#and it makes me so angry I could spit nails or scream

[itspileofgoodthings]

two sort of related teaching thoughts I’ve been having as we barrel towards the end of the school year:

1) an aspect of the job I feel I’m just growing into—well, not an aspect, really. More of a central tenet—is being able to see and remember that I teach KIDS. And that is so important to remember in all cases but especially with my high schoolers. They are so young and more than that so much has not happened to them yet. There is so much they don’t know. And the more I see it the more I can be compassionate and yet also removed? Distanced? Not under the illusion that I’m addressing people of equal maturity or experience to me—or even close—and so being at all times mindful of the incompleteness of pretty much everything about them and thus being gentle with them. And also at the same time remembering and rejoicing in their humanity and all their glorious funny raw potential. It’s amazingly hard to do, harder than I thought. But I do think I CAN do it. And it gets a little easier with age.

2) It is shocking how many teachers don’t see kids that way and are uninterested in trying. It’s almost an epidemic the way that teachers swing between appreciating kids as if they were other adults—gassing them up, frankly LYING about their depth or intelligence in ways that shock me on the daily (when people call a kid mature and act like that is a literal statement and don’t contextualize it, I have to laugh, literally none of them ARE mature, they’re all raw; also the smartest of them aren’t deep. They CAN’t be, they’re KIDS)—or on the other hand being disgusted with their immaturity as if, again, they’re dealing with adults. And expressing their scorn and disappointment as if some of that behavior isn’t par for the course. There’s a cruelty in either extreme; there’s a lack of common sense; there’s a rampant sentimentalism. And it makes me almost sick to my stomach sometimes.

[girliism]

sweet virginal art catching the eye of vampire reader.

coming across virgins was so hard now a days, so when you stepped through the doors of this random frat party you were immediately hit with the sweet scent of pure untainted innocence. you had to find him.

locating art was very easy, the tall blonde was standing alone in the corner sipping a mix of vodka and fruit punch. “hi.” you can tell you startled him by how he jumped, nearly spilling his drink on himself. “h-hello.” he stuttered. cute. “what’s your name?” you smiled at him, eye contact never faltering on your part. art looked around before clearing his throat. “um, it’s art.” he said into his cup. “art.” you whispered to yourself, getting a feel for how his name felt. “that’s a really pretty name.” your long burgundy nails pushed some loose curls out of art’s eyes. “pretty name for a pretty boy.” his face blushed a bright red, all the blood rushing to his cheeks. it was making you hungry.

“can we go upstairs?” you said, kinda getting tired of art’s rambling about the possibility of at least 5 people at this party getting alcohol poisoning. “upstairs?” he questioned. you could hear his heartbeat pick up. you nodded looking at him. “yeah, it’s so much quieter up there. please, i don’t bite.” you pouted. art gulped. “o-ok.”

art followed behind you like a lost puppy and you pulled him through the crowd of people and up the stairs.

the second you were in the room you closed and locked the door walking towards art and pushing him onto the bed with an unhuman amount of force. “wow, you’re really strong.” you didn’t answer him, just moved to straddle him, placing your lips on his in a feverish kiss. “you’re so hot. smell so good, could just eat you up.” you said in between kisses. you practically eating art’s face, your experience lips and tongue working against his hesitant ones. you could feel art’s cock growing harder underneath you.

your trailed down his neck stopping at the silver cross that hung around his neck. “let’s take this off.” you whispered, yanking the necklace clean of his neck wincing a little as the silver burned your hand. “wait, that’s my-” art started to speak but got cut off by his own moan when the palm of your hand pushed on his boner. “shhh, don’t worry about that. let me take care of you, ok.” you whispered in his ear before placing a kiss behind it. art felt hypnotized by your words, immediately relaxing into your touch as you undid his jeans. “ok.” he sighed.

you continue to kiss at his neck, feeling his pulse against your lips before you pulled his cock out of his pants. art’s cock was an angry red and was already dripping precum. not wanting to tease him, you brought your hand up to your mouth spitting on it before wrapping your hand around him and jerking him off slowly.

art let out the whiniest of moans, his eyes closing and his head falling back. “does that feel good baby?” you asked. art nodded, opening his eyes to look at you. “y-yes.” you cooed at him, stroking your hand faster pressing your thumb into his slit. “oh my gosh.” art’s hands were gripping tight at your waist, moans and whimpers and the squelching sound coming from your hand moving filled the room. he was close, you could tell by how his hips kept bucking up and how loud he was getting. “you’re gonna cum aren’t you.” you said into his neck. “mhm, please can i? please.” he pleaded.

you pulled back to look at his flushed face. “of course you can.” you voice was sweet, and just before he came you opened your mouth. large fangs growing as you sank them into art’s neck, moaning at the the sweet taste the hit your tongue. art came hard the second your fangs bit into him, thick long ropes shooting out and painting his stomach and your hand as he let out a choked scream.

[moon7jay]

Forced To Take Him (PART 2)

🫴Read Part 1 here

Warnings : stepcest, mentions of the word rape, manipulation, non con, dub con, spit play? Ig that's all idk

Note : IT'S NON CONSENSUAL, consider it dead dove do not eat. and if u chose to read even after all the warnings, I'm not responsible.

"f-fuck take it like a good girl, take it all baby shit-" his voice cuts off in a whine when he feels you gag around his length, your throat feels raw and abused and you aren't sure if you'll be able to talk once this is over. He's so rough with his animalistic thrusts in your mouth, his palms planted firmly at the back of your head, fucking into your throat like it's a cunt. A wet, messy cunt for the purpose of getting fucked.

His eyes are on yours, his lust filled expression making bile rise in your throat. But at the same time there's a tingling in between your legs, your body working against you

"fuck u like this, u like this don't you, u little sexy slut" he pants, smiling down at you sinisterly, his tongue comes out to lick on his plump lower lip, his brows furrow as he once again gets lost in the pleasure of your throat

There's saliva leaking out of your mouth, drool mixed with his precum, you can taste it . Taste how messy all this is gonna get.

"fuck u, fuck u for making me like this ughmmmm- drive me crazy, wanna fuck all the time oh yeahmmmhm" he moans loudly. Fear strikes your heart, acutely aware that your sister is just a little distance away, watching TV on the couch and a single kitchen counter is what hides your body from her vision. If she were to look over, she would only see sunghoon and not how he's busy using your throat mercilessly.

But sunghoon doesn't care. Ever since the first day he raped you, he had only gotten braver, more worry free and fearless.

He started fucking you more frequently. almost anywhere he felt like he would pull your shorts down and bury is cock in your snatch in a single thrust, pounding like an animal.

He would come into your room at nights, whispering filthy promises in your ear while his hips snapped into your womb with the intention to breed.

He had also stopped giving your sister the sleeping pills, and you could feel it in your heart that he wasn't scared of your sister catching u anymore. and your fear became reality when during one night of brutal fucking, his fingers dug into your jiggling fleshy thighs and he groaned into your ears the words which made your insides turn cold.

"wanna tie your sister up right beside ur bed and make her watch how I rape you baby- his teeth dug into ur cheeks as u sobbed - wanna make her see what real fucking looks like. THIS. This is what fucking is all about. Tight fucking pussy god fuck"

A sharp thrust inside your throat made you come back to the present, he held your head in place, going deeper and lodging his dick further inside your fluttering throat. Your nose meshed up against his pubic hairs, his groans getting louder

"fuck yeah" he laughed, at the height of his insanity, snapping his hips again, making u choke on this thick length, gagging sounds like music to his ears

"look so pretty like this, gonna fuck u right on this kitchen floor baby, gonna make u scream so your sister knows exactly how u drool around my dick in ur pussy like a filthy little -Fuckughhh- little slut"

Your finger nails dug in his thighs, your oxygen supply getting cut off due to his rough movements but u could feel that he was close, his taste getting stronger on your tongue

"fuck fuck fuck squeeze my balls, make me fucking cum , wanna cum so much, fuck-yeahh" he thrust rapidly at an animalistic pace, his head thrown back in pleasure as you played with his balls just like he asked for. You had learned how to obey, having seen how bad things could get when he was angry.

"swallow-holy fuck-take it all you fucking whore, take my seed" he groaned from above you, snapping his hips deep into your throat and holding your head against his pubes, cumming inside your mouth, his taste flooding up your senses. you swallowed instantly, afraid of disappointing him, squeezing his balls more to drain him of every last drop of his fuck cream, making him curse

He pulled his dick out of your drooling mouth with a pop. Before you could catch a breath he was dropping down on his knees and burying his tongue in your mouth.

one thing your sister's boyfriend loved more than fucking u was tongue fucking your mouth. you don't know what his obsession was with your tongue but he loved sucking on it while he made u suck on his own tongue. Just plain messy, open mouthed kisses, making out with your tongue for hours.

His wet muscle tangled with yours, licking into your mouth with vigor, wanting to catch any after taste of his cum that u just swallowed. His hands grabbed you by ur thighs and the next thing you know he was dragging them from under your body so that your sitting form fell down on the kitchen floor, your head hitting a little hard at the wood but sunghoon didn't care. He never cared if you got hurt.

He was instantly pulling back, tearing your panties apart, pocketing the shredded fabric to jerk off with later and he was burying his cock inside, breaching your entrance in one harsh penetrative thrust. A gasp escaped your throat while he groaned in pleasure and satisfaction. Finally being wrapped in your wet pussy folds.

Your pussy was sore from how rough he had taken u in the morning and he was so big, you felt an excruciating pain at your entrance, tears rolling down your eyes involuntarily. He started snapping his hips into yours without waiting for you to adjust, gasping in pleasure, folding your body in half, grinding your sexes together

"does it hurt? fucking tell me that it hurts-fuck"

It did. but u didn't want to give him the satisfaction of getting off to your pain. You knew he was a sick bastard who got off when u were hurting. Your tears turned him on.

"so so fucking wet, sucking my dick in your tight little fuck hole, I bet u want that fuck cream inside you so bad huh baby?" he spat upon feeling your nails dig into his neck, your pussy was so wet, your body's natural reaction making you cry more. Maybe it was your fault, maybe u did want this. Maybe he was right.

"Feels so good baby, cunt milking me so fucking good yeahmmugh jesus fuck"

his thrusts became rapid, carnal lust taking over his body, going deeper, harder. You closed your eyes to avoid seeing how much pleasure he was getting from using your body like this. The cold kitchen floor digging into your back, making you more aware of what was happening to you. You were crying and screaming in full force now, unable to hide how much pain he was putting you through, but also unable to hide how much pleasure he was giving you. Your hips were chasing his own, your lower region getting hotter and hotter, you could feel your high approaching. Please God no, no, you can't cum on this monster's cock.

He laughed when he felt your pussy clench around his dick

"fuck yeah u want this, u wanna fuck with me, u wanna breed with me, come on, let's cum together yeah? let's fuck some more" He panted, his eyes shining in a sick want, you tried to look away but his hand held your face in place, fingers digging into ur cheeks, his gaze fucking into your soul, his pleasure filled expression making the knot in your belly snap, your eyes rolling back at the same time his eyes rolled back, your cum mixing with his pearly white seed flooding inside your womb, profanities and "fuck yeah" s falling from his mouth, his teeth digging into your cheek, hips fucking into u relentlessly, intensifying the squelching sounds your grinding sexses were making.

You tried pushing him away, his thrusts now making your insides hurt but he didn't stop, panting like an animal, wrapping your legs around his waist while he resumed his thrusts, his dick still hard inside of you. Hot and hard and so cruel.

His fingers dug into your waist, his tongue coming out to lick your neck, upto your chin to your nose, sliding sideways to dip inside your ear making you whine in overstimulation.

"t-too much" u gasped out, your nails scratching his back in hopes that he would slow down, the pain mixed with pleasure starting to get to your head.

"yeah? good, gonna fuck a baby into u baby, gonna fuck ur warm little cunt till u start bleeding" he whispered, intruding your mouth with his tongue, his hips getting harsher, his dick head hitting your cervix head on, even going past it at some point with how much it hurt.

You were starting to lose your vision, so lost in the overwhelming feelings to take note of how eerily quiet the house had become. How the skin slapping sounds and your groans and moans were all that could be heard now. You could not hear the TV anymore.

Your head lolled to the side and your eyes met your sister's. Relief washed over you. She was here to save u, she was finally gonna save you, u were gonna be free, you were-

"she isn't gonna stop me sweetheart, she's gonna watch us fuck like the pervert that she is, she's gonna watch me rape your tight little cunt" sunghoon whispered in your ear and something ugly reared it's head inside your chest. You were begging with your eyes. He was wrong, wasn't he? But why was she not stopping him? Why wasn't she saying something??

your eyes travelled down and a cold shiver ran down your spine.

Your sister's hand was buried inside her shorts while she watched how sunghoon fucked u. He was panting and groaning like a wounded animal, his spit flying everywhere as his thrusts became sloppier, your heart felt numb and so did your mind. You could not comprehend the scene that was playing out in front of you. your sister's excited eyes were fixated on your and sunghoon's grinding bodies, how u writhed under him, how he was shaking in pleasure. Her hand's movements inside her shorts getting faster in tune with sunghoon's thrusts

That look. You knew that look. You had seen that look countless times throughout your childhood but u were a naive little girl who didn't know any better.

You were 13 when your mom had married lana's dad. It had been a happy marriage, never once did u feel unaccepted or unwanted by your step sister, she always kept u close to her, always took u with her when she went to play, always shared her toys with you.

But there were more things she liked to share with u. like kisses.

You were innocent, never understanding the meaning behind her lingering touches and kisses. You both were just kids after all. And even though it felt uncomfortable at times, you didn't want to ruin ur relationship with your new sister. You wanted to be good. And siblings kissed all the time didn't they? it was just a way to express affection to each other

But as time went by, her affection towards u became unhinged. She was overprotective over u in an almost obsessive way.

U didn't notice it at that time, u never did. U never noticed how she would insist on sharing clothes and baths and how excited she would become when u let her borrow your lip balm. or how angry she became the first time u mentioned a crush.

How one day u came home crying to her because everyone in school was talking about how ur mother was a whore and u also carried some STDs, unaware of the fact that lana was the one who started those rumors, an effort to keep u isolated and dependent on her.

at your 17th birthday, your sister bought u a dress matching with hers and even tho u insisted that u didn't want to change in front of her, she made u eventually

"We're both girls y/n, I change in front of you all the time, why can't u?"

and so u did. Missing the way your sister's breath became heavy with each article of clothing that u took off.

At first she used to watch, just watch. until you both were well into adulthood. Turning 19, she eventually started touching.

"You're so beautiful y/n" she whispered while caressing your naked waist. You smiled awkwardly, putting ur top on instantly, feeling uneasy at the look lana was giving you. But u brushed it off, u shouldn't have.

u brushed off a lot of things, like when your sister took u to clubbing one night and as the crowd increased on the dance floor, you could feel her body press closer to yours, her hips subtly rubbing against u.

or how when u leaned closer to whisper in her ear that you were getting out to get some fresh air, your sister buried her nose into your hairs, inhaling your scent unbeknownst to ur naive self.

You had been your sister's deepest obsession ever since you walked into her life years ago. But u were too blind to see that.

"so close gonna cum so much for u, gonna fucking breed u full holy shit, you're gonna make me cum so hard baby " sunghoon's groans reached a fever pitch, the squelching sounds of your groins meeting filling up the kitchen, you couldn't take your eyes off of lana or how her eyes rolled back in pleasure when sunghoon moaned his impending orgasm

"yeah yeah fuck yeah feels so good, god fucking godughh " He panted, flooding your womb with his cum, your second orgasm washing over u as u watched your step sister bite her lower lip and cum all over her fingers. Sunghoon's cock helping u ride urs and his high, pleasurable sighs filling the space

your senses were overwhelmed, your eyes shutting on their own, feeling guilty with how much you came but at the same time, a sick pleasure ignited inside of you.

You felt a soft caress against your cheek and without opening your eyes you could tell that it was lana. you leaned into her touch, a deep yearning flooding your chest. sobs escaping your trembling lips as she cooed and kissed your tears away

"Shh baby I'm here, I love you, I love you so much y/n" she whispered and ur sobs got louder. You could hear sunghoon's laughter in the background, his body had left yours at some point.

"she's pretty when she cries isn't she? kiss her baby, wanna see u making out with the little slut" he spoke from somewhere.

You refused to open your eyes, not wanting to face your sister's want and the glaring reality that it was her all along.

It wasn't sunghoon who wanted u, it was her.

She wanted to break u through sunghoon and now she had. You didn't think u could leave even if you wanted to.

A tongue slithered inside your mouth and ur sister groaned upon tasting you. Tangling your tongues together, you felt her hand groping your chest, moaning into ur mouth at feeling your body

"u're mine, u have always been mine" you heard her whisper before u sinked into unconsciousness. your body shutting down and mind choosing to disassociate from the glaring reality.

you always knew your step sister loved u in a way that was different from how your friends' sisters loved them. you always knew that lana loved you too much.

loved u so much that it was lethal

[whaleofatjme1920]

Kinktober Day 23: Bad Decisions [König X F!Reader]

Warnings: Rough/hate sex, degradation, barest mention of breeding, spanking MINORS DNI

AN: two in one day bc I was slacking </3 Also if his name is missing that O that's between me and the gods

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Reblogs are appreciated!

His large hand pushes you down further into the bed as his other grips wantonly at your hips. His nails would be digging into your hips if it wasn't for the fact he was wearing gloves. His hips and roughly smacking into you from behind, broad chest sweating over your back.

"I fucking hate you," he seethes as the cloth that covers his face brushes over your shoulder.

Despite you loathing every part of him, you wished you could feel his breath on your ear. You growl in response and feel yourself pushing your ass into his thighs so has better access to you, trying to deny how good he makes you feel. "Shut the fuck up, asshole," you manage to breathe out before biting the sheets.

Your heart pounds in your chest. He's pressed deliciously against you, hips swinging at an unforgiving pace, and his grip is strong enough to bruise you. It's not like he cares what happens to you, right now, you're just a hole to satisfy his pleasure, a plaything - that's what sleeping with the enemy actually is to him.

And you? You supposed you're using him for the exact same reason. He's just a dildo that can, unfortunately, talk. You try to fight against him as his muscles flex and he keeps you pinned underneath him. "Fuck you, fuck-f-fuck you," you continue to hiss out.

His hips slam into yours, harder and harder. He can feel your tight cunt squeeze around him and gush like you actually love him. Your body is practically begging him to spill deep inside of you, maybe get you pregnant just to have further control of you. "That's not what your pussy is saying, slut," he spits while his large hand slaps your ass, leaving warm marks on your flesh.

"You're practically begging me to fill your tight cunt. So fucking wet over me fucking you, huh?" He taunts you more. His hand imprints another large slap, more warmth blossoms over you, and he revels in your gasps of pain. "Shut the fuck up and let me cum inside of you." His voice doesn't sound near as 'put together' as it usually does, if you could even call him put together. He's lustful, angry, and lustful. His voice is raspy and deep, nearly insane as his thick cock strokes deeper inside of you. He groans lowly as the tip presses your cervix.

"See how deep your cunt lets me go?" He rambles. "You want this. You wanted me to fuck you into the ground because you're needy and desperate," he laughs, "just a cumslut looking for her fix."

You feel fire in your eyes as you screech and bounce your hips backwards. Obscenities fall from your lips, and your nails claw at his flesh when you feel him round your warm body to grasp at your beasts. He squeezes slightly, nails sliding over your nipples before he squeeze and pinches. "Fucking watch it!" You cry out as his large hands continue to roughly play with your chest.

He scoffs at your suggestion and pinches harder, leather sliding over your hardened nipples. "Make me," he sneers.

"Fuck you-!" You scream when you feel one of his hands roughly grip your inner thigh to pull you back onto his hips. He's not thrusting as quickly, but it's enough to steal your breath away every time he pounds into you.

"Watch your mouth," he pants, his cloth covered forehead resting on the base of your neck as he uses you for his pleasure. "Watch it or I'll fill it with something else."

[nishloves]

unholy; gojo satoru

art credits : tw @/_3aem

smut drabble | pet names, cum play, raw sex | words : 750 (approx.)

synopsis : you couldn't wait anymore, so you did what any maiden would— touch yourself... you shouldn't have.

"fuuck pretty girl, just like that, eh?" his words were murmured whispers against your skin, his breath tantalizing as his lips trailed across your neck, to your collarbone, to your shoulder, his hand pushing your body in the mattress, your cunt fluttering around his dick as his fingers played with your folds, his movements slow— steady and eerily fulfilling.

his thumb smeared the pearly white liquid across your lips, not forgetting the favour you had done for him as he grunted, snapping his hips upwards, making you moan, hitting the perfect gooey spot, your toes curling— gasping for air—

"filthy princess, couldn't wait f'yer boyfriend, hmm? trying to please yourself with those pretty little dainty fingers—"

snap

"could ya even feel it? could this—" he smacks his lips, spit trickling down your clitoris as he chuckled, his voice deeper, "— could this selfish pretty cunt be satisfied with it? you thought? hmm?"

snap

"what a brat, have i spoiled you too much?" he whispers, his movements slowing down again, making you whine, making you feel his length— inch by inch as he pulled his dick from your gripping walls, his hand tugged around your hair as he pushed in back with ravageous speed, his hips buckling into you like a savage.

"just look at y'er cunt, it's gripping me like it doesn't wanta let me go," he slurred, "such a selfish little thing. and you thought you could satisfy it?" he groaned softly, his hand cupping almost half of your face, as his thumb angled itself below your chin, pushing your jaw up to reveal your gulping neck.

"thought you could please yourself and I wouldn't find out?"

you moaned, tears pricking your eyes as you grappled at his shoulders, your nails burning soft crescents on his immaculate skin— breaking it, marking it.

he leaned down to bite on your neck— bruising a hickey on your soft skin— marking his territory, his pace unrelenting, his thirst unquenched as he involuntarily moaned against your skin, your body bestowing him with pleasure he swears he can't replicate anywhere, with anyone.

he gripped one of your thighs, pushing it up to your chest so that he could see the way your pussy clenched around him greedily, white trickles of cum spilling from your folds as he parted the skin, his gaze darkening as he inspects your pussy, about how deep his cum has been pushed in.

"'ts too much—" you gasped, hazy from the sex— hazy from how many times he had made you cum and cummed into you— the last you counted was five.

"oh really? it's too much now?" satoru laughed, "apparently not too much if yer pretty head thought your fingers could replace me."

"d-didn't mean to 'toru— hic—"

"surely you didn't," his fingers tapped your mound, "but gotta teach your pretty pussy a lesson about who she belongs to hmm?" he said, pulling out as he slammed into you again, making sure to morph your womb into the shape of his dick, filling you up with his cum so that it stays in for days, make you so filthy— so ruined that your sweet pussy can't recognise no one else.

you gasped as you felt him push both your thighs up, your shoulders digging into the mattress now that satoru's hand wasn't supporting you, he pulled out, his angry tip brushing against your glistening folds, smearing the pre-cum while he angled himself to reach deeper into you— one, two, three— pushing in— making you scream as you desperately held onto his forearms, his praises, his degradation, his mutterings lost over you as your eyes rolled back.

"ngh— please please please- don't- don't stop," you found yourself chanting, vaguely hearing satoru's deep- husky and mocking laughs.

your eyes tearing up as you came again— gasping for air— trying to breathe as you felt his fingers gently card a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, his touch gentle, caressing your face as you tried to steady yourself— it should be enough now— but all you heard was his mocking laugh,

"aww baby, don't get all tired up on me now, the night's just getting started."

[dilfl0v3rss]

clean up

the house was a mess and if there was one thing you hated to come home, to it was a damn mess. “billy! bring your ass down here now!” you yelled, anger bubbling in your stomach as you looked at the loud tv and open chip bags all over the living room. “hold on baby, m’busy!” your boyfriend yelled from your room. your hand tightened around the doorknob, slamming the door shut as you waited for your man to descend the stairs. “cmon princess what’d i say about slamming doors in here?” billy said as he made his way to you.

“and what did i say about leaving this house looking like this?” you spit, your hands waving around the house for him to look at the mess everywhere. billy looked down at you, a sorry expression on his face as he leaned down to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. “my bad” was all he said. your anger only increased at his lack of remorse. you quickly shoved passed him, snatching the chip bags off the table and floor before stomping your way to the garbage. “sick of living like this” you mumbled, thinking he didn’t hear you, but he did.

“whatdya mean baby, s’just a little mess” you quickly made your way back to him, poking at his chest as you raised your voice in his face. “like THIS! cleaning after your crazy, bum ass! i let you hide out over here b’cause i loved you and didn’t want you t’get locked up and this is what i get billy? furreal bro?” your words went in one ear and out the other as your no good boyfriend just answered what he wanted to answer. “loved? whatdya mean ‘loved’? you don’t love me no more? and who’s your ‘bro’ cause when i’m balls deep inside of you all i hear is ‘daddy’ and ‘papa’. lower your voice when y’talk t’me and stop slamming the damn door!” he yelled back.

your body moved before your mind, letting your hand fly before it connected with his cheek. instant regret filled your system, an apology on your tongue as you watched billy’s face go from an angry snarl to a scary smirk. “i-i didn’t mean t’do that…m’sor-” your sentence was cut off by billy’s long finger in your face. “i don’t wanna hear it….go upstairs and take those clothes off f’me”

within minutes you were face down into the sheets, billy’s long dick hitting so deep inside of you that you’ve had to have broken about three nails from how tight you were gripping the sheets. “what’s my name baby?” he groaned, his hands flat on your back as he pushed your arch into the sheets. you whined into the fabric, walls clenching tight around him as you tried to hold your release like he previously said. billy rolled his eyes at your lack of reply, giving you a particularly deep thrust to your cervix to get you to obey. “you fuckin heard me princess m’not gonna ask you again”

a loud whine dropped from your lips into the sheets, your spit and tears already soaking the material as you lifted your head to speak. “d-daddy” you moaned, making a smirk appear on billy’s face as he removed a hand from your back. he moved it to your hair, yanking your head back as far as you could go before leaning down to your ear to speak. “nuh uh uh, s’not what you said downstairs pretty girl. thought i was crazy and a bum, what happened to that?” his words went straight to your pussy, your release becoming the hardest thing in the world to keep away as you felt his dick travel deeper and deeper inside of you. “i was j-jus talkin papa…d-didn’t mean itttt fuck i can’t hold it!”

your screams told billy you were going to cum, making him slow his thrusts almost to a stop as he brought his hand from your hair to your neck, squeezing tightly as he listened to your choked sobs. “you’re always ‘jus talkin’ and it always gets you endin up like this.” he thrusted into you deeply with his last word, enjoying the raspy scream you let out as he began to grind his hips into you. “y’want daddy t’leave, s’that what you want?” an instant “nooo” flew from your lips, as well as many apologies as billy chuckled behind you. “m’jus playin honey. papa would never leave his princess all alone s’long as she fixes her attitude. can you do that f’me?”

he loosened his grip on your neck so you can speak clearly, his pace picking back up as he watched your body move up the bed from his hard thrusts. “i-i can do that papa….gonna fix my attitude f’you” a soft smile made its way to billy’s lips at your reply, his release approaching him as he quickly let go of your neck and sat up behind you. “good girl, go ahead and cum f’me kay?”

billy was able to fuck three more orgasms out of before you were passed out on the sheets, your light snores bringing a warm feeling to his heart as he threw on some sweatpants. he quietly tucked you into bed before leaving the room, making his way back downstairs to clean the rest of his mess from today.

[ddracula0]

I hate you

description: break up blurb; band au! but it's not super relevant.

pairing: choso x fem reader

word count: props 150

" I think we should break up." You muttered, eyes glued to your nails. You picked at your now bleeding cuticle.

"Why." His eyes snapped to you, despite the calm tone his response was harsh. He'd never spoken to you like that until recently. He never really yelled, at least not that you could recall. You had liked that about him, he'd always talk in a calm tone even when he was upset- but this was different there was an edge in his voice. A coldness you couldn't stand.

You sighed loudly turning your attention to him. "Because this isn't working." You spit.

"What makes you think this isn't working?" He says, anger seeping through his voice.

"This!" You exclaim hysterically. "You don't fucking like me anymore, in fact you should be doing this, you should be breaking this off! This isn't good for you and it's sure as fuck not good for me. You're so mean all the time!" You exclaim, your voice breaking.

"I don't know what's wrong with you, of course I like you why would I break up with you?" He seethes.

"Hm let's see, you've gotten progressively meaner over the course of our relationship, you're way more interested in hanging out with Yuki than your own girlfriend, so to the point where you forgot about our date because you were hanging out with HER." you'd progressed into full on screaming. Your face felt hot, the wind howled in your ears, and your cuticles burned from your abuse.

"I told you I lost track of time, I'm sorry." You could tell he meant it but you didn't care.

"You talk about her so much people think SHES your girlfriend." You're hysterical now, not bothering to wipe the tears from your face. You're angry, not at Choso, not at Yuki and not even at yourself. There's so scapegoat for your anger and so you cry. hard. And you let Choso hold you, you love him, probably far more than he ever loved you. There's comfort in his arms and this is the last time you'll ever feel it. The thought makes you cry harder.

"Fuck you." you grimace. between sobs.

"I'm so sorry he whispers." and you cry harder.

"Hope Yuki can play guitar." you mutter.

He pulls back, "You're going to quit?"

"Well I'm not staying with you." You sneer.

"Baby please just think about it the band is more than just me."

" If you think I'm going to stay in a bad with my ex who fucked me over you're surely mistaken." you grit.

"I love you-" he starts.

"You're such a fucking liar you love Yuki, and I'm not stopping you, so go be happy. I want you to be happy Choso." You choke.

"I'm sorry." He starts again.

" I know." you whisper.

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"It looks like you two could use a little heart to heart!" The villain chirps, and the world goes black.

When Katsuki wakes up, it's to his own face hovering worriedly over him, which is-

"Kacchan?"

Which is what the fuck, that's what.

"Deku," he growls, or tries to. It comes out as more of a squeak, which would be embarrassing if it were actually his voice, but it's not, so instead it's just fucking. Annoying.

Bloody hell, no wonder all those people were screaming. Katsuki hates this already.

"Kacchan?" Katsuki hears his voice say again, tentatively.

"Who the fuck else?" Izuku's voice has never sounded so flat, and Katsuki doesn't like that either. Makes him sound like a fucking robot.

"How the hell are we going to switch back?"

The villain's long fucking gone, obviously, so it's not like they could politely convince them to undo whatever they'd done.

Maybe Katsuki should have read that stupid report, even if it was ten pages long. He'd decided that the nerd had it covered, the muttering had had a familiar cadence and maybe this is a sign that he should stop tuning Deku out in the briefing room.

Speaking of tuning him out...

Katsuki zeroes back in just as Izuku starts opening and shutting Katsuki's mouth like a fucking fish.

"Spit it out." Katsuki's voice, fuck it, does not growl.

"Um, well..." The nerd stops, and gives himself a little nod. "Right! So the report said that their quirk is called Heart to heart-"

"Stupid-ass name."

"-And that it swaps the bodies of two people at a time and that it's verbally activated (which is probably why it took so long for them to try and use it, they don't seem used to running?) and the people being swapped have to be within five metres of each other and be, um, arguing for whatever reason (like we were, a little bit, um, sorry for knocking into you?) and-"

"And how the fuck do we undo it?"

The nerd goes all shifty again. His eyes dart about nervously and if it wasn't for the risk of breaking his own nose then Katsuki would hit him.

Actually, can he use One for All? It's like, locked or some shit isn't it? Izuku had said something about ghosts that one time Katsuki found him buzzing in the kitchen. At fucking three am.

Fuck his life. And fuck the nerd, who still won't spit it out already.

"Actually," the nerd says slowly, standing up and leaning back.

Katsuki scrambles to his own feet and is profoundly irritated to have to look up to meet the nerd's eyes.

"Actually," he repeats in a warning tone.

"Actually!" Izuku says, way too brightly, "I don't want to have this conversation!"

And then he blasts a hole in the wall with the ease of someone who's been creeping on Katsuki using his quirk for their entire lives.

The way he promptly flees through the hole, however, is nothing like Katsuki. Slippery little-

"Get back here!" Katsuki screeches.

Fuck, Izuku's voice goes high. That sounded awful. Nails on a chalkboard ass motherfucker, when Katsuki gets his hands on him-

Which will be easier said than done, he realises, when he attempts to activate his quirk and nothing happens.

"Are you fucking shitting me." He glares at Izuku's hands.

It doesn't even make him feel better, and also makes his face feel weird. Izuku can cut a bitch with the best of them, if you hit the right buttons, but his face does not naturally lend itself to the many nuances of fury that Katsuki's does.

He probably looks a hamster. An angry one, but still a hamster. Baby-fat ass cheeks. Katsuki can't even fucking pinch them, because he's the fucker they're currently attached to.

Katsuki needs to get out of here.

He punches a wall experimentally. He makes Izuku's knuckles hurt, but still no dice on One for All. The fuck. How does he activate this thing? Izuku never does anything special, he just starts sparking out like Dunce-face and then breaks Katsuki's nose.

Katsuki will break Izuku's nose as soon as it's not his face it's poking out of. Fucking hell.

Well, super-strength isn't One for All's only trick. There's also that Blackwhip crap Katsuki's always training against, along with a bunch of other rubbish. Katsuki can probably activate Blackwhip.

He's just got to get angry, right? That's how Izuku got it, as weird as that had looked, and Katsuki is great at being angry. The world is full of things that piss him off, like fucking nerd's who run off with his body using his quirk and-

Pink bananas!, screams a voice inside Katsuki's head.

-and leaving Katsuki fucking stranded because he's a stupid fucking-

Stop that!

"Make me," he snarls on reflex. Some see-through fucker with a bald head shows up in front of him, and the reflexive explosion doesn't hit him because Katsuki doesn't have a damn quirk at the moment, that fucking-

Seriously, the bald fucker frowns. Stop that!

[zombholic]

hii me again (the one that just texted about forgotten ask) but it was about abby (i had a doctor!abby in mind but it’s up to you) couple of days ago it was basically about hurt/comfort, angst type of thing where you know they fight, scream and cry and then kiss and make up, and talk and whole lot of fluff, and apologize<3 but you can write it as you see fit (obviously, it’s your work) but it was just an idea, cause i’m a sucker for this type of fics😭(i basically just wrote the whole plot here cause i didn’t want you to look for it)

JEALOUS GIRL — abby anderson

summary — basically what anon said ^

description — poc!fem reader with bpd, doctor!abby, angsty, very angry reader.

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You and Abby had went to her best friend’s birthday get together, Leah. You quite honestly couldn’t stand that stuck up piece of shit, she has no problem flirting with your girlfriend in front of you like you’re not there. Abby is one of those girls where you have to tell her you have feelings for her or else she thinks you’re just being friendly, how else did you guys start dating to begin with.

Your girlfriend was sat on the couch next to Leah, who was too close for comfort. Nora had pulled you aside to have a drink with you, she was your favorite honestly, the complete opposite of Leah yet somehow all of them get along her.

“You said you were going to college soon right?” Nora was trying to make conversation with you but your glare never left the couch, you try to stay calm and collected around Abby’s friends since they were much older but seeing her grab onto your girlfriends arm like that made you want to violently grab her head and smash it into your knee.

“Y/n?” Nora waved her hand in front of your out of touch face, blinking your eyes a couple of times you looked over at her “Sorry, I get distracted easily. Yeah I’m going to start my career in becoming a veterinarian.” You gave her an apologetic smile.

The rest of the night stayed like that, Leah basically begging for Abby to fuck her right in front of you. Your blood was boiling to the point your body started heating up, if anyone touched you they would get third degree burns. When it was finally time to leave you swore all love for Abby was pushed deep inside leaving you filled with anger.

“Lemme get the door fo—“ “I can open the door for my fucking self.” You shoved her hand away from the handle of her car, getting inside and slamming it so hard it almost shook the whole car. Abby looked at you with the most confused expression plastered across her face “What’s wrong with you?” She started her engine before going back to look at you “Don’t fucking talk to me right now.” Your arms were crossed over your chest, your nails digging deep into your boiling flesh.

The rest of the ride back home lingered with tension and anger fuming from you. Right as she parked the car you were quick to get out repeatedly the same action to slam the door, walking inside your shared home with her you shut the door right before she walked in. Storming up to the shared bedroom you started to take your shoes off, wanting nothing more than to just lay down.

“Y/n, what is your actual problem?” Abby walked over to you as she grabbed your arm as gently as she could she needed you to look at her. Abby was big on communication and you weren’t, you both having very different lives that to you communication wasn’t a thing when you were angry, your anger never regulated properly only going from zero to hundred in a matter of seconds.

When you got angry, you weren’t you like someone else stepped into your body and did whatever it took to defend yourself from any pain. “For a fucking Doctor you’re really fucking stupid.” The words spitting out of your mouth were laced with venom, Abby taken aback from the sudden insult “Why are you being so disrespectful?” You laughed at her lack of situational awareness “Wow you’re really stupid Abby, you have the audacity to say im disrespectful when you were basically fucking Leah right in front of me!” Your hands clenched into a tight fist, nails digging into your palms it’s like all your emotions were turned off but anger.

“Calling me stupid isn’t going to make this situation any better, I suggest you fix your attitude then come speak to me.” You knew you pushed her buttons badly, Abby grabbed her pajamas before heading to the guest room but not before slamming the door.

You sat on your bed trying to calm yourself down only failing when you start sobbing into the pillow. Why do you always do this? Always quick to attack before anything else. God she was going to leave you wasn’t she? Abby can’t handle someone like you. You’re too much to handle, this is why you can’t keep a relationship.

Horrible thoughts ran through your head at hundreds miles per hour causing you to sob harder into the pillow, you hated that you couldn’t be normal, why couldn’t you just talk to her?

You decided to change into your pajamas before heading over to the guest room where you saw Abby reading a book, so focused she didn’t notice you by the doorway. “Are you gonna leave me?” You felt the tears form back into your eyes streaming down your face, the swelling and tightness in your throat hurting, you quickly covered your mouth with the back of your hand trying not to sob.

Abby was quick to put the book down, walking over to you to embrace you into her arms, her hand coming to hold the back of your head trying to soothe you. Sobbing into her chest you apologized profusely “I’m so— sorry Abby, I don’t know why I do that.” You managed to say between hiccups and sobs.

“Baby, baby look at me.” She held your face in her hands making you look at her, you saw the expression on her face soften seeing her lover cry like that felt like pins and needles in her heart “I’m not going to leave you, ever. I love you, I just need you to work on communicating with me and I will help you with that. I don’t think you realize how much your words actually hurt.” Her thumbs wiping every tear that fell down your puffed up face.

“Now tell me why you were so angry with me earlier?” Her soft blue orbs never leaving your tear filled eyes. “I just didn’t like how Leah was all over you, she was grabbing your arm and leaning on you, it made me uncomfortable and mad.” She acknowledged every word you said “I’m so sorry I didn’t notice what she was doing, i’ll talk to her about it and it will never happen again, I promise you baby.” She pressed her soft lips against yours, the most gentle kiss she’s ever given you.

“I love you Y/n and I’m going to marry you someday so don’t ever think that I will leave you.” You giggled a little at her marriage comment before you grabbed her face and kissed her deeply.

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authors note — i hope this is what u were looking for!! btw i have bpd so everything i wrote is everything i feel when im angry😭

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

Day Two: Decorating Cookies: Sucre (OC)

I missed day one but fuck it I will post some winter shit I have too this one is on my OC Sucre. My posts will be inconsistent, I will not apologize. You may request a character from the fandoms I like or one of my ocs (Cat cafe, Sins, and Sucre) I will eat it up if you give me a new character idea.

TW: cannibalism, Sucre being delusional, threats of love potion, reader trying to pacify a maniac, forced affection and feeding, forced drugging

Warm and delicious smells of spices and sugar weave their way throughout the kitchen, teasing you with their aroma. Reminding you of simpler times and baking with loved ones.

Now you wanted to vomit.

The monster who claimed you to be their "sweetheart" was humming Christmas tunes cheerfully as they skipped around the kitchen. You were tied lovingly to a chair with a big red ribbon. A cute little present for the deranged witch.

"Oh sweetheart you'll just love what I'm making, my easy yet scrumptious sugar cookies! Remember when I baked them for you before we eloped?" The pinkette teased as they placed a sweet kiss to your cheek.

Sucre...the cute store owner you had crushed on, the embodiment of sugar and spice. Skin the color of milk chocolate, long pink locks that shone like saltwater taffy, and butterscotch-colored eyes. They looked just as delicious as the treats they prepared for you. You used to feel your heartbeat speed up when they looked at you so sweetly.

However, like their treats their appearance was deceiving. Sucre killed your friends either morphing them into soulless candy minions or into sweet treats they served in their candy shop. Sick twisting of your stomach as you remember Sucre shoving friend flavored fudge down your throat (you cried as you couldn't even taste the human that it once was). Hot tears pool in your eyes as you remember their tortured screams and the magic user's maniacal laughter.

"Oh darling why so glum such saltiness ruins your sweet face." Sucre drags their tan fingers and bubblegum pink nails to collect the single tear streaking down your face. You shiver in disgust as they bring the finger to their mouth and suck on it like a lollipop.

"Perfect as usual." Lovesick expression took over the beautiful face in front of you. Handsome features wasted on such a horrible monster. Sucre continues to flit around their kitchen grabbing cookie cutters and turn to you, marshmallow teeth gleaming.

"Sweetness would you like me to use the Santa cookie cutter or the reindeer cookie cutter?" You glare at the willfully ignorant person in front of you and spit at them. "I want to go home." Sucre giggles putting down the cookie cutters, before wrapping their arms around you. "Silly goose, you know you're already home! We could make a gingerbread house if you stop being such a Grinch." You scream and kick revolted by the candy man's touch. "Fuck you and fuck Christmas, I never asked for this!"

Sucre's stupid mouth stops spewing stupid bullshit for once, their body stilling. You're too distraught to care about the now magenta pair of eyes looking at you. "Mon chéri you're being so sour, you know how I don't like sour people." You don't care what's the worse they can do, kill you?

"If you hate me so much then get rid of me like the other people you killed." The magenta swirling in their eyes got worse as their expression twisted. "I would never hurt you, how dare you compare yourself to those dégoûtant." Angry tears fall down Sucre's face as the witch shakes you harshly. You went to bite the hand who force feeds you, causing Sucre to retreat with a wounded expression.

"Chéri why must you be so difficult...I just want to love you, why can't you let me do that?!" Sucre had officially gone off the deep end again. They pull a candy out of their pocket and unwrap the sweet.

"I've been so lonely for so long, longer than you'd ever know." Sucre's eyes swirl with madness like spun sugar. You push yourself as far back into your seat as you can. "I could have drugged you in the start, forced you to love me." They push further into your space expression unreadable. You twist your head to escape what this madman would do next.

"(Y/N) look at me." You snap your head back in shock of Sucre using anything but their pet names. This gave Sucre enough time to shove the sweet into your mouth. You begin thrashing when you felt its sweetness melt on your tongue, attempting to spit the offending item out of your mouth. Your attempt is thwarted as Sucre covers your mouth and pinches your nose shut.

"Stop sugar I won't let you breath until you swallow." The lack of air made you struggle further. You can't let them win you need to get out. Sucre's intense gaze your only sight as you flounder for air. The crazy bitch was trying to kill you, and you knew it.

Struggling made you lose air faster as you slowed your struggling, choking behind your captor's hand. You swallow unintentionally, the sweet going down the wrong pipe.

Sucre lets you go as you cough painfully hot pink salvia spilling from your mouth as Sucre's toffee eyes return and stare nervously at you. The world blurs from the tears forming in the corners of your eyes once more. Out of pain and sadness in knowing you lost.

Aching warmth filled you as strong arms embrace you; you stare at your savior with awe. Sucre looked so different in the light and did they always have such a chiseled chest. The witch looks like a kicked puppy staring down at you while cradling you in their arms.

"Chéri, are you okay? I knew I shouldn't have forced you, but I couldn't help it I-" Sucre is cut off by your lips connecting with theirs in a messy desperate kiss. Their lips tasted so sweet as you deepen the kiss. The witch comes back to their senses when you bite their lip causing them to moan. They also began to kiss you as voraciously as you did them. Your tongue pried open their lips as your tongue snaked around theirs desperate to taste every part of their mouth. The only noises were the wet mouth noises and Sucre's breathy moans.

When you pull away, you look at Sucre with a single emotion in your eyes: hunger. The poor frazzled witch flushed so deeply as their love drunk expression met your own. "That was wonderful darling, I wish you'd be this forward more often." You grip the front of their frilled shirt and stare intensely. "I want reindeer cookies and then I want you."

Sucre giggles as they untie you, you then proceed to tackle them with another passionate kiss.

You both found something very sweet in each other's arms~

So much for cookies am I right? I may have rushed but you should definitely enjoy!

chéri: Sweetheart

dégoûtant: Disgusting, gross, revolting

[come-on-darling-honey]

stupid and heartbroken. [Embry Call x reader]

 You and Leah Clearwater have something in common, heartbreak and a inclining to stupid decisions. Slowly you and Leah find the secrets of the Reservation that took your best friend, Embry, slowly unravel themselves to you. But not without a little blood, tears, and love.   

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PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE

     Chapter three: explanations at Emily’s.

Embry, Bella and I rode in the front of the truck. I sat between them. Bella and Embry made light conversation. Jared was in the back; I could imagine how it felt to have the wind gliding across him. It’d be better than having Embry and Bella stuffed in next to me, my thighs touching Embry’s.

“Drive me home.” I said, my throat dry. I didn’t want to go to Emily’s. I wanted to go home. I didn’t want any part of this. “Or take me to Leah’s.”

Embry’s voice was soft as he told me that Emily’s house was safe and that they needed to explain to me what I saw. Bella assured me too. I didn’t want any part of this. I looked at Embry, he had deep circles under his eyes. His posture frail and his nails had obviously been bitten. He looked horrible, a small part of me was bitter that he deserved to feel like shit. That it wasn’t fair what he did. But an even smaller part of me felt a hallow ache within my heart. That ache grew bigger as we turned into Emily’s. it felt weirdly good to sit next to him, to be within his space, he sat straighter than he had in weeks.

I’d only been to Emily’s a handful of times when I wasn’t close with Leah and went to buy the vegetables she sells. The house was covered in flowers and plants, it was beautiful. Jared went in talking with Bella about something I couldn’t be bothered to listen. I’d decided I would sleep in Bella’s truck and would do nothing about what has just happened, I’ll sleep then Bella will come back and drive me to Leah’s.

“Come on sleepy head.” Embry said, lightly pulling me out of the truck. Clearly aware of my plans to sleep away the issue I was avoiding. I wanted to burrow within myself. Curse Bella for making me come all this way but I felt so perfectly seen in Embry’s arm.

“I really hate you; you know.” I whispered to him, keeping my voice steady and monotone. I wanted to be mean. To hurt him. He sighed and said he knows. I didn’t hate him, it’s like what Leah said. You are angry at what the situation is not the person you love. I was certain she didn’t love Sam anymore. Any crumb of that had been washed away. But she loved Emily, deeply and unequivocally. She was angry at her and had told me she felt physically sick when she last saw her but knows she’s grieving the relationship they had. When all of this first happened, before I’d met Leah, she’d been so angry at what had happened she’d trashed Sam’s place. Turned it upside down. She didn’t regret it though; she’d do it again. She just wished she’d stayed longer to spit in his face. Her mom had told her that she shouldn’t take her anger out like this, the people around Leah expected her to cry. Leah didn’t cry, Leah screamed. I hurt with my words, she hurt with her actions. ‘It’s like they underestimate how I am,’ she’d told me once, laughing about how Jacob’s dad compared the pair of us and how we didn’t cry. She was methodical and cruel; it was addictive to watch.

A soothing voice called my name as I stepped inside, Embry’s arm still wrapped around me. Emily’s long hair framed her face, dark and straight. She had a large scar that dominated her face and arm but was still as beautiful as ever. She hugged me. I was completely stunned, my arms hesitantly wrapped around her. What the fuck. She whizzed back to the kitchen. I stayed to the door. Bella was sat at the table talking to Jared and now Embry who looked back at me.

“Please come sit.” He gestured to the chair beside him. I sat next to Bella instead. Jared winced and Embry looked away, they started talking about wolves and vampires, debating speed and agility. Then Sam came in, complimenting Bella’s ease with this information. I watched as he made a beeline for Emily, kissing her lips and then her scar. He held her waist with such a gentle tenderness I wanted to vomit. Someone called my name again and my eyes moved up to glare at Sam as he spoke, asking how I was feeling. I didn’t respond. Filling the silence Jacob and Paul came in, Paul apologised to Bella and Jacob took Bella outside to explain something. Jared and Paul spoke so loudly I felt as if Sam wouldn’t ask me again. I didn’t want to talk to him. Or be here. I didn’t want to be involved with this [HE(1] shit. My ribs began to tighten, lungs constricted, and it felt like they were filling with salt water again.

“I take it you don’t want to be a part of all this, I get it.” Sam said, his voice strong and stern. I hated that I felt comforted by his presence like he was my older brother.

“I don’t know what this is.” I was surprised at how solid my voice sounded, I was convinced it would be weak and fail me. Sam sat down beside Emily and tried telling me the legends. “I already know the legends.” I interrupted; I expected him to be annoyed at the very least at how rude I was being, but he didn’t he was calm. He looked relived that I’d even stayed here. I could just get up and leave but I didn’t know where Bella was, and I couldn’t just leave her alone.

“Well, they’re all true, and we’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone.” I was about to make a snide comment about no sane person believing me then he added “not even Leah.” The entire kitchen went silent. I guess her name didn’t get mentioned much. “He carefully explained imprinting to me, like he was explaining how to diffuse a bomb as a whole town waited in pained agony. I looked at Embry, his eyes weak. Bile rose in my throat. I looked away, not knowing why I was still here.

Fuck this. My fingers burned as I dug my nails into my palms. I saw Embry move out of the corner of my eye. He shifted in his chair, swallowing something painful. I needed to find Bella and leave, give them a false promise and tell Leah everything, not leave her in the dark like Sam did. I felt drawn to Embry’s side, despite everything, despite myself. I wanted to burrow myself within him, know him better, understand him utterly. Let him give himself to me. As the door opened, I was saved, Bella’s cold hand on my shoulder to let me know she was ready to leave. I got up, quick, abandoning the table. Voices calling my name, Embry’s stood out even though it was the quietest. Maybe I was just too focused on him. I practically ran out of the front door, telling Bella how ‘shitty’ and ‘stupid those shit asses’ were.

“Bella take me to Leah’s.” I could see the apprehension in her face before I looked at her, my gaze still firm on the lush greenery. “Now.” My voice was solid. An old oak tree. Rooted in the grounds of dirt and pain, sweet and bitter. She didn’t protest, sucking in a breath she turned the old truck around heading back into the heart of the reservation, the Clearwater’s. It was late afternoon at this point, the hours went by so fast I barely noticed. Sue was in the front of the house setting up for a family party, one that I’d been invited to of course. As I got out of the truck, I muttered a half-hearted goodbye to Bella, slamming the door a little too hard. I hope she knows I’m not angry with her, but I wouldn’t tell her.

“Go get Leah to come help me.” Sue said as she stopped me for a hug. She smelt like citrus and sandalwood, she smelt like home. My spirits would’ve been lifted if I couldn’t shake the image from my head. Embry sat at that table, slight yet large, eyes dark, pained and never leaving me. Party decorations swarmed the home, some cousin’s birthday or uncle’s anniversary. Leah’s door was shut completely, as usual. But when I opened it, her voice echoed in an angry yell. I walked through and saw her sickly figure. Sweating and panting, red nose and dark eye bags. She was taller somehow, leaner, stronger. She exhaled when she saw me. Not noticing the reclusive way I held myself.

“Thought you were my mom.” She said turning around and grabbing something from the floor. Her pillows and blankets, she must’ve thrown them off as she slept. Her movements were heavy, sluggish. It reminded me of Embry before this all happened. “Pick an outfit for me,” she said, a smile forcing her lips. Leah wouldn’t tell me if she was sick, that I knew. But this would just be the flu. Only the men of the tribe turn when forced to and Leah wasn’t a man, all the sleepovers we’ve had I knew that much. I picked out a T-shirt and baggy jeans, taking one of her dresses to wear myself. As we changed, she started to just look at me.

“what’s wrong?” I laughed.

“I’m so tired.” Her fingers began playing with the duvet as she sat down on her bed, now made. “Like I keep getting so angry it’s like nothing else is even happening. I keep fighting with my mom, more than usual. And..” she trailed off looking out of the window. I sat next to her grabbing her hand and placing it in my lap.

“And?”

“And I can tell you’re hiding something from me.” Shit. How the hell could she tell? If werewolves are real witches are and Leah Clearwater was a mindreading witch. After a few seconds of not saying anything I can’t hold it in anymore, screw Sam Uley. Fuck Embry and fuck all this shit. Leah is the only person who deserves an answer. All I can think about is her, when I eat sleep and breathe all it is, is Leah. How we spoke about the apocalypse and if it ever happened that we’d survive and get a farm, killing anyone in our way for each other.

“I am. I need to tell you now” before I can, before my lungs can bring in air again Sue bursts into the room, talking about family being here and how we both need to get out now, she grabs our wrists and pulls us away. Leah and I look at each other, I with desperation and Leah with a festering anger that is morphing her face. The afternoon air hits me with a welcomed delight. Which is suddenly vomit inducing once I see Sam Uley and his pack of puppies stood around the garden, talking with neighbours or family members of the Clearwater’s.

“I’ll tell you later.” I whisper once Sue lets us go. “I promise.” She doesn’t look like she believes me. I wouldn’t either but I have to tell her.

The sweet afternoon falls into a dark evening slowly and painfully but I stay by Leah’s side throughout, begging for a spare moment where one of the pack aren’t in earshot but those assholes are always fucking near. It’s actually fine when its Quill, at least he entertains us but when it was Embry near I wanted to cry, slouched and frail he stood forcing a choked laugh at Harry Clearwater’s joke. It wasn’t funny. I knew he was watching me, when Leah’s arm went around me, he straightened, it seemed like a spike of jealousy mixed with pure raged flew through him. Leah was so warm, like burning warm but it was freezing, and the dress didn’t offer much for warmth.

“Can I talk to you?” A voice asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. It was the one I couldn’t stop thinking about, Embry.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you, fuck off.” Leah almost shouted, her voice rumbling from the deepest part of her chest. I assured her it was fine and mustered all my might to stand up, holding my own arms for warmth as I left Leah’s side.

“I’m sorry for how this happened, I didn’t want you to find out. But I did even though I didn’t want to.” He rambled trying to sort through his mind. I couldn’t interrupt him even if I tried. “But I don’t want you to think this is the only reason I like you, that the truth is I’ve felt this way since we were kids and nothing changed it. That I’m sorry I left but if I’d you know, in front of you. I think our situation would be a lot worse.” I think of Emily and the scar across her face and body. He’d felt like this for so long but when did he know. Know that he… and I…

“When.” I demanded, staring into his eyes with a fire so uncontrollable it burned me. “when did you know it was me,” this would be a really bad time to vomit but oh god it was just so much. I could smell the fire and the food, hear everyone talking about different things and feel his breath on me, warm and hot. His hands on my waist and arm. Letting out a shaky breath he told me the one thing that had been crushing me since the day it happened.

“I was there when you were cliff diving, I was phased and watching you, and” he breathed onto me, his forehead pressing against mine. “And I knew then, I’m sorry.” I looked into his eyes, into him. Seeing him for himself for the first time in weeks. It felt as if my head was lighter, a feeling no drug I’d tried could emulate. As our lips connected, moving in a sweet and perfect sync his hand that held my arm moved to the back of my head. We moved closer, his warm body melting into me. My head was fuzzy, light and sweet. Tongues moved in a fluid motion, as one. His warm arms around me, one of mine cupping his cheek the other raking through his hair.

But before we could move apart on our own accords my body was gently thrown behind him, screams and yells followed two seconds later. A tree log was thrown in our direction, Embry deflected it. The lights were a blur as I stood up, his arm around me. Leah was shaking, screaming at her mom, as her body shifted, morphed. Bones snapped and changed, she was a wolf. Large and scared. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She ran into the wood line. Sam, Paul and Jared all ran after her shifting into the woods. Harry Clearwater fell to the ground, hand gripping his chest. We ran over, I pulled Seth away. His eyes were huge and scared he couldn’t look away.

end of chapter three.

 an/ sorry for the late upload! i thought i uploaded this last week! I've been struggling recently but writing this made me feel so much better, i hope it makes someone feel at least the smallest bit better for reading it. Has anyone else watched all of TLOU? Our beloved actor Graham Greene was in it! I'm planning to rewatch the game plays of part two. Leah and the readers friendship is borderline romantic, they care for each other so deeply and intimately it would be hard to ignore it. Asks are open! colourblind is coming. i love you, take care. -em x

[theghostwife]

I'm writing a Marauder-era fanfic because I couldn't get past the first chapter of ATYD. Here's a little snippet of an argument the day Sirius leaves Grimmauld Place. It's not fleshed out completely but hmmm it gives me all the feelings.

"We have given you everything Sirius!" Walburga screamed her voice cracking on his name, but Sirius had no desire to listen to her words. He despised how it invaded his thoughts, weaving its way through and digging deep, planting its roots so firmly that he could feel them. In certain ways, he has learned to dread.

Defiant and angry, Sirius glared at his mother, not noticing the way his brother crept around the corner, spying on their argument.

"I did not ask for it," he spits out with a feral hiss. "I do not want what you have to give. Not if it comes with the terms and conditions you want to place on me." Shaking his head, Sirius balled his hands into tight fists, so tight he could feel his skin begin to tear with the force of his nails.

Walburga snorted an ugly thing, her face twisting into a sick mixture of hurt and anger before she threw her head back and broke out into laughter that shook her body as if she were convulsing. Sirius watched as she wrapped her arms around her waist, squeezing so tightly, her body molded around them.

"You think love is unconditional?" She questioned through her laughter, her eyes bright with fury, and she looked like a proper Black, alight with madness. Sirius wanted to wince at the high-pitched, grating sound, but he was more distracted by the fact that his mother truly believed her actions were equal to the love a parent gives their child. He knew, he knew that their family had a fucked-up view of how relationships worked, with most of the marriages being completely arranged. When had any member of their family outside Andy and Narcissa ever married for love? When had they ever placed love above duty? Above "sacrifice?"

"You think what you gave me is love?" Sirius's voice came out in a soft whisper, a bit condescending and full of pity, or maybe it was regret or sadness; perhaps it was even sympathy, but it stopped his mother's laugh in its tracks. Sirius stared at her and could feel hopelessness settle in his chest, so heavy his breathing became constricted. The feeling sat heavier, the weight becoming unbearable as her face contorted with confusion at his words. He realized in that heartbreaking moment that she could never truly love him, and it shattered a part of him he didn't know could still break.

He felt for her. A mother with no love to give. A mother who received love in return but could not recognize it for what it was, instead seeing it as a weakness she needed to remove. And yet… and yet… that knowledge Sirius was now forced to carry did not change his decision.

He stood tall, his hands finally relaxing at his sides, and he let go of everything. He let go of his love, his memories, his hesitation, and the fragile hope he kept since his childhood. He let it all go.

"You didn't give me love because you don't know what love is," he replied with a finality that threatened to choke him. Sirius then turned his back on his mother for the last time, grabbed the bag he left beside the door, and walked out of Grimmauld Place. He didn't turn back once. Not for his mother's screams as they turned into sobs that wrecked her body. Not for his brother, who finally left his hiding spot and knelt beside his mother, his attention locked on the door, wishing with a desperation he'd never felt before and hoped he'd never feel again that what he just witnessed was a hallucination.

Sirius Black did not look back once and instead walked toward the family whose love did not come with conditions. He walked toward the family that housed his chosen brother. A family who cared not one bit about the blood running through his veins.

I believe that Sirius leaving his home wasn't a violent affair. It makes for a good story and all that good shit but realistically, Walburga was an emotionally and mentally abusive mother. I truly believe she "loved" her children but didn't know what actual love was. So I think it was a bitter argument where Sirius finally acknowledges that Walburga will never be the mother he wants, needs, and deserves. It's like the final nail in the coffin because I think if Walburga truly loved Sirius, unconditionally, he'd still leave but it would be something he'd never be able to settle with.

[fiveapocalypse]

FAUST AND THE DEVIL

A little thing inspired by @nirby-wirby

“So it is only you whose come to meet my acquaintance.”

His head hurts. His stomach churns. There is a burning at the back of his eyes and Five swallows a lump in his throat as he sits across from the man who has held his fist over him even alone in isolation. “I can’t say I am too surprised, not with what I’ve seen so far of you and your, as you put it, family.”

A part of him wants to shout, scream, maybe even punch something just to feel anything, but instead, Five shrugs, lips pursed. “I didn’t come here to idly chit chat,” he spits, ire dripping from his words. If he was angry, he couldn’t be controlled. He couldn’t fall like Icarus wanting to touch the sun. “I came because we don’t belong here, because I know that you can do something about it.” There is a look in his eyes, calculating, and it makes Five clasp his hands together and dig his nail into his palm.

“Don’t belong here how?” Neither a laugh nor a smile, but an inquiry with raised brows.

Five takes a deep breath, grinding his teeth together. “Crapshoot,” he mutters, glaring at the pineapple in the center of the table, “thought I could do whatever wanted, landed myself in the apocalyptic future, and then—here, in this body—”

“You’ve refused to listen then,” Reginald interrupts, “if I am your father, and my word had been law, then it was no fault but your own for your circumstances.”

“That’s—"

“Perhaps, if you had not gone on a tantrum, you would not be here, struggling to even achieve the bare minimum with your lack of prowess.”

“You—"

“But, as it is now, your own foolishness has created your own mistake.” Reginald doesn’t let him get a word in, interrupting him with every second that passed. “You have failed because of your lack of patience, your inability to accept, and now you are looking to atone simply by admitting defeat.” Five hates the way his shoulders hunch up, words dying in his throat. “This, however, is not feasible. You have destroyed your own family by your own hands, with your foolishness and arrogance to prove. Tell me, how is it that the future I reside in has your family in such a state and yet, did it not all start after you had gone off on your own?”

His breath hitches, mouth feeling dry. He hadn’t ever really thought about it like that, not really, but now—it was starting to come together, the pieces falling into place. He’s been gone for so long, to the point where his siblings are 30, seventeen years passing by without him. What has he missed? What did he fail to protect because of his own selfishness? The disbanding of the academy, the drugs his brothers were on, the way that a book threatened to destroy everyone, Ben’s death.

He hadn’t been there for any of it. He hadn’t protected Klaus or saved Ben or made Luther question Reginald’s choices. He never picked up Viktor’s medicine, convincing him to not use it, never tried to remind Allison how much her rumors hurt, never helped Ben control the horror.

Instead, he had left, vanished off the earth, for seventeen whole years, and since then—

Everything had fallen apart.

All of the trouble his siblings had went through. The exclusion of their seventh. The brokenness that exuded from their very souls. It all came from something, from someone, and all his life—Five had assumed it was Reginald. He had fucked them up, had hurt them beyond compare, but looking at it now, and putting the puzzle pieces together, makes Five’s eyes burn something fierce. “I didn’t do anything,” he whispers, voice cracking, “I d-didn’t m-make them f-fall apart. I didn’t.”

Reginald stares at him with that calm face of his, not an angry wrinkle to be seen. “You disappeared,” he says, “you left them for your own desires.”

His throat closes up as he tries to swallow down the lump suddenly stuck inside. “I….” Maybe, if his siblings were here, he’d be more angry, more in control, but as it stands now, he sits there, hating how easily his eyes burn and the taste of salt falls on his lips.

and, like always, Reginald does nothing but watch him cry.

[ashwritesandyaps]

another part of my wip

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Mal avoids his eyes, arms wrapped around her body. It goes against her being to display herself so pathetically but the majority of her doesn’t care since it’s Jay. 

“You are not your mother.” Jay says from across the room. 

Whipping around, Mal feels bile rise up her throat that she pushes down quickly. “I was going to throw the baby out the window Jay!” She shouts, pointing behind her. “OUR baby. I was going to do that to our daughter! Why aren’t you screaming at me?!” 

This is stupid and Mal isn’t stupid. She knows better than this. Her voice is carrying out the window and across the isle. Before she has the time to get angry at herself, it turns against the boy infront of her. Her teeth dig into her lips, another type of anger building up in her. 

“What kind of father are you? Why aren’t you angry at me?” She spits. Mal stomps across the room and grabs at his vest, shoving him back but he wraps his grip around her wrists and steadies himself against her. He jerks with her but doesn’t fight, a frown on his face. “Mal?”

“You fucking useless fuck-” She couldn’t do this, the sleepless nights before that creature was countless and now, Mal felt like she couldn’t even function any longer. She should have gotten Evie to make the potion anyway, who cares if it would have come back dead in her? “Mal-”

Her piercing cries were too much, she couldn’t take care of her. None of them could. She was so small and fragile. Couldn’t even hold her head up. It was terrifying and made Mal feel weak. This was the fragility her mother warned her about. She can’t love someone like that, how could she? It was earned and this baby wasn’t worthy. Why won’t she shut up? Why won’t she stop? Why can’t she SHUT UP? 

“I WAS GOING TO KILL-” “MAL!” Jay shouts in her face, shaking her shoulders and forcing her to look at him. “Stop.” And her head spins. When has Mal ever cared about the death of someone else? Her mother would be so disappointed in her.  “You weren’t going to kill her.” 

How does he know? Why does she even care? He doesn’t know anything. Doesn’t he see how she acts around the creature? 

“You don’t know that! I’ve killed countless idiots and you were there for it all!” She reminds, smacking his hands away and leaning against the table. “You know better than anyone else what I can do!” Her hair was sticking to her neck, her clothes were too tight, the room too small and it felt like everything was going to come crashing down on her. Her head was pounding and the wind was blowing strong, metal covers creaking gratingly.

“Stop comparing yourself to your mother. And, I’m a… decent father.” He adds like an afterthought and Mal cringes inwardly because he is. Or she thinks he is with the limited experience she has with fathers. She didn’t mean to say he wasn’t doing good with what he knows but her anger bubbles and leaks out of the edges, pass the thread holding her together. The thread Jay sewed her with. She swallows the knot in her throat.

He doesn’t stop there. “We aren’t going to kill her. Zahrah is alive. She’s with Evie and Carlos now. You did not and will not kill her.  She will remain alive for as long as we can.There is no killing our baby.” He says with such conviction she almost believes him. Mal doesn’t know if he even believes that. 

The idea of sharing something so real, a living being with warm skin and wispy hair. The colour of her eyes are directly from Jay, the ones she’s staring into as he stares back. The way she reacts to sound, how she seems to melt in relief when Mal holds her close. Her soft nails that don’t need clippers to cut. The way she still scrunches when you pick her up. She inhales and exhales, life filling her small body every second and minute and hour of the day.

Mal feels a sting behind her eyes and blinks harshly. 

“I was going to do it, Jay.” she whispers, fingers trembling against the wood. He knows she means it.

She swallows and straightens up, like she wasn’t just a mess. It's an odd feeling. She’s never felt like that before.

“You didn’t. And that's all that matters.”

[ladyravenblack]

Part 5:

TW: possessiveness, mentions of abuse

~

Seven dates, it took seven dates for me to show up to the office with bruises on my forearms. I had dressed in a long gown with long sleeves despite the sweltering heat. Alastor narrowed his eyes but said nothing as the day continued on.

I broke it off with the man I had been dating when he hit on the waitress, he really did not like it. He walked me home like a gentleman and pinned me against the door like a monster. Nails digging into my skin as I gritted my teeth. He said he would not leave if I did not kiss him and he would be back. I was not to break off this courting. For a moment I thought of all Alastor had taught me, how easily I could gut this pig of a man, and then I kissed him. He left with no worries as I rubbed the marks he left behind.

I could not let Alastor know or he would kill him- I would be the one to kill him. The whole night I spent screaming until my throat was hoarse, my lips bloodied from the scrubbing I had done to them, I had been planning. He was well known so I had to wait, I had to make sure I did it correctly. A hunting accident? Would they suspect the Bayou Killer? Would I mess up and lead them to us? No! No- I just needed to wait long enough, satiate this man’s want until no suspicion could be placed on me.

A hand caught my upper arm, nails biting into the thick fleece of my dress.

‘Is it not warm to you? Are you falling ill?’ Alastor seemed almost concerned as I threw his hand off me.

‘Do not touch me unless I have given permission’ I spit out, his face contorting into anger and hurt as he stepped closer.

‘Must you always try to make me angry?’

‘Must you always be so *captious?’ I take a step back and he followed. Searching for something. Like he knew but said nothing. A sharp turn and the click of his studio door and he was gone. With a woosh I release a breath I did not know I had been holding. Had he known? Was I really that readable? I clench my fists revelling in the pain, letting it ground me.

~

Three weeks for my courter to announce the hunting season was upon us. A smile had slithered up my lips, one I had forced to be pleasant but was worried it appeared too twisted and sinister as he had paused to stare.

Plans had whirled in my mind since the incident. I wanted him to suffer. It had been so minor but the first real bout of cruelty anyone had dealt me. Sure I had seen Alastor’s work and heard stories, but me? No one beyond faceless men on the street had even called me a rude name. How had I allowed such a pig near me? To try to woo me?

Alastor would never-

I slam my hand on the counter as the thought enters my mind, forcing a jolt of searing pain through my wrist. If that man had just shown me some sign that I was wanted- no you can not blame him for not wanting you. Did he not want me? Clearly not-

I was spiraling into a wicked pit of darkness, my mind sliding like it was on a rowboat in the middle of the sea.

Arms encircled me, soft words whispered in my ear as I bounced between anger at my courter, Alastor, and ultimately myself for allowing such a thing to happen. Hands calloused but soft grasped my cheeks as my vision slowly wormed its way from the blackness.

“Salem? Salem!?” Alastor? My eyes were drawn to his with a crystal clarity and then to the knife beside me. Had I grabbed that? He kept brushing my cheek, wiping at tears I had not known I had cried.

“He hurt me” Alastor nodded and brought me close whispering how he knew, and it would never happen again. I shook my head “Alastor no-“ he pushed me into his chest so I could not speak.

“You will not worry your pretty little head over him any longer” pretty? “I will handle this” his voice was comforting but sent a chill down my spine. A tone I had never heard before tinted his words.

“But I-“ he shushed me again and for a moment I considered smacking him “I want to kill him” I forced out in one breath so he could not interrupt again and he stilled.

“You?” He sounded almost amused at the idea “I am not sure you could handle such a thing” my anger flared and I shoved away from him.

“I can! I have a plan. He is going hunting, he will have an accident-“

“He is well known”

“But he-“

“Is not likely to be hunting alone” oh. That had not crossed my mind. Did he ever mention hunting with others? His dad? “Let me figure it out” I nod a tad unwillingly, adding another disappointment to the pile.

Seeming to know how I was feeling Alastor cupped my cheek and smiled at me, a genuine smile.

“Darling- you were never alone”

A/N: *Captious; a person tending to find fault or have petty objections

[cepheusgalaxy]

this scene is from Fen’s POV but the rest are from Gwilym’s.

A sudden noise. 

A knife driving into his arm as he tried to protect Gwilym. Protect Gwilym, he had to-

A knife at his throat, a hand pulling his head up by the hair and a voice whispering into his ear, “Move and you’re dead.”

Gwilym, fighting with everything he had… until he saw the blade touching Fen’s throat and froze. 

Those were the things Fen remembered. 

Fen screamed when they put the solid iron manacles on his bare wrists and ankles. It burned. It was the worst pain he’d ever felt, though that would soon change. 

He screamed again when they put them on Gwilym. Gwilym’s mouth was contorted in pain, but he managed to look defiant. 

Fen and Gwilym were dragged by the hair to the throne room. 

They were forced to their knees before Yorath. 

Fen had never seen his face before, and it surprised him how young he looked despite being at least as old as Fen’s mother. He could have been Fen’s age. 

A photo was quickly taken of each of them.

Fen’s forehead was forced down against the floor. 

He heard Gwilym continue fighting now that the knife at Fen’s throat was gone, spitting out his overteeth and biting any flesh he could get at with his razor-sharp real teeth. 

Gwilym would do anything he could to avoid being forced to grovel like that in front of the man who had tortured and killed his family. 

Fen heard a crack and felt pain spreading across his forehead that told him Gwilym’s head had been slammed down. 

Gwilym hissed like an angry cat. 

Fen’s head was finally released. Gwilym’s wasn’t.

Yorath walked over and stood in front of them, looking down at them like they were something unpleasant he had stepped in. 

“Fen,” he signed. “I seem to recall you telling me you were afraid. Clearly, you were not afraid enough, and I won’t have to wait until you turn nineteen to break you. And I take it this is Gwilym?” 

Neither of them said anything, but that was enough for Yorath to know he was right. 

Yorath grabbed Fen’s wing. He was not gentle this time. His nails dug into Fen’s flesh, drawing blood. 

He tightened his fist and twisted Fen’s wing until it felt like it would tear away from his back. 

Fen screamed again. 

Gwilym growled. 

“If you cross me again, I will rip off both your wings,” said Yorath. 

He crossed to Gwilym. “Let him up.”

Gwilym’s head was released, and he raised it, snarling, someone else’s blood dripping from his mouth.

Yorath snapped each of his fingers, one by one, bending them until they broke. 

Gwilym whimpered. Fen could see him blinking back tears.

He nearly screamed again.

He had never hated anyone more. 

Yorath kicked Gwilym in the chest, causing him to choke and gasp. “You should have shown more deference.” His knee connected with Gwilym’s jaw. 

Fen wanted to kill him. 

This was when he began his hit list, with Yorath’s name as the first.

It took only a second’s thought to decide that the Remian police officer who had shot Alek and the prison guards who had hurt him all deserved a spot on that list too. 

Gwilym’s sharp teeth had sliced open his own lip when he’d been hit. Now his mouth was stained with his own blood, not just that of his captors. 

“You look so much like your brother,” signed Yorath. “Shall I tell you how much he screamed? How much fun it was to make him scream and beg for it to end? Or your parents, Aderyn and Cadwgan? Your father died to protect you, you know. I might have let him live, had he told me where you were. Your brother told me your name eventually. He couldn’t take it anymore.”

Gwilym paled, his bloody face nearly white with rage. And fear. Fen could see the fear he tried to hide. “They’re better off dead than as your prisoners,” he said, clearly forcing the spoken words out. Then he spat pink on Yorath’s feet. 

“You’ll pay for that insult,” signed Yorath. “Or rather, Fen will pay for that insult.” 

He hit Fen in the face, over and over. 

Fen’s nose broke. 

Blood filled his mouth. 

“Stop!” yelled Gwilym. “Stop hurting him! Stop! Leave him alone!” 

Yorath punched Fen in the eye.

Then again in the mouth.

Fen let his mouth open to let out the blood, and it trickled down his chin.

“Please,” whispered Gwilym.

Fen knew how much that one word cost him. 

He should have kept his mouth closed and swallowed it. Hidden it from Gwilym. He could take this if it meant sparing Gwilym. 

Yorath dragged his nails down Fen’s face, met Gwilym’s eyes, and said “No.” 

Blood ran into Fen’s swollen eye. 

“Please,” Gwilym said again, his voice strangled. 

Yorath twisted Fen’s ear, slow enough that Fen realized Yorath was using Fen to make Gwilym beg. 

He couldn’t let Yorath win. He had to keep silent. Keep his face stone. Not let Gwilym see the pain. 

Yorath hit Fen’s broken nose again. 

Fen couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped him. 

“Please. I beg of you, Your Majesty,” said Gwilym, every word containing a world of pain. He bowed his head in submission. “Please stop hurting Fen.” 

Yorath hit Fen once more, then finally stopped. He knew what pleading had cost Gwilym, too. 

Fen was breaking. Gwilym…

“Whose idea was it to blow up my fortress?” asked Yorath. 

Fen was all set to tell the truth. It had been Fen’s idea, Fen who had done the majority of the planning. It was Fen’s fault.

Gwilym should go free.

Then Gwilym spoke up, spoke the one word that destroyed their lives, defiance flashing in his eyes. “Mine.” 

Gwilym’s beautiful fire was going to get him killed.

“And how much was Fen a part of it?” asked Yorath. 

“He wasn’t,” said Gwilym. “He was trying to talk me out of it the entire time. It was all me.” 

“Hmm,” said Yorath. 

As they were held still, he brought a knife down and sliced deeply into first Gwilym’s shoulder and then Fen’s. Three times each, once for every room he would have to rebuild, he said.

Gwilym kept his chin up the whole time, unyielding and angry. 

Fen’s chains were bolted to the floor. 

Fen watched numbly as Yorath dragged a struggling, snapping Gwilym by the wings to a raised dias and unchained his wrists from each other. 

Gwilym took that opportunity to punch Yorath in the stomach and try to run, but Yorath was stronger than Gwilym. 

Two others came forward and held Gwilym in place, one by his torso and arms and the other by his wings, as Yorath chained each of Gwilym’s wrists to a separate wall and tightened the chains until Fen was sure Gwilym’s arms would be ripped out of their sockets. 

Gwilym’s face was white again, his eyes closed and his lips a thin line. His wings, previously flying everywhere along with the rest of his limbs, were limp against his back.

His escape attempt had failed, and he was resigned to his fate. 

“No,” Fen whispered. Gwilym couldn’t be hurt- He couldn’t let Yorath hurt Gwilym more- 

“No!” he yelled. 

Yorath cut Gwilym’s shirt off his body, not caring if he cut through skin or not. 

“Gwilym!” Fen screamed. 

From then on, all Fen remembered was pain, and blood, and screams- his own; Gwilym never once made any noise indicating pain, his thin lips staying firmly pressed together, so Fen thought Gwilym must have gone deep into his memory palace- and the horror of having to watch Gwilym tortured and not being able to stop it. 

“I’ll kill you!” screamed Fen, over and over, trying to get to Gwilym, slamming his burning wrists against the chains, as Gwilym’s blood- so much blood, because Gwilym kept healing only to be split open again and again- pooled on the ground and trickled towards him. “I’ll kill you all!” Yorath had stepped away after the first several blows, and someone else had taken over, and then someone else, and someone else and someone else and someone else, on and on, and Fen would kill them all, everyone who had taken a whip to Gwilym, everyone who had so much as touched him.

An image would stay in his mind forever. 

Gwilym, stripped to the waist, bloody all over and limp, his wounds already closing up, dangling unconscious from the chains around his wrists, his feet- knocked out from under him- barely touching the bloodied ground and no longer holding him up. 

At some point Fen had crumpled completely to the floor. He didn’t know when.

They may or may not have broken Gwilym, but they’d broken him. 

Yorath- he was shorter than Fen, thinner than his father, similar in size to Celyn but so much more terrifying- strode over to Fen. He stepped very deliberately onto Fen’s wing and stood there, pinning him to the floor. 

“Your mother is Eirlys, correct?” He spoke out loud so Fen heard him.

“Yes,” Fen whispered. 

“I have been convinced to let you go,” he said. 

Fen looked up. He hardly dared hope-

“But only you,” continued Yorath. “I have been convinced that because you are soul-bonded, it will hurt you more to be separated. It will hurt you when Gwilym is imprisoned and hurting and you cannot be with him. It will hurt Eirlys to watch you in pain from wounds you don’t even have and to know why and that it’s ten times worse for Gwilym.” 

Fen hated the sound of Gwilym’s name in Yorath’s mouth. And his mother- what did she have to do with it? Had she known Yorath? 

“I will come for him,” said Fen, his voice hardly more than a whisper. It was hard to breathe with Yorath standing on him. “I swear on Brân’s name and mine that I will come for him, and you will all regret ever touching him.” 

Yorath’s only response was to grind his heels into Fen’s wings and press a pointed bar of iron into the small of his back, carving in his symbol. 

Fen whimpered. He had no screams left in him.

He was unchained. 

He threw himself towards Gwilym. Gwilym, his Will, chained and bleeding and blessedly no longer conscious to feel the pain, Gwilym, who was barely alive, who needed him-

Someone grabbed him around the neck and threw him out the door. 

Fen screamed- it turned out he did have some left- and pounded on the door until his hands could no longer take it. Until his nails and, eventually, his fingers themselves, broke. Until his hands were bloody and burned from the iron door. 

He collapsed to the ground in front of it, sobbing. 

The fortress disappeared. 

Fen remained curled on the ground, sobbing Gwilym’s name.

No. 

This could not be how their story ended. 

No. Fen would not let this be how their story ended.

:O