#and kept talking about how great it looked

[gwennkoi]

The doors to the throne room opened with a boom as a woman dressed in red-lacquered armor stepped through. She held her flaming sword at the ready and called out, "King Renfrid Bedillion! In the name of the people, our country, and by the righteousness of the Goddess, I have come for your head and the throne!"

The king clapped from their throne in thunderous applause. "Bravo! Yes! That was the entrance I was hoping for! Oh, it was worth the wait."

The warrior stalked forward, peering for hidden assassins and guards, but the chamber appeared empty except for the king and herself. "I will have my vengeance and free this kingdom from your grip. Your guards will never make it in time."

The king laughed to themself, "Oh, of course not. I haven't kept guards in here for years." They stand up and lay their crown onto the throne. "I have left a series of scrolls hidden in a cache beneath the throne. They have information on which nobles I believe to be the most corrupt and are stealing from my-- well, now your--coffers. There are also some recommendations on which members of your new retinue can be trusted."

"You can not talk your way out of this, you vile tyrant. You will die by my hands this day." The woman has reached the steps to the throne and continued with divine purpose.

"Oh, I do hope so. Also, make sure not to keep going with the whole divine mandate to rule thing. I'm certain that's all made up by the church and the nobility as a way to keep the peasantry under their thumb. I had an idea to let everyone help choose who is in charge, but I couldn't figure out how to stop the nobility from rigging it in their favor. I'm sure you'll figure out a way around that. My reports about you say you're quite clever." The king knelt to the ground and offered his neck.

The people's champion raised her sword and stopped. She stood there poised to make her final strike but did nothing until the fury finally drained from her face, and she stayed her blade.

"Why aren't you defending yourself?!" The warrior demanded with irritation taking command of her emotions.

The king looked up into her eyes and gave a sad smile. "Oh, I've been trying to get deposed since before you were born. I've been trying to find a worthy successor, and the prophesy said you'd do the best job of it."

"Why in the Goddess's light would you want to be deposed? Do you not care for your own life? Could you not change the rules of our great nation? Why have you taken steps towards a great revolution?" Her fury was returning, but her sword no longer threatened the king.

"Oh, child, I have no idea what the world looks like beyond these walls. I have no idea what it is like to grow up farming the fields or being threatened by monsters. I am too far separated from the reality of my people. There were other potential deposers I could have offered my neck to, but they had no idea of the true responsibility of leadership and would only have caused turmoil. Now, take your prize." The king once more lowered his head.

"I cannot! You are not the tyrant the church described to me!"

The king looked up and laughed, "Oh, they put you up to this? I hadn't heard. Yeah, don't trust them. They only want more power like my grandfather gave them. They care only about larger cathedrals, larger tithes, and their whims to have royal backing."

The king stood and stretched their arms and legs. They put their hand on the warrior's shoulder and led them down the steps before the throne. "From everything I've gathered about you, young hero, you seem like the type of leader the nation deserves. And now that you have lost that fervor I was depending on, I must make other plans for being properly deposed."

"What do you mean, your majesty?"

"Oh, nothing. I'm just sad because I had always liked the artistry of it. Shame." And with that, the king sprinted to the large stained glass window and leapt through it.

The king, after hearing the prophecy about a child fated to depose them, decided to just let the events play out without interfering.

[bearbackyard]

Wild Card - Bobby x Reader | Chapter One: How It's Done

Forgive me, dialogue is hard. Not a lot of Bobby this chapter, but there will be more in the next!

No warnings

Summary:

Music, sound, it was your everything.

So the day you found your baby cousins notebook was the day you knew she’d be something golden.

or

Zoey's older cousin, her main supporter throughout her teen years, ends up befriending and falling for her manager.

Word count: 1536 here for ao3 link! part 1 2 3

June 1st, 2025. SoFi Stadium, Inglewood, CA. Huntr/x World Tour, North American leg. 3rd show.

You’d been to a lot of concerts and worked twice as many. From punk to blues to classical to electronica to musical theater. The electric feeling beneath your skin when you felt as you let the speakers drown out your thoughts.

This was different. Tonight was different. 

You were near the front of the stage. Far enough ahead that you could see clearly but far enough back that Hummingbird wouldn’t know you were there. Despite the seats, everyone was up, jumping up and down. Their Huntr/x light sticks had been programmed to match the venue's lights, colors blinking all around the stadium as the girls on stage captured the hearts of the fans. 

Knocking you out like a lullaby

Hear that sound ringing in your mind

The two young girls next to you squealed with delight, their parents even joining in. (You’d heard them earlier when they had been complaining about the late night concert. Music changes minds) The couple behind you screamed the lyrics out while three Mira fans copied her moves in the space they had.   

Better sit down for the show

'Cause I'm gonna show you (I'm gonna show you)

(I'm gonna show you) How it's done, done, done

I don't talk, but I bite, full of venom (Uh)

Spittin' facts, you know that's

How it's done, done, done

You never got to meet Mira in person. Zoey had told you all about her and she’d say “hi” when she walked in on your calls. The same went for Rumi. She was very nice, you remember that, but a lot of the times when Zoey would call you it would be either very early for the girls or very late for you. It never bothered you when she called. You missed her a lot and you were so, so proud of her. 

Okay, like, I know I ramble

But when shootin' my words, I go Rambo

Took blood, sweat, and tears, to look natural (Uh)

That's how it's done, done, done

Like the Zoey fans around you, you erupted into screams when she rapped. That was your girl! You remembered when those lyrics were just a thought and now here she was. Singing, rapping, in a sold out stadium on a world tour.

“Yeah Hummingbird!!” You yelled out. She wasn’t going to be able to hear you, which kept your cover for the time being. 

Hear our voice unwavering

'Til our song defeats the night

Makin' fear afraid to breathe

'Til the dark meets the light (How it's done, done, done)

Damn that girl can sing. Despite the lights being programmed to a flashing purple, you swore you saw blue. You need to talk to the light and sfx programmer because that was unreal!

When the show ended, you felt an adrenaline rush like you’d never felt at any other concerts. As people began walking out, some running to the merch table for any last minute purchases, you began to walk towards the backstage area. You pulled the backstage pass Zoey had sent you a few weeks ago. She’d been hoping you would be able to make it. You told her you’d try, pretending you hadn’t already gotten tickets when the tour was announced. 

After showing the guard your pass, someone helped lead you to the girls’ dressing room.

“Great show tonight girls!” A voice you could recognize as Rumi said. “We’re getting closer and closer to gold, I can feel it.” There was a mix of squeals and chatter before you heard Zoey speak.

“I’m so happy we get a mini break though. I love our fans, but I think I need a break from everyone. No fans for just a day.” She exhaled as the others agreed.

“Not even your number one fan?” You leaned your shoulder against the door frame, arms crossed as you smiled at her.

“Y/n!” She rushed towards you as you stood up straight and opened your arms. “You came!���

“Of course I did!” You said as you squeezed her as tight as you could. “Wouldn’t have missed this for the world.” Letting her go after kissing the top of her head, she turned, grabbed your arm and jumped up and down with excitement.

“Oh! Oh! This is Mira! And you remember Rumi.” Zoey led you closer to the girls. “Girls, this is my cousin Y/n! Formally. You know, not on call.”

You let out a few soft laughs at Zoey's behavior as you waved at the other two. “It’s nice to see you both in person.”

Mira nodded at you. “It's nice to meet you in person. Zoey’s always talking about you. Love your work.”

Rumi smiled. “Yeah, you helped us get out of more creative blocks than you know of.” 

“You girls are so sweet. I know you guys must be tired, but-”

“Girls, that performance was the best of the tour! You guys are off the charts!” A voice cut you off. A man, a bit shorter than you, walked in. He had black, shaggy hair and was wearing a grey blazer with matching pants and a Huntr/x t-shirt. His eyes were glued to his phone as he walked in with a huge grin. “The latest TWICE single has hardly made an impact on these numbers. You guys are killing it out there!” His gaze finally moved from his phone to the four girls in front of him. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know there was someone else in here.” 

Zoey let out another excited squeal. “Bobby, this is my cousin, Y/n! The Wild Card. The one that does all that super cool audio mixing and stage tech-y work.” She turned to you. “This is our manager, Bobby!”

You felt Zoey push you a little towards the man, Bobby, as you now know. “Hi.” Extending a hand, you introduced yourself politely. “It’s nice to meet you.” You couldn’t take your eyes off him. Managers are fickle creatures, most of them being the devil incarnate to stars, especially Kpop managers. Something about him felt different though. He seemed kind, loving. The way he spoke with enough excitement to rival Zoey, or maybe the fact his compliments sound genuine and not just number hungry, or maybe it was the warmth you felt from his soft hands when he shook yours.

“Its nice to meet you too.” The world seems to shift a bit when he smiles at you and your gaze lingers on each other for a little too long. 

Clearing your throat and pulling your hand away. “Oh, uh, before I forget.” You turned your gaze back Zoey. “I know you guys must be crazy tired, but since there's no performance tomorrow your dad wanted to know if you and the others would want to come by. Everyone misses you a lot and they want to meet the others- as family!” You felt the need to clarify. “Not, like, a crazy fan swarm meeting. The whole block misses you. Claudia misses you a lot more than me.”

After finding her notebook full of lyrics, Zoey ended up at your apartment more often than she was at her own house. You were lucky enough to get a smaller place on the block you grew up in, just a bit away from your parents. The neighborhood get-togethers always meant music blasting until sunrise and anytime she’d have a new song finished, the block was the first to hear. Claudia ended up taking a huge love to her songs. Not that you were jealous (you were). 

“All three- four-? Of you are invited. As well.” Kill me, kill me, kill me, kill me. Why couldn’t you talk normally?? What has happened in the last ten minutes that has removed the ability to talk like a normal living person?

“Only it’s alright with you guys?” Zoey looked at Bobby and then to the girls. 

“Sounds fun.” “I don’t mind.” 

“That’d be great…” Bobby trailed off. He couldn’t let the shake weird, almost embarrassing like feeling off of him. He tried keeping his eyes on the girls but for some reason it just kept falling back to you. 

Clasping your hands together. “Great. I’ll, uh, send the details over. I mean- I know you already know where it is but you know. And any dietary restrictions just let me know and we’ll handle… it.” You took a quick glance down at your watch. “Oh shoot, I need to- to go. I don’t know how to get out of here…” 

Bobby straightened up and stepped a bit to the side to let you walk through first. “Oh, I can show you.”

“Really? Thank you so much.” You turned to Zoey one more time and gave her a quick hug. “See you tomorrow, Hummingbird.”

With that, you nervously followed Bobby out of the backstage area.

Zoey watched as you both left, seeming a little concerned as she tilted her head. “Did they seem like they were acting weird to you guys?”

Mira snickered, “Yeah, totally weird.” 

“Definitely a little weird.” Rumi said as she fought off her own laugh. “Like schoolkids.”

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tags -

@joyfulllittlething

@blackstar-gazer

@minkyungseokie

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

Kingsguard part 7

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

M!Minotaur x f!reader (for this part, normally m!troll x f!reader)

2.9k words

While no longer completely ignoring you, Ba’tual still wasn’t really talking to you. The son of the grand huntsmaster from a local minotaur clan however is very interested in talking to you. And more.

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Days past much the same. You had been spending more time in the city itself and not just the hold, taking time to speak with shopkeepers, artisans, and anyone else willing to answer your questions. It was a good change of pace to be able to explore more of the city, and for better or for worse it kept you mostly away from Ba’tual.

The few time you had crossed paths with him he just seemed to observe you, making no attempt to approach or really acknowledge you but at least he wasn’t flat out ignoring you like before. You supposed that was better. Mostly you only saw him when someone of importance visited the hold and he was either on guard duty or training recruits outside. Today was no different.

One of the other minotaur clans had detoured to speak with you, not wanting the other clan to be the only one you took note of. It was a good sized hunting party, including their grand huntsmaster. He was gray in the mane and muzzle, and an absolute well of information; correcting maps of the areas his clan hunted in, teaching you about their gods, and asking thoughtful questions about humans.

From time to time the other hunters jumped in and spoke, or they’d run to their camp just outside the city to fetch another member of their group. Tanners, cooks, fletchers, bowers, nearly a whole mobile village.

The only person who didn’t seem to interested in everything was the grand huntsmaster’s son, Suna, who mostly just sat in the corner and twiddled his thumbs or whittled. Many times he tried to slip out to explore the city, only to be caught and chastised by his father on the importance of building relations with allies and understanding others.

“Sorry my dad is so boring” Suna playfully snorted as the group left for the day.

“He’s not boring, he’s knowledgeable and it’s been interesting to be able to compare your clan to the last clan that came through.”

“So you really like this sort of stuff?”

“Yeah? It’s my job.”

“But you actually like like it? You find this fun?”

“I do.”

“Huh” he gave you a look up and down.

“And what about you? Do you like being a hunter?”

“It’s not bad, I like being on the move. I feel restless being somewhere for too long and I like the challenge of tracking things. How long have you been here anyways?”

“A few months.”

“Good, you should know somewhere good to eat then.”

The two of you ended up in a little tavern you frequented close to the inn you were staying at. Suna was playful, teasing you over being an archivist, but asking you just as many questions about humans as you asked about minotaurs.

“I’ll be here a few more days, I’d like chat with you some more if you have the time” Suna said as you parted ways for the evening.

“Dinner again tomorrow?” you asked.

“I’d like that.”

The next day went much the same, though Suna actually listened along a bit while you spoke to the elders and occasionally chimed in between whittling in the corner.

“So whittling?” you asked Suna while the two of you walked to the same tavern as the day before for dinner again.

“Anything to keep awake. I think my dad would kill me if I fell asleep in there” he laughed.

“So what where you making?”

“Just this, but I’m not too great at it” he pulled a small carved deer from his bag. It was a bit wonky and wobbly, and the legs weren’t the same length, but it was still recognizably a deer and charming.

“It’s better than I can do, and it’s still cute.”

“Here, take it then if you like it.”

“Really? Thanks” you smiled as you took it from him.

You sat together at the tavern just chatting. Suna was easy to talk to, there was something warm and inviting about him. It also help that you found him quite striking. He was tall, taller than an orc but shorter than a troll, with a broad chest and shoulders and well built arms and back from years of drawing a bow.

“I haven’t been here since I was little, hid behind my mom’s legs every time someone walked past us. First time I had seen orcs or trolls, I didn’t know any orcish, and I was terrified” Suna laughed, “But that was twenty? Twenty-five years ago maybe.”

“You were that scared of some orcs and trolls?” you couldn’t hold back a bit of a giggle.

“I was like 5! Do you know how big an orc is when you’re only 5?” he defended, but was laughing too.

“They’re still pretty big to me!”

“And what are your thoughts on minotaur? Too big for you?” he was giving you quite the smirk, looking you up and down, gauging your reaction.

“Depends on who’s asking” you leaned into it.

“Well, I’m asking, if you happen to be interested in trying anything, because I am. No pressure, it’s also just nice talking to someone I’m not spending months at a time camping with” he laughed again, though a bit nervously.

It had been pure academic curiosity that made you jump at the opportunity to travel here, but a new sort of curiosity had quickly popped up once you settled in. Even before Ba’tual had ever approached you, you found yourself looking a little too long at sparring guards or while passing the blacksmith’s shop. There weren’t many minotaurs in the city, and it would be a lie to say you didn’t look up excitedly at the clicking of hooves.

Now Suna sat across from you, swishing tail giving away that maybe he wasn’t as collected and nonchalant as he’d like you to think he was over his question. He was charming though. Forward but not pushy, genuinely pleasant to talk to, and definitely going to keep casual since his hunting party would be leaving in a few days.

“If you want to think about it that’s fine” he broke the silence, “Didn’t mean to put you on the spot.”

You looked him over again. He was handsome, light glinted off his impressive horns and fur, he seemed sweet and you could definitely do worse.

“The inn I’m staying at is just down the road” you smiled and leaned in a bit farther to tease him before leaning back.

“Lead the way.”

The walk to the inn was a bit awkward, though several times Suna tried to make small talk.

“So, have you been with anyone who wasn’t human before?” he asked.

Was honesty the best policy? You debated just saying you hadn’t before to avoid any more awkward conversations, but decided against it.

“Just once or twice, casual stuff” you quickly told him.

“Any minotaurs?”

“Not yet.”

That seemed to please him, he stood up a bit straighter and puffed out his chest, “Well, at least your first time will be good then.”

“And what about you? Ever been with someone who wasn’t a minotaur?”

“No, I uh, figured I’d take the chance since I’m here though.”

“So you went right for a human?” you teased.

“Why not? You seemed pretty open to trying new things” he teased right back.

The rest of the short walk was in comfortable silence, though Suna purposefully bumped your shoulder and gave you a smirk several times. You kept looking around, looking for anyone who might recognize you, anyone who might mention anything to Ba’tual. It was stupid to be worried about what he might think, but it still weirdly weighed on you.

Back in your room at the inn though any thoughts about Ba’tual were quickly banished. Suna moved quickly, the door was barely closed and locked before he had you backed against it. When Ba’tual had backed you up against a wall it always felt like an intimidation tactic, Suna’s just felt passionate. He hunched down to kiss you, it was a bit clumsy but was genuine seeming. Looking back to when Ba’tual had kissed you, you were pretty sure it was just to drop your guard. All of his smiles, little niceties, the kiss, all fake. All just to make you trust him.

You pressed up against Suna, feeling his heart racing, how his hands wandered up and down you sides, how he moaned into your mouth, how you felt his throbbing cock against you.

There wasn’t any room between you, but it didn’t stop of from making some. Slipping you hand down between the two of you and giving him a few strokes, making him pause the kiss to groan and lean on to you more.

“Right to it, huh?” he sighed.

You just shrugged, honestly you had expected to just get “right to it” for a casual hookup, but you sure also weren’t going to complain if Suna wanted to drag things out. Instead you reached up to grab one of his horns and pull him back down and into the kiss. He nudged your legs apart, nestling his thigh between yours and grinding up against your center and making you weak in the knees.

You needed to touch him more. You released your grip on his horn to instead run your hand under his shirt and up his chest. His fur was short, dense and soft, covering a soft stomach and a strong chest, and he was so warm. He followed your lead and pulled his shirt up and over his head, letting you get at more of him. It was impossible to ignore how you felt his heart racing or how his chest heaved.

A smile crept across your lips mid kiss, it was fun. Getting handsy, making out, just not feeling rushed, you couldn’t help but smile.

He trailed the kiss to your neck, burying his face against you and peppering you in little kisses. His hands slipped under the bottom of your blouse and he took his time just exploring. Slow touches up your sides, a hand on the small of your back to pull you closer, the other moving up a bit farther to cup your breast. You leaned into his touch, sighing softly while he continued kissing your neck.

It surprised you when he picked you up, suddenly reaching both hands around to the back of your thighs, lifting you off your feet and wrapping your legs around his waist. You let out a startled squeak, which only seemed to amuse him.

“I won’t drop you” he promised.

He laid you down on you back on the bed and settled down next to you on his side. Without missing a beat he slipped a large hand into the waist of your skirt and into your panties, pausing to speak for a moment.

“Think you’ll be able to take all of me?” he teased.

“Depends on how good of a job you do now.”

His hands dipped lower and between your folds, gliding easily from your wetness, thick fingers brushing against your clit or entrance making you sigh and moan. Slowly he worked a finger into you, taking his time until his knuckle was pressed against you. Like trolls, minotaur had the same odd three-fingered hands, which meant even a single finger from Suna was a good stretch.

Automatically you rolled your hips up against him, searching for any friction you could on your clit. He flattened him palm for you and adjusted his angle, for all of his nervous tail flicking earlier he sure knew what to do.

You reached up to tangle your hand into his mane and pull his face down to yours. Happily he picked back up on the kiss, his broad tongue filling your mouth.

It didn’t take long for him to have you gasping, clenching around his finger while you came. You were shuddering as you breathed, trying to catch your breath while he was still palming at your clit a bit.

“Good to give it a shot?” he asked.

“Wha-?” it took a moment for your mouth and brain to catch up with each other to figure out what he meant.

“I mean, humans are a lot smaller than minotaurs, and I don’t want to hurt you on accident or anything…”

“It’ll- it’ll be fine” you managed to spit out between deep breaths.

Suna nudged you over so he could lay next to you, laying on his back and then pulling you on top of his chest. His fur was warm and soft against your cheek and it felt nice to cuddle a bit. It was close and cozy, though you weren’t one to cuddle much with a hookup typically, but you could definitely make an exception for him.

A few long minutes passed and you sat up to start shimmying out of your skirt and panties. It wasn’t the most graceful thing you had ever done, but Suna was just looking up at you with a soft smile on his face. Without warning he swiftly lifted his hips up to take his pants off, but the sudden moment sent you toppling forward to bump heads with him.

He just laughed and patted the back of your head, “Hope you can stay on better when you’re riding me.”

“Behave then.”

“I’ll consider it.”

On slightly wobbly legs you sat up on your knees, positioning yourself over his hard cock. You wrapped your hand around him to get a better feel for what you were working with. He was thick, maybe not quite as thick as Ba’tual; but unlike Ba’tual, Suna wasn’t tapered at all. Tentatively you rocked your hip to let his tip glide along your folds.

“Take your time,” he cooed, “we have all night.”

You didn’t want it to take all night, and maybe that was silly of you, but still. Instead you stubbornly lined yourself up and took his first few inches. He might have not been as thick as Ba’tual, but it still stung a bit and left you panting since you couldn’t ease into it with his flared tip.

“Careful there” he cautioned, though his grip on your hip tightened.

“Just- just give me a minute” you stammered. You closed you eyes and drew deep breaths in through your nose and out through your mouth, just steadying yourself.

“Tell me what to do” he said.

“Just hold still.”

You softly bounced on his cock, just sliding his tip in and out while you adjusted, a slow process but it was paying off as you took more of him. At least he looked just as undone as you. One hand still firmly gripping your hip and and the other balled into the sheets while he tried not to move.

“By the ancestors” he nearly hissed, “that’s a tight squeeze. Fuck.”

Finally you felt the back of your thighs meet his hips, he felt almost impossibly deep in you. Your legs were sore from holding yourself up for so long, you gave in and just flopped forward on to his chest.

“Don’t tell me you’re done already” he teased, but his voice was strained.

“Just really sore.”

“That’s alright. You did so good pretty girl, you worked so hard, so just let me take care of you now, ok?”

You just nodded into his chest.

Slowly he rolled his hips up against yours, not so much thrusting as much as he was just grinding, pushing just a bit deeper and making your toes curl. Doubled over like this your clit rubbed against his pelvis and a warmth pooled low in your belly while slick, lewd sounds filled the room.

“That’s a good girl, you take me so well.”

His grinding became shallow thrusts, rubbing right against your g-spot and making you whimper. He had one hand on your lower back to keep you held close and the other softly patting the back of your head.

“Cum for me. You squeezed my finger so tight earlier, I wanna feel that on my dick.”

You rocked your hips against him, setting your own pace that he happily followed, whispering a mix sweet nothings and filth that would have made you blush if all the blood in your body wasn’t already between your legs. With a few final whimpers you felt yourself gush around him, tensing up and relaxing several times before waves was pleasant tingles and good bumps danced along your skin.

Suna sped up, not lasting much longer than you and letting out a low groan while you felt his cock throb in you. His seed slowly dripped out of your sore cunt and mixed with your own fluids, though he didn’t seem bothered as it soaked the fur of his thighs.

You found yourself drifting off listening to his heartbeat, strong and steady.

“I should get up and get some washcloths so you can clean up and get going” you said, though you were comfortable and really didn’t want to move. Still, it was just a hookup and you knew he probably wasn’t interested in hanging around.

“Really going to toss me out into the dark and cold?” his tone was a playful.

“Oh! I just figured-”

“It’s late, and I’m tired. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like to cuddle after.”

“I like it too” you snuggled into his chest a bit, “though we still should probably clean up.”

“Clean up? It’s just cum, it’s fine. Leave it for the morning.”

For a moment you almost laughed. You couldn’t imagine Ba’tual ever saying the same.

[wolfstarsjegulus]

the knight bus - word count: 1,330

@into-the-jeggyverse

prompt: bus

Tw: Walburga Black’s A+ parenting

Regulus fell to the curb with nothing but the clothes on his back and the wand in his hand. He should’ve seen this coming; his parents have eyes and ears everywhere. There’s no way he would have gotten away with dating James Potter - even in secret - without them finding out. Yet he was naive enough to try, and now here he is, covered in blood, getting soaked in the rain.

It’s at this moment that Regulus realises that he has no way of getting anywhere as he is not yet 17. He’s unable to apparate and he doubts there are any wizards around at this hour that’d let him use their Floo Network. He was stuck.

As this reality started settling in, a triple-decked purple bus screeches to a halt right in front of Regulus as a man with missing teeth and an equally purple hat steps out.

“Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for wizards in need,” the man said, reading off a clearly very old card.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Regulus asks, still deeply confused as to what’s happening.

“The names stan. Stan Shunpike,” Stan then gestures to the man at the drivers seat, “this ‘is Ernie. What you on the ground for?”

Regulus looked down and realised that he was still very much sitting on the wet concrete getting rained on. “Well, I didn’t think I was waiting for anyone,” he said, beginning to stand up.

Stan moved out of the way so Regulus could step on the bus, which he did so with great hesitancy. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t be caught dead getting on a strange, unwashed bus, but well, he didn’t exactly have any other options; he needed to get as far away from his parents’ house as he could.

“Where will it be?” Stan said, as if the sentence were one word.

“Uh, where can you go?”

This erupted a loud roar of laughter from Stan as he said, “Anywhere! That’s wha’ the bus is for!”

Regulus thought for a moment until one person popped into his head.

“Potter Manor.”

The bus took off at an alarming speed, and before he knew it, they were on the drive of Potter Manor.

“Potter Manor!” Stan announced as the doors opened. Regulus stepped off the bus, and before he had a chance to thank the driver, the bus zipped away.

Regulus stood looking up at the manor with a knot in his stomach. He wanted nothing more than to be in James’ arms right now, but this also meant seeing his brother after almost two years of no contact.

The worst part was that Sirius had been right. He’d been right to leave, right about their parents, right to escape to the Potters. Regulus was too naïve to see it, but Sirius did, and now he had to face him.

That thought alone almost stopped him in his tracks, but the other thought of the safety his boyfriend brought kept him going.

He knocked on the door, and about a minute later, the figure of James Potter stood before him. “Baby?”

Regulus knew how this must look. He was soaked with rain, blood everywhere, with puffy eyes. Yet James grabbed him immediately, bringing him into an embrace, allowing him to break down fully.

“Reggie?” Sirius’ voice rang out from behind. Regulus looked up to see his brother with a look on his face, not of anger but of devastation and worry. “Are you alright? Are you hurt? What did they do to you?”

Sirius rushed forward quickly, assessing the usual injury locations. “Is it your back?” he asked.

Regulus nodded, “stinging and cutting hexes as well as the—“

“The Cruciatus Curse,” James finished, bringing him even closer, as if shielding him from the world.

It was at the moment that James’ parents walked in, and Regulus visibly stiffened.

“It’s alright, they’re good people,” Sirius whispered to him, evidently understanding his nerves.

“You must be Regulus?” James’ mother asked gently.

“Yes, ma’am,” Regulus responding in his usual talking-to-adults tone.

“Oh, please call me Effie, and this is Fleamont, James’ dad. Is it alright if we get you fixed up?” she said as she gestured to her healing bag. Clearly, she knew what it meant when someone showed up on her doorstep from the Black household in the middle of the night.

Regulus looked to James, who nodded reassuringly, so they made their way to the living room, where he sat down on the couch with James by his side and Sirius hovering behind.

“Sirius, how about you help Monty prepare James’ room for Regulus?” Effie said in a way that sounded like a question but most certainly wasn’t, “He’ll be just fine, okay?”

Sirius reluctantly headed up the stairs with Fleamont close behind, as Effie returned her attention to Regulus.

“Is it okay if you lift your shirt for me so I can heal some of those cuts?” Effie asked. This time the question was genuine.

Regulus glanced at James. He was still unsure about this whole ordeal, but the cuts were becoming extremely painful, and he knew it’d be worse if they were to get infected.

“I can leave the room if you’ll feel more comfortable, it’s okay,” James said softly.

They had only been together for a few months and hadn’t yet gone further than kissing. They had never seen the other shirtless, and as much as Regulus didn’t want this to be the first time James saw him with no shirt, he needed James with him at this moment.

So Regulus shook his head and took off his shirt. He could tell both Effie and James held in a gasp; it must be worse than he thought. Effie began her work, and very quickly, the pain subsided.

“Okay, it’s not perfect, but it’ll get you through the night until we can do some proper work tomorrow, okay?” Effie said with one of the warmest smiles Regulus had ever seen on an adult.

“Thank you, ma- uh, Effie,” Regulus stammered.

She nodded as James took his hand and led him upstairs into his room, where Fleamont and Sirius were finishing making James’ bed.

Fleamont offered Regulus a smile as he walked out of the room, whilst Sirius turned his attention to Regulus.

“We’ll talk in the morning, yeah?” he said hopefully.

“Yeah,” Regulus confirmed.

With that, he left the room but not before whispering to James, “Take care of him, please.”

James nodded, and Sirius left.

“Would you like a shower or just change and get to sleep?” James asked.

“Change and sleep sound good.”

James began to forage through his drawers for something for Regulus to wear until he pulled out a hoodie and some pants. “Is sleeping in my room okay? You can go to the guest room if you like. I guess my mum just assumed.”

“No I want to be with you,” Regulus said without hesitation, which made James smile. “Do your parents know about us?”

“Well, I mean they probably do now. I did call you baby when you got here, so I assume they put two and two together, but no, I haven’t officially told them.”

“And they’re okay with it?” Regulus asked hesitantly.

“I think so,” James softened. “I don’t think they’d have let you sleep in here if they weren’t.”

Great, now James’s parents’ first introduction to their son’s boyfriend is wet and bloody. With that thought in mind, he changed and crawled into James’s bed, James following right behind.

He immediately curled into James’s embrace, revealing in the safety it bought him.

“They know about us,” Regulus rasped, addressing the elephant in the room. “My parents.”

“Thank you for coming to me,” James whispered, placing a kiss on Regulus’ hair.

“You were the one I needed.”

Regulus knew tomorrow would hold a lot of questions and conversations, but right now he had the comfort of James, and that’s all he needed.

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The Life of Racing Pt. 9

Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary: through it all, the racing, the media, the meetings. What matters to Lando the most is you. His home life is just as important as track life. Some days, he doesn't balance it easily. But through it all, the both of you try. Going through some challenges, but always coming out together, hand in hand again.

Second Person POV

Notes: my first F1 series! Requests are open!

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It was Friday, and the first day of the Silverstone race was here. Lando and Oscar were rushing around the media, trying to get to all of them before the race started.

Once again, you were off to the side, taking down notes from both of the drivers. Media flew by quickly, and you, Lando, and Oscar were walking back to the garage.

You slowly walk up to the garage, seeing Zak and Gerard talking together, but you turn the other way, heading towards the computers to watch the race.

"What do you think their talking about?" Oscar asks Lando. They were standing a bit away from you, but still in hearing range.

"I don't know. I know he pissed Y/n off yesterday." Lando said, crossing his arms. You just continue to log into the computer, doing your work.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. Went on this whole spree about how one little thing on the car could possibly end my life out there. I don't know." Lando says defeated.

"Well, at least she cares."

"Yeah, I know."

They both slowly start to walk over to you, sitting down at the same station with you.

"You boys ready for the race?" Zak asks, standing between Lando and Oscar at the end of the table.

"Ready as ever." Lando beams.

"Yeah." Oscar smiles.

"You get into the system okay, kid?" Zak asks, looking past Lando at you.

"Yeah, I'm all set." You say, your eyes still on the screen.

Zak twitches his neck over to the side, signaling for the boys to leave. They rush off across the garage, and Zak walks over to sit next to you.

"Lando's going to be just fine. I talked to G this morning and ran some tests myself. He did fix everything you told him to." Zak said.

You left out a small laugh. "Yeah, I figured."

"But..." He says.

"I don't know. What if he loses? I mean, he's been so excited about his home race... what if losing sends him off the edge?"

"He'll be okay. Homes races are important, yes. But this isn't his first loss. He'll be back up in no time after this race." He says gently. You nod your head, and he puts a hand on your back before walking off.

Soon after, the announcements went off, signaling it was time to get ready for the race. Both McLaren boys got suited up.

"You'll do great, trust me." You say, hugging Lando.

"God I hope so." He breathes out.

"You will. Just don't get to worked up or be nervous. This isn't the final yet. And we don't need another episode of last time." You say softly.

"Thank you." He says, smiling. You break the hug. He gets into the car, the team helping him with his helmet, and then he drives off to the starting point.

You walk back to the computer stations, sitting down in your spot, waiting for the race to start.

Once all of the drivers got to their spots, the Red lights went off. Lando started in first.

He made his way around the track quickly, fighting for first place. He was in the lead for a while until Lewis started climbing his way up.

He passed Oscar and Charles and was now on lando's tail. But Lando kept steady. You were writing down notes lap by lap on the situation.

There were around fifteen laps left. Lewis was now in first place. Lando was right behind him but couldn't get the right momentum to slip past him.

They went through the laps quickly. Lewis is still in first. Lando climbed to first but quickly fell back into second again and finally crossed the finish line.

He made his lap quickly before pulling the car over.

Nobody went over to him. He got out of the car, furious, taking his helmet off and throwing it on the seat. His eyes went straight over to Gerard and Zak.

"I thought you fucking fixed the DRS?" Lando said angrily.

"I did. A whole new one." Gerard said. You watched the scene from the computer station, in full view of everything.

"Well, you gave me a shit one is what happened! Y/n fucking told you to fix it, but because you don't like her, you put it on me!" Landos voice rose.

"I gave you a new DRS, though, didn't I?" Gerard said. His voice was way too calm.

"Lando, why don't we take a minute. We'll get this situated." Zak said. He walked over to Lando and took him into the back of the garage.

You focused back on your screen. You didn't go check on him. You kind of knew not to. You sat back in your seat, looking over all of the notes he took.

"Look, it's not my fault he can't drive for shit." Gerard said, trying to be quiet. Your ears perked up at the talking behind you.

"I know. Like who gives a shit what his girl says. She's just another fucking reporter. That's all." Another engineer says.

"I know. It's also your not fault he's slow to. Like how is that on us." A third one piped in.

"He shouldn't even be here. He's not made for F1. Hell, he's not even made for racing. He's fucking stupid." Gerard says. That made your stomach turn.

You turn around in your chair to see the three guys laughing like they were at a comedy show. You walk up to them, giving them a sharp look.

"You think because Lando's not here, you can talk shit?" You ask.

"What are you going to do, princess?" Gerard says.

"What? Just because Lando's shit, you have to go stick up for him now?" Another engineer says.

"You're probably faking it with him. Aren't you?" Gerard says.

You didn't overthink it. You didn't second guess yourself.

You let your fist collide with his face hard.

"What the fuck!" Gerard screams, holding his bloody nose.

You kick him in the stomach, sending him down to the ground. People start circling around you and the outside of the garage, looking at the scene.

You jump on top of him, repeatedly punching him in the face.

"You need to call someone!" One of the engineers yelled to another.

"You can't sit there and talk shit like a bitch when even fucking fight back!" You yelled.

You took a few hits yourself, but they weren't strong.

Yelling and screaming filled your ears. You got lost in a trance until you feel someone's arms wrap around your waist. You look back to see Lewis dragging you off of Gerard.

"Let me go!" You yell.

"You need to stop, Y/n. You are never like this." Lewis says, holding your arms behind your back.

Just then, Lando, Zak, and Oscar barge into the garage. Their eyes widened, faces shocked.

Gerard sat there screaming, his face bloody. Many workers piled around him, grabbing multiple towels for him.

"What the hell?" Zak asked. "Why would you do this?"

"He needs to learn to not shit talk Lando anymore!" You screamed. Your breath was unsteady, the room went quiet.

"As soon as you fucking left he start shit talking. Saying he's a bad driver, and he doesn't deserve to fucking be here!" You yell.

"Someone needed to stop him and we all know it wasn't going to be you." You say, quietly, looking at Zak

"Shit. Fuck, okay you." Zak points at you. "In my office. And not alone either." He says, looking at Lewis.

"Let's go." Lewis says. You and him walk over to the door. But before you walked out, you turned around.

"Your fucking pathetic if you think your pulling this shit again." You say, pointing at Gerard. He looked at you scared.

"Let's go." Lewis said firmly. He lightly held your arm as you made your way to Zak's office.

He opened the door, and the two of you walked in, sitting quietly as you waited.

"What happened? Why'd you do this?" Lewis asked quietly, putting his hand gently on top of yours.

Your eyes started to water quickly. "He was shit talking Lando again."

"That's it?"

"Well what the fuck else do you want me to say? They called him stupid. They said I deserve someone better. They said he doesn't deserve to be at F1. They can't say shit like that." You say, your tears falling slowly.

"I know it's hard. I remember when I switched teams, that's all people did. But you can't resolve it like this." He said slowly.

"But he's been doing it forever! And- and Lando doesn't stick up for himself because he's nervous too. And then... then they say shit about that. About how I always have to speak up for him. They call him a child for it."

"But..."

"But he's fucking not!"

"Alright, alright." He says, trying to calm you down. Just then, the office door opens. You don't even bother looking back to see who it was.

Zak walked over to his side of the desk, handing you some ice for your hand. And then Lando sat down next to you.

"So..." Zak said, clasping his hands together on his desk. "What happened?"

"I'm not telling this story again." You scoff, rolling your eyes. Zak gave you a deep look.

"He's a shit talking bitch. That's what the fuck happened. He thinks he can go around talking shit about people and get away with it." You say.

Zak looks at you before slowly looking over at Lewis.

"I guess Gerard was talking bad about Lando... saying that he shouldn't be at F1." Lewis says, looking across you, to Lando.

"And some other stuff. And she just... lost it. I guess it's been happening for a while now." He says. Your heart beat faster just at the thought of everything.

Lando looks at you surprised.

"This... is going to be a long process for everything." Zak said.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" You ask.

"Well, now. Now we have to fill out paper work, medical paperwork for both of you. And, a bunch of other stuff." He said. You slouched down in your chair more.

"And... after your first hit. You didn't think to stop?" Zak asked, looking up at you from his stack of papers.

"You really think that I would be thinking during that?" You ask.

"You're lucky you're not getting fired." He snaps.

The room goes silent.

"You're not getting fired. But you'll be staying with someone. Mostly like me. No one is aloud to let you out of your sight, for let's say." He says, looking down at the papers. "Two weeks."

"And what if I have to use the bathroom? Cause I sure as hell know that I will quit this goddamn job if some grown ass man comes into the bathroom with me.

"Well, luckily at all of our circuits, none of the bathrooms have windows, so I'll stand outside the door." He says.

He gathers his paperwork and stands up, along with Lewis.

"We'll let you two have a moment." Zak says, slightly smiling before him and Lewis leave the room.

You and Lando sit in silence. He has one arm leaned against the armrest of the chair, looking at you. You just stare at the wall in front of you.

"You didn't have to do that for me." Lando says, his voice cutting sharply through the silence. You shrug your shoulders lightly.

"Why did you do it? Besides what you told me." He says.

"I don't know." You say, your voice barely above whisper. "I guess I just got mad." You admit.

"Clearly." He says, letting out a slight laugh. Your head snaps over to him, and he stops.

You look down at your hands, gently removing the ice to see your bruised knuckles.

"I'm sorry."

Lando gets out of his chair and crouches down by the side of yours.

"You have nothing to be sorry about. It was a mistake in your life. We all make them."

"Yeah."

He gently grabs your hand, letting you sit there for a moment. Lando let's go of your hand? Looking at you before walking away.

"Are you okay?" Oscar asks, genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You nod.

Lando comes back shortly after with a damp rag, handing it to you.

"Thanks." You mumble. You turn on your heel to walk around the corner to the mirror they had on the wall.

"Where are you going?" Zak asked.

"I'm right here dude."

"I'm not your 'dude' I'm your boss Y/n." He says.

You roll your eyes slightly and start gently wiping the blood off around your face. You walk back around the corner to the group just as announcements go off, telling everybody it was almost time for FP2.

You, Lando, and Zak all walk to Lando's car as he gets ready for the race again.

"Don't beat anyone up again for me." He smirks, pulling you in for a hug. You wrap your arms around him tightly.

"I won't. I promise." You giggle. You both let go of each other, and he gets in his car.

He follows the guys' signals before going out of the garage, getting into the second grid start spot.

You and Zak walk over to the computer station and sit at a couple of spots, watching the screen.

"Are you going to take notes?" He asked, looking over at you. His arms crossed.

"Yeah." You say, slowly grabbing your notebook and pen.

"Lando has media after this. I wouldn't recommend going if-"

"I don't care. I just let them talk."

"Your call... not mine." He said.

The race starts soon after. Lewis was in first for a while, staying there. Charles and Lewis fought for first place on and off, while Lando fell behind to seventh.

"This motherfucker did something to my car." Lando said over the radio, as he fell back to eighth. Kimi eventually came into first place, and George in second.

"He didn't do anything to your car, Lando." Zak said. You look over at Zak, giving him a questioning look.

You turn on your stations mic to talk to him.

"Don't focus on Gerard, Lando. You're in eighth now, but you can still get up there." You say, not sure if you say more.

He doesn't say anything after, just silence. You look over at Zak who just shrugs his shoulders.

"Okay. Imagine this. Imagine that if you win, you can rub it Gerards face. Absolutely crush him. When you win, you can see that stupid ass look on his face." You say.

He instantly starts to speed up, your words pushing him further.

He passed by Oscar, climbing his way up the podium. He fell back on a turn but sped up past Charles and Lewis. You heard his car go by you quickly outside of the garage.

You look back at the screen. He makes his way past George and Kimi, claiming first place. Charles quickly made his way behind Lando but stayed behind him.

Lando stayed in first for the rest of the race.

"Nice words." Zak smirked.

"I take pride in them." You say.

Lando flew past the garage, crossing the finish line. The whole garage cheered at the driver.

He made his slow lap around the track and pulled the car over by the garage.

He jumped out of the car, immediately running to you and wrapping his arms around you.

"You did it. I told you, you wouldn't loose." You say.

"I did it for you." He smirks. The team cheered loudly behind you for him, but he stayed with you.

You two walked over to the station and sat down, he took his helmet off and plopped it down on the counter behind him.

"Where's Gerard?" He asks.

"In the medic room... I lied about that." You smile.

"Oh."

"It got you a win right?"

"Yeah, but... I wanted to see his dumbass face again." He says, laughing.

"Are you ready to go do media?" You ask, grabbing your book.

"You're coming?"

"Yeah. Why not?" You ask.

"Just... wondering."

"Listen. I don't give a shit what people say about me." You say. He smiles before getting up with you.

You, him, and Zak all walk over to the media tent. You stood off to the side by Lando, getting your pen ready.

"So Lando, those last couple of laps, you really seemed to push forward. What made you build that confidence to climb up the podium?" The guy asked.

"Well, you know... I had a really great person giving me some good advice." Lando said, smiling widely.

"That's great for you." The reporter says. He asks Lando a couple of more questions and then Lando moves on to the next reporter. You moved with him.

"Lando, we have a couple of... interesting questions." The women asked. Lando nodded, giving her the right of way.

"First of all, I just want to say what an amazing performance you gave out their today." She smiles.

"Thank you. It was a tough one, but we got through it." He says.

"Now, we've had a couple of general questions from the crowd." She starts, getting her cards ready.

"We've l heard about the big fight today between your girlfriend and an engineer. Can you describe that moment?" She asked, an innocent smile plastered on her face. To innocent.

"I- no comment, really." He says.

"What about her? Is she okay?" She asks, emphasizing the 'her' a little to much.

"Well, Y/n, in case you've forgotten her name, is do just fine. And if she wants to talk about the fight, then she will. But I feel it's wrong of me to speak on her behalf for her. She is her own person, so..." He says, trailing off. The reporter didn't say anything else, due to Lando leaving the tent.

"Fucking Christ." He mutters, taking his cap off and fixing his hair.

"Lando... go back in there." You say.

"No, I'm not going in there if all they want to do is talk about you." He says.

"No-"

"Not that you're not a great person to talk about. You- you are. I actually love talking about you, but all they want to do is get the drama. And that's... that's not you." He says, stumbling over his words.

You let out a slight laugh.

"I know what you meant." You say, stepping closer to him.

"Can we please just leave?" He asks.

"Sure." You laugh out. You both go back to the garage, getting all of your things before heading over to the motor homes.

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EP 48

A really enjoyable episode, filled with some heart pain and a lot of lightheartedness:

First off, this trio is genuinely making my heart wither up into a raisin from how much I'll miss them together from here on out. The fact that they'll never be together again, that xiaolan never knew what happened to the two of her friends and that Maomao will keep the two of them in the back of her mind makes my heart tighten in sadness.

Maomao cherishes them more than she thinks she does. After all, they were basically her only friends where she could talk to them freely and conduct activities together like proper friends do.

I really liked how closely they kept to the manga/LN when she read the letter. It really managed to capture the depth of her fondness toward the both of them, while still keeping up her unreliable narrator character with her surface levelled words.

Another part I thoroughly enjoyed was this scene, not sure about others but it really full on told us why Jinshi started liking her. Many have said this before, but his love for her really stems from her seeing him beneath all his complex layers, he's not a heavenly untouchable person. In fact, he might just be the complete opposite, a silly guy who's much too good for someone of his stature. Her thoughts of Jinshi don't dissipate or turn sour just because of a scar to his otherwise perfect feature, in fact, it heightens.

We can also see how much he needed to hear that. He, who is insecure of his beauty due to not only looking like the former emperor who traumatised many of the women in the palace but also because many have hit on him and come to him for it for the past few years. Hearing that the scar makes him more manly must've been a relief, it probably felt like the build up of his own persona for once, it separated him from the former emperor and even got a compliment from the woman he likes. A complete win-win in his eyes.

This scene of Suirei was animated really well too. I'm not sure if this was shown in the manga, since I went to read the LNs after finishing nekokurage's manga, and the LN didn't have this scene of calling upon Suirei. This might be an anime original but I really liked how they got Suirei to play a part in helping the kids, for someone who was under the assumption that she literally lost everything in the span of one night, hearing the kids wake up from their "death" hopefully made her feel less alone, knowing that she still has people, albeit, kids that are more or less in the same boat as her.

Lastly, the ending when Shisui ran off to go on her own really was a great way to end the season. I hope all the Shisui lovers enjoyed the confirmation of her surviving and finally being free. The way she still sounded as carefree and happy as always, I hope she'll live her life well, and that her memories of Maomao and Xiaolan will keep her company as she does so.

Of course, the very many Jinmao moments we got were very memorable and adorable, this makes it 3 times that their kiss was interrupted.

I love love love every scene when the animators take their time animating their eyes shining as they look at each other. It always manages to hold so much emotion, Jinshi's yearning for her and Maomao's admiration for him.

Then again, there were some scenes where I definitely felt could've contained more emotion. One of them would be the scene where Maomao was about to cut off her pinky.

In the LN, she was thinking of how she hadn't seen Jinshi since the Shi clan rebellion, and how there was no way he would or could come over just to see her, some lowly woman living her days in a shack. This causes readers to think that she might've been feeling depressed, since she just lost her job, friends and even the man who she might've felt a smidge of attraction to, and therefore decided to cut off her pinky as a form of self harm to possibly stop lingering on such thoughts.

The anime made it seem rather giggly, as if she wanted to cut off her finger for the fun of it rather than it being a result of the burden she has to live with from the last few months.

I think they could've had a past memory of Shisui, Xiaolan and Jinshi replay again, to show the watchers that she might've missed them around her before she tries to cut her finger off. Her expression could've been more sombre as well, rather than a wide smile. But I'm not complaining, I'm happy we even got the scene animated. I hope people who go on to read the LNs just recognize that that scene contained more emotion than it did in the anime.

Overall! A spectacularly and wonderfully done episode, I hate how much I love it and how much I teared up when Maomao read Xiaolan's letter. It really sent me on a rollercoaster of emotions, the jinmao scenes making me giggle like a maniac, the trio making me go all depressed and the announcement of the sequel skyrocketing my emotions enough to make me want to jump up and down.

I hope more people will find the show and watch it, the future sequels/seasons have so much more mystery coming in to play, and I can't wait to get my brain racking to solve them once the storyline from the LNs start to slip my mind.

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Fix You Fix me (Bill Skarsgård! Eric Draven x Female Reader) (Au)

Read Chapter 20 here /Series Masterlist

Chapter 21

Summary : Eric breaks your heart. And his own.

Warning: 18+, smut, Fat shaming, body shaming, manipulation, domestic violence, child abuse, cheating, reader has a spine, emotional abuse, reader's weight will be mentioned because the fic demands it

Eric was eight. Maybe nine, he didn't even remember.

He was hiding behind the half-closed door of the hallway closet, the rotten smell of dust thick around him, holding his breath even though his lungs were screaming.

It had started with something stupid. It always did.

A misplaced bill. Cold food. Or his Mama coming home five minutes late from work.

His father’s voice thundered through the house like a storm about to break.

“You think you can do whatever the hell you want? You think you're smart?”

There was a crash, a glass, maybe a plate, he couldn't tell. Then Patricia’s voice, soft and trembling, trying to calm him down like she always did.

“I was just—there was traffic..please, let’s not do this tonight..Eric has his exams..i need to help him study”

“You always have an excuse. You think I don’t know what you’re doing?”

And then..there was silence.

The kind of silence that made Eric’s stomach turn.

Then the sound of a shove, the dull thud of her back hitting the wall.

Eric flinched where he crouched, one hand over his mouth, the other clenched in a fist so tight his nails dug into his palm.

“Don’t cry” his father had said. A hiss, low and venomous. “Don’t make that pathetic sound..” His father spoke but her sob only got louder, he then punched his fist through the wall.

“Goddamnit Are you not listening to me or something you bitch..stop crying?”

Eric didn’t remember what happened after that. But when he finally crept out hours later, Patricia was sitting on the couch in the dark, her eyes swollen from crying, her lip split, she was dabbing at her face with a cold washcloth like it was routine. Like it was nothing.

“It’s alright, baby,” she had whispered to him “It’s okay ..come here..come to mama” she opened her arms so he would run to her.

She then smiled.

Smiled with a busted lip her husband, his father had given to her.

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You didn't understand. You couldn't. What had happened? Everything was fine, it was more than fine, it was going great. There were no fights, no obvious signs of him losing interest in you. Nothing. Then what had you done? What was it that you had done that had made him pull away from you?

“I can't be with you anymore”

I can't. You had been staring at those words for hours now. I can't. He didn't say he didn't want to, he just can't, so maybe there was a silver lining here but then why can't he be with you?

You had called Chance and Shelly and Shelly told you she'd come see you but whatever had happened you needed to go talk to Eric, listen to his stupid reasoning for all of this right from his mouth.

So there you were, standing outside Patricia's building, waiting to be buzzed in but it had been ten minutes. You called Patricia but her cell was unreachable so you called Stella but she didn't pick up either, so you called Eric. Again. And he didn't pick up.

You knew something had gone down, something was wrong with Patricia and it was killing you that you were being kept out of the truth. An anger was slowly simmering underneath all that care and concern and you didn't know how to keep that anger away.

Fifteen minutes later you finally saw his car pulling up, he immediately stepped out of the vehicle, he saw you, you know he did, you were sitting on the stoop right in front of his eyeline but he didn't give you a second look. He immediately opened the backdoor to pick up Patricia, Stella was pulling out her wheelchair from the trunk.

“What happened?” You asked as he walked with her in his arms but he didn't answer, he went straight inside the building as Stella crunched the code in.

That's when you felt your anger escalate from simmering to bubbling.

“Hey y/n” Stella said to you so you looked at her.

“What happened to her?” You asked, your eyes teary so she put her arm around your shoulder to take you inside with her. Her eyes were teary too.

“It's not good news I'm afraid y/n” she said to you as you both stepped into her apartment.

“What's wrong with her?” You asked again, feeling dazed and left out. You cared about Patricia, she had been More motherly to you then your mother had ever been so seeing her like that broke your heart even further than Eric's ignorance did.

As you went inside Stella immediately went into the kitchen to prepare a meal for Patricia when she'd wake up.

You walked into her bedroom, Eric had just put her down in the bed.

When he was finally done fiddling with her duvet he finally looked at you and walked towards you to grab your arm and take you outside.

“Eric what's going on?” You asked him so he let go of your arm and turned to look at you

“Did you get my message?” He asked nonchalantly, you didn't know what it was but he just seemed like a different person at that moment. He just seemed so distant, so far away from you that you couldn't even feel his love.

“Message? The one that you sent me that said I can't be with you anymore? That message?” you glared at him.

“Yeah that message” he looked you in the eyes as he crossed his arms.

“Yeah I got it Eric, but I don't understand it-”

“What do you not understand? Words have meanings right? What does that mean?”

Your eyes welled up as he said those words to you as if you were just a fly hovering around him that he couldn't wait to get rid of.

“What's wrong with her?” you asked him, not even wanting to believe that this was happening to you right now.

He let out a deep sigh as you questioned..

“She has cancer, inoperable, incurable..that's what is wrong with her” you gasped as he said that. A part of you didn't want to believe it.

She had suffered enough, she didn't deserve to suffer more.

“Eric-”

“She's on meds, she'll be sleeping for a while ..you can come back when she's up”

“No I'll wait here, I'll wait”

“Y/n just go..don't make this difficult”

That's when the anger you had been swallowing so far exploded.

“Am I making this difficult? Eric? I'm the one making this difficult?” Your voice cracked as your chest rose with each breath, your vision blurry from unshed tears. “You hurt me and now you're standing here looking at me like I mean nothing to you?”

He didn’t even flinch, his eyes didn’t soften. He just stared at you with that same distant, unreadable expression on his face.

“You don’t understand” he said quietly. His voice was even, but it trembled.

“No, I don’t! So make me understand!” you shouted, your fists clenched at your sides “Everything was fine, Eric. You were fine. We were happy Eric..we were so happy” you reached out for him but he pulled away.

“She’s dying” he finally said. “She’s dying and I need to be there for her. Every second. Every breath of whatever time I have left with her I want to be here. I don’t have time to play house and to… to be in love with you”

Your heart sank even deeper if it was even possible. Those words cut through you like a dagger.

“Playing house? Is that all we were doing Eric?’

He looked away. His jaw clenched hard, his anger was all for him, none of this was your fault, it was all him and he knew you didn't deserve that. And that's exactly why he had to do this to you.

“That’s not what I meant”

“Then what do you mean, Eric?” Your voice rose again so he glared at you

“Keep your voice down.. she's asleep”

“You're trying to cut me out of your life..her life.. like I never mattered to you or her”

“I'm not cutting you out of her life y/n..i can't make that decision for her but I have to cut you out of mine” he snapped before he could stop himself. Then his voice lowered, strained and raw.

“I can’t be around you right now” He looked at you finally, and the pain in his eyes was unbearable. “I can’t waste one more second away from her. She’s all I’ve got left, she's the only family I have and she’s slipping away every second, it's not going to get any better. And You? You’re a distraction. A beautiful one, the best one I’ve ever had in my life, trust me. But I can't afford to be distracted. I need to give her everything while I still can and I can't do that when I have to cater to your needs half of my days”

You were silent as he lashed at you, your throat burning, hands trembling, every part of you wanted to hold him, take away the pain he was feeling, be there for him when he was going through this but he wouldn't let you.

You stared at him for a long uninterrupted moment, unable to breathe as if the very words he said had stolen the air from your lungs.

“So that’s it then?” you whispered. “I’m a distraction.. that's all? Not a friend, not a lover, not someone you need? Just a distraction?”

His jaw twitched, but he didn’t speak. His silence said enough. He wasn’t going to take his words back but you had to try.

You couldn't lose him too. He was all you had.

“You don’t get to make that decision for me, Eric. I’m not asking you to split your time. I’m not asking you to love me more than her, I'd never want that. I just want to be here, I just want to love you through this. That’s what people do when they love someone..they stay when the person they love needs them”

Eric was done the moment he had raised his voice at you last night, but listening to you right now, watching you desperately trying to keep this relationship from falling apart had broken him in ways he knew he'd never be whole again.

“I have never needed you y/n..i wanted you..and i don't want you anymore..you get that?”

You took a step back as those words left his mouth. The words landed like a blow to the chest, like your ribs cracked beneath them, his words felt as if he was crushing your heart right between his palms with no care or concern.

The silence between you turned suffocating. Everything inside you screamed that this couldn’t be real.. he couldn’t be saying this. Not your Eric.

Not the man who had uplifted you through the worse but now he was the one tearing you down.

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

“Okay” you finally said, your voice barely audible. Just one broken word “Okay..”

He wouldn’t look at you now. His arms were crossed again, and he turned just slightly away, like even facing you might make him crumble.

“Go home, y/n,” he said coldly.

You blinked, stunned, your throat tight with unshed tears, but you nodded. You didn’t trust yourself to speak again.

As you turned away and walked toward the door, The door clicked shut behind you, but you stood in the hallway for a moment, your breath caught in your throat. The silence was deafening. A part of you expected him to follow you, to say he didn’t mean it, that he was just scared or overwhelmed. But he didn’t.

He wasn’t going to come after you.

You wiped your face, not even bothering to hide the tears now. You walked out of Patricia’s building, the sun too bright for the darkness that was filling you up, the world too normal, going at its usual pace as if your life hasn't turned upside now.

You sat on the stoop for a long time.

You didn’t even know where to go, all you knew was that you didn't want to be alone, you won't be able to survive this alone.

Finally you decided to call Shelly.

“Hey” she answered quickly. “Did you talk to him? What did he say?”

You tried to speak, but your voice cracked.

“I uhhh.. Shelly I don't know what I did wrong” your voice broke completely as you couldn't even form a sentence.

“Where are you?” she asked, immediately switching into protective mode.

“Outside” you whispered. “Outside her building. He… he doesn’t want me there. He said—he said I’m a distraction.”

There was silence on the other end as a part of her couldn't even believe what she was hearing.

“I’m coming to you. Stay there.”

You didn’t move. You couldn’t. You weren’t even sure your legs would work if you asked them to.

When Shelly arrived, she didn’t ask any more questions. She opened the passenger side door of her car and then stepped out to make you sit inside. She looked at you, your red eyes, your trembling hands, and reached over to hold your arm.

“I don’t understand” you whispered. “We were fine. We were so good. I don’t know what I did.”

Shelly shook her head as you said that

“You didn’t do anything. This isn’t about you..he's being a complete ass but this isn't about you sweetheart, you did nothing wrong.”

“But he made it about me” you said. “He looked me in the eye and said we were just playing house. Like what we had wasn’t real. Like I was just… in the way or something to kill time with”

Shelly exhaled slowly as she heard that.

“Did you find out about Patricia?” she asked softly as she squeezed your shoulders so you nodded, trying to collect yourself enough to speak.

“She has cancer. It’s… it’s bad. Inoperable. Incurable. That’s what he said..and she looked so tired and i know he's scared-” you whispered between your tears “I just wanted to be there for him. I still do but he won't let me”

Shelly didn’t say anything to that. She just rubbed your shoulder gently as you tried not to fall apart again.

“I just don’t want to lose him.” you broke down in tears again so Shelly turned to you.

“You haven’t lost him. Not really. He has just… gone somewhere you can’t reach right now..nobody can..except Patricia”

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He stood under the shower for what felt like hours after you left.

The apartment was quiet now. Too quiet. Patricia was asleep. Stella was in her room looking after her.

He had just broken the heart of the only woman he'd ever fall in love with.

He had watched your eyes fill with tears. He’d watched your body fold in on itself like you were trying not to break right there in front of him. He had watched you leave.

And he didn't stop you even though every part of him wanted to run into your arms and cry his heart out. He had lied, he needed you so much but he couldn't have you.

Not after what he had done last night.

He could still hear it. His own voice..his voice yelling at you the night before.

“Goddamn it, I said no..are you not listening to me or something??”

All you wanted to do was be there with him. That was it. You had reached for him, soft-eyed, gentle, worried. And he yelled at you like you had committed some kind of crime.

That was the moment he knew he had to let you go now before he won't be able to.

Because he knew that voice very well, the one he’d used last night on you. That tone, that heat in them, the condescending, cruel, controlling edge.

He had heard it all his childhood.

He remembered the way Patricia used to freeze, the way her fingers would start shaking even when she tried to hide it. He remembered how she’d retreat, how she’d go quiet, small like silence was the only thing that could protect her.

And he had seen that same look last night on your beautiful face.

You didn't say anything in return, you kept looking at him so lovingly as if he hadn't raised his voice at you.

You shrunk the way Patricia used to do, as if it was you who had done something wrong.

For a moment he had thought he could leave his past behind, he could forget all about the ugliness of the blood running through his veins.

But it was impossible to run away from his true self.

And it had felt good. That was the worst part. Not in a way that he was remotely proud of. But in the brief moment when he’d yelled at you, when you had gone quiet, when he had regained control over the situation, he had felt something sickeningly familiar.

And he had to get away from that. From you.. Because you didn’t deserve to be loved by someone who might, at any moment, become a monster.

You were better off hating him. Better off gone because it was just his voice last night that he had raised, but who knew when his hand would follow it too and he knew he didn't want that for you, he couldn't be the man who'd make you smile through a busted lip.

He swallowed hard as he stepped out of the bathroom and began walking slowly to Patricia’s door. He didn’t go inside. Just leaned against the frame. She was still here, she was all he had. But she won't be here for long, he didn't even know how to live in a world that didn't have her.

He promised to himself that he would give her everything, Every waking minute he had left with her. And he would do it alone.

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Because maybe that’s what he deserved. To lose the two people he loved the most in this world, one to her illness and the other to the man that he was bound to become someday.

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The Moment He Saw Him

Sirius wasn't someone to fall in love easily. He'd had his share of fleeting crushes, his fair share of wild flings. But love? Real love? He'd never thought it was something that would happen to him. It was a concept he'd reserved for others, for those who were predictable and mundane, people who weren't quite like him.

That was, of course, until the first time he saw Remus.

It wasn’t some grand, cinematic moment where time slowed, and everything became saturated in golden light. It wasn’t some fairytale love at first sight. No, the moment Sirius fell in love with Remus was much more understated, quieter, more brutal than that.

It was their first day at Hogwarts, and Remus was standing by the door of the Great Hall, looking lost. He was skinny, far too pale, and had messy sandy brown hair that looked as if it hadn't seen a comb in years. But what truly caught Sirius’ attention—what sent a jolt through his chest—were the scars. The small, fading marks all over his skin. They weren't the sort of thing one could ignore, even if they were just a backdrop to Remus’ otherwise unassuming figure.

Sirius didn’t know why he stared. He shouldn’t have. He didn’t know the boy at all, yet here he was, standing in the doorway like he’d already claimed a part of Sirius' soul.

The boy was staring at the floor, chewing his lip nervously, and for a moment, Sirius wondered if he should do something. Something bold. Walk up, introduce himself, ask him why he looked so damn sad. But then he remembered that he was Sirius Black, and walking up to people just wasn’t his style. He had his reputation to uphold.

But still. Something about Remus gnawed at him, even as he tried to look away.

That was how it started. It was a fleeting moment, but for Sirius, it felt like time stopped.

Five years passed since that day, and Sirius had done his best to ignore the growing feelings for Remus. He had pushed them aside, buried them under layers of jokes and pranks, under his newfound status as the bad boy. He’d been too busy getting into trouble to worry about the way his stomach flipped whenever Remus smiled or how his heart skipped a beat when their hands brushed in passing.

He couldn’t be in love with Remus. It was impossible.

But the signs were becoming harder to deny.

Remus, with his quiet laugh that echoed through Sirius’ mind for hours, his intelligence that outshone everyone else in their year, and the way he always seemed to hold himself back, like he was too afraid to let go. And yet, whenever they talked, there was a subtle warmth in his voice, a tenderness that Sirius hadn’t ever seen in anyone else.

Sirius would lie if he said it didn’t break his heart just a little bit more every time Remus looked at him like he was nothing but a puzzle to be solved. He couldn’t let himself love Remus. He couldn’t because Remus deserved more than someone like him. Someone like Sirius would only cause Remus pain. Besides, Remus had always been the kind of person who kept to himself, and Sirius... well, he was far too chaotic, too unpredictable.

But there was no denying it now. Not anymore.

It all came to a head one night, after a particularly harsh confrontation with Snape. Remus had always been the peacemaker, the one who tried to calm Sirius down, but tonight, he wasn’t quite so successful.

Sirius was angry, fuming with rage, and nothing seemed to make sense. He paced around their common room, trying to figure out why everything felt so tight in his chest. Why his thoughts were so tangled, so confusing.

And there, leaning against the fireplace with his arms crossed and his eyes filled with that familiar, understanding patience, stood Remus.

Sirius froze, staring at him as if he hadn’t seen him in years. Remus wasn’t just a friend. He wasn’t just some quiet, scarred boy who was too perfect for words. No, Sirius realized with painful clarity, Remus was everything.

Remus tilted his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You know, you’ve been pacing for the last ten minutes. You’re giving me a headache.”

“I—” Sirius stopped himself, shaking his head. “I’m not making sense, am I?”

“Not really, but then again, when do you ever?”

Sirius chuckled, the tension in his chest easing for a moment. But it didn’t last. It never lasted when Remus was around. The truth kept clawing its way to the surface, the truth he couldn’t ignore anymore.

Without thinking, Sirius walked over to where Remus was standing, his heart hammering in his chest. Remus looked at him in surprise, his expression softening.

“I think I’m in love with you,” Sirius blurted out, and the words sounded like a confession, like a secret he’d been holding inside for far too long.

There was a long pause. Too long.

Sirius cursed under his breath, mortified by his own words. He stepped back, his face burning with embarrassment. “Forget I said that. You didn’t hear anything. I’m an idiot.”

But before he could turn away, Remus reached out, grabbing his wrist with surprising strength.

“Don’t.” Remus’ voice was quiet but firm, his eyes searching Sirius' face. “I— I didn’t know you felt that way.”

Sirius’ breath caught in his throat. “You didn’t?”

“No,” Remus said, a soft, almost sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “But maybe… maybe I’ve been an idiot, too.”

Sirius blinked, confused, until Remus slowly stepped forward, closing the distance between them. “You think I haven’t noticed? The way you look at me, the way you always seem to be there when I need you? I’ve been trying to ignore it, too.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The room felt too small for what was happening, for the truth that was finally spilling out between them.

Sirius reached up, brushing a lock of hair from Remus’ forehead, his fingers trembling. “So… you’re not mad?”

Remus smiled, a genuine, soft smile that made Sirius’ heart feel like it was about to burst. “Mad? I’m not mad, Sirius. I’m just…”

He paused, as if searching for the right words. “I’m just glad you finally said something.”

And that was it. The dam that had been holding back all those feelings finally broke. Sirius pulled Remus into a kiss, soft and slow at first, as if they were both afraid that it would disappear if they moved too fast.

But Remus kissed him back with the same intensity, the same yearning that had been there all along, unspoken, buried under layers of doubt and fear.

Sirius had never believed in fate, but he was starting to wonder if, just maybe, he'd been wrong all along.

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Hi jade, I love your work!!

Would you be comfortable writing about reader being chased and what might follow once they're caught 😼 the circumstances are entirely up to you!

I'd love to see Tim and/or Brian, or EJ 🖤

Thank you you're great!!

she a runner she a trackstar 🤩 here u go bb! im a lil insecure abt this one cus i randomly got writers block in the middle? it was so odd but i wanted to finish it so bad so i did. i hope u enjoyyy

Runner (Eyeless Jack X F! Reader)

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𝐂𝐖: 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 ((𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠)) 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑.𝟐𝐤

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢

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The moon hung overhead on the treetops. Its rays shone down on you like a gentle night light in a cozy room. You always took walks at midnight out in the forest every single night, it provided you a moment of silence in the chaos that was your life at the mansion. The relentless fights, screaming and sometimes full blown brawls would break out at random. It was rare to see everyone getting along, and you just needed a break from it. You needed the quiet serenity of the woods. The way the breeze gently grazed your face and your hair flowed along with it, the rustling of the greenery around you, animal steps and slight squeaks of squirrels or birds around you provided the comfort you needed.

The one person who you didn't mind, was Jack. He didn’t bother you, did not stir up any trouble. He was the one to break up the fights if anything, and for some reason you felt some sort of respect for him. The two of you never spoke, never interacted but he knew of you, and you knew of him. Though, despite never having talked, he was always around.. Always lurking around a corner, any time you turned your head he would be there, just silently watching. You didn't mind.. Not one bit. It kept you feeling safe in a way..

Your feet crunched atop the leaves and branches as you kept yourself steady on the path, but you couldn’t help that this time, you felt a pair of eyes on you. It was too often of an occurrence to alarm you though, so you trekked on silently as if you hadn't noticed anything at all. Your focus turned to the sounds around you, trying to distract your growing paranoia that seemed to stubbornly lodge itself in your throat.

That feeling was rare, the paranoia, the impending feeling of danger. You were always vigilant and observant, always scanning for potential signs of trouble, but this time everywhere you looked was completely clear of any indications. It didn't do anything to curb your sense of fear that rose in you with every step.

You came upon a small creek, one you frequently visited for the calming nature of it. You huffed a sigh as you sat with your back against a tree, it helped you feel less vulnerable, less exposed. You adjusted your shoes to fasten against a rock, allowing you to slightly curl into yourself for a little extra false sense of security. You thought about him, he never left your mind entirely, despite every time you would move on, he always came circling back. Jack..

You had memorized his favorite spots to stand, in corners, behind doors, anywhere that it wasn't blatantly obvious he was watching, but you still noticed anyway. How could you not? His tall.. muscular body leaned against a wooden doorframe.. Biceps visible when he would adjust his position. You shook yourself out of daydreaming.

The water trickled next to you on your right, just close enough for you to stick your hand in it, wading absentmindedly now while minnows and moss tickled your fingers. It's cold feeling made you shiver slightly, but it was nothing compared to how your bones nearly leapt out of your skin when you heard a branch crack beside you. It knocked you fully back into reality.

You froze entirely, hand still in the water while your head snapped in the direction of the crack. You analyzed what you remembered of it, its sound was not too far but close enough to raise an alarm that wailed in your brain. It told you to get up, to get out and run back to the mansion, but you were still. You were entirely a statue as your ears scanned once more for any sort of sign. The water, the leaves rustling with the slight wind, but nothing else for a slight moment.

Then, out of your peripheral, a dark figure moved across the treeline. It was fast, so fast it was almost inhumane. You were quick to scramble to your feet while using the tree as a crutch to keep your shaking legs stable. The figure was gone, only for a moment before you noticed it again swiping through, only closer. The size of it was gargantuan, you couldn't give an accurate estimate due to the sheer speed of it, but it scared you enough to immediately start bolting.

The sighting was to your left, so you had no other choice but to cut through the river. Your feet were heavy as they crashed through the waves, shoes filling with water as the splashing wettened your pants and trickled upon your shirt. Your hands were fully waving and thrashing as you had to keep your balance against the strength of the current that threatened to sweep you off your feet.

What happened next fully formed your fear into full blown panic, your feet were swept out from under you, a slippery rock caused your fall plus the currents relentless pressure on your shoes sent you crashing into the river. With a yelp you were head under. The waters deafening splash and jolting chill had your body aching for warmth, you scrambled to hold onto a branch, a rock or something to keep you from further being pulled down the shore but the only thing you could feel was moss covered rocks that slipped from your grasp faster than you could grip.

Your head broke the surface, your back scraped along the sharp rocks below you as you sucked in through your teeth in pain. From afar, you could see a large tree branch sticking out from the side of the shore, you were far away enough to prepare yourself and when you got there, you grabbed it. While hoisting yourself up you swore you saw it again… The figure that loomed from afar. You could see it better this time. It was tall, dark, but no defining features that led you to identifying the person. Nonetheless you started running against the shoreline.

Your body was just too heavy to be able to run properly due to the weight of your drenched clothing, so you shed your jacket, shirt and shoes and kept running towards the direction of the mansion. A pair of footsteps pounded behind you, causing your breath to hitch as you pushed past branches and bushes to hopefully lose it by obstructing your body with the shrubbery.

It was no use, you heard the cracks and rips of the wood and leaves behind you. Whatever this thing was, it was strong, so strong it could tear the thick branches off with a single swipe, all while running as fast as you were. You could only push them aside.

Your lungs burned for air, you were so frightened tears stung your eyes and pooled at the bottom of your lash line. You could feel your feet aching with every stride and your face was now adorned with scratches and bruises from the branches you missed with your haphazard swipes. Your jeans chafed against every part of your legs in a painful rash that started forming, but you had to keep going. There was no room for rest now.

And this thing was gaining on you, fast. You could feel the looming doom hanging over your head, thick and inescapable. You thought surely that this was it. This was the end of everything, and you would never see the light of day again.

It was a mistake to look over your shoulder, because when you did you saw it. Him. A blue mask with black tar like liquid seeping from the eye holes, entirely black outfit with thick boots meant for trekking the wilderness on his feet. He had to have been out here intentionally, whether he was seeking you out, or seeking out some other person. You knew he was actively looking for prey.

You knew who it was now though, at least that much calmed the inner storm of nausea about to take action. Though it still made absolutely no sense as to why he was after you and you specifically. Was he hunting..? Was he in a state of mind where he was so consumed with primal hunger he didn't care who it was that he caught? Or did he just want you..?

Your questions were short lived, unable to be asked once you felt a sudden tug on your hair. He yanked your neck back and your body followed with a thud to the ground. Jack was now above you, silent, brooding, straddling you loosely with his gaze piercing. Even though he had no eyes, it was nonetheless obvious where his attention was, those black sockets held deepness, and intimidating energy that consumed you once you made eye contact.

He knelt above you, and harshly took hold of your hair. He was still so eerily silent you couldn't tell what his intentions were for a moment, but then you remembered when you overheard the others whispering just before you left the mansion to come here, that it was his mating season. Your heart dropped into your stomach, now knowing what was coming.

“Jack- why-“

He just slowly, yet firmly placed a hand over your mouth, a soft, deep “Shhh” filled your ears as he leaned down closer to you. His back arched inward, hovering over you like a beast about to devour its prey. His left hand fisting your hair, his right on the side of your head, and his legs on either side of your knees. Jack was so big he could cover you entirely if someone were to look from above. You felt like a bunny in the clutches of a lion.

The smell of your flesh is what he was consumed by right now, he raised his mask over his nose to where you could see his sharp teeth and chiseled face scarily close to you. A black mass emerged from his mouth, you didn't know what it was until you felt the slick warmth of it lathering saliva over your face while he deeply smelled you. Your spine shivered as a low growl rumbled from his chest, vibrating your ears and making your breath pick up in anticipation.

Your hands shook as they clawed at the ground. The smell of your fear filled his nostrils in a thick cloud that was so dense it could be cut with a knife, that made his hunger ravenous, but he didnt break, not yet.

“You’re frightened” He rumbled.

You just swallowed, the sound of his voice like a bass boosted speaker in your ear as you felt his teeth nibbling on the lobe. “I won't hurt you unless you ask for it, I’ve been watching you closely, and I need— I need to have you. If you don't want it I’ll walk away right now but tell me. Do you want this”

You had known about his slight obsession with you, the way he always seemed to lurk around and observe you. You liked it.. You never spoke to him about it or confronted him for one simple fact. You wanted him as well. You knew though, that he wouldn't be the same as a one night stand with random men like you were used to. You knew this was a feat much larger than you could anticipate, but alas, you couldn't say no to the opportunity ahead. You just nodded in response

“No” He barked “Say it out loud”

“Yes,”

“Why”

You swallowed “I know you’ve been stalking me. I know you’ve been following me for weeks now, you think I can't notice you hovering nearby whenever I’m out of my room back home? You’re always close.”

“Yeah? And what do you think of that?” He kept tracing the outline of your ear with his tongue when he wasn’t speaking.

“I- I like it”

He rumbled, pressing himself against you with a low growl

“Just stay still,” He said. His voice was entirely flat, entirely void of any emotion, any kind of fluctuation or infliction. You froze exactly where you were as he grew rougher with how he touched you. His tongue now slithered its way into your mouth, it was so thick you might as well have had a full cock in your mouth, you could feel your jaw muscles straining with every pump of it.

He growled at the taste of you, his ravenous stature intensified and he took his claws to rip your bra clean off of you. You gasped when the pop of the fabric sounded in your ears, and the cool air against your damp tits made you shiver. A sharp sting filled your senses when you felt a hand slightly slice open your inner thigh. You almost regretted your decision to let him, but the scent of your blood in the open air hit his nose and you now had no time to react.

You found yourself hoisted up by the legs so fast you couldn’t comprehend what exactly happened. You barely were able to process it before his tongue shoved into your cunt, stretching it wide open. You let out a wail as you threw your head against the soil and arched your back. You looked up at him, your legs were over his shoulders and he had taken his mask off completely. Your mouth agape with full blown screams escaping while you saw from ahead of you, four other tongues that slithered their way out of his mouth.

Your eyes widened, only to be met with one tongue on your clit, one inside you and one licking up the blood he had drawn from the scratch. You were reeling with overstimulation already and you hadn't even cum yet, your body shook and convulsed with the pain and pleasure tearing through your core as he pumped, and licked you up like a feast.

The branches and rocks under you cracked as you instinctively tried to push away a little from his aggressive manner, but he yanked you back where you were. You were noisy, and painfully pathetic under him as he devoured you.

Your blood was fuel to the fire, it wasn't enough to just taste your gummy walls, he had to taste all of you. He shoved his tongue in so far into you, his teeth were now resting on your puffed lips. You could see he was resisting somehow, you hated it. The way his hands were digging holes into your ass as he held you up, the way his eyebrows knitted together in restraint.

“Jack— please—please—” You couldn't even talk, you couldn't get out what you wanted to say in the slightest but somehow he knew, and that's when he broke.

He chomped down on your cunt, teeth piercing just the lips as you let out a wailing cry, his tongue was still in you, vigorously pumping in and out but when the blood hit his tongue, he ripped himself off of you, and flipped you onto your stomach. He took a claw and pierced your shoulder, pulling you back up to where your back met his chest, and without warning, or even noticing that he had taken his cock out of his pants, you felt an unexpected thrust of pure thick muscle tear your pussy open.

“Yeah.. Ohh- oh- god-“ He let his head roll back, taking your soft insides all encasing his dick in slick.

You gasped so loud it was basically a shriek, and you exhaled with a loud scream as he held you in place and started thrusting into you. It was so much, too much to handle, but you couldn't help but feel euphoric all the same with his absolutely monstrous dick literally ripping your body in half.

You didn't know it but blood was dripping out of you, lathering his cock in a way that acted almost like lube as his thrusts grew harder. The tongues were absolutely nothing in comparison to this, you could handle the tongues but this. This was something entirely out of your realm of expectations.

The sting of your shoulder intensified when he ripped his claw out of it and held your jaw in his hands. Your knees were hovering over the ground as his thrust knocked the air out of you, knocking involuntarily cries, screams and pained moans out of you. They weren't fast, but oh so incredibly hard. You felt your clit throbbing while his thrusts never faltered, slowened or softened. He was in a pure vitriolic state of predatory hunger.

“Fuck—“ He rumbled into your ear before licking down your neck, and piercing his teeth through your shoulder. You gasped when he began tearing a small piece of your flesh off, swallowing it whole. You heard him groan your name, and pick up his thrusting pace while sticking his teeth back in you after he savored that bite. Your little whimpers and cries made him so feral he was now fully biting your skin, jaw digging his teeth into your flesh with thrusts gently knocking them out and back in over and over.

He looked absolutely animalistic, you could see his ruffled brown hair in your peripheral, his eyebrows raised and sockets wide. It made you melt, seeing him need you so badly like this. You were clawing at his arms, one wrapped around your waist and one holding your jaw like he was afraid of you running. Your nails dug into him so hard you worried you were the one who was injuring him, but to him it was nothing more than a bee sting.

You heard his growls grow into errading snarling, he pulled his teeth out and whispered to you “Look at you, I knew you could take it” He licked your ear, leaning to bite it and sink his teeth in, he took a chunk and swallowed. The pain was overwhelming you, but before you could ask him for any sort of relief, you found yourself shoved to the ground again. Your stomach hit the soil, and you yelped with the air that knocked out of you.

The sting of his claws running down your back was all you could feel aside from his cock ramming into your pussy. You could feel your vision fading in and out from the bombardment of your senses.

“J-Jack”

He smacked your ass, other hand lodged into your back “Shut up” He barked as you suddenly felt your core tighten. “Oh god-“ he said “You’re so fucking tight- Ohh fuck” he smacked your ass again and out of nowhere, you came. A sudden rush of fiery pleasure ripped through your abdomen so intense you were whining, convulsing under him, and pussy squeezing around his cock.

You could hear his growls and groans rapidly growing louder. He almost laughed from how good you felt, almost like he was in disbelief entirely. “What the fuck—“ he growled through gritted teeth as pushed into you one final time, you felt your cunt become filled up by hot, thick cum that made your chilled skin feel just a bit warm. You were shaking, still coming down from your orgasm when you felt him pull out. Your hole was gaping, and you felt the air circling inside you when your cunt had been emptied.

He was heaving for air like a dog in the heat, he circled you after putting his dick back in his pants, and knelt in front of your face, “Worth it..?”

You couldn't speak, you could only let out a weak squeak as your brainless body tried to help itself up.

“I take that as a yes”

[clouds-of-wings]

My BTS bias is RM, btw. Just so you know.

My sister says he's the one who came up with the Carl Jung concept, so I guess it fits my interests anyway.

[b6d11f]

at my best, I'm a sacrificial lamb at my best, I am something you could handle

[ch1zzie]

Please list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals, followers and all the wonderful people on here! Hope you've been having a wonderful new year so far ^^

Ooo, 5 things that make me happy are

Welcome home

My friends

People who are nice to me

Fun colorful things

And other things that I like to watch/play/draw!

There's many things that make me happy...way to much to list, I'm usually happy a lot! But anyway, I hope your year is going wonderful as well!

Also

EEEEEEE YOUR ART IS SO AWESOME

AAAAA

Julies for u

[killjoy-prince]

Birthmas manga and merch haul

[fujouppy]

watched whitepine 1. i think i want to gather all my thoughts on part 1 before moving on to the next installments but oh wow im excited to see where this story goes

[fappellmoan]

obsessed w my friend. i named her jackie i think forever ago lolol one of the film girlz. anyway her not letting sam get a word in last night when we had to record a little podcast together for a project. he was sooooooooooo mad

[rindomness]

ok rin being mentally ill about the doodler compilation because @banyanas kidnapped me and made me listen to another dnd podcast and i got attached . theres a cut somewhere bc its long i got really attached to this thing. also i did cut a fair amount of incoherent screaming out bc image limit but please know that there's a significant amount of incoherent screaming and i wanted to include my doodle & normal thoughts