#and you shine the Lord's Kindness so brightly and I feel the warmth of His Love with you. <3< /div>
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pinestripe37 · 5 days ago
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This feels like such a Christian post!
Jesus calls us to be the Lights of the World (Matthew 5:14) with Him who is the Light of the World...
And because God made us all unique and He's given us all a unique calling, with diverse Gifts from the Holy Spirit.. we're all called to shine Christ's Light in different ways, according to His Will.
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steel-and-fire · 1 year ago
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"Igris'Ir....I do not wish you to become my follower.", the goddess of the Sun spoke, in a comforting yet powerful voice.
"I did not save you because i wanted you to follow my commands, or live by my beliefs. What i did, was help you breath."
She could read in his face the question that was about to come, and so she answered before it was spoken.
"Because you live by my beliefs already. Honesty, Redemption, and Justice. I knew, that a man like you, would wither under the commands of a lord, a king, or even a God. And, since we both loath lies and hypocrisy...Yes, it's also because it is a waste to let a powerful being like you wither or die, Igris'Ir. This is not a kindness that is extended to anyone. You are strong, and you can make a difference."
For the first time, Igris'Ir felt...liberated. And...in these words, he felt his trust for her build a lot more than before. He lowered his arms, little gasps leaving his lips.
Yes, it was because he was strong. He wasn't chosen by some destiny. But by his own efforts, and the path he carved, he had caught her attention.
That...he could live with. That, in time, he could come to accept. But not just yet...
"So...what now? What do you want me to do then?"
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"Live! Your light is brighter than any, scorching, burning, yet warm. Share it with the world, let them witness the sun in your eyes. With your life, earn back your own will...You're already doing so, once again..It is because i believe in what you can accomplish, when free and unchained, that i reached for you."
The warrior's smile widened, and he closed his eyes.
"So, i just gotta live? And do good, as i intend to?"
"Indeed."
"....Will we ever meet again?"
"Not like this, not soon. This is the limit, exhausted. But...every time you feel the Sun's warmth on you, and you gaze at it, our eyes will."
"I can live with that....Thank you. I will never forget your kindness."
"Shine brightly, Igris'Ir..Let the mark on your back remind you of who you are, in the darkest moments..."
The light became blidning, and his eyes opened awake, the morning sun greeting him as he sat up on his bed, a warm smile on his lips.
"Good morning to you too.."
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danger-noodle-uwu · 4 years ago
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This is a pretty graphic idea I had but I understand if you don’t want to do it or find it too triggering.
I want to request hc’s of the Brothers + Datables (but if you do the Brothers and Datables separately than just the Brothers please) reacting to MC being summoned but MC’s covered in blood and holding a weapon like a bat or knife, because they massacred their abusive family and they don’t feel bad about it at all. Mc’s pretty emotionally hollow and they don’t show much reaction or fear to dangerous situations either since the Bros do start off threatening and rude but they relate to Mammon since he’s emotionally abused by his Bros and physically punished by Lucifer.
This is only if you feel comfy doing it and I apologize if I broke the rules and making you find it very triggering and disturbing
Trigger warning!
Mentions of blood/murder/abuse
Do not proceed if sensitive
Lucifer
At the summoning part, Lucifer would be merely worried about what type of student has diavolo choosen, pitying his taste. Though he was but a demon, weary and skittish around you.
The Avatar of pride scared of mere human?
(Though he kinda was)
Blood being spilled on the floor was common in devildom yet he was unfazed.
But now, things are different and he can't help to worry about how this weak creature will influence on his brothers.
the fallen-morningstar tried to keep you away from the entire of his brothers including himself.
He also made sure that never was anything that could be used as a potential weapon surround you.
Often the man would receive rather harsh words from you and get somewhat hurt. Yet , not a single cry reach your ears.
(Que enemies to lovers dynamic)
When the pair started dating, the raven-haired demon had already known the past and what it once held for mc...
Oh how much he wishes, he helped you instead of interrogating every movement, to regain the 'you' that your parents killed. So, he will find a solution. To find those rascals in the realm of spirits or demons and put them once again at your mercy.
Prepare yourself Mc. For a whole month of pampering and love as he will never dare repeat the mistake he made.
Mammon
As the story is, Mammon didn't encounter you first but only heard melody of your voice.
The first meet was unforgettable, he was petrified to see the blood dripping off your slender bruised figure.
One thought that he was scared however, No he was anything but scared. He had thought you were the one hurt like--you know h-how Lucifer hurts him.
He rushed towards you but was stopped by the eldest saying " They aren't hurt." And this was the first person tried who befriend you.
When your words were sweetly aimed at him and just HIM. He'd feel his heart beat racing like crazy which made him believe he thought you found him special.
He was never honest with anyone, until you showed up. His biggest fear was snapping because of the mean comments his brothers pass and you had probably done something similar.
He wanted to know. Though dense he may seem, he hoped you'd tell him.
Was it scary? Do you feared this before? Is it still scary? Do you feel emotions after this?
Yet he never asked...
When the greedy Boi and mc started dating, they told everything about their condition. Of how they snapped.
He was the most understanding of his brothers and promised to never let another one harm you. Not even you.
He loved even more since that day. Not to mention 1323433454455686 'I love you's per day.
Leviathan
Blabbering lord knows what, Leviathan had stepped out of his room even if that was to scold mammon and get his money back.
He obviously knew about the exchange program but what he didn't know was that bloody murderer would be part of it!!!
He wasn't moving when he saw the numb expression you wore and the bloody knife you had held.
Inside, he was scared shitless but he didn't know how to show it.
A mere-human had terrified The great admiral of hell's navy. What shame he was.
"Oi cut it out!" Yelled the scummy yet kind demon protectively moving between the two.
In the beginning, he felt unsafe only by your gaze and refusing to make eye contact.
And then, a good day to exit to his room. The true reason being the pearly raindrops that had littered the gardens of HOL.
He saw you... soaking wet smiling and hurting... shining brightly though it felt dim.
That day. That dammed day. He found out who truly were. A beautiful person who was just hurting and breaking.
Since then, he has been a mix of a nagging mother but also shy as if a touch-me-not.
Dating him was heavenly, he wasn't shy with touch yet words were a whole another thing to him.
He always left 'Love you's in the chats and reminders on your phone that were just a bunch of 'eat healthy' 'stay safe', etc.
And this was certain that his love will never end.
Satan
Snatching the bat from your hands, the blonde-man threatened to kill you with your own weapon if you dared to move.
And that's exactly what you wanted... to die... to end the suffering...
And he saw it.
Saw how horribly you were hurting, he knew what it felt however, he couldn't lose his composure not in front of his brothers.
Wrath is a storm which is followed by pain. He knew this. Same in your case except pain knocked the doors first.
He knew it was too early for asking. So, he kept his mouth shut. Not wishing to hurt you any further though he didn't know why he felt this way.
When you finally finished your 2nd month in your new home, things had changed as the Avatar of wrath often talked to you not about how bloody you arrived or you had killed but are you okay now?
His words were soft. So sweet.
Each time he would offer you his shoulder to cry on, you would feel your heart slowly warm up. Slightly more each-time.
Soon enough you started dating the green-eyed pact demon of yours, recalling the long lost feeling of warmth and love.
The knowledgeable one loved to show physical affection especially in front of his brothers.
Oh~ the smell of their burning envy, when he kissed the nape of your neck and complimented you.
Post-its were his favorite though.
He would often write 'Love you, kitten' 'take break,love' 'you look amazing today',etc.
Asmodues
He yelped when he saw a bloodied figure emerge from the purple haze. Are they okay?
He was concerned only till a knife was spotted next your seemingly heartless figure. Now, he was somewhat hiding behind satan in disgusted yet anxious way.
You gaze deeply disturbed him to an extent he even had nightmares of you ripping him open with same knife and had that soul-less expression.
He much like Leviathan refused to see you after the encounter but what was different, was the course of events...
He saw you arguing with Lucifer, for you refused let him hurt Mammon who curled behind you.
Asmo felt pity for you as he knew the outcome of an argument with the eldest.
"Lucifer don't hurt him, please. He already has enough bruises" Asmo says giving his sweet brother Luci the puppy eyes, hoping they would work. (Yeah they didn't)
But nonetheless Luci~ still backed out and left the hallway.
You rush for the poor injured demon, he is crying while thanking you for the save.
And there for one moment, The lustful blond saw emotion in those glassy eyes of yours. It was beautiful and aching at the same time.
Making him greedy for more...
Later the very same day, he approached you finally asking the questions his head was haunted by.
What was weird? He didn't blame you for breaking instead he complimented you for being a survivor of such harsh tortures.
Accepting his confession was the best thing you ever did.
He is open with affection especially when you both are in public to show he is yours. You are his. You belong together.
for his hunger to see those pretty eyes shine with joy is endless, he makes Mc smile with happiness and love
Beelzebub
Famished as always was the sixth born. Especially after smelling human blood.
Little did he know the blood of the now dead parents of mc, the exchange student.
He wasn't even fazed unlike his brothers. He couldn't care any less than he did nor about the blood neither about the weapon clutched in your hands.
Even if you passed insults, he wouldn't mind. Sometimes, he asks why you dislike him? And is fine even if the answer is illogical. (Don't fuckin hate him)
Numb eyes. Tears flowing freely. Cuts. Bruises. Hurting. Dying inside.
The glutton wipes the sweat off his forehead remembering the condition of yours in that horrendous nightmare.
You looked awfully similar to belphi when- when s-she died. He blamed himself and hurt himself for being so useless. Just like you do.
And then realization hits--
YOU ARE HURTING!!
He now knew why your rude words didn't hurt him because you were like belphegor trying to protect your fragile heart.
Why you look numb? because you're trying to hide the pain. Push people away so you don't get hurt when they go away.
The following day, you were gently woken by the huge teddy bear. He held a hand out for you before taking you to his room for the special breakfast.
You teared upon the sight instantly realizing that he recognized your suffering. He apologized for not noticing earlier and from now, he will be there for you.
Never in the three realms did he think he'd fall for you? Maybe he had all along just didn't notice....
Once you begin dating the orange-head, he was ecstasic and cheerful all the time. Encouraging words followed you everywhere.
He would often eat the entire fridge out. So as apology, a cupcake with sorry written on it was placed on the kitchen counter. Other days, when he won't go such extreme, carrot chips or a poison apple etc. Waited for you.
Beely is the opposite of possessive. Protective. He is Protective and supports you through the ups and downs in life. He was your true savior. A savior who never judged you for your past.
His Love is the sky, you learned to fly in.
Belphegor
He had heard the tale of how the human exchange student had shown up covered in blood with a bat in hand.
Never did he believe that it was true until seeing the monotone figure of them.
The way they spoke made them like Lucifer. Emotionless. Heartless. Ruthless. Monster.
He wanted to strangle them on spot but he was stuck within the confines of the attic.
The sloth couldn't help passing comment making mc slowly reveal the aching heart of their own-self.
Expression faultered and he saw it--No, no more like felt it. The way their tears were swallowed. The way their voice turned monotone once again to cover what had already been seen.
However, the seventh born didn't say a word, he just showed affection through body language as they couldn't touch each other yet.
After he was free from the prison of an attic, he ran to you. His star. The one that guided him out to freedom.
It felt weird dating the lazy demon. Afterall, he was doing nothing other than shoving compliments in your face and dozing off here and there.
Few months pass and things become smoother than how they were.
Now, he always compliments you but softly and sweetly. Always willing to listen to whatever you wanna rant about.
"You are my true love, Mc. The star that guides to where I belong when I'm lost."
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Welp! That was long as hell. Anyway, thank you for the request. It kinda feels like you and my sister share the same brain cell cuz she said the same thing but like- mc ate their organs and more messy. God I hope you like it...
Good day!
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amistytown · 3 years ago
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When I took hurt/comfort prompt requests, I imagined they would be 100 words at most. This one is over 2000 lol. The first half is TSL themed based on Leviathan’s dialogue here, and the second is your typical Leviathan and MC. I know I get a bit wordy, but that’s something I plan to work on. As always, I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors that may have gone unnoticed. Trigger warning for mentions of blood and violence. Thank you to those who take the time to read my work; it’s greatly appreciated! Also a special thank you to @luminari-mc​ for looking it over and providing feedback ♄
The rage of betrayal courses through his veins, heart crashing against his ribcage with each frenzied swing of his sword as his eldest brother’s words ring in his ears. They silence your own, the Lord of Shadow refusing to fall for your lies despite how sweet they sound, certain he’ll drown if he dares to listen. Even now he struggles to stay afloat, your panicked gaze washing over him and threatening to drag him under. The pain is unbearable, and he sinks further into despair, hating how pathetic and miserable you look, stare pleading as he drives his blade forward. You deceived him, and although he longs for the warmth of your friendship, he knows he’s a fool for believing you cared for him—a disgusting reclusive lord who is undeserving of your love.
Blood blossoms beneath the edge of his sword, staining the steel a violent shade of red. The sight sickens him, breath catching in his throat but apologies dying on the tip of his tongue as he strengthens his resolve, grip tightening around the hilt before his guard slips entirely. Yet he waits, granting you a moment of reprieve. Your eyes never leave him, and he swears they bore into his very soul. The same eyes that haunt his dreams, and he finds himself lost in the beauty of them, recalling how they light up when you glance in his direction—did he imagine they burned so brightly for him, stupidly thinking it a possibility, still wanting it to be true . . . your sword clatters at your feet as you toss it aside, and his head is swimming—heart aching—body heavy while he descends into the deepest recesses of the turbulent ocean of his psyche.
“A-are you out of your mind?” he gasps, brows furrowed in indignation.
However, you smile, small and sad, but lovely, nonetheless. “I believe in—”
“No!” he yells, certain what you say next will break him, and he’s already on the verge of tears, trying to convince himself your kindness is nothing more than a cruel trick. “Not another word!”
Another frantic swipe of his sword sends you to the ground, the sickening crack of your bones making him clench his teeth. He watches you cradle your wrist to your chest, helplessly laying in front of him with that god forsaken expression on your face—scared but heartbroken—mirroring his own. How easily he could strike the finishing blow, extinguishing your light within seconds, and his world along with it; the mere thought nauseates him—his worst nightmare a reality. You, who foolishly left yourself defenseless and at his mercy—who naively trusts him while the point of his blade rests on the exposed skin of your neck—a thin line between life and death, and he holds that power within his hands.
From above, his brother observes the battle with a smirk on his lips. The Lord of Shadow can see him through the long ornate windows of the castle, the eldest’s dark figure seeming to glow in the faint light of the moon, pride shining in his eyes and urging him to end it once and for all.
Tears wet your cheeks, tugging at his heartstrings. Do you cry in fear, regretting crossing blades with him as you mourn your short insignificant human life? Or do you cry for him, your friendship, feeling the same emptiness it leaves in its absence? Clearly, he remembers every second spent together, your genuine interest in him and the way you humor him, taking time to learn about his interests and comforting him in his darkest hours; truly believing in him more than he does himself, your confidence in him encouraging him to do better—to be better. Are you capable of the deceit his brother warned him about, your actions driven by greed and done out of spite, a trap he blindly walked into under the sway of your affections? Why surrender yourself to him, otherwise? The Lord of Corruption is family, practically raised him, and you’re an outsider, beneath him in both name and status, but you’re his friend. The truest friend he’s ever known.
Surely, he’s the fool, allowing himself to admit defeat for the sake of love as he sheaths his sword to kneel at your side. Carefully, he eases you up into his arms, his pitiful human covered in sweat, blood, and tears, and he wonders if you’ll ever forgive him. He’ll do anything to right his wrongs if it means you’ll show him an ounce of the kindness you did before, wishing he listened to his heart instead of his envy—his brother fanning the flames by slandering your name and tarnishing your honor.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, overtaken by grief. “I never meant to hurt you.”
“I know,” you soothe, wiping away his tears as they finally fall, and he chokes on a sob at your warm touch and compassion. “I believe in you.”
“Stop.” You’re hurt, and he’s to blame. He appreciates how big and kind your heart is, but you need to be loved now more than ever, and he’ll prove to you his love for you is real, no longer a slave to his fears. “Let me take care of things for once, all right?” Unclasping his cloak, he wraps it around your shoulders, mindful of your injuries, and pulls you close, a trembling hand coming to rest on your tearstained cheek in a gentle caress. A part of him is afraid to hold you, worried you’ll shatter under his fingertips, but you lean into his embrace, crying into the nape of his neck, an unforgettable sound that chills him to the bone.
“I never stopped believing in you,” you sniffle. “I know you. My Lord of Shadow. My truest friend.”
“And you mine,” he says with conviction, in awe of your unwavering faith in him. “The truest in all the realms.” Glancing up at the seething form of his brother, he glowers back in defiance, unafraid to challenge the Lord of Corruption with you in his arms. “I swear on my life I’ll protect you.” Protect you from himself, his brothers, and the rest of the world if necessary—you’re his and he’s yours, and he hates himself for letting anyone or anything come between you, risking the best thing that’s happened to him in his long life; you made the journey here worthwhile. “You have my word.”
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Awaking with a start, Leviathan finds himself in his gaming chair, sweaty and dazed while an episode of The Tale of the Seven Lords plays in the background. Staring at the screen, he pieces together the remnants of his dream, disoriented by how real you looked and felt, so sad and fragile curled against his chest. Unshed tears cloud his vision, memories of the day flashing before his eyes—the ache of his heart when you stormed out of his room, the pained expression on your face before you turned your back on him, and the angry slam of his door as he shut it behind you, seeking solace in his favorite games and anime, but even Ruri-chan failed to bring him the comfort he so desperately sought after. He yearns for you, your company, and your smile that rids him of his doubts—his Henry whose light dispels the shadows that fight to consume him.
Glancing at his D.D.D. his anxiety intensifies, nearly crushing him, when he sees the notifications; your text messages left unread in his despair. If you didn’t hate him then, you certainly hate him now, and his poor heart can’t bear the possibility, stomach churning in unease. Henry forgave the Lord of Shadow, but can you forgive him? Impossible, he tells himself, but his gaze drifts over the last text you sent, igniting a spark of hope within him. He reads and then rereads your words, they’re not angry or hateful, signed with an I love you, so simple and straightforward, yet his cheeks grow far too hot, and he’s afraid he’ll faint from excitement alone. The avatar of envy needs to see you—talk to you—even if it’s after 4 o’ clock in the morning, and he’s beyond nervous, legs unsteady as he approaches the door. He can’t afford to lose you to his insecurities, surrendering to his sin and wallowing in his misery; you, your relationship, is much greater—his human so precious he could cry.
The light of his room streams into the hall, illuminating you, eyes wide and shining when he opens the door, your hand poised to knock. Is he dreaming? He worries you’ll vanish if he looks away, body moving on its own accord as he throws his arms around you, and he summons the courage of the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy to hold you tightly against him, burying his face into your shoulder. His skin burns where your hands rest on his waist, and he inhales sharply at your touch, breathing in your scent—familiar and comforting.
“I’m sorry,” you stammer, your breath sending a shiver down his spine. “Levi—”
“No!” His tail snakes around you eagerly, horns brushing your cheek as they manifest, and demonic aura charging the atmosphere in response to the intensity of his emotions. “I’m sorry,” he sighs. “I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you.” You didn’t cross blades like the Lord of Shadow and Henry but arguing with you wounded him greatly and he’s willing to show you exactly how sorry he is—how special you are to him—striving to overcome his weaknesses to be the demon you can depend on, deserving of your love and friendship. “Let me take care of things for once, all right?” All too often you console him, stroking his head while he cries about the games he’s lost and merchandise that sold out, or the nights he breaks down and you help him see the good himself, always highlighting his strengths and loving him regardless of his flaws.
“I love you, you know,” he whispers, blush deepening. “You make me so happy I could cry.” His hand instinctively shields his face from view, heat creeping down his neck and chest, which constricts at your smile, stealing his breath away.
You take his hand in yours, threading your fingers together. “I love you, too,” you say, his heart pounding in reply, and it almost stops the second you kiss him, brain short-circuiting at the softness of your lips and the taste of your love.
“A-am I dreaming?” he stammers.
“No,” you reassure, squeezing his hand. “I promise.”
“C-can I . . .” He swallows thickly, averting his gaze. “Can I kiss you again?”
“Of course.”
A trembling hand traces your jawline, slowly tilting your head toward the light, and he catches a glimpse of himself in your eyes, which stare at him in undeniable adoration. It’s crazy, he thinks, completely bewildered by you—a human—who arrived in the Devildom only to capture his heart, bringing him a happiness he considered long out of his reach. Yet here you stand, melting into his kiss and reciprocating his affections. He’s inexperienced, kiss sloppy and awkward, but his feelings are true, the flush of color on your cheeks enough to placate his fears. The kiss lasts seconds; to him it’s a lifetime, and he believes he might die before you part ways.
“I missed you.” His voice is low, shaky, barely there at all. “What’s the point of watching the latest anime or playing the newest game if my player 2 isn’t beside me? It hasn’t even been a full day, and you’ve already missed so much,” he practically whines, the time apart torturous. “I want to make it up to you . . .”
Though you smile, listening to him intently, you’re unable to hide the yawn betraying your exhaustion and reminding him what hour it is; he can go days without sleep, but his human needs plenty of rest. He promised to take care of you, and it’s a promise he’ll keep.
“Tired you are, time for sleep it is,” he concedes, and you groan, hugging him even tighter.
“Can I stay?” you ask sheepishly. “I missed you, too.”
“No, no way!” he exclaims on impulse, possibly waking the entire House of Lamentation. You want to stay with him—in his room—sleeping beside him in his cramped tub? Taking a minute to register exactly what you said, he hastily backpedals in case you change your mind. “I’m sorry. I mean, yes. Yes, you can stay. I-I want you to stay.”
Inside his room The Tale of the Seven Lords still plays, and he fondly remembers the hours you poured into the series, watching and rewatching every episode—bonding through the story and its characters.
“TSL,” you hum as he switches off the tv, cutting off the unmistakable theme song and dowsing his room in shadow. “This reminds me of—”
“The time the Lord of Shadow and Henry had a falling out, but Henry found it in his heart to forgive the Lord of Shadow? Fortunately, it was a simple misunderstanding, though the Lord of Shadow couldn’t help fearing the worst because why would someone as awesome as Henry want to keep a brooding reclusive lord around . . .”
“But Henry knows the Lord of Shadow better than anyone,” you continue. “He doesn’t doubt the Lord of Shadow for a second, believing in him even when he can’t believe in himself. Henry trusts him until the end because they’re—”
“True friends!” he cries, eyes gleaming.
“Exactly.” Climbing into his tub, you gently encourage him to join you with another beautiful smile, making him weak in the knees and heart skip a beat. “I never stopped believing in you either. I know you. My Lord of Shadow. My truest friend.”
“And you’re mine,” he breathes. “M-my Henry.”
Beneath the blankets his tail wraps affectionately around your waist, drawing you close, and you lay your head upon his chest, running your fingers through his hair. Sleep overtakes you quickly, Leviathan calmed by the steady rhythm of your heart, and the warmth of your body and soul. You’re his by choice, giving yourself to him without hesitance, and he’s yours, hopelessly in love with the normie laying in his arms. In the darkness he sees the traces of your pain, hollowed eyes and the tears staining your face, and he wishes he could turn back time to save you from himself. Your compassion and understanding are a blessing, inspiring him to be the best demon he can be for the both of you. The moment he met you he regarded you coldly, unfair in his judgements, and he’s grateful you proved him wrong, taking a chance that brought you together.
“Goodnight,” he murmurs, glad it’s you in his embrace, your peaceful expression so wonderful he never wants to look away. “I love you.”
You may be a normie, but you’ll always be his true friend.
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donutloverxo · 4 years ago
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Note - this is a sequel to first night but can be read as a stand alone as well. Sorry for the months of delay. These maybe my words but my dear friend lizzygal(on ao3) helped me a lot! Couldn't have done it without her.
Beautiful dividers by @firefly-graphics.
Summary - Steve recruits his brothers help in knocking you up.
Warnings - 18+ only please, dub con, so much smut, soft dark!Steve and Bucky, Bucky is Steve's half brother, mentions of period sex, mfm threesome, some analplay, breeding kink, homophobia/sexism (cause it's medieval times).
Pairing - King!Steve x reader, Steve x reader x Bucky, Bucky x reader.
Word count - 5.8k
Masterlist is linked in the bio!
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“Steven,” you hummed next to his ear, his name smoothly rolling off your tongue. He never gave you the permission to call him that but you were his wife and soon-to-be queen, who would dare stop you?
He quirked a brow, looking up from the book he was reading to you, his blonde hair shining so brightly in the sunlight, the blue in his eyes even more prominent. “What do you want, my love?” he asked. Touching your lower lip with his thumb, pulling it down a bit just for his own amusement.
He had suggested a picnic with you to be more romantic. As you had demanded for him to be. It was his own fault, as much as he loved taking you apart and putting you back together every single night that wouldn’t be enough for a women. His late mother had taught better.
Never hit a woman. Always protect her and provide for her. Never force yourself on your wife.
He knew better than to even look at a woman the wrong way. He was well aware of his fathers philandering ways, how he had more than a few bastards, and the bruises his mother worked so hard to covered up.
Even though his half-brother Bucky was a product of an affair, his mother took him in and treated him as her own. Bucky had saved his life more times than he could count.
Looking at your pretty face now, he knew he could never do anything to hurt you. He loved you far too much, even though he had yet to tell you that. He knew for sure that anyone who dared hurt you would die a gruesome death by his hands.
“Would you like to play a game? I’m bored of reading.” you whined, pouting your bottom lip as his thumb stroked your chin.
You had been married to the king for over two months now and things couldn’t be better. You were sure he’d be cruel towards you, what with the way he treated you on your wedding night. But... apparently that was just a part of coupling. He only ever acted like that in bed.
He refused to let you have your own room. A king and queen sharing chambers was unheard of. At first, you weren’t sure what to make of it. He had given you the excuse of wanting a son as soon as possible and that there was no way he could keep his hands off of you.
“Sure,” he closed the book keeping it aside, “What would you like to play?”
“Well, I used to play tag with my sisters. So... um... I run and you chase after me, if you’re able to catch me then I run after you,” your eyes lit up. You hadn’t had a moment to breath or have childish fun in weeks with your wifely duties, which we’re too fun to be called ‘duties', and your duties as the future queen.
He shook his head, caressing your face “Can you run? You’re so clumsy, princess, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” he teased. He had tried to teach you how to ride a horse but you seemed to have no sense of balance.
You puffed your cheeks, “I won’t.”
“You drive a hard bargain,” he laughed “What do I get if I catch you?”
“What would you like?” you blinked.
He hummed in thought, he could ask you what he really wanted. But it’d scare off a good girl like you. He’d have to train you and discipline you some more. You were still shy and inexperienced. It’d take time and he was more than willing to wait.
“I want a lot of things... but right now I’ll settle for a kiss,” he smiled.
“Just a kiss,” you giggled “deal,” you shook his hand on it before getting up and fixing your skirts.
“I’ll give some time to get far enough. It’s no fun if I catch you in a moment and win,” he smirked.
“We’ll see,” you hollered over your shoulder, already on your feet, running as fast as you could.
You ran for the woods near the palace, towards the small waterfall you loved so much.
Laughing in mirth, with the soft summer breeze in your face, you couldn’t bring yourself to care about mudding your skirts. You craned your neck to see if he was following you, sticking your tongue out to him, “You’ll never catch me.”
He frowned at that. He was running at a much slower pace, just to let you have your fun but he wasn’t about to let you get away with being so cheeky. It would set a bad precedent. Increasing his pace, he circled a hand around your waist, sweeping you off your feet and in the air, “What was that, princess?” he whispered huskily in your ear.
“Oh,” you shivered, squirming in his hold “It’s not fair! You’re a warrior, of course you’d be more athletic than me.”
“Now, don’t be a sore loser,” He pressed his lips to your cheek. “You’re only as good as your word,” he said putting you back down on your feet as you turned around to face him.
“Fine,” you grumbled, standing up on your toes and puckering your lips to kiss him.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, stopping you.
“Kissing you?” you frowned.
“You promised a kiss. But we didn’t decide on where it would be.”
“Where do you want it?” you tilted your head, frowning in confusion.
He took a hold of your wrist, bringing your hand down to his crotch to make you feel his arousal. His chasing after you as if you’re his prey, had done something to him.
You gasped, “No! My king, not here.” you shook your head. You had only pleasured him with your mouth a few times, it was hard work but worth it to see make him feel good and seemed to work you up for some reason as well.
“You’re denying your king?” you shook your head again, “Get on with it before someone comes and sees us. It would be a scandal,” he rushed you, working on freeing his erection.
“I - ” you gulped. You had no other choice.
“Your grace!” you both whipped your head as you heard someone calling. “Your grace,” Peter came running through the bushes.
“What’s wrong?” Steve fixed his pants before walking towards the boy.
“We’ve just received word. The enemy has seized the fort in queens.” he heaved “and - and they’re terrorizing the villages. They killed the Lord and his family.”
Steve processed the new information. This was bad. As good as he was at fighting a war he’d never want to willingly do it. Not unless it was a last resort. It caused too much death and misery.
He had married you just to avoid one with your kingdom, hoping to make a firm, or a good enough, alliance instead. It was a blessing in disguise really.
“Alright. Get the troops ready. We’ll leave at first light. And send for Lord Barnes,” he instructed.
“My king,” he heard your trembling voice looking behind to see you so scared, hugging yourself to make yourself small, “Are you leaving as well?” you wanted to know.
“You know I have to, petal,” he replied pulling you flush against his chest. He nuzzled his nose in your hair “You have to take care of the kingdom while I’m gone.”
“But I don’t know anything.” you sniffled.
“You’re much stronger than you think,” he swayed you both to calm you, “ and on’t you worry. I’m leaving Bucky behind. He’ll guide you.”
“No,” you pulled away to look at his face “you said that he’s your sergeant. Don’t you need him?”
“I need the kingdom to be safe, too. Sweetheart, I know what I’m doing.” He said kissing your knuckles.
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You twisted and turned in your bed. Missing the warmth your husband provided you with. But he had been gone for over a month. You had to post pone your coronation and your visit to your parents.
You drowned yourself in the courts activities everyday, hoping to keep your mind off of things. If anything happened to your husband, you couldn’t bear it.
You were surrounded by people everyday, who seemed kind but you had never felt so lonely. They were only kind to you because they were scared of you. They didn’t really know you.
And you didn’t know anyone there, except for James. While you had developed a friendship with him he was often busy with his duties.
You gave up on sleep. Putting a robe on to cover yourself, you made your way to James' chambers with your guards following you.
With the king being gone and you visiting his brother in the middle of the night - you knew it wouldn’t look good. You couldn’t think about that right now. You needed to speak to James. To confess your anxieties, to have him reassure you.
You didn’t bother to knock, you nudged the door open. You blinked, rubbing your eyes just to make sure you weren’t seeing things. A woman was straddling his waist, bouncing up and down on his cock, you didn’t even know women could be on top, another was... sitting... on his face? Why would she do that? Wouldn’t that suffocate him?
When she threw her head back, moaning wantonly, you understood. Your cheeks heated up as you realised what he was doing. Just like Steven uses his tongue and mouth on you...
“Oh heavens!” the one on his face gasped as the other one stopped her moments, looking at you as her jaw dropped.
“What?” James grumbled.
“It’s the queen,” she winced as they both got off of him, collecting their clothes “I’m sorry, your grace - we’re sorry,” she gave you an apologetic look. Scurrying their way out as James quickly put on his breeches.
“Your grace,” he greeted you. “What brings you here?” he grunted, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
“Who were they?” you asked. You had no idea how or why you felt so betrayed. James was his own person, he was known to be a ladies man, you should’ve expected this.
“They were whores, your grace.” His lips twitched as he suppressed a smirk at the incredulous look on your face. Steve had told him about your naivetĂ©, how it was so adorable and how it strangely turned him on. He seemed to love having you as his wife, that was for sure.
“You’re doing this, while your brother is off fighting a war?” you scoffed.
“It was just a way to clear my mind, princess,” he retorted. “How can I help you?”
“I - ” you couldn’t even think of anything, what would you say? Why were you here anyway. “I miss, Steven,” you said, your bottom lip trembling as tears welled up in your eyes.
“Oh,” he smiled.
You truly were adorable. And while he was happy that his brother had someone who loved him so deeply, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealously. Steve had someone like you. Who loved him for who he was. Who was missing him and waiting for him to come home.
“Steve is very capable. He can take care of himself. Don’t you worry, he’ll be back before you know it,” he promised.
“We haven’t heard from him in days. What if, god forbid, something terrible had happened,” you choked on a sob, hugging yourself you thought of how miserable your life would be without him.
Not just because you’d have to take on an entire kingdom but also because you didn’t know what you would do with yourself without him. If you’d never see his face again... you couldn’t think of anything worse.
“Hey, now,” he was about to reason with you, but you wrapped your hands around his waist, burying your face in his damp chest. “He’ll be back. Have some faith,” he said.
Steve had never been good at sharing. Even as a kid he’d often be vaguely jealous. Since he was much smaller and sicklier than Bucky back then.
Bucky had to be on the receiving end of his simmering rage when he had danced with you at a soiree. It was supposed to be just an innocent dance, but you looked so beautiful, he couldn’t help himself as he flirted and joked and made you laugh.
Only to have Steve kick his ass in sparing the very next day. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t have to. It was as if with every punch and kick he spoke 'don't touch my things.'
Who could he blame him? If he had a wife such as yourself he’d never want to share either.
If Steve were to see this, you hugging him while he was half naked and unchaperoned in his chambers in the middle of the night...
“I should go,” you murmured, looking up at him, his dark hair, much longer than your husbands, sticking to his handsome face.
“We can talk tomorrow. And don’t you worry your pretty little head,” he cupped your delicate face, swiping a thumb across your cheek, “Steve will be back.”
You nodded, walking towards the door, hoping to catch some sleep before you have to wake up for court, but then stopped abruptly.
Looking at him over your shoulder, you shouldn’t... you’re a lady, you’re the queen! You should know better but you had always been a curious girl.
“Can three people... make love at the same time? Is that possible?” your hands clutching your nightgown as if your life depended on it.
He gave you a hearty laugh, running his hand through his hair, “Not just three, many people can make love together. The most I’ve seen is... six.”
You turned to face him, “Six?!” you gasped. “Do men like doing that? Would that mean... would the king want something like this as well?”
“Yes, many men do... if you know how to treat a woman right then she would too. But you don’t have to worry about Steve. He’s never been THAT perverted.”
You hummed, and here you were thinking your husband was the most perverted man alive. “Can... two women make love together?” you had always wanted to know.
“Yes, they can. Two men can as well,” he answered.
“How would that work?” you frowned and then realised how it would, “But sodomy’s a sin!”
“Then I guess I’m going to hell,” he smirked.
“Have you been with a man?”
“Yes, I have. Do you hate me now?” he pouted.
“No,” you shook your head, “I could never hate you. I’ve always felt that was ridiculous. There is no reason for it to be unethical... right?”
“That’s right,” he nodded.
“I won’t tell anyone though. I wouldn’t want anything bad happening to you.”
“That’s kind of you, princess.”
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You faked a wide smile, nodding here and there to make it look like you were listening. You had started a book club with the ladies of the court, just to get your mind off of Steven, who had now been gone for over two months.
He had stopped writing to you, only sending messages to the James and the kings guard now. He had finally defeated the enemy and was on his way home. You couldn’t think of anything else.
“Your grace,” you jerked when you heard your handmaiden whisper in your ear.
Looking over your shoulder, “What is it?”
“His majesty is here,” she grinned, visibly happy for you.
“What?” you got up, “Where is he?”
“He’s in his chambers. We tried to stop him, so he could get a proper welcome but he was much too eager to see you,” she giggled.
“Ladies,” you turned to them, trying to curb your giddiness and act as elegant as you could, “You’ll have to excuse me. Please do continue without me.”
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Steve groaned as he felt his muscles loosen up in the warm water, looking around his chambers for you.
“Where is the queen?” he asked his footman. He had sent for you over an hour ago and his patience was running thin.
“I’ll look into it right away - ”
“My king?” he heard your sweet voice calling for him, “He’s not here...” the partition to the bathtub probably restricting your view of him.
He chuckled at how disappointed you were, “I’m right here, petal,” he called, getting up from the bath as his footman helped him into a robe.
His heart swelled upon finally seeing your pretty face, letting out a shaky exhale, he took you in as the servants excused themselves. He pulled you into his chest, enveloping you in a warm hug. “How’s my queen doing?”
“Lonely without you,” you mumbled, propping your chin on his bare chest so you could look up at him, “You... shaved...” you touched his smooth jaw.
He looked much younger and different without his thick masculine beard. Not as rugged as he used to, just as handsome but in a boyish way.
“Yes, I did,” he kissed your palm, “Do you like it?” he asked as you nodded. He had only done it for you. He hadn’t been able to take proper care of it when he was away and he wanted to look presentable for you. “I’m sorry you were lonely, my love. I was too, more than you could ever imagine. All I thought about was you.”
“Do you promise to never leave me for so long again?”
“I’ll never leave you. I don’t think my poor heart could bear it. You’ve turned me soft.”
“I won’t have you make fun of me!” you half-heartedly pushed at his chest.
He held onto your wrists, for someone so small and dainty you sure could do a lot of damage with your punches, “I swear I’m not making fun of you, I love you,” he confessed.
You laid your head on his beating heart so he wouldn’t see you all flustered, “Well, I love you too,” you grumbled.
You noticed the gash on his neck, “You’re hurt!” you gasped, “We should call the doctor...”
“I’ve had much worse, so don’t you worry your pretty little head about it,” he smiled at you biting your lip in worry, always so adorable, pulling it away with his thumb, he bent to nip at it. “I missed the way you taste, I’ve been thinking about it for so long, it’s the only thing that got me through.”
You hummed, your face heating up as he pressed his arousal into your stomach, his hands holding onto the curve of your hips. “My king...” you shivered.
“We can talk later, right now I have to have you, I know you missed me too...” he whispered against your ear.
You felt a shudder creep up your spine as his hot breath fanned against the shell of your ear, “Maybe later, if you let me tend to you first.”
“You want to take care of me?” he beamed at you as you nodded. “Very well. But only for a few moments after that I won’t hear any more excuses and put that mouth to good use,” he said, pressing his lips to yours one more time.
There wasn’t much you knew about treating wounds, you were only doing so for your own peace of mind anyway so you simply cleaned the few scratches and gashes he had, kissing them like your mother did to your wounds when you were little, remembering how that always made you feel better.
“They’re the best kind of medicine,” he said about your kisses, “I have a cut here,” he said pointing at his lip, wanting some more of them.
“Don’t tease me!” you huffed.
You felt his muscles go stiff as you kissed him between his shoulders, now that you didn’t have to look at his face it’d be much easier for you to talk, “I heard the ladies at the court talking, they were saying if I can’t get pregnant in three months it means I never will.”
The thought of being barren and a disappointment to him terrified you to no end.
He shook his head, “You need to stop listening to gossip - ”
“But,” you interrupted him and pouted your bottom lip quivering as you recalled their harsh words when they thought you weren’t listening, “They also said that if I can’t get pregnant you’ll get a second wife,” to which he laughs, “don’t laugh at me, you always make fun of me,” you puff your cheeks.
“I’m not cleaning you up anymore,” throwing the rag on the ground, “or letting you make love to me.”
He growled at that, turning around and pinning you to the bedding, “You don’t get to decide that, love, or tell me no, when will you understand?” he scoffed as if he was scolding a child, sneaking a hand up your skirts and inside your breeches. His fingers toying with your wet lips.
“Now that I’m back we’re going to try to make a prince every night. Before you know it you’ll be swell with my child, I won’t stop then though,” he smirked, “I’ll have you whenever I want,” it’ll only be better when your body would be fuller and curvier with his heir.
“I’m never taking another wife, ever,” he said, pulling his hard cock out of his robe, pushing it into you slowly, your walls gripping him tighter than he remembered, better than his hand could ever be, “This is the best cunt I’ve ever had. There’s no way I could ever have another,” he tried to fight off his climax so he could make you come at least once before filling you up as you squirmed and whimpered under him, “... you’ve ruined me.”
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This was strange. It was almost time for bed and Steve wasn’t back. Usually he’d back much sooner, so he could perform his husbandly duties. Even though you had been trying, so hard, for over a month you had gotten your menses just a few days ago.
You were so disappointed, you didn’t have the heart to tell him, but you had to when he tried to coax you in bed. Sobbing in his arms as he calmed you, “We’ll try again, we have all the time in the world,” he had said and you couldn’t believe how kind he was. Until he had his way with you anyway, even while you were bleeding.
“As if a little bit of blood if going to bother me.” While there was you purpose for it, you knew you couldn’t make a baby while on your monthly you now also knew that you could do it with your husband solely for pleasure.
“When will the king be back?” you asked your maid as she worked on helping you get ready for bed.
“I saw him on in the gardens with Lord Barnes,” she answered, helping you into your nightgown, “Shall I send him a message?”
“No, that’s alright.”
You dismissed her, sitting on the edge of your bed you worked on a scarf you had been stitching for your mother while waiting for the king. You planned on giving it to her when she would visit you for your coronation. She would be expecting some good news as well and you hoped to have that for her as well.
You perked up when you hear the doors to your chambers creak open loudly, putting away your work for now you made sure to look into the mirror one last time to look presentable.
“How was your day, petal?” he hugged you from behind, burying his nose in the crook of your neck, “You smell so good,” he hummed.
“Steven,” you giggled. “Thank you, I had a very long day with the preparations for the ball and the court.”
“Hope you’re not too tired,” his voice salacious and hoarse with desire as he cupped your breast through the thin material.
“No,” you shook your head, “Not at all. I mean... not too much,” you added so you wouldn’t seem too eager, “do you want to...”
“There’s someone joining us tonight.”
“What do you mean?” you turned to look up at him, his blue eyes, usually as blue as the sky on a summer afternoon, much darker now.
“You told me how much Bucky helped you and how much you loved him, right?”
You nodded, you hadn’t really used the word love, you were quite fond of him but didn’t know yet if you loved him.
“Hey, there, princess,” you yelped when you heard James' voice before seeing standing at the door.
“I told you to wait,” Steve gritted.
“You were taking too long,” he took a few long, lazy strides as you scrambled to put a robe on. “You wanted to know how three people can make love at once - now you can find out for yourself,” he said to you.
Your chest heaved as you swallowed a lump of air, “Steven, what? What’s going on?”
Steve cupped your cheeks in his palms, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead, “My mother told me to, made me swear on her deathbed, to take care of Bucky, to look out for him and I haven’t been doing that. I’ve been selfish with you...”
“You’re always selfish with the things you like,” Bucky chided.
“But I’m working on that. I have to get better at sharing, if I have a woman as good as you, I am obligated to share.” He tried to explain as Bucky pulled you away from him, your back pressed to his front, “Bucky,” he scolded, “wait a minute, will you?”
“I’ve waiting long enough,” he licked a stripe up your neck, leaving goose bumps on the wet skin, “You’re right she does smell good.”
“I don’t understand... is this a test?”
“No, petal. Bucky’s going to help us conceive. After you give me my son you can give us both daughters. As beautiful as you. I’ve always wanted a girl,” he smiled.
“What if people find out,” you tried to swat Bucky’s hands away but he pinned them both on your back, undressing you and taking off your robe, followed by your gown.
“They won’t. Even if they do, who’s going to stop us?”
“But.... but... doesn’t James want a wife and kids of his own?”
“He has sworn his life to protect the crown. He can’t marry or have kids.”
“Do you want me to go away, princess?” he asked you, ripping your gown away as it pooled at your feet, leaving you naked in front of both of them, “Do you want me to marry another woman?”
“No...” you shook your head.
And because he had grown tired of your questions Steve kissed you, if only to shut you up. He pulled away as James threw you over his shoulder, carrying you to the bed and thrown you on the bed.
He pushed your knees apart, settling between them he traced your inner thighs.
You tried to push him away, to close your legs. The idea of being with James was tempting... but you had sworn yourself to Steven. This wasn’t supposed to be right. This is not how it’s supposed to happen... you can only be with your husband. But it was also your duty to obey him... and he wanted this to happen.
“Steve, a little help here,” Bucky groaned and looked to Steve.
He simply shook his head, climbing on the bed, he pinned your hands above your head, “I told you she was feisty. That’s alright, though. I like it when she struggles and pretends that she doesn’t enjoy it when I fuck her so hard and deep,” he looked down at you as you pleaded him with your eyes, “Till you can barely think or walk straight. She likes it, but she’d never admit it.”
You whimpered, fresh tears streaming down your face as your husband spoke such vulgar things about you...
“Oh!” you squealed, feeling James' finger prodding at your entrance before sinking into you.
“Gotta get you ready for my brother,” he cooed, soothing a hand down your hair, “Shh... it’s okay, just take it like a good girl. Don’t you want to be good for us? To please your king and give us princes and princesses?” he asked as he kept his fingers driving in and out of your heat at a leisurely pace, “Well?” he prodded further.
“Love,” you look up at Steve when you heard his gritty voice, “Bucky asked you a question. Maybe I didn’t make it clear enough but from now on you have to listen to both of us. Do whatever we tell you. We know what’s best for you.”
You nodded, your eyes misty as you felt your abdominal muscles clench, “Yes, yes I do want to have your babies,” you whimpered as James latched onto a hardened bud on your breast, you held onto Steve’s hands as the coil in your gut snapped.
“Fuck,” Bucky breathed out, looking at your fucked out pussy, glistening with want, “I’m going to fuck you, just for a bit, get you stretched out and warmed up for your husband,” he declared, his cock achingly hard at just the idea of it as he rid himself of his clothes.
“Steve told me all about how you have some magical pussy, he’s addicted to it,” he lined himself up to your entrance, looking up at his brother for just a moment before looking back to your face, “now I get to find out for myself,” he moaned as he pushed his length inside you.
“Isn’t she something?” Steve said, licking away your salty tears and letting go of your wrists since you were done being a brat, “You always look so pretty when you cry,” he praised as you whined, he held your jaw and made you look down, two sexes meeting, Bucky’s cock fucking in and out of you, “Whose cock do you like better, sweetheart?” he asked you.
You shook your head, refusing to answer, closing your eyes you let yourself get lost in the feeling of James, he was stretching you out so painfully and deliciously, your mind cloudy and unable to think or even form a coherent sentence. You felt the familiar coil forming in your belly but then James abruptly.
“Damn,” he heaved, slipping his cock out of you, “I almost came.”
“What?” you blinked as Steve switched places with James, spreading yours juices around your drenched lips, heat radiating between your legs.
“You’re all warmed up nice now, petal,” he pulled his hand away, taking his cock out of his pants, “I want you on all fours,” he instructed, flipping you over.
You barely had enough strength to stay up but James helped you by pulling at your shoulders, his hard cock bumping against your nose as you winced.
“Arch you back nicely now, I want to see your ass,” he pushed at your lower back till your ass was perched up to him, smearing his pre ejaculate against you, he sank into your heat. Moving his hips brutally against you, since you were already prepared for him.
“Will you suck me off, princess?” Bucky asked but didn’t wait for your answer as he pushed his erection past your lips, shuddering as you licked the underside of his cock, “Steve taught you well,” he breathed out. Holding onto your head, driving his cock in it, you couldn’t take all of him, but you didn’t have to, this was more than enough.
Steve had loved you since the moment he met you. He didn’t know if he could call the impure thoughts he had about you love but it was the closet thing he could think of. He wouldn’t even let another man touch you, let alone use you or fuck you like only he is allowed to.
But this was different. This was Bucky. His brother and soulmate. They were basically the same person, they could share you. He loved the idea of starting a family with you both.
He flipped you so you were on your back, he kissed you, “I’m going to fill you up, sweetheart, why don’t you come with me? Can you do that for your king?” he snaked a hand between your bodies, rolling your bundle of nerves between his fingers as Bucky whispered sweet nothings to you, telling you the names he had picked out for your kids, as you clenched around him, gushing all over him.
He released inside you, coating your walls with his seed. He pulled away to look down at you, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath but he stayed inside you, to make sure his seed stays in your womb.
He smiled as you weakly wrapped you hand around Bucky’s cock, stroking him till he released all over you, white spend painting you pretty skin, all over your breasts and your stomach.
He finally pulled his soft cock out of you, laying beside you as Bucky pulled you on to if him.
“Give me a minute to get hard again,” he ran a hand through sticky hair.
“Take all the time you need,” Bucky smiled, nibbling your ear, playing with the mess between your legs, you tried to squirm but he kept a firm hold on you as he played with your sensitive pussy.
“Didn’t you hear? He’s going to fuck you again, we have to keep you ready, princess,” smearing some of the juices around the tight ring of your second hole as you gasped. “Maybe you’ll be able to take both of us at the same time someday, hm?”
“That’s... possible?” you asked as he pushed a finger in, it was strange and uncomfortable, yet you wanted more of it.
“Of course, you can. With proper training,” he kissed your temple as Steve climbed back on top of you both.
Nudging at your swollen cunt, you winced in pain, “Is it too much, petal? Do you want me to stop?” he wanted to know. He’d love to fill you up some more, but not at the expense of your discomfort. He had scared you enough already.
“No,” you held onto his shoulders, “I want it, please,” looking at him with shining eyes. He could never say no to you. Just as you to him.
“Whatever you say, love,” he smiled, licking your lips till you grant him access to your mouth, he prodded at you tongue.
He was slow and steady, mindful of the bruises on your body and your overworked cunt. He was close as Bucky pushed two fingers inside you and around his cock, stretching you out even more.
He was about to reprimand him, to tell him to be more patient with his delicate innocent wife, but you screamed out in beautiful agony, exploding around his cock and begging for more. From Bucky or from him, he wasn’t sure.
“Maybe we’ll get our son tonight itself.”
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Eskel Big Bang 2021 Masterpost
Here are all the fics and art made this year for the Eskel Big Bang. Congratulations on the hard work, everyone!
AO3 collection || #ebb works tag || #ebb art tag || #ebb fic tag
Below the cut is a full list of all EBB works:
Uprooted (T, No Pairing, 12k) by @rachofspades, art by @drachedraws
When a nondescript notice begging for a witcher's aid catches Eskel's attention on his way back to Kaer Morhen for the winter, he finds himself drawn in by his own curiosity despite his initial reservations. Once he arrives, it quickly becomes apparent that there's something more sinister going on than typical monster attacks, and he's determined to figure out what it is. Fic || Art (1) (2)
These Clay Hands (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 4.7k) by @aalizazareth, art by @hobbart-art
Eskel is a shy pottery instructor who meets Jaskier during one of his lessons. The two hit it off. Fic || Art
The Empty Safe Job (M, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 18k) by @iboughtaplant, art by @gods-no-longer-tread-here
A team of thieves with complicated pasts take down the rich and powerful to help those that get left out from justice. Their latest job should be simple, but an unexpected adversary has Eskel confronting his past. Sometimes bad guys make the best good guys. Fic || Art
the broken vines are an open door (M, Eskel & Geralt & Yennefer, 5.2k) by @trissmarrygoals, art by @flyingyarn
Traveling through Aedirn with his newly acquired child surprise, Eskel stumbles upon a dead body - and with it, a mystery. Fic || Art
With you I'll never be alone (T, Eskel/Geralt, 5.8k) by @dat-carovieh, art by @mondfuchs
From their first meeting, through their whole long life Geralt and Eskel have always been there to comfort each other when one of them got hurt. --- Or five times Geralt and Eskel comfort each other through some kind of hurt and one time they're just comfortable. Fic || Art
Eskel Has A Good Day (G, Eskel & Wolf Witchers, 9.3k) by @gods-no-longer-tread-here, art by @phoenixandjacob
The Wolves (and bard) of Kaer Morhen go on a vacation to the coast, and have a good day. Fic || Art (1) (2)
Tu Me Manques. (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 8k) by @etcorsolus, art by @cvbeebop
In which, Eskel meets a bard who calms him. Body, mind, and soul. Story title is how the French say 'I miss you.' The more literal translation is 'You are missing from me.' Fic || Art
Little Red (M, Eskel/Lambert, 6.1k) by @miahclone, art by @llwynbleidd
Eskel helps Lambert while he's recovering from a serious injury. To distract him from the pain, Eskel tells stories of past hunts. Fic || Art
Constellations (M, Eskel/Geralt, 7.2k) by @dredshirtroberts, art by @dat-carovieh
Eskel loves Geralt but their soulmarks don't match - he'd know. They're witchers, and scars are their business. As he joins Geralt in retirement, Eskel figures whatever he can get with the other witcher will be enough. He might get a little bit more than he thought he was bargaining for, but Eskel's never passed up a good deal. Fic || Art (1) (2)
Trial By Fire (Eskel and Aza's Wild Ride) (E, Eskel/OFC, 11k) by @janzoo, art by @liaonyxrayne
When Eskel rescues his succubus acquaintance from witch hunters, their reunion becomes something more as they're drawn into the hunters' plot. What can they do against a twisted idealist and the danger he presents to witchers and non-humans? Fic || Art
Pardon Me While I Burst Into Flames (E, Eskel/Jaskier, 29k) by @ghostinthelibrarywrites, art by @wolfgeralt
When Eskel is hired to kill an incubus who ruined a noble wedding, he finds that his target is far from a bloodthirsty beast, a too-pretty court bard. Eskel spares Jaskier and they go their separate ways, with Eskel expecting never to see the incubus again. But Jaskier has other ideas. Fic || Art
I Could Eat the World Raw (E, Eskel/Jaskier, 7k) by @buttercupsanddandelions, art by @gods-no-longer-tread-here
“This is Eskel.” He pushes him slightly forward, “And he just had his conduit moment.” After becoming a mage, Eskel finds that he's been soul-bound to a little lordling. Fic || Art
Something we bury (M, Eskel/Geralt, 10k) by @heartoferebor, art by @craftgamerzz
“Where’s Eskel?” Ciri asks Geralt, frowning a little. “He went out to do more hunting and gather some potion ingredients. Should be back any moment,” Geralt reassures her. “Ah. Good.” She hesitates a little before deciding to forge right ahead with her next question. She’s asked everyone else in the keep, of course she’ll have to ask Geralt, too. “About his scars
” * Ciri wants to know where Eskel's scars came from, so she decides to ask everyone at the keep about them. Except, they all seem to have different stories... Fic || Art
Lord What Fools These Witchers Be (T, Aiden/Eskel, 21k) by @jayofolympus and @frenchkey, art by aviixrc
When Lambert brings Aiden to winter with him in Kaer Morhen, Eskel is catapulted straight into his own personal hell. It would be easier if he didn’t like the Cat. Instead, he finds himself falling head over heels for his brother’s boyfriend and trying to hide it from a pack of nosy Witchers. If only Aiden would stop flirting with him... Fic || Art (1) (2)
A Moment of Comfort (M, Eskel/OC) by @merpancake
An attack at a brothel begins with blood and carnage, but Eskel finds an unexpected peace in the arms of Cenna. As their paths continue to cross, Eskel carries that same peace within him on his journey through monsters and men. Art
Toussaint's Finest (M, Eskel/Geralt, 9.1k) by @kate-river, art by @justhereforeskel
Eskel is still roaming the Continent. But in recent years the Path has become harder and harder. Eskel has made it a habit to come by Corvo Bianco around vintage and this year's events might change a few things in his life forever. Fic || Art
Beneath the Shadow and the Soul (E, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 32k) by @vix-spes, art by @buffskierights
Eskel had the strange feeling that everything was going to change when he passed through Dol Blathanna one year on his way back to Kaer Morhen for winter. He had been passing through a town and, instead of running away from him, someone had exclaimed “You’re a Witcher,” and proceeded to sing at him. He just hadn't realised how much of an impact it would have on him. Fic || Art
Daughter of Fire (T, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 4.9k) by @kittynannygaming, art by @zmezagain
Witchers are sterile, that's a fact. No female human can bear their child. Well, the keyword here is 'human' and a succubus is very not human. And Eskel now has a sweet 7 years old daughter. Fic || Art
Break It Recklessly (E, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 22k) by @anonymousblueberry, art by @nol-nol
From teenage tearaways to successful adults, Geralt and Eskel have always been inseparable. To the extent that when Geralt accepts a wedding invite with Eskel as his plus one, there’s the assumption that they have finally sorted their shit out and got together, forcing them to keep up the facade or cause chaos for the happy couple. What follows is a crash course in emotions, dating, and working out that love can burn long and slow for a very long time. Fic || Art
The Question (M, Eskel/Istredd, 40k) by @eskelchopchop, art by @stars-in-my-damn-eyes
Eskel's in Ohio when Yennefer calls. He’s reluctant to pick up; he’s still not over Geralt, and he's got zero desire to chat with Geralt's new lover. Turns out Yen isn’t his lover anymore, and this isn’t about Geralt. It’s about witcher’s work. Yennefer owns Portal, one of New York City's most popular gay clubs. A Post-Conjunction Entity (PCE) is hunting her clientele, leaving a string of withered corpses in its wake. The police are doing jackshit. Will Eskel come back to a city full of bad memories and take a job off the books to stop it? He'll sure as hell try. Along the way, he’ll cross paths with Istredd, a man with sorcerer’s eyes and a painful past of his own. If Eskel doesn't work fast enough, they both might become the PCE's next victims. Fic || Art
Is It Cold In The Water? (E, Eskel/Jaskier, 12k) by @jennyloggins, art by @jerry-of-rivia
His horse is tied to a branch a few trees out, and that’s where Eskel heads to grab his water skein, taking a deep drink and soothe his dry throat. Patting his horse’s backside affectionately on his way past her, Eskel feigns a stern voice to say, “Zuzanna, keep watch for me.” Her tail twitches as if to swat him away. Fic || Art
Everything I Want (I Can Find in You) by @eyesofshinigami, art by @phoenixandjacob
Eskel didn't think he'd ever see Jaskier again, sure the Cat witcher was only looking for a night of fun. But then he keeps showing up, taking Eskel to bed and leaving him little presents. It takes Eskel a bit, but eventually he realizes that maybe, just maybe, Jaskier means it when he says he wants to keep him. Or Eskel doesn't think he deserves nice things and Jaskier is determined to show him otherwise. Fic || Art
One Stop Shop; Tattoo's Piercings, And Love (M, Eskel/Jaskier/Lambert, 7.4k) by @jesheckah, art by @moondrunkart
When Eskel fumbles an invitation at a party to come into his tattoo shop, Jaskier and he move towards an explosive love. How many tattoo sessions does it take for the heart to know what it wants? Fic || Art
Entanglement (and other words for a mess) (E, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 31k) by @violaceum-vitellina-viridis, art by @merpancake
Eskel has a hundred marks on his body, but a soulmark isn't one of them. Fic || Art
Beneath Each Other's Bones (E, Eskel/Geralt, 7.6k) by @pressedinthepages, art by @drachedraws
Winter at Kaer Morhen can be brutal. But Eskel and Geralt find warmth in each other in an effort to stave off the cold. Fic || Art (1) (2)
#9fe2bf on the Shore (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 4.5k) by @buffskierights, art by @phoenixandjacob
The sea roars with a vengeance, something angering the waves even as the stars shine brightly overhead in the clear night sky. If Eskel were a poet he’d say it almost sounded like a wail of mourning, the way the whitewater crashes upon the night black sand and the gathering foam, the sea frothing furiously. But Eskel’s always hated his poetry lessons so being a poet is firmly off the table. Fic || Art
lion in the wolf's den (T, Coen/Eskel, 5k) by @patchwork-doublet, art by @justhereforeskel
eskel is nervous being around ciri, afraid things will go south like they did last time. Fic || Art
Sugar Baby Blues (E, Eskel/Jaskier, 24k) by adevinecomedy, art by @pastelrune
Jaskier’s mind slipped back to a night several months ago when he was all worked up but had nowhere to go and a mountain of school work to get through. How it was just so much easier to log onto a camming website and watch someone perform seemingly just for him. The gorgeous, confident man on the other side of the screen had been so accommodating, even though Jaskier had been shy and hadn’t typed much into the chat. Modern au where Eskel is a Cam boy and runs into a bit of a financial bind. Enter Jaskier who just might be the answer to all his woes. Fic || Art
Winter Comfort (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 10k) by @myidlehand, art by @liaonyxrayne
Jaskier comes to Kaer Morhen to spend some time with Eskel, after briefly meeting him in the fall. And while both of them seem delighted to see each other again, Eskel starts to shy away from Jaskier's comments and flirting. It doesn't take a genius to see Eskel is having body image issue. Jaskier aims to help him through it. Fic || Art
The Subtle Knife (M, Eskel/Jaskier, 26k) by @major-trouble, art by @cylin-aka-ankamo
There's an assassin haunting the Continent. No one knows their name, everyone - that is, everyone in the know - calls them The Specter. If you want a rival out of the way, a political opponent disposed of, or a strategic target taken out, contacting The Specter gets the job done. For a price, of course. There's an art to subtlety, after all, and it wouldn't do to risk the attention of law enforcement. So there's no obvious cause, no knife to the back, and the deaths aren't usually remarked upon. The Kaer Morhen Agency, however, has noticed. One of their agents has been hired to protect potential victims, people scared that they've been targeted. And they have reason to worry. When Eskel's first assignment winds up dead of no discernible cause, it starts him on a search for the elusive Specter, hoping against hope to track down the assassin before they're hired again. Setting a trap for a ghost is something Witchers are used to. Setting one for a trained killer may prove beyond them. Fic || Art
No Funny Business (M, Eskel/Jaskier, 11k) by goldendaydreams, art by @nanero11
Eskel had long given up on finding his soulmate, his soulmark nothing but scar tissue from a house fire he’d survived as a child. Knowing that most people wait for their perfect someone, their destiny, didn’t stop him from falling in love with Jaskier, the nurse he met after a hunt gone wrong. Fic || Art
Stronger Than My Storm (E, Eskel/Geralt) by @rawrkinjd, art by @nol-nol
Eskel and Geralt were friends from the very beginning. They added the benefits later. It was another way to offer comfort and companionship when the rest of the world closed in around them, and Eskel was content with it for years. Until he wakes up one day and realises it’s become something more. He touches Geralt’s silver hair, wreathed in a halo of yellow sunlight, and allows himself to feel the cracks spreading through his heart. Witchers can’t love each other. It would only lead to suffering. Eskel realises he must weather the storm inside or let Geralt go forever. Fic || Art
Full of Life (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 6.3k) by @sternenstaub28, art by @llwynbleidd
When Eskel gets hired to solve the case of people disappearing in town, she didn’t know she’d find a friend and maybe even something more. or Beauty and strength don't necessarily make your life easier, a companion and love however do. Fic || Art
choices are the hinges of destiny (T, Eskel/Geralt, 7.5k) by @lutes-and-dandelions, art by @cassandrasartworld
After rescuing a fae from the clutches of death, they repay Eskel by helping him make a choice. -oOo- A story about what would have happened if Eskel had claimed his child of surprise. Fic || Art
Eskel Vs The Continent (And His Feelings) (M, No Pairing, 47k) by @chibitabathasloves, art by @zmezagain
Eskel decides he needs to leave Kaer Morhen after the fight with the Hunt. Where will it take him? And will he be able to face his feelings he desperately tries to ignore. Fic || Art
lookin' to the sky to save me (T, Eskel/Geralt, 10k) by @torynickles, art by @trissmarrygoals
Geralt slides his hand from Eskel’s shoulder to his back. And then. Then he keeps moving it, outwards, away from Eskel’s torso, where there should be nothing but air, but— “What the fuck?” he chokes, because he can still feel Geralt’s hand, sensation where there should be none. He shakes his head wildly, twisting his arm to reach for his own back. His fingers connect to something, but—it’s not his body, it can’t be his body, even though he can feel himself touching it. Because he’s made up of skin and flesh, bone and muscle, and this thing has all of those, but— It’s covered in sticky, damp feathers. Fic || Art
A Fine Night at the Faire (M, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 12k) by Elensule, art by @liaonyxrayne
Eskel has been hurt by the world and hides for refuge in his little goat farm. He's found no reason to look for love, or much of anything else. But encouragement from his brother sends him to an unfamiliar locale; the renfaire! Maybe stepping out of his comfort zone was just what he needed. Fic || Art
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confused-as-all-hell · 4 years ago
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Inner Circle
The bastard-born warriors, the Illyrian half-breed, the monster trapped in a beautiful body, the dreamer born into a court of nightmares 
 And the huntress with an artist’s soul.
The Inner Circle, bright and fierce and carefree. A dashed court of hope who met beneath the mask of moonlight, who refused to bow their heads, who wept into the cradle of their hands the first time they heard the word “family.”
Rhysand’s most trusted, the group of lethal warriors taking point at every battlefield. The same lethal warriors who lived together in a townhouse, arguing over the night’s dinner, setting up fortresses of pillows and blankets in the sitting room. 
The world saw them as monsters. 
The world didn’t see them cooking breakfast together, didn’t see Mor laughing with her feet propped against the table, or Cassian swearing brightly as he burned slices of toast, or Azriel and Feyre sipping their tea and grinning, or Amren whacking a laughing Rhys over the head with her dressing gown. The world didn’t see them taking care of each other, looking out for one another, protecting and defending their family.
Family. It’s still such a precious word.
Lovely Morrigan found a house of people who love her, who waited for her opinion on warfare and politics, who listened when she said “No, I don’t feel comfortable.”
Brilliant Cassian discovered his heritage didn’t matter to this group of snickering warriors in pajamas. He was still important, even if he was a bastard. He mattered.
Wonderful Feyre set down her knife for the first time within those walls, allowed her defenses to drop. She was loved, and it was a miracle, that love. She had friends who would never allow her to wander into the forest alone again.
Caring Azriel was accepted without thought, drawn into the tangle of snowball fights and laughter instantly, admired for his mind rather than his body. He returned to the light after so many years in the dark, dark, dark.
Fierce Amren was not only a monster when she was in the townhouse; she was a teacher, someone to learn from, an object of respect. She couldn’t hold back her grin the first time she received Solstice gifts.
Proud Rhysand was no High Lord amid the gales of laughter and teasing. He was a brother, the person to come to for quick healing or a last drink before bed, or sometimes a comfort when the terror won out. 
Rhys’s night was full of stars, each one named for a family member. His darkness was tangled in light. He lit the lamps at night, tended to the fires himself, chased every wisp of fear and hurt away.
They had only each other, a final blockade between Velaris and the worlds beyond. It was enough, they said. 
They protected each other, not just while sparring or hunting, but from the little dangers. Amren always dimmed the roaring fire when Azriel’s eyes grew too haunted. Rhys would began chattering loudly whenever idle talk of the Hewn City reached their ears outdoors.
When they were young, they swore an oath to put each other above the world.
And so they did.
Cassian stood before Feyre and told her it was okay, she could take her guilt out on him. He held her when she wept.
Rhys gave his own life for his family’s safety, his body and sanity and dignity, time and time again. 
Azriel positioned himself before his home, a final defense, and he would not move, not with those brilliant lights inside.
Feyre forgot her terror and hatred to save those who had shown her such kindness, who made her feel so loved.
Amren died willingly for the group of star-shine bright warriors who chose her gifts with such care and precision, who did not think her a beast.
Mor went up against the female who rent her brother into such misery, who had abused her High Lady for years. 
Not a monster, not at all. Just a sister trying to do her best.
When the Inner Circle said they would defend each other, this did not exclude a single soul. Any male or female who hurt them unforgivably was at fault. 
Rhys and Mor saw their family struggling, and they were furious. We loved them for their devotion; don’t you dare turn on it now.
“Family,” Cassian told Mor once, drizzling chocolate onto a stack of banana cakes, “odd, isn’t it? That those who do not share your blood might love you all the same? That they might protect you, die for you?”
She ruffled his hair, and he yelped. “You know I’ll always protect you,” she said with a wink. “Got to even the score some day.”
Mor always, always, always remembered Cas defending her from day one.
And so, when Nesta Archeron began to sling insults at him, ruin his pride, shred his trademark grin until it was thin and weak, Mor never forgave her. Nesta liked hurting people, thought it amusing, but Mor didn’t think it at all worthy of laughter when she watched the dregs of Cassian’s smile fall. Nobody was allowed to hurt her family, fucking no one.
When Feyre told Rhys of her sister’s neglect, the fury and rage that had settled within Nesta’s very bones, Rhys never really forgot that day’s thought. He tried to love Nes for Feyre’s sake, but every time he closed his eyes, he saw the tears pouring down his mate’s face, her misery at her sister’s constant hurt. 
When Amren fingered the jewels gifted to her for Solstice, she could only see Nesta standing in the doorway, snow turning her hair damp, the tentative smile on her High Lady’s face, the achingly eager bark of Cassian’s laughter. She cared for Nesta awfully, but you could care for someone and see their faults.
And Nesta Archeron had her faults.
She had her wonderful, golden moments, as well. Times when the gratitude on Rhys’s face was painstaking, days when Feyre’s grin of delight would light the darkest corners of the world, bare seconds when Cassian could hardly contain his giddy chuckles.
Nesta bent her knees, her head, apologized for her bitter comments and harsh treatment of the Inner Circle. She admitted she had been wrong, not in refusing to kiss their asses, but disdaining to offer them so much as a lukewarm glance. She did not apologize for her trauma, but for the cruelties she had dealt before the fact.
And they forgave her.
So, I would like to believe somewhere, Feyre is curled up at one end of the sofa, gesturing wildly with her hands as she tells a story to Cassian, who tries to get sips of tea into her mouth when she pauses for air. Amren sits primly in a hideous pink loveseat, ropes of ruby slung around her throat, flipping idly through a thick tome. On the carpet, Rhys and Azriel sprawl out, heads together like schoolboys, discussing the newest bit of information the latter’s shadows have hastened to report. Mor lounges on the other side of the couch, Nyx cradled in her arms and giggling, his chubby fingers grasping at a laughing Nesta’s dangling earrings. 
They all deserve their peace so much, and I so often cry thinking I will never know that love, that joy. But they do, so I will be happy for them, and I will defend them as I hope they would defend me.
Every last one of them has fucked up, and will do so again. 
Every last one is worthy of love, of warmth and kindness and respect.
I wholly believe they will build a gentler world, a sweeter world. One where Helion can winnow to their door with his face bright instead of miserable. One where Tarquin might send gifts for Nyx to their home instead of murder reports. One where Feyre will let Nyx play in the garden without a battalion of guards.
The Inner Circle isn’t perfect, but they love each other.
They aren’t monsters, just a group of dreamers who have never known reprieve from their nightmares.
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marblesphere · 3 years ago
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I want happy ending😂, so I continued the one shot. The first part is on the link above this.
Xiao x reader part 2
*3rd Pov*
He finally found her, right in the middle of a flower patch. Xiao drops his spear. He quickly cradles [Your Name]'s body. Warmth quickly slipped away from her body. For the first time after the Archon's war he felt fear again. Lifting her, he quickly rushes back to the inn.
Verr Goldet quickly called for a doctor the moment Xiao showed up with badly injured [Your Name]. After putting her in the care of Verr Goldet. Xiao wastes no time to visit Zhongli. His Archon must have some kind of way to cure [Your Name].
The doctor shook his head, Verr Goldet clamps her mouth, his husband quickly catches her and lets her sit down in a chair.
"...You should clean her up and
 we'll wait for Lord Xiao." Huai'an said.
"...How? Why? She is still so young
" Verr cried.
All Huai'an could do was comfort her without a word. After collecting herself, Verr cleaned up [Your Name]. She prays that Xiao will bring whoever that can cure her.
Not long after she finished, Xiao came back with Zhongli in tow. Zhongli takes a look at [Your Name] and shakes his head. Xiao is shaken. His whole body is trembling. Slowly he walks to the bed, caressing her cheek, his thumb swipes the part under her eyes and then her lips. How strange, she looks like she is just sleeping peacefully.
Once again, his karmic debt stole someone precious to him. He really can't take it anymore. The angry voices of his karmic debt are getting stronger and louder. Even though it was less painful when [Your Name] stayed by his side. "Foolish mortal
" He pressed his lips to her cold one as a tear slipped down from his eye.
"Wait.." something caught Zhongli's eyes. "Xiao, did you ever give something to her?" The Geo Archon asked.
"...I gave her an amulet and trinkets made from sage skill, to keep malicious intent away
" Xiao answered.
A small glowing light finally caught their attention. "...This is
 the amulet I gave to her last year." Xiao said.
"...There is a way to save her now."
Xiao snaps his eyes to his Archon. His being is full of hope.
"...We need to turn her into an adeptus. She is not dead yet. Her soul hasn't completely left her body. But even so, the chance is small." Zhongli spoke out.
'Turn her to an adeptus and let her suffer from that very own immortality?!' His mind is reeling. Part of him doesn't want to turn her into an adeptus. Being an adeptus and attaining immortality is not as enjoyable as those foolish mortals thought to be. But another part of him doesn't want her to die.
"...Is there no other way?" Xiao finally uttered out.
"No. This is the only way. We also need to hurry. Right now part of her soul is inside that amulet. You subconsciously put a small piece of your soul there. That amulet is anchoring her soul. But this won't last long. We need to call for the other adepti to help if we are going to turn her into one." Zhongli said.
"....Understood." Xiao gritted his teeth. Even if after [Your Name] woke up and hated him for it. So be it. It's his fault in the first place, he shouldn't have softened up to her and rejected her from the start. It's all his fault that [Your Name] is in this condition.
Usually when someone is going to be an Adeptus, they will need to take a trial of earth and heaven. But there is another way to turn to an Adeptus without taking the trial. Of course the risk is way higher than the trial. You need to directly take some blood and a lot of energy from an Adeptus. It needs to be pure Adeptus, that's why Yanfei and Ganyu won't cut it. The most important factor is, the blood of the Adeptus has to be compatible with the human or the human will definitely die. Humans can't stand the power of adeptal energy, so they need the blood of an adeptus to mix in their body. With mixed blood, hopefully they can withstand it.
Xiao has called all available pure adepti. After listening to this side of their story. Most of them won't agree to this risky method. Not only the receiver will be damaged even the giver would be too. And there's also the blood compatibility thing.
"I will do it." Xiao said. "I will be the one to give her the blood and energy. All of you just need to give your energy to me. I will convert it to mine and transfer it to her. I will be the one to bear all the burden." Xiao said.
"Have you gone mad, Conqueror of Demon? You are sacrificing yourself to a mere mortal girl?!" Mountain Sharper ridiculed. Never in a million years will they hear the cold blooded Conqueror of Demon willingly sacrifice everything just for a single mortal girl.
"She is not a mere mortal." Xiao hissed.
"Indeed. What kind of mere mortal girl she is, if she can withstand the prolonged interaction with an adeptus." Zhongli chuckled. "And even managed to open the heart of the vigilant yaksha. Which even us adepti couldn't do in our lifetimes."
"...Indeed. From this aspect, she really is not qualified as a mere mortal girl." Cloud Retainer chuckled.
"...It's not like there's no human become an adeptus in the past. Rex Lapis has spoken. We just need to follow it
. And, I am curious how this will end?" Moon craver said.
"Hohoho...Of course it will turn out to be alright. [Your Name] is a gentle child. I am sure all of this will turn out to be alright. You have my full support, Conqueror of Demons." Granny Ping laughed.
The softly glowing amulet starts shining brightly, as if it has been listening to them. It suddenly broke and a glowing sphere entered [Your Name]'s body. Xiao quickly cradles her body to his. He can feel the warmth of the body now.
"Quick! The soul has returned to the body. It will leave soon if we don't do anything." Zhongli instructed.
Xiao bites his wrist, fresh blood quickly flows and drips down to the white mattress. He takes a gulp of his own blood and feeds it to her. After making sure [Your Name] gulped it down. He starts transferring his adeptal energy. [Your Name]'s body starts glowing as it is enveloped by Xiao's adeptal energy. It seems like they are compatible to each other. Granny Ping is the first one to support Xiao by giving him her energy. The rest followed soon.
*1st Pov*
"~~~â™Ș ~~~ â™Ș" I hummed the tune as I weaved the flower crown. The smell of Qingxin is really calming. Right now, I am in the middle of the Qingxin flower field, making a flower crown for Xiao. "Finished." I giggled.
"What are you making?" An amused voice of Xiao asked.
"Flower crown!" I exclaimed happily. "Here." I stretched out my hands. Xiao bends down and lets me put the crown on his head. "So pretty." I cooed.
"You are the lovely one." He caressed my cheek using his thumb and then put a crystalfly on my hair. He takes his seat beside me. I lean against him as he loops his hand around my shoulder and stroking my head gently. Just like this, the two of us in this world are the happiest. His skillful hand is really putting me to sleep. He seems to notice me dozing off. "Sleep." And I feel a feather light kiss on the crown of my forehead.
When I woke up. I am in Wangshu inn. The moon is already hanging on the curtain of the night sky. I see Xiao is just looking at the scenery from the balcony. "Xiao
" I called.
"You have awoken." His eyes softened. I join him in stargazing, cozily trapped in his arms. He rests his head on my shoulder.
"~~~â™Ș ~~~ â™Ș" I started humming that tune again.
"[Your Name]" He whispered softly.
"Hm?" I closed my eyes, just relishing the fact we are enjoying each other's presence.
"....You should wake up."
My whole body freezes. I turn to look at him. His gaze, full of tender loving and hint of sadness. Xiao tucks a strand of loose hair to my ear. "...Xiao...I
don't want to..." I shook my head.
"[Your Name]... You already know the truth of this world." He pressed my head against his chest. I didn't say anything. I don't want to say anything. "...I am waiting for you."
"...No...you are not
" I clenched my hand.
"I am. You just need to wake up and everything will be alright." He coaxed gently.
"Xiao
 already has someone dear to him
. It's not...me." I mumbled.
"Silly mortal. You know that's not true." He chuckled, his chest rumbled, sending a pleasant feeling to me.
"It's true." I puffed my cheeks.
"It's not." He rolled his eyes. "You shouldn't jump to conclusions too quickly." He poked my forehead.
"I...I
But, I have investigated her. She is perfect. Everyone sings praise to her whenever I ask." I sulked.
"That's the problem."
"Problem?" I blinked.
"She is too perfect, almost abnormally so. There's no speck of dust on her. Even adepti are not as perfect as her." Xiao said.
"...Then, what did she do to them? She is just a normal girl. She didn't do anything extraordinary
" I blinked.
"That's why you have to wake up. I have a feeling, "I" know the reason."
"Why can't you just tell me right now?" I whined, shaking his sleeve like a brat.
"Because, if I did. You won't wake up anymore." He rolled his eyes. "Or, do you hate me now?" Xiao cupped my cheek, making me stare at his piercing gaze.
*poof* I blush at the close proximity and bury my face in his chest. "...Not fair
" I grumbled. "You know well I yearn for you. I could never hate you." My voice is muffled.
"I know. After all, this is the world you created." Xiao wrapped his hands around me. "I am but a piece of soul that slipped into the amulet. Go forth. "I" will answer everything you want to ask. Do not be afraid. "I" treasure you more than you know." His voice echoed as I felt a kiss on the crown on my head. The scenery faded, leaving me alone in the darkness.
"How do I wake up?!" I yelled.
""I" am calling for you." His voice faded.
A loud inhuman screech caught my attention. I turn my body. There, standing in front of me is a majestic gigantic bird. "...A phoenix
" I murmured.
The bird of an ancient legend. It's said to be able to reraise itself from the ashes of its predecessor. The majestic bird screeches one more time and lowers itself to me. As if beckoning me to come over. His golden eyes never leave mine. "...I see
 It's you." My feet automatically walked toward it. I stretch out my hand and the bird leans its neck to me. I wrap my hands around it as its wings envelop me.
*3rd Pov*
3 days. It has been 3 days since the ritual. Zhongli has told him the ritual is a success. Right now, [Your Name] is only sleeping. As to why and when she will wake up. Not even the Geo Archon knows. All Xiao can do is wait. He never knew waiting was this painful. Not even when he was battling his karmic debt is this painful.
For the second time in his lifetime, he is glad he doesn't need to sleep. The first time is when he is having nightmares. Not needing sleep is quite a solution on its own. And right now, he can keep guarding her, without letting any detail be missed out. His hand on her. He is praying to whatever deity out there, just so she can open her eyes again.
"Adeptus Xiao
" A soft voice called. Xiao frowns when he hears that voice.
"What are you doing here?" His voice was cold without any emotion.
"I
" Yue Mei opened her mouth, but she couldn't say anything. Don't be so cold to me? She should have known what caused this.
"That charm won't work on me anymore." He growled. He really is holding back his anger. That mortal is still Liyue's citizen.
Her eyes widened at his claim. 'He knows.' She trembled. She finally realized how terrifying the vigilant yaksha is. But the previous image of him is still overlapping now. "I.. I love you.." She blurted out.
"You...love me
?" He turned to her, piercing gold eyes meeting trembling toffee colored doe eyes. "You used charm to bewitch me and have the guts to confess your false affection to me." He snarled as he took each step to her.
Yue Mei flinches and takes a step back each time he advances, until her back hits the wall. Xiao stops 4 steps away from her. He is disgusted, he doesn't even want to breathe the same air as her. Then he remembered his actions for the past one month. He groaned inwardly, he felt dirty. This girl is really a troublesome mortal.
"Disappear. Don't show yourself in front of me anymore." He turned his back to her. "You better dispose of that charm. It might work right now, but it won't work forever."
"Then
 tell me. What should I do to obtain your love." She cried, collapsing on the floor.
"Nothing
" Xiao turned his back to her, walking back to the bed.
"What?"
"You didn't need to do anything. Because even if you sacrifice everything to me, I still won't look at you." Xiao continued to sit beside [Your Name], using his thumb to trace a circle on her hand.
"Please
 don't leave me alone."
"You seems to still not waking up from your dream. The one you love," He quoted. " is the charmed version of me. You only need the nice version of me. Not me entirely."
"It's not true
 I
"
*1st Pov*
"...Xiao
" I called softly, surprised at how hoarse my voice is. My mouth feels like I have eaten iron. So disgusting.
"[Your Name]" Xiao hugged me, though making sure not to be too tight. I can feel soreness all over my body. I notice the perfect girl on her knees crying from the corner of my eyes.
"Ummm
" 'Did I wake at the wrong timing? Great job [Your Name], you really have a knack for timing the bad timing.' "...Xiao
 can I have water
?" I blinked.
"I will get it from Verr Goldet." He said as he disappeared in a breeze.
"....Um
 Miss Yue Mei
 are you okay
?" I asked tentatively. I mean having my love rival on the floor crying is not something I expect to see when I wake up. And I do know something is different about me. With those kinds of injuries, I should have never survived.
"...Tell me
 why are you not afraid of vigilant yaksha?" She asked.
"...?" I titled my head not understanding her question. "Why should I be afraid of Xiao?" I blinked.
"He is not...as gentle as I imagined to be." She answered.
"If you are talking about how he scares people, then yep, Xiao is borderline rude actually. I mean, he didn't show up at all for the very first month after our meeting. Even though I kept waiting for him. But, Xiao is gentle. Because of his gentleness, that's why he put on a cold exterior. It's all to protect us." I smiled remembering the memory.
"...Do you love him that much? Even though he can kill you in a heartbeat?"
"Yes. I love him the most. If by chance he killed me, then there must be a reason. So, I will stay around as a ghost to find out then." I giggled.
"I will never hurt you." Xiao said as he appeared with a water pitcher and a glass. He hands me a glass of water.
"I know." I answered after I took a sip.
"If by chance, I will hurt you in the slightest
 I would rather
"
"You can't kill yourself, okay. If you did. I will kill myself too. In a world without you is the same as death. I don't have anymore to lose in this world. If you are gone. I will follow you."
"You can't!!"
"I can. That's why you have to live." I said.
"You are impossible." He murmured.
"I know. You have told me a lot of times. You also said I am clumsy, an idiot, a foolish mortal, foolish child, snotty brat, stubborn human and
"
"Stop. You don't need to say anymore." He groaned. "You need to rest." He laid me down on the bed.
"Eh? But I
" I protested.
"Rest." He commanded.
"....yes
" I sulked.
The two of us realized there is still one more person in this room when we heard a giggle.
"I see
 I finally understood the words that Adeptus told me." She wiped her tears. "Adeptus Xiao, I am sorry for my unsightly behavior." She bowed. "And this
 I don't need it anymore. Please tell me how to dispose of this." A charm rested on her palm.
"Just burn it." He huffed.
"Understood. Then...ummm...Miss please get well soon." She smiled and then she exited the room.
"Xiao
" I looked at him.
"Rest."
"...I want to know how I am still alive." I said quietly.
"...I
 will tell you tomorrow." He refused to look at me.
"Xiao
" I struggled to sit up. I cupped his cheeks using my hands. "No matter what you do. I am sure you have your reason. Please tell me. I won't hate you. In fact right now, I am grateful I am still alive and can see you." I smiled.
"I
 turn you to adeptus
" He whispered, his golden eyes refusing to look at me.
"Adeptus? I thought humans have to take the trials of heaven and earth to become an adeptus." I blinked.
"You...were half dead when I brought you here." He said shakily as if the unpleasant memories surfaced. "Zhongli-dono tells me the only way to save you is to turn you into an adeptus. There is another way aside from taking the trial of earth and heaven. You need pure adeptus blood in your body and pure adeptal energy being pumped to you. I gave my blood and my energy to you. The other adepti help too. They transferred their energy to me and after I converted it, I gave it to you." He said.
I felt a jolt of worry when I heard that. "Are you fine now? Have you recovered your adeptal energy? What should I do to help you recover?" I fired a barrage of questions.
"I am fine. I have recovered. There is no need to worry about me." Xiao grabbed my hand on his cheek and placed a kiss on my pulse.
I feel my pulse quicken as blush coats my cheeks. "You really are weird. You are fine when you approach me by yourself. But everytime I take initiative, you become embarrassed. How cute." The vigilant yaksha is no more, right now in front of me there is only the devious yaksha.
"X...Xiao
" my eyes darted nervously.
"Hm?" He hummed as he placed another kiss on the side of my neck. My breath hitches, I can clearly feel his mouth curls to a smirk.
Then, I heard a gasp that was not mine.
"Hohoho, as I thought. Everything will turn out to be alright." Granny Ping laughed.
I push Xiao away and voila, Granny Ping and other adepti including Zhongli and Ganyu are standing on the entrance. Ganyu is peeking from the gap between her hands.
"I take it you are alright now." Cloud retainer said.
"Y-yes. Thank you for checking me up." I bowed, my voice was clearly too high pitched.
"Hohoho. I am glad you are alright. It seems there are no complications. We should take our leave and leave youngsters on their own devices." Granny Ping laughed.
"...Xiao
 don't go too hard on her. She is still recovering. Ah
 this is youth." Zhongli spoke like a true old man.
Our faces combust to flames. The adepti quickly dismiss themselves, leaving only the two of us. The atmosphere has turned awkward.
"I will let you rest." Xiao said.
I grabbed his sleeve before he could disappear. "Stay. I
 have something I want to talk about."
Xiao sits on the edge of the bed. I clench and unclench my fist on his sleeve. "Xiao
 what happened
 with Miss Yue Mei?" I asked. "I want to know the truth."
Xiao sighs. "She wore a charm made by adepti. That charm has the power to attract people. The downside of that charm is, it becomes useless if it were known to other people. I...was bewitched by it too. That's why
" He gulped.
"...I see
" A weight I didn't know I have seems to be gone now. "I see
. I thought
 I thought you prefer her more than me."
"Foolish mortal." He rolled his eyes. "I will never leave you, [Your Name]. Not now, not ever. I will stay by your side, until you don't need me anymore." He pressed a kiss to my forehead.
"Then, you will have to stay by my side forever. Because, I won't get tired of you." I smiled cheekily.
"I know." He leaned in and closed the gap between us. The kiss is short and sweet. He groans a little after he pulls back.
"...Did I do something wrong?" Now I am worried, I...have never kissed someone. I might be not doing it correctly.
"...No." He put his head on my shoulder. "I don't think I can wait for you to fully recover before I start carving for you." His arms tightened around my waist.
"Xia...nnnn
" I clamped my mouth shut when I felt him nipping my neck.
"[Your Name]..." He murmured, his hot breath is fanning my neck. "You are making it harder to resist." He mumbled as he dragged me down back to the bed. He slips in the cover with me. His arm wraps securely around me. "Sleep."
"Xiao
" I called as my sleepiness started to kick in.
"Hm?"
"I love you."
"I love you too, [Your Name]."
Omake
The moon is illuminating a certain room in Wangshu inn.
"Xiao
.what happened to my amulet?" I blinked when I noticed my empty neck.
"It broke." He deadpanned.
"Broke
?" Tears drip down to the mattress.
"W-why are you crying? Don't cry." The panicked yaksha tried to calm me down.
"...rry
"
"Eh?"
"Sorry, I broke it. Even though it's a gift from you." I hiccuped.
"...haahh.." He sighed. "I can just make it again. There's no need to cry." Xiao wiped my tears.
"But, it has a piece of your soul. When I wear it, I feel you are always with me."
"...You have me here, yet you are crying for a piece of soul." He let out a low growl.
"It's not just a piece of soul. It's a piece of your soul." I protested.
"...I will stay with you. You don't need it anymore."
"But, I want it. What if you can't be with me. At least, I will have the amulet accompanying me everywhere I go." I mumbled.
"Everywhere you go?" He raised his brow.
"Yes. Everywhere
.I...go
" *poof* A not so innocent thought just passed through my mind.
"What did you think about [Your Name]? The smirk came back. The devious yaksha has come back. Xiao leans so close, that I keep leaning back until I fall down to the mattress. Xiao traps me using his body. I can clearly smell Qingxin from him. My eyes darted around, trying to find a nonexistent escape. And part of me didn't really want to escape.
'So close!!!'
Xiao suddenly leans to my exposed neck. "Xiao...what are you-!!!!" I feel a small sting on my neck, before something wet is lapping on the spot. 'X
.Xiao bit me
?' I am sure my face right now is the same as a tomato, my eyes swirling.
"[Your Name]." He breathed out.
"Xiao
.nnnnn
." He pulled me to a dizzying deep kiss. His wet muscle quickly establishes dominance in my cavern. I fist his top so hard that I am sure it is crumpled. When he pulled back, I was still not processing it. My head is still dizzy from the kiss, mouth panting, and the mixed drool on the side of my mouth.
"...Irresistible." He wiped the drool on my mouth. He pressed a kiss on my forehead. "Today, I will let you go. Remember, when you recover, I just have to show you how much you don't need that amulet anymore." He smirked.
The blush that has finally faded away, comes back at full force.
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To Love
Is this just pure fluff about getting married to Spencer? Maybe. Is it also just pure self-indulgent writing to make me feel something in these melancholy times? Who knows. Anyway! I hope that you’ll enjoy it! (btw I’ve never been to a wedding, so if I totally wrong about how this works, I’m sorry)
Also, just a special thanks to @reidscanehand for inspiring me to start writing again! I’m a bit rusty, but I overall liked how this piece turned out :)
Spencer Reid x fem!reader (3.4k)
They had truly lucked out on the weather. 
The sun was reaching high and low, making everything shine a bit brighter than usual. The gleaming sun was accompanied by the occasional breeze, ruffling hair, cooling skin and making dresses and skirts dance effortlessly in its wake. 
There was a constant mutter of voices, a childish giggle, a cough and sometimes the occasional sneeze from the pollen filled season. The laughter was accompanied by the singing of birds high above them, insisting to partake in the joyous celebration taking place in the large garden.
The noise didn’t seem to have any effect on him, though. His mind was somewhere far away from the beautiful garden, far away from the plethora of guests that filled the pews. 
His mind was lost somewhere in the beautiful house behind him, behind a closed door. His mind was with her, as it had been for the past two years, five months, 19 days and seven hours.
She hadn’t allowed him to know anything about her dress, her shoes, her hair or even her makeup. She had insisted that everything would be a surprise; one of the only times she could have the upper hand over a genius. He had had a lot of fruitless attempts to catch a mere glance of the dress, but she had been adamant that it would be a surprise.
He could feel his heart beating in his chest, the rhythmic thumping simultaneously calming him and keeping him on edge. Anticipation filled his every atom, making him so much more aware of everything that was happening around him.
He was fiddling with his fingers, running through his vows as many times as he could, to ensure that they were perfect; that he was perfect. Cause that’s what she deserved. And he’d damn himself if he didn’t at least try to live up to that.
Unconsciously his mind slipped back into the house, trying for the life of him to picture her in front of him. In a pretty dress, but an even prettier smile grazing her lips, a smile he had been oh so lucky to be on the recipient end of for the past two years, five months 19 days and seven hours.
Just at the mere thought he could feel a smile pull on his own lips, an involuntary act that he had gotten used to over the course of their relationship. 
He may had been familiar with the effects she had on him, but in truth, he could never quite get used to her. How could he? How could anyone? How could anyone ever get used to the embodiment of kindness, of warmth, of love?
He was brought back from his reveries when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, resting heavily to get his attention.
“You good kid?” Derek asked, drawing Spencer’s attention to him instead of his shoes that he had unknowingly been having a staring contest with.
“Uh,” Spencer cleared his throat before straightening his back. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good.”
“You sure?” a smile weaved its way onto Derek’s face, before clapping Spencer’s shoulder one more time before removing his hand. “It’s not too late to call it off, you know? 
A scoff left Spencer’s lips, and he shook his head at the comment.
“As if,” Spencer said, allowing his eyes to drift from Derek to the rest of the guests and the aisle she would be walking down off in just a few moments. Amongst them he saw members from the team, both former and present, and in the front row, just a few meters away from him, his mother sat with her caretaker chatting idly with each other. 
Everyone he’s ever loved ensembled in order to celebrate him and the one he loves the most.
“Just saying,” Derek held his hands up in mocking defence, before taking his rightful spot just a few steps behind Spencer. “You nervous?”
“A bit,” Spencer admitted quietly, going back to fiddle with his fingers. “Terrified that she’s changed her mind at the last second.”
This time it was Derek’s turn to scoff, “as if.” 
Spencer turned his head to give Derek his full attention. “That girl is head over heels for you, man. It would take 10 wild horses for her not to walk down that aisle.” 
Spencer shot him a grateful smile before turning to the entrance to the house, an internal clock beginning to tick down. 
“Besides,” Derek mumbled from behind him, “Penelope has been keeping me updated. She’s walking down that aisle, trust me.”
Spencer nodded his head reassuringly to himself. She would walk down that aisle, he would say his vows perfectly, and they would live happily ever after. Just like he promised her all those months ago when he slipped that ring onto her finger.
Before he knew it, the gentle hum of music started to play, successfully quieting the guests.
The first to walk down the aisle was Henry, who had insisted to be a part of the ceremony as soon as he found out that his godfather was getting married. 
When Spencer threw the idea of Henry being the flower boy up in the air, she had a smile so big on her face, and had given him a big kiss while nodding yes, yes that would be a wonderful idea.
In his fine white shirt, Henry was meticulously throwing the petals to the ground in preparation for the soon to be bride. Henry’s eyes drifted up to his favourite uncle standing at the end, shooting him a big smile, eyes shining bright behind his glasses.
When he reached the end, Spencer subtly lowered his hand, so Henry quickly could give him a high five before he ran back to his seat in between JJ and Will on the front row.
Next down the aisle was Penelope. 
Her blonde hair was matching the sun, and her smile was brighter than Spencer’s ever seen it before. A light blue dress - more subdued than her usual dresses, but she didn’t seem to complain - was dancing around her knees as she walked towards Spencer. 
The bouquet in her hands was a bunch of wildflowers thrown together in a beautiful arrangement, aiming to look like the bouquet Spencer had given Y/N on one of their first dates. 
The first thing that she had been sure about when they had started to plan the wedding was that she wanted Penelope to be her maid of honour. 
It made sense, they had been friends for years, and it was thanks to her, and her self-proclaimed unmatchable love skills, that she and Spencer had gone on that fateful first date. When Penelope had learned that not only had the first date escalated to a second date, but even to a third date, she had been ecstatic. Spencer had never thought he had seen her so happy as when she found out.
Her happiness in that moment had only been trumped when Y/N had stopped by the office to drop something off for Spencer before a case, and there had been a shiny ring adorning her fourth finger.
Both Rossi and Hotch had hurried out of their office at the sound of her screech, only to witness the engaged couple being hugged close to death in Penelope’s grip. 
The celebration had been short lived, with the team having to hurry off to catch the plane, but not before the couple shared a sweet goodbye kiss, that made Penelope screech again.
So yeah, Penelope had been the obvious choice for the maid of honour title.
When she came up to the end, she quickly moved to hug Spencer, love and happiness spilling out of her. “Wait until you see her, boy wonder,” she whispered in his ear before moving to her rightful spot, but not before sharing a quick air kiss with Derek.
And finally, the moment had come.
The guests stood up, turning their heads to the entrance as the music changed, along with his heartbeat.
He had just thought that the erratic beating of his heart had gone back to normal, but lord and behold, the moment he laid eyes on her, it was back to beating as wildly as ever. 
Her white dress flowed around her, making her look like she was floating on a cloud. Only confirming his theory that she was a real-life angel. 
Time seemed to move in slow motion, while simultaneously moving way too fast. His heart was filled with conflict. A part of him could forever live in that moment, just observing her while she smiled so brightly at him, smiled like this was everything she’d ever wanted. Smiled like he was all she’d ever wanted. 
Another part of him wanted to run down and drag her up to stand with him. To get all of these formalities over with just so he could kiss her and call her his wife.
As she got closer, he could see the way her arm tightened around her father’s. Her eyes gleaming from happiness and tears, and the smile that was so wide, that he was sure it would split her face in half.
He was sure a similar smile was present on his face; he could feel it in the way his cheeks were hurting in the best way possible.
And finally, she was there, right in front of him, as if it had always meant to be. Spencer was quick to put out a hand to her father, receiving a firm but kind shake in return before he moved to go sit with her mother on the front row.
And suddenly, it was just them. Just the two of them; a boy and a girl so utterly in love and was about to declare to everyone willing to listen. 
“Hi,” she whispered softly, letting him take her hands in his. 
The mere action of letting his thumb run over her soft hands helped calm his beating heart.
“Hi,” he whispered back, just as sweet. 
Her hands were cold in his, presumably from the hours of preparation inside of the air-conditioned house. She looked down and let her fingers glide in between his, as the preacher started to talk.
And Spencer hates to admit it, but for once, if JJ or Derek asked after the ceremony, he would have to admit that he wouldn’t be able to recall what was said. All of his attention had been solely on her; the way she gripped his hands tighter from time to time, a sign of impatience, the way her eyes flew around his face, from his eyes to his lips, and the way she discreetly shuffled on her feet. She wanted this as much as he did.
And finally, it was time. Time for him to try to tell her about the love that fills his entire being every time he’s with her. 
He softly cleared his throat before tightening the grip on her smaller hands.
“Y/N,” he started softly, letting himself bask in her smile for just a moment before daring to continue. “I met you two years, five months, 19 days and seven hours ago. With other words, my entire life changed two years, five months, 19 days and seven hours ago.” 
There was a chuckle going around the guests, and she let out one as well, because of course - of course he knew that. How could he not?
“Before I met you, I had become content with the idea that I was likely going to be alone for the rest of my life. And I was okay with it. I had my mum and my team. The only family I thought I would ever be lucky enough to have.”
At this he took a quick glance down to the rows of guests. His mum was smiling with tears in her eyes, hand interlocked with her caretaker’s. JJ had a smile so big on her face, while she was squeezing Will’s hand for dear life. Emily, Alex and Rossi were sitting together with proud smiles on their faces as they watched the young genius proclaim the love, they always knew he had inside him. Hotch was sitting with Jack, a bittersweet smile on his face, as he remembered a wedding a long time ago.
“But then,” he turned his attention back to her, “then I met you. I met this wonderful girl who didn’t seem to think that it was strange when I told her information about her favourite flower, she just laughed and told me to tell her more. I met a girl who passionately discussed existential philosophy with me on the first date, and somehow, I managed to get a second date.”
He could feel tears starting to trail down his cheeks, likely matching those trailing down hers. 
“I remember making a promise to myself, and to Penelope,” he made eye contact with the maid of honour over his bride’s shoulders, and saw happy tears falling like a waterfall from her eyes, “that I would dedicate my life to loving you. Because I think that’s what I’m meant to do. I could give you a statistic about love, but Morgan said it’d be weird to have a statistic in my wedding vows,” a laugh broke out through the guests again, and a heavy hand clapped down on his shoulder. “So, I’ll just say that I could tell you all the theory about love, but I could never tell you how it feels to love you. How it feels to be loved by you.” He closed his eyes and brought her hands up to his lips before kissing her knuckles gently. “I love you; I believe I always have, and I promise that I always will.” 
He turned and took the ring from Derek, who to his own great shame had tears streaming down his face, before sliding it onto her finger.
“Wow,” she said gently, separating their hands briefly to try to get her tears under control. “I can’t possibly live up to the words of a genius, but I’ll give it a shot.” 
Relocking their hands, she straightened her back, and let her nerves exit her body through a sigh. “Spencer, I’ve spent years longing for love, waiting for it being my turn to be hit with Cupid’s arrow. And when I was ready to give up, a friend insisted that I gave her co-worker a chance. Just one date. And that was the best decision I’ve ever made. I’ve spent my entire life reading, analysing and writing love stories, which I’d always thought would give me an advantage when I had to write my wedding vows. But when I sat down to write how I love you, I simply couldn’t. There wasn’t a way that I think I could ever tell you how much I love you.  Because, to quote Jane Austen ‘If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more’.”
Spencer could now feel the stream of tears coating his cheeks, and he was doing everything in his power to hold back the sob that was threatening to burst from his chest.
“Two years, five months, 19 days and seven hours ago I met the love of my life. I met a boy, so willing to love me for me, and I swore to myself to never let him go. I swore to make him feel as loved as he makes me feel,” she took a deep breath before finishing off. “Spencer Reid, it’s a privilege to be loved by you, and an even bigger privilege to love you. But I will never be able to tell you just how much I love you, but I promise, that I will love you forever.”
She turned around, taking the ring from Penelope, whom by that point was as ready to sob as he was, before sliding a ring that matched hers so perfectly onto his finger.
The preacher cleared his throat before happily declaring: “I now pronounce you husband and wife. Dr. Reid, you may kiss your bride!”
And before he could help himself Spencer grasped her face in his hands and let his lips lock with hers.
Her hands found his waist as he leaned over her, forcing her to lean back, a smile spreading across both of their lips as they sealed the deal.
The moment was filled with cheering and applause from the guests, as the newlyweds pulled apart to share a big grin with each other. 
She threw her arms around his shoulders before giving him another big kiss, before they finally started to walk their way down the aisle together. Hands happily intertwined, smiles brighter than the spring sun and hearts filled with more love than they’ll ever be able to put into words. 
- 
The spring sun had set and had been replaced by the moon and her stars.
Guests were sitting around the tables laughing, eating, drinking and sharing stories about the lovely couple who hadn’t seemed to be able to take their eyes off of each other ever since the ceremony. 
They had had their first dance together without any bumps on the road and had spent the rest of the evening basking in the love that surrounded them.
As all of the guests sat around, enjoying the last part of the three-course meal, there was clinging on a glass, a little down the table from where they sat.
“Hello,” Derek said as he stood up with his glass of champagne in hand. “I’m Derek Morgan, best man, in case anyone doesn’t know.” A laugh travelled through the crowd at the charm and confidence of Derek Morgan. “And I promised pretty boy here that I would hold a speech, but I also promised to make it as non-embarrassing for him as possible. So, if you want the embarrassing version, just let me know.” Again, laughter broke out, and Emily was quick to signal that she would very much like a copy.
“I’ve known Spencer for nine years now give and take, and in those nine years I’ve witnessed your ups and downs. I’ve seen you at your lowest, and now, along with everyone else here, I get to see you at your highest,” Derek shot a smile down to Spencer, noticing the way the groom tightened his arm around his bride.
“I remember as if it was yesterday, the day Penelope excitedly came in to tell me that she had set Spencer up with her neighbour. A lovely girl with a passion for books that could even rival Spencer’s, and was in the midst of getting a PhD in English lit. A match made in heaven to quote Penelope,” Derek laughed along with the guests as Penelope blushed and rolled her eyes in her seat next to Y/N.
“And I admit, I was sceptical. Penelope has always had a passion for love, and I had witnessed a few bad blind dates orchestrated by her. But lord and behold, this was the time that she proved herself to be the best match maker of them all as she claimed herself.
“The morning after the date I saw Reid walking in with a certain skip in his step that I hadn’t seen before. He used his phone, which was a dead giveaway that something was up. And during that day I was called down to the Batcave by Penelope, who was bursting with excitement, when she had found out from Y/N that the date had turned out well. Very well in fact.”
The entire party shifted their gazes between Derek and the newlyweds, intrigued by the love story unfolding before them.
“And when I finally had the pleasure of meeting the infamous Y/N I finally understood Penelope. Because I witnessed two soulmates having found each other. I think that it’s rare for two people to match as well as you two do,” Derek said, a lump clogged his throat and tears threatening to spill, directing his attention to the groom and bride. “You two have lucked out and have found each other - you have found a love that the rest of us only dream about.”
Derek watched as Spencer leaned his head against Y/N’s giving a gentle kiss on the top of her head, all while Y/N eyes was watching Derek stand with the half full champagne flute in hand.
“So, I would like to propose a toast to Mr. and Mrs. Reid, or Dr. Reid and Dr. Y/L/N, so please raise your glasses with me,” the mass of guests raised their glasses in unison, and repeated after Derek when he called out:
“To love!”
“...is there anything on earth or heaven would have made me so happy as to have made you mine long ago?” - Lord Byron
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greenygreenland · 4 years ago
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Promise: Norman x Fem!Reader
-idk why but i’m having such a hard time writing pt 3 of Dream a Little Dream of Me, so here’s this to compensate for now
-i normally write for fem reader, but if you really wanted to, you could switch the words around in your head
-AGED UP characters because that’s been a trend in my work, so I’ll keep it constant
-just getting rid of drafts that have been sitting around for months
BRIEF MANGA SPOILERS, READ AT OWN RISK
Summary: Period cramps suck, and so does feeling burnt out and exhausted. Luckily, someone has just the remedy for you. This is after you all reach the Other Side. Emma is still missing.
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Everything hurt--from your head to your shoulders to your knees and your toes. It was like someone flipped a switch. The other day, you were fine and dandy. There wasn’t a thing that could have swept you off your feet no matter how powerful the gust of wind. You were on top of the world.
Then your period started and you woke up with cramps that left you glued to the couch. It rained the day after, and when you dragged yourself out of bed to finish some work, you found that you just couldn’t. 
An invisible rope tethered you to the ground, and the fact that it was so heavy made your head spin. Am I good enough to complete this? Will I have enough time?
Your stomach ached and your head pounded. 
I can do this. I can do this.
I can’t do this. I can’t do this.
But why couldn’t you do it? The outlines for your essays and papers were long completed, and it wasn’t like you didn’t spread it evenly throughout the week. You always stuck to the schedule. To the last letter. To the absolute ‘t’. It was all you could do to remind yourself you had control over your unpredictable life. Yet now, why was it so hard to finish the job?
The cramps absolutely massacring your poor abdomen seemed to increase by ten fold, and the gentle sun shining through your window intensified into a raging fire.
The due date was five days from now. It seemed like a while away, but you knew it wasn't. That would fly by in a flash and leave you in the dust. If there was one thing that you took to heart from Mama, then it had to be the fact that time was precious. Without paying close attention to it, then you would surely go tumbling down a hill.
"(Y/n)?"
You buried your head in your hands miserably. "I can't do this. My stomach hurts so much and I can't focus", was what you wanted to say. Instead, it came out in a muffled groan of pain. “I...can’t...”
Norman waltzed over to your desk. His gentle hands settled around your slumped shoulders, encasing them in a much-needed warmth. You heaved out a long breath, sluggishly peeking out of your arms to get a good look at Norman's handsome face. He smiled lovingly and your knitted brows eased just a little.
"What do you need me to do?" he softly inquired. "I know it's that time." You huffed in thought, a weak smile twitching upon your lips. Of course Norman knew you had your period. He was always on top of his game. Always.
"So, do you need anything, love?" Norman patiently repeated. You stared into his bright eyes and melted. Calm. Caring. Sweet. Kind. That had to be one of your favourite things about him. He always had eyes that said what you wanted to hear. Whether it be, 'I love you' to 'I'm here', Norman always seemed to know what you needed.
This time was no different.
"You."
"Hm?"
"I want you."
Norman smiled and it was like the sun at Golden Hour. He took you by the hand and helped you over to your shared bed. A heavy sigh left your lips as soon as your back hit the soft bed. Norman placed a hand on your shoulder and tucked you in with him. "What's wrong?"
You shrugged.
"Hungry?"
You shook your head.
"Tired?"
You shook your head again.
Norman hummed to himself in thought. Papers lay on you desk, scattered in a mix of opened folders and half-baked diagrams. The unsharpened pencil perched at the edge of your desk centimeters from an immediate pit-fall to the waste bin. It wasn’t like you to leave everything laying about. Mama brought you up in the best way possible. She taught you that being neat and tidy were one of the most important things to do since it helped promote focus and calmness.
You weren’t one to let yourself slip like that, unless something were really bothering you. Norman’s gaze fell on your computer screen. It glowed brightly, slowly falling silent until the screen faded.
ELA ESSAY DUE MONDAY
The computer fell fast asleep, "Essay?" Norman echoed. You nodded and he pulled you close to his chest. College wasn’t easy when you couldn’t focus. Sometimes, Norman found himself dozing off. He worked just as much as you so that no one would have to borrow money from the Ratri Clan. It was a necessary sacrifice you both agreed on so no one else would have to suffer the horrors of high school and college combined.
It wasn’t that any of it was too hard, just that it was a lot of work.
After you both graduated, you’d make your own company, and from there, make a lot of money to support everyone.
"I'm guessing you're feeling burnt out.” Norman said. “You're almost done with the essay, but you haven't touched it since last night." He ran a hand through your hair. "And since your period came yesterday, you're not feeling too well. Do you want anything to drink?"
You muttered out a small no and Norman pursed his lips. He didn't know what to do because there wasn't much to do. Your stomach hurt, yes, that was bad, but he didn't know how to make you feel better when you probably weren't going to swallow pills without choking. Tea would help, but with the way you weren't moving, it would be impossible to drink.
"I wish I could help more." Norman muttered. "Maybe I should call Ray..."
You shook your head. "It's okay. Can you...keep talking?"
Norman's brows shot up. Of course! Talking would help you forget about your cramps and worries. Either that or you'd fall asleep! Perfect. Why didn’t he think of that?
"Have you read the book The Hobbit or The Lord of the Rings?”
You shook your head. Back at the House, The Hobbit and The Lord of The Rings were nothing more than those small books tucked away in the farthest reaches of the library. They were dusty old things, so you never bothered with them. It didn’t matter how bored you were of reading the same five books over and over again, those books were simply too dusty.
You recalled the time Ray playfully kicked at you. He told you to go away and stop complaining. Of course, you didn’t listen, and went on about how you hated (book).
“In those books, there are descriptions of this place called Hobbiton.” Norman spoke like he was reading a story. The way his voice flowed like water eased your nerves, reminded you that the present existed.
All you needed was a breather.
“Now,” Norman continued, “Hobbiton isn’t just a village or town. It’s a place where Hobbits live in holes in the ground. But these aren’t cold and dark. They’re cozy, with rounded doors and grass as green as an apple. Hobbits eat more than us, so they have different names for their meals. They’re mostly friendly people, and they’re open to tea time if you’re welcome in their homes. I heard that the movies were filmed in New Zealand. I’ll take you there on vacation, and we’ll bring Emma and Ray along too.”
You smiled against Norman’s chest. You wouldn’t like that, you’d love it. After staring at the same worksheets and papers, you needed a change of scenery. Somewhere far from here, just to get a breath of fresh air.
“Yeah.” you quietly said. “I’d love that.” Norman smiled and it was like an early birthday present. “When we find Emma, we’ll go to New Zealand and sightsee. We’ll see new places, and take lots of photos.” Norman stared at the peaceful look on your face. He pecked your cheek. “I promise.”
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smellss · 4 years ago
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ocean talks - zuko x reader
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hi all!
sorry for being a bit offline i had some work i had to catch up on the last couple of days but i’m back with a zuko x reader. a little bit short but still hope you enjoy!
- smells x
the stars shone brightly in the sky as aang’s snores drifted over the group his arm was lazily wrapped around katara’s waist, sokka and toph’s bodies were entangled together everyone fast asleep except for y/n.
the group decided that a quick over night getaway would be good for everyone’s mental health, considering how busy everything has been ensuring that the construction of republic city will run smoothly.
so everyone packed up there things for the night and went camping on ember island, just like old times they rode appa there toph complaining saying they should have travelled on land and they all set up camp.
everyone talked about old memories from there travels around the fire laughing but zuko had seemed off to y/n all night 
so when the girl was moving around trying to find her source of body warmth to cuddle with she wasn’t too surprised to find the fire lord wasn’t there
y/n quietly arose from her and zuko’s sleeping mat, trying to not wake her friends from there sleep although failed chuckling at aang’s quiet snore and her friends sleeping positions that she knew they would be embarrassed about when waking.
y/n knew were zuko would be, before they fought ozai zuko and y/n had a long chat talking about there families, hopes and fears this helped them both feel less anxious about the battle. it was also there were they discussed their feelings and how after the battle was done they would be together
the place where zuko sat was beautiful a clift looking out over the ocean the moon and stars shining so brightly in the sky whilst the waves could be heard crashing gently on the shore
zuko sat there still looking out beyond the ocean the cool wind blowing gently into his hair, the moon shining down onto his face giving him a celestial glow
“love, is everything alright?” y/n whispered sitting next to zuko placing a hand over his
“you haven’t seen like yourself tonight and you know if there is ever anything wrong you can always talk to me about it” y/n said kindly to her boyfriend softly turning his head to face hers placing a kiss on his forehead, before resting her head on his shoulder
“do you remember when you and i first came here before the battle against my father?” zuko questioned still facing out towards the ocean eyes glimmering under the stars
“yes of course i do” y/n said smiling at the memory “that when you first confessed your feelings for me”
“i was so terrified that you were going to reject me and tell me you didn’t have feelings for me, that i had made up all the signs you had given me and that it was all in my head.” zuko confessed looking down at y/n resting her head on him
“but you didn’t and i thank the spirits that you love me everyday. even though i was terrified i confessed my feelings because i knew the consequences and i couldn’t live with out you in my life. coming back here with everyone just reminds of the choices i made when i was younger, how i used to act it makes me ashamed of who i am and the way i treated you hunting you down and capturing you. i’m so sorry y/n you deserve better than me” zuko looked down his lip trembling and tears threating to spill as y/n placed a hand on his cheek his eye looked up to see her teary ones
“i was scared to confess my feelings to you as well, the idea of letting a new person in especially in a romantic way was terrifying for me but i got over it because i love you zuko.” y/n declared looking zuko straight in the eye, her eyes swimming with compassion
“we all made mistakes when we were younger but we have to move one and grow you may say i deserve better but you’re wrong. i’ve seen you grow into this amazing, compassionate and kind man who i feel so lucky to be able to call my partner.” y/n gushed looking at zuko, before he slowly grabbed her face pressing his lips against hers the sound of the waves being heard as there lips moved together slowly
after there talk the couple walked back to the campsite to there mat
“goodnight my love, thank you for the chat” zuko whispered placing a chaste kiss to y/n’s forehead before wrapping his arms around the girl engulfing her in his warmth
“anytime” y/n yawned out before being overcome by the urge to close her eyes, the fire lords beating heart drifting her slowly off to sleep.
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danddymaro · 4 years ago
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Dio Brando  x reader | Pt.3
Pairing(s) : Dio x Reader x (somewhat ) Jonathan | Part 1 Phantom blood | word count:   3829 
Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘Example’
Flashbacks are in italics = Example
Timeskip: 5 years
Dio: 18-19 (because I Literally got no right answer when it came to his age.)
Jonathan and (f/n) : 18
Pt. 2 : Silver Tongue Fiend
Part. 3 | Over the years, till now.
(f/n) gazed into the small mirror, her (e/c) colored eyes shining brightly as she eyed the color painted over her mouth which delicately lined over her lips, filling out their plumpness with what seemed to be an experienced hand.
Vibrant red was perfectly colored onto her mouth and at the sight, she was filled with a large swell of pride, smiling with gaiety as the elder maid at her side chuckled softly,
"You've grown to be such a lovely young woman," The older woman said with a present smile, "And to see you now..." She mused with a soft shake to her head accompanying the words, "My...My...just to see you now...I can only ask myself where all the years gone," She said with a soft sigh, dramatizing her words just a smidge, but truly asking herself how it could have been possible for such a large gap of time to pass.
It was almost as though she blinked, and suddenly the little girl before her had grown, blossoming into the kind, humble beauty sitting before her now.
Her features had sharpened, become much more feminine and lovely in contrast with the innocent roundness of before, and perhaps she might have not stretched out too far, her height remaining the same, however, it was well noted that her body had begun to take on a lovelier shape, filling out graciously in certain spots that at first had caused her shame.
As she grew (f/n) began to notice more stares and lingering eyes, something that had unnerved her because she'd always been a rather timid one, the bashfulness remaining an unevolved trait, something she couldn't find a way past when it came to the opposite sex.
"- Now that I've helped you with this," She started, referring to the little lesson in cosmetics she'd granted the younger, " Do tell... is there a certain reason for this ?" she asked, watching the color rise over the young woman's face, a little puff of blush at each cheek unneeded as the color had already risen on it's own.
" Is there A certain reason who would just so happen to be a certain young lord?" She added inconspicuously, pretending to contemplate over the thought while already having a little idea roll around in her head.
With a palm to her cheek, (f/n) tried to calm the warmth radiating off of her face, as well as attempting to hiding the flustered expression that had taken over her, "Perhaps," she murmured softly, her eyes falling off to the side while her heart's palpitations increased.
"Perhaps there is..." she added with a bit of coyness.
(f/n) rarely ever spoke of it, knowing that whenever she did, it wasn't all too well received.
Because falling in love with a nobleman wasn't something that should have ever occurred. It should have never been something that should have grown the way it did.
- However, it wasn't as though she'd intended to be in such a position.
As a child, she hadn't known what social classes were, or at the very least truly grasped at the limitations that came with being born dirt poor.
To her, Jonathan had always simply been 'Jojo.'
He had always been Jojo, the same boy that helped her with her scraped knees as well as the only person she knew that would always ease her heart.
Jojo who protected her from rowdy, teasing boys even at his own expense.
Jojo who never once treated her as anything different despite her position in his household.
As a child, she hadn't understood why her heart bounced so much for him, and as she grew older she hadn't really understood why his sharper features had become so striking to her.
However, slowly, without understanding it, she came to love him, the feeling gradually growing throughout the years, not deterring in even the slightest, despite everything that opposed the pure love.
'Despite everyone opposed to it,' She mused with a small, lukewarm smile a bitter memory from years ago coming forth,
The scowling woman pulled her by her ear, practically throwing her in the vacant room where it was just the two of them, effectively hiding her ugly snide behind closed doors,
"You!" she said while pointing a finger towards the teen, "What in the world do you think you're doing?" She said in a harsh whisper, causing (f/n)'s heart to grow erratic, panic rising within her.
"W-what have I done?" She asked with worry, not knowing why she'd been abruptly pulled, unable to understand just why she'd been dragged away from the dark-haired male so suddenly, much less why someone who was essentially a stranger had cornered her,
"You filthy little girl," The elegantly dressed female said lowly, " You stay away from him...If know what's good for you, you will stay far away from him," she repeated, causing (f/n) to shake as she shrunk under the cobalt blue stones which now seemed sharper than straight cut diamonds.
"But...but I do-'
"George is a fool to not understand what is happening under his own roof," She huffed, pressing down her long skirt, her chin hoisted up as she glared at the much younger female.
"But I do," She said with a disgusted curl to her lips, " I'm not sympathetic to dirt like you." She uttered darkly, unable to give her any face but the icy expression frosted over her features.
(f/n) rummaged through her mind as to what she could have done to anger the other woman, desperately trying to understand why she seemed as though she wanted her head served on a platter, why with so much as a single address to Jonathan she was being chastened.
She'd never done anything wrong.
She was always good.
She was always respectful.
She always did her best.
'So why? Why does she despise me so...?' (f/n) wondered.
"I know little harlots like you," The dark haired woman spoke, A certain nod proceeding as she circled the 15-year-old, "You think that by seducing my nephew you'll buy your way out of this miserable life," She mused, chuckling darkly.
It was then that her gloved hand grasped at (f/n)'s (h/c) colored hair, roughly pulling her towards her, her face inches from the frightened girl as her glare remained imposing,
"Think again little insignificant speck of dirt. I'll make certain you lay not a finger on our fortune," She said while spitting in her face with each hard syllable, " And the same goes for that orphaned brat," She added whilst shivering in the same disgust, unable to understand how her brother was so naĂŻve, and moreso foolish for allowing his own son to associate with both as though they were equals.
She'd seen the growing fondness the two boys behaved with, as well as the small lingering stares that would so often be traded between her own blood and the trampy maid.
"You don't care about who's lives you ruin," She muttered with spite, the same cruelness in her eyes as she gazed at her, "Loose women like you don't care about destroying a family," she went on, truly despising (f/n).
She reminded her so much of another woman she knew, one who'd taken from her everything she'd loved.
"You will take a loving husband from a dutiful wife and turn him into your slave.
You will take a woman's happiness without a qualm.
You will take a good family's name and drag it into the dirt." She maundered, her grip loosened as her other hand pushed (f/n) away.
"You disgust me," She added, her hand whipping before the (e/c) eyed youth, striking her face with the back of her hand, the furious sound of the contact echoing. Caught beneath the form of aggression (f/n) gasped in pain, the tears which had already welled in her eyes falling.
Yet again she raised her hand, willing to repeat the action before she froze, her panting breaths halted as the limb stayed in the air, the action suspended.
(f/n) watched as in her blue eyes there wasn't a lick of remorse, but rather, a recollection of understanding that meant she was well aware of what another strike would do.
The thought of the repercussion stopped her, the only thing that got in her way being the consequences that would ensue.
She'd terribly bruise (f/n), and once that was done, the maid could extort her for the simple act.
'I know well who you are,' She thought to herself, having enough in her to draw back instead,
Huffing out amused, little chuckles that held dark amusement, the noblewoman instead used her raised hand to fix the rebellious dark strands that had fallen forward during the ordeal,
"To continue to touch you," she muttered, the rest of her words dying out, unheard by (f/n).
"...It's all beneath me," the Joestar said while pulling off her delicate, white laced gloves, throwing them aside,
"Let this be a lesson you keep," The elder woman suggested, her abrupt turn causing her long tied hair to whip behind her, leaving (f/n) stunned as she stared at her back.
It was slow at first, but soon (f/n) processed the other's words, as well as the utter hate that had been weaved within them, all of which struck her violently as it fell over her in a large tidal wave that drowned her.
(f/n) could trust Agatha, tell her the truth because she was a bright woman that never ceased her smile, even during dark days. And much more, she always encouraged (f/n).
However, there was a hidden reason behind the more mature woman's behavior as well.
Agatha was already well aware of the way the world worked and had found out how vicious it'd been to her kind.
It would have been easy to cut down (f/n), to remind her she was essentially nothing, however, 'I know you've already heard it,' Agatha mused. 'I know you've been met with hate you don't understand,' she went on, feeling sympathetic.
'I know your starting to understand... ' She then thought to herself, realizing that perhaps she should also attempt to curve her from having those feelings for the young lord, just as others did.
However, ' I won't be able to convince you to stop loving him,' She reasoned. ' No amount of words I use will cause you to take back the feeling. But they will further break you.
They will cause you to believe you truly are nothing.
they will provide you with the same callousness the rest of the world does.' she thought to herself, wanting the young woman to have at least one person to remind her that she was, all in all, a person.
Despite everything she didn't have, she could be happy.
Moreover, her feelings mattered.
' The whole world will break you down... so I have to be willing to make up for its unkind treatment of you.
Otherwise, the bitterness will consume you. That or the wretched sorrow will swallow you whole,' she thought knowingly, well aware of the many routes of fate that could be taken because, in all her years of servitude, she'd seen it happen again and again.
"...Ah," Agatha sounded out, " is it Dio?" she said with wide, excited eyes. "Would it be Dio?" She asked her with a strange sort of elatedness whirling within her dark eyes.
'Because then perhaps your love will be accepted.' She thought to herself, only a small reason as to why she was so joyous,
" I've seen the way you smile at him!" She sang, " And I've also noticed how much he lingers towards you," she added, having actually caught the blonde in wait, on more than one occasion catching the sight of what seemed to be a soft graze of delicate pink of his face while in (f/n)s presence.
At the mention (f/n) froze, because it'd never crossed her mind, the idea had never even seemed like a probable outcome for her, until then of course while it was voiced out.
" Dio... he's... he's been kind to me," (f/n) said while speaking truthfully.
Perhaps it was the years she'd spent with him, but she'd grown a genuine fondness for him, coming to love the man as well, but not to the same degree she did the first.
At least ...that is what she convinced herself to believe.
While Jonathan had a special place reserved in her heart as a man, Dio had one as a companion, a confidant she could trust. There was no doubt in her mind she loved him, however, it wasn't anywhere near the same feeling she had for the Joestar.
"He is handsome," (f/n) told herself, unable to deny that the blond was a very attractive man.
He'd sported a strong build, not quite as powerful as Jonathan, but all the same, fit and with a lovely physique seemed to be carved marble.
She'd caught sight of him only once without his firmly pressed suit, and it was something she desperately tried to forget because his state of undress had been something she could see even whilst she closed her eyes to rid herself of the undeniably beautiful sight.
She'd been conflicted over the sudden jump of her heart, swallowing down harshly as she tried to rid herself of the feeling that dared to betray her first love.
'He's got strong muscles... powerful arms,' she mused, for just a moment thinking of him in another way besides the chaste one she typically did and tried to always do.
- She'd always pushed aside the idea, believing that it wasn't something she should do.
"...And his eyes, they're as sharp as cold cut rubies, small gleaming stones that glimmer in the sunlight," she said while closing her own eyes, remembering the striking orbs down to the last detail, because more than once he'd stared into hers, forcing her to burn the memory of the intense gaze.
" He's a handsome man," she determined, repeating it yet again. "And though cold at times, there is a tenderness to him I can't overlook," she said with fondness, taking a strand of (h/c) colored hair and twirling it with her finger.
(f/n) cried, her quiet sobs suppressed by a trembling hand as she'd been left to herself.
During then Dio stare down at her, his eyes mellowed at the sight of her defeated form as she laid crumbled like a wadded paper thrown aside,
"What's the matter with you?" He asked her, his tone unchanged from its usual state as he came down to her, a hand placed onto her shoulder,
"(F/n)? " He questioned her, his voice then softened.
It was then that his fingers strummed beneath her chin, holding her in place, successfully forcing her to gaze up at him, her wet, reddened eyes locked onto his.
As though the tearstains and dejected face weren't enough, he noticed the glowing mark fresh on her face, the sight of it causing his fingers to use more pressure,
He marveled at the angry print on her face, his brows knitted south all the while, "What happened to you, huh?" he asked her, coaxing no answer out of her as she refused to answer him, her head shaking furiously as she tightly pressed her lips together,
"Please Dio..." She started, all the while still crying, " Please go away, please..." She said weakly, not wanting to say just what had occurred because it heavily ached at her chest.
- Because she knew that he would agree as well, as he was a person to remind her of the futility of her yearning love.
He'd always told her, and yet naively, she'd argued against him, believing his words to be something that came from a place of envy and spite because he had never felt A love of his own.
- But now she was well aware that he'd only repeated to her the ways of the world, what was an unspoken law.
'He's been warning me all along,' She thought to herself, feeling so stupid.
The fairy tale books she'd read were all just silly conjuring of women just as foolish and delusional as her. That, or they were written by those who could reach the stars; Those who had a path laid out for them to happiness.
All the while he glared down at her, knowing that somehow the female Joestar had played a part in her sadness because he was no fool.
"Did she do this to you?" He asked her, his other hand trailing the back of his fingers down the stinging spot, "Did she strike you?" He asked her, eyeing the angry mark, a sudden darkness to his eyes that caused them to dim like dried blood.
At her silence, he grit his teeth together, both hands falling to her forearms as he squeezed them tight, refusing to let go,
"Of course she did," He muttered lowly, a sharpness to his tone that made (f/n) shiver.
"That old hag," he added darkly, well aware of her bitter heart, feeling a brooding feeling fester within him as he felt (f/n) shake in his arms, wordlessly confirming his suspicion.
Upon first meeting Sophronia Joestar he'd despised the snooty nosed woman, knowing that he'd be pushed down by her. No matter how hard she tried to hide her disgust for him behind feigned smiles and overly sweet words, he wasn't fooled by her act.
He wasn't fooled like his adopted father was, nor was he as naive as his adoptive brother was.
'I know her true nature,' He thought to himself, ' Just as I know your unfeigned innocence to be true,' He added.
"she dared to strike you," he said while he yet again trailed his fingers down her face, the pads of them brushing over the spot with even more tenderness,
'She dared touch you.'
'She dared make you weep....'
annoyed he pulled her close, his right hand pressed behind her head to lay her head on his chest while his opposite arm curled over her waist, pressing her to him,
' only I will make you weep.' he told himself. ' only I can touch you both viscously and sweetly," he added, his possessive nature over her spiked.
was it sweetness he felt?
he wondered why his heart rippled with a soft pang as he sat, watching her cry onto his chest as he held onto her.
He questioned himself on just why that same ripple then spread throughout his being, infecting his body with the same warmth of her body, providing pleasantness that made him swallow down thickly.
' when you cry... it vexes me,' he told himself, his chin planted over her head, the point laid onto her (h/c) colored locks. ' when you hold me... I feel disgusted,' he then sneered, his arms strained with how strongly he pulled her to him.
' and when you utter my name so pathetically...' he added hearing her breathe out his name with the same sorrow,
'I know you need me. And it only scathes me more,'
' it causes my blood to boil,' he continued on, his brows drawn down south as he curled his fingers down to her flesh, his nails digging through her uniform.
he could feel a deep scathing bubbling within him as he kept her still in his arms.
He despised the feeling of her pressed against him, much more every bit of him that melted into her.
And he hated with a passion how little he could do to ease her, how she'd yet to fall under his spell completely.
'If it were Jojo here...' He started, inhaling the smell of her sweet-smelling hair which held the same fragrance as sweet, dried flowers, 'You would have melted, would you have not?' He thought to himself, pressing her onto his body the most he could, the intimacy of their fitting figures causing his skin to riddle with little bumps.
'Perhaps you would have forgotten your sorrow... instead, loving the tender moment, would you have not?' he asked himself, thinking he knew her too well.
'I am not Jojo...nonetheless, cry into my arms, fall onto me more,' He silently told her, seeing her do so without any say as she found comfort in his hold.
'Whisper my name more...search for solace within me... because unlike he, I will find a way to rid you of your sorrows so only I will be left.
So only I may control those pestering tears,' he mused, holding her tightly.
(f/n) remembered with fondness how protectively he'd held her, as well as how tightly he'd pulled her until she calmed, something that convinced her that he cared.
It was then that she remembered yet another memory from long ago, going far back in time into the first instance she'd felt any warmth for him,
'When we were children still...
When you first cornered me and I felt fear...
Dio...I remember then that you'd mentioned something that I've only thought of just now:
You'd mentioned a desire to be loved, as well as a want for my own care.
It's safe to say that now, I feel care.
And I do feel love for you as well.
However, along with those feelings, I also feel something there that I try not to think of too much,' She thought while swallowing down thickly at the little daring feeling that caused her heart to loudly drum.
'Would you feel as much resentment as I feel towards myself If I were to admit to you that during all this time there's been a blossoming feeling within my chest for you?
Would you feel disgusted at knowing that it's beginning to challenge my love for Jonathan?
Would you think I am disgusting?
Would you find me to be just as revolting as Madam Sophronia finds me to be?
I try not to dwell upon this growing sentiment, however... I can only do so much. I can only push it down until I let my guard down again.
Jojo ...
Dio...
I...
I've loved Jojo for so many years.
I've shared so much with him... However, the mere thought of Dio makes my heart jump.
It's invading. It's frightening.
It's yet to grow just as large, or even close to as fierce, but it's there, nestled within me...
A desire for him...
A strange sweetness that lingers...'
At the sight of (f/n)'s expression dulling Agatha placed her hands on (f/n)'s shoulders, a gentle kiss laid at the crown of the young woman's head,
"Whether it be master Jonathan or master Dio, They would be fortunate to have your heart," She encouraged, being granted a small smile in return, one that was somewhat lukewarm and troubled as the young maid began to unravel plenty of dormmate feelings she'd repressed.
Pt. 4 : Foolish
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the-dragons-knight · 3 years ago
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FFXIV Write 2021
Prompt #10 - Heart Beat
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<Post-Heavensward MSQ, but no major spoilers>
Heady - ‘having a strong or exhilarating effect’
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Katsum hardly even noticed the cold as she fiddled nervously with her chakrams as she peeked around the edge of the tall curtains that hid the dancers from the eyes of the gathered crowd. She recognized many of the faces she saw amongst them. She saw Hilda and people of the Brume and the Watch, and the orphaned children who were talking and laughing together. The counts of the four noble houses were gathered as well; in fact all of House Fortemps was in attendance. Even Vidolfnir and a few of the young dragonets from Anyx Trine had come, the great white dragon laying back behind the crowd a ways where she was talking with Lucia and Maelie, the young dragonets fluttering curiously above her while they chattered excitedly to be in a city of man. While seeing these familiar faces certainly did not help ease her worry, the true culprit of her anxiety was the raven-haired commander that was having a deep conversation with a few of the temple knights; Aymeric de Borel.
Her cat-like sapphire eyes traced the contours of his profile, watching his lips move and his eyes alight as he gestured towards the two knights and they smiled and nodded. The snow flakes in his raven black hair did not go unnoticed either, the bits of ice forming a halo. He looked ethereal, like a handsome prince, and it brought the warmth to her face still to know that he had chosen her. The way her heart melted when they were together was still so strange to her, but the way it had fluttered that night and through that first kiss, she’d never forget it. The only issue is that now she would feel so shy sometimes around him, and she worried about what impression that gave people having only seen her be the stoic and serious knightess of light.
“So
are you going to go and talk to him, or do I need to do it for you?” Katsum jumped at the voice that came from behind her, her tail fluffing up as she turned to see Ranaa standing there, a wide-eyed look on her face before she giggled, “My goodness, I’ve never seen you caught off guard, Katsum. Are you alright?”
Katsum sighed and tried to compose herself and wipe the warmth from her cheeks as she found it hard to meet her gaze, “Yes. I’m alright. Just
seeing how many people had gathered.”
“Aaaaaand looking for a certain someone, yeah? Who is he?” She winked at Katsum before slowly backing off, “Sorry, I don’t mean to pry.”
Katsum felt her ears lift from her skull as she realized she’d been glaring, her features softening as she reached out towards Ranaa, “No, no, I’m
I’m sorry Ranaa. I'm not used to my thoughts showing so freely. It's very strange to me.”
Ranaa blinked, but nodded with a soft smile, “It’s because of that man, yes? He’s quite handsome, and very kind and noble from the conversations he is having.”
A breath of a smile graced Katsum’s lips as she nodded, “He is Aymeric de Borel, the Lord Commander of the Temple Knights and the leader of Ishgard itself
and he is indeed a very noble and chivalrous knight.”
“Aw, and he’s caught your eye, I see! Well, my question still stands, do you need me to introduce you?”
“N-n-no, we are already well acquainted I
” She sighed before she spoke seriously, “He and I know each other very well, I assure you. I just
get nervous around him sometimes lately.” No one knew they were seeing each other as they had decided to keep it secret until the excitement in Ishgard had settled so that no odd rumors could truly gain any traction. Still, it was hard to wear her emotionless mask around him as much anymore, and she could only guess what that meant.
“Probably on account of your feelings for him I’d guess, but that means this is the perfect chance to get his attention!” Ranaa excitedly bounced on her heels as her tail swished with her excitement, “You dance so beautifully and so gracefully there is no way he won’t notice! And as we are lifting their spirits and fighting against the shadows weighing down their souls, he surely won't be able to take his eyes off you!” She grinned and gestured to the Thavnarian style dress Katsum wore, “And with that exotic dress, who could resist looking at you~”
Katsum’s jaw dropped as her embarrassment returned, “Ranaa, please!”
The dark-skinned miqo’te giggled as she started stepping backwards, “Alright, we are ready to start whenever you are, yeah? You look amazing as always, Katsum, and you’ll be sure to chase any shadows with your dance.” She then turned and headed back to the other trope members.
The blonde miqo’te sighed and stood up straight, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath to steady herself and calm her nerves. Her feelings for him. The fluttering in her chest and the want to be around him and spending time with him.When put like that, it was little wonder it was hard to wear her ‘mask’ as it surely fell off every time her heart started beating out of her chest. There was a part of her deep down that was excited to dance for him too she realized, and so she tried to tap into that feeling as she turned and followed Ranaa so that the show could begin.
— — — — — — — — — —
“Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you all for coming!”
Katsum gripped her chakrams tightly as she listened to the trope member’s words, taking deep breaths to calm herself. Ranaa placed her hand on her shoulder and nodded with a smile, a quiet affirmation of ‘You got this’ to which Katsum smiled weakly back and nodded. Her heart was still beating loudly in her ears, but she focused on her breathing and then ran through the steps of the dance in her head.
And she planned to lock eyes with him the very moment she could.
“Without further ado, I give you
the dancers of Trope Falsiam!”
In unison, she and Ranaa moved into their starting poses as the curtain began to draw back. Katsum peered through her chakram where it covered most of her face, waiting impatiently to catch the ice blue gaze of the Lord Commander. As the curtain revealed them, the crowd erupted into applause, but the only thing Katsum saw was Aymeric’s widened eyes as he saw her. It scared her for a moment before she noticed the red dusting on his cheeks and she realized he was flustered slightly. That made her heart flutter in kind and spurred her feet forward.
The music began and the two dancers moved and spun to the beat, slow at first as they awaited the rest of the instruments to join the lute, ever moving further onto the stage as they did. Katsum kept her eyes locked with Aymeric as she spun on her foot and sliced through the air slowly with her chakram, willing her body to move more gracefully than she ever had before. He seemed to be locked into place, his eyes following her every move. She blushed lightly at the thought but she smiled warmly at him, which he returned.
The music picked up then and a new confidence burned in her breast as she quickened her steps and sliced through the air. The colored petals and feathers of light began to appear to the amazement of the crowd as she and Ranaa danced on opposite sides of the circle moving clockwise around it. And as the lights grew, the shadows began to take shape, the darkness slithering out of the peoples hearts and into the ring, gathering together into the forms of many-faced monsters. The people gasped at the sight of them but Ranaa and Katsum continued to dance to calm them. As the knightess drew near to one, the shadow hissed and reared back its clawed hand.
“Now, Raihogg.” Katsum whispered and her necklace glowed gently, a new red light of dragon scales appearing around her as she spun and threw her chakrams into the attacking shadow. Again it hissed and tried to advance, but she was far too quick, catching her weapons and throwing them again in quick succession to push it further back. She glanced over to Aymeric again, seeing his eyes brightly shining with amazement as the crowd around him cheered and she grinned and wound up her next step. Crouching low, she called for Raihogg’s strength again to brighten the glowing scales as she held her weapons close and ready for the jump. With a breath, she launched herself forward, spanning a few yalms in the blink of an eye and slicing through the shadow as she passed through it. The beast screamed before exploding into sparks and fading away.
Another scream echoed behind her and Katsum spun gracefully to see Ranaa taking down the other one at that same moment. She grinned confidently at Katsum and they returned to their dance, spinning and slicing the air as they danced the circle and moved towards each other in the center. When they finally reached it, they danced around one another for a moment before they turned back to back and froze their starting position once more facing the crowd, the beat of the music ending as they stopped. The crowd erupted in applause and cheers at their performance, the air about them all feeling much lighter now that the darkness had been vanquished. Katsum and Ranaa smiled at each other as she relaxed and bowed to the crowd with the rest of the troupe.
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Katsum bowed in thanks as the few temple knights waved their goodbyes and made their way back to their posts. She sighed contently, happy to know their spirits were a bit lighter this day without so much darkness whispering of all they’d lost in the war. It made her happy to know that a ‘simple’ dance was able to help them breathe a little clearer.
“Ah there you are,” She turned to meet the ice blue gaze of the raven-haired commander as he stepped up to her with a warm smile on his face, “I am glad to have caught you before you left. That was an amazing performance. I had no idea you were dancing!”
Katsum smiled shyly, twirling a strand of hair as her tail swished behind her bashfully, a shiver slightly shaking her for a second before she replied, “Thank you, and yes, I’ve been working with the troupe for a few months now and learning their dances. It was they who found me after a storm destroyed my boat as I was sailing away from my home, and they who found Soldier and brought him back to me. I’ve kept in touch ever since, and finally decided to learn the Dancer’s trade.”
He nodded, “I remember when they brought your horse to Camp Dragonhead, and might I say that you have certainly learned the trade well,” His eyes flitted down for a moment and she blushed as she realized he was trying his best not to stare at her exposed skin, “It was certainly a beautiful
and deadly dance.”
She shivered again as her ears dropped and she nodded, “T-Thank you.”
His smile faded as he noticed her shiver and quickly shed himself of his fur coat, “May I?”
She blinked in surprise but nodded, letting him move close and drape the coat over her shoulders. Katsum smiled and wrapped the furred coat around herself, happily breathing in his scent that lingered on it, “Thank you, Aymeric. I didn’t realize how cold I was.”
“Of course. Can’t have the Warrior of Light freezing after her most beautiful display of dance
” Aymeric swallowed thickly then, a bright blush dusting his cheeks as she noticed he was fidgeting and pulling down his royal-blue shirt collar slightly as his eyes darted back and forth from her own to where his coat hid her dress.
“Aymeric, are you
?”
“Yes, yes! Of course, I am just fine, I assure you
I would just like to say
you were stunning and I could scarcely take my eyes off of you, but I also would ask perhaps
could you wear a different dress for your dancing? While this one is
ravishing, it is rather
revealing if you understand my meaning.”
It took a moment for it to truly hit her what he had said, yet the moment it did, Katsum’s ears stood up as her tail fluffed and a deep red blush covered her face. Becoming far more subconscious than she had been, she wrapped the coat around her more tightly, hiding her burning face against the furs of the collar.
She nodded as her entire body burned from embarrassment, “I-I’ll uh
see what I can do
but i’ll also hang on to this one
in case I ever
need it
”
Now it was his turn to blush darkly and they both thanked the heavens no one around to see, “Right! As you should. Never uh
never know.”
She nodded as she coughed and shook her head to clear her mind, and brought up another topic to speak on which he was most gracious for and soon the moment of embarrassment had passed. From afar, Ranaa watched out of the corner of her eye while she was speaking to some of the audience members and smiled seeing them, happy to see that someone was helping Katsum find the parts of herself that lay hidden under her stoic mask.
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alltheworldsinmyhead · 4 years ago
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                                          time, wondrous time
                                           elain & azriel & lucien  //   ao3
Time, curious time
Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs
Were there clues I didn't see?
And isn't it just so pretty to think
All along there was some
Invisible string
Tying you to me?
Bright sunlight wakes Elain up, relentlessly tapping on her closed eyelids until she groans softly; making her clammy skin sizzle. She cannot escape from it, not sandwiched naked between two bodies the way she is. Flushed all-over, not an inch of her untouched; her cheek pressed to one male’s back, her legs tangled up with another’s. Some minuscule human part of her left weeping in shame, quietly, somewhere too deep inside her to bother with it.
Instead of hiding underneath thin sheets, she spits out a strand of hair stuck to her lower lip and begins grounding herself. It’s a slow, meticulous process, boring and alike to fishing out pebbles of a certain shade from a riverbed full of all kinds of rocks – but then, Elain’s well versed in it for now. Last night’s memories are a bit brighter, a bit more solid than all of the other images blooming in her head. There is laughter and auburn wine, the taste of it on her tongue, pomegranate juice dripping down her neck until it was licked off. Sand-colored marble kissing the bare soles of her feet when she was running through the corridors. Sheer silk swishing around her calves.  Sweet ache coiling deep in her belly, between her slick thighs, the release hard enough to leave her feeling breathless, almost empty. There’s snow falling in the Steppes,  chubby cheeks and round, silver-blue eyes of her mother-
Which don’t belong to yesterday, nor to any of the yesterdays before. Elain indulges herself though; let’s happiness and adoration fill her to the brim when she stays with this image for a bit longer. Those tiny fingers locked around a lock of her sister’s hair, Nesta’s cooing, a lullaby falling from her lips soft like a caress
  It’s too nice, too delicious to not melt into this vision.  
But then - a rough hand slides up her thigh, fingers tracing the arch of her hipbone. Quiet laughter echoes when she trembles in response.
The future bursts like a soap bubble in the air and Elain falls painfully into here and now. She bares her throat to rest the back of her head on Azriel’s chest, smiling brightly with her eyes still firmly closed when he presses a kiss underneath her jaw.
‘’Good morning, Elain.’’ He whispers.
Before she can reply, a familiar warmth spills deep inside her belly – happiness and annoyance and pleasure mixed up in equal measure – and Lucien huffs, his voice muffled by the pillow:
‘’Why do you always have to wake up so early?’’
It’s the sun. – Elain wants to say, want to sing-song into his ear until he fully awakens.- It’s the sun and you are the one responsible for it.
But she’s too content, too comfy – so he blindly moves her hand from Lucien’s waist to his back, traces loopy I love you-s on the bare skin with her fingertips as the bond inside her purrs like a cat in response. She can feel the silky strands of his hair brushing her knuckles and, for the thousandth time, she vows she’ll never let him cut them.
‘’Good morning.’’ She lets out an exhale. ‘’The sun’s telling you to rise and shine, my lord.’’
Azriel’s near-soundless laugh makes the bed shake a bit. It’s her favorite sound in the world – as beautiful as her future nephew’s shrieks of joy, as beautiful as Nesta’s singing voice.
As beautiful as Lucien’s fond, irritated groan.
‘’You two will pay me back for it, you know.’’
Oh, she knows.
Lips and hands and cocks and wings and starlight underneath her eyelids; and moans and names and curses; in the daylight, in the moonlight; on the soft grass in her personal garden, bees buzzing around them as they make love, her knees scraped raw, teeth-marks on her neck, finger-shaped bruises on her thighs.
Before now – before them, she didn’t know it’s even possible to feel such ecstasy, that sex can be like this. She doesn’t know how she was managing to live without it, how she did not crave this connection as one craves air every second, every heartbeat of her life.
‘’Is that a threat or promise, oh mighty High Lord?’’ Azriel snickers and Elain hides her face in Lucien’s hair to suppress her giggle. ‘’Be careful not to bite more than you can chew.’’
‘’I think we all know I can chew plenty.’’ Lucien shoots back, unflinchingly. Just enough bite in his tone that she squeezes her thighs together, that she feels Azriel’s hand climbing up the ladder of her ribs to brush her breast.
‘’Shush, both of you.’’ She whispers. ‘’It’s too early for that.’’
She can almost feel Lucien’s grin on her own lips.
‘’It’s never too  early for that.’’
Like a cat waking up from a nap on a sunny afternoon, Elain slowly stretches her body- brushing, caressing, electing hisses and groans left and right in process, her bones and muscles re-forming from their half-molten state when she yawns.
And then she opens her eyes.
Lucien has turned to lay flat on his back, smiling at her in the light of the morning. There are pillow creases pressed on his cheek and she almost manages to reach out and touch them before Azriel throws his arms across her torso and beats her to it.
Darling, terrible Azriel, all the impossible contradictions of him. All brutality and goodness, quiet agony, dark humor.  How delicately his hand caresses  Lucien’s cheek.  How delicately he touches her, every time, until she tells him not to – as if she was something holy and precious, and worth living for.
Life’s – life’s just this, being tangled up, tied into a knot with her mate and her beloved, her glorious, gorgeous, grand lovers keeping her tethered, keeping her safe. Not for the first time, Elain feels a quiet glee at this thought – oh, let her sisters’ keep their mates and their great love stories full of heartbreak and pain, and impossible choices. Elain refused to go down this road. Elain refused impossible choices.
Elain, for the first time in her life, took a stand for something, refused to let the tide of fate to carry her from one place to another as if she was a petal on the wind.
And Elain is adored.
And Elain adores in return.
She wants to melt in-between them, slither underneath their ribs, bind them together for all eternity. Time is a river and she has long ago stopped drowning – now she’s swimming like a fish, no longer gasping for air, no longer cold and lost. The Cauldron’s power hums in her, this horrifyingly ancient beast Nesta has conquered and Elain has tamed: you’ll go first, you’ll go first into this ageless dark, sweet doe.
And how exactly does it matter?
Lucien turns his face slightly to press his lips to the inside of Azriel’s hand. His own hand grips her waist to press her closer, closer; the three of them, hips pressing together, legs entangling, until their heartbeats sound like one perfect harmony in her ears.
How does it matter, when they will have each other even when I’m gone?
Her human life, brief and long evaporated like a puff of an exhale on a frost morning.
The centuries of love she got in exchange.
Feyre,  her little sister always so nosy beyond measure, burning in curiosity when she asks, time and time again, how does it even work, as if the three of them sat down around the business table the way Nesta sits with foreign traders to discuss terms and conditions; Mor biting the inside of her cheek not to laugh whenever Elain just shrugs in response. It’s not strange for her, loving them both, sharing and being shared. She has always had too much love inside her anyway, too much to know how to use it properly – wasting it on undeserving human men and pretty, petty things, this love without a purpose that she has now. Enough love for both of the best men she has ever met, both of them always so hungry for love, starved for it.
Elain has shed her humanity and all her human inhibitions the way silk dress slides to the marble floor, exposing skin and flesh begging to be touched – kept them on her and then got rid of them all at once, instantaneously.
Future rushes through her mind like a waterfall, all the good things: roses blooming, stars falling, Feyre’s rounded belly and her son’s first word, Lucien’s hungry gaze, Cassian’s deep laughter and Nesta’s silver one, rows and endless rows of books in the thousand libraries all toppled over, Azriel sleeping peacefully by her side-
Elain rests her head on Lucien’s shoulder and tangles her fingers in Azriel’s hair when he hides his face in the crook of her neck. The Day Court keeps them warm and safe when they drift back into dreams.
Oh, how truly blessed she is.  
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ikemen-girl · 4 years ago
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IKEMEN SENGOKU: Suffering...
Mitsuhide×MC
Genre: Hurt/Comfort...
Trigger warning: Mention of death.
A/N: I know this is the last day of the year 2020😂, I am wishing you all a very happy new year in advance & I am extremely sorry for breaking your delicate hearts but I really wanted to write it since a long time as our soft & sneki boi deserves all the love in the world. So let's begin this story with our favourite kitsune! I hope you like it❀! Comments are appreciatedâ€đŸ™đŸ».
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"We made it back!", loud cheers erupts as Mitsuhide's army entered the castle gates of Azuchi.
"Lady Akechi, they are here!", a maid informed her excitedly about the return of Mitsuhide, unharmed and successful.
She has been waiting eagerly for Mitsuhide since the last night knowing that he will return from his mission today. He informed her before departing that he will return in a week once he completes his mission.
She had prepared everything for his return to see fulfill his need for relaxation after a small yet gruesome mission, she wanted nothing more than his happiness.
"My love", she murmured beaming with happiness hearing the news of the arrival. She practically jumped on her feets as she ran fast through the hallways towards the entrance of the Azuchi Castle.
"MC, I know you are happy but safety first!", shouted Hideyoshi as he spotted her.
"I am sorry Hideyoshi but I can't stop, Mitsuhide is back!", she replied laughing at his friend's nagging.
"That's my lass, Cheer up Hideyoshi!", Masamune howled with laughter placing his hand on Hideyoshi's shoulder standing besides him.
Meanwhile, Nobunaga took the chance to eat his favourite konpeito leaning back on his armrest with a smirk on his face as Hideyoshi was busy elsewhere paying no mind to his other vassals staring at him.
"If she trip on her way, it will be a huge pain..", Ieyasu sighed yet there was a small smile on his face as he noticed her happiness as she ran outside.
"I am extremely happy for MC!", Mitsunari smiled brightly causing Ieyasu to go, "Ugh! Not again!".
She spotted Mitsuhide besides Kyubei quickly as they both made the way through the castle's entrance.
"MITSUHIDE!", she exclaimed happily as she threw her arms around him the moment he came walking directly towards her.
He wrapped his arms around her and she pulled back to look at his face, "Welcome back, Mitsuhide!", she smiled happily at him.
She didn't miss the crease in his eyebrows that appeared for a moment as soon as she said that to him & she wondered if she did something to upset him but when she peered carefully at his face, his smile was clearly strained, there was not a hint of a warmth in his eyes, as he stared blankly into distance.
Mitsuhide caught her staring at him and he quickly patted her hair, "Ah! Thank you!", he replied but it felt off to her but she held his hand as she lead him inside the castle.
"Hold on Mitsuhide! Just how many times should I tell you to inform us of the dangerous stunts you pull? You disappeared without so much as a word again.You are so reckless for your own good, you better explain---", "Not now, Hideyoshi!", Mitsuhide cut him off coldly.
Hideyoshi, Masamune, Ieyasu, Mitsunari were all taken aback by the sharpness in his tone for a moment.
"Mitsuhide..", she gently placed her hand on his shoulder to calm him down.
"I knew it, something is not right, Mitsuhide isn't the one to lost his cool easily, which is so unusual as he generally brushes off Hideyoshi playfully but there was a edge of anger in his tone today", she thought.
He took a deep breathe, regaining his composure, "Hideyoshi, I came from a long journey, I will listen to your nagging tomorrow", he said it with his usual foxy grin.
"Kyubei!", Mitsuhide called his most trusted vassal.
"Yes, Milord!", Kyubei responded quickly.
Mitsuhide cast a glance towards him and Kyubei nodded.
"Got it Milord! I will report to Lord Nobunaga in your stead!", replied Kyubei.
Mitsuhide nodded as he looked back at her, who looked surprised to say the least, as usual.
She was always weirded out that Kyubei could always read his thoughts even when Mitsuhide didn't say a word.
"You both are so awesome! I wish I could also read Mitsuhide like you, Kyubei!", she said happily.
Mitsuhide raise a eyebrow at her amused but let out a sigh.
"Oh you flatter me, milady!", Kyubei responded with a warm smile.
"Sorry Hideyoshi but we should better go now..", she said holding Mitsuhide's arm.
Hideyoshi nodded as she lead Mitsuhide inside glancing back to cast a apolegetic look towards them.
"Chill Hideyoshi! He probably must be stressed!", Masamune reassured him as Hideyoshi looked on worriedly. "I must say that I have never seen him looked so angry", Ieyasu commented. "Yes, Lord Ieyasu, I was little scared for a moment there...", Mitsunari added. "Oh for the love of---", Ieyasu grunted.
Back in their room, she gave him fresh clothes silently and Mitsuhide took a warm bath while she went in the castle kitchen to carry a tray of warm vegetable soup, tea and sweets for him which she prepared.
"Hm? Where did she go?", Mitsuhide wondered as he came back after his bath.
Mitsuhide was sitting at his desk, his hair wet, he was lost in his thoughts with a grim expression on his face as she stepped inside with the tray.
"Mitsuhide, you will catch cold this way..", she kept the tray on his desk and went on to dry his hair with towel gently and started combing his hair like he did for her countless times while Mitsuhide simply closes his eyes when she is at it.
"Here, open up!", she brought a spoon of soup towards his lips.
"Little one, I am not hungry..", Mitsuhide sighed with a tired smile on his face.
"Come on Mitsuhide, Kyubei told me you haven't eaten since last night, it's not good for your health, okay, just a little bit, I made it for you, please...", she looked at him with a warm smile, pleading eyes to which Mitsuhide can never refuse, so he opens his mouth slowly.
Her face lit up as she feeds him happily and he finished everything despite refusing to eat initially.
She started massaging his shoulders to which he let out a relieved sigh of pleasure. "Mitsuhide..", she spoke slowly to express her concern. "Hmm?", Mitsuhide replied.
She sat down infront of him and held his hands to give him warmth while posing a single question with a very gentle voice, "Was this mission too hard on you?" She didn't miss the way, his shoulders twitch at her question.
Mitsuhide was taken aback, he expected that she would be asking that if he is alright or what happened at the war, he certainly didn't expect her to strike a chord with the question about his feelings. He felt a lump in his throat as the painful memories flashed infront of his eyes.
"You surprised me once again, my silly little mouse..", said Mitsuhide with a tired smile.
"Mitsuhide, I know you always tell me that your missions are a secret for me as you are concerned about my happiness but today I am worried about you and your feelings, I want you to rely on me more, remember when you came to give me this hairpin on that rainy day, I told you that I don't want you to shoulder everything on your own & suffer alone, the only thing I wish for everyday is your well being, afterall how I can be happy when you are clearly troubled?", she said cupping his cheeks in her soft hands and looking deep into his eyes as if she was trying to look deep inside his heart.
Upon noticing a bit of hesitation in his gaze, she retreated her hands back, she didn't want to force him so she smiled at him gently, "It's okay if you don't want to share right now but I am here to listen to you anytime when you feel like it..", and she started to get up to prepare futon for the night but Mitsuhide grabbed her wrist.
"Mitsuhide..", she murmured surprised.
"Let me be selfish today and express everything to you as this mission was...too rough..", said Mitsuhide, she felt his hand trembling, his voice a low whisper, his gaze wavering with emotions.
"You are not being selfish, I am here for you..", she replied.
She immediately sat down infront of him, held his hands to keep them from trembling urging him to continue nodding her head, giving him her full attention.
"So 6 days ago, when I was on my mission to infiltrate a small castle of a daimyo and seek out the information about the potential revolt of him against Lord Nobunaga, I met a small boy around the age of 12 named Haru, son of the daimyo, he was quite smart for his age, he would sneak outside the castle to teach the poor kids about the basics of archery and shooting while training himself, used to distribute the foodgrains to them with a bright smile on his face. When I asked him, he told me that it made him happy to see the big smile on their faces at the thought of having dinner with their families and they will not go to bed with empty stomach, he taught them the basics so that they could protect themselves in life-threatening situations & not just simply crushed by others. He was too kind & innocent yet he had a strong determination seeing a world of peace someday & held strong sense of justice. We became quick friends, he was very unique kid in good way, his eyes used to shine with confidence. He told me that his father was very cruel and he believed that he will do anything to see his goals accomplished. And his suspicions proved true..", told Mitsuhide closing his eyes for a moment.
She took in a sharp breathe, readying herself to hear further. He continued, "Just 2-3 days later, he was caught by several guards for sneaking out everyday & helping the poor, his father...his own father....that daimyo...smashed his knuckles..". "What?! Didn't his mother stop his father? ", she exclaimed horrified at the thought. "His mother died while giving him birth...", Mitsuhide replied. She gasped, sadly. "Yet that kid smiled tearfully without any regrets and proudly stood by his own values, I couldn't tolerate this behaviour and quicken my investigation, gathered enough evidence against him for plotting against Lord Nobunaga and torturing innocent people. The very next day, when I along with Kyubei revealed our identity & attempted to bring him to Lord Nobunaga, that man went berserk and started ordering his vassals to protect him and shield them from us & disappeared, out of nowhere Haru appeared & told me about his secret place of refugee, we followed and found him at last, but that sick devil, he..he..", Mitsuhide voice cracked. "That daimyo used his..own son...to protect himself....& Haru was shot by one of our own soldier accidentally..", said Mitsuhide as he took a deep breathe as if saying any further will break him completely. She gasped with horror as tears streamed down her cheek hearing about the cruelty of a father towards his son, indescribable sadness filled her heart.
"The sad look in Haru's eyes as if he couldn't believe his father used him as a bait...blood seeping through his clothes...it was too much for me to bear...", said Mitsuhide clenching his fists.
"How can a father do that to his own son?!", she exclaimed angrily holding his hands, as tears rolled down her cheek.
"Even though...even though I killed that bastard, we did everything in our power to save his life but Haru..he was...gone....he went limp in my arms, his eyes lost his shine..his last words....were...that he wish...for a loving family & peace in his next--", Mitsuhide's voice broke completely & his shoulders trembled as tears burst through his eyes. Her heart ached seeing him in this state. She gently wraps her arms around him and guided his head to rest on her chest as she rubbed soothing circles on his back while other hand gently caressed his hair. He completely slumps in her arms as if he is worn out completely, clinging on her arms desperately as if his life depended on it, his sobbing shredding her heart into thousand pieces as tears roll down from her cheeks.
"I couldn't save him, MC....I couldn't..it hurts so much..remembering his lifeless eyes...which were once..filled with warmth....he reminded me so much of myself...I have seen so many people dying...but I wished so badly to save him...I wished...that he could...fulfill his..dreams...yet...I-I...was so scared....I was so desperate..I-I tried so hard..I hated that ominous feeling..I hated it so much...you greeted me home today but....he was greeted by death that day....", muttered Mitsuhide between his heartwrenching sobs, clutching her sleeves, her kimono soaking his tears through. "I know you did your best Mitsuhide..I know you did..", she whispered back sadly rubbing his back gently.
"I feel so scared...I feel soo scared...what if someday you...I couldn't bear that lifeless look of Haru's eyes in your eyes....I can't...I will die..", his breathe hitched in his throat & his voice chokes at the end while he squeezed his eyes shut, hands pressed over his ears as if shouting at his thoughts to shut up.
"Deep breathe...Mitsuhide, don't be scared...I will be by your side no matter what happens...we will live through these turbulent times together..", she said wiping his tears with the pad of her thumbs, looking into his sad eyes, caressing his face with soft kisses, removing his hands froms his ears and lacing his fingers with herself.
"You can listen to my heartbeat, hm? As long as you are with me, it will never fade..you can listen to it whenever you want...", she whispered sweetly trying to calm him fears, holding hin close to her chest.
"I will never let harm fall upon you..I promise you...", Mitsuhide nodded as tears rolled down his cheeks. "I have full faith in you, Mitsuhide...", she whispered kissing his eyebrows gently.
"I wish wherever that angel is now, his last words become true...", she said it like a prayer all the while rubbing Mitsuhide's back.
"I wish that as well..", Mitsuhide murmured as he continued holding her.
"MC?", he murmured.
Hm???", she asked.
"Thank you for today and I love you dearly, my little mouse..", said Mitsuhide as he slowly started relaxing in her arms.
"I love you too....thank you for relying on me..", she said with a gentle smile wiping his tears. She could see his emotions laid bare, he looked truly grateful for her staying by his side.
She hugged him for quite a while when she realized Mitsuhide stopped crying.
"Mitsuhide?", she whispered.
There was no response but she could feel his quiet and steady breathing.
"He fell asleep...", she said gently, pleasantly surprised.
She gently lowered his head on her lap as now he was deep asleep, his eyes puffy from crying his heart out yet it seemed that he was free of a burden, he was relaxed.
"Take your well-deserved rest, Mitsuhide, thank you for sharing your pain with me, I pray to god that he protects your gentle soul, I wish I could protect your kind & caring heart from all the cruelties, even though that is impossible for the type of work you do, I will also protect you with everything in my power, I know your work is scary, I know that you try your best in making everything alright, I know you understand the weight of one's life when you hold your rifle and have your goals clear in your mind, you needn't worry, I will always care and bring you out towards light holding yout hand when you feel engulfed by the darkness because I love you, I will be your strength..", she whispered loving as she softly caressed his hair and put a sweet kiss on his forehead.
"It reminds me of that night when for the first time, I broke down completely and you comforted me, seems now today, our roles were reversed....You are looking so innocent and vulnerable right now..", she said with a soft smile as she gently caress his cheek.
"Goodnight, my love!", she smiled gently looking at him as she kissed his forehead and she started playing with his hair looking at him, eyes full of love while Mitsuhide drifted off in land of dreams on her lap.
~The End~
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“Goodbye” (pt 2)
“Even though it’s meaningless I still wish for more time together with you”
You can find part 1 here
You thought you were safe? Joke’s on you, the angst queen always comes back.
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Months had passed and life in the Devildom was back to normal, but without MC there was a void nobody could fill and the same void was left by the absence of one of the seven brothers, kept in a controlled environment for everyone’s safety. After discovering MC had left, after going through the pain and the rage, he was unable to get rid of his demon form. He just couldn’t accept what had happened. A demon was not supposed to lose his soul, but there he was, staring at a blank wall, looking at the shadow cast by his own horns, thinking about how she had left, forgetting to give him back his heart.
His brothers used to visit him regularly but it just wasn’t the same. Some of those fools even tried to introduce him to new people, trying to play cupid. But every time he kept looking back at what was left of the red string on his finger and refused to even look at them. It was just pointless. Why waste time with people he wasn’t gonna be with forever? Playing just wasn’t for him, not after meeting MC. 
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Life in the human world wasn’t easier either. MC had to just try to live her life, go on and try to think about her year in Devildom as some kind of weird dream. A beautiful, beautiful dream she just couldn’t let go of. She was just trying to forget everything, forget about all of that “soulmate” non-sense, demons, angels, none of that was actually real, right? Like those creatures could actually exist! What a joke! She laughed at herself, while mindlessly watching some random tv show. But she knew it wasn’t a dream. There was just one single thing she had brought from the Devildom: a photo with all of the demon brothers. She smiled kindly at the sight of the one who was once her boyfriend, staying so close to her that everyone else was constantly jealous.
“Hey, not fair, I want to hug MC too.”
“Too late, you should have made her fall in love with you long ago.”
She laughed again, through the tears and just left a small kiss on the face of the demon in the photo, before putting it down on the small table in front of her. Staying cooped inside was utterly meaningless, she could at least try to go out there, maybe make some new friends. She needed to live.
She got up from the small couch, abandoned the warm blanket, and walked to her closet to grab a coat; she didn’t want the harsh air of the incoming winter make her catch a cold, because now she had no one to take care of her, to bring her a good (but usually bad) soup, pat her head. She was alone.
“No. I can’t continue like this.”, said the girl, determined to al least try.
She opened the closet and put a hand inside to grab a coat just to feel... mh? Warmth? Wait... was what she was feeling... SKIN? She immediately screamed, out of fear, grabbing the only thing available as a weapon: a lamp.
“I’M GONNA CALL THE POLICE, STAY THERE AND DON’T YOU DARE MOVE OR I’M GONNA OPEN YOUR SKULL IN TWO.”, she was lying, she had the physical strength of a goldfish, but the burglar didn’t know that. 
“M-MC... It’s me... I’m stuck...”, said the voice from inside the closet and she furrowed her thick brows, looking as confused as ever.
“Lord Diavolo...?” she called, getting near the closet again, to move some of the hanging clothes aside, just to find a very stuck Lord Diavolo. His horns and wings were tangled in all of her clothes and she just couldn’t hold back her laugh. But as soon as she saw his serious expression, she cleared her throat, deciding she was still too young to be killed by that handsome demon.
As soon as he was released from that prison of clothes, Lord Diavolo tried to regain his composure, and look a little bit more formal and serious.
“Why were you in my closet, if I may ask, Lord Diavolo?”, she asked and she swore she could see his cheeks flushing, making her giggle.
“I miscalculated, but that’s not important, MC. I’m here to bring you back to the Devildom.” and now she couldn’t see any hint of a joke in his eyes. He was as serious as she was confused.
The exchange student program was over, it had been a huge success, but it was over. She was back in the human world, where she belonged.
“I already know what you’re thinking, MC. But they need you. He needs you. Those seven brothers are very important to the Devildom and they are just not the same without you.” 
It took her just a couple of seconds to decide what to do. Maybe destiny wasn’t so cruel as she thought it was, maybe there was a way, maybe she could have a happy ending. 
She was filled with anxiety, fear, doubts, but she put all of that aside just to do the right thing: come back.
As soon as she found herself in the Devildom again, she couldn’t help but smile. It was just like she didn’t even leave. It was so completely different from the human world, but it was her home. She felt like she belonged there. It was the right thing to do, wasn’t it?
She followed Lord Diavolo in what looked like a prison in a dungeon. That’s where the demon she loved so much had been spending the last couple of months? As soon as she saw him, tears started to form in her eyes. He looked just like a soulless body, a sad beast confined in a cage too small for his thirst for freedom.
She didn’t know what to say, how to approach him. Lord Diavolo just opened that kind of cage, encouraging her to go inside, promising he was just going to be outside the room, ready to save her whatever may have happened.
Hesitantly, she stepped inside, approaching him. He was sitting on a small bed, his gaze on the cold floor, his eyes devoid of any light they previously had.
The girl kneeled before him, a small sad smile on her lips.
“Hey... It’s me. Look at me, please.”, her shaking hands reached his face, touching his cold skin with her fingertips. His eyes met hers, but it was like he wasn’t even seeing her.
“Great, I’m having visions too...”, mumbled the demon and MC’s heart ached. She had hurt him so much... How could she think she had any right in coming back in his life, thinking everything could go back to the way it was? How could she forgive herself? How could he ever forgive her?
“Please... Please, I’m here, I’m here and I’m not going away this time.”, she begged and with a painful sob she grabbed his face with more decision. “I’m not running away this time. I’m not gonna leave you again. I’ll find a way to stay by your side, but look at me, please!” and in a desperate gesture, she pressed her lips on the demon’s soft and cold ones. He didn’t react at first, but soon after she could feel warm tears on her fingers, running from his eyes. His hands grabbed her face right away, finally focusing on her like a man lost in a desert who had just found an oasis. Tears falling from his eyes, the big hands shaking while touching her face, her hair. He couldn’t believe she was there, as beautiful as ever. And before he could even try to say something, his lips were already on hers. He was finally breathing again, he was finally seeing the light in that eternal night he had lived in for months. 
“Don’t leave me again, please, MC... I love you so much it hurts...”, he whispered and she smiled through her tears. She didn’t need to say anything, as soon as she opened her mouth to speak the red string of fate started shining brightly once more, connecting their souls and hearts again.
“I’m never leaving your side. I’m never going to say goodbye.”
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