#but I'll be cold and dead in the ground before you tell me i can't suck dick

[preblematic]

“*frantically googling if sucking too much dick can give you tmj*”

Didn’t you get a sinus infection from sucking dick before or was that someone else

that was me!!!!!!!! i got this nasty sinus infection that took like 2 or 3 rounds of antibiotics and a trip to an ENT to have my ear canal cleaned out bc i let a dude w/ a bare minimum 8 incher skullfuck me by a dumpster at a rest stop

[awearywritersworld]

"i'll always come when you call"

gojo satoru x reader summary: when you're gravely injured on a mission, your best friend finds you just in time w/c: 1.35k tags/warnings: friends to lovers, obviously reader is hurt but nothing is terribly graphic, though there are lots of mentions of blood, hurt/comfort, fem!reader, no use of y/n, lots of emotional distress for gojo, he punches a wall, ft. a very worried yuuji and gumi a/n: home boy is in pieces at the thought of losing us. i make myself emotional masterlist check out my latest work for gojo here

it wasn't supposed to go like this. not hardly, not half.

a simple mission turned into an ambush. what was originally one mid-grade cursed spirit became several. you lost count somewhere around the fifth.

rain patters against your body, washing away the crimson that's seeping from numerous wounds. at first everything hurt, but now all you feel is a foreboding numbness spreading throughout your limbs.

you hardly remember slipping your phone from your pocket or dialing his number when you hear your best friend's voice ring out from the speaker. "hey, princess. how'd it go?"

you try to speak, but no sound comes out. eventually, you manage a choked cough and the faint sensation of liquid flowing from the corner of your mouth accompanies the effort.

you barely make out his worried tone calling your name before your phone clatters to the ground, screen going black as it lies in a puddle of pale red.

you fight to keep your eyes open, you really do, but you're incredibly drowsy and the coldness has begun to ebb away, replaced by a comforting warmness.

you always imagined the light that welcomes you into the afterlife would be a blinding white, but instead, it's a familiar shade of blue.

an unsettling feeling had made a home in the pit of gojo's stomach long before he received your call. he's pacing, his eyebrows furrowed with inexplicable worry when his ringtone fills the room.

relief floods through him once he sees your name on the screen, but it's short lived when your end of the line remains quiet. he hears you sputter and it isn't a second later that he teleports to the city where your assigned mission is.

his heart is hammering away, a dull thudding in his ears, as he follows the traces of cursed energy that grow stronger with each long stride. he covers ground impressively fast, though as soon as his eyes land on your body, it's as if everything shifts to slow motion.

it feels like he's fighting against an invisible force as he approaches the spot where you lay. he can hear someone howling your name and it's not until he feels the hoarseness in throat that he recognizes the voice as his own. his knees crash painfully into the pavement at your side.

the situation is worse than he could have imagined. it's looks like you, sure, but it can't be you. not when your eyes have just fluttered shut, no movement beneath your lids. not when your body is still, no steady rise and fall of your chest. and certainly not when it looks as if you're—

"wake up," he begs, shaking your shoulders. "please, wake up!"

not wasting another moment, he gathers your limp body in his arms, one arm behind curling around your shoulders, the other hooking behind your knees.

he teleports directly into the infirmary and shoko nearly scolds him before she takes in your dreadful state. the cigarette that was hanging between her lips falls to the floor. "get her on the bed."

she moves around the room in haste, pulling drawers and cabinets open wildly.

"she's going to be okay, right? tell me that she's going to be fine," he implores, panicking when the brunette fails to reassure him. "..shoko!"

"get out, satoru!" she barks. she can't concentrate, not while one of her oldest friends is hysterical with worry and the other is lying there half dead.

"please, i can't—"

"now!"

he stares at you for a moment before turning on his heel and retreating to the hall. his fist meets the wall with such force, the drywall crumbles to the floor. gojo himself follows suit soon thereafter.

the commotion catches the attention of yuuji and megumi, who round the corner just seconds later.

"sensei—" yuuji begins to question, but the words die in his throat.

gojo's crouched down, his face buried in his hands. they're still covered in your blood. he wants to scream and yell and curse the world, but instead, he clenches his jaw so fiercely it's a wonder his teeth don't crack under the pressure.

the boys share a look, both startled by the present state of their usually frivolous teacher. neither of them need to ask who's behind that door, they know there's only one person who could elicit such a reaction from gojo.

megumi approaches him cautiously, swallowing his own concern, and places a hand on his shoulder. "she'll be okay."

the white haired man doesn't look up, just nods weakly in acknowledgement. megumi joins yuuji who is already sitting on the floor with his back pressed to the wall, and the three of them wait together in silence.

gojo hardly moves until the infirmary door opens, which makes him rise so quickly it leaves him dizzy. shoko surveys the three of them before speaking.

"she's.. she's still unconscious, but you should be with her. she's been calling for you in her sleep—"

she scarcely finishes before gojo makes his way through the door. shoko stays in the hallway to update yuuji and megumi, giving the two of you a bit of privacy.

pulling up a chair beside you, he threads his fingers between yours, your skin still frightfully cool. though it's not until he hears you mumble his name that he truly falls apart.

his free hand flies to his mouth in an attempt to stifle his sobs, his shoulders shaking. this all could have gone very differently and the thought makes him sick to his stomach. he should have gone with you, or at the very least, he should have gotten to you faster.

"'toru?" your raspy voice fills his ears.

when he looks up to find you peering at him through tired eyes, the tension that'd been weighing heavily in his chest dissipates and he exhales deeply. still, his voice trembles. "hey, sweetheart."

every part of you aches, but it's nothing compared to the guilt you feel upon seeing gojo like this— his eyes red and swollen, your blood painted across his hands and face.

you have a vague memory of everything that happened. you remember just barely exorcising the last cursed spirit. you remember being sure you weren't going to survive and using your last bit of strength to call him. "you found me."

he nods, his hand squeezing yours. "i thought i was too late.. i.. i thought i'd lost you."

his voice cracks and it nearly shatters your heart, tears welling up in your eyes. "i'm so sorry, 'toru. i'm sorry i wasn't strong enough, t-that you had to come save me."

you attempt to sit up, but he puts a hand to your shoulder and shakes his head. "don't you dare apologize. i'll always come when you call and i'll always be there when you need me. you have to know that."

the intensity of his gaze forces you to look away and the conviction in his voice makes you feel woozy. thinking about it, there really never had been an instance in which gojo wasn't there for you. he's the person you've sought out time and time again and he's never once let you down.

his hand finds your face and he cups your cheek gently, his thumb wiping a tear from beneath your eye.

"i love you," you blurt out.

you stare at each other with wide eyes and the seconds tick by markedly until he finally whispers, "say it again."

"i love you."

he had no idea how much he needed to hear those three words fall from your lips until he nearly lost the chance forever. truthfully, it makes him feel a bit foolish, but now was hardly the time to dwell on that.

he smiles for the first time in hours, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. "i love you, too."

and he always has— he knows that now.

"you should get some rest, angel," he suggests tenderly. "i'll be right here when you wake up."

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

You said you'd stay with us (you swore you'd still be you)

absinthe makes the heart grow fonder - series masterlist here

pairing: poly marauders x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.5k

genre: rockstar au !! fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: drummer reader, some real 'where does the performance end and you begin' vibes, reader smokes, it's inferred that they're also drinking, y'all will have to pry bestie peter from my cold dead hands

a/n: oh uuuuuh more pining more yearning more I'm in love with you but I'm too afraid to make it real. like what if you were all in a band and you were all in love and you were all too scared of fucking it all up to say anything

"You're looking awful glum tonight," James points out as he leans against the railing of the balcony you're on. He doesn't reprimand you for sitting on the railing, but he does frown as he glances down to where the ground is, inching closer to you to place a firm hand on your thigh.

"I called the car around - I'm going back to the hotel. You can let the others know if they notice," you respond in a sigh, the smoke leaving your lungs on the exhale as you bring your cigarette to your lips for another drag.

"…Are you sober right now, love?" James asks, eyeing you carefully. You look at him bemusedly.

"You think I came to a party after our show and… didn't have a single drink?"

"Well…" he says carefully. You narrow your eyes and James grips your thigh a little tighter - a plead for you to hear him out. "You weren't exactly the life of the party tonight, lovely. You disappeared pretty quick. If you have been drinking, that means you've been doing it out here - alone, sitting very precariously on a very high balcony, with no one looking out for you." You've stopped looking at him, keeping your eyes trained on the expansive driveway out front of whoever's house this is. When you see your car pull up, you put out your cigarette easily on the railing before sliding off of it, letting James keep a hand firmly on you, sliding from your thigh up to your waist.

"I don't need a babysitter, James," you say bluntly, but you can't help but soften a bit at the wide, sad eyes he gives you, his bottom lip jutting out slightly. You wonder idly if he realizes he looks at you so often like he's a puppy you've just kicked. "I'll see you tomorrow for rehearsals," you offer gently before you slip away.

In the safety of the backseat of your car, tinted windows blocking out the gaze of the outside world, you let your head lean back against the seat, sighing and closing your eyes as you rub at your temples. The relief is short-lived, however, as the car door is pulled open and James slides into the seat next to you, grinning despite the glare you sent him.

"Didn't really think I'd let you go sit at the hotel sulking all night, did you?" He quips. You bristle.

"I don't sulk," you huff. His smile widens as the car pulls away.

"Sure you don't, sweetheart." He throws an arm around your shoulders and you let him, sighing as you lean against him, resting your head against his chest. "You wanna tell me what's going on?" He asks gently.

"Nothing," is your quick reply. He hums thoughtfully, running a hand through your hair gently.

"Wanna try again?" He's still gentle, a patience seeping from him into you that lulls you as you relax further against him.

"It's just a lot sometimes. I'm tired is all," you admit. James presses a kiss to the crown of your head and your heart does something funny in your chest.

"You're allowed to take a break every now and then, love," he offers. You tense.

"I don't need -"

"No, but you still can," he placates, smoothing his hand over the back of your head as he silently coaxes you into relaxing once more. "I know you don't need to. God knows you'll run on fumes forever and never say a thing about it. But you don't need to - not here, not with us."

James, in all his mother-hen nature, continues to reprimand you in that gentle, caring way of his all the way up to your hotel room, only stopping when you shut yourself in the bathroom and turn the tap on so that you can't hear him. By the time you come out in clothes that are decidedly much more comfortable than what you'd been wearing at the party, he's lounging in your bed and flipping idly through TV channels.

"Oh, sure, make yourself at home," you quip as you flop onto the bed next to him, leaning against the headboard. James grins in that beaming way that he's so fond of, turning the TV volume down to a low, background hum.

"Thanks, love." You scoff at his words.

"Are you planning on staying here all night?" You ask wearily. He pretends to think about it.

"What will you do if I leave?" You shrug, sliding further down in bed and crossing your arms. James opens his mouth to speak and you know he's going to say something about you sulking, so you make a point to wack him with a pillow before he can. He laughs good-naturedly about it, though, so you're not so sure what you've accomplished.

Fortunately, or rather unfortunately, you don't have time to ponder it further before your hotel room door is swinging open and Sirius is flouncing into the room, Remus trailing in after him. You sigh and look at Remus imploringly, but he only shrugs, leaning towards you to squeeze your shoulder in what you're sure is supposed to be comforting before he settles in the armchair next to the bed. Sirius, on the other hand, takes to flopping directly across the bottom of the bed, landing on James's legs and causing some sort of friendly tussle between the two of them.

"This is actually my hotel room, you know," you point out dryly. "How did you even get in here?"

"You gave Peter your spare key," Remus points out.

"Peter doesn't come in unannounced," you shoot back. Sirius and James stop whatever roughhousing they're caught up in so that Sirius can lean over and press a sweaty kiss to your cheek. You click your tongue in annoyance and hope it hides the way your heart flips.

"Cheer up, doll," Sirius says, unperturbed by your scowl. "What were you playing at, anyway? Leaving without telling any of us and thinking we wouldn't notice? Like we wouldn't miss our favourite drummer." You shoot James a look that says you shouldn't have told them and he smiles disarmingly.

"Just because I'm staying in tonight doesn't mean you all have to - and I'm your only drummer, Sirius, in case you've forgotten," you say icily. Sirius smiles, but it's more honest than you're used to, and he reaches across James to smooth a thumb over your cheek quickly before pulling back.

"Could never forget you, love. Not even if I tried." You stare at him, his tone heavier than normal, as Remus shifts and clears his throat.

"Anyway, dove… we just want to make sure you're alright, yea?" He says, and you exhale a breath you didn't know you were holding as the tension dissipates. 

"Everything's fine," you say stubbornly. "I just didn't really feel like being there tonight."

"Well, we can see that," James chimes in. "But you always go to these things. You -"

"I know, I know, ok? I won't - it won't happen like that again, all right?" You huff. "I won't leave like that."

"No, see, I'm not sure you're understanding what Jamie's saying, love," Sirius says, the softness in his voice making your heart drop. It takes a lot for Sirius to be gentle, and he only does it when he thinks he really needs it. "What we're saying is that you don't have to. Pete never goes to the parties - we haven't kicked him out of the band yet, have we?"

"But that's different," you sigh, sitting up straighter. "Pete and I… are different kinds of performers. You know that." Remus leans forward in his chair to put a hand on your knee and you will yourself not to flinch at the contact, not to shy away from the kindness in his eyes that you know he reserves for the people he really loves.

"You don't have to perform here, love," Remus says gently. "You don't have to do that. Not here, not when it's just us." Your bottom lip trembles and you bunch the covers of the bed in your hands.

"Sometimes I think, for you lot, this life is fun… and for me, it's still work. I just can't make myself see it the way you guys do."

"But that's what we're here for," James offers, his voice kind. "Let us help you out. We decided to do this together for a reason, right? You decided to stick with us for a reason."

"I… I did, yea," you say.

"Yea," Sirius repeats. "So let us be here, alright?" Remus rubs his thumb across your knee as the other two look at you expectantly. You smile, a terse, small sort of thing - but it works nonetheless.

"Alright," you sigh. "Together, then."

[morsels-and-monstrosities]

"You poor thing..you're freezing." The predator slowly bent down, the leaves in the trees rustling as they shifted. They were the biggest giant you'd ever seen..their features shadowed by their hood. The moonlight behind them illuminated their outline and you could see a faint glow of purple from somewhere in the void that was their face. A ginormous clawed hand suddenly pressed against your back, jolting you from your terrified daze.

"Humans like you shouldn't be out here this late..you're far too fragile. If any other giant had found you, you'd be dead by now. Luckily I found you." There was an air of smugness in their tone as they wrapped their fingers around your torso, lifting you to their face. You could see them a bit better now that you were closer. They were pale, face covered in scars, and eyes glowing a gentle purple color. "Don't worry, I'll help you out of the woods." Their voice was quiet, but still confident. You could see a glimpse of sharp white teeth from behind their lips as they spoke, teeth easily big enough to cut you in half with one swift bite.

They gently tucked you against their chest, a claw rubbing against your back in an almost comforting way as they began to walk. "Humans like you aren't built to survive the snow like this..how did you get lost out here?" They looked down at you. Your mouth felt dry, you wanted to speak but no words could come out. You heard a quiet unintelligible grumble from the giant. "Can you speak? I need you to tell me where you live.." They shifted you so that you were pressed a bit lower towards their stomach. A loud growl thundered from the predator's core, making you sweat.

"Ah..sorry, small one. I didn't eat today." They said quietly, stopping their walk to look down at you. "I really do need to know how to get you back, I doubt you'd want to spend the night in my cave." They reasoned. You opened your mouth but you found yourself still unable. This was the scariest situation you'd ever been in, your brain completely blank as you tried to scramble for something to say. They didn't seem annoyed..but they didn't seem too pleased with your silence either. You'd hardly noticed that your trembling was worsening, but they sure did.

"Are you really still that cold? Poor thing..it's been so long since I've handled humans, I forgot how weak your bodies are to nature. I can't have you freezing! That wouldn't be very fun, now would it?" They shook their head and lifted you once again up to their face. "I have a way to keep you warm until you can tell me where you live, but I doubt you'd like it much." They gently brushed the hair from your face with a claw. You felt a pit form deep in your stomach..what did they mean? You figured that whatever it was couldn't be worse than being out like this.

"I'll be gentle, I promise. Just try not to struggle too much.." You felt a claw gently prod at your shoes. You looked down just in time to see them fall off and onto the forest floor below. The giant didn't seem to care, and you'd been so distracted staring at the ground you didn't realize you were now directly in front of their mouth. The moment you looked back up, you were greated with a flourish of warm air, their mouth opening up wide. It was dark..you could only see their first few teeth and a faint purple glow from down their throat. Your shaking worsened but they didn't hesitate, setting your shivering form down onto their tongue. You immediately tried to turn and jump from their mouth bit their teeth snapped shut with a near-deafening click.

You were pressed against the roof of their mouth without a moments hesitation, their tongue soaking you in saliva. Their mouth was overwhelmingly warm, a complete contrast to the world outside. They kept you pinned, gently licking you a few times, before allowing you to gather yourself, laying flat against their tongue. You felt something metallic against your leg, turning to try and see what it was. Your eyes had somewhat adjusted, and with the help of the glowing from their throat, you saw that it was a tongue piercing. You hadn't seen that before in your sheer panic.

The world around you began to shift and pull you backwards, causing you to panic. They were tilting their head back, you could only assume they were going to swallow you. You quickly twisted your body as fast as you could, tiny hands reaching to grab onto the ball of the piercing. You missed by just a hair, slipping backwards and closer to their throat. In just one gulp, you were completely swallowed, sliding down their throat on your way to what you assumed to be your final destination. Their throat squeezed around you- you could hear a powerful thud from deep inside of them. You assumed it was their heart beating, drowning out the sound of your own thumping in your ears.

You slid into their stomach, rather shocked to find the source of the glowing had been from here. It was the same color as their eyes, but a bit more dim. There was no liquid filling the space around you, and you breathed a sigh of relief knowing you weren't about to be digested. They began to walk once again, their stomach gently swaying with their pace. "Sorry about not warning you beforehand, your kind are so skittish, I knew you wouldn't have agreed if I gave you a heads up." Their voice was a bit muffled, but you could still hear them clearly enough.

You began to move, shifting so that you were leaning up against the stomach lining. Well..it was definitely a change compared to the cold outside. It was almost comforting, knowing that you were this safe, even if that safety was coming from a total stranger. "You tasted pleasant enough..the fear made you a bit bitter, but I'm not complaining." They told you, making you almost roll your eyes. They'd just scared the life out of you and they were complimenting you on your taste now? They were right though- they definitely weren't the worst giant that could've found you.

The more you sat there the more tired you found yourself. The gentle swaying combined with the warmth and the way you practically sunk into their stomach was too good to resist. You allowed yourself to close your eyes..you weren't going to sleep, no, you just needed to allow yourself to rest. That was the last thought you had before drifting off into the deepest sleep you'd had in awhile, surrounded by the warmth of the stranger.

[darkbluekies]

Can I request a one shot with a reader that managed to pick the lock and escape the hospital? (Dr.Kry)

Escaping a madman

Doctor!yandere OC x reader

Summary: you pick the lock and escape doctor Kry. You don't know that he knows exactly where you live and decides to go get you back.

Warnings: yandere, drugs, obsession, mentions of killing, threats, non consensual kiss, kidnapping

Word count 1.9k

"All tucked in nicely?" he smiles, feeling the duvets with his hands.

You nod.

"Okay, good", the doctor continues. "Alright then, sleep well, Y/N, I will be back in an hour or so to check up on you. If there’s anything you need, just press the button on your bed and I'll be here in a heartbeat."

Doctor Kry thinks it's just one of your normal afternoon naps. If only he knew what you have planned. The very second the door closes behind him, you can hear the lock turning. You sprint up from your bed and over to the desk. You open drawer after drawer with your weak hands, already feeling how your head is spinning with all this movement and fear. Dr Kry could come back any minute if he suspects something and then he'll catch you red handed. Maybe that's why he started locking your door?

You can't take more of him. He's like a parasite that feeds off of you and he doesn't seem like he can get enough. You need to get away before he sews himself together with you.

Gosh, how you miss your family. Dr Kry barely tells you what day it is, so you don't know how long you've been separated. All you know is that it's too long.

You rummage through the small drawers until you find a paperclip. If you bend it enough, maybe you can use it as a lockpick?

You don't wait to find out. Quickly, you run to the door and insert the little metal stick into the keyhole. You poke around, trying to find the right trigger. Something has to be pressed to unlock the door.

You sit there for a good ten minutes before the lock gives in and clicks open. With a small, relieved smile, you open the door. You sneak out into the corridor, carefully looking around. You've barely left your room since you've come here. The only times you've been let out has been by Dr Kry’s side (and the few times you managed to run down to the cafeteria). The cafeteria is close to the entrance, right where you have to be. You know the way down to the cafeteria wonderfully.

You decide to take the elevator. Less people will see you that way. You only need once glance in the elevator mirror to grow cold. If you've ever seen a walking zombie, that'd be it. This hospital has turned you into a living dead.

As soon as the box you're in stops moving and the doors open, you brace yourself. Be quick, unnoticeable and brave. Don't stop if anyone asks you something … and if Doctor Kry sees you … run for dear life. He has to be the reason why you're looking and feeling like you do. Thankfully, no one seems tk bat an eye. Everyone is so busy with their own things that no one seems to see the person walking out the entrance in a hospital gown. Your heart is beating in your throat. Bare feet touch the asphalt and you gulp. You're free! You're outside! The fresh breeze caresses your body, welcoming you out, congratulating you for finally escaping.

Tears run down your cheeks as you run over to the payphone in the middle of the parking lot. You have to call your parents and have them pick you up before Dr Kry realizes that you're gone. Only problem? You don't have any coins. Desperately, you look around and find that someone must have dropped there on the ground. You pick up the two shiny coins and push them into the slot. Fingers shaking as you press the number buttons. A few signals pass by before it breaks off.

"Hello?" a familiar voice says.

"Mom!" you breathe out, near tears again.

"Y/N?! H-How are you feeling, you haven't let us see you-"

"No, it wasn't me, I promise. I-Ill tell you everything, just please come pick me up! Hurry!"

"I'll be there soon."

And so she hung up. You sink down on the asphalt and start to bawl. Feeling overwhelmed would be an understatement. Hearing your mothers voice again, being outside, about to be picked up, being noticed by doctor Kry … it'll end your poor heart.

Fifteen minutes feel like two years. Your mom's car finally slides into the parking lot with a screech and is close to hitting another car. It stops right in front of you. Your mother jumps out without bothering to close the door behind her. She throws herself over you and you cling onto the woman as if this is the last time you'll ever see her. The familiar smell is hypnotizing, it makes you think of a better time, a time that feels so long ago. It's summer now and when you went into the hospital the snow was falling heavily from the gray sky. Either it's been a year and a half or six months. It feels more like the first alternative, but your mom hasn't changed at all, so you believe it's only been a couple of months.

She brings you into the car while asking a million different questions. You answer them all, but your body starts to lose the adrenaline. You slump back into the seat. Normally, you would be sleeping at this time and your body has adapted to your different nap times.

As soon as you come back to your childhood home, an immense feeling of exhaustion washes over you. You're home, you're finally safe.

You want to tell your family everything that has happened, but you think that you're going to faint if you don't get to sleep in your own bed again. They help you up to the second floor and place you gently into the bed. Everything around you is as you remember it. It smells like it usually smells, it looks like it usually looks and it feels like it usually does. You're home.

A weird noise wakes you up. Something sounding like a door creaking open. You open your eyes, but to your surprise, you can't see anything! You must have slept longer than planned. The moon is up outside your window.

You look around, noticing a figure in the darkness. As you're about to gasp, a hand slaps over your mouth. Only by the scent, you're able to identify the person.

"Shh, my little one", Dr Kry whispers and holds his other finger over his lips. "If you make any noise I'll kill them."

You don't have to ask who he means. Terrified, you shake your head as quickly as you can. He sighs, looking down into your pleading eyes.

"Why did you have to run away, hm?" he says sadly. "It was supposed to be the two of us. Don't you understand how scared I got when I walked into your room and saw that you weren't there? I looked at the security footage and you and so sheepishly walked out! I knew that you'd go here. You missed your family so much, didn't you, little one?"

Tears start to run down your cheeks, flooding down on his hand.

"Don't cry", Dr Kry whispers and bends down to lean his forehead on yours. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'll remove my hand, okay? Remember that if you make any noise, I'll kill your parents. You don't want that, do you?"

You shake your head just as quickly again.

"Good", he whispers and removes his hand.

Your bottom lip trembles tremendously and you're about to let out a sob, but you bite your lip to prevent it.

"You're so pretty", Dr Kry whispers.

You shake your head. You saw your reflection in the mirror. Whatever he's done to you, it's anything but pretty.

"Yes, you are", he whispers and cups your cheeks softly.

His cold hands make you shiver. You pray that this is a nightmare. A side effect from the lack of drugs he's given you. But his touch, his breath, it's all too real.

Suddenly, his lips meet yours in a gentle kiss. You gasp and stare at him, too shocked to push him off.

Dr Kry pulls back and picks up something from his pocket. You notice how he's not wearing his doctor clothes. He's wearing a sand colored jean jacket and a pair of jeans. You can't tell what he picks up from his pocket, but it looks like a cloth.

"Take a big breath", he urges and presses it to your face, covering both mouth and nose. "Come on, sweetheart. Can’t you do that for me?"

You start to turn your head back and forth, but you can't escape his claws. The cloth follows your every move. You hold your breath and glare at him. He seems to be as calm as ever. He knows that you’ll have to breathe sooner or later. You can’t win. When you can't hold your breath anymore you're forced to breathe it in whether you like it or not. A dizzy sensation enters your brain, numbing it.

"There we go", he cooes. "What a good little thing you are, darling. Big breaths, good job. Don't be scared, when you wake up, you'll be where you belong again and we can pretend that this never happened."

The last thing you see is Doctor Kry’s blue eyes staring right into yours.

When you wake up, the sun is shining in your eyes. The groggy feeling in your head is making everything harder. You can’t seem to move or think. With half open eyes, you look around, finding that you’re back in the hospital. You lift your hands to rub your eyes, but your right hand stops. You look down. He’s handcuffed it to the side of the bed! In panic, you start to move your hand, hoping to get out of it.

The bathroom door opens and Dr Kry comes out, fixing his white lab coat. You freeze and stare at him with wide eyes. He smiles slightly.

“Oh, darling, don’t look so scared”, he says and nods at your cuffed wrist. “I had to do that to make sure you don’t go rummaging through my drawers again. If you can pick the door lock with a paperclip, I don’t want to know what more you can do.”

“L-Let me go!” you shout.

“No, I won’t.” He sits down on the side of the bed, right by your knees. “You need me as much as I need you … it’s just a matter of time before you realize that. You’re sick, Y/N, you can’t be out in the large world. Don’t you see that I’m protecting you? You need me to protect you. You can’t survive without me.”

“I hate you. You’re such a piece of shit!”

“You’re just frightened. I know you don’t hate me. You like me when I’m nice and I’ll be just as nice as you want me to be, but then you need to be a good little patient and not run around when you’re not supposed to. Promise me that you’ll never try to run away again. I didn’t touch your parents this time, but if you ever try again, I’ll burn down their house. Remember, Y/N, I’m good at making murders look like accidents.”

“No …”

“Yes. Promise me now. Promise that you’ll stay here for the rest of your little life and that you’ll never try to leave me again. Promise me.”

“I can’t …”

“I know where you live, I know where all of your friends live-”

“I promise! I promise to n-never leave you again. Please, just let everyone be. I’ll do whatever you want if you just let everyone else be!”

Dr Kry smiles cockily and kisses your forehead. You shiver and close your eyes. Can you ever escape this madman?

[lastofthemadones]

Long Live Evil has me by the throat and I made a Key playlist

(I don't have a spotify account so it's on Youtube Music don't hate me) find it here

Take Me to Church - Hozier

Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

2. I Love You Like an Alcoholic - The Taxpayers

One last kiss, I love you like an alcoholic, One last kiss, I love you like a statuette, One last kiss, I need you like I need a broken leg

3. Oceanographer's Choice - The Mountain Goats

Look at that, Would you look at that, We're throwing off sparks, What will I do when I don't have you, To hold onto in the dark?

4. Howl - Florence + The Machine

The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound, I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground, And howl, Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers, Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters

5. From Eden - Hozier

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword, Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

6. Bad Things - Jace Everett

I don't know what you've done to me, But I know this much is true, I wanna do bad things with you

7. It Will Come Back - Hozier

Don't let me in with no intention to keep me, Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me, Honey, don't feed me, I will come back, It can't be unlearned, I've known the warmth of your doorways, Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you

8. Pumped Up Kicks - Foster The People

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, You better run, better run outrun my gun

9. Hurt - Johnny Cash

Everyone I know goes away, In the end, And you could have it all, My empire of dirt, I will let you down, I will make you hurt

10. We Will Commit Wolf Murder - of Montreal

Something's terrorized my psyche to get even, Lately, you're the only human I believe in

11. Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows) - Fall Out Boy

I used to obsess over living, Now I only obsess over you

12. Fever - Magpie Cinema Club

Romeo loved Juliet, Juliet she felt the same, but when she put her arms around him, He said, "Julie baby you're to blame, Thou giveth fever"

13. Seven Devils - Florence + The Machine

See, I was dead when I woke up this morning, I'll be dead before the day is done, Before the day is done, And now all your love will be exorcised, And we will find you saying it's to be better now

14. Dust Bowl Dance - Mumford & Sons

There will come a time I will look in your eye, You will pray to the God that you always denied, Then I'll go out back, and I'll get my gun, I'll say, "You haven't met me, I am the only son"

15. Monster - Ron Pope

Make me a monster, Make me a beast, Prey on my weakness, Become my disease, I've been lovesick and empty, Cold and I'm trembling

16. Dirty Little Animals - Bones UK

It makes your blood run hot, It makes your spit taste sweet, It makes you feel more alive, Than you have ever been

[runningfrom2am]

cold nights // part ten

summary: may the odds be ever in your favour.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.3k

masterlists / nav / requests

tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, r is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: playlist coming v soon!!

series masterlist // playlist

Coriolanus lets out a scream of anger as he pulls the weight of the cement block down on the boy again, dishing out every last bit of rage he had over the inconvenience he had caused. He had to. He was sure the tribute was already dead, but one more hit couldn't hurt- not when he needed to make sure he was really done; not when it felt so powerful the first time.

He's breathing heavily, staring down at the body in front of him with his curls falling in his face, preventing him from seeing reality. Shielding him from seeing you.

You open your mouth to speak, but you can't. To ask if he's okay, but clearly he is- that final blow was too late to be a hit out of desperation, panic, or pain. It was pure, unnecessary retaliation. It went against everything you stood for. Everything you said.

Coriolanus was Coriolanus indeed; you could see it in the darkness that suddenly appeared behind his eyes. It was like he had done it for fun.

He looks up only when you take a step back, shoe crunching over the rubble underneath your sole and alerting him to your presence.

"Y/N-"

You look between the boy you thought you knew and the battered body on the ground. You take another hasty step back.

The power he thought he felt was replaced instantly by guilt when he saw the look on your face. He wasn't sure your kind features were even capable of showing an emotion so abrasive as disgust- but that was all he could think of to describe what he had to guess was going on behind your eyes. Betrayal, maybe. Horror, even, at something he had done. He moves to take a step toward you, dropping the metal rod in his hand so maybe you'd give him the chance to explain but you were taking off like a bird in the street threatened by a moving car the second he moved a muscle. He freezes, hand extended toward you despite you being too far to reach.

You were scared. Of him.

He very quickly had more pressing matters than your understanding or coping with the idea that you had run from him since he was now hearing the war cry of Coral and her pack as they ran from the tunnels toward the exit he was standing under.

He was grateful you had fled before that, hoping they didn't see you before you hid away again. He hops back over the gate, grabbing Sejanus and forcing him through the front entrance just in time.

"For Coriolanus, when I am gone."

He reads over the words on the outside of the intricately folded note over and over again, sitting at his desk and trying to ignore the stitches pulling at his back. Sejanus had given the note to him when he was discharged from the hospital. A note from you. It was a goodbye, he knew it. Something about your delicate handwriting on the outside felt so sacred to him.

"My Dearest Corio,

For once, I cannot express with words what I need to say to you. Regrettably, Sejanus is waiting so I must find something to say soon. I'll begin with thank you. You told me not to thank you until you had done something for me, but what you didn't understand was that you already had. Having a friend at the end has meant the world to me. I wish I could tell my family about you. When I can't sleep at night, I think of how much they would love you, and how we could sit together in the field at night and look at the stars. I hope one day you get to see them.

I apologize that I have to ask one more thing of you. I admit, I do not know how your mentorship works, but I hope with all my heart that I have done enough for you to win your prize. I regret that I will never know. I'm sorry that you ended up with me, you deserved better. I feel like you weren't given a choice, though I know you would never admit that. I digress. All I ask is that you do not forget me. You don't have to feel guilt, or think of me all the time, I just hope you read Romeo and Juliet one day and guess which parts were my favourite. Or that if you're out on cold nights when the breeze chills your skin, you'll think of us. I also hope that is not too much to ask of you. I suppose, again, I will never know.

If I can take your position for a moment and mentor you; I have some advice I would like to offer. Be whatever you want to be, do what you want to do. Don't let anything or anyone stop you from being good. Your kindness, Corio, was not lost on me while I had the pleasure of knowing you. I've seen who you are, and I will never forget.

I must tell you posthumously that you are the closest thing to my own Romeo Montague I have been lucky enough to have in my life, but our story is different. You get to grow up, change, have a life, and fall in love. Please do. See the beauty in everything and do not let the cruelties of the world change the goodness in your soul.

"Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!"

With love and not nearly enough time,

Y/N

He couldn't resist unfolding the page in his hands and reading it. Every inch of the page was covered in your scrawled print, urgent from not wanting to keep Sejanus waiting for too long. You were still very much alive, but he was probably dead to you and he saw that in your eyes as you looked at him with nothing short of fear. He was supposed to be your Romeo, or at least you thought so when you wrote it. And he wanted that for you. He regrets so deeply that he took that perspective from you. It was a mistake- but maybe, if you won, you would see that for what it was and forgive him.

He wanted to crush up the note and throw it against the wall, tear it to shreds and light it on fire and burn away the fact he had ever met you, but he knew he didn't want to. It was all he would have left of you. He couldn't lose it, even if he hated himself for ruining what you could have had.

Instead, he folded it back up and put it on the shelf where his mother's compact once was before crawling into bed and crying until he finally passed out.

"You can explain it to her, Coryo. I know she will be reasonable." Tigris smiles sadly at him, helping him once again with his blazer following yet another back injury.

He hadn't said anything to trigger her sympathies this morning besides having puffy eyes in her presence. Though, the wall that separates their bedrooms is thin- it was likely that despite the muffling of his sheets, she had heard his cries. He had told her everything, he always did.

"Would you like me to come with you today? I can miss just one day of work, no harm will be done." His cousin offers. He wants to decline, her income is all they had, but if Coryo was being honest with himself, he needed someone in his corner.

"Okay." He agrees quietly and she smiles, patting the front of his uniform.

"I'll grab my things, can you wait a few moments?" She asks, already heading for her room.

"Of course." He nods. In another moment of self-honesty, he realizes he doesn't even want to go. But he had to be there. For you. If you had even survived the night.

When you decided there was enough daylight, you crawled back deeper into the vents. Seemingly you were safe there, if you had to guess it was almost noon and no one had bothered you. You were on your way to check on Jessup- that was a better use of your time than dwelling on what you witnessed last night and slipping deeper and deeper into a downward spiral.

You approach the grate in the vent you entered through, peeking in to see if he was still there. "Jessup?" You whisper, unable to see him. Worried when you get no response, you slide the cover off and hang your head out of it to look around. He was curled up against the wall across the room, and he looked distressed. Shaking, crying, skin ashen.

"Jessup?" You call toward him again, beginning to climb down to go check on him.

He's not responsive to you, not as you take a few hesitant steps closer. "Are you okay?"

His head snaps up to look at you. "Y/N?"

You smile a little, surprised he even remembered your name in his state. "Hi." You crouch down in front of him. "What do you need? Are you holding up okay?"

Again, no response.

"I'll get you some supplies." You whisper to him, knowing that if the microphones pick it up, Coryo would likely send you nothing when you emerge into the open area. He was very clear that you shouldn't share, but Jessup clearly needed help. He'd been down here for over a day without food or water, but now, you didn't know that you had anyone to help. You had Coryo and Sejanus, but now Sejanus hated you and Coryo was never who you thought he was. It had haunted you all night.

"I'll be back soon, okay?" You smile at Jessup reassuringly, standing and untying the scarf so you can get back up into the vents.

Coryo hadn't heard what you said to the boy, but when you reemerged from the vents after checking it was mostly clear, he knew what you were there for. It was decently safe, spare for Reaper who had collected and covered several bodies with a torn flag while you were gone. Making eye contact with him startles you, but you don't move. Neither does he. You give him a nod of understanding as he kneels next to the aboveground grave, which he returns. Lamina wasn't on her beam anymore, and that makes your heart clench. It took you a long time to get from one place to the next using the vents- anything could have happened in the time you weren't watching.

Now that you've established that you're safe, you look to the nearest camera with hopeful and tired eyes. Coryo knows you want to bring whatever he would send back down to Jessup.

He chews his lip, looking between you and the small screen in front of him. He shouldn't enable you to help another tribute, but it did look fruitless. Jessup was not well, not at all, and it would be a waste to even bother feeding him. At the same time, after what he had done last night, after what you witnessed, he would have to buy back your trust. Allowing you to help your friend is his only way to do that, at the moment. So he selects the water and sends it, followed by some bread.

You receive it, giving a weak, almost hesitant smile to the camera with the food and water tucked against your chest. "Thank you." He can only read your lips before you disappear again.

Climbing back out of the vent, this time with a water bottle and some bread in hand as you drop to the ground, you startle your friend. "Hey, Jessup." You say, raising your free hand to calm him. "I brought you something to eat."

You approach him carefully as he stares at you. You hold the items out to him, but he doesn't take them. "Do you want some help?" You offer, kneeling down in front of him. "Here," You tear off some of the bread and try to hand it to him. After not eating enough for so long, smaller pieces would probably be easier. "It may be a little dusty from the vent, but it's still good. You need to eat."

Then, without warning, he slaps the items out of your hand and shoves you back. "What did you do to it?!" He shouts as you fall back on your butt, quickly shuffling yourself back away from him.

"Nothing! Nothing, Jessup, shh, we gotta be quiet down here..." You try and calm him, still backing away.

"You're trying to kill me!" He yells, ignoring your pleas for him to be quiet, reaching for the now empty and broken water bottle that spilled out over the floor.

"I would never, I just want to help!" You try and assure him, standing up and backing away. Clearly, he doesn't want to talk as he's jumping at you, now with a weapon in hand.

You have to run. There's no time to get back into the vent, making a run for the door and throwing yourself through the hole at the bottom.

"Why would you do this?!" He shouts after you as you run down the halls of the tunnel, still trying to stay as quiet as possible through your heavy breathing. "What have you done?!"

"Lyssie- what is he doing?" Coryo asks his classmate next to him, thankful now that you are apparently such a fast runner.

"I- I don't know. He wouldn't betray her like this." She replies with a slight shake of her head, eyes glued to the screen.

"She's fast enough, but she can't get back in the vents while she's being chased." Coryo says, as if either of them could do anything, but he was as helpless as you were.

You slide to a halt in the long, rounded hallway when you see Coral round the corner in front of you. Jessup was sick, he wasn't fast, but you couldn't turn back. You were cornered, and there was nowhere to go but up. You look up, scanning the overhead vent system for a grate but see none. Turning quickly, you look along the ceiling toward Jessup as he makes his way toward you with the broken water bottle. You'd rather try your odds with him than Coral and the others.

Your eyes land on a grate just ahead of you as you hear footsteps and shouting closing in on you from both directions. With shaking hands you scramble to untie the scarf as you run back toward Jessup, throwing it back over the pipe and using all your strength to pull yourself up into the ceiling, hitting in the grate and pulling yourself inside. "Jessup, Jessup! Run! Hurry!" You try and urge him, but it's like he doesn't hear you, jumping to jab at you with the bottle. He misses, luckily, but Coral never does.

Coryo watches with bated breath while you struggle to pull yourself up, abandoning your friend to his fate. He cringes as he watches Jessup fall, the inflicted wounds being just hidden by Tanner's form and the buzzer goes off.

"Oh, and that's the end for Jessup as his district partner climbs into the ceiling!" Lucky's voice sounds distant to him. "Lysistrata, get out of here and Coriolanus, you may want to start packing your things as well."

He wouldn't budge. He's not packing a single thing until you're done taking your final breaths. Lyssie sighs and shakes her head, tears in her eyes as she pats Coryo's shoulder. "If this is it for her, I'm so sorry..." She apologizes before taking her leave.

Your heart is beating out of your chest as you pull yourself almost fully into the vent. You don't make it smoothly, though, crying out in pain as you feel the prongs of Coral's trident plunging into your calf. Your blood drips down your leg and on top of the other tributes as you finally make your way all the way in. You don't have time to feel any pain as you quickly crawl away. They know where you are, she could stab up into the vent just below you and catch you again- you had to find a way up farther.

"Y/N! We know where you've been hiding now, you're not safe in there!" Coral calls after you, and you have to ignore it as you slide through the metal tube, feeling it get slick from the blood pooling underneath you with every movement.

You don't hear them following you, though, so when you finally make it to where you can climb up to the next level, you feel a lot safer. Your chest is heaving as you sit up on the edge of the drop-down to the tunnels, just given enough room in the T intersection of the vents to take a breath and look at your leg.

You hiss as you lift your leg, assessing the puncture wounds. They wouldn't be fatal if you stopped the bleeding. You exhale shakily, pressing down on the flesh with your palms, pain shooting up your leg and into your back. You don't have anything to use to help besides the scarf, but it was Coryo's. You don't want to ruin it.

You didn't have a choice. You grab the material that you had dragged along with you, wrapping it tightly around the skin. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry,.." You cry, knowing he can't see or hear you.

Coryo is already panicking. Just like Highbottom had said, you could be dead in there and he wouldn't know. The panic only escalates when the cameras follow Coral, Treech, Tanner, and Mizzen as they go back up to the main floor, and Treech and Tanner go for the two main vent entrances, all of them too focused on you to even notice or care that Reaper was sat in the same clearing.

You don't hear it for a few minutes. The bleeding in your leg had mostly stopped, soaking the silk material by the time you heard the familiar clang of shifting metal. Someone else was in the vents.

You look behind you, trying to discern which direction they were coming from, but it was nearly impossible to tell with the echo. You had to move, but you could be crawling right into your fate. Maybe you should just stay and wait and let it happen.

As the noises got closer from both sides, accompanied by coughing from the dust, you knew you couldn't just wait. You'd made it this far, and as far as you knew, no one else knew the vents nearly as well. That was an advantage you had sought from the very beginning, and now was the time to use it.

You gently lower yourself down to slide back the way you came, hitting the bottom level with a bang before ducking out of sight and around a corner. It couldn't have been Coral up there, she would be taunting you by now, but she wasn't. It was quiet until you heard whispers up from where you just were.

"There's blood on this side. She must have gone back down." You recognize Treech's voice when you hear it, and you hold your breath as you fiddle with the compact in your pocket. Stroking your thumb over the carved metal over and over again, trying to stay quiet. "Look, there's a trail going that way."

"Down we go, then." Tanner replies, making your heart stop. You couldn't fight them off, you knew that, and there was a trail of your own blood that would lead them straight to you. You couldn't hide.

You slowly pull the compact from your pocket, turning it over in your palm. You swore you wouldn't participate in the games. You wouldn't harm anyone. But maybe, if you 'accidentally' spilled its contents in the vent before you had to move on, they would stop following you.

Before you can think too much about it, you're holding your breath and opening the small clasp. It just looked like salt. Yeah. It's salt. You already believe it as you gently tip the container, making a thin line of the substance across the bottom of the vent. Salt is for protection. The salt will keep me safe.

You pocket the compact again and quietly crawl away.

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[evansisasadist]

Lily races up the stairs, holding Harry close to her chest. She just makes it to his room and manages to locks the door when she hears a cry of "AVADA KEDEVRA" and then a thud.

She screams because James is dead. And she'll be dead soon too. And Harry will be as well. She presses him close to her chest as the tears drip down her face.

"Mama?" Harry asks, his chubby little hand reaching up to touch her face.

"It's fine baby." she tells him, her voice shaking as she hold onto his hand. "Mummy loves you. Daddy loves you. Uncle Pads love you. Uncle Moony loves you. Uncle Wormy loves you. Auntie Mary loves you. " she says. "Harry, I love you baby. I'll always love you."

Lily strokes his head and breathes in his soft, sweet baby scent. "I love you baby boy." she repeats. She needs him to hear it, to remember it. He reaches out his hand again and his sleeve rides up a bit. He's been going through a growth spurt recently, his blue pyjamas are just a little too small. Yet he's still so small.

She remembers when he was born. 15 months ago exactly. How little he was then, his hands so tiny. How James and her had cried as Harry rested on her chest. Then he had kissed her head and whispered "He's beautiful, Lily." to her and then looked towards their son and said "Hello sweetheart, I love you." It seems silly that she was ever scared of his. Yes they were young but Harry is the best thing that's ever happened to her. In all her 21 years, Lily has never felt so full of love for another person. Lily lets out another tear but she doesn't want to scare Harry. Not now. So she holds him close in her arms and sings him a lullaby, humming gently when she’s too scared to make a sound.

"Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are-" The door bangs open and there he is. Wand in hand and murder in his eyes. He lets out a high pitched cackle and Lily drops Harry as gently as possible into his crib. And then she stands in front of her son, her arms outstretched. All in an attempt to save her little boy.

"Mummy?" his little voice asks again and Lily's heart breaks. This is the first time he's ever called her that and it'll be the last. She can't save him. Harry Potter will die before he ever truly gets to live. At least she'll be with him. Her and James will be with him. James. The love of her life. She'll see him soon.

But she has one last attempt to make the man see sense and so she tries. Tries for her little boy. "Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"

"Stand aside you silly girl...stand aside now." he says, his voice cold and cruel. He moves closer and Lily pleads again. Not for her life, but for her son's.

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead-" she begs. Lily can feel death looming over her shoulder and she wants to scream and cry and run. Anything to stop it. But she can't run and she can't let her baby boy die.

"This is my last warning-" He doesn't want to kill her. She doesn't know why but it makes her more determined. Maybe his mercy will extend to her son.

"Not Harry! Please...have mercy...have mercy...Not Harry! Not Harry! Please-I'll do anything-"

"Stand aside. Stand aside girl!"

She doesn't move and the next thing Lily sees is a flash of green light and the last thing she thinks is "I love you Harry. I'll be waiting for you." Lily Potter falls to the ground and cloaked figure steps over her body, ready to kill her son.

When she awakes in the afterlife, she sobs for her boy who will grow up without her love.

[pjohoo-reclists]

Percy Jackson & Triton Fic Recs

A list of fic recommendations with Percy and Triton's relationship as brothers.

Wait, No, Stop! by PunkFlame

G | 1.0k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Triton

Seafam, Brotherly Bonding, Mer Percy Jackson

"I'll go and tell Father, or better yet, Mother, that you're abandoning your precious baby brother in his time of need." The Crown Prince froze and immediately whipped back around, and stared his brother dead in the eyes. "You wouldn't dare."

A Pain in My Ass by PunkFlame

Not Rated | 1.1k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Triton

Seafam, Brotherly Bonding, Fluff

Triton froze then jolted forward. He zoomed towards him, grabbed him by the shoulders, and spun him back around. "Don’t say that. Take it back."

Questions Unanswered by EclecticPhoenix

G | 1.2k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Triton

Brotherly Bonding, Triton is a Good Sibling, Fluff and Angst

Triton never gave much thought to his bastard half-brother. Not after their first meeting. It was supposed to be an easy job to lend a helping hand as a favor to one of his oldest friends. It also worked out perfectly because Triton needed a small break. He did not expect to meet the demigod that had the divine world wound up.

Zoo Day by PunkFlame

G | 1.5k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Triton

Brotherly Bonding, Insecurity, Hurt/Comfort

"I am unsure as to how much you know about me and my myths." "Only a bit," He admitted, "But I tend to build my knowledge off of first hand encounters, rather than some old texts." Triton nodded, "Did you know that I had a daughter?" Percy drew his eyebrows together, "Had?" "Her name was Pallas."

ευσεβή αδέρφια by GravityEffect17

G | 1.6k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Triton, Percy Jackson & Poseidon

Abused Percy Jackson, Good Parent Sally Jackson, Good Sibling Triton

Triton has a mortal sibling. His father broke his oath.. Triton should dislike his sibling. But...He can't. Watching the child crying themselves to sleep. Triton couldn't hate them.

the waters connect them, unseen by Nightingale231

T | 2.0k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Triton, Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Poseidon & Triton

Family Fluff, Good Sibling Triton, Atlantis

Delphin doesn't know how they're doing it, but somehow it works. He can see Prince Perseus' body change a little, pink and blue scales bubbling just under his skin as King-prince Triton forces him to own up to his heritage. They are so similar in their instinct even when they are different. It's strange, especially to an outsider who happens to know that they didn't grow up together, because looking at them now - clashing but together, a force to be reckoned with - he wouldn't have been able to tell. (Percy, Triton, and Poseidon experiencing each other, from the views of outsiders and, eventually, themselves.)

We are the warriors that learned to love the pain by Violettavonviolet

G | 2.9k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Triton, Percy Jackson & Annabeth Case, Percy Jackson & Poseidon

Hurt/Comfort, Hybrid Percy Jackson, Touch Starved

When people touched him, they usually flinched and took a few steps back. Some got really pale in the face and once, a teacher had fainted after grabbing his arm. He didn’t really get why, other people never seemed to have the problem, but that was just another way he was special. The only person that ever really touched him was his mom, but even she was hesitant and he knew she hurt just as much as everyone else. It was his fault. His freaky body. It felt unfair, kind of, that so many kids had these traits, but only Percy was debilitated by them. He wanted a hug. He wanted to high-five Grover and give Annabeth a fist-bump. Hell, he couldn’t even train normally, because his opponents couldn’t touch him. It made him hate himself. Hate his Dad. Hate the fates. -- Percy had returned from the stupid quest with Annabeth and had stupidly touched the statue, leaving him gasping on the ground, as a coldness like never before spread through his entire body. Distantly, he could hear Annabeth shout and try to touch him, but he hurriedly rolled away, she couldn’t touch him! or: Percy inherits some fun blowfish traits and when trouble comes, he has to turn to his family for help

behind this mask by Sappho_of_Space

T | 3.0k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Triton, Poseidon & Triton, Percy Jackson & Poseidon

Character Study, Triton is Protective, Undersea Family

Triton had never been a big fan of his younger brother. His mortal younger brother. But, Percy was of the sea, just as him. The same ichor flowed in their veins. When someone threatens Percy, Triton only did what came naturally.

terrorbane by Nightingale231 

T | 3.3k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Nico di Angelo, Percy Jackson & Triton, Percy Jackson & Poseidon

Powerful Percy Jackson, Brotherly Bonding, Good Sibling Triton

He laughs, wild and free with the power that come of the Storm and the Seas, and lets the earth beneath him give him strength as the Storm does around him. Zeus may be the god of thunder, of lightning, and the ruler of the Winds, but he was not the god of the storms. The Storm and the Seas envelop him as the earth feeds him its strength, and he keeps laughing. It tears itself out of his throat just as he tears a bloody trail through the horde of monsters and leaves nothing but the hint of gold dust suspended in the air. - Or, Percy comes into his full powers, Triton and Poseidon are good family members, and Percy is a fucking badass.

Triton's no good, very bad day by Ghxst_Bird 

T | 3.5k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Triton, Percy Jackson & Poseidon

Misunderstandings, Undersea Family, Deity Percy Jackson

While Poseidon and Triton contemplate why Percy does not want to accept godhood Percy has a surprise in store for them... if only Triton and him didn't decide to spar. aka. Waiting for others to deduce a surprise may lead to catastrophic events. such as the flooding of the entire Atlantic Coast. I don't make the rules.

Triton: Professional Date Crasher by anxious_tofu 

T | 5.2k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson & Triton, Percy Jackson & Kymopoleia

Fluff, Sibling Bonding, Established Relationship

Percy finally bonds with Triton only to run into one, tiny problem. He won't stop interrupting Percy's dates.

Get Well by PunkFlame

Not Rated | 6.8k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Triton, Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Amphitrite

Chicken Pox, Protective Triton, Family Feels

Normally Percy wasn’t huge on physical contact, which is what made the demigod utterly melting into him - and even nuzzling against his chest - all the more bewildering. Not that a single thing in the past few minutes made much of any sense. Firstly Percy never prayed to him, so hearing him do so filled the god with trepidation. Despite whatever situation he thought he would find the demigod in, not for a moment did the messenger even consider that his brother would be lying face first in a bathtub, one foot hooked over the edge of the tub, and the other wedged in the corner. What had happened to him now?

I'm Not Inclined to Resign to Maturity by Butterflies_Stormclouds

T | 14k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Triton, Percy Jackson & Kymopoleia

Family Issues, Prince Percy Jackson, Seafam

Triton found himself investigating the recent spate of thefts from the palace kitchens. With an eccentric father, pestering cousins, and a recently legitimized self-sacrificing demigod, what could possibly go wrong?

Love Blooms From Within by PunkFlame

T | 16k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Triton, Percy Jackson & Amphitrite

Hanahaki Disease, Undersea Family, Happy Ending

Percy grabbed a tissue from the nearby box to cough into, only to nearly faint when he caught sight of what was nestled in the bloody mess. “Are those… petals?” He pushed it to the back of his mind, and tried his very best to forget all about them. Even though the cough and the petals never truly went away. ____   All Percy ever wanted was his Father's love. Some brotherly love would certainly have been nice too, but how could they possibly ever love someone as fleeting as him? (Hanahaki with a familial twist.)

The Sea Does Not Like to Be Restrained by PunkFlame

T | 20k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Triton, Percy Jackson & Amphitrite

Protective Triton, Atlantis Centric, Family Bonding

As it turns out, when a demigod rejects their godly parent’s domain with such vehemence, the god and their child could become entirely severed from one another. There was little knowledge on the matter, the bottom line seemed to be that if the two did not mend the sever, Perseus would slowly fade away and die, step by step loosing more and more of himself as his soul desperately tried to mend the gaping hole in itself. Triton couldn't even imagine. The most terrifying concept to him was piece by piece loosing what made him who he was. To have parts of oneself ripped from one's very soul until they remain a husk of what they once were, there were scarcely worse things.

How to Avoid a Prophetic Death by PunkFlame

G | 24k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Triton, Percy Jackson & Amphitrite

Protective Triton, Baby Percy, Triton Raises Percy

"What in Hades have you just handed me?” The King looked at him as if he had lost his mind. “An infant?” “No Father. I'm well aware of that. But why the-” He took a moment to calm and collect himself, “Father? Why do you have a demigod?” “I don't.” Poseidon replied simply, holding his empty hands up, “You do. If I were to have a demigod, he would be doomed to a tragic Fate. If you, my son, were to have a demigod, he could live a long life tucked away where no one would dare come and take him from you.”

Fishing in Alaska by CaffeinatedFlumadiddle

G | 112k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Triton, Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson & Poseidon

Family Feels, PTSD, Triton is a Good Sibling

[Note: fic was deleted from ao3. Link is to a google drive copy. The hassle is worth it].

“This… this would qualify as a mental breakdown, right?” Triton asked, frowning over his shoulder to where Percy was still fuming in the corner. The lady at the counter curiously glanced over before lifting a questioning brow. “My brother – half-brother, technically, I have much better breeding – decided to run away from home to where our father can’t reach him and now he won’t leave. And now I can’t leave unless he leaves,” Triton continued. Percy opened his mouth to object that wasn’t what happened at all, but the tyrant only waved a hand to silence him. “He’s seen war or whatever, so if you could maybe just drug him then I’ll throw him into a suitcase and we can be out of here by the Summer Solstice!” Silence. Finally, the woman cleared her throat and turned to Percy. “I’m guessing he’s the one you want checked into the mental hospital?” She asked. Triton gasped as Percy punched the air in victory. “Aha!” Or: Getting in trouble works a little differently when your parent is an all-powerful god. Sometimes you have to escape to the land beyond gods and get your immortal brother turned human to drag you back so you can be exploded a million pieces. You know, normal teenage stuff.

Hold Tight and Pretend It's a Plan by Rynna_Aurelius

M | 112k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson & Sally Jackson, Percy Jackson & Triton

Time Travel Fix It, BAMF Percy Jackson, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Olympus has fallen. The second Gigantomachy has ended far differently than the first, and in Gaea's triumph, the world has been torn apart. But the Fates have seen what ends their failed meddling have brought, look on at the dead—and undo what should never have happened the only way they possibly can. Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon, is returned to his twelve-year-old self, memories intact and determined to save everyone he can. But he is not alone. The Moirai underestimated the strength of the Lord of Time when stealing his power, and there is something about this particular demigod brat that intrigues him. . . Perseus Jackson came roaring to life with a violent gasp, green eyes wild. After a moment of panicked flailing and struggling to breathe, his fear-filled gaze settled upon a girl with blonde hair and stormy grey eyes, her face stern and unimpressed. "You drool in your sleep." Part 1 of Sing, O Muse (OF Heroes Once More)

Who Would Dare? by PunkFlame

T | 120k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Triton, Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Amphitrite

Extreme Medical Trauma, Prince Percy, Undersea Family

"Listen." Triton's voice cut through Percy’s haze "We both know you're hurt, but you don’t have to play the hero. Now let me see your damn wound." Percy nodded, opening up his stance and allowing Triton to approach him. He lifted the hem of Percy’s shirt carefully, to reveal an inch deep gash that stretched from the top of his shoulder to his upper thigh. Triton froze, eyes widening in disbelief, but he remained silent. He reached out but stopped himself just short of touching the wound. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and grave. "Tell me who did this to you... Now." ________ Triton, at Poseidon's request, goes to seek out Percy; however, he finds him on the brink of death, and brings him back to Atlantis in an attempt to save his life. What will this mean for them, what will this mean for the royal family as a whole, and who would dare to have done this in the first place?

ATLOP: Trial by Fire by WardofWinters (QoLife)

T | 225k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Sally Jackson, Percy Jackson & Triton, Percy Jackson & Grover Underwood

BAMF Percy, Water bender Percy, Smart Percy

Percy was having a normal day at the beach, until he decided to try to waterbend like Katara from his favorite show. Problem is, he succeeds. Now he has to figure out how to waterbend, and keep the normal people from finding out they have a waterbender in their midst. Finding out he's actually a child of Poseidon will probably explain a few things. Part 1 of To Make a Legend

[kawaiianimekitten]

Obey me x MC/reader

He scares you/ accidentally-ish makes you fear him

Pt 1 of Lucifer

Warnings: anxiety attack, angst

Note: this will be a hurt comfort, but this part is only the hurt. I didn't expect it to be so long. I hope to do the comfort part soon, when I do I'll link it here. I also plan on doing all the brothers.

Pt 2 here

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(2nd person)

You go into Lucifer's office with some tea, a snack, and some papers for him. He's been in his office all day, like usual, but hasn't even came out to eat or talk to you. So, you thought he was probably stressed and hungry. Plus, you found some papers he forgot. You were just trying to be helpful.

You set everything down on an open space on his desk and go over to him and give him a hug from behind, careful to not get in the way of his work.

He hums, acknowledging your presence.

You give him a small kiss on the cheek then go to sit on the couch in his office, picking up one of the books Satan lets you keep in there to entertain yourself during times like these.

After a few chapters, though, your phone starts going off. You panic for a moment cuz you thought you silenced it, and you forgot where you set it down.

Lucifer glares over at you as you clumsily find your phone to silence it.

"The hell are you doing MC?" Lucifer's voice deep and cold.

You find your phone and silence it quickly. "Hehe, oops, sorry, I really thought I silenced it."

His glare gets colder as he stands up and walks over to you.

If looks could kill, you'd be six feet under; and with the look in his eyes, you think you might end up there anyways. You've seen that look in his eyes before. Never directed twords you, though.

"MC. You know how much work I have to get done, yet you can't seem to stop bothering me. First you come in here, breaking my consideration, with things that are distractions, then you decide to look over my shoulder and distract me by being so close, and now you decide to break my consideration again. If I had the time currently, I'd give you a lecture, but I don't." His voice raising little by little as he gets closer, finally blocking you in once his statement is finished.

How he's looking at you and boxing you in makes you feel like cornered pray. Yet you try to stand your ground, cuz you don't want him to think it's ok to speak to you that way. "Y-You say it as if I ment to." You stand up, crossing your arms and look him dead in the eyes, shaking a little cuz damn that look is terrifying- "I was just trying to be helpful. I knew you were stressed, so I brought you some tea. You hadn't eaten, so I brought you some food. You left some papers lying on the kitchen counter this morning, so I grabbed them so no one would ruin them. I was careful to not get in the way of your arms or sight while hugging you and I thought my phone was silenced. I get that you're stressed right now, but I was trying to help, so I would appreciate it if you would take a deep breath and loose that attitude because I refuse to be treated this way."

He now looks amused. Not in the good way though. This change has you even more on edge than before.

"Ha! 'helping'. You aren't helping. You can help by leaving me alone." He slowly backs you up into a corner. "I don't need your so called 'help'; and I don't need you. You are just a human. A nuisance. You can't tell me how to act, especially not when you're so weak and useless."

By now you're trapped in a corner, with Lucifer in his demon form speaking so loud you think the whole house could hear.

(first person: MC/reader)

"L-Lucifer, p-please step back a bit." It's getting so overwhelming. I don't want him to think it's ok to act like this, but I just needa get out of here. If I don't leave, I might end up dead again.

He gets even closer, his face only inches away. "Or else what. You're just a human. If it weren't for Lord Diavolo, I would've killed you and given the bones to Cerberus by now."

His words hurt. A lot. I try to hold myself together, not wanting him to know he's getting to me.

I shove him out of the way and start walking twords the door, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me back. "Who give you permission to leave?!" He yelled. The tears spill over and I can't control my breathing anymore. I don't feel like I'm getting enough air. Everything is starting to feel fuzzy.

"what's happenin in 'ere?" Mammon pops is head through the door.

"What's with all the yelling, I was napping" Belphie comes in, rubbing his eyes.

"And I'm trying to read." Satan says right after.

They all freeze for a moment when they see what's happening.

Then they all rush over, taking Lucifer's hand off my wrist and moving me away from him.

As soon as I'm out of his grasp, though, I curl up, into myself, covering my ears with my hands. There's a jumble of words, but I'm not able to decipher them right now.

Someone picks me up, I'm guessing it's probably Beel.

Everything is just a blur. I end up on the couch, curled into Beels side and Asmo frantically worrying about me and talking about how 'all this stress is gonna make him break out' or something like that.

Beel holds me close, and it's the perfect amount of pressure to be comforting but not suffocating. It definitely helps calm me down quite a bit. My breathing isn't quite back to normal and I still have tears running down my face. After a moment Belphie comes in and lays down on the couch with his head on my lap, wrapping his arms around me. I gently rub my hands through Belphies soft hair.

The mixture of Beel holding me, Belphie with his head on my lap, and giggling at Asmo being Asmo, all has helped me calm down.

I'm still pretty shaken up, but all that has taken a lot out of me. I yawn and cuddle closer to Beel and lay my hand on Belphies head while closing my eyes, just listening to Asmo.

I wake up with Beel still holding me and Belphie in my lap. Asmo and Mammon are now sitting on the floor, Mammon clinging to my leg and Asmo is right in front of me, sitting on a cushion. Satan is sitting on the edge of the couch reading a book. Levi is also here now, leaning on the leg opposite to Mammon, playing on his switch.

"You hungry?" I look over to Satan and see he's lowered his book and looking at me. I nod and he gets up and goes to the kitchen. He comes back with a big bowl of popcorn and some water. "You needa hyradte as well. Beel, don't eat it all, MC needs food too." I giggle at Beel, who already had a handful of popcorn.

"As you say MC, 'hydrate or die stright'" Asmo smiles at me.

I giggle, replying. "Well, I can't have that, now can I?" Before drinking some water.

As much as I'm scared to bring it up, I have to ask. I've been putting it off for 7 episodes and it's starting to get late, meaning everyone will start heading to bed soon.

"H-Hey... What happened with Lucifer? And where is he? I haven't seen him since I woke up."

Everyone goes silent, making my nerves spike again.

"Obviously in his office. Where else would he be?" Belphie groggily replies. "And since you're up, run your hands through my hair again, already." I do as requested.

"You don't have to worry about anyone being hurt, if that's what you're concerned about." Satan says.

"Mhm, we just played an uno reverse on him and give him a lecture." Mammon says, smiling, happy with himself.

Everyone heads off to their room after a few more episodes and it's now down to me and the twins.

"Wanna sleep in our room tonight?" Beel asks.

"I'd like that, if it's ok with you both..." I don't want to intrude or be a bother, but I would feel more comfortable not being alone right now.

Beel picks me up and puts me over one shoulder before putting up Belphie over the other one.

Once in the room, we all pile onto a bed. Beel has me laying on my back with his arms around me, while Belphie's using my stomach as a pillow. Surprisingly, I fall asleep fast.

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I don't usually write first person, so I hope I did ok. I hope you liked reading this, and I hope you have a good day

[otherone12]

Oh, Baby... You're Mine (part 5)

Vampire!Gerard Way x Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: Heyy!! Sorry it took me so long to post this part, I ran out of time and ideas to write, but soon I'll be able to post more frequently (I'm literally posting this in literature class lol). Hope u like it <3

(If u have some suggestion, idea, or request, just drop it! )

if u didn't read, here's the part1, part2, part3 & part4

Summary: After the jealousy outbreak, you couldn't stand Gerard's duality anymore. So you decided to argue with him and see if, at some point, he would feel sorry for you and let you go.

- Word Count: 2.740

- Warnings: She/her pronouns. Kidnap, pet names, degradetion, toys, denied orgasms, stockholm syndrome! AFAB SMUT!

> DEAD DOVE!!!! < IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS KIND OF CONTENT, DON'T READ!!!! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME.

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: Sorry for the smut, i'm not used to write this, i'm still learning already. (:

- Ps3: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

- All mine… - He kissed my cheek and rested his head on my shoulder. - Am I right?

- Yeah… - I said, with a bitter taste in my mouth and a fake smile  -  All yours.

I pulled the blanket over my body, trying to cover myself as much as possible. After all, I was no longer very comfortable in that situation. 

A light smile appeared on his red lips. 

- As long as you understand that, our lives are gonna be way better… - He held my chin with the tip of his fingers, making me face him as he kissed my forehead, making me even more uncomfortable - For me and for you, darling.

Without showing any feelings, I said nothing.  Gerard started talking, but I really wasn't in the mood to listen, so my brain seemed to block out any noise that came out of his mouth. Minutes and minutes passed slowly, and Gerard kept talking. But again I made a point of not saying a word to him.

After a while he stopped talking, leaving only an impatient sigh that he let out before squeezing my arm.  

- Giving me the silent treatment won't improve my mood, princess. 

Before answering, I swallowed hard and showed a look of disdain. 

- Sorry… but I have nothing to say

Gerard’s mouth reached my neck, placing kisses in all of it. 

- Say you love me… - He murmured close to my ear, with his cold lips on my skin. Again, he became kind - that's so simple…

I tried with no success to move away from him, but being in his lap, with his arms holding me, it was impossible. 

- I don't usually lie - I rolled my eyes and sight. 

- Well, what about our date, hun? - I felt his voice grow harsher... I hate this fine line - from what I remember you were pretty happy.

Flashbacks of last night came to my mind. Him opening the car door, his hand on my leg as he drove, the kiss I returned, the compliments... all just  memories.  

- I was… - I said calmly - but that was before…

Again, flashbacks of last night, but this time when he squeezed my arm, yelled at me, slapped me in the face, almost threw me to the ground, hit me with a belt… I was overcome by a fury, which he did not bother to calm. 

- Before what? - His questioning tone was laced with anger, and a cynical chuckle.  - Before I put you in your place?

- Before you hit me with a fucking belt!

It was at that moment that I stopped thinking, and began to let myself be carried away by all the thoughts that crossed my mind. 

- How many times will I have to tell you to watch your attitude?

He shook me, but unlike the other times, I wasn't scared, but rather with a growing desire to keep fighting and see how far he can go with this shit. 

- Fuck this! What's the worst that you could do?! - I screamed, staring deep into his eyes.  - You've already bit me, cut me, spank me… what's next?! ‘Cause you can't kill me!!

His features darkened, he certainly didn't expect me to go this far. He snorted, his clenched teeth practically grinding. The red glow in his eyes became more intense, and a shiver ran down my spine. I felt no regret, curiosity was greater than all of that. I would love to feel that love he showed me in those few moments again, but I needed to see how far he can go. 

- Yeah, but I can make your eternal life be much more miserable than it already is … - he growled, whispering. I felt his nails almost piercing my skin, as he threatened  - so you better be a good girl and apologize for your behavior, right now! 

In a matter of seconds, my mind came up with the perfect plan, as he looked at me impatiently, waiting for an answer. The idea was to make him regret it. Make him show his worst side, and then regret it so much that the only thing he could do to redeem himself would be to let me go.

- Go ahead! I don't really care! - I shouted, with my eyebrows furrowed - The way you act, I'm going to end up going crazy soon, and not giving a damn anymore! 

He was shocked, took a deep breath and tried again. 

- You have one more chance to regret every single word you've said.

The pain in my arm increased by the second, and he became more and more agitated, even though he maintained the same tone of voice. 

- No regrets, thank you, by the way. - I mocked, preparing myself for the worst.

-You will… - He whispered in my ear, his voice choking but threatening enough.  - And I'm going to make sure that happens. 

Quickly, he pushed me aside. Rising from the bed, he got dressed and left the room like a storm.

I took advantage of my time alone to get dressed again. Staring at the drawings on the wall, I couldn't help but start crying, thinking about everything that had happened so far and what might be to come. 

I was hoping he would come back soon, but what were minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days... something inside me made my stomach churn, and anguish took over my body.  

Was I missing him? Was that what he wanted? Anyway, it's not a feeling that bothers me… but the doubts keep arising.

Finally, I heard the key unlock the door, followed by the mocking sound of Gerard's voice. 

-Knock Knock, baby - He walked towards me, and held my face with his hand, squeezing it a little - Did you miss me? Sure you do. 

I looked at him with an incredulous expression, wondering at his subtle good humor and waiting for an explanation. 

-Where were you?!

- Aw… you got worried? - he smiled on my lips, teasing a kiss - Don't think I forgot yesterday's tantrum... 

- Wasn't a tantrum… 

I murmured, looking away, but still with my face in his hand. 

- Shut up! - I was startled by the scream, still with a cruel smile on his face, he continued - Let's establish new rules around here, baby… you only talk when I say you can. 

I nodded.

- Good girl. - he said, still with his fucking smile on his face. Why does he look so good?! - And… when you're gonna refer to me, you have to refer with “sir” or things like that. Got it?

I swallowed hard, waiting for his look, which soon indicated permission to speak.

- Yes

he cleared his throat, becoming more serious and less mocking.

- ’Yes’ what?

I snorted, feeling the tension rise. I thought he was joking, but he wasn't. 

- Yes, sir.

A proud laugh passed through his mouth, moving away from me and going to the closet that was at the back of the room. 

- You sound so good, princess…- he followed, while rummaging through the clothes in the wardrobe - And I got something here for you… a new ‘bracelet’.

Soon, he extended his arm, showing me something that left me speechless. A handcuff. I couldn't believe he was actually going to lock me up like that again.  

- Is this a..?

I stammered, now a little nervous.

- I don't remember letting you speak, darling. - he scolded. - Lay in the bed.

I was stuck. I thought it was impossible for him to hold me back any longer, for him to make me more of a possession and less of an individual. I thought about living forever, trapped in that bed, completely at the mercy of his will. 

Following his orders, I lay down on the bed, and he soon made his way there as well. Gerard grabbed my wrist firmly, lifting it to the headboard of the bed and securing it with the handcuff. Soon my other arm was trapped as well. The sound of the handcuffs being closed sent shivers down my spine, which were made worse when I felt Gerard's cold hands on my hips.

His face buried itself in my neck, with kisses that soon began to become painful and I felt the same pain that I had felt on our 'first date'.

Even though my blood wasn't the same, I could still feel it leaving my body, making me feel weaker.

-You taste so good… - He moaned and licked the blood from my neck.

I groaned in pain in response, making him chuckle

-Y'know… - He clicked his tongue, laying completely on top of me and caressing my face - Even though you don't deserve it, I missed you.

I rolled my eyes, holding myself back from saying anything else. 

- I love you. - his hand went down towards the button of my pants and my breathing became short and fast - More than you could ever understand… Want to say anything, darling?

- Can we please go back to normal? 

- Are you scared, baby? - He started to unzip my pants, looking into my eyes.  - And you forgot something.

- I'm sorry… - Swallowing the last shreds of pride I had left, I continued. - sir.

- Good girl. - He held the waistband of my jeans, pulling it down - But I won't take it easy just because you're behaving.

I let out a whimper, hearing when my jeans fall on the ground.

- Sir, P-please… don’t 

- You learn fast… - he chuckles 

He got up, going towards the drawer of the furniture next to the bed and taking out something that took me a while to understand what it was, but the dark smile on his face left no doubt that it was a vibrator.

- Relax, baby… - He clicked his tongue, approaching me again and caressing my thigh - i'm not gonna hurt you…

He pulled down my panties, making me even more nervous. I already imagined what was coming, but the longer he took, the more this anguish took over me.

He separated my legs and brushed the vibrator in my entrance, teasing me. I was dripping, and his cynical laughing when I bucked my hips, earning more, made my face turn red in embarrassment. 

- I thought you didn't want this… - he mocked - but looks like you're almost begging for it

As he spoke, he inserted the vibrator, agonizingly slowly, making me grunt. The deeper, the more torturous it was.

He took a few steps back, moving far enough away to get a full view of my humiliating situation.

- You look so good like this. - Biting his lips, he didn't look away from me.

Soon saw the remote control in his hand and gasped. 

- Did my pet want me to turn this thing on? - He knew exactly what he was doing, looking straight into my eyes with a grin on his face, talking calmly. - Or should I leave you like this for a while, hm?

I didn't answer, shame took over me and I couldn't think of what to say exactly. He walked slowly to the door, shaking the remote in his hand. 

- I'm gonna take your silence as a second option… - He sighed - Well, i'll be back soon and-

- N-no! Please turn it on.. - I interrupted him, knowing that in the state I was already in, it wasn't worth continuing in silence. It took me a while to let the last word leave my lips, wrapped in my self-love.  - sir

- Are you that horny? - He ran his thumb over the controller, choosing the button with the lowest speed.  - So let's have some fun.

I let out a moan, causing him to show his fangs in a smile. The feeling was good, but it still wasn't enough, I bit my lips, muffling other sounds that could pass through my mouth. Gerard noticed, and soon increased the speed.

 I bucked my hips one more time, now feeling myself getting close to my orgasm. 

- Are you almost there, darling? - He asked, already knowing the answer. I nodded. - in that case…

I expected anything but him turning off the vibrator. With teary eyes and breathless, I fell into despair after being denied my orgasm.

-W-why did you…? - I swallowed hard 

-Why did I turn it off? - He said,playfully - Aw, baby, you didn't think it would be that easy, did you?

 I mumbled something inaudible, feeling further and further away from my climax. I was already trying to get my mind off this agonizing experience, but when I was finally getting back to normal, without warning, he pressed the vibrator control, making me let out a whimper. 

He walked around the room, looking at me like I was putting on a show, only for him.

It wasn't long before I was getting there again. But it all went down the drain when he hung up again. I groaned in protest, letting out tears. 

Gerard walked towards my face, placing his hand on my cheek and kissing away my tears. 

- You're so pretty It's a shame to have to put you through this… - He said, between kisses - but you were really nasty that day, hm…

He turned the thing on, so fucking slow.

- I-i’m sorry, sir… - I whimpered, my lips pressed against his, wanting him to feel sorry - Please, let me-

- Not yet.

And as he said, all this repeated itself so many times that I lost count, my whole body sweaty, a river between my legs. I've never felt that tired before.

Gerard was sitting in the armchair, sipping wine, with the remote in his hands. 

- Since you've been such a good girl for me… i'm gonna let you cum - He smiled, bragging and pressing the button on the controller.  

I moaned in pleasure, finally managing to relieve myself, I felt him taking the vibrator off of me, and I sighed in relief. 

He climbed on top of me again, snuggling between my breasts and kissing my neck. 

- Look... I don't want to have to be like this with you… - he purred - So let's make a deal, hm…

His hand traveled over my body, as he looked at every place his fingers passed. 

- I'm not gonna do this to you anymore, but you'll not ignore me. - He raised his eyebrows, speaking calmly. - And maybe one day, we'll go back to normal, hm? 

I nodded, feeling his touch and pacing myself with this. 

- Thank you - I closed my eyes, hoping he would forget about the way he want me to call him. 

-Your welcome, princess. - He smiled, and every time I found him more beautiful  - This time I'll let it slide, but if you forget again… 

-I'll not, sir. - I giggled, somehow feeling good with his weight on my body. 

I really can't understand it. Every moment I spend with him is a duality. Before, I wanted to get up and put a stake through his heart, but now all I want is for him to just lie there next to me, caressing my body and kissing my neck. Of course it would be better if my wrists weren't hurting, but still. 

- Gee… - I murmured to him - I mean, sir, can you please take these handcuffs off of me?

- Do you think you deserve it?

- I've been a good girl, sir! - I despaired, and began to beg. - I took everything without complaining! I… I obeyed you! 

- Hey… calm down, darling… - He spoke, calming me down, but at the same time in a reprimanding tone. - I don't wanna see you throwing a tantrum like a baby again. Well… I think I can take this off of you… but with one condition.

- Tell me… Please, Sir, I'll do anything! - I almost screamed in excitement - Just please, take this thing off of me! Pretty please! 

- Okay, okay, You know I love you, hm.. - He moved to my wrists, releasing them as he continued to speak.  - and I hate seeing you sad like this… i'm gonna take this off, but if you misbehave again… 

- I'll not, sir! I promise! - I, more than in a hurry, hugged him, leaving him confused, but glad.  - And I love you too.

In his arms, I managed to forget why I wanted to leave, it's always so good, so comfortable, so perfect... As soon as I pulled away, the first thing I did was look for his lips, kissing them deeply. The taste of the wine in his mouth passed to mine when his tongue crossed mine.

I think we're gonna be like this forever… Fights after fights and then this feeling of pleasure in being with him.

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~ So, that 's it! Should I do another part?

[mayasaurusss]

Day thirty: Search for me in the night. Sweetpea masterlist

A/N: a few things. First, I have not yet watched the show, so this version of Rhiannon is what I gathered about her from other fics I've read. This might have some errors about her personality or the show all together. Secondly, I haven't proofread this :')

Contains: light smut, description of wounds, not proofread.

How much time has it been? One week? A month? Years? You don't even remember why you kept on following, but you know it's your only option, it's your duty. Your boots sink in puddles of water, grimed by mud and fallen leaves; the harsh cold autumn wind bends the trees and hits your face, making an uncomfortable feeling rise from the tip of your nose to the end of your cheeks. What the priest had told you was that there was something that you'd have to take care of, something that "Your kind surely knows how to handle". You hadn't liked how he said it. Still, you continue, searching and asking around for your target: a young woman with brown hair. That's all you knew about her, despite the fact that she was described as begin an outgoing person and that she had a mole on her right cheek.

You were closer to your target by now: during your travels you met a vendor, a woman who had pinpointed you to where the woman went, as well as telling you tales of the creature that roamed the forest in the dark dead of night. You knew nothing more than this, and you thought to yourself that "Maybe, next time that priest gives me a job to do, I'll ask for more details".

The road is winding, difficult to walk on through the slippery mud and vines poking at your legs. You are short out of breath, and the road just keeps on going. You have been walking on this hill inside the forest's heart for a while now, maybe twenty minutes, and the rain has begun to fall down on your body heavily, making your journey less than pleasant. If you only could, you'd fall to your knees and hit the ground, giving up on your research. But you can't, you won't. Just as you were about to give up, you see something in the distance: a path that unravels to an old manor, much bigger than any you've ever seen. It looks old, like it has been there for centuries, but has been well maintained through time. You can see the dancing reflection of fire from inside one of the rooms, giving you the urge to run inside and dry yourself in its warmth. But as much as you feel relieved to have found shelter, you know not of letting your guard down. No, the difficult part has just started.

You let five minutes pass, eyes vigilant to see if anything weird happens, before you make a bee line to the manor's door. You know on the heavy wood door one, two, three times before they're swung open. A brown eye peers at you, sizing you from head to toe. Whoever is behind the door is silent, waiting for you to talk first and tell them your troubles. "Good evening ma'am! I have-" you swallow your saliva, watching how the stranger's eye is suddenly very interested in your neck. "I am sorry to have disturbed you, but I've been caught by a storm. Is there any chance I could ask for shelter?".

As if just now understanding the meaning of your words, the stranger's eye lids up and you hear her voice for the first time. "Sure, come on in!".

The manor looks huge inside; darkness seeping into every corner, high walls that seem to continue on forever and a grand staircase that leads to the first floor. You are so awestruck in admiring the room that you don't notice the woman who has been standing near you all this time. "If I hadn't seen the strength of the storm outside, I would have thought that the only reason you came in was to take my home away from me!". You feel the heat of embarrassment creeping on your cheeks and turn around to see the most beautiful woman you've ever seen smiling at you.

She has an aura to her person that makes you want to fall down and worship her. You are so enraptured by her beauty that you don't immediately notice the mole on her right cheek. Your target.

You quickly clear your throat, hoping she didn't notice your strange behaviors, and put on your facade quickly. "I am sorry miss, I hope I'm not too much of a bother" she simply hums, looking at your state, "Not at all, and please call me Rhiannon".

"Follow me" with that, you follow her to the first floor of the house, making your way through the darkness. "This manor is centuries old," she explains, "my family has never intended to install any light system, so during winter most of the rooms are dark. We'll have to walk using this" she lights a candlestick and takes your hand, walking you through the hallways. "Why don't you light some oil lamps then?" you can't see her but you hear her laugh, suddenly sounding much more sinister in the dark. "You never know. I wouldn't want my house to be set on fire, it's best if I can see it directly".

Finally she stops at a door and walks inside, leaving you in the dark hallway. You feel shivers run along your spine, the unnatural silence getting to your nerves. You are not sure if those whispers you hear is the wind hitting against the windows or a figment of your imagination. Sooner than you expected she comes back with fresh clothes and a towel. She roughly dries you off and hands you the clothes. "Dry yourself then get changed and come back to the living room. We wouldn't want you to get sick would we?".

She hands you the candlestick then walks away, heading to the living room once again. "Wait!" you call out to her, "Don't you need this?" you ask, gesturing to the candlestick. "Don't worry" she says "I can see in the dark just fine".

"Besides, you'll need it more than me" her voice gets lost inside the house's hallways, stopping abruptly. You enter inside the room she just came out of and change yourself quickly, trying to pay no mind to your crippling fear. When you come back down she's in the living room, resting on one of the armchairs. "About time you came down" she gestures to a chair she put beside the fire. "Sit down, dry yourself by the fire".

You sink on the armchair, feeling the warmth of the fire on your skin. "Have you eaten?" she asks, standing up and moving to walk to the kitchen. "I haven't" you hear rustling from the other room and she comes back minutes later with some cookies and hot tea. "I don't have anything else, I'm sorry" you just smile in return, not making any comment. You spend the evening chatting, listening to the story of her life and telling her yours. By the time the fire needs to be fed again, you fell asleep. You are so deep in your dreams that you fail to hear the scraping of a chair begin moving against the floor. As autumn and winter come, it's been harder and harder getting anything under her teeth. The storms are too strong, the snow too heavy and nothing that is alive walks those hills. She has been waiting a long time for this. She can already taste blood on her tongue, swirling inside of her mouth. From behind the chair she stands above you, bending over to reach for your neck. With one hand she supports your head while the other tightens on your shoulder. It looks so inviting, she thinks and bares her teeth, getting ready to bite down.

Just as she's about to sink her teeth in, you wake up. "R-Rhiannon? What's going on?" as if her skin was burnt, she quickly retreats. "I am sorry to have woken you up. I just wanted to tell you that I have a spare bedroom for you to sleep in. "You just hum groggily, "Actually, I'd rather sleep here by the fire. If that's okay with you?".

She tries to shove her anger down her throat, biting her lip. "Sure, rest well" she smiles and with that, disappears into the shadows.

The morning after you hear Rhiannon walk down the stairs, her steps heavy against the steps. "Good morning, have you slept well?" you just hum in response, stroking the sleep out of your eyes. "Has the storm passed?". Rhiannon looks outside to see rain pouring down and obscuring the windows, "Not yet. It's best if you stay here a bit more " you notice she's putting on a coat, and ask her "Are you going out?" .

"I need to buy some food if you stay here" she opens the door, letting the cold wind speed inside, "Don't steal any of my things! I'll know".

That last part sounded more threatening than you'd like, but you just wave at her goodbye and wait for the door to be closed again. As soon as you see her figure disappearing into the trees, you scour the mansion. You explore, study its hallways, search for any incriminating things that may pinpoint if she's indeed the target of your search. "A monster, that woman is" the priest had told you, "a leech. Your kind surely knows how to handle them".

A 'leech', a vampire. It was hard to believe that woman was one of them, but there was something to her that you knew was wrong. Curse the fact that you fell asleep yesterday's evening, who knows if she let a side of her sleep out of her control while you were sleeping. You search but don't find anything, only books containing her family's history. Before Rhiannon comes back, you make sure to hide the tools you had hid in your clothes in one of the corners of the house, in the first room Rhiannon had gone into. You hear the door open downstairs. "Shit!" you hide the stake in a closet underneath a pile of old clothes, before hurrying downstairs.

"Exploring much?" you hear Rhiannon ask you from the kitchen and you draw in a sharp breath, "Uhm, yeah sorry about it". "There's nothing to be sorry about. This place is big, it's best if you know it's halls". She has bought many things: meat, vegetables, bread and some sweets. "For today's afternoon snacks" she says, noticing at how you're eyeing the cookies, "Just a little treat for my sweet guest". You heat up a bit hearing how she called you. 'Sweet'. That is a good compliment, but slightly creepy coming from a suspected vampire.

You spend the afternoon watching the rain fall down, chatting and reading from Rhiannon's stash of books. "The storm seems to never stop" you mutter into your hand, watching the pools of water getting more and more full by the second. "You are unlucky. During this time of the year here, it always rains or snows". Great, you're trapped here with a stranger who presumably is a vampire with no way out.

"Oh, I get it".

As the days go on, the storm doesn't stop. With the rain falling down more and more harshly, Rhiannon becomes more and more furious. She lashes out at you out of the blue, inconsistently. You try to not let her words affect you because you know that they hold no real meaning behind them.  You have noticed how she becomes paler by the day, and despite consuming an alarming amount of meat, barely cooked, she looks like a starving woman.

"I'll go to my study" she tells you, putting on a smile which you know it's just a fake to hide her distress.

"Don't follow me" it's all she says before disappearing into the manor's shadows. You move behind her, as quiet as a mouse, following her through the maze that is her home. Hallway after hallway, turn after turn you move inside the house, trying to keep up with her pace. Since you've been following her, it seems she has begun to move faster and faster, unnaturally.

The chase has been going on for so long that you think she's testing you, secretly just moving in circles to drive you mad. She stops abruptly in front of a door and enters the room, leaving the door open and the opportunity for you to quietly sneak behind.

You steal a glance at the room, sizing it up: dark, bigger than you'd thought, no escape other than the door.

Rhiannon is leaning on a desk covered in books and lit candles, mumbling something under her breath, distracted. If she truly is a vampire, this is the right moment to strike.

You grip the stake in your hand, shaking, a trickle of sweat falling from your brow. Every step you take is meticulously calculated, not one bit heavier than needed, not one second faster. You stalk, moving closer to your target, so close that you can taste the smell of her perfume on your tongue. Inadvertently, your attention is caught by a corner of the room. You notice how just that corner's stones have been painted sloppily, like whoever painted just gave up and left it to dry. It was coloured with the most deep red you've ever seen, beautifully haunting. A shame it seemed to start blackening under time's passage, forming clumps in the cracks between the bricks, following down to a stain on the floor.

You can vaguely make out the shape left by something that had been left there for a while, bloody hand prints tinting the gray stones.

"You are too slow, hunter" your blood runs cold and in an instant your body is slammed against one of the walls. Rhiannon is above you in mere seconds, gripping at your wrists with an inhuman strength. You can't make out her face, shrouded in darkness, but you can hear her breath, heavy and slow.

"Rhiannon! Let me go!" you struggle against her, trying to slip away from her grip. She grabs your stake and throws it away, "Why should I do that baby? You were the one that put yourself into this" she descends on you, breathing on your neck slowly, savoring the smell of your fear.

"Snooping around my stuff, spying on me..." you feel a cold sensation spread on your neck when you see her teeth bared, reflecting the candle lights.

'No... I want to live!' you use all your strength to kick her in the stomach, making her fall on the floor with a groan. You grab the stake and move to face her, ready for her next move.

"I thought you might be different!" you yell, readying your body for combat, "But you're just another blood sucking fiend!".

A bone chilling chuckle echoes in the dark, its owner's face made of shadows. "Just another blood sucking fiend? Oh baby" she delivers a strong blow to your chest, making the air escape from your lungs. Another blow on your jugular and you're falling on the floor, momentarily incapacitated.

She pushes you with her boot, holding you firmly between its sole and the floor.

"I am not just another blood sucking fiend. I have noticed how you look at me" she slowly descends down on you, stroking at your arms, silently admiring the strength behind them. "How you steal glances at me when you think I'm not looking" she squeezes one of your biceps with her hand, then twists the skin painfully, making a trickle of blood escape your veins.

"I bet you've thought about it for a long time" her hands reach for your neck and the stake. "How you've dreamt of taking me by the neck, sinking that thing you call a weapon in me, watching life fleet from me", the sexual innuendo is not lost to you and it makes heat travel up your body.

The stake is broken into billions of pieces in her hand, splinters falling on your face and in her flesh, faint traces of blood coloring her hand.

"But it didn't go as you planned, did it? Now you are the hunted one, and I will enjoy eating you alive".

She starts to kiss down on your jaw, taking time to take care of every patch of skin before her. "W-what are you doing?" she doesn't answer, too focused on traveling beyond the nape of your neck.

"You are enjoying this, aren't you?" her smirk is to die for, making you want to strip away your pride and just let her take you already. "As if" you mutter, trying to act cool, but the facade is broken as you feel her press teasingly against your crotch.

"Let's see about that" in a moment, your pants are stripped away, leaving you bare in front of your predator. "As far as I know about this, you're enjoying it way too much".

As she sinks her fingers deeply inside of you, she comes back up, leaning in to kiss you. Lips clash against one another, teeth bare and biting at the skin. She pushes her tongue past your lips, savoring every single one of your tastes. Meanwhile, her fingers speed up, hitting that spot inside of you that makes stars bloom behind your eyelids.

"Rhiannon!" you gasp, hugging her shoulders close to you. Her face is scrunched, focusing on the rhythm of her fingers plunging inside of you. You want her to talk to you, to tell you how good you've been for her, or how naughty you were. Rhiannon rolls her hips in the air, trying to mimic the feeling of trusting inside of you.

"You know what, my dear hunter?" she moves so that her hips rest against her hand, moving them in time with her trusts. "I think you don't put yourself in other's shoes enough", her breath fanning over your skin.

"Let me help" and as you reach your peak, she bites down on you, hard, drawing blood. She drinks from you, red blood tainting her lips. Her tongue pursues your blood, swirling it inside her mouth, savoring every single one of your tastes.

She sighs contentedly, feeling euphoric after finally feeding. "See, it wasn't so bad, was it?" she gives you a deadly smile. You notice how her blood is dripping from her wrist, almost seeping into your wound. Cold fear blooms in your chest, the reality of your situation setting in. She laughs, "Relax, love" letting go of your wrist.

"I'd love to turn you, but I'd much rather keep your blood warm for a little bit" you feel your heart sink, suddenly much more aware of the situation you are in. "Don't worry dear, it won't happen unless you ask me to" she stands up and brings you up with her, hugging your body close. "Come on, lover" she inhales your scent deeply, licking over the wound she gave you, "let's take this somewhere more comfortable".

[yuesya]

Please tell us more on how the Sukuna-Megumi and Heian Shiki-Tsumiki stand off went, I know deep down the siblings were panicking. What was Yuji and Hana's reaction? Did fraudkuna shit himself because I know he's not surviving Shiki even with Mahoraga.

Tsumiki sucks in a sharp, shuddering breath, horrified by the sight before her.

Megumi. It's Megumi. Her little brother is standing there, while blood pools around his feet -the blood of his classmates- except it's not her little brother at all.

Megumi turns towards her, and smiles. It's a wide, vicious expression that's unapologetically sadistic, and Tsumiki stumbles back involuntarily, fear spiking in her chest.

There are another set of eyes blinking open on his face. Her brother has four eyes on his face.

"Tsumiki! You have to run, that's not Megumi! That's-"

There's a burst of pressure in the air, fierce winds whipping past her and throwing her hair back like a wild banner -Tsumiki instinctively closes her eyes, raising her arms protectively in front of herself-

-or she tries to, at least.

Instead, her arms involuntarily come up to fold themselves across her chest, and a drawn-out sigh leaves her lips.

Around her, deep grooves are slashed into the ground from invisible knives, while the building behind her falls apart in pieces.

"It's been thousands of years, but I see that you still have the same disgusting habits," she says. Except that's not- that's not her! And with a burst of ice-cold horror, Tsumiki realizes that she can't control her own body. There's something else that's puppeting her limbs, using her voice. "Don't you think picking on children is below you, Sukuna?"

Megumi -Sukuna?- narrows his eyes. "... It's you."

"It's me," Tsumiki's lips continue moving without her input or agreement. "If you attempt to kill the girl again, then I'll kill you."

Sukuna smiles coldly. "You tried that a thousand years ago already, and look at how well it worked out for you."

"'Tried?' If it wasn't for your binding vow with Kenjaku, you'd be dead. For someone who already lost a thousand years ago, what gives you the confidence to stand in front of me again?"

[thenorthsource]

The Wildling and the Lost Boy (for anon)

AGOT – Catelyn III

"Rickon needs you […] He's only three, he doesn't understand what's happening. He thinks everyone has deserted him”

AGOT – Bran VI

"What are you doing here?" [...]

"They are my gods too," Osha said. "Beyond the Wall, they are the only gods."

[…] “The cold winds are rising, and men go out from their fires and never come back … or if they do, they're not men no more, but only wights, with blue eyes and cold black hands. Why do you think I run south with Stiv and Hali and the rest of them fools? Mance thinks he'll fight, […] but what does he know? […] He's never tasted winter. I was born up there, child, like my mother and her mother before her and her mother before her, born of the Free Folk. We remember." Osha stood, her chains rattling together. "I tried to tell your lordling brother. […] But he looked through me […]. So be it. I'll wear my irons and hold my tongue. A man who won't listen can't hear."

AGOT – Bran VII

"I lived my life beyond the Wall, a hole in the ground won't fret me none, m'lords," she said.

[…] Ser Rodrik had ordered Osha's chain struck off, since she had served faithfully and well since she had been at Winterfell. She still wore the heavy iron shackles around her ankles—a sign that she was not yet wholly trusted—but they did not hinder her sure strides down the steps.

[…]

Rickon patted Shaggydog's muzzle, damp with blood. "I let him loose. He doesn't like chains." He licked at his fingers.

ACOK – Bran V

"Osha," Bran asked as they crossed the yard. "Do you know the way north? To the Wall and . . . and even past?"

ACOK – Theon IV

Osha would need to carry Rickon; his little legs wouldn't take him far on their own.

[…]

Theon Greyjoy knew he was beaten […] Osha had deceived them with some wildling trick.

ACOK – Bran VII

Bran heard fingers fumbling at leather, followed by the sound of steel on flint. Then again. A spark flew, caught. Osha blew softly. A long pale flame awoke, […] Osha's face floated above it. She touched the flame with the head of a torch. Bran had to squint as the pitch began to burn, filling the world with orange glare. The light woke Rickon, who sat up yawning. […]

There stood Osha holding the torch, […] and the double row of tall granite pillars and long dead lords behind them stretching away into darkness . . . but there was Winterfell as well, grey with drifting smoke, the massive oak-and-iron gates charred and askew, the drawbridge down in a tangle of broken chains and missing planks.

[...] "Are we going home?" Rickon asked excitedly.

[…] Osha carried her long oaken spear in one hand and the torch in the other. A naked sword hung down her back, one of the last to bear Mikken's mark.

[…]

"Take me home!" Rickon demanded. "I want to be home!" […] They stood huddled together with ruin and death all around them.

"We made noise enough to wake a dragon," Osha said, "but there's no one come. The castle's dead and burned, just as Bran dreamed,” […]

"Hodor must stay with Bran, to be his legs," the wildling woman said briskly. "I will take Rickon with me."

[cossiedxll]

yaaaay ∑d(°∀°d) will look out for those, can't wait!!! if its okay, can i request for jingyuan fic/hc where he remains in luofu while his s/o is a nameless on the astral express travelling the universe, and finally reunite with jingyuan after ○○○ years when the train stops by luofu again? (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

happy writing, remember to take breaks and drink/eat well ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ

"it's hard to be anywhere these days when all i want is you."

| you leave your lover behind to travel the world, one day you decide to finally come back to him.

| jing yuan x reader

˓ ꒱ notes and disclaimers: bad attempt at somewhat angst, reader is gender neutral, probably ooc.

˓ ꒱ authors notes: thank you so much for this request!! i'm so sorry if this isn't what you were picturing for jing yuan as i'm not too well versed in his character but i'll try my best!!

he tried to be supportive about your decision to stay on the astral express despite his many offerings for you to remain in xianzhou luofu. there's not a day that goes by that he doesn't think about you. the bed that couldn't barely fit the both of you (he insisted that it made it easier to hold you) now seemed like too much space for him. the side of the bed that you claimed as yours is now as cold as the midnight breeze. he shivers as he recalls the way you'd snake your arms around his neck, keeping him warm.

you two had almost gotten into an argument actually. when you announced that you weren't going to stay in xianzhou luofu with him. he just didn't want to be left alone again, he didn't want his afternoons to just be filled with paper work, he didn't want his home to be dead silent whenever he'd creak the door open. he didn't want the bed to be cold when he knew it wasn't meant to be.

he didn't want you gone.

he eventually came around and apologised to you though. "i'm sorry for what i've said before. if this would really make you happy, they by all means go for it. just come back to visit me once in a while okay?" he smiles, you can tell that smile is ridden with sadness, ridden with forced acceptance. "i promise." he feels your soft lips against his. it's at this moment that he realises just how weak you've made him. he'd give the whole world to you if you just asked.

he moment he bids you off on your journey he's so tempted to just leave his entire life in xianzhou luofu behind to be with you. wherever it may be, he just wanted to be surrounded by your warmth.

he stands there for a moment, almost as if the ground below him had shackled his ankles to the ground in a sick twisted way of forcing him to see you leave him. he felt so wrong walking away from the entrance of xianzhou luofu (?)

he's dreading having to open up the door to your once shared house, now devoid of all light. all your stuff is gone, albeit a few shirts and little pendants you bought were still lying around. it made it seem like you had passed on, and god he did not want to think of that.

he can't even focus on his job as the general anymore, he thinks he should be able to finish the bare minimum tasks like before he met you but now it feels like he can't even pick up his pen. the pen being one that you had bought him.

he honestly couldn't function well without you, he thinks it's pathetic how he's reduced to what he is now when the only thing that wasn't there was you. you two still kept in touch through your phones but it just wasn't the same. he'd call you every night, sometimes you wouldn't pick up because you were either already asleep or you were busy with something.

he thinks he's never felt more alone in his life.

it's been months, time seemed to pass by slower when you weren't by his side. the snacks he once bought you to try because he knew you'd be home to enjoy them, now never enter through his front door. it was supposed to be a normal day for him, fill out some paperwork, play chess with yanqing during his break, go home a little earlier than yesterday and just rest.

you didn't tell him this during your call last night but the astral express was visiting xianzhou luofu for awhile, the reason was unclear to you but you didn't care. you wanted to surprise your boyfriend! you still remembered his timings for when he goes home and he mentioned that he'll be back home a little earlier since he's been feeling tired lately so it was perfect!

you decide to go back to your shared home to wait for him, not before buying some ingredients to cook him dinner, which he probably hasn't done for himself in a while.

on the other hand, jing yuan gets a little startled when he realises that he lights in his house are on. he thinks hes being robbed but then again who else would be that stupid to rob the general or xianzhou luofu? when he's at the door he can smell the familiar scent of his favourite dish. his mind flashes to you but you didn't tell him you were coming back?

"welcome back! i wasn't sure what to do while i was waiting for you so i made you this." he honestly can't believe the sight that's in front of him right now. he never thought he'd hear your warm welcome so soon even though it's been months.

you walk up towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "i missed you." you whisper into his neck. his arms immediately find purchase on your waist, pulling you closer to him. "i've missed you too my dear." he nuzzles into your hair, taking in the scent that's almost left his, no, your shared home.

"why didn't you tell me you were coming back?" he pulls away slightly to face you, god he's missed you. "i wanted it to be a surprise." you smile, shreds of guilt showing in your eyes for leaving him for so long. "let's eat, i'll tell you all about my adventures." you tug his wrist, the food already being set on the dining table.

moonlight pours through the windows to your bedroom, jing yuan's arms are wrapped tightly around your frame. you're nuzzled into his chest, his chin resting on the top of your head. your hands are tangled in his silver locks, occasionally giving his head a little massage.

"please don't ever leave me." your hands still at the sound of his voice. you're barely able to hear it, voice betraying his role as a general.

"i won't, i promise." you tighten your arms around him, pulling him impossibly closer to you. you look up at him to place a kiss on his lips. "get some sleep, i'll be here when the sun rises." you whisper as you snuggle back into his chest, relaxing your arms.

"i love you."

"i love you too."

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honey i'll be dead (it won't always be like this) [756]

thunderstorms, gn!reader, allusions to depression/low mood, angst/comfort

the thunder outside seems a perfect end to the week you've had, booming outside your rickety bedroom window so fiercely you flinch from the blankets you've huddled yourself in. night falls on gotham and you wonder if you will see the familiar haunting glow of the signal cutting through the dense smog tonight. would crime stop for a bit of lightning?

your body locks tight with the next flash of white, tensing in preparation and – there it is, a bellow that makes you twist the sheets under your fingers anxiously. you half wonder if it isn't your own agonies that have manifested into the storm that's washed in over jersey this weekend, grief and fear and rage and seemingly every ugly emotion that had been swimming through your veins all week finally pouring out into the world to torment you once more.

jason comes in just as the power cuts out, lights flickering violently for a brief moment, as though considering whether to commit, before coming to a decision and plunging the apartment into darkness. one quick look outside the window shows it's extended to the entire block. it's silly to feel guilty. you feel it anyway.

the floor beneath his feet creaks – it's deliberate. he doesn't want to scare you, you can tell. there's a murmur of your name and you let out a breath. it's response enough and he crosses the threshold.

"what're you doing alone in here, hm?" it's said casually as he shucks his house slippers – the fuzzy black ones you had bought the first time he'd slept over, laid by the front door in wait of his arrival – and slides into bed beside you.

you shrug. i'm tired. i'm scared. i think i'm going to break. responses that go unsaid hang on the tip of your tongue, but it's weighed down by some invisible mass, and you stare into the space in front of you. the blackness pulses and swirls, shadows shifting as your eyes adjust to the dim light.

there's another roll of heavy thunder outside, so close it sounds as though it's right outside and your face feels taut with stress. your hand reaches for the one next to you, bumping around in the dark until your fingers brush against jason's. his hand curls around yours, one large palm swallowing yours and squeezing.

"'ve got an idea. come here."

you're lifted gently, arms cradling you to him and then the covers are being pulled up over your heads, your body curled up against his. the blanket does little to muffle the sounds outside, the rain beating against the windowpane only sounds marginally softer but he's managed to cut out some of the frigid cold in your apartment, leaking in through the poorly insulated walls. a dry heat settles in the small space and as you slump into him, a pitiful noise escapes your lips.

it's thin, and reedy, and a little wounded, and you can't help the flush in your face that follows, shame washing in like a tide when jason's arms tighten around you. it's dark under the covers, and your face is pressed to his shoulder. he can't see you, and yet he's seen too much in that moment.

"been a long week for you, huh," he mutters, so comfortingly your throat closes up. his hand is heavy on your spine, grounding you as your eyes water.

"so –" you cut yourself off, your voice, barely above a whisper, wobbles tremulously. "so long."

"made it through," he reminds you, but you feel something like a candle burnt too low, smoke plumes curling around a wick struggling to remain aflame. there is nothing in you left to celebrate, only a grief that buzzes in your head and heats your face.

you breathe out loud and it sounds like a sob. jason curls closer to you, and you press your lips together tightly, fingers twisting once more into the fabric within reach – his shirt.

"tell me it won't always be like this," you whisper, and you can feel the tears beginning to leak down the slope of your nose, wetting the pillow beneath your head.

there's a resounding BOOM.

jason's hands come over your ears, stroking the skin behind them. dry lips find your forehead clumsily, and he mutters a vow.

"it won't," he tells you. "it'll pass."

"promise me." it's demanding, and he has no power to wield your fate, but he kisses you as though he does, a reassurance pressed into the seam of your mouth.

"i promise."

me when i listen to it won't always be like this by inhaler whenever things are shit and only listen to that specific line because it feels like elijah hewson is promising me things will be ok. same energy as listening to don't let it break your heart and pretending it's louis tomlinson speaking directly TO ME! anyway i've had the shittiest week and a half and the weather has been so fucking awful and i'm scared of thunderstorms now! a lovely development that is SO useful when the weather decides to come down on us during what is supposed to be SUMMER. this is entirely self indulgent. but also born out of that one very lovely nonnie's thought that jason would come and comfort u during a thunderstorm. and well. if he is also scared, then. we are getting a pair of noise cancelling headphones.