#because i would start violently making out with him every time i saw him covered in blood

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

Both meow meows at once Nishiki and Majima for blorbo bingo

:D So to make things simpler, I indeed answered both at once. Purple is for both, blue is for Nishiki, pink is for Majima.

Can You Tell I'm Not Normal About Them?

[crookedteethed]

18+ loss of virginity, mentions of non-con, brief smut descriptions

⋆ ★ Thinking about how the Rafe's would take your virginity. <3

Season One Rafe would so take your V card at one of the kook parties, or maybe even in the secluded rec room at the Country Club during Midsummer's. Either way, I can see you losing your virginity to him in a public place. Somewhere where his friends are too, so after he fucks you, he can immediately boost about it.

Ugh, I could see it now, his stupid hair slicked back, his suit bluer than ever, and that silly smile on his face whispering into Topper's ear: 

"Guess who I just had face down ass up on the pool table in the rec room." (Bonus points if you're the hottest girl on the island everyone's been trying to touch.) 

He'd nag you about having sex with him, especially if you'd been talking to one another for months (Not dating. Talking.) 

He would make pass after pass at you every time you'd make out with each other: His hand would sometimes snake its way underneath your skirt, and he'd press on your clothed mound with his thick fingers, or he would (very childishly) start popping you in the back with your bra strap to try to get you to take it off. He'd stopped when you went braless.

When telling season one Rafe that you were a virgin, you almost saw an uncontrollable smile creep onto his face--it's just something having ownership over ones very FIRST sexual interaction (This would be a recurring theme for him in each season.). 

But with that being said, this man would not go soft on you. 

Season Two Rafe, he's got a lot of shit on his plate: he wants to get in the good graces with his father, those stupid pouges have his gold, and he suspects that something could be wrong with him, but no one wants to listen to him. The last thing he needs is a girlfriend that won't put out.

In season two, Rafe knew you were a virgin, and he knew you'd been waiting until you had at least been together for a few months--which, surprisingly, he was okay with--as long as you two could do oral on each other--which you did. 

But one day, a violent fight between Rafe and his father broke out on a date night. 

You'd offer to reschedule the reservations you made for dinner--reschedule the whole day, but to your dismay, Rafe still wanted to go for it. 

It wasn't until after dinner when you were both sitting outside of Tanny Hill in Rafe's truck, that Rafe got himself worked up going over the events from earlier with Ward. 

It wasn't until you both were inside his house that he started complaining about other things--more evidently about you and your stupid virginity saving.

Nonetheless, you just let the boy rant because he was mad; it didn't stop you from your heavy make-out session on his bed later that night.

Something was particularly rough about this make-out session; every time he went to kiss your lips, his hand would wrap around your throat, and every time you protested, his other hand would cover your mouth. 

In the moment, it only felt right to Rafe to overpower you completely, hiking up your dress and pulling down your panties to your knees, along with his slacks and his briefs. 

He cooed you when you cried--as if he weren't the one inflicting your pain, he held you tight when you tried to push him away, and he'll whisper in your ear, "How could you hold out on me with such good pussy like this." every time you told him 'no."

You would almost lose your virginity to Season Three Rafe in a heated moment of vulnerability. 

Rafe would open up to you about his troubles, which ultimately led to him telling you about the bad things he's done to the pouges—to his sister—in the past and how bad he felt. 

And there was something so attractive about THEE kook king breaking down his exterior just for you. 

When the moment got heated with a shared passionate kiss, as Rafe lips left a wet trail down your neck, you moaned, "Rafe, I'm a virgin." and then he stopped. 

Rafe knew he wanted to take your virginity, but he didn't want to make any more brash decisions; he wanted your first time to be special. 

A month or so later, he takes you with him on a business trip to  Guadeloupe--he doesn't tell you what type of business he's doing; all you know is that when he's done, you can have him all to yourself. 

And fuck is he so charming. 

He rents a condo for you two, takes you shopping, and takes you to fancy dinners.

After being out all day, you'd come back to the condo with a trail of roses leading to the bedroom (very cheesy, but he's doing his best). 

Now, don't get me wrong. Just because season three Rafe did take the liberty of making your first-time special doesn't mean he will go all soft on you. 

He does let your cunt adjust to his length for a few slow strokes--until he's completely wrecking your shit--I'm talking about his tip kissing your cervix and him making you squirt for the first time.

[chrisisvbun]

breasts. logan howlett x ftm!reader

n/a: so I really thought of this cus I'm trans and i have really big tits and even though when I started transitioning I hated them, now I accepted them and I don't hurt ny body anymore slay. Trigger warning of a trans man loving and embracing his tits sorry.

Synopsis: Because you always wear binders, Logan never saw your breasts before and didn't really care, until he ran into you in the training room.

cw: smut; touching breasts, desperate grinding, afab terms use, reader parts are called hole and breasts or tits. sweaty sex; praising; slight age gap; reader is smaller than logan; wide description of reader's tits; a bit of dysphoria and transphobia; logan being animalistic; bitting with blood, a lot; reader is a wolf mutant cus why not. Logan and reader are both switches.

words: 1.5k

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Logan and you didn't talk that much, tho Logan would love to yapp about you for hours.

He would never admit the fat crush he has on you, is like everything you do is a reason for him to get excited and flustered.

It's not that you were oblivious, it's just that Logan wouldn't show that side of him to anyone. Not that he would kick his feet in bed, but he locks himself and covers his warm face in his palms until he calms down.

You were so goddamn handsome, you had beautiful hair, some juicy lips from where your adorable fangs would peek every time and a couple of eyes that made his knees shake every time you hold eye contact. God you were gorgeous.

He wanted more. He wanted to see more of you, to discover your body in his hands, he was just so desperate to have you. Like a starving puppy.

The fact that both of you were kinda animalistic should've make him get closer, tho he denied it, he couldn't, he couldn't get closer, if he did, he was gonna lose his mind the second he smelled that masculine cologne you wore for longer than two minutes.

That is until Scott, Ororo, and Jean left you two in the mansion for almost a week to go on one of those long missions. You weren't stuck with him because you had the kids and other friends, but the five of you were the ones who spent more time with each other.

Out of topic, Logan knew. Of course he did, you didn't hide it, you were proud about being trans, and you weren't afraid of saying you were. Also, you were kinda intimidating, those sharp fangs (he wanted you to bite him) and claws (he wanted you to scratch his back until bleeding) could scare anyone. But when you weren't in a feral, animalistic state, you looked like an adorable puppy, with big irises and pupils that shined every time you opened them. Thinking about it better, he had seen you more in your animalistic, feral state: your pupils getting thin, your claws getting sharper, your fangs getting longer and your hair standing on end, rather than you with... normal training clothes.

He doesn't care about your body features, he is just a naughty man that really wants to jerk off with a good image of your body.

Yeah, he is disgusting.

But he can help it, you are just so handsome in his eyes and not only he knows he could take good care of you, but also that you could be such a good man for him. His man.

Gosh he wants you. He wants you so bad. He definitely has a fat crush on you. And he is so normal about you by now that he wouldn't mind admitting it.

When Kurt told him you were training in the gym room, he didn't hesitate. He walks there, hoping to see your sweaty hair, breathing in pants, whining, and growling masculinity as you do push-ups.

But he didn't expect finding you like that.

You were punching a sack hanging in the air, the sack moving violently with every punch you gave to it. Yeah, you were growling and complaining, but he didn't expect to see you like that while the hair on your back was in sight, because you were wearing just a black sport top with your shorts and your red boxing gloves. He could see your biceps flinch and press with every hit, your hairy belly dripping sweat. Yeah. He definitely got hard by now.

You stopped and removed your gloves with your mouth. He began thinking that you knew what you were doing, teasing him, showing him how hot you knew you were, how good you could make him feel if he only had a chance.

His eyes moved down and, oh good god.

They were big. No, big is an understatement. Huge. Big breasts in your usually or unnoticeable chest. Big. Bet his hands wouldn't be able to fit them and oh did he want to find out. Bouncing. Up and down with your breath, sweating, it was an almost pornographic image. How did you managed to keep them hid this whole time?

" 's up, man?" You raised your hand to do a little handshake like you usually do with him (he manages to remember which hand touched you to then use it to jerk off).

"Hey..." He said, taking your hand, his eyes bluntly looking in his chest.

"My eyes are up here." You chuckled, your fangs peeking adorably.

How? How could you turn him on so bad and then look that cute?

"It's hard to not see." He almost sighs, like it was a hard job to stare at your breasts, what makes you laugh and makes him get even harder.

"Enjoying the view I assume." You crossed your arms under your breasts.

"Oh, you have no idea." He finally looks at you in the eye. "How did you—

"Make them unnoticeable? Baggy clothes and binders I guess, and at missions, I use a special suit that pressed them." You explain, sitting in the corner to clean your sweat a bit.

"I'm guessing you are cool about it." He says, leaning in the doorframe in front of you.

"Yeah, you could say so. I mean, I still hide them, so I guess I'm not that cool about it." You smiled, those adorable fangs showing again. "But I'm cool about showing them when it's necessary, I don't really mind. Also, they are a good sight, aren't they?"

"Oh yeah." He said without hesitation. "Great sight."

You chuckled again, and saw his hands tickling to touch, like it was a primal need, also that he was moving and accommodating himself in uncomfortableness. You stood up and got in front of him, grabbing his hands and putting them in your breasts. "What are y—"

"Maybe this could make you stay still and stop yapping about me all the time." You giggled, making him blush so freaking pathetically.

"How do you—"

"Know about it? I'm a wolf, pup, I hear you kicking your feet and jerk off all night." You laughed, but a hint of a blush got in your cheeks too. "I'm really flattered by that, really." You said gently.

His hands instinctively squeezed in your flesh, maybe wanting to hear you moan, but instead is he who moans at the feeling.

"Good?" You asked in a giggle. He nods desperately.

"Can I...?" He asked like you could know what he is talking about. Surprisingly, you do know.

"Yeah, pup, serve yourself." You gave him a sly smirk, lickings your own lips.

He moved his head down, sinking his nose in your sweaty breasts and ran his tongue through it, finally making you moan low. His hands gripped your flesh and he moved your top down to finally take the left one in his mouth, sucking it like he could gain any milk from them. He sucked your pink nipple like he was a hungry puppy, squeezing the other like he was giving him a notice in what was coming next for it.

"Gosh. Such a desperate little shit." You moan with a smile, pulling his hair out of your chest.

He was breathing in pants, his mouth half open and leaning down again to try grabbing your breast again, but you didn't allow it.

"Come on, pup, don't get all needy now, gotta save it for the big price." You moved your hands to his waist, pulling him closer with a smirk.

If you were trying to dominante him, you were being pretty successfull.

He grabbed your cheeks in his callous hands to flush you against him and kiss him hungrily, making you squeeze his waist even more. As the make out got hungrier and wilder, you pushed him against a wall with a growl and moved down to bite and suck in his neck.

"Bite harder, please." He begged, you huffed in his neck, almost a laugh.

You sank your fangs into his beautiful neck and sucked like a vampire, moaning at the feeling of your mouth full of his sweet blood. He hissed the second you sank your fangs, his hand gripped your head as he moaned louder than he would wanted to.

"God damn, bub..." He sighed of pleasure, looking how you took your teeth away.

You looked up at him, almost adorably and innocently, your fangs peeking on your bottom lip and your whole mouth and chin dripping his blood.

He pulled you in for a kiss again, now he was the one grabbing your waist and lifting you against the wall. You smiled in the kiss, almost making him go nuts as he grinded against you.

"God- you are- so- desperate, pup." You managed to say between his kisses and your gentle moans at the feeling of his bulge against your wet hole.

"Logan!" both of you heard Rouge's voice coming in. Logan quickly pulled away with his face red as a tomato and you with an animalistic grin. "Am I... interrupting?" She asked.

"Not at all." You said with a smile. "See you later, pup." You gave Logan a slight squeeze in his ass, which made him jump a bit in his place.

He was about to complain but you were already leaving, carrying your scent, taking it away from him.

But, oh, he was taking it back.

[swampstew]

Ok so I am basing this ask off this post:

https://www.tumblr.com/stuckinthewrongworld/754204449503870976?source=share

Could you do this with Law, Kid, and/ or Zoro please? You guys have some fun, but have to go your separate ways for a little bit, but end up in the same place again just a few months later. You've been so busy, you haven't noticed the changes to your body, only that you're more tired, but you think it's just because of everything you've had to accomplish. But he notices right away, because he remembered every little detail about you. Maybe your shirt lifts up and he notices? Or you have a tight fitting shirt on? Idk I'm so in love with this concept I NEED to read it!

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Hebi the way I had to be on life support for this....the way my uterus was like ok time to be a problem since my womb is empty from this...I could only knock out (HAHAHAHAHA) one for Kid but I plan to repost it along with Law and Zoro's POVs at a later time. Brain only light up for Punk tonight.

Summary: You have a casual relationship with Eustass Kid, a here and there type of thing. At least that's how it felt on your end. You didn't know he felt about you, the way he sees you, the way he wants you. No matter what. No bumps in the road can sway him. CW: Eustass Kid x F Reader, accidental pregnancy scenario - something short and sweet based off this post | no actual smut, all fluff and tenderness from someone so brash and violent

Kid clocks it right away. He’s so eager when he sees you, finding you on the dock instantly, and the first thing he notices are the dark circles under your eyes and your breasts look particularly perky in your top. He makes himself known, to your surprise, pulling you into a giant hug and asks you if you’re ok.

You tell him you’re just tired from work and your social battery was pretty much drained all the time, but you are happy to see him again. His hand traces your sallow cheeks as you tell him what you’ve been up to before he decides he’s going to carry you to the nearest food stall to get you both something to eat. He holds you while you hold the bags of food, cradled against his muscular chest as he takes long, impatient strides to your home. He’s going to get to the bottom of this and he wants to do it without his crew hovering.

He tells you about his adventures while you eat, if it can be called eating since you a few bites before you looked queasy, abandoning your plate and drinking ginger ale instead. Kid pushes his plate away and brings you to your feet, bringing you to his chest as he his hands gently caress your hips.

“I’ve been gone for a while now. Has anything happened?”

“Hm? Aside from taking on more work to pass the time, not really.”

“Nothing at all? Its been three months since we saw each other.”

“What are you getting at?” you ask irately, not liking the implication of his question.

Kid turns your body so your back is resting against his torso, metal hand holding you in place while his flesh fingers spread across your lower belly. The slow strokes made goosebumps erupt along your soft skin.

“You definitely didn’t have this last time…”

“ARE YOU CALLING ME F—?!” your yell is cut off as he covered your mouth.

“Y/N! Do the math!”

When your body starts trembling, he knows you made the connection and swiftly picks you up and takes you to your bed. Waiting to see if you would start the conversation.

“We never talked about an accident like this,” you whisper.

“No, so what are we going to do?”

“We?”

“Well…yeah. Unless you don’t want me involved…”

“I-I think I want too…but…sigh…I wouldn’t expect you to stay,” you whisper.

“You’re right I wouldn’t” he snorts, “Cause I’m taking you with me, idiot. No way in hell I’m letting you do this alone.”

[moonchildxoxx]

Hi Blue! How are you? Could you write what would be like jealous sex with neteyam, jealousy on his part with his partner, like headcanons, something more fluffy than aggressive, I don't think Neteyam would ever be violent with someone he loves, I would love that, please

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Jealous sex will Neteyam

A/N: hopefully you like it it’s my first time writing ✍️ smut for others to read . Aged up Neteyam is aged up both him and reader are 19

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem! Omatikaya! Reader

Word count: 706

[ Requests Open]

Master list

Rules

Neteyam wasn’t one to easily get jealous but when he did, he had many ways of showing it he was quick to show others and remind you that you belonged to him

He never lets it get to far-

When he saw you getting too close to another man for his liking He’d get one of his siblings to come and interrupt you. Sometimes it was Kiri asking you for help gathering herbs for Mo’at. Most of the time it was Tuk asking you to play or do her hair and it worked every time he knew you had a soft spot for his youngest sister. the best part is he never appears jealous because it ‘s not his fault his sisters just love you that much.

He’ll love bom you the moment your alone -

He’ll focus all of his attention on you the moment you’re alone together after one of these incidents. The moment you’re in your hut he’ll close the flap and immediately kissing along your neck. Kissing your throat dragging his hands along your sides.sneaking his hands under your top rubbing you tits squeezing them. You moan out his name “ teyam! …what’s gotten into you ma Teyam “ you asked him.

He’ll leave you full of marks where others can see-

He ignores you, picking you up and taking you to your guy's bed. He immediately start undressing you. Starting from top to bottom kissing along your body leaving bit marks along your neck and slowly moving down to your thighs all over the places your loincloth doesn’t cover.

He likes to remind you who you belong to-

After marking you he likes to remind you who you belong to. He pushes you onto the bed kneeling between your parted legs wasting no time and pushing his fingers into you . Dragging another moan from you . He’ll continue until he’s made you come at least once from his fingers alone. And that’s only the start neither of you get much sleep that night. You breathe heavily this was the 4th time you came and Neteyam didn’t seem to be done with you just yet.” Nete i can’t no more “ you pant out. He smirked “ no ? “ he asked you starting to pump himself into you again “ you can’t give your mighty warrior just one more “ he kisses your neck and moves down to your chest sucking your nipple. He picks up his speed, your legs shake . It’s not long before your coming again. “ who do you belong to syulang “ Neteyam asks you. You feel you stomach knotting again you cry out his name “ Neteyam “ well coming again. He smiled pressing against you , giving you a kiss thrusting deeply one last time finishing inside you. “ that’s right syulang you belong to me “ he whispered in you ear pulling away from you. He reaches over grabbing a cloth cleaning both of you. before letting you rest pulling you closer to him cuddling you close to him.

Lingering stares and sensual touches when they are in a group-

this continues for the next few days him pulling you aside anytime he sees you giving you short sweet kisses. Wrapping his arm around you well around others whether it’s his family or your friends. He’ll find himself watching you more during training or when he sees you around, like at the very moment you were helping his mother cook dinner in the Suli family hut he was meant to be helping make arrow heads but was distracted by you. He felt a hand on his head forcing him to look back at his task, he looked up to see his father giving him a look. He quickly turned around and went back to work.

Later that night well you hung out with his siblings and Spider around a late night fire. he took the chance and moved you into his lap kissing you on the cheek. Making you blush, he looked at you smirking. Lo’ak throw a cup at his brother “ bro! Get a room!” Neteyam looked over at him unimpressed “ you know what little brother you’re right see you losers later “ he didn’t give you a chance to react picking you up and walking off towards your hut

[baby-stay92]

In Between Stages

Pairing: Idol!Seungmin x Idol!Reader

18+, MDNI.

Warnings: kissing, semi-public sex, P in V (wrap before you tap), unprotected sex, let me know if I've missed any.

WC: 958

Credit: Baby-stay92 & commissioned by @c0m3t143

Taglist: @miss-daisy04 @adestayskz @kpop---scenarios

@chanchansgirly @seochangbins-wife @lixies-favorite-cookie

@dwaekkicidal @hanjsquokka

You and Seungmin had always felt a connection towards each other, but never had it been as strong as in this very moment. You were both backstage, waiting to go on stage, his group would go first, but until then you both sent longing looks to each other. At one point, you found yourself alone with him in one of the rooms set up for people to relax in, between stages. You were sitting on each end of the couch, constantly glancing at each other, fighting the urge to meet in the middle. Soon enough the urge won and you both launched for each other, meeting in the middle of the couch. Hands were everywhere, lips were entangled in a messy make out session and soft moans filled the room. You never wanted this moment to end but soon it did as none other than Bang Chan cleared his throat, sending the two of you back to reality. You both quickly pulled away and Minnie got off the couch as Chan told him it was time for them to go on stage. You watched him walk out the room, sadness clinging to him like a dark cloud. Chan sent you a look filled with warnings and you knew that it wasn’t because he was against you and Seungmin, no he was simply worried about the potential dating rumours that could cause problems for both his group and yours. You turned around and faced the monitor that was set up for people backstage, to see the stage and the various groups performing. You saw Seungmin and the others come on stage and on pure instinct you moved from the couch to the coffee table, to be closer to the monitor, wanting  to not miss a thing. You didn’t realise just how big of an effect he had on you, you were glued to the monitor, your eyes were big and following his every move not realising that you slowly, but surely, grew more and more wet. How was it possible for a human being to be this cute, sexy and talented? It hardly seemed fair to the rest of the world, that one person held all those qualities. The stage ended and you got up, walking to the hallway and then towards the door where Seungmin soon would appear. Of Course literally every other member came through the door first, testing your patience. Finally Minnie walks through the door and before he’s even fully through it, you grab him by his hand and pull him down the hall to the nearest bathroom. He gasps in shock and you think you hear him question your actions along the way, but you simply didn’t care. You pushed him inside the bathroom, before joining him and closing the door behind you, making sure it was locked. 

“I don’t care about the risk of rumours starting! All I care about is you, Kim Seungmin.” You pant and kiss him before he can answer. He eagerly kisses you back and soon he grabs you and bends you over the counter, making you face yourself in the mirror. You smirk at him, as he quickly pushes your little skirt up over your ass before he pulls his pants down, just enough for his hard dick to spring free. “Better make this quick, baby, you have a stage soon” He groans and pushes your panties aside.

“Let’s see what you got, big boy” You giggle but you soon stop, as he mercilessly slams into you, with full force. He doesn’t give you as much as a second to adjust to him before he starts railing you fast and hard. You’re unable to control your moans, and so he reaches down to cover your mouth, not wanting people to hear the two of you. You placed your hands on the mirror, stopping yourself from slamming your head against it as you were bouncing from his brute force. He moved his free hand to your ass where he violently slaps you over and over again, not stopping till your cheek is red and sore for him. You had no idea how long the two of you had been in this position but you soon felt that recognisable knot tighten in your stomach, telling you that you were close to your orgasm. Somehow he seemed to know this, cause he suddenly moved his hand from your ass, down around you to your clit, where he aggressively started to rub circles. You felt the knot in your stomach snap after no time and an earth shattering orgasm washed over you, making your legs shake like leaves in a hurricane. He didn’t slow down at all, rather he picked up his pace and force, not caring that you were now feeling oversensitive - all he wanted was to make the both of you feel amazing. And god did he manage just that, you’d never felt anything like this before and all you could do was just take it, moaning louder and louder against his hand. Soon you felt him fill you up causing you to come again, your eyes screwed closed from pleasure. He stayed inside you for a moment but as a voice announced over the loudspeaker that you had to move to the stage door, he pulled out and fixed your clothes for you, before fixing his own.

“That was…” You trail off, standing up, fixing your hair.

“Amazing” He finished your sentence and kissed your clothed shoulder. You smile as you turn to him and kiss his cheek before leaving the bathroom, to go meet up with your group, so you could go perform, though you had no idea how you’d manage it with your legs feeling like jelly.

[0xstarzx0]

LOVE ME LIKE I DO | ONE SHOT|

Rafe S3 x Yandere reader

{OPEN COMMAND (please l’m bored)}

[English is not my native language ❗️❗️]

synopsis: If he doesn’t love you as you love him, just give him a little reminder, maybe he’ll understand who he belongs to this time.

Ok then, it’s really creepy to read, it’s the first time I write this kind of thing and it’s probably the last time. It’s really weird and not suitable for an uninformed public, so if you’re sensitive please don’t read this, I’m fucking serious. Don’t.

tw: murder, stalking, mental issues , weirdos, mentions of sex , mentions of murder , insults, violent, non-con, kidnapping, yandere.

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Rafe knew he had a problem, but you. You were crazy. You proved it to him several times, instead of scaring him, it turned him on.

You were also very jealous, so much so that once you tried to fight with a girl who watched Rafe for too long.

Simply put, Rafe wasn’t the only one who was crazy, you were a crazy couple. Who could kill to protect each other and vice versa.

But Rafe wasn’t as in love as you were, he was definitely possessive and strongly attached to you but he wasn’t obsessed with you. On the other hand, you were.

To say that you didn’t want to cover up several times without him noticing, or even spy, would be a lie.

You had the location of his phone, put a camera in his room with a microphone.

You were a psychopath. Rafe compared to you was a little gambler.

You could only take it out on your mother, the only memories you have of her are all the times she keeps telling you not to give up when you loved someone.

If it took 20 years, then it would take 20 fucking years.

When you lost access to Rafe’s location, a few things were weird. When you went to Tannyhill and the house was empty, you quickly understood what was going on.

Rafe had abandoned you, after all you had done for him. You had literally killed for him, you even had to hide a body for him.

And he to thank you was gone??? No Rafe you do not know who you belong to?

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Rafe had returned to Outer Banks.

As soon as he set foot on the island, he had sealed his fate.

The camera you had in his room was still working, and so was his microphone. You get up an hour instead of him every morning, just to see him get up and change.

You were just wet to see his abs or his hard dick in the morning.

Today was a day like any other, you plan to spy on him and take notes. You noticed he melted the cross you stole with him and sold it with Barry.

You followed him around the streets of Charleston. Making you as discreet as you could. You don’t understand why Rafe turned around and started looking around.

You hid as fast as you could and Rafe left.

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You felt your heart filled with sadness and hatred. Your whole body felt broken.

Rafe had a party to celebrate his official return to the island but, the latter was not alone.

Under his muscular arm is Sofia, a girl who worked at the Country Club that you and Rafe used to date.

She knows very well that Rafe belongs to you because, she had several times seen you slip away with him in the toilet.

That bitch knew full well she never should have done it, yet she did.

She’ll pay you, you swear.

When you got home that same night, you saw Rafe moan her name, touch her make her scream. Every second you spent watching that fucking screen disgust you.

You must have been the one he was exhausting, over-stimulating, so why were you there and she was being destroyed?

A wave of Jealousy and hatred overwhelmed you, You could not sleep. You got up, you started imagining what you would do to them and you liked the idea.

Your hand went to your panties, Rafe’s favorite. 

You touched yourself with two fingers, you’d force Sofia to look at how much Rafe would rather fuck you, kiss you and make you scream his name.

how obsessed Rafe was with you.

You started shaking feeling your orgasm coming, you felt like it was Rafe’s fingers, you closed your eyes two minutes and when you opened them, you fingers were soaking your sheets too

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The next day, you made sure of everything. The hammer was in your bag with the ropes and the sedative.

You waited to see Rafe’s bike go and entered Tannyhill. You made sure to be as quiet as possible and is checking the camera through your phone. Sofia go to the bathroom.

You walked into the room and heard ten minutes, until Sofia was too busy washing herself to hear anyone coming into the bathroom.

When she got out of the shower and unfortunately for her, she didn’t turn around, you strangled him with the rope.

She struggled for a while and you pressed your knee behind her back to further limit her oxygen. "You’re gonna die when Bitch!" You’re screaming.

Her suffocations were the only noises in the whole house. Suddenly she stopped moving her face was blue.

She was dead. You took her body and dragged her into the room, put her in a suitcase and went downstairs into the kitchen.

You pulled out the ingredients to prepare Rafe’s favorite dish is here.

Once finished, you put sedatives in it, then you imitated Sofia’s writing to perfection. You looked at the time and realized that Rafe was coming home soon. You went up to get Sofia’s body and took it with you from Tannyhill.

You fed it to the alligators, including in the swamp, and burned Rafe’s suitcase. You went home and prepared everything for tonight, you put on your best dress and you made the most beautiful possible, your reunion was going to be perfect.

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Your moans were the only thing audible in the room.

Rafe opened his eyes more and more slowly, he wanted to move his arm but he could not. The more he forced the more he felt his arm was being burned.

He also felt like a few things or rather someone was on him. He was inside a pussy?

This thought made him open his eyes, look at his beas and he was hung on either side of the bed. He looked ahead and froze on the spot.

You were on him, He was inside you and you were moving on him. You moaned his name you shoved your nails into his skin.

"Damn it, Y/N..." he moans trying to come to his senses. "Fuck Rafe!" You scream while accelerating your movements.

You moan louder and louder until you reach your peak.

You collapse on Rafe. "Fuck Y/N what are you doing here?" Rafe asks screaming.

You look Rafe in the eye. "You belong to me Rafe, I came to take back what belongs to me." You say while looking at him.

"You’re a fucking weirdo!" He starts trying to get the ropes off his wrists.

A clapping sound sounds in the room. Rafe slapped violently. You grab the back of his head violently forcing him to look at you.

"You know I’m crazy about you? You know that?" You ask Rafe about to explode. "YOU KNOW WHAT I’M CRAZY ABOUT YOU RAFE??!" You’re screaming. He’s not answering.

You close your eyes and calm down. "Everything I’ve done and what I’m going to do, I do for love you know that." You gently caress Rafe’s cheek. You stand up and get the hammer that was in your bag. You walk up to Rafe. "What are you going to do?" he asks you to panic. "Make you understand never to leave me or cheat on me again."

You hit his head violently, which just knock his out.

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You watch Rafe wake up, when he opens his eyes he’s panicked, he looks around him. "You’re finally awake Love?"

You lean to put your face closer to his, he instantly backs up in his chair to which he is tied. You still manage to put your lips on his.

"Let me go, I won’t tell anyone." he asks you with pity.

You put your arms and your head on his lap. "I can’t, honey." You say in a little voice. "Why?" he asks." Because you’re not in love with me, and until you feel what I feel for you, I won’t let you go. Even if it takes me twenty years or more."

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[flxrartsstuff]

Dressing Up 👔

Nanamixfem!Reader OneShot, 18+

Author‘s note: This idea came up in my mind when I saw a TikTok actually. A cosplayer dressing up as Nanami and I imagined how it would be if you could wake up to this every morning, watching Nanami getting ready for work in front of you. This is also my first post here on tumblr and I hope you give this one a try!

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I blinked a few times as I was about to wake up and the bright light from the window was already making me squint again. But I didn't feel anyone next to me, the side of the bed was empty, whereas yesterday I had fallen asleep comfortably in my husband's arms. I turned around and saw him standing by the mirror, right next to the bed. And I liked the view so much that I was suddenly wide awake.

»Do you have to leave so early?« I asked the blonde, still sleepy, and turned onto my side, resting my head on the pillow with one hand. He turned around as soon as he heard my voice and reached for his beige pants to pull them over his ankles. His eyes locked on mine and I couldn't look away.

»Early? Look at the clock.« He grinned, nodding his head towards the digital clock on his bedside table. It clearly showed 7:00 in the morning. Definitely too early for me and too soon for him to have to go to work. I would have liked to ask him to undress again and lie with me. To warm me up like last night. I was still naked, with only the comforter pulled up to my neck, I could still feel his touch on me and his kisses. He had taken me so many times until we had both fallen asleep in each other's arms. My legs were still trembling from the intense touches, because of his hands that had impatiently pushed my thighs apart and had made me feel his hard manhood. I had lolling under him, moaning and begging for more. His every thrust was still felt in my nether regions, even though he was already on his feet this morning and getting ready for the day.

My gaze slid from his legs up to his chest as he slipped the blue shirt over his shoulders that I had ironed yesterday. His pants were still open, giving me a glimpse of his Calvin Klein boxers. Always a man with style. He was never satisfied with cheap shorts and always bought clothes that were much more expensive. I liked to rip his shirt off every time and do the same with his boxers. When he gave me the upper hand. His eyes were on me, as if we were just talking with our gazes. And we both knew that he wanted to continue where we had left off yesterday. His eyes were clouded with lust, dark and distorting. He bit his lip lightly as if to say, »You're unbelievable.«

I grinned and let out a long sigh as he fastened the last button of his shirt, ending the view of his chiseled pecs for the time being. Our looks were worth a thousand words. I read in his eyes the same words I had heard him say last night.

»Fuck, baby, you're incredible. A little more, I want all of you. I want to be even deeper inside you.«

»Oh God yes...« It was as if I could hear the two of us doing it together without restraint. How loud we must have been, so that all the neighbors already knew us. The bed, which banged violently against the wall with each of his thrusts, the head of which he constantly held on to in order to thrust into me with even more momentum. I could still feel him inside me, his hard length twitching deep inside me, hitting every sensitive spot inside me and eliciting loud cries of pleasure.

»Kento...don't stop...just don't stop...« I had moaned, digging my fingers into his back, which had long since turned red and was covered in scratches.

»Stop?« He had repeated amusedly, pulling back only to thrust again with full force. »I'm just getting started...«

One climax followed the next until my nether regions were melting with heat. I screamed his name countless times, spurring him on. My hands kept burying themselves in his hair and pulling on it. When I looked up at him now, I saw a neatly trimmed hairstyle. He pushed the shirt into his pants and his hands wandered purposefully down to his crotch. I could only watch as he zipped it up agonizingly slowly, as if he wanted to show me again what to expect tonight. I couldn't hold back an excited sigh, even when he tightened the belt around his hips.

»Such a naughty thing...« he replied quietly as he grabbed his watch and clasped it around his wrist. I had given it to him for Christmas last year and he's worn it every day since then. It slid so easily over his wrist and drew my attention to his masculine and strong hands, whose fingers I had felt deep inside me as well last night. He wanted to tease me and feel me, wanted to taste me and had even made me suck on his fingers so that I could taste my own moisture and arousal. He knew how to drive me out of my mind.

Every of his moves were perfect. His morning routine seemed so elegant and efficient despite its simplicity. He smelled of his aftershave, which would have put me to bed long ago if I hadn't already been here. My thighs pressed together violently, but I couldn't stop myself from feeling a warm, aroused trail on my pussy. I liked undressing him, but watching him get dressed had an equally attractive effect on me. All that was missing now was for me to start drooling. Of course, Kento took full advantage of this. When he had fastened the buttons on the sleeves, he reached for his tie, with its unmistakable leopard pattern. It was still hanging on my right hand, lightly wrapped, reminding me of what had happened yesterday.

»You’re only mine. Understand?« His voice had been so dark when he had tied his tie around my wrists. So I had been completely at his mercy, throwing my head back with a moan and giving myself over completely. My hands were tied tightly to the bed above my head as he playfully ran his tongue up my thigh and then between my legs. He played around my clit, licked me and sucked on my womanhood. I had reared up in excitement, thrown my head back, rolled my eyes and opened my mouth so wide that nothing but moans and whimpers came out.

»Fuck…« I breathed out, not able to say anything else. But it wasn’t enough for him. Of course it hadn't been enough for him. And as long as he hadn't had his answer, he would delay my orgasm until he had heard what he wanted.

»Understand?« he repeated with emphasis in his voice, stopped sucking on my clit as I loved it and looked at me. I had looked down at my legs, his head between my thighs, my arousal on his lips.

»Yes, oh God, yes! I'm yours, Kento.« I had whimpered in desperation that I wouldn't have recognized myself. My hips wanted to grind against his mouth again, but he laughed softly to himself as he leaned closer to me again. His voice beat against my pussy and sent a thousand shivers through my body.

I could still feel the tremors from my climax and clenched my thighs even tighter. But nothing helped, so I hurriedly jumped off the bed and at least helped him with his tie. Maybe that would distract me a little.

»Let me, will you?«

He grinned, snuggled closer to me and placed his hands loosely on my hips. But he let me do it and watched my every move. I knew how to tie a tie, he had shown me often enough. But instead of it calming or distracting me, I thought back to last night. When I had been able to experience control for a moment, when I had sat on him and ridden him without hesitation. I grinned broadly, adjusted his tie and straightened his shirt collar.

»What are you thinking of?« he asked me amused.

»Oh God, yes...« He had moaned beneath me, hot-blooded and uninhibited. Had constantly thrust his hips against mine in unison, making me sink him even deeper inside me each time. I had moved slowly at first, then faster and faster on him, riding his cock with such impatience until another climax had built up in my abdomen. I felt him twitching and quivering inside me, felt that he was almost as far as I was. I had stretched my back, my breasts bouncing with every thrust and his hands dug into my hips.

»Fuck, I‘m cumming…oh god, I‘m cumming!«

»Cum for me…« he had growled darkly, sending me finally over the edge. I couldn’t stop grinning, moaning, letting everything out what I had felt in this moment. His hips continued to move for a while, I was still rubbing my wet pussy against his cock to savor every last spark of my orgasm. I could feel him quivering and cumming inside me too. Growling and moaning, his hands sunk firmly into my flesh. Something I loved besides letting him lead me was turning the tables on him. To see the excitement and lust on his face as I moved on top of him and the desperate need for release.

And as soon as I had sunk into the pillows next to him, his arms had wrapped around me and we had sunk into a deep and satisfying sleep. At least until this morning, which brought me back to the reality. Even though, as he took his jacket and left the flat with a kiss on my lips, I still couldn't think about anything else but how I would take off all his clothes tonight as slowly and efficiently as he had put them on.

[marveloustimestwo]

hiii and congratulations on 700 followers!!! 🥳🎉 you deserve it 🫶🫶

for the celebration, could i please request the star, strength, the tower and the magician for peter quill and thor odinson? thank you so much! 💕💕💕

Peter Quill:

Strength - How outwardly passionate is this yandere around their darling?

Peter's pretty outward in what he feels about you in some capacity, but it would be in the most douchey way possible. He's not really the type to recognize that he's obsessed, but rather thinks he's just really in love with you, and there's nothing wrong or weird about how strong it is.

In the beginning, he puts up this easygoing, flirty front that he usually does with people he's attracted to, expecting you to fall quickly and easily, just like he did with you. Think of those really douchey fratboys. The longer/more you reject him, the more desperate he gets, until he's pretty obvious about his feelings.

This never really stops. Even if you actually start dating him, he'll never lose that original spark, and will never stop shouting to the world how much he loves you.

The Tower - If this yandere saw their darling in danger, how would they respond/react?

Quickly and violently. Peter may not have any powers, but he's still got his wits, his guns, and his ego to boot. He'll do anything to make sure you're safe. Even if he's outnumbered or up against a giant monster, Peter will think of some way to get you both out, even if it means flat-out running and getting back at whoever threatened you later.

The Magician - How would this yandere use their abilities/status on their darling?

The first thing Peter will try to use is his charm. It's gotten plenty of people, men, and women alike, into his bed before. Again, think fratboy. If you don't like that, he'll switch it up to something different.

He'll talk about his bounties, his missions with the Guardians, and how he's helped save the universe to show you how amazing he is. More subtly, it also shows how strong he actually is, despite not having any powers anymore. It shows that he has as much pull in some places as much as it has some people hunting him down. At the very least, he could also have his friends on his side to cover up some strange (illegal) things.

The Star - How would this yandere deal with with their darling's loved ones?

It would kinda all depend on your loved ones. Peter's honestly the type to not really care about what your loved ones thinks about him, especially in his early days before he's dropped some of his ego. He'd rather be out exploring the universe with you, kicking ass, having fun, and making money. However, he would happily let you have contact with the people you care about, and even visit them every so often.

That would change if/when your loved ones weren't all that fond of him. Peter wouldn't be happy if they tried keeping you away from him, but he's not the type to go straight to murder. He knows what it's like to suddenly not have your family. So he'll try his best to convince them that he truly has your best interests in mind, and if that doesn't work, well, you might not hear from any of them for quite a long time.

Thor Odinson:

Strength - How outwardly passionate is this yandere around their darling?

Pretty passionate. Thor's not one for subtlety. When he wants you, you're going to know it. Like him, his feelings are loud and big, and he does not feel the need to hide it. It'll only get worse if you accept his advances because now he thinks he can be as affectionate as he wants. He loves you so much! He wants to tell you that, to hold you, to give you gifts, and to show everyone that you love him too!

The Tower - If this yandere saw their darling in danger, how would they respond/react?

Thor's not one to mess around about his loved ones, especially not his darling. He may appear goofy and lighthearted a lot of the time, but he's still a god. He has hundreds of years of experience with fighting, combat is nothing difficult for him. Those who threaten you are automatically viewed as something to be killed, as he doesn't see you as truly safe until he knows for sure that they can't come after you anymore.

The Magician - How would this yandere use their abilities/status on their darling?

If you were Asgardian, Thor would end up using his role as Prince to his advantage. In his early days, this would be intentional. He hasn't gotten his ego checked yet, so he thinks he can do what he wants because he's royalty. Later on, he would still end up unintentionally using his privilege to sway you by boasting about how he saved his people, how he overcame Hela to become the ruler Asgard needed.

This would still be pretty similar if you weren't Asgardian. He would still often boast about his role as the god of thunder and the Prince of Asgard, which can be intimidating to a normal person. Sometimes it's not malicious, but sometimes it kind of is.

The Star - How would this yandere deal with their darling's loved ones?

Thor would be pretty friendly with your loved ones! So long as they aren't causing you or your relationship with him any harm, he sees no reason to treat them like strangers. His personality and past make it pretty easy for people to like him, so it's easy for him to integrate into whatever group he needs to.

[boots-with-the-fur-club]

28 and 29

I combined the two, hope you don’t mind! Also, um, I went a little far with this. Make sure to check the tags.

@daboyau

Leo thrashes around violently against the restraints keeping him to the table. The Kraang who brought him there had taken out his portaling ability the first chance they got. It feels like years since then. Maybe it has been. The Kraang aren’t exactly generous when it comes to their prisoners.

Especially not one they’re trying to break.

He stops moving as much when a certain former warring warrior scientist walks in. He was taken at the same time Leo was.

That doesn’t mean he’s also a prisoner though.

“I-I want to be mad at you, but you’re like this and Mikey isn’t….you turned into such a freaking softy. Sacrificing yourself for the greatest mystic warrior ever? He’s not even a kid anymore.” Leo scoffs.

Draxum’s half Kraang covered face doesn’t change expressions. It was worth a try. It’s not like this could get any worse. It is torture by the world’s evilest creatures after all.

He lifts up a syringe filled with a green substance.

“What….going to double mutate me? It’ll do exactly what you’re trying to avoid.” Leo insists.

The reason Leo isn’t part of the grossest shade of pink ever hive mind right now is because they want someone to infiltrate the resistance undetected. That means he can’t look like Draxum does right now.

It also means they have to get him under their control another way.

He had been kept in a cell for a long time before this. Every day, Draxum would come in and use something new on him to make sure he never got used to the torture.

Leo’s healing factor meant that it could go on for a long time. Wounds closing just to be torn open again. A fresh canvas to splash with blood.

Just recently, he’s been making a lot more serious escape attempts. He almost made it the other day. The Kraang were really pissed about it.

This is probably punishment.

Draxum injects the liquid into his vein and immediately it feels like his insides are on fire. He bites his lip so hard it bleeds. He’s shocked when it hasn’t begun to heal already.

There’s….no way he just….?

The pain throbs through his whole body and he can suddenly feel it where he hadn’t before. A broken ankle that he was able to walk on now is absolutely killing him.

His wrists burn and bleed from how much he just tried to free himself.

He really did it.

Draxum took his healing factor.

A saw appears in his line of vision that is pressed against his arm.

His cool persona starts breaking as he feels the words to beg for this not to happen on the tip of his tongue. They’re only barely held back by the fact he knows it’ll only encourage The Kraang.

Draxum begins sawing.

Slowly.

Leo feels the scream come deep from his core. The pain is completely unbearable. There’s absolutely no drug to get him through it.

He hears liquid dripping to the floor. It’s easy to imagine both the tears pouring from his face and wound mixing on the ground.

Leo starts passing out from the pain. He feels something else inject to his other arm and his brain buzzes back to life.

Adrenaline.

He’s keeping him from going to into shock. From passing out. From escaping the worst pain of his life.

It keeps going on and on. It’s so slow. He can feel when his nerves die and shut off. It’s only some.

He’s hitting bone he’s hitting bone he’s hitting bone he’s hitting bone he’s hitting bone he’s hitting bone he’s hitting bone-

Ah.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!

RAPH!! DONNIE!! MIKEY!!

DAD! GRAM-GRAM!

ANYBODY! PLEASE!

A wall blows open.

Finally, finally, something other than the sound of his flesh and tendons being torn through.

The saw stops as he’s vaguely aware of Draxum getting tossed so hard he’s not sure he’s ever going to get up again.

There’s screaming.

A lot of screaming.

Oh, he recognizes those voices.

He’s barely able to turn his head to look his family there.

His brothers and-

Ha.

Who’s letting Casey J.R. see this?

Gross!

Leo starts laughing.

His brothers all start trying to help him. Casey J.R. stays back, eyes wide and full of absolute fear.

Leo laughs more.

How awful.

[kjack89]

Oceans Apart

Watched Ocean's 11 last night for the umpteenth time and this popped into my head as I watched the scene where Danny and Tess reunite.

Should probably be part of something larger but like. Context? What context? I don't know her.

Modern AU, E/R, post-breakup. Angst because it's been too fucking long.

Enjolras peered through the windows of the tiny, nondescript restaurant, his heart doing double time in his chest as he saw the back of the man he was looking for. He’d know the hunch of those shoulders anywhere, the way the man’s shirt stretched across a deceptively well-muscled back. Once upon a time, he’d known every inch of the skin beneath that shirt.

But that was years ago. Now…

Now, he straightened, pushed the door to the restaurant open and walked inside like he was supposed to be there, skirting the hostess stand and making a beeline to the man in question, hesitating for only a moment before reaching out to lightly rest a hand on the man’s shoulder.

Grantaire froze before slowly reaching up to cover Enjolras’s hand with his own, and then—

“Fuck,” Enjolras swore, as Grantaire gripped and then twisted his fingers.

Violently.

Grantaire let go without doing any lasting damage, and Enjolras cradled his hand against his chest for a moment, his pride far more wounded than the hand. “Hello to you, too,” he grumbled, even as he drank Grantaire in with eager eyes.

It had been far, far too long.

But Grantaire wasn’t amused. “What are you doing here?” he said, in lieu of a greeting.

Enjolras jerked a shrug, flexing his fingers to make sure they all still worked before dropping his hand to his side. “I got out.”

“You got out,” Grantaire repeated, something incredulous in the three words.

“Of prison,” Enjolras supplied helpfully. “You remember, the day I went for beer and never came back. You must have noticed.”

“You don’t drink,” Grantaire said shortly, followed by an exasperated, “Don’t sit—”

But it was too late, as Enjolras sat down across from him. Almost as if on cue, a waiter appeared at the tableside, looking at them expectantly. “Can I get anything for your…”

He trailed off. “Husband,” Enjolras supplied.

“Ex,” Grantaire corrected. “Or didn’t you get the papers?”

The waiter glanced between them, eyes wide. “I’ll give you two a moment.”

He disappeared as quickly as he had arrived, and Enjolras gave Grantaire a long, measured look. Despite everything, despite, especially, the acrimony that was rolling off of Grantaire in waves, it really was good to see him.

Even if the feeling was, seemingly, not mutual.

“What are you doing here?” Grantaire repeated.

Enjolras sighed and leaned forward. “They say I paid my debt to society,” he started, but Grantaire snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Funny, I never got a check.”

Enjolras gave him a look. “But I felt I owed you a little bit more than just time served,” he continued, and Grantaire scoffed and looked away. “Hence the drop by.”

Grantaire didn’t quite meet his eyes as he reached out to trace a finger through the condensation on his water glass. “How’d you even get parole anyway?” he asked, deliberately casual. “I’d’ve thought domestic terrorism would be an automatic life sentence.”

“I wasn’t convicted for domestic terrorism,” Enjolras said.

“Right, just indicted.”

Grantaire gave him a sharp sort of smile that didn’t remotely reach his eyes, and it was Enjolras’s turn to look away. “So you did keep up with my case,” he said, aiming for levity and missing by a mile. “I wasn’t sure, considering…”

Grantaire jerked a shrug, his smile disappearing. “Well, I did try to visit you once. Turns out I wasn’t included on your approved visitors list.” Enjolras winced, but Grantaire didn’t let him interrupt. “You know, I always told you that you needed to work on your communication in our marriage, but that one I heard loud and clear.”

“That wasn’t—” Enjolras broke off, not sure where to even start explaining why he hadn’t wanted Grantaire to visit him without explaining the rest. He huffed a dry chuckle, running a hand across his mouth before telling Grantaire, a little wryly, “You don't know how many times I played this conversation out in my head the last five years.”

Grantaire just arched an eyebrow. “Did it always go this poorly?” he asked coolly.

“Yes.”

That sharp smile was back, twitching at the corners of Grantaire’s mouth. “Sounds frustrating.”

“You were never easy,” Enjolras told him, honestly. “You were always worth it.” Again Grantaire’s smile disappeared, and for just a moment, he looked—

He looked as heartbroken as Enjolras had never in a million years wanted him to be.

Enjolras cleared his throat and looked away. “Okay, I’ll make this quick,” he said, trying to steer back on subject, if only to try to alleviate the pain in his chest when he saw Grantaire looking like that. “I came here because I wanted to explain.”

His attempt working perhaps too well, as Grantaire’s expression instantly hardened. “What explanation could you possibly have that will matter one iota?”

Enjolras wet his lips before telling him, his voice low, “You may not believe me, and given everything, I don’t blame you for that, but I swear, I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

Grantaire stared at him. “Well, for someone who wasn’t trying, you sure as shit pulled it off with aplomb.” He leaned in, his eyes dark. “So by all means, Apollo, tell me, what were you trying to do?”

Enjolras met his glare evenly. “I was trying to protect you.”

“Bullshit.”

Enjolras shook his head. “It’s not. I didn’t want—”

“And did you ever stop to think about what I wanted?” Grantaire interrupted, his eyes flashing. “Because I didn’t want to be protected, not if that’s what you’re calling the last five years of my life. I wanted us to be together.”

“Pretty hard to be together from a jail cell,” Enjolras said flatly. “As the divorce papers you sent pretty clearly demonstrated.”

Grantaire shook his head. “We could’ve figured something out if you had just, I don’t know, involved me literally once—”

“Involving you would have implicated you,” Enjolras said, his voice tense, “and I couldn’t let that—”

Grantaire barked a laugh, scrubbing his hand across his face. “You think I wasn’t already implicated?” he asked, incredulous. “Tell me, do you think I’m stupid? Or naïve? That I didn’t know what you were doing all that time?”

“I—”

“Because the FBI agents who interrogated me after you were arrested didn’t seem to think so.” Grantaire let that statement sit for a moment before continuing, “We were married. We were living in the same house. Just because I don’t believe in the same Causes you do doesn’t mean I’m a complete moron.”

Enjolras just shook his head. “I never said you were,” he said quietly.

Grantaire’s lip curled. “No, you just decided to cut me out of everything.” He laughed again, dry, humorless. “I mean, hell, I wasn’t even your one phone call when you were arrested.”

He hadn’t been, but it wasn’t because Enjolras hadn’t wanted to call him. But there were multiple moving pieces that needed to fall into place, and— “I didn’t have a choice,” Enjolras said.

Grantaire’s expression didn’t so much as flicker. “You did have a choice, Enjolras. You had a choice, you made it.”

“Fine,” Enjolras snapped, “I made a choice, and I didn’t pick you, and I’m sorry, but that doesn’t mean—”

“It was never about picking me!” Grantaire burst. “Three years of marriage before your arrest and you don’t think I had already figured out where I ranked?”

Enjolras had the sudden realization that everyone in the restaurant was staring at them, so he leaned forward and lowered his voice as he told Grantaire, with every ounce of sincerity he possessed, “And you don’t think I know that if I was in trouble, or in danger, you’d firebomb the fucking Hague to keep me safe?” Grantaire met his eyes evenly, and didn’t bother trying to deny it. “I didn’t want that for you.”

“And all I wanted was to be part of the decision,” Grantaire said tiredly, all of the fight leaving him in an instant, his shoulders slumping in what Enjolras recognized all too well as defeat. “Even if there wasn’t a thing I could say or do to change your mind, I just wanted you to care about me enough to ask.”

With that, he stood, and Enjolras stared up at him. “What are you doing?”

“Leaving,” Grantaire said shortly, grabbing his coat. “You did it, you should recognize the gesture.”

Enjolras scrambled to follow, trailing after him out of the restaurant. “Grantaire, please, I—”

“You what?” Grantaire asked, stopping so suddenly that Enjolras almost ran into him.

“I still love you,” Enjolras said. He said it simply, starkly, hoping the quiet declaration would reinforce that he meant it. It had been all he had come to say tonight, after all, and even if Grantaire didn’t believe anything else, didn’t believe in anything else, Enjolras needed him to believe this. “You think my choice was about me not caring enough to involve you, but how could I possibly involve you? How could I possibly tell you what was going on knowing that you would immediately put yourself at risk, and all because of me?”

Grantaire shook his head, but Enjolras didn’t let him interrupt. “The only way that I could do what I did was by knowing that you were sage. So even if you never forgive me for it, I did what I had to do to protect you.”

For one long moment, Grantaire just stared at him, and Enjolras held his breath, hoping against hope that maybe, somehow, Grantaire might find a way to forgive him, even just a little. But then Grantaire shook his head, reaching up to wipe the tear from his cheek with the heel of his palm. “Yeah. Well. Right back atcha,” he said his voice hoarse. “Goodbye, Enjolras.”

Watching Grantaire walk away from him hurt more than Enjolras could possibly have anticipated, all the more so when he saw Grantaire meet up with a dark-haired man halfway down the block, grabbing his arm and tugging him in the opposite direction.

Enjolras wasn’t sure he’d ever fully understood what heartbreak felt like before that moment.

He was staring so intently that he didn’t even notice as Combeferre joined him, squinting after Grantaire. “Why is Grantaire with him?” he asked.

Enjolras shook his head. “Pretty sure that’s who he’s seeing now,” he said dully.

“No, I get that,” Combeferre said, glancing sideways at him. “I told you this was a fool’s errand from the get, after all. But why is Grantaire with a Serbian arms dealer?”

Enjolras stared at him. “He—” Grantaire’s parting words replayed in his head, and for the first time all evening, for the first time, if he was being entirely honest, since he’d gotten the divorce papers mailed to his jail cell without so much as a note, he felt a spark of something flicker in his chest: hope.

“He’s doing what he has to do to protect me.”

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Language Barrier (Yandere male x reader) P10

tw: gore, insects, violence, general yandere shenanigans

Minors n ageless blogs will be blocked

boring chapter todays guys, i just neeeded a filler chapter to pace it out before it gets to the phase two excitement major plot point

short chaptet too

as always, no prfoofread <3 enjoyyy

masterlist

part 1, part 9, part 11

Frustrated, you gave the side of this mammoth a kick. It's been ten minutes and you couldn't make the smallest incision into its' belly, or one of its segments. It seems impossible for 2718 to cause such a massive slit, from it's head down to its' anal legs.

You tried everything, from sawing it, dragging the blade vertically, horizontally, to outright violently stabbing it, but his stupid daggers wouldn't pierce through the tough, leathery yet velvety exterior. You must admit, if you weren't covered in slimy insect goo and your dried blood, you would have liked the feeling of its' exoskeleton- it would have made a great seat cover.

The man crouched down and wrapped his arms around your waist. Staring deep into your eyes with a raised eyebrow. A while later, he started muttering something and you felt relief, relaxed. You let go of the dagger handle, allowing the weapon to drop next to his feet.

He stood back up, lifting you along with him. Your companion took his first few steps away from the creature, toward the main entrance.

You understood what he was doing, so you tore away from the comfort and squirmed in his arms. Leaving him no choice but to either restrain you telekinetically or let you go. You were grateful that he chose the latter, gently lowering you down to the ground.

You ran to the site where you were working on, you picked up the dagger and began driving the blade against the shell. But it simply bounced off every single time you struck it, was the blade itself dull? To blunt to make such a cut anymore?

You were proven wrong when 2718 nonchalantly walked up next to you, wielded his own, identical dagger. He pulled his arm back before plunging his weapon into the insect at breakneck speeds.

Your jaw was left hanging in shock when he managed to thrust his hand in too, all the way up to his elbow. He looked at you and fluttered his free hand, gesturing you to take multiple steps back. You did, you even take ten extra to make sure you won't be taking a viscera shower.

He planted his foot firmly onto the ground before sliding his arm across. It must be taking up a lot of his energy because he was grunting and grinding his teeth.

Black fluids came pouring out like a waterfall, splashing onto him and unfortunately onto you too.

You sputtered and desperately tried to swipe the yuck off your eyes.

You heard rapid footfalls before feeling both of 2718's large hands cup your face. Your grip now transferred onto his wrists, trying to pull them away from you, but he remains immovable. The man used his thumbs to wipe the gunk away from your eyelids, slowly and skillfully freeing them. He seems to be using a special technique of some sort. You believe that his supernatural powers may also be at play here.

You calmed down as soon as you can open your eyes and see his messy face, concentrating on removing the rest of its goop from your mien.

You don't want to do this anymore. You're sleep deprived, exhausted and filthy. How much longer does the translator need?

Once he's done, he stood up straight and flicked the excess fluids away from his hands. 2718 observed you intensely, you fidgeted uncomfortably under his stare.

He grabbed your hand and lead you back into the cabin, you're not sure why.

The translator is still on the ground, eyes closed. But one of the insect carcasses were half eaten. All the silver liquid is now localized to the general area where the translator is lying. There still is a gaping wound to her side, looks like she didn't get to that yet.

He headed straight into the kitchen. Leaving you alone in the living room.

The door to the bathroom opened by itself though. He's giving you permission to clean yourself up.

"Damn, shut that thing up..." She groaned, bringing a hand up to her head.

You asked what she was referring to.

"It's coming from you, it's so loud." Said the translator as she plugging a finger into her ear. She pried an eye open. "I know you're a little deaf, but this is ridiculous. Surely, you can hear yourself, right?"

You were about to press what she meant about that until you heard a faint growl from your stomach.

Oh. It must have been like a live orchestra for 2718 then.

2718 must be preparing something for you to eat. You heard him chop something up on his wooden chopping board, the sink remains turned on as fresh water flows through it.

You don't think you've eaten for 43 hours now. That is almost two whole earth days!

You went into the bathroom to freshen yourself up a bit. Maybe have a change of clothes too.

You washed your hands and arms in the sink, letting the grime float away and spiral into the drain.

You splashed water multiple times onto your face. When you think that you're clean enough, you proceeded to drink from the tap. Not realizing how thirsty you were earlier.

You turned the tap off when you're done, you used the back of your palm to wipe away any stray water droplets. You looked around to see that you made a mess in the bathroom, there were numerous puddles everywhere.

You were about to enter the tub, but 2718 called you by that pet name. He resorted to whistling and snapping his fingers when you didn't respond immediately.

You left the bathroom, to be greeted with the sight of 2718 holding out a plate with delicious smelling steam coming out of it. He's noticeably cleaner than before, but still covered in insect guts. Upon seeing you, he placed the dish on the coffee table. As the dining table and its' chairs were destroyed from the collision.

You went ahead to check it out. It's a plate filled with...weird lobster-like shellfish and slices of meat, sauteed with various root vegetables. It was seasoned well with spices and sauces. Your mouth waters at the sight of your meal.

He crouched down and picked one of the shellfish up, thankfully his hands are sparkling clean. 2718 proceeds to de-shell it, gather plump, white and red meat in his hands. He brought it up to your lips.

You gladly accepted it, eagerly chewing it to get some nutrients in your system again. It was heavenly. Buttery, fragrant, fresh and delightfully tasty.

You tried to grab another one with your bare hands, but 2718 stopped you. He did it for you instead.

You assume that he doesn't want you to burn yourself. Because everything he picks up with his hand is initially steaming excessively like a geyser, but it was at the perfect temperature when it reaches your lips. Not too cold, not too hot. Just perfect.

You didn't care what it could possibly be, all you knew is his cooking right now is fit to serve the gods and you'll be damned if you let any go to waste.

He spent the next half an hour handfeeding you, tampering with the temperature so that it doesn't hurt you or irk you.

He smiled, seeing you chow down on his food without a care in the world. With all the 'shellfish' deshelled and the rest cooled down to an appropriate temperature, he stood back up and returned into the kitchen.

You went ahead and helped yourself to the rest of the plate, picking up each chunk and placing them in your mouth. Contently chewing on it, savoring each bite.

"You know you're eating a worm, right?"

You paused, holding a piece of orange vegetable in your hand. What?

"Doesn't it look familiar?" She grabbed one of the insects by its' neck and hoisted it up for you to see.

It does. You were eating a segment of it. Is that also why he didn't want you to touch the shell? Perhaps the velvety texture would have immediately given it away.

But how can a creature so disgusting taste so good when cooked?! It doesn't matter, it hasn't kill you yet. So why stop eating it? In the end, your hunger overpowered your revulsion.

She gnawed off her own less palatable meal. Allowing her body to absorb the nutrients in order to heal.

The man came back with a teacup, not filled with broth, not filled with tea. But filled with a teal blue, translucent orb. It jiggles for every step he takes.

Jelly? You looked to the translator for context. She looked away.

You looked back to see that 2718 is sending her a nasty look.

He handed you a nice little metal spoon. The man stayed by your side to watch you eat.

You scooped a piece out, it has the consistency of hard jelly. It doesn't have a smell, but the steam fogging up your spoon tells you that this dish is enjoyed hot.

You hesitantly brought it to your mouth. Closing your eyes as you chew.

...It's the texture and the taste of a hard boiled egg. Specifically, the whites of it. It isn't repulsive per se, but it was quite bland. You don't mind it, maybe if he added a little salt and pepper it would have been tastier.

He walked away with the empty dish, straight into the kitchen to wash it.

"You're eating its' egg." She brought up the insect again. "The mother's egg, I mean."

You froze a bit. Unsure to feel disgusted this time.

"Keep eating it! He's going to think I did something to you and I'm going to get kicked in the guts again!" Hissed the translator.

You quickly brushed the thought away and enjoyed your... 'dessert' as normally as you could.

There wasn't any yolk no matter how far you dug in with your spoon.

Several hours pass, 2718 turned on the tv to occupy you. He initially tried to bring you to the bedroom so you would sleep on his bed, but you refused to. So he lets you stay in the ruined living room with the translator as he cleaned the mother up.

You yawn, struggling to stay awake. The translator's external wounds are all patched up by now. You're not sure about what's going on inside her, she seems normal enough to defend herself.

She sat on the floor, next to the couch. You asked if she wanted to sit on the couch with you.

"No thanks. He's going to get pissy about it." She gestured to the man outside, packing the mother into individual sacks.

You ask if she has any idea what he's doing.

"I bet he's going to sell them. Don't know how much they're worth, but they're really high in calories and it's fucking hard to kill. So it should fetch him a pretty penny."

You rubbed your chin. If he's going to sell them, it's either he is going to sell it to his visitors. Or travel all the way to the marketplace.

"He's going to bring you with him so..." She scratched the back of her head. "I hope he's buying a train ticket this time."

You said that he has a glass blowing room. Perhaps he could make the necessary teleporters for the three of you.

She didn't give you a reply.

You asked about her health.

"Dandy. I'll be fine on my own. I'm more worried about you, though. You have bags for days." She pointed under your eyes.

You yawned, slouching into the couch.

"I'm going to make a move."

You ask her, where to?

"I doubt your friend wants me in his sights. I think I'll just camp a couple miles away from here."

Wasn't her tent broken?

"Yeah it is." She bitterly stated. The translator didn't add to the conversation further.

She began to stand up, holding onto the couch for support. You eyed her shoes, her toes are exposed. She's bound to get some nasty scrapes and scratches.

You offered her your old pair of shoes, since 2718 bought you new ones.

"It's not my size. Thanks, though."

The translator stretched herself, pushing her arms in the air and letting her joints pop.

You told her that you wished you could have helped her more.

"Hey, you helped me out a lot. You lent me 21 gold coins and that is a lot of money here." She patted you firmly on the shoulders.

Speaking of money, You asked how how much were the coins worth.

She scratched her head.

"Assuming the first Large Hadron Collider was built around 2006-2009 in your timeline... each gold coin is equivalent to 50USD in the mid 2010's. The silver ones are worth 10USD each, a copper coin is like... a dollar. These are estimates. I don't know what year or country were you pulled from, so I don't know your inflation rates or currency."

50 dollars... she was holding the equivalent of a thousand dollars and fifty in cash. No wonder a gold coin could buy you three sets of clothes.

You wonder where 2718 keeps his money.

"I'm leaving." She bid you goodbye before slinging her backpack onto her shoulder. You watched her step outside to his porch, avoiding the jagged, broken wood.

You scrambled to catch up to her. She spoke to the man from a distance, he stared at her for a few minutes before looking away, continuing to portion the mother into sacks.

"Hey- what the hell are you doing out here?! Get in! He's going to kill me if he sees you trailing behind me!" She half whispered to you, her feet splashing against the inky, liquified guts of the sandipede mother.

You're about to descend the porch, but you stopped when you saw 2718 glaring daggers at the translator. His hand tightly gripping the handle of his own tangible dagger. She raised her hands up to show that she's unarmed.

You took a couple steps backward. Your tired eyes darting between 2718 and the translator. This made him loosen up and eventually lose interest in fighting the woman, he returned to his task at hand.

Watching the translator walk away, leaving a trail of black footprints behind her, gave you a sense of sadness and dread. You're left alone with a man who sees you as a helpless, unintelligent, cripple, incapable of doing the simplest things by your own.

You tore away from her fleeting form and stared at the footprints.

Your eyebrows both raised in surprise when you saw that the sandipede's blood has dried already. Dyeing the sand pitch black.

You sat on the porch, 2718 spared a brief glance at you but deem that you're not in any danger or distress. He went back to work.

You looked around you, zeroing in on patches of sand with dried sandipede viscera.

Using your bare fingers, you dug a hole. It has formed a flaky crust on the ground, but once you broke that weak barrier, you discovered that the inky goo has seeped in much deeper than you expected.

You looked at the footprints.

It should still be here tomorrow.

[belphegorspillow]

Petals [Obey me x Gn!Mc]

TW: Angsty one-shot, Reader has Hanahaki disease, death, lesson 16 spoilers

Multiple Endings at the bottom! + an Epilogue [I did my best to try make them the same amount]

Mc held onto the sides of their sink as blood and petals cover up the sink and counters.

Mc looked up at the Mirror, grabbing their mouth-wash and cleans out their bloody mouth. They started to wash away all the blood that covered the sink

This has been happening for months. Ever since they started to crush on them. Yet they knew they would never be able to date their crush...

The first time they saw a petal fall was when they told themselves that they would never end up with their crush.

The petals started white and pink before turning red as the thorns started to tear inside of their body dying the innocent petals the colour of their pain.

As time passed more petals came before it started to bring blood along with it. They couldn’t do much about it. All they knew is that their time was limited if they didn’t confess or get a surgery to remove the flowers - along with the memories of them...

Mc would keep it a secret from all of their friends, no way that they could let it slip that they were dying because of something stupid...a dumb crush... 

Each time their crush came up to them, they would feel the burning of the petals that were trying to escape their throat.

Every night Mc would force everyone out to be able to cough up petals that they were trying to hold back for the whole day.

Their friends and their crush would ask what was wrong. They would lie that they were alright. Nothing was wrong. They were okay....

No one needed to know...No one needed to...

“Oi MC!” Mammon yelled as he busted open the door. Mc panicked a bit as they tried to clean up the blood faster before Mammon would find them. As Mammon entered to find Mc’s mouth covered in blood, petals littering the bathroom counter. 

He screamed. “Mc!”

.

.

“They have a disease called Hanahaki disease.” The doctor explained as the brothers stood at the entrance of Mc’s hospital room. They were looking between each other as expecting for someone to know. They could see the fear on Satan. They knew it was something bad.

“It means they have roses growing inside of them, it is slowly going to pierce through their lungs if it isn’t delt with.” The doctor explained as he showed an xray of Mc’s chest, roses were covering their lungs, as if it grew anymore it would kill them.

“Is there any way to prevent this from occurring?” Lucifer had some strain in his voice as he asked the doctor, clearly trying to not let his emotions get the better of him.

“There is a way. If we remove the flowers through surgery. But they will lose all memories of the person who they like and because of how bad they are already...it may not be 100 percent sucessful..”

“Who they like?” Satan soon sighed. “ Hanahaki disease is when a human has...feels for someone and they haven’t told them for a long time... They start to develop the disease... The ways to cure it is to confess to their crush or to get the surgery...”

The group went quiet. So Mc was going to forget someone if they get it removed.

“But, they chose to not get the surgery...” That suddenly got the attention of the group. “What.” Lucifer seemed angry at this. He was. Mc was going to die if they didn’t get this.

“Mc ain’t getting the surgery?!” Mammon was clearly panicked at this news. “Why aint they?! They can die!”

“My henry...They are going to die!!” “Poor Mc! They need the surgery!” “We can’t lose them again..“ “Mc... They have to get the surgery.”

“I don’t want to.” Mc opened up the door as they stared at each of the brothers, violently coughing as  red petals fell to the ground. “I chose that I don’t want the surgery. I don’t want to forget him and I know he won’t feel the same so I don’t want to confess either... So my only choice is this. None of you can change my mind. It’s final.”

The group would look at Mc, as much as they were pained to try and get Mc to reconsider. But they didn’t.

They were going to die... and they had to accept that... So they were going to spend as much time as they could with Mc before they die... they had to...

.

.

As Mc was reaching their final few days, they could barely breath anymore. They decided they would spend it with their crush for their final moments...

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ENDINGS:

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Lucifer

Lucifer was in his study, classical music was playing softly as he was doing his paperwork. A soft knock came at the door where he called them inside.

“Hey Lucifer...” Their soft raspy voice caused Lucifer to look up at them, seeing their normally warm skin turn pale, their eyes having so little light and blood on the edge of their mouth. It hurt Lucifer...It hurt him so much...

“Can we hang out for a bit. You need a break... Let’s take a walk.” Lucifer pushed himself out of his seat. “Mc, you’re too weak to go out and-”

“That’s why you’re coming with me. Now lets go before it gets too dark.” Mc started to head out, with Lucifer sighing softly and going to follow

As the two left and started their walk, Lucifer made sure to have a grip on their side incase they were to start to feel lightheaded.

Mc smiled weakly as the breeze pushes the hair out of their face as the two were walking.

“Thanks for coming with Lucifer...” “Of course Mc. I enjoy spending time with you...” Mc smiled a bit as they felt their heart beat faster before a coughing fit started and Lucifer held them close as he watched the petals and blood fall onto the ground. 

“We should go back-” “There is a park that isn’t too far. Lets go there.” Mc cut him off and smiled as they wiped the blood from their mouth. “It will be fun. Come on.” They held his hand and started to walk ahead a bit as to lead him to the park.

As the two reached the location, up on a hill in the park, Mc sat down on the grass and smiled a bit, patting the spot beside them. Lucifer hesitated before looking at Mc again and sighed, sitting beside them on the ground.

As the two sat in silence, Mc looked at the view and hummed. “I will miss the Devildom...” Lucifer looked at them again and seeing as they were tearing up. “I will miss your brothers, and their shenanigans.... Don’t tell Satan that I told you this, but he is the reason why your hair was dyed entirely gray once.” Mc laughed before coughing violently as they felt their breath disappear. They fell onto the ground as they were coughing violently. 

“And most importantly...I would miss you...” They whispered as their eyes were closing. “because...i love you...” 

Lucifer grabbed onto them, transforming into his demon form as to try and get back to the hospital nearby. He didn’t care if you were against the surgery...you needed it...you can’t die... not now...please... don’t die on him. He loves you too. He can’t...no please...don’t...

Lucifer felt your body go cold, no heartbeat, no pulse...nothing... He sat there, craddling Mc in his arms as tears started to fall.. 

‘Why didn’t you just forget me...‘

Mammon

“Mammon.” Mc grinned a bit as they went into his room, they were holding onto the wall as they were trying to go over to him. “Wanna watch some movies together?”

Mammon looked at Mc, he frowned a bit as he missed their normal, more vibrate personality. He hated seeing how weak they had become...

As Mammon set up the movies, Mc would curl up into his side and look at the screen and hums a bit. They look at Mammon who had his arm around them. They felt their heart start to beat faster before they started to cough intensely.

“Mc-” “I’m fine.” Mc coughed as they wiped the blood and petals from their mouth. “It’s not as painful as before.” They smiled at him tiredly. They moved to sit more comfortably on the couch and tried to relax

Mammon stared at them before starting to tears up.. he rests his head on their shoulder, causing them to get flustered, but it didn’t stop the petals that were clogging up their airway.

“Why don’t you just...get the surgery... Whoever ya forget, it doesn’t matter... I don’t want ya to leave me...”

Mc tears up as they open their mouth about to speak when they started to feel light headed, intense pain coming from their chest as they moved their hand to their chest.

Their lung got ripped... They were dying. Mc started to close their eyes before whispering softly. “I didn’t want to forget you Mammon...I loved you too much...”

Mammon froze at hearing that, he would be flustered and excited that his crush liked him back, yet they didn’t move. He didn’t hear them talk, they went cold...

They were gone. Mammon moved to hold them, staring at their closed eyes. They looked so peaceful...yet they were gone..

Mammon couldn’t see clearly as his teared filled his eyes. He screamed and cried.

Mc was gone.

“Why did ya have to leave me...’

Leviathan

Mc was trying their best to heal Levi as he was storming through the dungeon in the game the two were playing.

Levi had been asking Mc to play the game with them forever, yet they only decided to play it with him today. 

Levi was determined to finish the game. They didn’t have a long time to complete it. He didn’t know how much longer you would be with him... He needed to go through and spend as much time as he could with you.

“Levi...can we have a break? My hands are starting to cramp” Levi paused the game and panicked a bit. “Are you okay?! I-is it something to do with the disease? Are you leaving me?”

Mc grabbed Levi’s hands and looked at him. “Calm down... It’s just that my hands hurt from playing...” Levi nods his head and looks down, mumbling sorry.

“Are you scared?” Levi asked Mc softly. “Scared that you are dying?” Mc looked at their crush and hummed. “A bit... I’m also upset that I can’t spend time with anyone anymore. I will miss playing games with you and binging anime.” They laughed as they thought about it, before they violently started to cough up petals.

“Mc!” Levi went over and grabbed a bottle of water nearby as well as held onto Mc to prevent them from falling and getting hurt if they were going to faint.

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” Mc smiled weakly as their hand reaches to hold Levi’s. They sighed softly.

“I’m terrified honestly Levi...” Mc told him. “I’m scared... I don’t want to die...”

“Why didn’t you get the surgery.” Levi asked them as he tears up a bit and looked at them. “Whatever normie you would have forgotten didn’t matter! It’s not fair you have to suffer because of them.”

As Mc was going to respond, they started to violently cough. They held onto Levi, who grabbed them. He was panicking. “I-I will get Lucifer!” Levi tried to help them up, but they weakly pulled him down.

“It’s too late Levi...” Mc told him softly as they were coughing. They were tearing up as the pain was getting worse. They knew this was their last moments - Levi knew this too. Neither one wanted this.

“I love you Levi...I love you...” Mc whispered, but even though they confessed, they still died, because of the thorns destroying their lungs.

“Mc...” Levi stared and cries as he held onto their hand.

“Why did you leave me...”

Satan

Mc was sitting with Satan outside in the garden of the House of Lamentation as a small group of kittens were sneaking inside the gardens.

Satan would pet one gently as he looks over at Mc. “How is Ms Paws doing?” He asked as Mc was happily petting the small kitten.

“Ms paws is really cuddly.” They laughed weakly as they hummed a bit. They were trying to hold back the feeling of coughing up the petals.

Satan seemed to take notice and grabbed their hand. “If you hold it in, you could get worse...” He told them. They nod a bit and quickly pass the kitten over to Satan before moving and starting to cough up petals.

He would place down the kittens before going over to rub Mc’s back gently. That didn’t seem to help as Mc was still coughing violently. 

“Let’s go inside... you’re getting worse..” Mc shook their head as they were stopping their coughing fit. 

“It’s fine. I want to be outside... It’s nice...” Mc looked to where the kittens were and frowned. “They left.”

“They went back to their mom..” Satan gestured over to the group of kittens surrounding a cat that was escaping out the garden with the kittens.

Mc smiled a bit and sighed softly. “I really wanted to spend more time with the cute kittens! Now I can’t.” Mc pouted a bit which Satan looked at them.

“You could...If you go and get the surgery...” He suggested. Which Mc huffed and shook their head.

“I can’t. I’m in too bad of a condition to get fixed up now.” “Not true.. You can get it removed and angel magic can-”

“Satan. I said I’m not going to.” Mc said firmly as they look at him. “I am not going to do it. As much as you try.”

Satan frowned and looked at them. “Why not.. You are choosing to keep feelings for some guy than dying...”

“Because... I want to remember him... even if i’m dying.” Mc hummed as they started to cough again, petals and blood fell into the grass. It didn’t seem like their coughing fit was stopping anytime soon.

Satan went over and he grabbed their side, he noticed the light in their eyes was fading. “Mc-”

“I don’t want to forget you..” Mc whispered as they closed their eyes and their body went limp in Satan’s arms.

“You...” Satan was quiet as he stared at their face. He placed them on the ground before slamming his fist into the ground out of anger. He was angry. He hated himself. He was the reason. Why didn’t you just forget him.

“I should have forced you to forget me..”

Asmodeus

Asmodeus was finishing up with the outfit that you were wearing. “There. You look perfect my darling.” He smiled a bit, though it seemed a bit forced.

He hated how the outfit didn’t make you look like you... Your vibrate skin was pale, your bright eyes were duller. Nothing about your appearance made him hopeful you would survive...

“Thank you Asmo. I look really amazing thanks to you.” Mc spun around before wobbling a bit and Asmodeus grabbed onto their arm, leading them to sit on his bed.

“Be careful! I don’t want you getting hurt.” Asmo stared at Mc who smiled before feeling their throat blocking up with petals so they moved quickly to try and get to the bathroom, but were too weak to stand so they started to cough petals all over the ground

Asmodeus hated the sight, but he would deal with it to try and help Mc. He moved them to his bed, not minding that they were coughing blood and petals all over his sheets.

“Thanks Asmo...Sorry you have to deal with it...” Mc apologised as they were going to wipe the blood off of their mouth - which Asmodeus did instead with a napkin.

“It’s okay dear... I want to make sure you’re okay...” Asmo stared at them before tears started to fill his eyes. “Why Mc... Why didn’t you get the surgery!”

He cried as he moved to hug them. Mc looked at him and hugged him back - pushing back the feeling of coughing. “Because I don’t want to lose the person I like...”

“Mc...Who ever it was... they don’t deserve you. You should save yourself and forget them. It doesn’t matter.”

Mc smiled before they were forced to start coughing again. But this time as they were coughing, they couldn’t breath. They were loosing their vision. Their time was up...

“I didn’t want to...lose you Asmo...”

Asmodeus froze as their body went still, they were gone. Asmodeus cries as he held their body close.

“You should have forgotten me. I could have won back your love..”

Beelzebub

Beelzebub was sitting with Mc out on a picnic, which they invited him on. He was worried as they were coughing violently all the way to the picnic location.

“Mc.. Are you sure we shouldn’t go back...” Mc looked at him and shook their head. “No. The flowers here only bloom once every 1000 years. I have to see it with you. And it’s better to have it with a picnic.”

Mc smiled at him weakly as they turned to look at the sunset. They move to lean on Beel a bit before a large amount of petals filled their throat, causing them to cough violently again

Beel moved quickly to be at their side and rub their back. He was worried if he held them, he was going to break them.

Mc finished and looked at him. “Thanks Beel...” Mc smiled weakly. They looked as the sun was moving down, the flowers were going to bloom soon...

“Mc... Why did you choose to not get the surgery...” Mc hummed and looked at Beel before smiling sadly.

“I didn’t want to forget the person I loved. And If I died during the surgery because of how bad I was already, I wouldn’t have remembered him. But if I die this way, I can remember him still..”

Beel looked down. This reminded him of loosing Lilith. He would lose another person who he loves.

Beel moved to hug Mc gently. Mc smiled and held him close. They started to cough violently, causing beel to pull away as they fell on the ground

“Mc!” Beel didn’t know what to do, he looked as they reached to hold his hand.

“Beel...I love you...please be happy...” Mc whispered as they closed their eyes. They’re hold on his hand disappeared and Beel stared at them in silence.

He couldn’t believe it. He was the reason. He is the reason why Mc died. He lost them...because of him

“It’s my fault... It’s my fault you died..“

Belphegor

Belphie had been forcing himself to stay awake. He couldn’t sleep because he knew he was going to lose MC at any point. 

“Belphie. We are going to nap.” Mc told him as they grabbed his arm and gently pulled him towards the attic.

“Mc, we won’t have any time to spend together if we sleep all the time..” Belphie tried to say as he was forcing himself to try and keep his eyes open - he couldn’t sleep. He had to spend time with you..

“Belphie.. Come on...please..” Belphie eventually caved in and went with you to the attic to lay down and relax.

He would hold Mc gently with their back facing him incase they were needed to cough up petal.

He winces as he heared Mc started to cough violently. He moved his hand to rub their back gently and frowned. He thought back to Mc’s face when he killed them.

He hated it. He hated that he killed them once. He hated they were going to die again..

“Get the surgery... Mc please..” Belphie tried to ask them again. “I don’t care that you don’t want to forget them... But you have to...”

“No matter how many times you tell me. I will not. I will not forget him.” Belphie held Mc close and tears up.

“But you are dying because of him. You can’t die...You can’t leave...”

“I’m sorry Belphie. My choice was mad-” Mc started to violently cough as they were struggling to speak. They look over at Belphie. Even if they were dying.

Belphie should know how Mc actually felt.

“Belphie...I love you...” Mc smiled weakly as they moved and hugged him. Before Belphie could do anything else, their grip around him was gone.

He stared at them and held them close to him.

‘Why did I have to kill you twice..‘

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EPILOGUE:

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After Mc’s Death. The brothers were never the same.

Lucifer locked himself away to always work, never finding him relaxing. Because if he did. Mc would come back into his head. He didn’t have time to grieve. He had to work

Mammon was never home. He was always out at places that he never took MC to as to try and not remember them. If he did, he would break down. He was too upset to win at any casino

Levi was more of a shut in than usual. Burying himself in games and animes that he knew you wouldn’t like. Even if he hated the game, he wouldn’t want to be reminded of how many things he wanted to spend time doing with you

Satan was more wrathful than usual. They could hear Satan punching his wall out of anger. He went back to how he was when he was just born from Lucifer. A pure demon of Wrath

Asmodeus was never leaving his room. His appearance was a mess. No posts on social media. Nothing. It was as if he disappeared and died as well when Mc left.

Beel barely ate anything. Whenever he saw his favourite foods, he would think back to MC and the feeling of sickness hit him so he could never eat. He would spend most of his time sitting outside of Mc’s room - not wanting to enter or else it would hurt more

Belphie didn’t know if sleeping or being awake was better. Either one he was faced with thinking or seeing MC again. He hated how no matter what he did he thought back to their pained face of when he killed them and their face when he saw them dead.

The room beside the kitchen that was considered Mc’s room was never touched. It was collecting dust. No one entered it besides when Lucifer went to put sheets over the furniture to prevent more dust from covering everything. No one wanted to go in. It was the last thing that reminded them of you.

The movie marathons. The book binging. The napping. The midnight snacking. The dress up. The chatting about anime. The comforting words.

All of that was gone.

[pewpewkachuuboo]

nowhere to go, nowhere to be

exoverlord!fem!reader x Lucifer

So you were an overlord that sold your soul to Alastor to save your twin brother? You’re an eternal slave who is forced back into hell after a hiatus to help Alastor…. run a hotel? Why is the King of Hell here?

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I’m so sleepy- have a chapter piece. But chapter one is long because backstory *jazz hands *

I’ve never written a reader-centric fic before so bare with me during my learning curve LOL I’ve been reading a lot of them, but I’m trying to avoid the use of (y/n) because my dumbass brain always reads it as “yes no” and it takes me out of the narrative lmao

Decided to make the title after the Kenny Chesney song because it’s about those small pockets of time between reality where you feel free from recognizing that you have no control over what’s happening in your life that keep you from spiraling, and I think that fits the mood I’m going for.

Warnings: language, death, suicide, gore, mention of sexual assault

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Chapter One: Wake Up Call

How long had you been swimming in the darkness of your personal pocket dimension that the Radio Demon, Alastor, had forced you into after you gave him your soul?

Who knows.

It had felt like centuries.

The dimension was just blackness - there was no ground, you were just eternally floating. It was a silent, weightless, and empty existence and your eyes had never fully adjusted to the dark so any hopes of scoping surroundings had been lost in the first few hours you had been placed there.

You spent the time you had to yourself after that reflecting on what had gotten you to that point.

You and your twin brother had been sold to an underground organization by your parents - you didn’t blame them, they could barely feed the two of you let alone themselves, now they at least had the money to survive themselves while you were out of sight and out of mind.

You had been trained to cater to the fancy of men - you read, cooked, learned how to play chess, and were taught the art of seduction according to your owner’s instructions. Your brother had been trained for seduction as well, but served in the organization as a hit man. Having such a small child be able to kill a man three times his size with his bare hands was an advantage the organization could not let go of.

Men in power seem to always have a weird attraction to children, so it made sense that the two of you would often go into these situations together. You recall once being covered in blood after a particularly violent sexual encounter, and your brother ripping the man limb from limb as effortlessly as a bird taking flight. He had held you the rest of the night, but you hardly slept as it was. You appreciated the care your brother had for you, but you would have preferred he cared more about his own safety.

When the two of you had reached the age of twenty-one, your brother had suggested the two of you run away to America and start a new life. How hard could it be? You had humored him, not realizing he was serious, and he was caught planning.

Your owner held your arm and made you watch and listen as he fed your brother to his pet white tigers. Even after your own death, his screams of pain and terror are still tattooed to your brain.

You had killed yourself less than a week later by slitting your throat.

When you woke up in hell, you had taken on the appearance of a grey rag-doll, stitched at the neck and joints, stitches also at the end of your lips to give you a permanent smile. Hell made sense to you - you had participated in nearly every major sin and you were positive that no person with blood on their hands would ever make it to heaven. Which meant your brother was in the realm as well.

You had searched endlessly for him for months before you had come across the V District. It was ugly, you decided, lit up by red and blue neon lights and buildings so high you couldn’t see the red sky or pentagram moon above you. That’s when you saw a poster of a man that looked eerily like the tigers that ate your brother, holding a pink and white spider against his chest, looking at each other with half-lidded eyes.

Was that him?

Only one way to find out, you decided. And you ended up at the V Tower eventually, waiting for an opportunity to waltz into the porn studio to see him up close.

You had somehow managed to follow inconspicuously behind some of the cleanup crew, and took the opportunity to look at your surroundings. Tacky was the only thing you could think to describe the decor. But that was typical of gross men - they never seemed to have good taste.

You heard a moan that was cut off by an angry “CUT” and looked around the corner to see the man you were so sure was your brother being pulled to the ground by the fur of his neck and being ruthlessly kicked by the tall moth man that spit on him and then pointed to the hall, “Get your shit together and then come back and fuck like you mean it.”

You follow behind him and clear your throat, scaring him into spinning around at you, “Is it really you?”

You now carefully, “I think so?”

He stands up straight, “How did I die?”

You point to his appearance and sigh, “I didn’t realize I’d have to see your reason for death after having to watch it happen in person.”

His face softened and he pulled you into a tight embrace, “How are you here? You shouldn’t be here.” He swallowed and pointed to the exit, “Leave but go to the club across the street - I’ll be done soon and I’ll come find you.”

You didn’t really want to leave him after what you witnessed, but you would never not take your brother seriously when he had that terrified look on his face. So you wait.

He approaches you with a fresh black eye and random stains littering his stark white fur. You frown at his appearance and he waves his hand, “I’m fine - how…. Why are you in hell?”

“Probably same reasons as you are-“

“You know what I mean.”

You tighten your grip on your glass of water, “I, uh, killed myself.”

His face softened at the admission, “But you were so young - you could have gotten out.”

“Not without you.” You look at him firmly, “You are all I had and it wasn’t worth being alive if we weren’t alive together.”

His lips thin into a straight line as he looks at the crowd in the club before leaning forward, “Listen, I am so happy to see you, but I sold my soul to Valentino - I can’t leave the tower without his permission.”

“So I’ll sell mine, too-“

“No.” His voice was sharp and his blue eyes flashed red in anger, “Absolutely not.”

“Then how do we get yours back?”

He sighed, “Valentino would have to either break the contract himself or trade my soul with another Overlord.”

“Overlord?”

Your brother went into a brief explanation about the hierarchy of hell, and you nodded with resolve, “So I need to become an Overlord and strike a deal so I can get your soul.”

He laughed, “I wish it were that easy-“

“Wait for me. I’ll do it.” You stand, unsure of where you’re going, but knowing you have to get your shit together and save your brother like you know he would have done for you, “I don’t know how long it’ll take, but I’ll do it.”

It took nearly 60 years for you to gain enough power and souls to be a respected Overlord in Hell.

And as you had the nerve to create a deal you knew Valentino couldn’t refuse, a red demon made his way into your office casually during an extermination with a grin so wide it was unnerving.

“Can I help you?”

“Can you?”

You frown, “I don’t like playing games.”

He tutted and leaned on the cane he carried that was the same color as the rest of his appearance, “No games, darling. I’m just curious how you think you can help me when you can’t even help your brother.”

You stood, seething in anger, “The fuck are you talking about?”

He hummed in interest and snapped his fingers to show you a scene of your brother being left behind by a client when being chased by exorcists. He tried to run away, too, but he was going to get caught if you didn’t do something, “Where is he?!”

“I can tell you - for a price.” The image disappeared and his smile felt more menacing than before.

You reach out to him, “You want my fucking soul for his location? I won’t make it there in time you son of a bitch-“

His eyes narrow and he holds his cane out to keep you from coming closer, “My, my. If you use that tone with me again, I’ll give you nothing and send you what’s left of your brother once I’m done feasting on what the exorcists leave behind.”

You back up a bit, startled by the angry static his voice bites back with, “Who are you?”

“Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you! An absolute pleasure.” He held out his hand, “I will save your brother from the angels in exchange for your soul and all of the souls you currently own.”

“Keep him alive after and you have a deal.” You hold out your hand without hesitation.

Alastor hums, but grips your hand after consideration, green light surrounding the two of you. He snaps his fingers and shows you that your brother, confused, is in the confines of his room at V Tower - but he’s alive and safe. Alastor snaps his fingers again and the scene disappears, “He will not perish as long as your soul is mine.”

You scream in pain, reaching for your neck as neon green chains bind to you. He looks cheerful as he checks his nails, “Beautiful screams, darling. Would you be interested in radio?”

You can’t answer as tears fall down your face, your throat raw as you feel your power leave your body. He waits for a moment before clapping, “Oh! These souls are delicious. Thank you so much for your service. I think I’ll keep you around just in case I need someone charming to do a job for me. Would you like to say goodbye to your brother before your departure?”

You sob, but shake your head yes. With the snap of a finger, shadows engulf the two of you and deliver you to your brother’s dressing room.

He cries out your name and holds your shoulders before looking up at Alastor, “What did you do to her?!”

Alastor just looked at his claws, ears twitching, “Do hurry. I have places to be.”

You tug on the black tank top your brother wore and he looks down at you, “You’re safe now. I’m so sorry.”

“What have you done?!”

You smiled and nod, “It’s fine, I promise. You would have done it for me, too.”

Realization floods his expression, “I’ll get you out of this.”

“It’s okay. I’ll see you around.” You stand and walk shakily over to Alastor who waves his fingers in greeting.

“I’ll be seeing you if you’re in danger of death, friend. Hopefully not too soon!” He cackles as the shadows engulf you both again, and all you knew from that point on was darkness.

—

Until bright light flooded your vision. You covered your eyes in response and shrunk down, digging your knees into the back of your hands to keep the onslaught of sudden light from your eyes.

A familiar laugh fills your ears and you are on your feet in an instant, heels of your hands still digging into your eyes to avoid pain, “A-Alastor?” Your voice came out as a croak due to your lack of using it after all of these years and you slowly remove your hands, squinting until your eyes adjusted, your head pounding in pain. His red figure was the first thing you saw and you gasped in realization, “H-How long was I-?”

“Not now, dear. I’ll fill you in on all the fun goings on later. For now, welcome to your new job! Our lovely owner and Princess of Hell, Charlie Morningstar, has suggested we are in need of a Porter and Concierge! I told her I knew just the person for the job.”

You had flashbacks of intelligence training from when you were alive and swallowed, looking up at the tall woman beside Alastor who seemed to almost be sparkling. She moved forward, “Hi! I’m Charlie! This is my hotel to help rehabilitate sinners! We’ve had a lot more interest since the battle with the angels and so we need some more help and I would be THRILLED if you would help.” Her voice was sweet and almost sounded like a song.

You glance at Alastor behind her and he narrows his eyes as if to tell you to go with it or else, and so you bowed your head politely, “I’ll do my best.”

The squeal the girl let out felt like nails on a chalkboard against your ears, but she pulled you into a tight hug despite your height difference - why was everyone in hell seven feet tall and you managed to be a terrifying 5’6”? - and then held you out by your shoulders, “What’s your name? How long have you been here? Do we need to move your things into your room or did Alastor already magic it here?”

You wince, “Uh, people usually call me whatever they want…. I’ve been here a while, and I don’t really own anything.”

Charlie seemed equal parts sad and excited, “Do you not remember your name? And you really don’t own anything?”

“I, uh…” Alastor drapes an arm over your shoulder and pulls you away from Charlie’s embrace.

He looks down at you, “I think our friend is tired from travel. Maybe we should save introductions until tomorrow?”

Charlie grinned, clasping her hands together, “I’ll see you first thing in the morning to give you a tour! Thank you so much for your help!” She waves enthusiastically as Alastor pulls you along with him.

He sighs once she is out of sight, “We need to catch up, I’m afraid.” His gaze is now on you, “Why did you not give her your name?”

You swallow, “Because I was an Overlord before you put me in that black space - I don’t know what my name means around here anymore.”

He hums thoughtfully, “Smart. You are a clever thing, aren’t you?” He lets go of your shoulders and walks towards the door in front of you, “This is the door to your room. Let’s have a chat.”

You’re hesitant to follow him through the open door but blink up at the decor - it was soft monochromatic colors of grey and white, it was a color theme you had always been fond of, “I thought it would be red like the rest of the hotel.”

“Nonsense- I made the room to suit the taste of your previous office. Is it satisfactory?”

“Very.” You touch the plush blanket on the bed before glancing back to him, “Catch me up, then.”

He only gave you the details he thought you would need, but you stopped him after he was done detailing the fight with the angels, “How long was I in that place for?”

Alastor tapped his chin thoughtfully, “Does the number really matter?”

You roll your eyes assuming he was avoiding telling you, “Is my brother still okay?”

“Okay? Hardly.” He chuckled, “But he’s still alive and under the thumb of that moth if that’s what you’re asking.”

You sighed in relief and looked at your lap, “So what do I need to do exactly?”

“Your job, dear.” He grinned as you glared at him, “Porter and Concierge. You will be showing our guests to their room and helping with their things. You are also going to be taking care of the customer service of the side of my job because I detest it - that entails you making sure their basic needs are met and that you make their wants happen to the best of your ability.”

You sigh, “Am I stuck here at all times?”

“Heavens, no! You will be allowed time off as needed. But I do expect you to do your job and keep our deal quiet from the other hotel guests- you will not survive your time here if you overstep me.”

You swallow but nod in understanding, “Okay.”

“Oh! My mother was rather fond of those Raggedy Anne dolls before she passed and you-“ He held up your arm between two pinched fingers, “Look sewn up like one of them. Let’s say your name is Anne tomorrow, hmm?”

You pull your arm away and nod, “Fine.”

He stands up and motions to the bed, “Rest, dear. Charlie will have you up bright and early.”

“I’ve been resting for only you know how long. And I haven’t slept since I was alive.”

His grin widened and unseen limbs seemed to force you to lay down, “I don’t remember asking a question, Anne.” You swallow, his fingers moving to hold your throat as his eyes narrowed more sinisterly, “There will be no talking back when I’ve told you to do something. Understand?”

You nod helplessly and he lets go, already at the door when you look up, “Yes, Alastor.”

He waves and disappears into a portal of shadows and leaves you to stare up at your ceiling, wondering why the thought of death almost sounded relieving at this point.

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Charlie practically ripped your door off of its hinges that morning. You had closed your eyes to feign sleep, but jumped straight up when your door opened.

Charlie grinned blindingly at you, “Good morning! Are you ready for a tour?”

You stand, “S-sure.”

She pauses before grabbing your hand, “Did you remember your name?”

“A-Anne.”

“Anne is such a cute name! It’s so nice to meet you! I’ll show you around and then the others are all supposed to meet us in the lobby to say hello in an hour!”

You get pulled along the height and width of the hotel, Charlie yapping on about memories and excitement for the future. She finally brought you to the grand staircase and led you down the stairs and to the lobby where Alastor was standing with a small group of people that mostly lit up when Charlie spoke and caught their attention.

She held up your hand by your wrist, “This is Anne! She’s going to be helping us.”

She looks at you and pulls you down the line, “You know Alastor, this is our bartender Husker-“ you recognize him as an Overlord and he narrows his eyes at you like he’s starting to recognize you too but only nods in greeting and drinks from a bottle of alcohol, “This is our first resident, Angel Dust-“ you recognize him too, but only from the posters you had seen when he was advertising with your brother…. Who was still alive. You perked up and waved friendly at the demon, hoping to make a connection to see how your brother was doing, “This is our maid, Nifty-“ she was so small and cute, but then she grinned and your smile dropped instantly because what the fuck is that thing, “This is my girlfriend, Vaggie-“ Vaggie seemed nice enough, you decided, and the purple tone of her skin appealed to your aesthetic sense, “aaaaand this is my dad, Lucifer, he’s our event coordinator!”

“Lucifer… Morningstar?” It had all clicked in that moment - Alastor had introduced Charlie as Charlie Morningstar, Princess of Hell. Well, fuck. You looked at the man, nearly eye height to yourself but he was a few inches taller than you were but it was nice to at least not have to crane your neck to look up at him.

He flashed a full toothed smirk at your reaction, “Yes, it’s me. The King of Hell. But you can call me Lucifer because here we are simply coworkers.” He grabbed your hand from Charlie and placed a kiss against your knuckles.

You pulled your hand away with more force than intended - you found physical contact with men extremely uncomfortable, especially when it was unexpected- and he frowned, hurt crossing his expression, “Sorry, I should have asked.”

You hold up your hands in a defensive gesture, “N-no, I’m just not used to being touched so much. I shouldn’t have tugged away so hard.”

You felt a familiar hand creep around your shoulders as Alastor bent at the waist to stare at Lucifer, “Oh, no! You’ve made our new friend uncomfortable!” He clicked his tongue to make a disappointed sound, “I thought the King of Hell would have better manners.”

Lucifer looked at Alastor with his red eyes flashing in anger, “She just said she doesn’t want to be touched so why are you touching her?”

He hums, “She’s an old friend of mine! I can touch without worry!”

You try to move out of the grip but his hand tightens, claws against your skin threatening to break and spill the blood pumping underneath.

Charlie sighs in frustration, “I really wish you two would stop fighting so much - it makes us look like we don’t have a united front, and that’s not good for what we’re trying to do…”

Alastor’s grip on you loosens and disappears as he creeps back into his previous spot, Lucifer just looks off to the side, still pissed but obviously also embarrassed. He clears his throat, “I won’t touch you without your permission from now on. Sorry.”

You tilt your head to the side, observing how white his skin was against the red apples of his cheeks. His facial expressions were childish and almost made you wonder what your own expressions looked like to others.

Charlie pulled you out of your thoughts with a clap, “Let’s play a get to know each other game!”

—

You watched with your mouth agape as Charlie led her gaggle of geese in what seemed to be a normal occurrence for them with how easily they agreed to it all. This one was called ‘Confess and Guess’ - someone came up with a question and everyone wrote their answer down and put it in a bowl, and then the person who gave the question had to say their answer and then guess who wrote which one as they pull from the bowl.

It was almost heartwarming to see the group of them bonding cutely over questions until you caught Alastor’s gaze - his eyes narrowed at you and you looked down at your lap apprehensively not realizing it was your turn to pick a question, “Uh…. I don’t know - your favorite memory?”

You pick at your fingers as you wait for them to answer, accidentally breaking the tip of your left middle finger off. You curse as it rolls and lands next to Angel Dust who picks the appendage up with a cringe, “That happen often?”

“O-only when I pick at them. Sorry, I’m just nervous.”

He hands it to you with a laugh, “No need ta apologize, toots.”

You nod in thanks and pull a needle from where a cluster of them sat at your right hip and carefully strung the digit back to your hand. You hold it out in front of you to make sure you didn’t attach it at an angle and you hear Lucifer laugh from across the circle. He grins at you, “You’re pretty fast with a needle - maybe you can help me with my overcoat! I tried to fix it with magic but it just doesn’t look right.”

You nod slowly, “I can see what I can do.”

The bowl is held under your nose and you look up at Charlie who grins expectantly, “Alright! Share your favorite memory first.”

Oh yeah, you forgot about having to participate with your own answer. You stare into the bowl before closing your eyes, “I remember… the first time I got to sleep in a bed. Well, a mattress pad, really-“ you laughed softly, eyes opening, “Right after ojciec and matka sold my brother and I, the organization gave us a room- our first one because we had lived in an alley before that- and there were two mattresses on the floor. I think we were so happy we cried.” You laugh at the memory, “We pushed the things together and slept under a blanket and I think it was the best sleep I’ve ever had.” Your heart ached at thinking about your brother, missing his presence more each second after having to watch him die.

“You were sold as a child?”

You startle at the question, but look at Charlie whose face has sunken, “Why would they-“

You laugh, eyes crinkling, “A lot of kids were at the time if they were healthy and lucky enough to have parents.” You start to pick at your fingers again, “We had it a lot easier than some - at least our owners fed and clothed us regularly and well.”

Angel Dust gave a slow whistle and laughed awkwardly, “Damn - owners, huh? Are you sure you aren’t hell born?”

Your finger breaks off again with a snap, but you grip it tightly in response, not having put it together yourself. Your life was never meant to be your own - your body and mind belonged to the men who owned you when you were alive, and now your soul and free will belonged to a man who owned you in hell. Your silence unnerved Angel Dust, “S-sorry, toots. I wasn’t thinkin- I just meant, ya know….”

You put the bowl onto the floor and stand, dusting off your skirt before laughing awkwardly, “I just need a minute, sorry.” You rush away before Alastor can make you stay and sit against your door, locking it this time so no one can come in.

The wood is cool against the back of your neck as you lean against the door, legs spread out on the floor. Well…. Fuck…

A delicate knock sounded behind you and you tensed, but let go as you heard Angel Dust quietly apologizing at the door, “I’m really sorry, I wasn’t tryin’ to upset you.”

You sigh and stand, cracking the door open, “It’s not you - I just don’t think I had ever put together that on my own and it surprised me. I’m not mad, I just need to think.”

His eyes looked away sadly, “If ya ever wanna talk, I’m here. I don’t own my soul neither - so I can kinda relate. Half relate, I guess.”

You smile in appreciation, “Thanks. I’ll be back down in a bit, I promise.”

He looks at you one last time, “Are ya sure ya wanna be alone right now?”

You hummed in consideration, but nodded, “Just for a bit, please.”

He nods and turns to leave and you shut and lock the door again, this time lying flat on the floor and staring up at the ceiling.

You weren’t sure how long you had been staring at nothing, but apparently it was too long because a grin appeared in your vision, Alastor leaning over you with narrowed eyes, “Are you done having your tantrum? It’s nearly dinner and Charlie is distraught thinking her game was a terrible idea.”

You frown, turning onto your side to face away from him, “I’m not used to this yet - I need some time to adjust.”

He appeared out of shadows laying in his side beside you, holding his head up with the hand resting on its elbow in front of him, “Adjust on your own time - our deal means that you appear and are here because I need you to perform a task. I could call upon another soul if you’d prefer and put you back-“

You scramble up, “No! Don’t send me back there, please?” You shook anxiously at the thought of nothing again, “I-I’m sorry, I’ll come back down. Do I need to help cook or-“

He appeared standing before you and rolled his eyes, grin still in place, “No - you need to correct your mistake and let Charlie know it was your error, not hers. Now.”

You nod in fear and rush to the door, unlocking it and rushing down - but you weren’t expecting to lose a foot on the way down the stairs. Because you hadn’t been paying attention and were rushing to find Charlie, you bent your ankle at an unnatural angle and the stitches tore, sending it flying towards the lounge. You stumbled forward down the stairs. Your head and shoulders made contact with the ground exactly twice before you felt weightless. Alastor had put you back, you assumed, panic welling in your stomach and spilling out as tears from your eyes as you sobbed.

“I-I’m sorry - I promised I’d ask for permission, but you were falling and… I’m so sorry.”

You blinked through your tears, staring up at Lucifer who had thought he had broken your boundaries again AND hurt you, “It’s not dark?”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Let me put you down-“

You gripped onto him tighter, arms wrapped around his neck and your fingers digging into his shoulders, “I don’t want to go back…”

He frowned at the display, but kept his hold on you once he landed, “The overland? You can’t really go back there-“

“The dark…”

He could feel your tears soaking through his shirt and lifted a hand to pat your head in comfort despite not fully understanding your emotional outburst, “Okay. You don’t have to go back.”

You gasped and let go of him, grey eyes staring into his red ones, “Promise?”

He felt his pride flair at the desperate look in your face, “Promise.”

You seemed to blink out of whatever emotion you had been in and let go of him, “S-sorry, it’s been a tough day.”

He nodded in mock understanding- he really had no idea what the fuck just happened but if he could comfort someone and help Charlie at the same time, he was going to do it, “Dinner is almost ready, want to head to the dining room?”

“I-is Charlie there?”

“Yeah.”

You nod and he holds out your foot in his hand to you, “You dropped this earlier - do you need help or do you want to lean on me and put it back on when we get to a chair?”

You take your foot, “That’s so embarrassing, I’m so sorry. If you could just help me to the bar I can do it really quick and you can take me to Charlie so I can apologize.”

He smiled and lifted you with surprising ease, walking you over to the bar where he placed you carefully on a stool. You thanked him and lifted your leg onto the barstool beside you on top of your removed foot and sewed it up quickly. You frown, knowing you’ll have to be careful and reattach it later with a better thread, but this would work for now.

You stand, testing your weight on it, hop a few times and then look at Lucifer, “Where is the dining room?”

He holds out his elbow as an offer, raising his eyebrow in question. Was this guy just overly touchy? You stared at his arm until his face turned a little embarrassed like he was going to retract the offer, but you reached out in that moment, hooking your arm with his. His eyes widened, and he took a deep breath, but he seemingly decided to inwardly savor the moment and escorted you to a room down the hall from the lounge area where Charlie was happily setting a table for dinner.

You let go of Lucifer, but squeeze his arm in thanks before walking over to Charlie and lightly tapping her shoulder. She jumps, eyes wide at you, “O-oh, Anne!” She looked down and clasped her hands together nervously, “I’m so sorry about the exercise- I didn’t realize-“

You put your hands on hers and she looks into your eyes instead of the floor in surprise, “No, I’m sorry. I was having a moment and wasn’t considering how it would affect you and the others. If I get in a feeling like that again, I’ll try to communicate to let you know what’s happening in my head. It isn’t your fault - I hadn’t realized-“ you stopped yourself when Alastor appeared across the room and sighed, “I guess I’m just not meant to be free, is all.”

Charlie frowned, “Are you under a soul contract?”

Alastor chose that moment to tap his cane against the ground, “What’s for dinner tonight?”

Charlie jumped, but didn’t let go of your hands, “We can talk later, okay?” She smiled and let go before bouncing to Alastor, “Vaggie said paella - she was really excited to share it with us and it smells so good!”

“You okay? You look nervous.”

You glance beside you at Lucifer, who sounds concerned, but has his focus completely on Alastor and Charlie. You smile slightly, “Yeah, thanks. Just been a while since I’ve been around people.”

He glanced over to you and raised an eyebrow, but doesn’t pry. Instead he looks to his daughter again, “Is Alastor someone I can trust my daughter with?”

You look over at the two and Alastor glances your way with narrowed eyes. You sigh, “I honestly have no idea.”

“I thought you two were old friends.”

“Friends is not a term I would use…” You glance at Lucifer, “But he saved my brother from extermination, so I owe him my life.”

Lucifer looks at you once again, eyebrows raised, “Your brother is in hell, too? Why aren’t you with him?”

“Because I owe Alastor, and my brother is in a soul contract that I can’t get him out of unless I have something worth trading - he’s not allowed to leave the home of his owner without permission per his contract, and he refused to let me meet his owner so I can’t do anything or be with him.”

“That’s so sad… who owns him?”

You shrug and decide that’s enough spilling your life story. You move down the table and sit at an open seat as people start to fill in from the hotel. Charlie wasn’t joking when she said the hotel had a lot of interest - this was many more people than you had imagined seeing at a project meant for rehabilitation.

Angel Dust takes the seat beside you carefully, “Do you mind me bein ya neighbor for dinner?”

You flash a small smile, “Not at all.”

He grinned and the two of you made small talk until dinner was served.

It was warm. You imagined if you had family dinners, this is what it would have sounded and felt like. You stayed mostly quiet during dinner, eating and enjoying the light banter around you. You looked around the table and found Lucifer’s gaze was on you. He waved his fingers and smiled and you snorted, but nodded in greeting.

Angel Dust elbowed you with his lower set of arms, “Are you flirtin with the big dick in charge?”

You choke on a piece of chicken at the comment and Angel Dust panics, patting your back roughly and apologizing profusely until you’re down to just coughs. You widen your eyes and stare at Angel Dust in disbelief, “I just met him- why would I be flirting?!”

He blinks,”I flirt with guys I don’t know all the time. It’s not that weird. Also, I was joking.”

You are too embarrassed to look for a reaction from anyone else and decide to just stare at your food until you’ve finished. You look up at Angel Dust once you’ve gained your courage back, “Thanks for earlier, by the way. I really did appreciate you making sure I was okay.”

He grinned again, “Of course!”

When dinner ended, the large group had shuffled to the lounge and were participating in jovial conversation and games at Charlie’s behest. You smile softly, leaning against a wall away from the crowd. You hadn’t ever imagined seeing such a wholesome image in Hell, not once had you seen this kind of joy and camaraderie in a group of people since your arrival. Maybe this really wasn’t so bad a situation even if you didn’t fully own your life.

“You look tired.”

You look to your side where Lucifer is leaning against the apple of his cane, eyes on the crowd with a wistful smile across his face. He was so expressive - you know you had thought about it earlier, but even in life you can’t remember knowing anyone that was so easy to read emotionally, “I am. I think I may go to bed early - I need to really hit the ground running tomorrow.”

He turns his head to you and holds out a hand, “It was nice to meet you today - if you ever need to talk, I’ve been told I’m a good listener.”

You take the hand and shake it lightly, and he grins down at the connection, “I appreciate that. Sorry about my outburst earlier…. I don’t normally use new acquaintances as shoulders to cry on.”

He squeezed your hand in comfort and looked into your face with the same smile he was staring at the crowd at with, “It’s no big deal - consider it forgotten until you feel comfortable talking about it. Unless you don’t want me to forget, then consider it remembered? You know what? Consider it whatever you want.” He laughed nervously, eyes now avoiding yours.

You let out a laugh at his awkwardness and pull your hand out of his, “Thanks.” You stretch and sigh, “If anyone asks just let them know I’ll be out bright and early tomorrow.” You also needed to make sure all of your stitches were attached decently before you put your whole self into this job. It’d be awkward to lose an arm, ear, or toe while trying to help someone. You leave, not waiting for a response, but you can feel his gaze on you as you ascend the stairs to the hall where your room is - it made you almost feel safe.

You reached for your door and a familiar static played in your ears. You sighed and opened your door and looked up at Alastor, “Need to chat?”

“So perceptive!”

You motion to the door and let him walk in before entering and closing the door yourself.

He grins at you, “Just a few notes about your performance!”

“Sure.” You move to sit on your bed and start to remove the foot that had fallen off, digging through your pocket for a more industrial strength thread before taking to reattaching your foot more securely.

“First - you know that you cannot let people know that I own you.”

“Figured.”

“I also see that our King seems to be curious about you….”

You look up at him, confused, “What do you mean?”

“Just that he hasn’t attempted to be that cordial with anyone but his daughter and her girlfriend since moving into the hotel.” He looks at his nails, “I would like for you to take advantage of this fancy and get to know him better.”

You laugh flatly, “Why? So you can exploit some weakness that I find against him?”

“Precisely.” His chipper tone catches your attention again and he continues, “What? You gain a new friend and I gain some valuable information - it seems like a winning situation on both fronts.”

“I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“Nope!” He laughed with an amused joy and moved to sit beside you on the bed, “You are such a pleasant employee- keep this up and maybe I’ll help you get some time to spend with your brother.”

You drop your needle and look at Alastor with wide eyes, “Y-you can do that?”

“Do you doubt that I have the ability to?”

“No, I just…. Thank you! I’ll do my best.” You pick your needle up with shaking hands and finish the final stitch at your ankle, “Can it be soon? I…. I’d like to see him.”

Alastor hums in consideration, “Tell you what - I’ll arrange for a meeting once you bring me a factoid about our friend Lucifer that I find particularly interesting.”

“Interesting in what sense?”

“Something I can use, darling. Bring me things until you bring me something that makes me go ‘Oooh!’!” He stood and gave you a curt pat on the head, “Sleep well, pet! I can’t wait to hear what you bring me! Ooh! Let’s plan for a weekly tea!” He claps his hands in amusement, “A week from today, weekly, we will meet in my tower and have a chat of a nice cup of tea. See you then!”

And he was gone.

You sigh and flop onto your back on the bed. Your afterlife really was the same as your life. You were just a tool for information gathering, but this time you didn’t have your brother to comfort you after a particularly hard day. You rolled onto your side and curled your limbs against yourself as sleep overtook you - you hadn’t slept in so long, it was a welcome change.

[jakeyzzz]

you saved me.

( ANGST/FLUFF ) - heeseung x f!reader oneshot

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⚠️ WARNINGS ! - ( domestic violence, drugs, mentions of injuries like bruises, toxic relationship, panic attack, crying, mentions of fear, comforting, heeseung saving reader from getting hurt, touch deprived reader, cuddling, hugging, kissing, nicknames, very very very fluffy ending )

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1678 words...

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If you could describe your last Relationship in one word, it would probably be ''HELL'' . Your Ex Boyfriend was a Drug Addict. And every single Time he did Drugs, he really made you go through hell. He got aggressive, and even pretty violent sometimes. And you were so scared. Because no matter how much he hurt you, you would still love him with your whole Heart. Covering your bruised Body started becoming a normal Thing, and you started getting used to the Way he treated you. You always tried to help him. You tried so hard to fix him ... and you were so exhausted. You always tried to tell yourself, that his love was good enough. But if you were being honest to yourself, the Way he treated you had nothing to do with Love.

You knew you needed to get out of this Relationship. You didn't know how, but you knew you would find a way. And you did. Well actually, someone helped you. You got invited to a Party by your Friend, and since your (Ex) Boyfriend got a bit too high again and ended up falling asleep on the Couch, you decided to go there by yourself.

You actually ended up having a lot of fun. You met new people, and had a great Time with your Friends. Until some Idiots started a Fight in the middle of the Room and you got a Panic Attack. When they started pushing and punching each other, you quickly excused yourself and ran to the bathroom. You tried to stay calm the whole time, but the Flashbacks you got were messing with your Head in that Moment.

As you reached the Hallway, you saw someone standing in front of the Bathroom. ,,Fuck''  You murmured under your Breath. You were panicking, and in that exact moment, you felt two beautiful brown Bambi Eyes glancing at you. You suddenly heard the Boy clearing his Throat. ,,There's someone in the Bathroom ... I've been standing here for 10 Minutes. Are you okay ?'' You could tell that he was hesitating before asking you if you were okay. You didn't even try to lie at him. You immediately shook your Head as a Response.

He furrowed his Eyebrows when he noticed the Way you were shaking. ,,Do you wanna go to a more quiet Room?'' He was so concerned, and he didn't even know you. ,,Yes ... but please don't hurt me'' You quietly mumbled. Your Voice was weak.  He was in Shock. He didn't even wanna know what you were going through. ,,I promise I would never hurt you ...  Do you wanna tell me your Name? '' You took a deep Breath before answering. ,,It's Y/N...'' He quickly forced a smile on his Face as he slowly started getting a bit closer to you. ,,I'm Heeseung, It's really nice to meet you. I promise you can trust me. Follow me ?'' His Voice was soft. It's been a while since someone talked to you like that. ,,...Alright.'' Heeseung smiled gently before leading you to an empty Bedroom, where you could lay down and get some Rest.

He sat down on a Chair in the Corner of the Bedroom, since he didn't want to make you uncomfortable. He kept his Distance. When you started hyperventilating again, Heeseung immediately noticed and got up from his Chair. ,,I'm gonna sit down next to you alright ? Try taking a deep Breath...'' You followed Heeseung's Instruction, and his Eyes never left yours. He carefully started stroking your Hand with his Thumb, which surprisingly helped you calm down almost immediately. You whimpered at his Touch.

,,Thank you for bringing me here'' You mumbled in between your quiet sobs. ,,I'm so glad I could help. I'm gonna go get you some Water and then I'll be right back alright ? Do you want me to drive you Home later ?'' You quickly shook your Head as a few more Tears rolled down your rosy Cheek. ,,I don't wanna go home. I'm scared...'' Heeseung raised an Eyebrow, wondering why you would be scared of going Home.

,,Do you wanna tell me why ?'' You closed your Eyes as you let out a sob, before quickly taking your Cardigan off, revealing your bruised Arms and Shoulders . Heeseung's Eyes widened in pure Shock. Everything made sense now, and he was speechless. ,,I'm so sorry'' Heeseung whispered, as his Eyes started filling with Tears. You looked at him for a Second, before letting yourself fall into his Arms.

You trusted him, even though you literally just met him. He made you feel incredibly safe. Heeseung held you close to his Chest, letting you cry as much as you needed. ,, Whoever did this to you is never gonna hurt you again. I'm gonna be your little Guardian Angel from now on. I promise I'm gonna get you out of there. '' You let out a shaky breath against his Chest, as he gently kissed the crown of your Head. ,,Am I making you feel uncomfortable ?'' He whispered. ,,No, not at all. It's been a long time since I felt this safe...'' You spoke, making Heeseung force a painful smile on his Face.

You laid in Heeseung's Arms in complete Silence for a few Minutes, trying not to fall asleep. But for some Reason, you felt like you owed him an Explanation. Even though you actually didn't.

,,He's a Drug Addict...'' You suddenly mentioned, making Heeseung look at you in Surprise. ,,You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to...''  You sighed deeply. ,,But I want to.'' You stated with a shaky Voice. ,,Okay .. I'll listen.'' Heeseung said, as he caressed your Hair gently to calm you down a bit. ,,I didn't know about his Problem with Drugs when we first met. He seemed like a good Person. But now ... he's just a manipulative, abusive asshole. And it hurts so much to see that. I care so much for him. I'm always trying to help him but he couldn't care less. Instead of caring, he hurts me. I wish I was strong enough to call the Police on him.'' Heeseung felt like throwing up. How could someone be so heartless ??

,,Look, Y/N . I have a Guest Room in my Apartment and you can stay for as long as you like. I need you to be safe. And when you're ready, we're gonna take care of this whole Situation. I'll help you with every single Step and I'll always protect you no matter what.'' You teared up. ,,Thank you so much'' Heeseung's Mouth curved into a smile, as he gave you another tight Hug. ,,Can we stay like this for a little while ?... I haven't been hugged in Years'' You whispered, making Heeseung giggle softly. ,,Of course'' He said as he looked at you in awe.

You met Heeseung when you needed him the most. Sometimes you wondered if he actually was a Guardian Angel. He saved you. And you loved him for that. 

1 Year later...

Just like every Morning, you woke up cuddled up against Heeseung's Chest. The Corners of your Mouth turned up as you heard soft Snores leaving his slightly opened Mouth. You started leaving a few soft kisses on his Chest, trying to carefully wake him up. And when you noticed him trying not to smile, you knew you succeed.

,,I know you're awake, Heeseung'' You mumbled quietly, making him break into a fit of giggles. You laughed softly before placing a gentle Kiss on his Lips. ,,Good Morning, Beautiful'' You smiled hearing Heeseung's morning Voice. ,,Good Morning Angel'' You answered shyly, before Heeseung pulled you back into his Arms. You hid your Face in the crook of his Neck, as he held you tight.

You gently brushed your Lips against his Neck, making Heeseung smile sweetly. ,,You're so perfect, Y/N. How did I even deserve you'' You closed your Eyes slowly, inhaling his comforting Scent before placing a soft Kiss on the Skin of his Neck. ,,Why are you so good to me ?''  You whispered quietly, making Heeseung raise an Eyebrow. He gently brushed a strand of Hair behind your Ear, making you look up at him.

,,What do you mean ?'' Heeseung murmured, as you rested your Forehead against his. You sighed. ,,You're treating me so .. right'' Heeseung's Eyebrows furrowed. Hearing that from you broke his Heart for some Reason . He hated your Ex Boyfriend so freaking much for hurting you like that. ,,This is how you deserve to be treated, Y/N. I love you so much'' He said, kissing your Forehead after.

,,You saved me, Heeseung'' Heeseung shook his Head. ,,No .. you saved yourself, Y/N. I was just your little Sidekick.'' You giggled softly, as you wiped a Tear off your Cheek. You knew you finally found your Peace ... you found it in Heeseung's Arms. You've never felt this safe and loved before. Heeseung gave you a soft Kiss, that travelled from your Nose to your Lips. The Kiss lasted a bit longer than expected. Your Fingers were locked, as you shared a soft, delicate Kiss that made you feel warm all over.

Heeseung rested one Hand on your Hip, while the other one was gently caressing your Cheek. His Lips were so soft, and the Way he touched you so beautifully made you want to cry. You carefully deepened the Kiss, making Heeseung smile softly. The Kiss was feathery, yet passionate. And it made your Heart beat at least ten Times faster. ,,I'm in love with you.'' You whispered, breaking the Kiss. Heeseung placed one last long Peck on your Lips, before smiling at you.

He softly traced his Fingertips over your Shoulders, making you grin shyly. He loved you with his whole Heart, and he showed you what being loved actually feels like. He was there when you needed him the most. He made all of your Wounds heal. And you knew, that he would stay with you forever. You knew, he would love and protect you forever. And you were so right about that.

,,You're safe now...''

[simpingland]

Today was a win// Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!oc

Saera and Aemond arrive at Dragonstone, after he decided on choosing Team Black out of her love for her. But Aemond is not welcome and Saera has to prove his good-will.

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The flight to Dragonstone was short, Rhaenyra saw the dragons at distance. She forbid Daemon or any of the boys to attack the moment they recognised Vhagar. She pointed to the smaller dragon by her side, it was Saera, her only daughter. They watched from the bridge, as Rhaenyra went to get Syrax. Luke, Jace, Baela, Rhaena and Daemon stood in line, watching, with weapons in their waist, the two dragons. Vhagar made a mess of stones when she landed and Aemond went down, making his way towards the Blacks. As they unsheathed their swords, Saera landed closer, making her brothers focusing on her instead, the swords wavering at her sight. When she came down, she walked with Aemond. She begged the boy with her eyes and he stood still, watching her and thinking. It was Jace the one who run to her sister, thinking she needed rescue, his sword up, but Syrax scream made him stop, Rhaenyra landed right in front of Aemond and Saera, leaving the bridge separated, Jace behind.

"What is the meaning of this, Aemond" asked the now Queen. Saera couldn't keep her eyes away from her, just as her mother could keep her eyes away from her daughter, even though she spoke towards Aemond.

"I come with no intentions of war, or violence, sister" he spoke.

"Half-sister, I remind you. Last time we saw you you spoke words of treason, vile accusations and you even dare hit your future King" she was angry, Saera saw her swollen belly and remembered, she didn't know still, she didn't know that Jace was now the prince of Dragonstone, that she was the Queen. She didn't know her father was dead.

"If you think toasting for your children is treason then you would be surprise about what's taking place in King's Landing" he said, half smirk. The girl stepped out, eying Aemond with a light scold.

"Saera, my girl. Tell me the truth." Begged her mother.

When the girl started to cry, Rhaenyra left Syrax, walked to her daughter and took her face on her hands. Aemond looked at the ground.

"Alicent will crown Aegon as King...she has decided it last night...The King, Viserys...he died in his sleeps, mother" she saw Rhaenyra's heart break in her own eyes, tears forming. She let go of her, as she scruched with a sudden pain. Saera grow scared and took her mother in her arms, screaming for help. The Blacks crossed the bridge as Syrax went far away. They all carried her to the castle, buy Daemon ordered guards to capture Aemond, not listening to the pleads of Saera.

Visenya was born too early, too weak, too violently. And Saera could only stare at her mother, covered in blood and rocking her little corpse. Luke and Jace spied with her aswell. She could take it anymore so she run from the place, looking for the cells.

When she arrived, the guards were willing to let her enter but Jace had followed her in silence, so he took her arm and turned her.

"What is this sudden urge to see him? Thought you hated him as much as we do" he was more angry than confused, Jace was a smart boy, he payed attention to her sister and knew her as the most gentle of the siblings. But he found that a weakness at some situations.

"Aemond is willing to protect me. He came because I asked him to."

"Don't be fooled, Saera. Aemond is cruel, you saw him at the dinner."

"I saw him everyday for my entire life, Jace. Don't you recall? I know him better than you..." she was now angry.

"They got you on their side, I see. I should have expected it. I'm sure you have come here with the eyes of our mother to speak the words of the Hightowers. I won't let you see him, sorry." He tried to push her away but she pushed him harder. He was surprised.

"I'm serious about his protection. He has never, ever, hurted me. He did something very hard for him, you need to understand. Alicent doesn't know it, he left everything to be with me... And I really like him, Jace. He has proven to be loyal to me, many times. You have to trust me, to support me. Please, as your sister...as your friend."

She saw Jace leaving, giving her a cold glare. He was angry, he won't accept it, but he left her alone at least for now, so she dried her incoming tears and walked her way to Aemond. She saw him there, sitting on the ground, a chain on both hands and looking at the window. He had blood coming of his nose and when he saw her, a smirk formed on his sharp face. He stood and got near.

"What happened?" She asked, cleaning the blood with her sleeve.

"Some of your mother's guards are cunts..."

"You pulled a fight, didn't you?"

"I don't find the chains useful, just wanted then to see...they don't listen very much."

"Now they got a reason to chain you up." She smiled.

"Totally worthy."

He saw her smile disappeared, her hands dropped of his face and he remembered everything that happened moments ago.

"My sister Visenya is dead."

"She was never alive, Saera... Grieve for the living, not the dead."

"My mother is destroyed. She has lost too much in a single morning."

"But she gained you back" cheered Aemond, caressing her delicate fingers as well as he could with the chains. "Do you think they will kill me?"

"Don't you dare think that!" She panicked. "Mother will listen to me and if not--"

"I don't mind, my princess...I just want to be burned down, like a proper Targaryen. I'll die satisfied knowing the last thing I did was taking you were you belong."

"I made you a promise. If mother says no, we will fly away, remember?"

"I remember... A part of me wishes for that reality, to be alone in a little house, with blonde babies and even a few sheeps. And I would take you home the pretiest ring in the land, I just needed Vhagar to appear in the air to scare the poor seller. And we could swim on the lake...maybe we could win Dorne if you are bored"

"Our ancestors wouldn't aprove, they failed and they were three dragons."

"Yes...but not Visenya neither Rhaenys were as charming as you. I'm sure if you blink with those pretty lashes of yours we get the king leaving the keys of the palace at your hands." He smiled as she chucked.

She didn't think twice, she put her head in between the metal barriers and kissed Aemond on the lips, softly but intense, their hands holding. They locked their mouths, taking on eachothers essence and not feeling the need of breathing. The guards were approaching and they separated. Aemond could see Saera growing tense and he stroke her hands. They broke Aemond out of the cell, but he was dragged by them. The Velaryon girl followed behind.

They great hall of Dragonstone was lighted by the fire, as the night had already appeared and light was out. Daemon stood there, his sword in his hand, prepared for justice or so it seemed. Jace and Luke in each side of the step-father and court guards everywhere. Baela and Rhaena were there too, and they seemed to be the only ones who saw Saera, as they took her carefully by the hands, pulling them close, not behind Aemond. Baela caressed her arm, sensing the stress of her step-sister.

"Prince Aemond Targaryen, tell us, loud and clear. Have you supported your mother's believes and plots?" Asked Daemon.

"I have supported them, yes." He confessed, no expression in his face.

"You were aware of that cunt of Otto Hightower's plan to put Aegon in the throne, is that true?"

"Yes, I was aware...weren't all of you?" He mocked. The air grow even more tense.

"Did you help to put your drunk of a brother in the position he doesn't deserve?" Daemon got closer to the Prince.

"Yes, I did."

"You have said of your nephews that they were bastards several times, is that true?"

"Yes, I did."

He started to pull up his sword, pointing it close to Aemond's upper body.

"You were willing to betray your sister Rhaenyra. You were willing to kill your kin on the following war the crowing of Aegon would cause. Is that true?"

"No, I would never."

"Why did you fly here?"

"I wanted to left King's Landing. Leaving Saera safe."

"If that's true, why in the Seven hells did your let things go so far?" Asked Jace.

"I didn't know I had a reason to leave. Helping my sister means betraying my mother, boy. I guess it must be easier for you." He looked at his nephew with hate.

"I don't buy it, kid." Said Daemon. "I know men like you, bitter and eager for power, a terrible combination. You are just like me, untrustworthy. But, at least I know my color. But you...you are a risk."

"Father!" Called Rhaena, seeing how Saera couldn't properly breath, paralaized by the scene. "If you hurt Aemond, every single supporter of Aegon will come for us."

"Sorry, my child...but I'm afraid the war has started already." He turned to Aemond. "Kneel, Prince Aemond. Kneel and speak your last words."

Just as Aemond started to do as he was told, Saera started to scream, hold tight by her the two sisters. Daemon prepare for strike but the girl escaped. Saera. She ran from the hold of the girls, she put herself in front of the sword. Thank the gods, Daemon was slower, or the girl was quicker, she stopped the swing, the blade held in between her hands. Because he stopped in time, the cut was deep but her hands kept it together, her fingers still united, the flesh as one. But she was bleeding, a lot. Everyone was holding their breaths and Daemon's eyes were stuck on her, as she cried. "Don't, please, don't kill him."

Aemond could only see her beautiful hair, and the blood on the floor, he grew scared, not seeing well were the sword had been stopped. It wasn't on his neck, that was for sure. She has saved his life. He was relived when he heard her speak, she was crying but she was alive. Jace approached them, pushing Daemon aside.

"Saera, stay away, let me deal with this." Said Daemon.

"We should wait for mother, nothing will happen as long as he's a prisioner. Saera, go with the maester" commanded Jace.

"No, no, he won't be a prisioner. He is family, he won't hurt us." Insisted the girl.

"Mother!" Called Luke. Everyone turned, Rhaenyra, dressed up in black, hair undone, with a little limp and dead eyes, walked to the room. Luke run to help her.

"Who allowed this execution without justice?" She screamed.

"Mother, we were interrogating Prince Aemond and--" said Jace.

"They were going to kill him!" Protested Saera. Rhaenyra saw her bloody hands, the blood stained her dress and even her white her. This made something in Rhaenyra awake.

"Saera! What happened to you?" She holded her daughter tight. "Who did this?"

"I was preventing him to cause chaos, Rhaenyra, we can't trust him" Daemon was excusing himself.

"And you almost kill my daughter at your preventions." She looked then at Aemond, who was still kneel on the ground, his face was now a concern one. "Aemond, tell us, tell us why we should trust you."

Aemond didn't left the ground. He looked at Saera's red eyes and red hands. "I have always held love for your daughter, Rhaenyra. Long before Lucaerys Velaryon took my eye" Luke stared at the ground. "So even though I might not have much admiration for your other sons, even though you, sister, has never cared for me, not even father did, I had loved her all this years. But people thought of me as less of a man. Even though I'm not. The only person who treated me with respect has been my mother and Saera. But your daughter made me see a future, as with my mother I only saw dumb sacrifices, she's willing to put my brother on the throne knowing well he's a cruel drunker. I have decided to take my life for my own,doing as I please, getting what I deserve, and Saera has decided to join me. She told me to beg for your forgiveness, promising me you would leave us be happy. She believes in you, and because of that, so do I."

Rgaenyra looked at her daughter, who smiled softly at the prince. "Saera, do you want me to forgive him?"

"Yes, mother, please."

"Aemond, are you willing to serve me?"

"Yes, half-sister. I'm still on my knees, in front of my Queen and Princess."

The now Queen thought about it, watching her daughters pleading eyes, such a good girl, never giving a problem. She was now asking for this one thing. She has never, in any of her letters mention Aemond's mistreatment, she has mentioned thought, about her admiration for him. Ever since she was a baby, even Rhaenyra saw glips of a caring Aemond around Saera. Maybe this was true. Maybe they should take the risk. The last thing she wanted was to lose another daughter, and he has protected her all this years.

"Guards, unchain him. Prepare a room for him and of he wish to leave let him, if he wish to stay--" she looked at Daemon. "Let him stay."

Daemon dissappeared while Aemond was freed, everyone saw Saera hugging the Prince, and he hugged her back. The embrace was long, she even stained Aemond with her hands and when she ache loudly by the cuts, it was Aemond the one pushing her towards her sisters.

"Let them take care of that, Saera, please. I'm just gonna fly Vhagar in a safer place, I'm not going away..." she nodded. He watched her being carefully held by Rhaena, following the maester. Rhaenyra asked Luke and Jace to walk her to her room and so they did. The hall went back to normal.

Once in the room of the maester, Rhaena kept Saera company. Trying to distract her from the pain of the stiches. Luke walked in too a bit later. He had a bad time seeing her sister suffering but he stayed close to her, caressing her arms.

"You can swear all you want, sister. I promise I won't tell mother." He offered, making her laugh. She took the offer though, it felt better to express the pain that way. Suddenly, Aemond entered the room, making Luke incredibly uncomfortable and leaving with Rhaena.

"I never thought you even knew those words." he said, sitting with her.

"I know, not very lady-like of me...I should have grown accostume to this..." she remembered when Aegon bit her hand barely a day ago.

"I'm sorry you got hurt. It was my fault" he took the already covered hands, with delicacy.

"Aemond, it was my family the one trying to behead you there. It's me the one who wronged you...It's me the one who asked you to leave your family."

"What our family do or doesn't do is nothing for us." He said, seeing the maester finishing his work. The old man said goodbye to them, bowing and exited the place.

"I don't think there are words to express how much it means for me everything you have done." She let Aemond kiss her now covered hands.

"I wound be happy simply by having your hand in marriage" he said, kissing her neck this time.

"Well...I would love too, but we need to take things step by step."

"Today was a win."

"Today was a win, indeed" she said. They kissed, the most intense kiss they have ever give eachother. This time, Aemond moved his lips to her neck again, leaving a trace around her her cheeks and collarbone.

"Aemond..." she tried to concentrate. But he kept on kissing her. "Aemond listen...I now the next step to get my mother's approval". Then, Aemond stopped giving her a last peck on the lips before focusing on her. "You need to make peace with Luke."