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dunmeshi-darlings · 9 months ago

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Hello

Can I request a laios x reader, with the reader as laios ex-fiance, since their arrangements was broken off when he ran away without explanation reader have been sad and mad about it. But then someday laios mother told reader about laios become a new king after defeating a demon, reader decided to go there, because reader want to know why he ran away

I'm sorry if this is difficult to understand, English is not my first language, thank youuu

Oh you got no need to apologize its all ok. i understand what you meant. id be happy to do this. thank you so much for sending an imagine in.

Even though its been many years since laios cut off the arrangement and disappeared you still found yourself getting upset at him. He just cancelled it all and ran off to not be heard from again.

Of course over the years that anger and frustration faded greatly but every so often your mind would wander and you would feel your cheeks heat up at the thought of being abandoned like that. but over all you figure it was probably for the best anyway, you dont mind your life and that touden was always...strange to say the least even if he was a looker.

One day though as you are going about your day when laios mother approaches you, asking if she can come in. You agree and let her inside, despite your feelings about laios you had no bad blood with her. you get the both of you some tea as she starts speaking. "Did you hear about the rise of the golden kingdom?" she asks, you nod and say of course you had. it had been the talk of the entire world ever since it rose up out of the sea, seemingly out of nowhere one day. Apparently some group of adventurers defeated the mad mage and seemed like those rumors about becoming the new leader of it was true. You say casually as you take a sip of some tea. "yeah well apparently Laios was the one that defeated the mage and rules the golden kingdom now." she says so casually causing you to spit all the tea you were drinking out, shouting in confusion you ask her if you heard that right? she nods and explains what she had been told from letters from falin, you knew that falin had stayed in touch with there parents but laios had apparently cut them off a decade ago much to your surprise.

You decide to pay a visit, you feel like you almost HAVE to. you need to know why he just left you like that, why he did what he did all those years ago. It took you a bit to get to the new golden kingdom, laios definitely had travelled a far distance since your last time you saw him. By the time you reach the kingdom a full month has passed, you ask the guards to message the king telling him that "Y/N from his arranged marriage wanted to see him." of course you werent sure he would even respond, i mean why would he. he didnt want to marry you obviously so why should he care about seeing you, especially now that he is a KING of all things. However you were surprised when the guard came back and agreed to take you to the king.

When you entered you saw him sitting on a throne. To his left you see a young elf woman with twin braids beside him, This must have been his royal advisor maybe? you werent sure. However you did notice his sister beside her chatting with her...except she was different, she wasnt a tall man anymore..atleast not fully. you noticed a plume of fluffy white feathers poking out of the opening on her chest and down her arms. It was clear she had been changed by some form of magic.

As you walk closer laios asks if everyone can leave the room for a moment, he wants to talk privately with you as they agree and leave leaving only you and him. "So Y/N, how have things been?" He asks awkwardly, its clear he is uncomftorable and doesnt know what to say. You had thought of the things you would say to him for years now, over and over you had gone over in your head what you were going to say to the man that just up and left you like that. you would be furious and scream, sob and cry, all the words you planned to say just dissapear and all you can say is a single word. "why.."

He sighs as he rubs his neck and begins to explain, He tells you how he had began to despise his parents for how they let falin be treated, and how instead of supporting her and her talents they sent her away to the magic school on a different continent. He had grown to hate his parents (more so his father but he had no fond feelings towards his mother either) even though falin kept in contact with them. He also explained how he never felt comfortable around people, that he had always felt more comfortable around monsters...and that in truth he hated people. Plus he admits he wasnt the richest person in the world so would have been able to give you a proper dowry. All of these together made him feel like he wouldnt have been able to give you the life you deserved, he didnt want you to be stuck with a man that hated everyone around him and hated where he lived and wanted to leave and get as far away as he could. He figured that wasnt fair to you, and he didnt know how to properly convey this and let you down easily so...he ran.

The weight of his words hit you harder than you expected...all this time you thought he just didnt like you or hated you ever, or he didnt care about you at all. All this time you hated him for what he did and that you swore you would get answers one day...but these werent the answers you were expected. It would have been so easy to continue to be mad at him, if he said he just didnt like you or hated you that would have been fine..you expected it at this point, but no...he did this because he didnt want to subject you to a miserable life with him..he knew you would be miserable with him if he had stayed there and he didnt want to put you through that...god this was so much harder than you were expecting. "You know....now that im king of the golden kingdom money isnt an issue..and ive made sure the kingdom is a kind place that treats everyone with kindness." you see him slump down a bit. "and since monsters come nowhere near the kingdom...if you want, we can get to know each other better..and see how we feel about each other then?" he says softly, damn that man he was a looker. you sigh, almost relieved its turned out that way. saying you would like that

#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi x reader #laios #laios touden #laios x reader

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suddencolds · 6 months ago

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insatiable appetite [1/?]

sooo... this is one of the thirstiest things i have written—and also one of the only times i've written a character with the kink, ever T.T warnings in advance for mess, character getting sneezed on, implied contagion, possible ooc-ness, & me writing this entirely with my d instead of my head

ivan and till are from al//ien sta//ge (a very fun watch which will only take 30 mins out of your life; i really recommend it!!). that said, this fic takes place in a modern au setting, so feel free to read it without any prior context :)

special thanks to @6pmsoup for sending me a very cute alnst doodle of these two which altered my brain chemistry permanently

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Summary: Till shows up to a dinner outing with a brewing cold. Ivan suffers. (est. relationship, kink!Ivan, ~2k words)

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For all Till tries to hide it, Ivan can tell immediately.

There’s this: Ivan has been paying attention to Till for most of his life. A full decade before they’d gotten together officially, and some more—this is how long Ivan has had to observe his tells. Always from the sidelines, always with a detached air of indifference that, in reality, was anything but.

All the signs are there the night before. Till, turning up the thermostat a couple degrees higher than he usually keeps it. Spending a little too long in the shower and using up almost all of the hot water. Clearing his throat one too many times in the morning before Ivan leaves for work, his smile distracted, the rasp of his voice nearly indistinguishable—but only nearly.

Now, Till is here for dinner—it’s a dinner they’ve had plans for a couple weeks now, at one of the nicer restaurants downtown, in celebration of Till’s recent promotion. Ivan had booked the reservation a couple weeks in advance.

When Till arrives, stepping out of a taxi cab, he’s wearing a scarf, even though the weather is too warm for it. Ivan steps up to meet him.

“Sorry I’m late,” Till says. “Traffic here was the worst I’ve ever seen it, swear to god.”

“Was it cold outside today?” Ivan asks, a little pointedly, tilting his head towards his scarf.

Till looks at him, his expression unreadable. Then he nods. “Colder than usual, for this time of year.”

“Strange,” Ivan says, just to be difficult. “But the weather forecast says it’s the same temperature today as yesterday.”

“It’s probably just windier today,” Till says, readjusting his scarf around his neck. His face is a little flushed.

“Your voice sounds a little off, though.”

Till clears his throat with a scowl. “You must be imagining it,” he says. “It always sounds like this.”

No admission, then. That’s fine. Ivan will get the truth out of him at some point. He lets Till guide him into the restaurant.

It’s a nice restaurant—worth the hassle of the reservation, Ivan thinks. Each table is set with flowers arranged tastefully in long glass vases, empty wine glasses turned on their heads. The server—who leads them to their table in a small, private booth—is wearing a suit.

It’s a shame, really. Ivan has a feeling that he won’t be able to pay attention to any of that tonight.

They sit. Ivan looks down at the menu, picks out something at random in a matter of seconds. Truthfully, he can hardly think of anything less worth his attention right now. He turns his attention to Till instead—Till, who’s seated directly across from him, the scarf still around his neck, obscuring the lower half of his face.

Till sniffles, reaching down to turn the page, and oh. The sniffle is terribly liquid—has he been sniffling like that all afternoon? Perhaps it’s a good thing that they work at different offices—Till at a law firm, Ivan as a senior manager at a consulting company—because Ivan certainly doesn’t think he’d be able to get any work done with Till sniffling like that.

It’s not two minutes later that Till is reaching up to wipe his nose against the back of one knuckle. All in all, it’s discreet. Just a quick brush of the fingers against his nose, which is still hidden under the scarf. Though, the look of sheer ticklishness that passes over his features for a brief moment there is...

“What are you thinking of ordering?” Ivan asks.

“I can’t decide,” Till answers. He turns the page again. “It’s between the ribeye steak and the… snf! The pork belly. Is this the kind of place that skimps on the portion sizes?”

“Not from their Yelp reviews,” Ivan says. “You know, if you really can’t decide, I can flip a coin.”

“I’ll pick,” Till says. “Why? Hungry already?”

He looks up, now. His eyes are a little watery. There’s a faint flush over the bridge of his nose. Ivan thinks that if he reached out and touched him, he’d probably be running warm. The thought is almost unbearable.

“Your taxi did take forever to arrive,” Ivan says, by way of explanation.

“Did you really wait that long?”

He looks uncertain, for a moment. Ivan says, “Not at all. But you know, I’m always impatient when it comes to you.”

Till rolls his eyes, but it’s fond. “There was a meeting that ran late. I wasn’t avoiding you.”

“Is that also a part of your new position?” “I guess so, yeah.”

“I can see why they were eager to promote you, then,” Ivan says. “How productive can late afternoon meetings be, anyways?”

Till snorts. “Not that important. It definitely could have been an email instead. I was about ready to doze off.”

He sniffles again. “Okay. I think I know what I want.” The way he says know betrays the slightest hint of congestion.

“At long last,” Ivan says, just to be a little bit of an ass. “I’ll call over the waiter.”

He flags their waiter down, waits for Till to order first.

“A spiced apple cider,” Till adds on, at the end, with the slightest of coughs. “Hot, if you can.”

That’s new, too. Till seldom orders hot drinks at restaurants, though he’ll drink tea without complaint if it’s offered. Perhaps his throat hurts, then, from the cold that has clearly started to settle in his system. Subtle, still, but Ivan is familiar with colds like this. He knows it will probably only be a few hours before this deceptively “small” cold turns into…

Ivan orders, too, and thanks the waiter, who leaves with a curt nod. When he looks back over to Till, there’s a… strange something to Till’s expression, a slight distractedness. Irritation.

Ivan swallows hard. He should look away.

He should, but then, Till’s breath hitches. He pulls the scarf higher over his face preemptively, as if he anticipates having something to have to cover for. The sharp intake of breath that follows is breathy, though Ivan can hear Till’s voice in it. He should really look away.

Instead, he takes the scene in, painstakingly, little by little, as Till’s shoulders jerk forwards. As Till presses a hand to the scarf, presses the fabric closer to his face, to muffle a sneeze into his fingertips:

“hhH-Ih!! hiHH-’IESCHH-eew-!”

God. It sounds utterly miserable, the harsh release of it scraping against his throat, the spray tearing into his scarf. It’s the kind of cold sneeze that is undeniably telling: this is going to be one hell of a cold. It’s not very quiet, either, even muffled into the fabric.

For more reasons than one, Ivan is glad they’re in a private corner of the restaurant, not somewhere more public.

“Bless you,” he offers, once he can trust himself to speak. It’s a good thing that Till is too distracted to look up at him right now. Ivan isn’t sure he can keep what he’s feeling off of his face.

Truthfully, he isn’t sure he’s going to be able to endure a whole night of this.

The problem here is that Till—Till, of all people; Till, who Ivan has been pathetically in love with for almost as long as he can remember—has no idea about Ivan’s… relatively niche interests. That is to say, he has no idea what effect it has on Ivan when he does that.

“Thanks,” Till says, a little stuffily. He sniffles again, lowering his hand.

Ivan can’t help it. He knows he shouldn’t pursue this line of questioning, but he can feel his self-control dwindling by the second. “Don’t you think it would be better to take off your scarf, now that we’re inside?”

Till freezes. “Y-You know what,” he says evasively. “It’s pretty cold in here.”

Ivan tilts his head in question. “And just how do you plan on eating like that?”

“I’ll take it off when our food comes.”

“I can ask the waiter to turn the temperature up, if it’s a problem,” Ivan says.

“It’s not a problem.”

Ivan rises from his seat. Till watches him, perplexed, as he heads to the opposite side of the table, where Till is seated.

When he gets there, he stops. Stands, unmoving, so he can study Till from above.

“What are you—”

Ivan reaches out, settles his palm across Till’s forehead. As expected, it’s warm. Not quite feverish, which is a good sign, but warm enough to be notable.

“Just how long were you intending to hide this?”

Till stares back at him, wide-eyed. “Hide what?”

Shouldn’t it be obvious? “The fact that you have a cold.”

“I didn’t think it was worth mentioning,” Till says, slowly.

“Hmm.” Ivan drops his hand to his side. He is a little concerned, now. “We could’ve called a rain check.”

This time Till really does roll his eyes. “For the reservation we planned weeks ahead?” he sniffles again. “That just sounds completely and utterly unnecessary. Are you the type of person to call things off just over a little cold?”

Ivan leans over, tugs down the edge of Till’s scarf. Till bats his hand away just a moment too late, cups his other hand over his face to shield his face from view. For a moment, he looks faintly mortified.

Then his expression settles into something more disgruntled. “What are you doing?” he hisses.

So uncooperative. “Let me see,” Ivan says. Slowly, gently, he pries Till’s hands away from his face, and then—because the restaurant is dimly lit—tilts Till’s face up slightly so that it catches more of the overhead light.

Till’s nose is redder than usual. He’s probably been rubbing it all afternoon, if the redness that percolates into his cheeks is any indication. There’s a damp, liquid sheen on the underside of his nose.

“What’s there to see?” Till says, a little crossly.

“Your face, since you’ve been so intent on hiding it under that scarf,” Ivan says, leaning in to get a better look.

Till scowls at him, but there’s no heat to it. “You see my face every day.”

“On the contrary, I don’t see it nearly enough,” Ivan says. “And you hardly ever get sick. Is it so wrong for me to be concerned?”

Without looking, he reaches behind him with one hand to grab a couple cocktail napkins. The other hand he keeps held up to Till’s cheek.

But then, Till’s breath hitches. “Wait,” he says. Panic flashes through his face. “Ivan, move, I—”

Oh. Well, seeing as there’s no way he’ll be able to get the napkins over in time, it looks like he’ll have to improvise. If Till wants to cover, Ivan can help with that. He moves his hand to cup it loosely over Till’s mouth. Not a second too late, it seems. Till jerks forward unceremoniously, his nose twitching, his eyes squeezing shut.

“hHheh-! HHh’EIITShHh’yYiew!” he gasps sharply. Two? “Hh-! hHiiH’DSSCSSHh-IIew!”

The jolt of the sneezes is practically electrifying—all of that force, brought to an abrupt halt behind Ivan’s waiting palm. He feels the expulsion of air against his skin, the warmth of Till’s breath, feels the slight dampness behind his hand as the spray mists over his fingertips.

Ivan swallows, hard. Thank god it’s so dark here, otherwise Till might notice what this is doing to him.

“Bless you,” he says, withdrawing his hand at last to wipe it on one of the cloth napkins. It comes out slightly raspier than he intends it to, though perhaps it’s a miracle that he’s still able to talk at all. “Some cold, hmm?” Belatedly, he hands Till the stack of napkins.

Till practically snatches them from him, turns aside to blow his nose wetly into the top few. The way he sniffles afterwards suggests that his nose is still very much running.

“Do you have no self preservation? It’s as if you want to catch this,” Till says, drawing back with another sniffle.

Oh, Ivan thinks, fighting back a shiver. That would be far from the worst thing.

#sneeze fic #sneeze kink #snz fic #snz kink #my fic #i needed to get this out of my system 😭 i know its unpolished #i thought i was already baring my soul with the ki//ll//er pe//ter fic but this is so much worse #special apology to my dear friends who have been forced to listen to me talk nonstop about al//n//st (you know who you are) (and if you see #this i'm personally sorry 😭) maybe someday i will write something for them that is less unhinged and perhaps more in character #the thought of kink!iva//n just took hold of me and then this fic materialized #still experimenting with different flavors of writing him... balancing my understanding of his character w this specific kink flavor was #an experiment for sure. like how do you balance concern and desire/selfishness?#i couldn't figure it out so just leaned very hard into the latter #also the 1/? is a placeholder; writing this was already testing the limits of my courage LOL #if i sit here i'll write another 200 disclaimers because i'm embarrassed to be posting this so i'll just schedule the post now

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urchintoast · 2 years ago

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Fear

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x (Female) Reader

Rating: T

Length: 800 words

Warnings: angst, blood mention, difficult childbirth, talk of death

Summary: Anthony’s always been afraid of dying and leaving behind his family like his father did.

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The fear still paralyzed him, sometimes.

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He didn’t go for walks in the garden, and always inspected the carriage personally before getting in.

He’d thought, once, that his worries would ease once they had children. That perhaps if he knew that you wouldn’t be left alone, that finally the weight would ease off his chest. The moment baby Edmund opened his eyes and stared up at him though, the weight doubled, and he knew he would never be free of this fear. Because now he’d be leaving even more behind.

He wasn’t afraid of death. Not really. Or at least, not in the traditional sense. He wasn’t afraid of what might happen to himself when he left this mortal world. His sins were his own, and he was fully prepared to answer for them one day.

He was afraid of what came with death. Of the effect that his death would have on everyone still living. His greatest pride was also his greatest source of anxiety - his love for you. It was his own selfishness of not being able to let you go, of ensnaring you into his life, into his heart, that kept him awake at night. Usually it was just to watch how peaceful you looked. To soak in every moment he could like this before he wound up wrecking you, leaving you behind to pick up the pieces like his father did to his mother, to all of them. He knew his death was inevitable, and he hated himself for it. For letting you in enough that you returned his love completely, and were now vulnerable to losing him.

What he never expected was that the very opposite would happen. Never once had it even crossed his mind as a possibility that you would leave this earth before him.

“It’s a girl,” his mother told him softly, tiredly.

“And Y/n? How is she doing?” He asked, eager to see his wonderful wife and tell her how proud he was of her. How much he loved her. To see her hold her mini lookalike and together introduce their daughter to her older brother. His whole world.

At his mother’s silence, however, he looked up, alarmed. “Mother? How is Y/n?”

“She lost a lot of blood, Anthony. The doctor’s doing everything he can, but you must prepare yourself. There is a chance that she’ll never regain consciousness.”

Everything after that passed in a blur.

Benedict and Colin quickly rushed to his side, holding him up. His head felt like cotton, and the room spun around him. He heard shouting echoing in the hallway, but couldn’t tell if it was himself or someone else. Only the fact that he couldn’t breathe gave hint that the commotion was caused by someone else.

Ages passed—Anthony never knew if it was mere minutes or hours, and then a hush fell upon the whole household. Even the newborn babe was quiet, as if she sensed that this was an important moment that could make or break everything.

When the door to the bedroom opened again and his mother stepped out with her head down, his heart stopped. He dropped his head, unable to watch his mother’s approach and the news it must bring.

“She looks just like her mother,” Violet said, then, and Anthony’s eyes widened at that. There, in his mother’s arms, was the tiniest girl imaginable. Despite everything else, Anthony reached his arms out to hold her. His daughter. Carefully, he ran a finger over her cheek and under her chin. She truly did look just like her mother. Like Y/n.

He wasn’t even aware of the tears that were falling down his face, though his mother quickly commandeered Benedict’s handkerchief to wipe them away for him.

“Colin, will you go fetch Neddy? Come along, Anthony, I think your wife has waited long enough to have her family in her arms again.”

His head shot up at that.

“What? You mean-!” his voice broke as another sob shook his body.

“Oh, thank god!” Benedict said quietly, wiping away tears of his own.

As he walked into the bedroom carrying your daughter, Anthony froze upon seeing you sitting up in bed, before rushing forward. Just behind him, Colin carried Neddy over and deposited him on the bed next to you before stepping back to give the family some room.

Anthony’s quite sure that he wasn’t saying anything at all coherent, too caught up in the fact that you were here, you were still here. What he said didn’t matter, just that you were the one to hear it. The fear of death and all that came with it had not won today.

Death may be inevitable, but it didn’t have to be today. That, at least, he could live with.

#anthony bridgerton x reader #bridgerton fanfiction #anthony bridgerton fanfiction

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marimayscarlett · 1 year ago

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I need more unhinged Richard quotes, like the whole “[coc*ine when you’re young vs when you’re old]” thing or I may simply pass away

Hi Hello 🤗

This ask has been sitting in my inbox for a while, but now I finally come around to compile some more quotes from Richard's interviews (here is 'Part 1' so to speak).

Off to another tiny little round of stuff Richard says (some are interesting, others a little weird or downright unhinged):

I think the quote you mean is this one [from this audio interview]: "It's like, you know, it's like you know when you were young and could do coke for a fucking month and nothing, y'know? When you get old you need to recover from fucking one week." (and the interviewer is seemingly quite lost: "haha..true..👀")

Now, on to the Fellfrosch gem [interview]: Interviewer: Perhaps the disgust at the bitter aftertaste is really just a problem of overly careless personal hygiene? Richard: "Tastes change too. Much of what seemed too bitter to us in childhood tastes good to us today. On the other hand, we usually find the sweets from the past too sweet. Every fur frog tastes different. Pure question of taste. There is no judgment in the text. We’re not saying it stinks."

His readiness to try out his talents with on-screen eroticism some more [interview]: "After I shot some erotic scenes for a video the other day I could also imagine doing an entire film in that direction. I was quite nervous in the beginning, but the longer we were shooting the more fun I had. Erotic, mind you, not pornographic."

in the same interview, he discloses the two main activities which bring him relaxation: "I love lying in bed, smoking and watching good movies more than anything. That is the only thing where I can really switch of other than sex. Lots of both, please. [laughs]"

And another quote from said interview regarding in which time period he would've liked to live and about his affinity to the middle ages (which for me as a history geek is so lovely to see that he is into that period as well): "I guess the sword and blade time as I always call it. Knights templar, 11th century. I can answer that this well, because I like to watch even stupid movies when they deal with that period. I just have a huge affinity to it somehow and would love to find out how things were going back then."

The way he pressurized/threatened (?) Jonathan Davis to sing a high note for the song "Silent so long" (man Richard must be such a nice fellow to work with 👀) [interview]: "But there was a high note in the chorus that Jonathan couldn't quite get right. So what to do? He said he couldn't sing that high. So I grabbed the receiver and whispered the following into his ear: "Watch out, Jonathan. This is the German way! Now take both your hands, grab your balls and squeeze until you get that damn sound."

Touring is hard, but partying is even harder [interview]: "Touring is not the problem, but partying is. If you went straight to the hotel after the show - no problem. But if you party until six in the morning, it's getting increasingly more difficult to get out of bed."

Being super vague in moments where we need more facts from him like in this interview, about the "Bück dich" performance of Till and Flake: "If Till had to do it to me… I would probably you know, like… uhm.. I'll do… something."

this whole feverdream here: an interview for the promotion of the first Emigrate album back in 2007, where Richard and his alter Ego "Mister Emigrate" answer the questions 'together'. It's has a Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde vibe to it but is kind of cute ✨

On a more serious note, here he talks about the effects of drugs on him: "I took a lot of cocaine. You reach dimensions that you could never reach otherwise. You can edit a bass drum for eight hours."

Thank you for your interest in even more stuff Richard says 😌

#rammstein #richard kruspe #ask #boy i could go on and on #i haven't even started collecting stuff from the video interviews #he says so many interesting things most of the time and other times it's just. Oh the horrors #what is he saying again #but well never a dull moment with this gentleman here #interviews & quotes

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call-of-daydreams · 5 months ago

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 3~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓮𝓶! 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯 𝓽𝓸 𝓢𝓶𝓾𝓽, 𝓟𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓽, 𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 4,092

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 16 𝓶𝓲𝓷 22 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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As Y/N returned to Bangchan's room with his favorite nightwear and set it on his bed, she couldn't help feeling a sense of worry for him. She knew that something was bothering him, and she hoped that the familiar comfort of his favorite clothes would bring him some small measure of solace.

She then headed to the kitchen area and spoke to the cook, asking them to make Bangchan's favorite dessert as a gesture of comfort. The cook nodded and got to work, understanding the significance of the request.

As Y/N waited for the dessert to be finished, she wondered how Bangchan was doing

After a while, the cook announced that the dessert was ready and Y/N carefully carried it back to Bangchan's room. As she approached the door, she took a deep breath before carefully opening it, peeking inside to see how Bangchan was doing…

As she entered the room, Y/N saw Bangchan sitting on the edge of his bed, staring off into space with a melancholy expression on his face. His shoulders were slumped, and he was holding his head in his hands. It was clear that he was still upset about the argument with his father.

Y/N carefully set the dessert down on a nearby table and approached him, speaking softly. "I brought you something," she said gently.

Bangchan looked up at her, his expression weary. He saw the dessert and managed a small smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Thanks," he said quietly, his voice lacking its usual enthusiasm.

Y/N sat down next to him on the bed, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I also put out some nightwear for you," she said quietly. "I know it's been a tough day, and I thought it might help if you had something familiar and comfortable to wear."

Bangchan nodded, his expression still weary. "Yeah, thanks," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He glanced down at the dessert on the table. "You really didn't have to go to all this trouble, you know," he mumbled, his tone a little defensive.

Y/N smiled gently. "It's no trouble at all," she reassured him. "I just wanted to make sure you had something to lift your spirits a little bit." She paused, studying his expression. "Do you want to talk about what happened with your father?" she asked carefully.

Bangchan tensed up at the mention of his father, a flicker of anger crossing his face. He shook his head slightly. "No, not really," he muttered, his tone bitter.

Y/N nodded, understanding the pain and resentment that was probably bubbling up inside him. "That's okay," she said quietly. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. But I just want you to know that I'm here for you if you ever need to talk or just need some company."

Bangchan looked up at her, his expression softening slightly. "Thanks, Y/N," he said gruffly. "I appreciate it." There was a moment of silence before he spoke again, his voice low and vulnerable. "It's just… sometimes it feels like he's always disappointed in me, no matter what I do."

Y/N felt a pang of sadness as she heard the pain in Bangchan's voice. She knew that he was struggling with the weight of his father's expectations and disappointment, and it hurt her to see him so hurt and defeated. "I can only imagine how difficult that must be," she said sympathetically. "But it's important to remember that you don't need to live up to his expectations. You are your own person, with your own strengths and weaknesses. You have worth and value, no matter what he says or thinks.”

Bangchan exhaled deeply, letting her words sink in. "I know, I know," he muttered. "But it's hard to remember that sometimes, when it feels like he's always breathing down my neck, criticizing everything I do." He ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated.

Y/N reached out and placed a hand on his arm, offering a gentle squeeze. "It must be really tough, having that kind of pressure on you," she said softly. "But you don't have to face it alone. You have people here who care about you, who see your worth and value."

Bangchan looked at her, his expression a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. "Thanks, Y/N," he said quietly. "I'm just… so tired of feeling like I'm never good enough for him. Like I'll never be the son he wants me to be."

As Y/N sat down in the chair opposite Bangchan, she adjusted her dress, smoothing out any wrinkles. She studied his face, seeing the exhaustion and weariness etched into his features. It was clear that today's events had taken their toll on his spirit.

"I can only imagine how exhausted you must feel," she said kindly. "Not only from your lesson but also from the argument with your father. It sounds like it was a tough meeting."

Bangchan nodded, his expression weary. "It was," he muttered. "It's always the same thing with him. He's never satisfied with anything I do. No matter how hard I try, it's never good enough for him." He clenched his jaw, his frustration and disappointment evident.

Y/N reached for the dessert plate, the sweetness of the treat offering a small reprieve from the heaviness of the situation. She picked up a spoonful and offered it to Bangchan, her eyes gentle and understanding.

"Here," she said softly. "Why don't you try a bite? It might help you feel a little better, even if just for a moment."

Bangchan looked at the dessert, a flicker of longing in his eyes. He hesitantly took the spoon from Y/N and took a small bite of the treat. His expression softened slightly as he savored the sweetness on his tongue.

"It's good, right?" Y/N asked, a small smile on her face. She could see the tension in his shoulders begin to ease, even if just a little.

Bangchan nodded, his mouth still full of the dessert. He swallowed the bite and spoke, a hint of a smile on his face. "Yeah… it is," he admitted. "Thanks, Y/N."

Y/N smiled, happy to see a small spark of joy in his eyes again. "You're welcome," she said warmly. "Sometimes, it's the small things that can make a difference, like a delicious dessert or a kind gesture."

Bangchan nodded, taking another bite of the dessert. He was quiet for a moment, lost in thought. Then he spoke again, his voice low. "You know… sometimes I wish I could just run away from it all. From the pressures of being a prince, from my father's impossible expectations."

Y/N listened intently, her expression sympathetic. She could sense the weight of the burden he was carrying. "I can imagine," she said quietly. "It must be overwhelming, having all that responsibility on your shoulders, plus the constant judgment and disappointment from your father."

Bangchan exhaled deeply, dropping the spoon back into the dessert plate. "Sometimes, I just feel so suffocated," he murmured. "Like I can't breathe, can't think straight. Like I'm drowning in the expectations and demands of everyone around me."

Y/N was taken aback by Bangchan's confession, but she could sense the weight of his emotions. She reached out and placed her hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"You don't have to carry it all alone," she said softly. "You have people who care about you, who are here for you."

Bangchan's head shifted upwards to meet her gaze, his eyes darkened with a mix of weariness and something deeper, something that sent shivers down Y/N's spine.

He didn't pull his hand away, and Y/N felt a pang of awareness at the contact. The air between them seemed to thicken, charged with a tension that was both thrilling and a little unsettling. His grip on her hand tightened for a moment, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles.

Y/N's heart raced, the touch of his hand on hers sending a thrill through her body. She tried to keep her expression neutral, masking the way her breath caught in her throat as he held her gaze, his eyes dark and intense.

Finally, Bangchan spoke, his voice low and gritty. "Sometimes… I just want to forget about everything and just… be in the moment, you know?" He paused, his thumb still tracing small circles on Y/N's hand. "Just… feel something other than this constant pressure and disappointment."

Y/N swallowed, her throat dry. She could feel the heat of his hand on hers, the intensity in his gaze making it difficult to focus on anything but him. "What do you want to feel?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Bangchan's eyes darkened even further, his voice even lower. "Anything… anything besides the stress and the weight of expectations." He paused again, and Y/N felt the air between them grow thicker, almost electric with tension. "When I'm with you… I feel something different. Something… lighter."

Y/N's breath caught in her chest as he spoke, the raw honesty in his words making her heart race. She could feel her own emotions conflicting - the loyalty and respect she had for her position as a personal assistant and the growing attraction and connection she felt towards Bangchan.

"I… I understand," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "But… we have our duties, our roles to play. It wouldn't be appropriate for us to…" She trailed off, the words sticking in her throat.

Bangchan's gaze didn't waver, his grip on her hand still firm. "Screw duty, screw roles," he muttered, his voice edged with frustration. "What about what we feel? What about what we want?"

Y/N's eyes widened at his blunt words, the raw honesty in them shaking her to the core. But there was also a flicker of desire there, a part of her that wanted to throw caution to the wind and give in to the growing attraction between them.

Her mind was screaming at her to protest, to remind him of their positions and the consequences of their actions. But her heart was overruling her head, the way his hand still held hers, the intense look in his darkened eyes, making all her sensible thoughts scatter.

"Chan…" she said quietly, her voice cracking with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. "We can't…" But even as she spoke the words, she could feel her resistance wavering, her body leaning slightly towards him.

Bangchan noticed the subtle change in her stance, the way she was drawn towards him despite her words of protest. He tightened his grip on her hand, his eyes never leaving hers. "Why not?" he asked, his voice low and gruff.

Y/N's heart was racing now, her body responding to his presence in a way she couldn't control. She tried to think of a good reason, a sensible argument against the undeniable pull between them. "Because… because we can't," she repeated weakly. "We have our responsibilities, our lives…"

But her words sounded hollow even to her own ears. Bangchan leaned closer, closing some of the distance between them, his voice dropping to a murmur. "And what if I don't care about responsibilities, or lives, or any of that bullshit?"

Bangchan closed the distance between them even more, his body now just a few inches from hers. His hand still gripped hers tightly, the heat between them growing stronger by the second. Y/N's breath came in shallow gasps, her mind struggling to hold onto any rational thought.

He leaned in closer, his mouth now hovering just above her ear. "Y/N…" he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "I don't care about any of it. All I care about is this… this feeling right here."

His breath was hot on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She wanted to resist, to push him away, but her body wouldn't obey. Instead, she found herself leaning into him, her defenses crumbling with every word he spoke, every touch of his hand on hers.

He shifted even closer, his lips now brushing softly against the sensitive skin of her neck. "I want this," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "I want you. Duty and responsibilities be damned."

Y/N gasped at the feel of his lips on her neck, her head tilting back automatically, offering more of her skin to his touch. Her body was responding to him in ways she couldn't control, her resistance faltering under the tide of desire that was crashing over her.

Bangchan took advantage of her exposed neck, his lips skimming lightly over her pulse point, making her shiver. "I don't care if it's wrong," he whispered, his mouth now trailing along her jawline, leaving behind a trail of fire. "I don't care about anything but you."

With a final surrendering thought, Y/N allowed herself to give in to her desires. She turned her head, her lips meeting Bangchan's in a heated kiss. It was like a dam bursting, all the pent-up tension between them finally breaking free.

His hand snaked up to cup the back of her neck, holding her firmly in place as he returned the kiss with equal fervor. Their mouths moved together hungrily, years of suppressed emotions pouring out in the heat of the moment.

Y/N's brain was filled with only the sensations of Bangchan's body against hers, his taste, his touch. The world around them faded away, replaced only by the electricity sparking between them.

His tongue pushed into her mouth, deepening the kiss, and making it even more intense. She matched his passionate fervor, her own tongue dancing with his as they explored each other's mouths with mounting desperation.

Bangchan's hands were already tugging impatiently at the laces of her corset, his fingers fumbling in his eagerness. He broke the kiss, moving his mouth to her neck, trailing kisses down the exposed skin as he worked on the bindings of her corset.

"Need this off," he mumbled, his voice muffled against her skin. "Need to feel you."

Y/N's breath came in ragged gasps as he continued his assault on her neck, his hands working feverishly to undo the strings. The feel of his fingers on her bare skin, the heat of his mouth on her flesh, was almost overwhelming.

Finally, the last of the ties came undone, the corset loosening around her waist. He immediately took advantage, his hands roaming underneath the fabric, exploring her body with possessive need.

He pushed the corset dress off her shoulders, baring her upper body to his hungry gaze. He pulled back for a moment to look at her, his eyes dark and heated. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his hand running down her flank, his touch almost reverent.

Y/N met his gaze, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath. She could see the raw desire in his eyes, the way he looked at her like he could devour her. It was both intimidating and exhilarating.

He leaned in again, pressing his mouth to her collarbone, his tongue and lips mapping a burning path down the center of her chest.

As Bangchan continued his assault on her skin, Y/N's fingers tugged at the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them one by one. Her hands trembled slightly, still reeling from the onslaught of emotions and sensations flooding through her.

She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, her palms running over his bare chest, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. He shivered under her touch, his mouth still at her collar.

With every unbuttoned button, more of his body was revealed to her, the smooth expanse of his chest, the hard planes of his stomach, and the slight hint of muscle just underneath his skin. Her hands explored him with growing familiarity, her fingers tracing the ridges of his abs, the dip of his hipbones.

The corset dress pooled at Y/N's feet, leaving her in only her underwear. She stood there, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable under Bangchan's intense gaze.

He took in every inch of her body, his eyes roaming over her curves, lingering on the bare skin of her stomach, and the edge of her undergarments.

"God, you're perfect," he murmured, his voice ragged.

He stepped closer, his body almost pressed against hers. His fingers brushed over the curve of her waist, and the dip of her hip, as if mapping out her body in his mind.

"I've wanted this… wanted you… for so long," he admitted his mouth at her ear again. "I've dreamed about what you'd look like, feel like, taste like."

As he spoke, his hands continued to trace lazy patterns over her skin, his touch leaving trails of heat in their wake. Y/N shivered, her senses overwhelmed by the closeness of his body, the heat radiating off him, the huskiness of his voice against her ear.

They moved towards the bed, the tension between them palpable. The moment they hit the mattress, Bangchan was on top of her, his mouth on hers again in another hungry kiss.

His hands roamed over her body, his touch more aggressive now, as if he couldn't get enough of her. She met his intensity with her own, her hips arching up to meet his, a soft moan escaping her lips as their bodies connected.

Bangchan quickly removed his pants, discarding them to the side. He was bare and unabashed in his want, the evidence of his desire clearly visible.

He moved back on top of her, his body now pressed tightly against hers. The feeling of his skin on hers was addictive, her senses flooded by the heat and the need between them.

Bangchan grunted as she shifted her hips, grinding against him. His hands moved to hold her hips in place, keeping her in her spot.

"Careful," he warned, his voice thick with desire. "You keep doing that and I might lose all control."

Bangchan let out a strangled gasp, his fingers digging into her hips. He could feel himself losing control, the need for her becoming overpowering.

"You're playing a dangerous game," he growled, his voice taut with restraint. "You won't be able to handle the fire you're stoking."

But Y/N didn't care. The fire was already consuming her, her mind filled with nothing but him, his body, his touch.

She shifted again, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him closer, deeper. "I don't want you to hold back," she whispered, her voice full of wanting. "I want all of you."

Bangchan let out a guttural sound, somewhere between a moan and a curse. He knew he was on the edge of restraint, the feel of her body against him, the sound of her voice in his ear, threatening to push him over the limit.

"You're going to drive me insane," he ground out, his body trembling with the effort to hold back.

With a swift, practiced move, Bangchan removed his boxers, discarding them next to the bed. His hands then moved to Y/N's hips, his fingers hooking into the edge of her underwear, tugging them down her legs.

His eyes roamed over her body, now completely bare to him, his gaze intense and appreciative. "God, you're so beautiful," he murmured, his hands running over her stomach, her hips, her thighs.

He moved back over her, his body hovering just above hers. His hands continued to roam over her skin, mapping out every dip and curve like he was trying to memorize her body with his touch.

"This is what I've wanted," he whispered, his mouth hovering just above her skin. "To feel you, skin to skin, nothing in between us."

Y/N responded with a soft gasp, her body arching up into his, her fingers clutching at his shoulders. The feeling of his skin on hers, the heat and the connection between them, was almost overwhelming.

She looked up at him, her eyes hazy with want and pleasure, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm ready for you."

He heard her words, the raw need and desire in them, and it was all he needed. With one fluid movement, he settled between her legs, his body fitting against hers like they were two pieces of a puzzle.

The feeling of him there, so intimately connected with her, made Y/N gasp, her eyes fluttering shut. He paused for a moment, allowing her to adjust, his mouth hovering just above hers, their breaths mingled together.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice rough with restrained need.

Y/N nodded, her eyes opening to meet his gaze. "Yeah," she managed, her voice coming out as a shaky whisper. "I'm good. More than good."

He smiled a hint of pride and possession in his eyes. "Good," he said, before he began to move, slowly at first, but then with increasing speed and intensity.

He held her gaze as he moved, his hands on her hips, his body setting a relentless pace, driving them both toward ecstasy.

The room filled with the sounds of their breaths and gasps, the slick slide of skin on skin, and the faint creaking of the bed. Y/N's mind was a whirl of sensation, her body responding to his every move, every touch.

Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his back. He grunted, his arms wrapping around her, his mouth finding hers in another heated kiss.

He moved within her, harder, faster, his pace unyielding, overwhelming her senses. The feeling of him inside her, filling her, was almost too much, the pleasure building with each stroke pushing her closer to the edge.

Her body arched up against his, writhing and undulating to his rhythm, matching his pace with her own need. She could feel the tension coiling low in her stomach, the anticipation of release building with every moment.

"I'm close," he groaned, his voice strained, his body trembling with the effort to hold on. "I can't… I can't last much longer."

Y/N's breath was coming in short pants now, her body on the brink, clinging to him tightly, desperately.

"Let go," she whispered, her voice barely more than a gasp. "I want to feel you."

Her words, her voice, the sound of her breathing, it was enough to send him over the edge. He buried his face in her neck, his body shuddering as he climaxed, his movements becoming erratic as he rode the waves of pleasure.

Y/N followed moments later, his release pushing her over the edge into ecstasy. She cried out, her body shaking, and trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm.

They lay there for a moment, panting and spent, still tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and still trembling with aftershocks.

He shifted, rolling off of her but still keeping her close, pulling her into his arms. They lay there in silence, the only sound of the ragged breathing and the soft rustling of sheets as they tried to slow their racing heartbeats.

Bangchan held Y/N in his arms, his hands gentle and soothing as he started the aftercare process. He stroked her hair, whispering soft praises and reassurances in her ear.

"You were incredible," he said, his voice low and warm. "You're so beautiful, so perfect."

He gently pulled the covers over them, making sure she was comfortable, his touch tender and caring.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his eyes tracing her face, searching for any sign of discomfort or distress. "Are you okay?"

Y/N smiled weakly, her body still recovering from their intensity. "I'm okay," she reassured him, her voice a little shaky. "Just… a little overwhelmed."

Bangchan nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Just rest," he said, pulling her closer. "I've got you. You can sleep."

He continued to softly caress her hair and her back, his touch soothing and comfortable. "I'm here," he whispered, his voice a soft, low rumble. "I'm not going anywhere."

Y/N burrowed into his chest, feeling safe and protected in his arms. She let her eyes close, her body gradually relaxing as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

As Y/N drifts off to sleep in Bangchan’s arms, he holds her close, whispering sweet nothings into her ear until her breathing becomes steady and even.

He lies there for a while, watching her sleep, his mind replaying the events of the night, a mixture of emotions playing across his face.

Finally, he closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep with her tucked safely against him, the sound of her soft breathing the only sound in the room.

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thenightfolknetwork · 1 year ago

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I didn't mean to. It was an accident. I swear I didn't know. I just...

The town I'm from is secluded, very secluded. Still using landlines and slow and spotty internet secluded. It's one of those towns hidden away by mountains and trees that take days to get in and out of. My point is that news is slow to get in, and about half is debated as rumor and "conspiracies against the common people."

I hope im saying this right. As i said, resources are limited, so please forgive any offense. The "People of the Night" are still thought to be myth here. If there are any um "Nightfolk" here, they haven't made themselves known. Not that I'd blame them, but it would have made this a lot easier, maybe prevented it even. I'm sorry I'm rambling, I'm still a bit shaken.

I thought I was just approachable. When someone's lost or needed help, they'd always find their way to me. No trouble at all, I enjoyed it. But it happened so often, My friends used to say that I "just had one of those faces."

It felt good to be needed. I'd ask how someone was. They'd vent to me what was going on, and I listened. If I could and they wanted it, I'd offer advice, but most just wanted to be heard.

But, a couple of weeks ago, I was walking with my best friend. We were just catching up, nothing serious. It was meant to be a joke, a reference to my tendency of "being one of those faces." I asked her if she had any dark secrets she wanted to share.

She did.

You'd thought I'd told her to do it at knifepoint. Her story came pouring out like an overpowered hose. When she finished, the look she gave me. I can't unsee it.

When it was over, i tried to thank her for trusting me with such sensitive information, but she told me to save it. I don't know how, but we both knew it was my fault.

She told my friend group what happened and now no one wants to speak to me. I tried to explain myself, but they refused to listen or trust what I had to say. Out of frustration, I asked one person why they were avoiding me, and they responded, "Because I always knew you were weird."

There was no denying that I... forced them to tell me that in some way, but it wasn't on purpose! But I must have proved something because now I can't leave my house because everyone is LOOKING at me.

I've been using a paper and pencil to get by as well as trying to learn BSL because im afraid to speak again. How many of those talks that I had were unvoluntary? How many people were forced to be honest and just pretended to be civil because they were scared of me?

I don't know if this is new or something that I'd always done. I'm alone here. The only reason I know as much as I do about the Creature Community is because I accidentally stumbled across your show on my radio.

I dont know who i am anymore. I miss singing and talking to people, but I'm terrified that I'll compel someone by accident. How do I get better? Where do I go from here?

Oh, reader. This must be a very frightening, upsetting time for you. I'm so glad you felt able to reach out to us here at the Nightfolk Network for support.

First of all, I hope you are able to see the difference between taking responsibility for your past actions, and making a martyr of yourself. You have been unthinkingly, unknowingly hurting people, and you do need to recognise that before you can try to make amends. But the harm you caused was entirely accidental. Please, be gentle with yourself.

In terms of practical steps forwards, I can reassure you: you are not alone in your powers, or in finding them difficult to control. Often powers of this kind make themselves known early in an individuals life, and you can imagine how difficult it can be to control the spoken wishes of a babbling toddler.

Nevertheless, many people in your situation go on to live perfectly ordinary lives with good control over their powers. And you have the advantage over a toddler, in that you are not only fully cognisant of the detrimental effects of such powers but also already able to find alternative ways to communicate.

Your first step is to contact your GP and arrange an appointment to discuss the matter. Write them a letter explaining the situation, and emphasising your need to conduct the appointment without speech. In a small, rural community like yours, it's very likely your GP will have little to no personal experience of such cases. But they will be able to refer you to an NHS specialist with whom you can explore possible treatment options.

In most cases, those options will be either medication, behavioural therapy, or more usually a combination of the two. I understand that there is a great deal of stigma around thauma-damping medication. Please, resist this pattern of thought.

Medication is nothing more or less than a tool we might use to help us live our lives. Taking medication does not indicate a lack of effort or will on your part in controlling your powers. It just makes a very difficult thing slightly easier.

However, NHS waiting lists for this type of treatment can be lengthy. In the meantime, I strongly recommend you reach out as best you can to your community. Writing a letter, text or email to your best friend would be a good start, explaining the situation as best you can and leaving the door open for her to rekindle the relationship if she feels able.

Unfortunately, there's nothing you can do to forcibly mend the relationship. You can only present yourself honestly and hope that, in time, you are able to find your way back to something like the friendship you shared before this.

In the meantime, try to connect with other people in the community if you can. The Internet can be a wonderful place to connect with others, and your local library may have information about support groups in the wider area.

Above all, reader, take heart. There is plenty to be hopeful about here. You are not doomed to a life of fearful silence, or of isolation and solitude. With a little work, and plenty of support from the people around you, I see no reason why you shouldn't enjoy a long and happy life full of genuine connection with the people around you.

[For more creaturely advice, check out Monstrous Agonies on your podcast platform of choice, or visit monstrousproductions.org for more info]

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edenesth · 1 year ago

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Undying Bonds (Part 5)

Pairing: Hongjoong x fem!reader, Seonghwa x fem!reader

AU: zombie apocalypse au

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: What could be worse than being separated from the love of your life in a zombie apocalypse? Hongjoong was forced to leave you behind with his friend, Seonghwa, as he ventures out alone to search for the rest of his missing group members. Will Hongjoong be successful in his solo mission to find his members? Will he be able to return to you unscathed? And what happens when you're stuck with his caring best friend, who is hopelessly in love with you, for too long?

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"You miss her, don't you?"

Hongjoong snapped out of his trance at Soyeon's voice, smiling briefly at her before nodding slightly, "I do. In fact, I don't think there has ever been a single moment where I don't miss her," The female stared at him in awe, "Huh, I guess you must really love her. Can't imagine how difficult it must have been for you to leave her behind."

Hongjoong swallowed the lump forming in his throat as the last memory of you once again flashed through his mind, "God, you have no idea. She was crying so much too, walking away from her was the hardest thing I had to do."

The heaviness in his tone rendered Soyeon speechless, especially since she has never seen a man be this affected and cared so much for a woman he loved. After all, her experiences with men both pre and post-apocalypse have only ever taught her that they absolutely cannot be trusted. Besides that, she personally could not relate to how he was feeling as she has never once been in love and probably never will at this point.

But one thing was for sure, she definitely felt immense respect for the faithfulness that Hongjoong displayed.

After much contemplation, Soyeon comes to the conclusion that it would probably be in her group's best interest to have an ally now that she has finally met another group that was trustworthy.

There was silence between them while Hongjoong worked on keeping his emotions in control, he couldn't afford to be a mess right now. Not when he was about to embark on another journey to locate Yunho and San next.

He told himself over and over again that you were safe with Seonghwa and that he should really be more concerned about his missing friends instead. To his utter dismay, he couldn't shake off the ominous feeling he's been getting whenever his thoughts drift to you and Seonghwa.

Please be alright, both of you. Just hold on for a bit more, I'll be back as soon as I can. We'll all be together again, just like old times.

The pair of leaders watched as Yeosang and Wooyoung busily equipped themselves with armour and weapons that Yuqi and Shuhua brought over first thing in the morning while Miyeon prepared some food for them to bring along.

Everyone moved about systematically in completing their tasks quickly to ensure Hongjoong and his boys could be well prepared and begin their journey by the golden hour when the least amount of zombies was predicted to be out and about.

When the boys were all set and ready to go, both groups stood around to bid each other goodbye as a form of courtesy.

Soyeon patted the male leader on the shoulder, "Look Hongjoong, I know we got off on the wrong foot but I understand now that your intentions are pure. So, if you ever find yourself in a situation where you require assistance or even a place to seek refuge, I want you to know that you can always come to me and my girls for that."

Hongjoong's eyes widened slightly in surprise before he reached to accept her outstretched hand in a firm shake.

The simple action solidified their alliance.

"Thank you, Soyeon, for everything. I really appreciate it. We may not be able to provide a safe sanctuary but likewise, you can also come to me and my group if you ever need any help as well."

Yeosang and Wooyoung nodded along to their group leader's words, they were beyond thankful for all the help they have received from Soyeon and her friends thus far despite the initial misunderstanding.

The duo may or may not have wished death upon Soyeon at first but that much was to be expected when they were literally being held captive by her, not knowing if they were even going to have the opportunity to see the light of day again. The terror they were put through from being captured to witnessing their precious Hongjoong hyung held at gunpoint and nearly exchanging his life for their safety, those experiences were not something Yeosang and Wooyoung could simply forget overnight.

But then again, they wouldn't dismiss the fact that Soyeon and her friends have indeed made up for all that trauma by providing them with a place to stay when she could have just let them go the day before without giving a shit about their well-being. What's more, the girls went the extra mile to help prepare them for their trip ahead.

They definitely didn't see that coming but they weren't about to complain.

It was safe to say that Soyeon and her friends have fully redeemed themselves through their efforts. The boys were overall just really glad to have more allies than enemies. Whatever it is, they only hoped that they never have to cross paths with Stray Kids at all.

"All the best, my friend. You must go back to her at all costs."

Hongjoong didn't need anyone to remind him that but he smiled gratefully back at Soyeon regardless.

Meanwhile, you watched in horror as Seonghwa struggled tiredly against the zombie above him. You wondered what had happened out there, you had no doubt he could've taken them all out effortlessly since he has handled twice more than this amount of zombies before and he's never had a problem doing so.

Something else must have caused him to tire out so quickly, you were sure of it.

You didn't realise you were holding your breath until Mingi successfully takes out the zombie, wasting no time in rescuing Seonghwa. Not wanting to stand around helplessly, you rushed to open the door while Mingi helped Seonghwa up before staggering their way back into the store.

Felix and Jeongin huddled around in a corner to make way for the two tall males.

After making sure the door was locked and secured, you immediately made your way towards your friends only to feel your heart drop at the sight of blood staining most of Seonghwa's shirt. It scared you to death when you saw how pale he looked from the loss of blood, "That darn zombie… pushed me against some concrete debris, it cut my side…" He muttered breathlessly, explaining like he just read your mind.

Mingi seemed lost after setting his friend down, not quite knowing how to deal with the situation since he had little to no experience with first aid. He looked to you for help and you blinked rapidly before stepping in to take the lead instead, "Alright uhh… M-Mingi, I'm going to need you to get me the first aid kit from the b-back of the store."

Your hands trembled as you tried to take Seonghwa's jacket off of him as gently as you could, you couldn't hurt him any more than he already was.

Your actions come to a halt when he enclosed a frail hand around your shaky one, "Don't cry, I… I-I'm okay," You bit onto your bottom lip to stifle your sobs, your vision blurring from the tears forming, "N-no, you're not and t-this is all my fault. God, if only I didn't make you go out there… Seonghwa, I-I'm so sorry!"

He chuckled lightly before croaking, "Gee, I don't know if I sh-should be happy, y-you're finally crying over me for a change," Even at the brink of death, he still tries to put your emotions first. You desperately tightened your hold on his shirt, glaring tearfully at him, "Save your energy if you're only going to talk nonsense."

Seonghwa smiled weakly at you before his eyes rolled to the back of his skull, his hands falling limp by his sides.

No words could describe the exact emotions that ran through you at that moment, "Yah, don't you dare leave me! You hear me, Park Seonghwa?!" You were a complete mess by the time Mingi returned with what you asked, his face falling when he realised that his friend had passed out and you were visibly panicking.

He knew he had to do something because you were obviously not in the right state to treat anyone. Not like this.

Placing the kit down beside you, Mingi gripped your shoulders firmly in an attempt to ground you, making you look at him, "Listen to me, noona. Seonghwa hyung needs you, I need you too! So, please pull yourself together. Only you can save him now," You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded quickly, "Right. I'll save him, Mingi."

With a newfound determination, you took a deep breath to calm yourself and made quick work to tend to the large gash on Seonghwa's side with Mingi's assistance. The younger male handed you everything you needed while you thoroughly cleaned the wound before sewing it up neatly and wrapping him up with bandages. You sighed in relief once you were done with the final step.

Who knew your hobby of watching surgery videos for fun could ever come in handy someday. Your boyfriend and his friends used to judge you for your bizarre interest in such gory content but you were just glad you could finally put those skills to good use. What you were certain of is that no one was ever going to make fun of you for that again.

With Mingi's help, the two of you moved your unconscious friend to his sleeping bag before you carefully removed his bloodied shirt to replace it with a clean one instead.

For a moment, you completely forgot about the two new boys as you settled down beside Seonghwa, moving to grasp one of his hands in yours. You stroked your thumbs softly over his skin, this was the hand that had protected and comforted you countless times. The warmth in it brought you so much relief, it meant he was still with you.

I almost lost you today, Hwa. I'm never losing you again.

The tears you tried so hard to hold back earlier finally spilt out freely now as you pressed your forehead against the back of his hand that was still in your hold, "I won't forgive you if you leave me, Park Seonghwa. Don't you even think about it, I won't allow it."

Mingi stood behind you quietly, wiping his own tears away.

Sometimes Mingi wondered if you ever noticed how Seonghwa has already so clearly become a pillar of support for you.

He may be an idiot but even he could see the way Seonghwa looked at you, the way he was constantly there for you, always ensuring your safety and doing his best to protect you whether or not there were any dangers around.

Mingi had his suspicions before from observing the way Seonghwa treated you. It was different compared to how the rest of the boys, including himself, did. Whatever theories he had in his mind were confirmed with the start of the zombie apocalypse, Seonghwa's non-platonic feelings for you became clear as day.

He shuddered to think of the possibility that Hongjoong was also aware of this. That would complicate things and the thought made him uncomfortable, he couldn't afford to lose Hongjoong, Seonghwa or you. You have all become one big family at this point and he can only hope that Seonghwa's feelings for you do not create any problems for the group.

Happy that his friend's condition was finally stable, Mingi excused himself from the back room to check on the two newcomers instead.

Now that you weren't there to baby those kids, Mingi was determined to feel them out. He wasn't going to let them off the hook easily if he finds anything even remotely suspicious at all. Especially after how his friend almost lost his life rescuing them.

Seeing Seonghwa in that state filled Mingi with guilt. After all, he was the one who got the elder into this situation. This was all his fault, he vowed to never go against Seonghwa again. He should've known his hyung's judgement was rarely ever wrong.

There better not be any funny business here or I swear to god, I don't know what I'd do to these boys.

"Hyung, I see it! The high school is just over there!"

Wooyoung yelled enthusiastically from a distance, excitedly waving the other two over.

He would be lying if he said he wasn't eager to see his best friend again, Wooyoung was aware that he himself was also a coward but everyone knew San was the one who needed most protection. He's been worried sick about his friend ever since they got separated but it did at least comfort him to know that the other was with Yunho.

"Shh, not so loud! Do you want us to die before we even find Yunho and Sannie?" Hongjoong hissed, hurriedly closing the distance between them to smack a hand over the younger male's head.

Yeosang snickered when Wooyoung pouted, muttering an apology and rubbing the back of his head as they trudged after the leader who was now taking charge of leading the way now that they have finally arrived at their destination.

It didn't take the three of them too long to locate the high school and to get there at all. There were inevitably some of the undead loitering about here and there along the way but it was nothing they couldn't handle.

Yeosang and Wooyoung got slightly better at holding in their loud shrieks whenever coming face to face with a zombie. Perhaps it was the survival instincts or perhaps it was Hongjoong's deadly glares shooting their way at every little sound they make, whatever it was, the leader was just thankful for the major improvement because it surely made the journey much smoother than he had anticipated.

He supposed he could only expect so much silence from Wooyoung until his excitement kicks in like the child he was. Sighing to himself in guilt for telling the younger off so bluntly, he moved to ruffle said member's hair playfully. His heart warming when Wooyoung beamed adorably at him, further strengthening his will to protect his fellow group members.

Hongjoong instructed his friends to secure their weapons upon reaching the school gates, "Remember, don't let your guard down easily and stay close to each other at all times. We can never be too sure if we're truly safe." The two nodded and did as they were told.

"We're ready, hyung. Let's find them." Yeosang says, he was set on getting all of his friends back. This was the first time that their group was broken apart and he wishes it would also be the last, he wasn't sure he could take being away from them without knowing if they were alright like this again.

Without wasting another minute, the three entered the school grounds vigilantly in search of their friends.

Floor after floor they looked meticulously, eliminating a few zombies they spotted wandering around. The harsh reality hit them when they had to kill these particular zombies because they were literally kids, their torn school uniforms made that clear. Hongjoong ran a hand through his hair to avoid thinking about the fact that these kids didn't even get to see their parents before turning.

The trio made the decision to lay the few bodies respectfully in a classroom instead, they figured the last thing they wanted to see was dead kids lying around. Wooyoung sniffled, shaky hands hovering over the eyes of one of the kids to gently close them before working with Yeosang to pull a large cloth over their bodies.

Rest in peace, kids. I hope you're all in a better place, I'm sure anywhere is better than here right now.

Once that was done, they continued on with the search by moving up to the highest floor. The first few classrooms were disappointingly empty, the boys were beginning to grow antsy with Yunho and San being nowhere in sight. Only a few more classrooms left to search and that would be all, Hongjoong was afraid because he had no idea where else those two could have gone if they weren't here.

The leader reached for the door to the following classroom, pulling it open slowly only to jump back in shock when he was faced with the barrel of a shotgun.

"Stay back if you know what's good for you, I will not hesitate to shoot."

That voice. It was Yunho.

Hongjoong raised his arms to signal they meant no harm and to avoid further provoking his friend, the ends of his lips tugging up slightly, "Will you really shoot us, Yunho-yah?"

They watched in amusement as the tall male's eyes rounded in recognition, "Hyung! Yeosang, Wooyoung! Oh my god, you're here!" He immediately put his weapon aside to hug his friends. Wooyoung, being the impatient person he was, frowned and pulled away quickly to ask where his best friend was.

Yunho visibly froze at the question, "A-about that… Guys, there's something I need to tell you." Hongjoong did not like where this was going one bit.

Dread filled his being as his eyes darted around the classroom that his friend took refuge in before they landed on a hunched figure that was barricaded by some tables and chairs in a corner.

Nothing could have prepared the three of them for the words that were about to leave Yunho's mouth.

"Sannie… H-he's infected."

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hrtiu · 2 months ago

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Lucanis WIP

I'm working on a Lucanis x Crow Rook fic and thought I'd share a chunk. The story is going to explore some of the darker aspects of the Crows, and how their respective backgrounds influenced them. This snippet in particular is about how Lucanis's background has made it difficult for him to separate intimacy from violence. This scene is from when he is around 18, and has just moved out of Caterina's villa.

TW for brief violence and spicy makeouts. I'm hoping to get more written before I actually begin post this to AO3, but would love to see if anyone else is interested in this kind of story. I'm really excited about it!

Caterina was not the first visitor Lucanis had wanted in his new apartment, and yet here she was.

Caterina’s cane thunked heavily against the cheap pine floors as she toured the modest space, her nose wrinkled at the smell.

“You know the family’s downtown apartments are always available to you, right?” she said, her eyes scanning the slim bed, rickety desk, and barren drawers that served as Lucanis’s only furniture.

“I know. I’ll move there when I feel like I’ve earned it. How can I understand my marks if I’ve hardly lived in the world?”

Caterina nodded, and Lucanis couldn’t help but feel like he’d passed some kind of test.

Caterina sat carefully on the stained chair in the corner and nodded her head.

“You’ll do well here, my boy,” she said.

“Or I’ll die.”

A genuine laugh fell from Caterina’s lips at that. Lucanis couldn’t count the number of times he’d heard Caterina’s personal motto growing up: succeed or die. And of course Caterina loved nothing more than her own orders repeated back to her.

“That’s right, she said with a smile, “And I know which side of the coin you’ll fall on.”

“Thank you.”

Caterina reached into the dusty old handbag she always carried and pulled out a short, wicked-looking dagger.

“One last gift before I go,” she said, and instead of handing the blade to Lucanis, she walked over to his bed and tucked it nearly under his pillow.

“Really, Caterina?” Lucanis asked. “You think I don’t have enough knives?”

“You can never have enough knives,” she dismissed. “And now you have a proper Crow housewarming.”

“My house definitely feels warmed,” Lucanis muttered under his breath.

There was no way Caterina’s sharp ears didn’t hear him, but she ignored it.

“I’d best be on my way,” she said, gathering her things to herself with her chin raised. “Your cousin wants to show me his own apartments.”

“Of course.”

She walked out the door and Lucanis watched her go, wondering what she’d think of Illario’s luxurious new home. It would be strange, living without his cousin for the first time since their parents had died. Lucanis was worried that their time apart would deepen the already growing contrast between them.

From somewhere down below, Lucanis heard the street front door of his walk-up apartment close. Caterina was gone, and something tense in Lucanis’s chest eased.

Then, mere moments later, a soft knock sounded at the door.

Lucanis’s heart rate picked up. He had barely heard her footsteps approach his door. She must have taken his urge for discretion seriously.

In two steps the door was open, revealing the smiling, heart-shaped face of the woman he adored.

“Mariana!” he said, embarrassed at how breathless he sounded.

“Lucanis! I waited for your grandmother to leave. It felt like it took forever,” Mariana said. She was the picture of Antivan beauty: rich, clear skin, a generous figure, and mouth made for smiling.

“I’ve been waiting for this visit all week. Imagine how long that’s felt for me.”

Her smile broadened, and Lucanis knew he’d never tire of seeing it. He’d thought her smile cute when they’d first met at her stall in the market the previous year. Now, after sharing evening strolls, stolen kisses, and countless cups of coffee, Lucanis was convinced she was the most beautiful woman in all of Thedas.

“May I come in?” Mariana asked, and Lucanis realized she was still waiting on the threshold.

“Of course, of course, mi vida.”

“‘Mi vida’?” she said, stepping into the apartment with a coy smile. “You’re very bold today.”

He closed and locked the door behind her with one fluid motion, then pulled her into his arms.

“Something about you makes me feel bold.”

She laughed and swatted him playfully on the chest.

“I’m just a normal shop girl. What could possibly be inspiring about me to a Crow?”

He caught the hand that had swatted him and pressed it to his cheek, relishing in the feeling of fingers meant to caress and love rather than maim and kill.

“You are anything but normal to me, mi vida.”

Lucanis believed this with his whole heart, but he couldn’t deny that her very normality was part of the appeal. As steeped in the cloak and dagger of the Crows as he was, the pure and unqualified affection of a girl like Mariana was a breath of fresh air.

“Hmm, pretty words,” she hummed. “Do you care to prove them?”

Her hand pulled gently down his cheek, onto his chest, and further down. Not to the point of lewdness, but further than they had ever gone before. She’d always respected his boundaries, and the canals and alleyways they’d frequented in the past hadn’t afford this level of privacy.

Lucanis’s mouth went dry. Alone with Mariana. Nothing holding them back.

His hands went to her hips and he pulled her flush against him. He couldn’t pull away even if he’d wanted to, drawn to her like the tides to the moons.

“You drive me crazy,” he said, lowering his mouth to the space where her shoulder and neck met.

Her arms snaked up his back and she walked him backwards through the small apartment. Back, back, back, until they were falling onto his bed. Soon, she was straddling him. Her small hands raked up and down his body, and his thoughts lost any form of coherence.

Things were moving faster than he’d expected, but how could he complain? He was in paradise. She was bliss.

She kissed him, her tongue passionate and demanding. He tried to keep up, but in the back of his mind a strange sense of unease started to creep in.

What, are you afraid, cousin? Illario’s mocking voice sounded in the back of his head. What would the other houses think if they knew the great Lucanis Dellamorte was afraid of women? Afraid of sex?

Mariana started to undo the buttons of his shirt, and Lucanis let her, defiantly spurning the voice in his head. He wasn’t afraid of this. He wasn’t afraid of anything.

He reached for her thighs under her generous skirts, but before he could explore further, she unbuckled one, two, three belts and threw them to the floor. The fine leather and metal knife sheaths thudded heavily on the wooden floor.

“We won’t be needing those right now, will we?” she said with a smirk.

Then she leaned in to kiss him again. As she leaned, her weight shifted. A warning voice that sounded strangely like Caterina broke through the muddled warmth in his mind. The voice screamed at him words of danger, caution, and violence.

Mariana was on top of him, her knees pinning him tightly to the bed and her hands pressing his shoulders into his pillow. Lucanis suddenly felt trapped, as vulnerable as a hare in a hunter’s snare. He jerked his body to the side right as Mariana’s dagger stabbed into his ribs.

“House Velardo send their regards” her hot breath hissed into his ear.

Ignoring the pain, Lucanis’s hand strained against her grip long enough to find the handle of Caterina’s knife under his pillow. As his fingers closed around it, he yanked his hand free and sliced the dagger across her neck in a flash. She collapsed on top of him immediately, her warm blood dripping onto his bare chest.

Lucanis’s heart raced with adrenaline. He shoved Mariana’s body off of him and forced himself to stand. Upon inspection, the wound in his side was deep but not lethal. She would have got him right in the heart if he hadn’t moved at the last moment. She certainly had known what she was doing.

Hands shaking, Lucanis gathered up his clothing and set about washing all the blood away using only the water from the tiny sink in the bathroom. He had no idea how long it took. Then he dressed himself and headed for the Diamond.

He told the man who usually dealt with the bodies about Mariana’s corpse. Only the location--no other details. He told nobody else.

That night, he drank with Illario until the shaking stopped. If Illario noticed, he said nothing.

#veilguard #dragon age the veilguard #lucanis dellamorte #lucanis fanfic #lucanis fanfiction #tw: violence #tw: blood #some spicy kisses too #but still pg-13 #will hopefully develop into a longfic #ever wondered what 18 year old lucanis was like?#future rookanis #but not yet

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siriannatan · 1 year ago

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Court of Ice and Fire - Chapter 1/3

Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

So I re-read certain fic of mine cougdragon's courtcough and decided to try swapping the dynamic. It was… shockingly difficult.

fWhip thought he'd never regret allying himself with his siblings. There was no way they would ever betray him, right? Especially after the stunt Scott pulled. Joining fWhip's alliance and then betraying him to join the Cod alliance just to leave it shortly after and practically isolate himself from everyone. Talk about confusing.

Well. To fWhip's utter shock, they did. Yes, maybe he was getting a bit out of hand with his experimental weapons. But for even Sausage to jump ship? That was low... But not the lowest. The lowest was the fact that fWhip was likely only alive thanks to Scott of all people. The aloof, cold and distant king of ice elves.

So now fWhip was in Rivendell. He had no idea how long he was in Scott's custody. He was passing out a lot lately. For reasons he'd rather not think about that might be connected to his consciousness issue he was tied to a bed too big for a mere prisoner. In a lot of pain for connected reasons. Glaring at Scott as the accursed elf calmly sipped his tea.

fWhip never saw him so underdressed. The long, thick coat he usually always had on, no doubt expensive fabric and furs dragging behind him. Instead covering a tall mirror in one corner. fWhip was at least guessing it was a mirror since there were no mirrors in the room and who like who but Scott liked seeing himself. But who could blame him, Scott was nice to look at even if fWhip was currently rather annoyed with him. Scott should expose his collarbones more often.

"Finally calmed down? Can we talk?" the elf asked, setting his teacup down. fWhip just glared, bearing his teeth. He was not in a mood to talk to anyone. Almost least of all Scott. "Will it be okay if I untie you or will you try to hurt yourself again?" the elf asked, far too calmly for fWhip's liking, as he approached the bed.

After he sat down Scott reached out towards fWhip's face. fWhip, obviously, tried biting him as soon as the pale, perfect, for once bare hand was in his range. Rude, yes. But Scott was fast enough to avoid being actually bitten so he didn't feel too bad too long. Not with cold, dry fingers wrapping around his throat and pushing him into the bed, flaring up the pain he suffered from the last few days.

"Will you go to the healers willingly or do I have to drag you?" Scott rephrased his question. Dark blue eyes narrowing in what could only be described as annoyance.

fWhip tried to struggle but Scott's hand didn't budge. It only got colder, actually. "I can walk on my own..." he finally growled. He could swear Scott's hand started retreating just as he spoke. Maybe even a second or two sooner. But there was no way that was the case. He must have been imagining things.

Once he was sure fWhip wouldn't try biting him again, Scott carefully released the restraints binding fWhip to the bed. He was silent the whole time aside from short yes or no questions on how fWhip's feeling. Not like he really actually cared, fWhip thought. He just couldn't have him dying too fast after all the trouble that was dragging fWhip to Rivendell after the whole mess that happened in Grimlands... Was still happening? He'd probably have to eventually ask about it. Or he could just wait. Not like Scott was going to let him go anytime soon.

The walk to Scott's royal medic was a slow and long one. And boring. As pretty as Scott's castle was there wasn't anything worthy looking at. Aside from the king himself but all fWhip was willing to offer him was a half-hearted glare. Right between his shoulder blades were where his wings would be if he wasn't hiding them. Most likely for comfort. Or so fWhip choose to believe. Why else?

The glaring was actually helping. fWhip could barely walk. His limbs were stiff from being tied and not used for the past few days. And together with his other injuries, it made walking hard. Glaring distracted him slightly from the pain. And he couldn't help but sourly notice that Scott was walking much slower than usual. And didn't put his coat back on, leaving it over the mirror. Any guards or staff that came anywhere near them were glared away by their king. fWhip was only slightly glad no one but Scott had to really see him too much right now.

Aside from his royal healers.

fWhip did his best to ignore the healers as they carefully removed the bandages around his chest. Their chatter about how they managed to fix his broken ribs passed by his ears. Even if he'd usually be fascinated by the workings of magic. Especially elven magic. But as things stand he was barely listening to the healers, as a guard came in. They whispered something in Scott's ear. "A guard will take you back to the room," the elven king said before leaving. Not that fWhip cared for his presence. If anything the healers became quieter and more bearable without him around.

"You should be careful not to strain your ribs or back too much for the next few weeks," it was probably the best he'd get out of anyone about what he actually wanted to hear. So he didn't complain as new bandages were wrapped around him to protect a new portion of the healing salve meant to assist the healing magic that fixed his wounds.

The walk back was even more awkward than walking with Scott. It felt like the guard was afraid fWhip would bite him. Well, he did try to bite Scott already and was sure he'd try again. Something about the way Scott looked at him ticked him the wrong way.

Just like the noise of a key being turned. But not as much as the one covered by Scott's coat mirror. Despite the urge to kick the door he just pulled the coat off the mirror. Carelessly discarding it on the floor.

All he felt this past few days. Jumping between consciousness and void of unconsciousness. Flashes of memory mixing with long present nightmares. He was always seen as a monster, hard to control, a monster without hold on his temperament. His own parents called him that just hours before he became the count. Glaring at the massive wings on his back.

Wing lack of which was now painfully glaring at fWhip from the mirror. Along with a bandage on his left eye. And bandages peeking from under a loose shirt. Not one of his own. The fabric was too soft for his usual wardrobe. And it was too big. One of Scott's? It certainly looked like it. It was suddenly feeling itchy on his skin, his scales no doubt coming to the surface. It was only a matter of time before it was ruined.

His horns were mostly okay. The end of one was missing a visible chunk. Not that he cared anymore. His tail was wrapped in fresh bandages. The missing scales would grow back. The spiky bits... he had no idea but the bet was on 'no'. Not that what he looked like mattered much anymore. Not to him at least. Like it ever did...

He tried moving the muscles that usually moved his wings. They were still there. Hurting. Burning. But not as much as when his wings were cut off. He didn't try straining them anymore. Scott's healers, as much as he hated to admit it, were probably the only ones in all empires who could rival Gem's. If not better. So he probably should listen to their advice if he wanted to stay somewhat healthy. Or to simply keep Scott off his case.

With a sigh, he walked to the window. It was locked. He didn't have to try to know. Scott would not risk it after the trouble he went through to get fWhip here. The heart of his empire. His capital. His castle... His bedroom. At least that's fWhip guessed by how comfortable - uncomfortably so to him - the room was. It certainly suits being king's bedroom more than a prisoner's. And how it could see pretty much the whole city from its windows.

And a lone shape flying away...

fWhip would always recognise the silhouette of Gem flying away. What did she want from Scott? For him to give fWhip to her? An execution? Why was Scott even in Grimlands for that day? And with a whole army at it. Grimlands was not ready for traitors but they in turn weren't ready for Scott. Where did he know their plans from? Why get involved in fWhip's mess?

With a sigh, he lay down on the bed. The healers did tell him to rest. As much as he hated to do as he was told there wasn't much else to do. Besides thinking over, and over and over again about what happened. And he did enough of that between bouts of consciousness.

And it wasn't like he had much time to think. Scott was soon back, accompanied by two maids with dainty carts covered in food, sweets and a big fresh pot of tea. fWhip would prefer something stronger at the moment but he doubted Scott or his healers would allow it in his current state. As the maids set the food on a proper table in one corner of the room, fWhip watched Scott wordlessly pick up his coat and toss it over a chair. In all honesty, it was simply hard to look at anything else with only one working eye. And looking at the ceiling was boring.

"Why drag me all the way here?" fWhip asked once the maids scurried away before Scott could start pretending he cared.

"Maybe I just wanted to annoy some people? There are certainly several individuals annoyed that I brought you to my capital. With how little I interfere aside from just having my troops stationed in Grimlands. Keeping them away," Scott almost seemed to shrug. So he'd rather not voice his actual reasons. "I hope you don't mind the tea and elven cuisine," he moved on as if nothing was wrong. fWhip could play along with that so he carefully got off the bed.

He trusted Scott enough to not suspect the elf would try to poison him. He'd be dead a long time ago if Scott wanted it. And he was really hungry. And elven cuisine was, unfortunately, very tasty so of course he was not going to turn it down. Especially if it was made by top-class elven chefs. He guessed Scott had the best of the best cooking for him and his guests. Or prisoners, in fWhip's case.

So at least part of Scott's troops was in Grimlands. Keeping it safe from traitor's hands. Bah. More like occupying it. He thought as he took in just how much food Scott had brought up here. And realised how little he had eaten since the betrayal. Most of it was forced into him by Scott. He really put a shocking amount of care and attention into keeping fWhip alive. He could have just left him under heavy guard and care of his healers. No need to involve himself until fWhip recovered. "Why were you even in Grimlands for?" he asked, tentatively grabbing some bread and looking over his options of what to have with it. He settled on salad and some meat that had to be lamb. Elves sure had a lot of sheep around...

"Little birdie told me there was trouble brewing so I set to make sure it didn't get too out of control," Scott it would seem was going to shrug everything off with a half-answer. And skip right to the cake. fWhip almost forgot Scott's love for sweets. He was always grumpy if sweet snacks were not present during WRA meetings. And it took a while for fWhip to stop having sweets on the table after Scott left. "Unfortunately they were a bit late with the warning," he added. A poor attempt at comfort.

"So you heard there might be in trouble and that helping could annoy someone," fWhip hummed between bites. Scott really had some good staff in his castle. The finest feasts fWhip ever organised didn't have food this good.

"Basically," Scott nodded slightly, before taking a sip. "You don't have to believe me, but I did think I could help as a side of being an annoyance," he added as he calmly set the teacup down. fWhip had to squash the urge to flip the table. The staff did nothing to him so he wasn't going to make a mess for them to clean.

"So, this is how you keep all your prisoners?" fWhip asked just to avoid the silence.

Scott raised an eyebrow. "No, you're not a prisoner but an important guest," he informed as if he didn't come to Grimlands with his whole damn army. "I'm only keeping you here until you've recovered and your... old allies calmed down enough."

fWhip had no idea what to say. It gave reason for how comfy he was. "So you put me in your comfiest guest room? Because I'm a guest?"

"My bedroom. Healers said to make sure the bed you're on is soft and mine's the softest in the whole castle. And to occasionally cool the bruises," Scott's matter of factly tone was really pissing fWhip off. Must he be actually right when using it? "I'm fine sleeping next door if you prefer," he added, just ten making fWhip realise that Scott might have been really, really close these past few days.

"How long have I been here?"

"Today's the fourth day. I thought you'd rather as few people come near you as possible."

fWhip appreciated it. Just Scott and the two healers he met earlier seeing him at his worse beat rotating maids and healers. Even with everything connected. Like cooling the bruising.

"Am I allowed to have a bath or will your medical staff be angry?" he asked to not overthink everything he just heard. It was a rather difficult task.

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cainluvr69 · 8 months ago

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Let Me Tell You The Story Of A Rainbow - Chapter 12

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Akira: (Oh, I see… In the North, power determines everything. It's a difficult place for humans to survive, so wizards are generally on top, socially speaking.) (This is probably something strange for Owen to hear about, considering how he's lived as a wizard of the North.) …Do you think so too, Bradley? That it's strange for a wizard to be chased out of their home by humans…

Bradley: 'Course I do. I think wizards that get roughed up by humans and run off with their tails between their legs don't have a scrap of pride to 'em. They oughtta use the skills they have at their disposal and live the way they want.

Akira: Skills…

Rustica: To those born with them, such skills are more akin to one's limbs. The dear girl doesn't think of the world she sees as a special one. It's only as special as the magic we can use.

Akira: …You're right, that's not how she'd consider it. There's not all that thick a line between one person's "ordinary" and another's "special". I was looking at Luca as a wizard with a special ability…and maybe I shouldn't have been. How complicated… Trying to understand someone can just make them that much more distant.

I felt something twinge painfully deep in my chest--in the depths of the depths of my heart. But even as I felt that pain inside me, Shylock still turned his best smile on me.

Shylock: Tonight is a most wonderful night. A place where many different views are shared serves to make our drinks sweeter and just slightly more bitter. Regardless of whether it's a special one or not, the young authoress invites us all to explore a hidden world with her; that much is certain. Only those yet-uncorrupted eyes of hers have the right to witness that world…doesn't that sound like a wonderful beginning for a novel?

The ice in the glass held in Shylock's elegant fingers shifted, settling with a small clink. To me, it signaled how late the night had gotten.

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Akira: Thank you for your work today.

Rutile: Mitile, Riquet, if anything happens, tell Dr. Figaro immediately, okay?

Mitile: Okay! We'll keep a sharp lookout.

Riquet: Yes, you can leave everything to Mitile and I.

We had reached the fourth day of the exhibition. Seeing off the wizards in charge of security at the event had become a part of my and Rutile's daily routine.

Figaro: Thank goodness nothing's happened yet, huh?

Akira: Yeah. It sounds like each day's been seeing a huge turnout of guests. I hope everything stays uneventful to the very end…

Figaro: I'm sure everything will be fine. You can leave today's watch to us. Leno's gonna be coming too.

Lennox: Yeah. Don't worry. I've had the chance to practice what to do in case any thieves get in.

Akira: Practice…?

Figaro: Rutile, I'll check up on Luca if she's at the exhibition hall today. I'll let you know if anything's up with her.

Rutile: Thanks so much. I'm sorry I can't go with you today, even though it's such a simple job.

Figaro: It's not a problem at all. You have your own things you need to focus on. I even managed to push some of the responsibility onto Lords Snow and White. I asked them to look after her if anything happens.

Lennox: She's connected to strange creatures in ways that none of us can even imagine, right? During my time living in the mountains, I sometimes felt presences that seemed different from the ones I usually noticed in places that were particularly lush with nature or thick with magic… But the idea of such a small child having to face down something like that on her own has me worried.

While Leno was speaking, calm as he always was, Mitile and Riquet's faces poked out from behind him, having finished their preparations to leave.

Mitile: Leno, Dr. Figaro! If we don't go soon, the exhibition is going to open without us.

Riquet: Tardiness is strictly forbidden. We must do our duties properly.

Mitile & Riquet: So let's get going!

Akira: Take care. And stay safe!

The four of them mounted their brooms and took to the sky with both speed and grace. Rutile and I stood and watched them get smaller and smaller until they vanished into the distance.

Akira: I really hope nothing bad happens before the last day.

Rutile: …Yeah. I hope little Luca can finish her new book and put it up for display without any issue.

The way Rutile was running his thumb over the cover of Luca's picture book, still on loan from Arthur, made his words sound like rather like a prayer.

Akira: (Huh…?)

I suddenly saw what looked like a flicker of rainbow-colored scales near his hand. But I blinked and it was gone, melted back into nothingness. I'm sure it was just…a trick of the light.

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Luca: (What's this… It's such a familiar scent. It's like the scent of sunlight…in a time of the year that's still far off from now…)

…Oh. I'm remembering it little by little. Right, it was…in the afternoon of a hot day. I ran, and I ran, and I ran…and before I knew it, I was out of the forest and onto city streets. I'd been escaping from humans who'd done something terrible to me, but now I was lost in an area full of humans. I sat down at the base of a tree on the road, and the smell of greenery made a few tears roll down my cheeks. That was when I felt something softly land on the top of my head. It was a hat that smelled like roasted barley. This was what the sun smelled like, I thought to myself. When I looked up, I saw someone with tan skin and amber eyes. He said to me, "Are you lost?" Another human. If I didn't run, something bad was going to happen again. That was what was running through my mind, at least. But the gentle scent of the sun relaxed me. And just like that, my exhaustion overwhelmed me… I slowly shook my head. I'm not lost, because there's no one who would look for me. …And then I lost consciousness, because I'd been on the move for so many days I'd lost track. When I next opened my eyes, I was in a fluffy bed. There was a damp towel on my forehead, and I heard a gentle voice from next to the pillow. "How are you feeling?" I heard the sound of a window opening, and a breeze painted with the evening sun tousled my hair. It felt nice. I could see thin clouds in the sky through the window. They were like yellow flowers blooming beneath the sun, with pale green seeping into deep red. They were beautiful. I wanted to try drawing those clouds. That was the kind of vacant thought I had in my head while I let the breeze wash over me. "Hey, were you the one who drew these?" He shyly showed me a thin stack of paper. They were drawings of animals and landscapes that I'd drawn when I'd felt like I wanted to draw, and when I had, I'd drawn to my heart's content. Because that was…my world. A world just for me. I immediately snatched the papers back. Being able to see that world was what made it so difficult to live in this one. I was still very young, and I knew that anyways. "I'm so sorry I looked at something so important to you without asking," he said as he lowered his head in apology. The breeze playing through his bright hair reminded me of wind blowing through waves of wheat. …Oh, so that's why he smelled like sunshine. I don't know why I thought that, but I thought it nonetheless. He smelled like the warm rays of the sun. And then he spoke again, an earnest expression on his face. "The world you draw is beautiful." "It reminds me of the daydreams I saw when I was younger, beautiful but somehow painful, like memories that can only live on in the nooks and crannies of the mind…" And then he gave me a new sketchbook and art supplies. "…I want to get to know both you and your world better. Do you think you could draw more?" "Of course, I don't want you to force yourself… But you're very talented at art, so I couldn't help but think you enjoy it." He smiled at me. It made the corners of his eyes wrinkle up a little. It was the first time I'd made someone smile like that. What emotion was I feeling? It made my chest feel warm, and yet it hurt, too… "Oh dear, why are you crying?!" He got so flustered, he dropped my new gifts. They scattered across the floor, but he paid them no mind, keeping his eyes on me. "Did I upset you? Or, or are you hurting anywhere? If you cry too much, your eyes will get all swollen. Let me get a cold towel for you, and…"

Luca: …Hey. What color are the clouds?

"What…?" I pointed my finger towards the window, and towards the oddly-colored clouds outside of it. He leaned towards the window, putting his hands on the sill. "Let's see, it's right at sunset, so I guess orange is about right. Or, no, maybe they're more of a vermillion…"

Luca: They're yellow, with a little bit of red…and bright green. That's how they look to me.

He startled a bit and looked back at me with eyes a more vivid color than the setting sun. I felt myself start to tremble. But the vicious words I was expecting never came. He blinked at me several times, startled. His eyelashes were gold. And then. "…Is that right?" "What a beautiful world you live in." And he smiled at me a little bit childishly. I panicked for a moment, thoughts racing, and then something jumped out at me. None of the expressions I'd seen on his face were the cold ones I was so used to seeing. This man was the first person to accept me and my world. He didn't treat me like I was weird, and even said he wanted to know more about it… "Oh…right. If we're going to be staying together, I need to know what to call you. Can I ask your name?" I saw myself reflected in his eyes of straightforward sunlight and precious amber. …Perhaps I really had been lost. And this was the person who'd set out to find me.

Luca: …My name is Luca. What's yours…?

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Luca: …Was I dreaming? That was so nostalgic… The inside of my head feels numb. Roxy… Roxy…! Oh, thank goodness, there you are. Looks like I dozed off… Yeah. I had a dream. …A nostalgic dream. …Oh. I hear someone. Aslan's calling for me outside of the picture book… But, for some reason…I feel so sleepy. It makes me want to say something like, my body doesn't want to finish waking up… Why am I so…sleepy…

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By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion. How shall we sing the LORD's song in a strange land? - Psalms 137:1-4 KJV

It's hard to be joyful when you are being sent into exile. It's especially hard when you know that you are partly to blame. Those exiled into Babylon knew that their leaders and themselves had been unfaithful to God and had refused to listen to the prophets. The kings of Israel had a responsibility to the people who depended on them. The prophets warned them again and again that they were weak because they depended on themselves and had lost their trust in God. They broke the Commandments and allowed - and sometimes, even encouraged - their advisors to do the same. It's no wonder that the exiles felt a sense of guilt, and probably anger.

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We were created by God and we are all called daily to love and serve Him faithfully with all our being and live by His Holy Word. Without God, without the LORD Jesus, I have nothing. Without Him, we would have nothing, we can do nothing and we are not who He calls us to be, nor do we have an eternity with Him. Our eternal salvation and every good thing and blessing we receive comes from Him (James 1:17). And we would not be alive or even exist if not for Him. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His patience with us and His forgiveness, mercy and love for us. As Christians and born-again believers, His adopted children, we try everyday to be the people He has called us to be, even when it's difficult. May He help us to never be the cause of someone else's pain or of their turning away from Him and His soul-saving Gospel Truth.

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Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His Holy Word and for sending His Holy Spirit so that we might have His grace, not only to awaken us and transform our hearts in our spiritual rebirth and guarantee our eternity with Him, but to also call upon Him whenever we are in need. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for all the reminders of His love and mercy and faithfulness within His Holy Word. He is bigger than any challenge or circumstance in our lives. Knowing this within our minds and our hearts, nothing can deter our faith in Him and His Truth. May we all accept Him and His eternal gift of salvation and ask that He would transform our hearts and lives according to His will and ways. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His Holy Spirit who saves, seals and leads us. May we always thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His almighty power and saving grace. For He is our strength, and He alone is able to save us, forgive our sins and gift us eternal salvation and entry into His Kingdom of Heaven.

May we make sure that we give our hearts and lives to God and take time to seek and praise Him and share His Truth with the world daily. May the LORD our God and Father in Heaven help us to stay diligent and obedient and help us to guard our hearts in Him and His Holy Word daily. May He help us to remain faithful and full of excitement to do our duty to Him and for His glorious return and our reunion in Heaven as well as all that awaits us there. May we never forget to thank the LORD our God and our Creator and Father in Heaven for all this and everything He does and has done for us! May we never forget who He is, nor forget who we are in Christ and that God is always with us! What a mighty God we serve! What a Savior this is! What a wonderful LORD, God, Savior and King we have in Jesus Christ! What a loving Father we have found in Almighty God! What a wonderful God we serve! His will be done!

Thanks and glory be to God! Blessed be the name of the LORD! Hallelujah and Amen!

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