"Well aside from trying to convince your friends not to take advantage of having access to divine power, which, I never thought I'd ever have to be the buzzkill but if they got in trouble they'd probably get kicked out of Ithaca, and who knows if you'd ever be able to see them again if that happened." Hermes pulled something out of his coat, "you know, for being an island, it's surprisingly hard to find fishing supplies in modern Ithaca."

Jay smiled, "Okay, remind me to pay back whoever bought that fishing rod for you, okay Hermes?"

"Bought?"

The smile dropped from Jay's face like a sack of rocks, "Hermes, you did buy this, right? Also, we're gonna need to circle back to that first bit right quick when we're done with this, man."

Hermes laughed again, handing the rod over, "Oh don't worry darling, I made sure to leave a couple drachma on the counter as I left. I already told you, I don't want your little friends getting in trouble before you can get home, and given that Troy is divinely blessed to look exactly like me, stealing anything would definitely be counter to what's best in this situation."

"Okay, thank you, though that's still not legal tender so I'm not sure how much it's gonna help." Jay took the rod and sighed, "but can we talk about that other thing? Please? Why would them leaving Ithaca mean I might not be able to get home? How did I even get here in the first place? Athena initially thought it's because time is thinner in the palace, but what do my friends have to do with that? And where do powers come into it?" His breathing quickened, he knew his parents would never willingly leave the island until he was back, but if they didn't have any choice, could he be stranded here?

Seemingly noticing his panic, Hermes came down and stood on the deck, jubilant smile falling, "Okay, from what I can tell, the thinning in time wasn't the only factor, given that technically we don't exist in your world. The thinning was just the presense of a door, the key to that door is you. Specifically, the heart and soul you put into Epic. That's why your friends are keys too; there's a part of their souls in this world as well, meaning that, as long as they remain in proximity to the palace ruins, that door is able to be opened again."

Jorge nodded, that all but confirmed his hypothesis. "That's why powers manifested, isn't it?"

Hermes giggled, "You should have seen it darling, Luke was about run through the archway after you, and Earle, in a panic, threw out his hand like ''WAIT!'' and accidentally used Quick Thought on him, which, because it was Ares' Quick Thought, made Luke mad, which wasn't exactly ideal, because it seems like those powers are triggered by heightened emotion, and since Luke is connected to dear old dad, a thunderstorm immediately started forming overhead, and lightning very nearly struck Earle. He would've been completely fried if Troy hadn't used my speed to tackle him before the lightning hit the ground."

Jay staggered back a couple of steps, the realisation that one of his friends nearly died hitting him like a tidal wave. "Are they okay? Were they able to calm Luke down before anyone got hurt?"

"Have you ever been bitchslapped by a blacksmith?" Hermes asked, a grin on his face, "because your father was not about to let an angry demigod get in the way of getting his little boy back. In fact, it was his idea for Troy to call me. He slapped Luke across the face and was like, ''this foolishness will do nothing to find Jorge. Troy, see if you can call that Hermes guy; Jay says he's the god of travellers so if anyone can find my boy, it's gonna be him.'' and Troy was like ''Oh Hermes, we need your help, please help us!'' and then I made myself visible behind him and scared him."

Running the list through his mind, a thought occurred to him that made him sick to his stomach, "Hermes," he ventured, voice trembling, "is mom okay?" Anticlea was a ghost, a spirit of the departed, and if his friends were taking on aspects of the characters they played...

"Oh's she's fine, don't worry." Hermes reassured him kindly, "it's only the supernatural that decided to manifest as far as I can tell, and there's little more natural than a spirit in the underworld."

Jay sighed in relief. "Oh thank god."

"Mason, however..."

His blood turned to ice in his veins, as if he could get any more afraid, "Hermes," he said, his voice as low as it had been when recording Odysseus, "what happened to Mason?"

"Well, for one thing, he's stone blind."

"And that's only one thing!?"

"And for another, your friends aren't gonna be seeing you in the next 24 hours for them, at the very least."

"How do you know that?" At least Mason wasn't fading away, at least he was still alive.

"As well as the blindness, he did get a slightly weaker version of the futuresight Tireseas has; only 24 hours and only that specific version of reality."

"He's not gonna stay blind, though, right? You said the powers seem to be triggered by heightened emotion, so all he needs to do is calm down, right?"

"That's easier said than done, I'm afraid." Hermes said sadly, "try being calm when you just watched a friend vanish into thin air, another friend almost get struck by lightning, and then learn that the friend that vanished is stuck nearly 3000 years in the past. It's likely that he's gonna stay like that until you get home."

Jay took a deep breath, there was good news in what Hermes was implying; time seemed to move differently between him and his friends back home. Since Hermes couldn't technically travel through time, since, again, the story he was trapped in was entirely fictional, it appeared that only a few hours had passed for them at most over the last 2 and a half days. If he was right, the remaining 8 days would equal a little under a day for them, and then with the added day or two required to reach the cave to the underworld, that should line up with Mason's prophecy.

But, then again... Athena did say that time can be malliable...

"Hermes?" he ventured, "can you swim?"

Athena looked at him curiously, "are you thinking about what I think you're thinking about?"

"If you think I'm thinking about a god powered speedboat, then yes."

"That would definitely cut down on how long it takes to get to Circe, since the biggest hindrance is how slow vessels like these are."

"Absolutely not, darling." Hermes complained, leaning up against the mast, "this outfit is dry-clean only."

Jay glared daggers into Hermes, a burning fury welling up inside him, but then a thought occured to him, and he smiled coldly. He picked up the bow he'd been gifted, and retrieved an arrow, noting the slight magical shimmering on its head. As he drew it back, he turned and aimed at Hermes, time seeming to slow as he did so, a faint ticking at the very edge of his perception, and a familiar sound in his ears.

He fired.

Before Hermes had time to react, there was a wet thunking sound, and the god had been pinned to the mast.

Jay set down the bow and stalked towards the helpless Hermes, the ticking fading, "Athena, could you summon your spear for me? I need to borrow it."

Athena waved a hand and the spear appeared in his hand. "Jorge," she cautioned, "I hope you know what you're doing."

"J-Jay, darling," Hermes stammered, hands raised in surrender, "you don't need to do this."

Jay pointed the tip of the spear at Hermes' throat, pushing just hard enough to leave a thin rivulet of golden ichor trailing down the god's flesh. "Oh really?" he mused, "does that mean you've changed your mind?" his smile grew icy, "because that's the only way you're getting out of this without a few new holes."

"Yes, okay, I'll do it!" Hermes said hurriedly, and Jay could see genuine fear in the god's eyes. "I'll strip if I have to. Just don't hurt me. Think about what Talya would think!"

"You know, Hermes," Jay said, pulling the arrow from Hermes' torso, "I think she'd be fine. Because there's one thing about me that you seem to have forgotten about." He let the tension fall from his body, smiling cheekily. "I'm a goddamn actor."

He turned from Hermes and walked away, handing Athena her spear back.

Jay laughed, "Oh, not a chance. I told you; I'm no warrior. Plus the guy looks like my friend Troy, so even if I was, I wouldn't have been able to do it." He looked back to Hermes, "A deal's a deal, darling," he teased, "get out and push."

"Would you have actually done it?"

[carefulfears]

we've both talked about how scully isn't jealous fire. what differences do you see between protective scully vs jealous scully?

yeah to me the main difference is that one is more external and the other internal. she gets very emotional when she’s jealous. in episodes like alpha (literally sitting that woman down and going “i’m watching you.” cracks me tf up. Dana nobody is taking your man.) and war of the coprophages, it’s kind of angry. it’s louder, but still something very vulnerable and true to her (hater-ism). in episodes like the end, it’s heartbreak. that’s one of the very few episodes where i think she was purely jealous, and sad. she usually understands what’s going on and i think she knew as soon as she heard him call diana by her first name that something was going to change. i think it hurt her feelings, that specific display of connection, usually reserved for her.

when she’s jealous she retreats. she watches quietly. she cries alone in her car. she needs a moment to herself.

it’s when she’s protective that you can’t shake her for anything. one of my favorite images in fire is her standing in the doorway while mulder and phoebe meet with the arson specialist. i didn’t even notice she was there the first time i saw it. she wasn’t invited. she’s just keeping watch. later, she’s standing in the hallway. after that, she’s in his hotel room, and doesn’t leave when phoebe comes in. says “are you okay?” the moment they’re alone.

people write off her behavior in this one as being “jealous” because she has a lil crush and there’s another woman there, but i honestly find that dismissive. sometimes people discuss scully through such a wide lens, not taking into account who she is. she’s really surprised throughout the time that phoebe was there. it’s that soft edge that still shocks to cruelty, that she never really loses. it’s what shocks in the pilot when the doctor hits mulder twice. what shocks in the following episode when the government agents punch him on the side of the road. (look at you you’ve radicalized scully). it’s what makes her wary of jerry lamana, even before he stole mulder’s work.

but phoebe is so cruel, and so personal, and has so much history. it’s not jealousy that makes scully linger in doorways. it’s not jealousy that spawns that folie a deux. no one else understands. no one else can be trusted. (which i do kind of think started in fire, i’ve said before). she isn’t jealous that he startles when he hears this woman’s voice.

and i know that’s a lot on phoebe as an example, but it doesn’t stop. she doesn’t stop keeping watch. she doesn’t stop shocking to cruelty. she’ll get loud. she’ll make plans. she’ll surprise herself. and it doesn’t come with jealousy’s mortifying intimacy.

(don’t have much else to say but i found this from an old post of mine and wanted to share: “scully has that kind of protectiveness towards him that you have towards a child that hasn't been touched by the world yet. it's very 'the world is at least half terrible, though i keep this from my children.’ 'good bones' by maggie smith. scully in the beginning is like......there is something here that should have broken by now. and she wants to watch him be able to walk into every room with the most hopeful answer and a hand out to every stranger.”)

she shares him with the world only reluctantly, Etc etc

[gonzodangerfeels]

We got that wild vibe rolling tonight

[vallytines]

i seeeeriously am in so deep rn . til today i've kind of in my head just been like haha lol sid's my boyfriend. yeah he's my wife whatever but these past few days have been like ... wah ... i marry you? 🥺 you marry me? 🥺 be my husbands?🥺love you?🥺

[bruciemilf]

Bruce doesn’t know when violence stops being violence to him.

When he’s 4 years old, he pushes Oliver Queen off the swings, because it was his turn, and if talking wouldn’t work, this would.

Martha holds his face , gently, when he has to write an apology letter.

“If you want to participate in cruelty, you can’t cry when you become a victim of it.”

He also punched Sophia Falcone for calling Selina an ugly word, and his small fists ache after, but it doesn’t feel wrong.

His mama grins, small but proud, and Alfred makes his favorite tea, and Thomas tells ‘nice shot, babe’ while gently wrapping up his bleeding knuckles.

He remembers Oswald Cobblepot coming over, seeing him, and handing him ten bucks while cackling.

Gotham teaches him young.

They were out, — Thomas never lets Alfred leave home without him, not even for trivial little things like grocery shopping. And where his father goes, Bruce goes, tied to his hip like an extra limb.

There’s a man, — and he’s holding his wife by the hair. Bruce knows because he can see their rings glowing in the grey sunshine. They’re like Alfie’s rings.

She has bruises on her face, and her neck, and he’s scared for her. Thomas gently puts him down, and Bruce asks if he’ll call Mr. Policeman Gordon.

And Thomas unlocks his wristwatch, slides it over to his knuckles.

“This is how Waynes do things.”

Alfred tries to take Bruce awayand Uncle Oz stops him. When he watches Thomas punches and stomps on that man’s face until his legs stop twitching, he understands.

As Batman, Penguin hands him a 10 dollar bill, still wet with blood, when Bruce takes him to Arkham.

“Your daddy didn’t need a mask. “

[sttoru]

ahh i just cant stop thinking of sukuna's fav concubine getting injured from the other concubines but she hides it because shes scared of being weak (in sukuna's eyes) and/or a burden ☹️☹️

 𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. fluff, sprinkle of angst n comfort. size difference. reader gets called ‘brat, woman, little one’ — ig this is a bit early in their relationship

“i’ve arrived, my lord,” you announce your presence once you step into sukuna’s quarters. the dimly lit room removed all the stress you currently had in your system—the knowledge that you’re safe in his space causes your shoulders to drop.

sukuna turns his head to look at you while he’s laid back on his bed, topless. all four of his eyes roam over your body, which isn’t anything unusual for you. he always does that.

“tch. took ya long enough,” the king of curses scoffs before gesturing for you to come closer, making that familiar motion with his fingers, “when i order y’ to come, you’re supposed to drop everything and rush to be at my service, woman.”

you hurry over to his side of the bed with a nod. “my apologies,” you mutter. you can’t tell him why you’re late, because hell would break loose within these walls. and also because you’re scared of what his reaction would be.

before being called over, you were in the kitchen, peacefully trying to get a snack, when two other concubines entered the room. you tried ignoring them, but that didn’t seem to be the smartest move. it wasn’t long before they threw derogatory remarks at you.

of course, you stood up for yourself and yelled some back. that’s when one of them pushed you backwards, causing the skin near your hand to get slightly burned by the fire on the stove.

if it weren’t for the maids around that went to report the ruckus to uraume, god knows what more would have went down in that kitchen.

“oi,” sukuna grabs your jaw and lifts your head up. he can immediately notice the vacant look in your eyes, which is unusual for you. you snap out of your trance and set the nasty memories aside—ignoring the impulse to scratch the injury on your wrist.

“i’m sorry, my lord,” you say again before slowly undoing your obi. you figure that is why sukuna had called you over, to do your job as his concubine. you halt your movements when you realise that undressing meant that he’s going to see the wound on your skin.

you hesitate. that same instant of hesitation doesn’t go unnoticed by the king of curses. a large hand of his moves to stop both of your wrists from pulling off your robes.

“. . .i’m giving y’ three seconds of my time,” sukuna narrows his eyes after allowing you to speak up and tell him what’s on your mind. he hears you whimper in pain when he holds onto your wrist, your facial expression clearly uncomfortable. “spit it out,” he impatiently huffs. he wants to hear you say what’s wrong.

you desperately shake your head, biting your bottom lip. you don’t want to tell him—even though you know you’re obligated to.

denying an answer to sukuna was your next big mistake.

“fuckin’ brat,” the pink-haired man grunts. he yanks your arms up to his face, harshly pulling down the sleeves of your kimono. all four of his red eyes immediately fall onto the wound on your wrist. you obviously hadn’t treat it yet, even though you should have done so long ago.

there’s tension hanging in the air almost instantly after your little secret gets revealed. sukuna’s grip on your hands tightens which causes you to flinch. you close your eyes and expect the worst. you can already hear the insults he’ll throw at you—how he’ll call you useless, weak, stupid and all that.

“look up at me,” his voice rings out in a firm tone. you don’t want to anger him more than he already is, so you obey. you open your eyes and glance upwards, your worried gaze meeting his.

sukuna takes a deep breath to contain the bubbling rage inside of him; a rare sight indeed. he doesn’t want to unnecessarily lash out at you when it isn’t needed. however, he can’t deny that itching urge in his chest, to get mad at whoever caused your skin to get tainted like that.

sukuna stares at you with an intimidating glare. when you expect him to yell profanities at you, the unexpected happens.

“who did this to you?” he asks, voice strained like he’s trying to hold himself back.

you blink a few times. the king of curses sounds pissed off, and when he’s in that kind of mood, you know he’s not to be played with. you look the other way and try to think of a proper answer.

will you snitch and cause unnecessary bloodbath, or will you spare the lives of the concubines who hurt you and lie?

you’re scared of being seen as useless by sukuna if you tell him the truth. if you lie, he’ll probably call you weak and stupid as well. it’s a lose-lose situation, you conclude.

you swallow the spit that has gathered in your mouth before parting your lips.

“m-miko,” her name echoes in his ears. you decide to be honest, because you know that there’s no fooling the ryomen sukuna. a second of silence follows and when you look up at him, he stares back at you with furrowed brows.

“ah,” you then realise that he doesn’t know his concubines by name. he has way too many women at his disposal and doesn’t find them worthy enough to remember.

however you have heard from uraume and the others that he does know your name—only yours. it makes you feel special.

you try to describe the concubine you’ve tussled with, “s-short blonde hair, uhm, mole under her right eye.. brown colored eyes—“

sukuna thinks for a moment before clicking his tongue once he faintly remembers who that’s supposed to be. without a word, he stands up and wraps one muscular arm around your waist, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you under his armpit like some package.

“uraume!”

his voice is loud enough to make the walls shake and it carries a clear hint of pure rage. everyone in the estate should have heard him by now, which means that they know what is going down in a couple seconds.

sukuna sounding this angry only means one thing; someone is going to die today.

the servants hurriedly scurry around, deeply bowing as he walks past them in the hallway with you still tucked underneath his arms. you let yourself be carried while your heart beats uncontrollably fast in your chest.

you feel your hands shake a bit. seeing someone like sukuna be this mad for your sake—to the point that he’s ready to turn the entire area upside down—is somehow thrilling. though, you can’t help but feel sick because of your own thoughts.

someone is going to die and there you are, cheesing about the king of curses.

you see the white-haired chef appear from a corner, their steps hurried. they glance at you and then back at their master. it’s like they immediately connect the dots.

“treat her in my quarters. don’t let her leave until i come back,” sukuna commands without even looking at uraume. he’s staring ahead, with an ominous aura emitting from his body, one that somebody can sense from miles away.

he puts you down next to uraume before glancing your way one last time. he lets out a deep sigh as he sees the worried expression you’re making. he lowers his head to your level so you’d be face to face.

“and you,” his warm breath hits your cheeks and sends a shiver down your spine. you gulp as sukuna’s hand reaches up to firmly tug at your earlobe, “i’ll deal with your ass later, yeah? i’ll make you feel what it means to hide stuff from me, little one.”

that sentence makes you even more nervous. you know you won’t be able to avoid the punishment sukuna has in mind, so you simply nod. “understood,” you reply in a squeaky voice. you don’t have the guts to disobey him—he’s already out to kill someone and you don’t want to be the next victim.

sukuna straightens his back again and continues his journey towards the concubines’ quarters. every heavy step makes the floors and walls shake, a sign of his unstoppable rage that’s about to be unleashed.

you feel slightly puzzled. you didn’t expect this outcome when you revealed your injury to the ruthless man. you expected to be belittled and mocked for not being able to prevent a wound from being inflicted on your body.

instead, there he goes, off to get revenge in your stead. you feel a twisted sense of satisfaction after seeing sukuna be this protective over you. actions like these demonstrate more than his dull words can do, even if it may seem like he doesn’t care about what could happen to a human like you.

[gojosprettyprincess]

Thinking about Pervert Yuji who loves and adores cutesy, girly girls who are shy and get flustered sooo easily. The ones whose face visibly heats up the second they receive a sudden compliment and cutely stutters their words when he stares them dead in the eye while talking.

The ones who act innocent and pure but their cunts immediately gets wet and aroused by his gross, perverted acts like when he’d quietly creep up behind you while you’re washing dishes and boldly grabs and squeezes two handfuls of your tits—his cock straining in his pants at the involuntary moan that escapes your soft lips as you plead and beg him to stop his assault.

He also loves the ones that are so obsessed and fixated on him that they hump the life-size teddy bear that he gifted you on Valentine’s Day—dragging your needy, wet core on the soft fabric, soaking it with your arousal as the sensation of the material rubbed against your clit in such a delicious way. The shiny, pink jewel plug that matched the color of his hair that you secretly bought because it reminded you of him, peeks out between the curves of your cheeks as the cool metal that stretched you out, jabs deeper against your inner walls as you rocked your hips.

Soft whimpers of desire flow from your glossy lips as your head falls back… your breath hitching with anticipation, “Yujii…fuck, wanna sit on your pretty cock till I make a dirty mess” you moaned sweetly, imagining his fat tip rubbing through your folds—smearing his pre-cum everywhere as your hand instinctively rises to caress your tits—imagining it was his hand, fondling with it in the lewd, perverted manner that he always does it in…

Not aware of the pair of perverted brown eyes lingering from the doorway, practically eye fucking you as he palmed his hardened cock, gently squeezing and teasing it through his pants to feel some type of friction—carefully trying not to make too much noise so you won't notice him because oh he loved the fucking show so much. His face is flushed pink with blush— almost the same color of his hair as you continued moaning out his name and begging him to fuck your little pussy even though, to you he wasn’t there. He tenderly dragged his tongue over his lips—licking it, the second he spots the pretty plug snugly nestled in your asshole. The color immediately catches his eyes—so cute of you to think of him this way. God you were just sooo perfect for him.

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“Yujiii, stop don’t– don’t stare please!” You begged shyly, your eyes screwed shut as you buried your face into the Kirby plushies that he bought for you. “Shhh baby, m’just admiring you… your pussy is so cute y’know that? It’s drooling s’muchh for me” he cooed softly, his thumb rubbing smoothen circles on your sticky clit as he stared at the wet white gush slowly steeping out of your pussy. The sensation of his touch was electrifying, sending shivers down your spine as you felt a surge of desire wash over you.

“Mmm s’adorable baby,” he gingerly praises, his warm breath tickling your skin as he eagerly planted wet kisses on different areas of your butt, causing a symphony of soft moans to cascade from your lips. The sensation causes your body to arch even more in pleasure, making you relaxed yourself.

But that relaxed feeling quickly turned into panic when you felt his glossy pink lips on the entrance of your butthole, he moved both hands to the sides of your ass—spreading your cheeks apart so he can gain a closer view at your tiny o-ring. “Stopp…not there please!” you muttered defeatedly trying to assert your boundaries as his lips continued to press against your fluttering opening.

“But babyyy, I think she likes it—you should see how cutely she’s winking at me…so eager, just like you, pretty girl” he purred playfully, he leaned closer and stuck his pink tongue out and began swirling the tip against your puckered muscles, the slight tingling of the wetness from his tongue sending shivers down your shine as you clenched your hole tightly in response, your hands clutching the sheets as you buried your face further in embarrassment.

He felt as if his cock was about to explode in his boxers as he tried to pry your little hole open but failed miserably—if it was that tight that it couldn’t even handle his tongue, imagine how it’d feel wrapped around every inch of his pulsating length. With the plethora amount of carnal thoughts and dirty ideas racing through his brain...unfortunately for you, it’s going to be a long and forgetful night. Because Yuji always gets what wants, one way or another. :3