#but as soon as i saw ceremonials i grabbed it and did not set it down bc that's prob my fav album of f+tm

[thestarmaker]

My skirts may not have arrived in time for the record store but I DID find an original 2011 printing of ceremonials by florence+ the machine and joni mitchell's blue album so it was a total win

[sweetiecakesss]

Hiiii! Can I request a student council president Dr Ratio x school troublemaker, tomboyish fem reader, where Dr Ratio fucks reader into a submissive girl?

It's fine if you don't wanna do this kinda request tho! Have a nice day!

Igotchu Igotchu! In all honesty idk if I did your request right but all I know is...this is giving Hate Fucking-- So yes! <3 Hope you like it, Anon!

Fear Me, Not | Veritas Ratio (18+)

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Synopsis: You accidentally humiliated The student council president.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇Tags: Veritas Ratio, Ratio being mean, Vouyeurism, Getting Caught, Slapping, Ratio calling you mena names, Hate Fucking, AFAB Reader!

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇Note: am so proud of this one, got me choking and shi--hihihihihihi

You have waited over the weekend to get your revenge on the principal who called you a good for nothing bottom feeder.

Every monday morning your school held this boring ceremony at the gym wherein the Student Body Council President does a small speech and then the Principal, waking up very early, you decided to go to school to set up your trap…

So far so good, as soon as you reached school…IT was going smoothly, until…

Audible gasp let out from the students as the saw Veritas Ratio, dripping wet. Angered fueled him as he grabbed the mic and looked at everyone, his eye twitching in rage.

"Who.The.Fuck.Did.This…" He let out, well there was only answer and everyone in school knew that. Comically enough, everyone stepped aside as all of them pointed to you, including the principal and other teachers.

Ratio looked at you before got off of stage and dragged you by your arm and left the school gymnasium…

You're fucked…

Muffled moans filled the room as Ratio rammed his cock in you, his hand covering your mouth while his other hand is tightly gripped onto the cheeks of your ass. Fear was filling your body as your eyes remained on the unlock door of the student council room, tears streamed down from your eyes as he bullied his cock in you, hitting all the right places with each strong thrust.

"Think you're so clever humiliating me like that…" Ratio let out in a whisper through gritted teeth as he leaned down, his chest on your back, his lips on the crook of your neck as he left his marks on your body. Letting go of your mouth, his hand moved down to your neck, gripping on it.

"Fuck yo-- ngh-- let me go…" You hissed at him in between moans, despite your harsh words; Ratio was unfazed as he continued to ram himself inside you.

"You say that but you're clenching around my dick like a fucking whore." He growled, his hips snapping against you, causing your eyes to roll at the back of your head and letting out a surprised yelp that was supressed as Ratio covered your mouth again.

If only you hadn't humiliated Ratio during his morning speech at the school gym this wouldn't happened, you wouldn't have to feel his cock in you, filling you up in all the right spaces, treating you like a woman that deserves to be fucked right. Just as you and Ratio were too engrossed at feeling eachother's bodies, the both of you stopped in your tracks as you both heard a knock on the door.

The both of you looked at eachother briefly before he then pulled out of you, quickly grabbing you by your hair and pulling you, making you kneel down under his desk. Using his feet, he pushed the disregarded clothes down the table with you before taking a seat.

"Come in" He let out sternly. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him who then met your gaze. His eyes sharp and narrowing at you, his hands still on your head before he grabbed your hair again and pushed you down on his erect cock, your mouth being full of him.

"Uhh Ratio?" Looking back up, Ratio met Aventurine's gaze who was looking at him with raised brows.

"What do you want? If you're here to piss me off am not in the mood." Ratio Retorted as he slightly moved his hips, his hands guiding you to bob your head up and down his shaft.

"Woah! What's got you so pissed? Is it that Girl again?" Aventurine let out as he took a seat in front of Ratio's desk.

"That's none of your business." Ratio quickly retorted to which Aventurine just laughed heartedly.

"Just came here to chat but it looks like you're on your monthly period, Don't want to get under your nerves or I might get punished…Right, Y/N?…" Aventurine let out. As soon as he called out your name, your eyes widened as you used your hands to push yourself off of Ratio's cock, saliva dripping down your mouth as you coughed.

Ratio briefly looked down then back up at Aventurine with raised brows. Aventurine chuckled before he stood up and headed to the door.

"I can see her feet peeking out from under the table." Aventurine let out before he walked out of the room, turning the lock on before closing the door.

After Aventurine Left, Ratio leaned back on his chair and looked down at you.

"We got caught because of you!" You let out in a whispering yell, Ratio looked at you and slapped you on your face.

"Don't talk to me like that, Have you forgotten what you did to me earlier?" Ratio let out as he stood up from his seat, before bedning down and grabbing you by your arm, dragging you and making you stand up on your feet and bending you against his table once more.

"It's not my fault you stepped on the trigger, that was supposed to be for--" You paused in your tracks as your eyes widened, a quiet yet audible gasp escaping your lips as you felt him push his cock in you again. Stretching you as he made sure his shape was remembered.

"What's wrong? Can't talk?" He let out, feigning empathy as he moved his hips slowly. Ratio let out small groans, his hot breath against your skin as he lowered his head and kissed the skin on your shoulder.

"…Pussy too--fuck- full for you to talk?" He added as his movements began to pick up its pace, your head lowered as you let out soft moans, biting your lip as you try to supress the erotic sounds that escapes you.

Ratio just chuckled as he just focused on fucking himself in you, each drag of his cock you can feel its prominent veins. Your walls clenching down onto his cock and no matter how much you deny it, you know deep down you don't want him to stop.

Letting yourself go into the pleasure, you slowly leaned your body down, your mounds smooched down on the wooden desk as you stood on your tippy toes, hips moving in circles against him.

"Sho chlose…please..please" You begged him, your words slurring in the process. Ratio could only chuckle at your antics as he stood up straight, his hands grabbing onto the soft skin of your hips as he then quickened his pace.

Hips thrusting into you, groans escaping Ratio's lips as he muttered your name. Your eyes rolling at the back of your head as you cried in pleasure, moaning and calling out his name.

"Cumming!…Cumming!" You let out in between groans, with a few more thrusts, Ratio pushed his cock deep in you before coats of white painted your walls, your legs shaking as your nails scratched onto his wooden desk; Squirting as it covered you down to your legs, liquid dripping down onto the floor.

Ratio then pulled out of you as he took a seat down, admiring his work before grabbing onto your ass with both hands and spreading your folds open, letting his cum drip down.

"You look appealing this way than when you run your mouth…" Ratio let out, moving his face close to you and kissing the cheeks of your ass.

"Shut the fuck up…My body hurts…" You complained, Ratio chuckled before he then grabbed you by your hips and let you sat on his lap, kissing your forehead.

"Rest for a bit before you leave and go to detention." Ratio let out softly, taken aback…your eyes widened and you looked at him to which he raised his brows.

"What? You think just because you let me fuck your pussy good, you're getting out of trouble? Think Again."

You hate him, so fucking much…

[sailorstar9]

F/N's Boyfriend Had a Wedding with His First Love, So She Reconciled with Her First Love

Warning: Anti-Gorou, Anti-Kokomi, Angst, Modern AU

Trigger warning: Cheating

The day F/N's boyfriend's first love was discharged from the hospital, he drove dozens of kilometres to see her and held a small wedding ceremony with her.

Gorou explained, “Kokomi will never be able to walk again. This is her only wish. I couldn't refuse to help her fulfil it.”

“And what about me?” F/N retorted. “What am I supposed to be?”

On stage, F/N's current boyfriend was deeply affectionate with someone else.

Off stage, F/N's ex-boyfriend sneered at her, “F/N, I thought you would be doing so much better after leaving me.”

Kinich, F/N's ex-boyfriend, was standing beside her at that moment, his voice dripping in sarcasm. “So, this is all it comes to.”

F/N was momentarily stunned, pressing her lips together without saying a word. She just stared at the two people in the centre of the hospital lobby.

Gorou knelt on one knee, placing a wedding ring on the bride sitting in the wheelchair.

At that moment, the room erupted in applause. The atmosphere was vibrant and Gorou lifted her veil.

F/N finally saw the star of his show; Gorou's first love, Kokomi.

The crowd began to chant, “Kiss, kiss.”

Kokomi, unable to stand on tiptoe, lifted her head and pouted her lips, looking at Gorou with eyes full of affection.

Perhaps because he remembered her, his girlfriend of just over two years, Gorou hesitated for a few seconds, then finally kissed the side of her face. At that moment, he looked up and saw F/N standing on the outskirts of the crowd, with Kinich hovered by her side.

Gorou was immediately stunned, his expression flustered as he released Kokomi's hand and made to move to chase after F/N. “F/N, I...”

Kokomi quickly grabbed his arm, her eyes tearing as she pleaded, “Gorou, you can't just leave me like this.”

The guests, unaware of their situation, turned their gaze towards F/N and frowned, disapprovingly. “Who's this woman? What's she doing here? She's ruining a perfectly good wedding.”

F/N didn't bother responding, instead she took out a phone and made a call, her eyes fixing on Gorou.

The brown-haired man shook off Kokomi's hand and in front of everyone, took a few steps to stand before F/N. “F/N...” he then glanced at Kinich, his hand clenched in a fist. “Koko had a car accident and she might never walk again. She just wanted someone to help her experience what it's like to be a bride.”

Kinich chuckled lowly and causing Gorou's face to darkened instantly. His arms tensed, vein popping as he looked at F/N with restrained emotion. “F/N, I'm sorry. I messed up. Can you...”

“Madam?” F/N's called went through and her secretary's voice sounded on the other end.

“Anisa, schedule a meeting with the CEO of the Orobashi Group.” F/N put the call on speaker. “I'm quite sure Ms. Sangonomiya will be very interested in hearing about her shameless boyfriend-stealing daughter.”

“At once, Madam.” Anisa ended the call.

“Gorou,” F/N turned to her now ex-boyfriend. “She just wanted someone to help, but why did that someone have to be you?”

Gorou understood F/N's meaning and instinctively took a step forward, wanting to grab her. But as soon as he lifted a leg, Kinich stepped forward, blocking him with his body.

Behind Kinich, F/N made a second phone call, this time to her company's HR Director, “Imatani, have Gorou transferred from Planning to Warehouse.”

“Understood, Madam.” the middle-aged HR Director responded.

Gorou, having heard the conversation, paled. “F/N...”

F/N interrupted him, her tone now indifferent. “Gorou, did you think you could do this and not expect any repercussions? Let's break up.”

Before the words had fully settled, Kinich turned back to look at F/N and grabbed her wrist, pulling her away.

As the pair stepped into the setting sun, they remained silent for a while.

“Kinich....” F/N was the first to break the silence. “It's been a long time.”

Kinich chuckled, his tone indifferent. “You know it's been a long time since we last saw each other?”

“Kinich, it's been six years and you still...” F/N sighed.

Kinich took a few steps closer, standing firmly in front of F/N with an undeniable presence. “F/N.” he raised his hand to touch her face, his thumb pressing gently at the corner of her eye. “You like him that much? You couldn't let him go, so you had to go to his wedding to finally give up. Who knew the CEO of the Hakushin Conglomerate would be so sentimental?”

F/N broke away from Kinich's grasp. “Of course I liked him and we were a good match. Otherwise, I wouldn't be with him. But you, you wouldn't still be hung up on me, would you?”

Upon hearing that, Kinich scoffed, “What makes you think I'd still like you? F/N, don't forget you were the one who asked for the breakup. I haven't forgotten.”

“By the way, why were you at the hospital?” F/N thought to ask.

“My stomach was acting up.” Kinich answered.

F/N clicked her tongue. “Kinich, you really are a spoilt brat. Whatever happened to your fiancée?”

As soon as F/N said that, Kinich pressed his lips together, his expression darkening. “She found someone else and eloped.”

Kinich and F/N were college classmates and also each other's first love. In their early twenties, they loved each other with fiery passion. He came from a good family, had good looks and was capable. Such a person was always the centre of attention. It was like that since college; there were always people pursuing him, getting close to him.

But Kinich rejected them all thoroughly. He never gave anyone a chance to get close to him.

That was the security he gave F/N; he was the one who pushed her forward, holding her hand, standing side by side with her.

At that time, F/N had his clear and unwavering love.

But reality was cruel: it first gave F/N a sweet taste only to slap her hard afterward. For the most cliché of reasons, Kinich's family arranged a fiancée for him. At first, he was against it; arguing fiercely, even running away from home. It seemed that F/N was his entire world. Then, his family came one after another: his mother, his uncle, and others, along with that excellent fiancée they always talked about but F/N never saw. Finally, F/N was threatened by Kinich's mother, the Malipo family matriarch; if she didn't break up with him, it wouldn't just be F/N who was in trouble, but also the people around her.

F/N simply told Kinich that she was tired; that love should be happy and joyful and not a lone fight against the world.

Kinich looked at her in disbelief, saying he wouldn't agree.

F/N reminded him that breaking up didn't need mutual consent.

Kinich begged F/N again and again, asking her to wait a little longer, saying he would sort everything out.

But F/N still left decisively; she still remembered his final words, his gaze cold and harsh, “F/N, I'll make you regret this. I swear.”

Shortly after graduating from college, F/N was brought back into the Hakushin Family main house and formally named as the Hakushin successor.

The sudden ring of F/N's phone broke the silence. She glanced at the screen – it was a call from Gorou.

Kinich's expression darkened further as he coldly mocked. “He still has the nerve to call you?”

Ignoring him, F/N answered the call and Gorou's anxious voice came through, sharp and almost grating. “F/N, where did you go? Please listen to me. I didn't know she asked me to help her with this. I was just confused for a moment. That's why I agreed...”

“Gorou,” F/N interrupted him, glancing at Kinich. “I was very clear when we agreed to try this relationship. We cannot betray each other, even if it's just once, even if it was a moment of confusion. It's irreparable. Let's break up, Gorou.

“F/N, I don't agree.” Gorou insisted.

“Breaking up doesn't need mutual consent.” F/N smiled slightly, repeating the words she once told Kinich. With that, she hung up and blocked Gorou's number.

“It's irreparable?” Kinich echoed. “I didn't sense anything unusual.”

“When someone makes a mistake, they have to face the consequences.” F/N stated matter-of-factly. “Isn't that normal?” as if sensing something was off, she turned to look at Kinich,

His greenish-yellow eyes were locked onto F/N, intense and unwavering and his voice was cold. “But I didn't make a mistake back then. It was some coward who decided to leave me. It was she who let go of me, saying she was tired, that she didn't love me anymore.” as he spoke, Kinich leaned closer, his gaze fixed on F/N. “F/N, tell me, who was really at fault?”

“Let's head over to my place.” F/N offered. “I'll reveal everything there.”

No sooner had she spoken, Kinich's phone rang. As soon as he saw the caller ID, the coldness around him dissipated, his expression softening. “Okay, wait for me there.” he responded. “I'll be right over.” and then he hung up.

When F/N saw Kinich in the conference room several months later, her first thought was 'Fate's mood today is hard to assess.'

As soon as F/N took her seat at the head of the meeting table, the conference room door was violently flung open and F/N looked up to see Gorou.

He didn't look well; his face was pale, his shirt was wrinkled, his chin was shadowed with stubble and dark circles under his eyes indicated he hadn't rested well in a long time. Gorou stared at F/N, his eyes reflecting a light she couldn't quite decipher, causing a sense of foreboding to settle in her chest.

F/N made a gesture to her assistant, but it was too late. Gorou walked briskly towards her, his voice filled with sorrow. “F/N, what did I do wrong that you had to break up with me? We've known each other for almost two years. Don't you know what kind of person I am? What happened that day was just a misunderstanding.”

Facing with Gorou's complete disregard for the situation, F/N suddenly realized she had no idea what kind of person he really was; she had only agreed to date him after six months of him courting her. But she hadn't forgotten how he knelt on one knee to put a ring on his first love's finger.

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter followed by few sparse claps echoing in the conference room.

F/N turned to face Kinich, his face all of mockery and Gorou's face visibly darkened.

Before he could react, Kinich spoke first. “Your words are quite interesting. I was there that day and saw you kneeling on one knee to propose to someone else. And now you say it was just a moment of confusion?”” he smiled coldly. “You must be very confused to say something so shameless.”

“What did you say...” Gorou snarled.

“Gorou!” F/N cut him off sharply. “We're all adults. We could've handled this with dignity, but you insisted on making it ugly. You want to know why I had to break up with you? I can tell you clearly: because I find it disgusting. My boyfriend proposing to his first love in front of me; that scene makes me sick every time I think of it. I'll say this once: I have no regrets about being with you. But I'm breaking up with you because you made a fundamental mistake. I can't pretend nothing happened.” then, she waved her hand, signalling her assistant to escort Gorou out.

After the meeting, F/N returned to her office and was startled to see Kinich sitting on the visitor's couch.

Without a word, she opened the top drawer of the side table and took out a pack of half-used quadruplet floral tea. Dropping two scoops of mixed dried flowers into the glass teapot, she then proceeded to make the tea for her unexpected guest.

As the scent of lemon verbena emitted through the room, Kinich's phone started ringing urgently. Pulling out his phone, he looked at the caller ID, kept a hand locked on F/N's wrist and took the call. “Say what you need to say.” he put the call on speaker. “If it's nothing important, don't bother me.”

“Why are you snapping at me, pipsqueak?” Xilonen's irritated voice barked. “I was just calling to tell you that the thing you asked me to take care of a few days ago has been resolved...”

Before the person on the other end could finish speaking, Kinich interrupted, “Did you hear that? This is one of my cousins.”

“Your family is really big.” F/N noted, pulling away her hand to pour out the floral tea. “Besides, what does that have to do with me?”

“How could it not be related?” Kinich ended the call. “I have other siblings. If you want to know, I'll tell you everything.”

Dragging her exhausted body, F/N made her way home. But as soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Gorou who was squatting by her door.

When he noticed F/N, he quickly stood up and rushed over, catching her oof guard as he wrapped his arms tightly around her. “F/N... I was wrong. Please don't break up with me. I really know I was wrong. I've already sorted out things with her. I promise it won't happen again. It was all my fault before. I didn't know what came over me.”

“Gorou,” F/N pushed him off. “I'm sorry, but I never loved you from the beginning.”

“Stop...” Gorou sniffled. “F/N, please stop...”

Just then, Kinich arrived and he swung a fist at Gorou before he pulled F/N to his side, a deadly gaze staring at the other man.

As if realizing something, the defeated Gorou let out a self-deprecating laugh. “I get it now. It always has been him.” then he turned and stumbled towards the elevator.

Kinich's attention finally turned to F/N. Reaching into her bag, he took out her keys, unlocked the door and pulled her inside. “You promised you'll tell me everything.” he reminded.

F/N just sighed and walked into her kitchen to bring out a tea set and a pack of half-used sextuplet floral tea.

As the reunited pair sipped the fusion tea, F/N revealed everything; about how Kinichi's mother had laid out her ultimatum.

That night, with the aid of the blood orange infused tea, F/N had a good night's sleep. When she opened her eyes again, Kinich was sitting by the window, gazing at her with a gentle expression.

“Come here.” Kinich reached out a hand and pulled F/N into his arms, before engulfing her lips in an intense kiss.

When they broke apart, F/N felt a cool sensation spread across her fingers. Looking down, she realized Kinich had slipped a silver ring onto her finger.

“F/N,” Kinich whispered, nuzzling her ear. “I want to hold onto you.”

After that day, Kinich and F/N got back together.

When the Hakushin family matriarch, F/N's grandmother found out, her eyes turned red.

Kinich's mother came to see F/N in a rush after she got off work. She was usually a poised, composed and impeccably dressed woman. But now, her hair was dishevelled and she was visibly agitated.

“Why didn't you tell me you are the Hakushin heiress?” the Malipo family matriarch demanded. “If I had known six years ago, I would've...”

“You would've what?” F/N curled her lips in a small smile. “Broken off Kinich's martial contract because the Hakushin family is among the top elite and therefore more influential?”

“Mom, have you ever thought that maybe the reason I was with F/N was not because of her family?” at some point, Kinich had appeared beside F/N.

“Fine.” the elder Malipo woman relented. “My son has grown up.”

A/N: My first Kinich post. Hopefully, he won't dodge me after this.

[neiptune]

just her color

cw: 2.7 wc, female reader, violence, gore, it gets pretty descriptive, slightly nsfw (y'all have sex lol), dark academia(ish) setting

“A girl has been found dead on campus” Jean’s brows are furrowed as he skims through his twitter timeline “shit, I think I know who she is?”

“What?” Sasha straightens up in her seat, iced latte promptly put down. The table grows silent, you’ve grabbed Jean’s wrist to peek at his screen in disbelief. Someone dying at your college, the most boring place on earth, is difficult to believe.

“Holy shit” you let go of your friend’s wrist and meet Sasha’s gaze “it’s Yuki. Remember? She used to be in our history class”

She opens her mouth in a small “o”, realization freezing her surprised features.

“Nakamura Yuki?” Eren’s breath catches in his throat “that’s impossible, I literally saw her last week. Didn’t she tutor students with you, ‘Min?”

“Yeah but that was last year” Armin shakes his head “what the hell happened? From what I remember she didn’t care for parties or weird companies”

“Not sure, they’re jut saying she’s been found outside her dorm” Jean puts away his phone with a grim look on his face, cappuccino long forgotten. Connie used to have a crush on that girl, he hopes to find him before he has the chance to get the news from social media.

“Do you guys think it was an accident?” all pigment seems to have been sucked out of Eren’s face and you instinctively push back some of the hair from his forehead.

“An accident? What d’you mean?” you tilt your head to the side, pose the question carefully weighing each word.

“I don’t know. Alcohol poisoning? Maybe someone spiked her drink?”

A shudder teases your spine, almost makes you retract your hand. “So you’re saying… someone did it?”

“Not on purpose. I’m just speculating”

“Why?” Sasha chimes in “stop it, it’s weird. If something’s off, the school is gonna tell us”

“Yeah, right, they definitely will” you scoff.

“Maybe it was like a heart attack” Armin seems unconvinced himself as he finishes his tea, surely gone cold by now.

“Sure, that sounds likely” you push back the mug containing your black coffee, suddenly nauseous “next time my parents ask how things are going up here, I’ll finally have the perfect answer. Oh, you’ll never guess the novelty: girls are being murdered on campus now!”

“No one’s been murdered” Eren is annoyed and eager to change the subject. Everyone else is too. You kinda get it: it’s weird that a girl you all somehow knew is suddenly dead, it’s even weirder that something so dreadful had to happen on your campus of all places.

On the slopes of mount Rokko, in Kobe, nothing really ever happens. You attend a private university that counts a few thousand students and an international exchange program that no one really ever applies to. Your professors like to call the insistution “Kobe’s best kept secret” but to you that’s just a pretentious way to present an old school with an even older set of rules that simply make your lives excruciatingly harder. No visits allowed except for graduations or special ceremonies, everyone is supposed to be in their rooms by 9:30 pm (as security keeps a record of students who are caught roaming in the corridors at night), no one is allowed to leave the building except for Sundays and even then if you don’t have your identity card with you, the chances that you’ll spend the night in the woods are pretty high because security doesn’t really give a shit.

But if they don’t mind leaving students locked outside for the night (it has happed), the appreciation for bribes runs equally high: it’s not uncommon among students to offer as much as ¥308,230 to buy their silence for a plethora of activities. Money is power even on top of mount Rokko and it can be used to secure sex, parties, drugs, alcohol, just like it does anywhere else.

Which is why everyone seems to be asking themselves the same question: who the hell used money to secure an assassination?

Soon after the finding and despite the rector’s efforts, Yuki’s picture was passed around in group chats and social media posts like a collectible card. Most senders had the decency to forward the blurred version of the photo but pretty much everyone saw the first, original variant, and the school couldn’t keep it a secret for a minute longer: a murder it was.

You spent the following days unable to get proper sleep, eyes wide open scanning the ceiling for the majority of the night, the image of that girl’s empty, horrified stare chasing you until dawn, pulse rapidly tapping against your skin at the thought. Sasha doesn’t speak of her nightmares but you’re sure they resemble your own dreams: one hand pointlessly closed around a pale throat slashed open, the dark halo of thin hair framing a face gone cold, liquid red lipstick smeared across lips like a macabre tribute to joker.

If few can get out of the school, basically no stranger can step foot inside. Which means, and every single female student is painfully aware of it, that they are sharing their campus with a killer.

You’ve all been moving in packs lately, no girl has been seen wandering around the school without her friends or boyfriend and you’re no exception: if Sasha is almost always escorted by Jean and Connie, Eren basically refuses to leave your side and has been staying the night more and more often.

“I know cops freak you out” he tries to keep the spirits high, indulges in some humor to ease part of the tension in your shoulders as the investigation unfolds and strangers search your dorm a million times.

“Pigs” you utter under your breath shortly before flashing a smile to one of the officers you pass by on your way to class “how dumb d’you have to be to be still groping in the dark? They’re clueless”

He shrugs, trying hard to suppress a smirk because what the hell, they’re only there because a girl has been murdered and it wouldn’t be appropriate to smile “they’ll never figure it out anyway”

You look up at him, confusion evident by the crease between your brows. Eren clears his throat.

“Everyone knows the school wants to handle this shit internally” he lowers his voice in a murmur “I wouldn’t be surprised if the rector was actually trying to get rid of them”

“What the fuck? Why would he do that? Parents are already freaking out, threatening to pick up their kids and cancel their enrollments, does the rector want to reign over an abandoned bulk of shitty old bricks?”

“How much did you look into those articles about our school that Armin sent us last year?” Eren tilts his head a little, an amused twitch of the lips indicating that he’s about to do the thing you hate the most: be a smartass.

“Not much” you stand defeated and your boyfriend grins.

“It’s not the first time someone’s died here, Gako has a pretty long history of secret societies that are believed to have performed some fucked up initiations. It’s mainly why we don’t have them anymore, at least officially. The degree of independence from the rectorate was pretty high, they essentially had an agreement: vivit et vivet”.

“What?” your brows furrow, skeptical. Eren basks in your confusion.

“Live and let live. Keep your nose out of our business and we’ll do our best to stay discreet”

You refrain from asking where the fuck he even learned latin as a more urgent question arises. “But why would the rectorate even agree?”

“Those students came from some of the richest, most influential families of the Taisho era. Gako cares a lot about history and tradition and…”

“Prestige”

Eren nods.

“They kept the money flowing and the name shining. Those societies were Gako, I bet our current rector himself is an ex member of the Cauda Venenum or whatever the fuck it was”

There’s a pause as the story sinks in, all the implications that single revelation could hold. “Wow. You seem to have really enjoyed those articles, Armin must’ve been thrilled”

He laughs a bit at that and shrugs, pulls you closer to his body, pretends not to notice the inkling shadow of suspicion quivering beneath the surface of your words.

You don’t point out that what happened to Yuki is far from resembling an initiation, nor you dwell on the main undertone of the entire conversation: if what Eren said is true, the case could very well remain unsolved and the murderer would be allowed to roam free through the halls, perhaps for evermore. The mere thought sends a chill down your spine. Vivit et vivet.

The Yuki topic is banned from being discussed with Sasha, she gets nervous really easily and is already painfully on edge every single day. Despite Jean and Connie basically never leaving her side, you know part of her wishes she had a boyfriend to rely on or keep close at night, one that would pull her into him as she wakes up from those hellish nightmares, chest heaving painfully. That’s precisely why you don’t bring up Eren to her: not his weirdly cemented assumptions, not the fact that you want to keep your distance for at least a day or two. And so, as it often happens, Armin becomes the designated listener to all your bitching and moaning.

“He’s just being weird, I guess” you grumble over breakfast, a portion of blueberry pancakes covered in dense syrup “and I don’t know how to make it clear to him”

“How to make what clear to him?”

“That he’s giving me the creeps”

Your friend chuckles at that.

“I’m sure Eren’s simply as freaked out as everyone else, he’s just trying to make sense out of the whole thing. I do appreciate that at least someone went through the material I shared, though”

“I was plannin’ to” you protest “eventually”

“Sure you were” Armin rolls his eyes but there’s fondness in his resigned gaze.

A comfortable silence drapes over the two of you as you keep eating, the chatter floating around the mess hall reaches you like the rolling of heavy, long sea waves. There’s a storm raging outside, although not much can be seen from the stained glass windows that are closer to the vaulted ceilings than the long, wooden tables filled with students. The only real indicators are the distant rumbling of the thunder and a group of pupils who barged through the doors soaked from head to toe.

“I know you’re just as scared, y’know” Armin calmly cuts through the silence, eyes on his now empty plate “even if you always wanna act all tough”

“Yes, I’ll admit I’m slightly nervous at the idea that a murderer is currently wandering around our school and that our rector may very well be doing nothing to actually find said homicidal maniac” the words come out harsher than intended so you try to soften them around the edges “sorry, I just… it’s shitty. And I feel like I don’t get to complain because I have a boyfriend who is always making sure I’m not lonely or scared while…”

“Sasha doesn’t?”

Ugh, Armin. Ever the receptive empath.

You hang your head lower, shoulders hunched. He offers another one of his gentle smiles.

“A student has been found with her throat split open, on campus. I think you get a pass for being nervous about it, even if you have a boyfriend”

“Thank you, ‘Min” the smile you offer in exchange is probably not as sweet nor fully persuaded but you do truly appreciate his courtesy.

When you get back to your room at the end of a very long, tiring and unfortunately wet day (you 100% forgot to bring your just-in-case umbrella and thought running would be a safe, dry enough strategy to bolt from one class to the other), all you want is to kick off your muddy shoes, add some logs to the fireplace, take a piping hot shower and melt into the comfort of your bed. However, it’s not often you have the room all to yourself: Sasha is going to spend the night in Connie’s room, the only place in the entire school where she feels safe enough to get a good night sleep.

You decide to text Eren and ask him to come over. Although you never directly addressed your concerns or discomfort, he must’ve sensed the desire to keep to yourself for a few days and he’s been gracious enough to step back and grant some space. You don’t necessarily feel guilty about it but you’d lie if you said you didn’t miss him and his stupid, sometimes awfully inappropriate jokes. You’re in love with him after all, insufferably in love one could say (and Jean has before).

Eren is the one person you’d do everything for, the only man you could dedicate your entire life to. And it’s not just because he’s attractive, emotionally intelligent, a good friend and just generally a kind, good-hearted person. It’s because he loves you just as much, knows that you were made for each other, like a perfect match determined by a superior force, some higher power, a deity that held a flame to both your hearts and sealed your fate for all eternity. That’s how being in love with Eren feels.

That’s what you always think about when he fucks you into the mattress, as you moan as loud as he likes it, as you beg for him to go faster, harder, whenever he teases you with a painfully slow roll of the hips. He knows you belong to him just as much as he belongs to you and, god, what never fails to send you over the edge each time is the thought that he adores belonging to you more than he enjoys owning you. You have him, all of him, and by god you’ll make sure that never changes.

Tonight, the thought of Yuki infiltrates your brain once more, no matter how much you work to keep it at bay. What did she feel while being slashed open? Did she die from damage to the trachea or the carotid arteries? The latter seems to be more likely, the blood vessels the run up each side of the neck will bleed profusely if severed and she did bleed a lot, probably ended up chocking on her own blood, right as the blood flow to the brain was compromised. Still, you hope her heart didn’t stop too quickly.

Most people believe that cutting a human’s throat is the same as slahing open an animal’s. But you’re not supposed to place the knife at right angle only to press and draw it across the skin: the best way is actually to find the soft spot below the junction of the jaw and the neck, position the point of the knife right there and thrust it in, gently guiding the blade along the bundle of neck cords until you reach the same soft spot on the opposite side. The correct location is not hard to find: tracing a finger back from the lower jawbone to the place where the bone turns upwards and then lowering it slightly is just enough.

You wonder if forensic pathologists have been allowed to take a look at the body, if the autopsy reported that a right handed person has firmly restrained the victim from behind despite no weapon having been recovered from the crime scene.

What a loss, ever the tragedy, a young and pretty life being severed so early on. She was lovely, especially with that little cherry lipstick she’d always carry around, the one that complimented her fair skin perfectly. You didn’t want her to bid farewell to this world with an ugly face, not when red looked so good on her. Burgundy was just her color.

Eren is showering when his phone, left on your nightstand, lights up.

(Aiko, 10:07 pm) hey!

(Aiko, 10:07 pm) working on that paper today was really fun :) wanna meet up again tomorrow?

(Aiko, 10:08 pm) this time I promise coffee is on me

Good grief.

There’s never really an end to the ladies you have to deal with, is there?

[strangemaleswaps]

Strange Funeral Swap

People chatted with each other around the various rooms at the funeral home, though I couldn't help but feel left out a bit. I was at the funeral of Clarence, my friend Brian's grandpa. I didn't know him too well, besides the occasional visit when I hung out with Brian. He convinced me to come, saying that funerals are a celebration of life, and I was in Clarence's life, even if it was just a bit. I couldn't argue with that, so I did it for him. Clarence would always do little magic tricks involving cards and whatnot, and he seemed like such a nice man. But still, the people surrounding me knew him alot longer, some their whole lives, so I felt like an awkward weirdo standing around while Brian talked to the rest of his family. 

After a while the ceremony started and I felt like even more of an outcast when people started crying. After what seemed like forever, it was finally over and Brian thanked me for coming. He said that they were doing the burial the next day, but I didn't have to come. I couldn't anyway, as I had to work.

As I walked out with Brian, I noticed a man sitting on the bench in the hallway outside. He was an old guy that had a pretty big gut and looked like he was missing a finger. I think I saw him a bit earlier but I wasn't sure. I couldn't help but feel his eyes burn into me as I moved by.

Just then I realized that I had forgotten my car keys on the table inside so I ran back into the main area to grab them. The whole place was empty so I quickly made my way into the other room where I found my keys, and back out. But I nearly had a heart attack when the man from before had snuck in while my back was turned. I didn't even hear the door open!

“Hello,” he said. Creepy.

“Uh hi,”

“Shame that Clarence is no longer with us.” I started to get uncomfortable so I slowly began walking away.

“Yeah it's sad.”

“How did you know him?”

“I uh. My friend's grandpa-”

“So you're not related to him?” He interrupted.

“No”

“Good” He then gave an evil grin. I had my hand on the doorknob when suddenly he reached his hand out and a bolt of purple lightning struck me in the face. I think I blacked out but I wasn't so sure.

“Sir. Sir. Sir!”

I woke up to the sound of a man's voice. When I opened my eyes, I realized he was the mortician who arranged Clarence’s funeral. The way he was looking at me, I could tell he was angry but was trying to hide it. I was sitting on a bench in the hallway. How did I end up here?

“Oh, what?” I said in confusion. What was even more confusing was the fact that my voice sounded so gravelly.

“Sir, there is another funeral starting soon. I'm going to have to ask you to leave,” he explained hastily.

“Ok sure.” There it was again! Why did my voice sound like it's dying?”

“Wonderful. Now please hurry up. I have a few more things to set up.” With that he quickly turned around and walked into another room.

The last thing I remembered was that old guy talking to me in the room. He hit me with lightning or something. That must've been a dream but why did I black out in the first place? I guess it didn't really matter. I started getting up, only to find doing so was a lot more difficult than normal. What’s worse was that I noticed I was wearing a completely different suit than I was before…and I gained a lot of weight! My belly was huge, so much that I noticed the buttons on my shirt were starting to give way. I looked at my hands. My fingers were huge! They were like sausages, only wrinklier. I also found that my right index finger was missing. Amputated. God what happened to me?! I searched around for a clue and found a piece of paper in my jacket pocket. It looked like a letter of some sort.

Dear Ron, sorry I had to do this to you but it is what it is. I'm sure you've noticed by now but you're not in your own body anymore. You're in the body of me…well at least the body I was in when I met you!

What? That old guy. Oh no. He's right! These are the clothes he was wearing when I saw him! I continued reading.

You see, Clarence isn't dead. But that body that was in the casket sure was. How is that possible you ask? Well it's simple really. I am Clarence. Like anyone my age, I craved youth. But unlike the others, I actually did something about it. With a simple spell, I swapped my body with someone else's. I desired a young, fit stud, but unfortunately the spell backfired and I ended up in that old guy you're in now. But fret not. The spell could be used one more time! When I first saw you, I knew you'd be my new target. I'm loving your body though, you're a hunk! Too bad for you though. You must've aged at least 40 years! Not to mention gained at least 200 pounds. Well good luck on your new life!

No way! I was stuck like this? I couldn't get up by my legs alone, so I had to use my arms to force myself off the bench. When I got up, I nearly fell right over as the weight of the new body made me lose my balance. I tried walking around like I used to, but found the gut kept hitting my arms so I had to stretch them out a bit further. My knees were killing me under all the weight, making the trek to the nearest bathroom a difficult one. I walked inside and sure enough, the mirror revealed that I was now in the body of an old man. I grazed my hands along the unrecognizable face, feeling the wrinkles that weren't there before. At first I was relieved that I still had hair despite the receding hairline, but then I touched the back of my head, revealing a large smooth bald patch.

I can't believe just like that, I was 40 years older. I glanced down at my pants, realizing that I needed to know what my dick looked like. Expecting the worst, I unzipped my pants to find I couldn't couldn't actually see it past my gut. But I reached my hand down there anyway to find I was incredibly hung! My new buddy started growing, even though I should've been turned off by a gross old man's body. But my dick didn't lie; it actually grew so far out that I could see the tip past my enormous belly. I quickly took my jacket off, and unbuttoned my shirt, to find a fleshy pair of man tits and the now revealed gut. I started jerking, and watched the tits and gut swing around like they were made of jello. I walked over to the mirror and stared at myself as I jerked some more. I came all over the bathroom mirror, and as I cleaned it off, I realized that I didn't know where this guy even lived. I reached into his jacket pocket to find a pair of keys and a wallet with an address on it. I guess this was my life now. At least I can jerk off with a huge dick anytime I want…

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

Wedding Day - Rooster

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw / Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Mentions of Pregnancy, Third Person POV Focused on Rooster, Reader - only description is that reader is a woman, No Use of Y/N

This work, all of my other works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only.

Summary: It's Bradley's wedding day and he can't wait to see his wife.

Master List

The Bradshaw wedding was a very long-awaited event for everyone involved. They had been engaged for about three years now, but there was a very good reason for delaying the actual wedding itself for so long.

And that was the arrival of one Caroline Bradshaw, who just happened to be born roughly nine months after her parents actually got engaged. So, you can do the math. They certainly did when they found out about their little surprise.

But the wedding was finally here and they were finally going to get married.

Rooster, dressed in his dress whites, followed the photographer’s instructions and stood on the end of the porch, facing the ocean. They were already at the ceremony venue, but Rooster had not seen a single second of his fiancée during the entire morning.

But now it was time for the first look and he couldn’t wait to see his fiancée in her white dress.

He didn’t want to spoil anything for himself. He always walked away or made some noise to try and change the subject when anything about the wedding dress was talked about in his presence. But ever since he found out that Hangman somehow already saw the dress, Rooster was antsy.

After all, she was going to be his wife. Not Hangman’s. And not anyone else’s either.

“Alright, you can turn around,” the photographer called out.

Rooster turned around, expecting to see his soon-to-be wife standing there in all her glory, but instead his eyes dropped down to the little girl in a blush pink dress trotting towards him. He let out a stunned gasp and bent down to greet his daughter.

“Hey, Baby,” he cooed, pulling his daughter in for a hug. “Oh, you look so pretty in your dress. Can you do a twirl for Daddy?”

“Yeah!” Caroline called, jumping around to show off her dress.

“Aw, you’re so beautiful in your dress, Care,” Rooster praised, picking her up and setting her on his hip. “Did you get ready with Mommy?”

Caroline nodded, playing with the medals pinned to Rooster’s dress whites. Rooster, even though he assumed that one of the bridesmaids was going to have a problem with it, pulled his hat off his head and placed it on top of Caroline’s before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“How’s Mommy doing, huh?”

“Good,” Caroline held out, grabbing Rooster’s collar to steady herself. “But it’s a secret!”

“A secret?” Rooster repeated, causing Caroline to nod furiously. “Oh, well, I don’t want you to get in trouble with Mommy.”

“Nope!” Caroline agreed, to which Rooster laughed and pressed another kiss to her cheek.

“You’re so pretty, Baby,” Rooster praised his daughter again. “You ready to walk down the aisle with all the petals like your Aunt Penny showed you?”

“Yeah,” Caroline giggled as Rooster nuzzled his nose into her cheek.

“God, I can’t wait to see your reaction on her wedding day,” Hangman commented, walking up to the father and daughter.

“You say that again and I’ll throw you in with the sharks, Bagman,” Rooster replied, dead serious as he hugged his daughter protectively to his chest.

“Noted. So, there’s a small change in plans. There was some issue with the dress and the future Mrs. Bradshaw needs some more time to get ready, so you’ll just have to wait until the actual ceremony to see her.”

“Is everything okay?” Rooster asked worriedly.

“Penny told me that everything is under control and I trust Penny, so I’m sure it’s handled.”

“Alright,” Rooster agreed, nodding along. “Well, then we better get to the ceremony.”

Thirty minutes later, Rooster stood at the front of the chapel, waiting patiently for his fiancée to arrive and walk down the aisle. Caroline already did her part and was happily sitting on Maverick’s lap, playing with her small bouquet.

But then the bridal suite started up and everyone rose to their feet. The doors opened and Rooster took one look at his soon-to-be wife and immediately started bawling. Holding a hand over his mouth to try and stop his lips from wobbling, Rooster couldn’t help how his body shook with absolute joy as the love of his life walked down the aisle to him.

The dress was everything that he pictured and more and frankly she could have been wearing a table cloth or a potato sack and he still would have married her right then and there with no questions asked. And when they locked eyes and he saw that she was smiling at him, hell, he nearly melted into the floor right then and there.

“Hey,” she greeted him softly, taking his hand and stepping up.

“You’re so beautiful,” Rooster choked out, absolutely radiating love and joy.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” she joked, trying to not burst out into tears herself.

They managed to get through the ceremony without too many more tears, even after Caroline trotted up with the rings. They held hands and faced each other with glowing smiles as the officiant finally declared them as a married couple.

“I know declare you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

And Rooster didn’t waste any time in gathering his wife—that’s right, his wife—into his arms and planting an emotional kiss on her lips. If he didn't pull back with a matching shade of her lipstick, he was going to be disappointed in himself. Cheers echoed around the chapel as the newlyweds pulled away from each other.

Waving at the crowd of their friends and family, the newlyweds made their way back down the aisle, holding hands and absolutely radiating joy. While their guests headed to the reception hall, the two of them posed for some more wedding photos.

“So, there was a problem with your dress this morning?” Rooster asked his wife, who smiled softly.

“Oh, yeah. I had to wait to get into it.”

“Why?”

“Well, I had to wait for my maid of honor to return with some pregnancy tests and—”

Rooster whipped around to face his wife with wide eyes. He nearly tripped over the grass and went tumbling, but she held him up, just like she did when she told him the first time.

“You’re serious?” Rooster asked her, holding her hips and sliding his hand around to her belly that wasn’t even there yet. “You’re pregnant?”

“That’s what the tests say,” she told her husband—that’s right, her husband.

And the wedding photographer made sure to get plenty of shots of that series of happy, tear-filled kisses for their wedding album. 

[ask-sister-solaris]

sjsndbd you can keep sending me asks i literally do not mind them i love your ideas sm. you're actually helping with muse it's insane.

But since you insist, i had an idea in mind, and then i forgot, and then i saw your reblog and remembered again so !!

could i possibly get another egon x reader (i literally love egon i am not sorry about this) where the reader is a little bit religiously traumatized and they have a call there, but they physically cannot step into the church bc 1) their family went to this church, and 2) everything is coming back after almost forgetting about everything so egon has to comfort them.

Sorry if that's a little dark but that's me being angsty 💀

*rubs hands together* I also have religious trauma so les goooo

“I promise you’re okay Dove”

Egon Spengler x Reader

Warnings: angst, religious trauma, implied 🍇

Panic set in even before you’d gotten into the Ecto 1. The call you’d received was from a church, the Catholic Church to be precise. The one your parents attended when you were young. Egon knew you didn’t like churches somewhat but he thought it was just because you were a scientist and you didn’t believe the stupid bible stories.

You took your meds and got into the Ecto 1 all kitted up and ready. As Ray pulled up to the church your stomach did flips and suddenly you were back to your 7 year old self.

You were only young, seven years old nearly 8. Your parents were taking you to Easter service at the church near your apartment. You were dressed up in a pretty blue dress with a little bow at the back and your hair curled. You never understood why exactly this was so important but you enjoyed the free chocolate.

Of course you’d never worn a dress of this style to church. It came to your knees and was very poofy and femme. The dresses you usually wore were ankle length, and a peachy colour. You didn’t argue though because good girls never argued. As you approached the church the pastor was welcoming everyone, and though you nor your parents saw, he was eyeing you up.

You sat beside your parents and swung your little legs as the ceremony began. You were old enough to volunteer with the little show they put on and let kids get involved with. Of course you begged your parents and it didn’t take much for them to allow you to. The service itself went smoothly, afterward while children were allowed to play outside on the clear patch of grass and adults were sat around picnic tables talking, the pastor called you over into the church. He told you that you looked very pretty in your dress and that he knew God intended you to find a man soon.

This confused you because you were only 7 and boys were so blehhhhh. But you just nodded and smiled and turned to leave. The pastor asked you if you could show him your stockings because they looked so pretty and you foolishly agreed. You thought nothing of it and never mentioned it to your parents. And that’s how it continued every Easter service up until you were 15 and finishing up school.

He tried to get you to strip, going as far as to drag you into the confessional booth and rip your dress. Without going into to much depth he had his way with you and only after you were able to escape and run out screaming and crying. Your dress was in shreds, you were a mess makeup running down your cheeks, and all your parents said was, “you shouldn’t have been tempting him with how short your dress was”

You hadn’t moved from your seat in the Ecto one for a good five minutes, tears were streaming down your cheeks your breathing heavy. Egon told the others to go ahead and he would catch up. They agreed and he waited for you to calm down and come back to the real world. They had things in the car for if Egon ever had a panic attack. He grabbed a sugary drink and something sour for you and that helped you come back to the present.

He held your hand gently and you looked at him. His heart broke seeing how upset you looked. “It’s okay now my dove, I promise you it’s okay Dove”

When the ghost was contained and you were safely in Egons baggy clothes in his bed swaddled up with your favorite drink and snacks Egon put his favorite music on and worked on some paperwork at the desk inside the bedroom. Not even Venkman had cracked a joke about the church, and that was rare.

[nexility-sims]

𝐍𝐎. 𝟒   ❛ 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 ❜   |   NAKAWE SACRARIUM, DEC. 1990

❧  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬  /  𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭.

❛ For the last time, they beheld her. They were each aware of the moment’s passage as it unfolded around them. The day was not endless. This was a transitory reprieve, and life would move on. In the privacy of the sacrarium, they regarded her under this immense burden of knowing. Her likeness would exist in pictures and videos, enlivened yet flat, and it would recede year by year into the haze of memory. This face—vacant and open, touchable, soft skin and fine hairs and curves of flesh that resembled their own—would decay. Already, it had. This was the uncomfortable truth boring into them as an unflinching stare from mortality’s own eyes. Water and time had begun the work, even as the red paint obscured much. Death reshaped her. It gave her a mask. The mask transfixed because it was her, but every second spent gazing at it haunted them.

❧ true fans will recognize the lil speech :^) anyway, funerals are hard. i wasn't sure what to write for this so, of course, i thought about my granny. she looked and felt different as soon as the life left her, and seeing her again later was surreal. anyway 2x, the context that didn't fit anywhere is that beatriz and rodrigo saw safya when she was found, but everyone else except arnaut saw her for the first time this day.

𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 & 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 ↓

Face to face, there was no distance from the fact that she was dead. Hands that once cradled them turned to stone as they gripped her ankles. Lips that uttered loving words refused to part. All warmth had long left, taking with it the possibility of a comforting embrace. She was cold and waxlike now—freakish in her naturality, entrancing and repulsive. Clinging, grabbing, kissing, petting, they were desperate to embody the finality of this farewell. She did not return their affection.

While the people of Uspana gathered to honor the princess, the family turned inward to conducted this ritual in private. A priest offered wisdom and ruminations as they wept. Beatriz laid stones of jade at her feet. They would accompany her into the first of her graves—currency in the underworld and necessary for any traveler. She and Matias wrapped themselves around the corpse and cried, not truly for their daughter, but for their loss. They all understood it was their duty to send her off in the proper way. Her body demanded care, and they gave it. Yet, through each motion, that distance remained. She felt nothing, and every touch was a comfort to themselves, even as the very reality of absence denied them any solace.

Later, they made offerings as her effigy, carved wood and painted red and attired in Safya’s things, was set ablaze. Her true body would go away with less catharsis. It would change like seasons. Some of the family would return in twenty years to collect the bones. Others, they supposed, may return sooner. When they did return to this place, they prayed to do so having been themselves, in some essential way, changed.

TRANSCRIPT:

[P V.O.] This is a place of circularity. We return again and again: to marry; with our children; to become ancestors.

[P V.O.] In old places, we convene to see and to be seen. Our lives are neither singular nor bound by our time.

[P V.O.] Returning to this site, among the dead, where others have gathered before and will gather after, we feel it most.

[P V.O.] Memory of ceremony resides in old places. We let it, here, like blood. Ritual is itself the flint—as it were, whetted by practice.

[P V.O.] Our place in the circle obligates us to be here and to embody ceremony. Yet, obligation is a matter of the heart, not the body.

[P V.O.] To be truly present is a choice—to live, right now, in the body that is excruciated by loss.

[P V.O.] This family marries suffering to devotion in a way that is perhaps violent to the self. Yet, that is indeed how we are asked to mourn.

[P V.O.] Mourning purges the pain, allowing us to be destroyed like the world itself has been. That is circularity, too, in a most sublime form.

[asena-graywolf]

Happy Family Life

You united your lives with Aone 3 years ago. You were each other's only love both in high school and university. Naturally, you decided to crown your relationship with marriage. You got married in a simple and fun ceremony. The side-by-side photo of you at your wedding was still hanging on your bedroom wall. Every morning when you woke up, you woke up to a happy day by looking at that photo.

You posed in an elegant wedding dress, hugging your husband. This was a document of your love. You intend to wake up looking at that picture every morning for the rest of your life.

Because you wanted to live in touch with nature after marriage, you bought a country house in an area away from city life, crowds and noise. Everywhere was covered with trees and grass. You had a cute two-storey house, just like in fairy tales. Moreover, the garden was so fascinating that it resembled your dreams.

Aone would get up before you in the morning. You would get up right after him and prepare breakfast together. Your husband would take great pleasure in making you breakfast. That day, you woke up to such a peaceful morning. As soon as you woke up, your eyes searched for Aone, you thought you would find him in the kitchen preparing breakfast for you as usual. You put on your dressing gown, went down the stairs and went to the kitchen. But strangely, you saw that Aone was not there. You called out to him, thinking he might be inside the house.

“Aone?!” When there was no response from Aone, you tried once again.

“Aone? Where are you?''

Apparently he wasn't at home. He was either in the garden or busy with flowers in the greenhouse. You left the kitchen and went into the hall, then you went out to the living room and through the door of the living room that opened to the glass greenhouse. You found it exactly where you thought it would be. Aone was wearing his gardener's clothes and was working on flowers. You saw him refilling the pots

“Good morning” you said smiling to your husband.

He answered you without looking up

"Good morning. I'm sorry, I couldn't prepare breakfast for you." ''It's not important. "Is there something wrong?" you wondered.

"Unfortunately, the three naughty kittens I once rescued from the street are now big enough to enter the greenhouse and knock over the flower pots."

You responded with a giggle.

"Oh my God! I don't believe. "How did they get into the greenhouse?"

"I forgot to close the door when I left here last night. "The door was left ajar, so they entered and broke everything."

''Look at the naughty kitties! They'll make trouble for my husband! "Now they will see their day" you said jokingly

Aone was focused on what he was doing and had to ignore your joke. You cleared your throat

“Okay…then let me prepare something for you. "You'll need energy to refill the broken pots."

Aone replied as he grabbed handfuls of soil

"Don't bother. I'll eat later. You have your breakfast, then feed those three naughty cats. "If I finish work, we can garden together."

You patted Aone on the back

"I'll take care of the garden. After saying "Do your job in peace", you gave him a kiss for luck. While kissing your cheek, you felt his smooth skin on your lips.

You left your husband alone with his work and returned to the kitchen. The three kittens Aone rescued from the street have now turned into beautiful adult cats. You called your cats, as soon as they heard you they came to the kitchen and started rubbing on your legs.

"You naughty bastards! So, you broke into the greenhouse last night and knocked over the flower pots. "Lucky for your cuteness, otherwise you would be deprived of a delicious breakfast this morning."

You put food in your cats' food bowls. Then you washed your hands and set about making sandwiches for yourself and Aone at the counter. Next to it, you would squeeze the juice from the oranges you picked from the orange tree in your garden.

Aone loved orange juice. Tomatoes, ham and cheddar cheese were indispensable for him in the sandwich. You've prepared a sandwich just like Aone likes it. You filled the oranges with juice and took them to the greenhouse.

“Aone? I made your favorite sandwich. Come on, eat something. "Then you can keep on your work."

''Y/n. "Didn't I tell you I would eat later?" he said to you in a calm tone.

"You said you know, but I couldn't stand you working on an empty stomach."

Aone sighed. He took off his gloves and took the tray from your hands.

"Bon apetit to you.I will finish my breakfast soon and go out to the yard."

Aone called after you as you exited the greenhouse.

"Leave Kame in the yard. Let him wander around a bit. "We'll put him back in its nest in the evening."

''Ok. "I'll handle it," you said as you walked in.

You went back to the kitchen and had your breakfast. It looks like your cats had also had their fill and were asking you to play. You took them out into the garden. At least they would play by themselves and not bother you

"Cuties" you muttered while looking after them

As soon as you finished your work in the kitchen, you went back to your bedroom and changed your clothes. Since you will be working in the garden, you chose comfortable and loose-fitting clothes. You didn't forget to wear your gardening overalls. Before going to the garden, you took your pet turtle, Kame, out of his nest.

"Good morning Kame! "Come on" you said and took it between your palms.

"Shall we go out to the garden together? What do you say?''

You gently caressed the turtle's shell and then went out into the garden. You put the turtle down and then started to do your work.

But before that, you had another job. You walked into the backyard and stopped in front of the rabbit cage. You had four rabbits: brown, white, black and black spotted. You made an area for them in the backyard. You would take them out of their cages every morning, feed them, and let them wander around the backyard until evening.

You and your pets were like a big family. You took care of each of them as if they were your own children. You and your husband were both a very animal-loving couple. You had a very happy and joyful life. Your only wish throughout your life was to live in this house and in this environment with your family until you die.

"Good morning, my babies!" you greeted your rabbits with a smile. You took them out of their cages and released them into the garden Aone had left lettuce and carrots in the cages for the rabbits. You put them where your rabbits can eat them. You won't die or leave having left something and you could get your work done in the front yard

You returned to the front garden and looked at the strawberry seedlings you planted in your tiny field. Strawberries were starting to ripen, and since it was summer, they were ripening fast.

You went to the nearby tank, took the watering jug and filled it with water from the pump. Then you started watering your strawberry seedlings. You cut the weeds that had started to grow around them. Now your seedlings looked healthier than before. The strawberries of one of them looked ripe. It was big and red. You immediately plucked it and popped it into your mouth.

The taste of organic strawberries created a flavor explosion in your mouth. I wish there was more for you and Aone to eat You've finished watering and pruning your strawberry seedlings. You did not need to spray them because they were not infested. Next was to prune the apple, lemon and orange trees. Since the fruits of the trees were ripe, they had to be collected.

You used to pick fruit from the tree with Aone. Aone would hold a basket in his hand, lift you onto his shoulders, and give you access to the tree. This way, you could reach the fruits more easily, and Aone would fill the fruits you collected into the basket.

You would either sell the fruits or make products such as pickles and jam from them.

You entered the greenhouse to look for the fruit basket. While you were in the greenhouse, you wanted to tell Aone that you had to take care of this now. But it looks like Aone wasn't done yet

"Dear, we need to pick the fruits. Can you help me?''

Aone stopped putting soil in the pot

"If your work is not done, I can handle it alone."

He answered you while taking off his gloves

"How will you handle it alone? You know we have to wait a while to get a new staircase."

You fluttered your eyelashes

"But you're not done yet"

"Come on," he said, going out of the door and into the garden.

You followed your husband. When you arrived under the fruit trees, Aone lifted you onto his shoulders and you picked the fruits one by one, starting from the lemon tree first.

When your basket was full, you got off your husband's back

''Babe?''

"Hm?"

"Gardening is a lot of fun, but…doing that with you is more enjoyable."

Aone wasn't used to this kind of compliment. Until he met you, no one had made him feel this valuable. During his high school years, no one would sit next to him when he got on the train. You were the first person to sit next to him. Aone didn't tell you, but he was so happy when he finally realized he wouldn't be traveling alone. He was so happy that he almost cried Aone bowed his head at what you said. Naturally, you were worried because he wasn't responding.

''Dear? What happened? "Did I say something wrong?" you touched his arm curiously.

He turned to you and put his arm around your shoulder.

''No. "You didn't say anything wrong," he replied.

"Then why did you remain so unresponsive?"

It seems like Aone had feelings to express to you. She put the basket on the ground. She sat on the grass. He made you sit in front of him.

''Do you know? "When you suddenly said that, my high school years came to mind."

You giggled

"We were two young lovers then. "It was beautiful, wasn't it?"

Aone nodded.

"No one has ever valued me this much. Besides you. Admittedly, I had social phobia at that time. Because of the serious expression on my face, people were afraid of me in the places I entered. I would travel alone, even on the train. I hated it when people looked at me like they saw a ghost."

You placed your palm on Aone's cheek

"I wish they could see the goodness and kindness in you. "You may have a tough exterior, but your heart is hot as fire." He held your hand on his cheek with his big palm and gently caressed your fingers.

"I didn't tell you, but the day you sat next to me on the train, I couldn't hold back my tears of happiness. Could such a terribly tyrant-looking man cry? Of course he would cry. The day you agreed to be my girlfriend was the biggest turning point in my life. Even if my happiness that day killed me, I was okay with it. Because I was with you, y/n.”

Aone's words were enough to move you. You tried not to show that your eyes were filled with tears.

“Aone…you are truly a man with a heart of gold. I'm so lucky to have you as my husband. "You are the person I love most in this life."

With his thick fingers, he gently cupped your chin and locked his eyes with yours.

Even though he had a serious and stern expression on his face from years ago, you saw the kind and good-hearted man behind that look.

"I've never talked to anyone for this long. For the first time, I started chatting with you using long sentences. "You know, when I spoke, my teammates were surprised by it."

You held each other's hands tightly and looked at each other deeply.

"It's okay if you don't talk to them. "All I care about is you."

He smiled slightly at you. Only you understood that he wanted to laugh sincerely, even if it was forced.

You both stood up.

''Come on! "There's still a lot of work to be done," you said, and you and your husband set about your daily work.

Your days have always been like this. You were busy gardening and feeding your animals from morning to evening. Sometimes you would go on nature trips with Aone. You were trying to go fishing at a nearby lake

So the months passed.

One day, while you were getting dressed in the bedroom, Aone texted you. You took your phone and read the message

Come to the backyard

You were afraid that something bad had happened to your rabbits and you went down the stairs at full speed in panic.

You went straight to the backyard and saw Aone looking at your rabbits from behind the cage

“Aone? Did something happen to the rabbits?"

Aone gestured for you to come with his hand. You walked next to him and watched the rabbits from behind the cage.

A soft feeling filled you when you saw the view. One of your rabbits had babies. And there were exactly 6 of them.

"Oh my God! I cant believe. How did we not notice? Six cute baby rabbits. Our family is expanding," you said happily.

“I wanted you to see this too,” Aone said to you in a soft voice.

You had something else on your mind. Good news you should tell Aone

"Um…Aone" you said and couldn't hide your blush.

Aone looked at your face as if he wanted to hear something from you.

''I have something to tell you''

''Yes?''

Aone suddenly became serious. He was suspicious that you were going to give him bad news.

"I think…we will have a baby in 7 months too"

The serious and cold look on your husband's face was replaced by a sweet and surprised smile.

“Y/n? Is this…is this really true?”

''Yes. I was going to tell you today. I found it more appropriate to say it as soon as I saw the baby rabbits."

Aone's big hands found your belly that hadn't grown yet and caressed it.

"I will teach our baby to love nature. Because he is the child of a dryad. Yes y/n. You are my dryad"

You embraced each other with love and from that day on you started counting the days for your baby.

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Did you remember my ''Kittens'' scenario? Aone was rescued three fluffy kittens from street. These cats, the same cats. They're just grew up. Aone has really golden heart man. I love him so much

[changingplumbob]

Romero Household: Chapter 1, Part 7

Time for photos followed by the reception! I love love ❤️

Marta’s first language is Spanish so she is teaching Keira (and me) some common Spanish words/phrases Carino: Term of endearment for a loved one Gracias: Thank you Te amo: I love you

The new Mrs and Mrs Romero took time in the garden following the service to take their official wedding photos.

For their photo in front of the church Keira lifted Marta up on her back causing the shorter woman to develop a case of the giggles. While Marta takes a moment to catch her breath Keira gets a photo with her two best men, Alexander and Joey.

Despite protests from her brothers Keira managed to get a photo with her siblings, and the boys weren’t picking on each other in it for once. Then away with the men! Kayleigh gets a photo of all of her daughters and daughters in law. Then Keira and Marta hold each other close for a photo with Keira’s parents. The lighting has been so good to us! I was so worried it would be raining hard here.

The party head to the back of the church where the reception has been set up. There the wonderful cake Stefan made is on display.

Marta: Carino, you remembered I wanted a pink one!

Keira: I did *starts speaking to the crowd* Alright everyone, thank you for joining me and my wife-

Everyone: *cheers*

Marta: *giggles* Gracias for joining us on this special day, and being part of a ceremony we will never forget

Keira: It’s time to do battle against this cake. Do you think me and my wife can win?

The audience laughs while Keira grabs the appropriate knife and waits for Marta’s hand to lay on top of hers.

Marta: *whispers* You ready

Keira: I’m ready. Here’s to our forever sweetheart

Together the pair guide the knife down the cake through the layers, working together to keep the cut on track. They finish to a round of applause which causes Marta to tear up again.

Keira: Are you alright? I’m worried you’ve cried out a lake since this morning

Marta: *sniffles* I’m just so happy

Keira: Make sure you have some water soon

Marta: *smiles* Is that your first wifely request?

Keira: Almost first. I would like to do the traditional feeding each other cake

The pair feed each other, taking care not to smudge their lipstick. They call guests for cake but many haven’t visited the church before and would rather head inside to get some photos with the decorations.

Keira: Thanks for coming Samir, I know crowds are not our thing

Samir: *chuckles* Not even a little

The pair walk over to where Marta is already chattering to Reece, the two of them sometimes speak so fast it’s hard for anyone else to keep up.

Reece: Hey Keira. Your vows were great by the way

Keira: Gracias. I was so worried I’d forget what I’d written, especially when I saw how beautiful my wife looks

Marta: *blushes* One day we’ll get tired of saying wife in every second sentence

Reece: I doubt it. I never get tired of saying Samir is my boyfriend

Samir smiles proudly while the women tuck into their wedding cake.

Then it’s time for the first dance to begin. Marta begins to sway before the music even starts and Keira smiles. She’s glad she married such a spirited woman.

🎶Something happens when I hold her🎵 🎵She keeps my heart from getting older🎶 🎶When the days get short🎵 🎵and the nights get a little bit colder🎶 🎶We hold each other🎵

🎶Everything looks different now🎵 🎵All this time my head was down🎶 🎶He came along and showed me how to let go🎵 🎵I can't remember where I'm from🎶 🎶All I know is who I've become🎵 🎵That our love has just begun like oh🎶

Keira: So our forever starts now

Marta: *smiles* It started when we met but this has been a lovely highlight

🎶You give me chills and I can't imagine you leaving🎵 🎵If I could build a perfect person honestly you would be it🎶 🎶And you know nobody knows you like I know you🎵 🎵I can't wait to come back home so I can hold you🎶

Marta: Te amo

Keira: I love you to

🎶Something happens when I hold her🎵 🎵She keeps my heart from getting older🎶 🎶When the days get short🎵 🎵and the nights get a little bit colder🎶 🎶We hold each other🎵

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[beaniebeensbaby201]

SOULMATES PART 2

Jake sully x NA'VI reader

SUMMARY; Y/n and Jake have had feelings for each other for a while. The only problem is that y/n's parents have forced her to be mated with Zo'at who was a great warrior. (Her parents are very close friends with Mo'at and Eytukan,(to make it clearer Mo'at is y/n's Aunt.)This is before the battle in the first film.

Part 3 is coming soon

Do not copy my work

It's been a few days since y/n and Jake have had their late nights together. Y/N still questioned what happened, why was their so many Atokerina's surrounding her?

"You are silent today" Neytiri observes, Mo'at was teaching the other healers.

"I was with Jake the other night. We were on a date and I went to break up with him." Neytiri gives me a sad look and places her hand on my shoulder for comfort.

"But some how Atokerina's surrounded us, I mean many of them did. What would that mean?" But before Neytiri could answer it was her Aunt.

"You're thinning the paste, it will be no use if you over mix it." I hadn't realized I was still mixing the paste as I give Mo'at a sheepish look as I felt my cheeks heat up as the other woman giggled.

Mo'at walked away as I dropped the tight woven bowl that was made out of vines.

"Do not listen to your parents, you must follow your heart. You deserve happiness, my sister." I smiled at Neytiri.

"What will I do without you?" Neytiri laughs lightly.

We both giggled. Lessons were over as I was riding my Ikran. I heard a whooshing sound and a cry of an Ikran behind me.

"Follow me." Jake took the lead as he took me to the opposite direction as we were heading towards the sacred tree.

The breeze blew against my face as I felt the mist come from the floating mountains.

I knew Jake was taking us to our spot, but I didn't realize that he was going to be taking me directly to the tree.

"Jake?" I called out to him, but he didn't respond. I sighed, I knew he was in his thoughts.

My heart still yearns for him, as I want him to be mine. But I knew that my family will do anything to get us to separate.

We were about to reach the ground as I hopped off my Ikran. She flew back as she went back towards the sky. Jake kneeled on the ground. His hair was different, his hair was in a ponytail as he had two pieces of braids framing his face.

I stood next to him, as I reached my hand to touch his strong bicep.

"Jake." I tried to turn him around to face me, only for him to start talking, still facing the tree.

"I'm one of the people now, or I will be soon. I want you to be my mate, I don't want you to be with Zo'at." I sighed, I squat down next to him as I leaned my cheek on his shoulder.

"I wish I could Jake. Trust me, I would choose you if I had a choice. My parents have me set with Zo'at, after the ceremony tomorrow." Jake takes a deep breath.

"You're making this hard, Jake." Jake shakes his head, his muscles flexing as he stands up.

I quickly move so that I did not fall.

"You're not thinking with your heart. You're doing this to please others." I let out a frustrated sound.

"I'll- I'll learn to love him." I saw Jake cringe when I said that.

He grabs onto my biceps with both hands. I stood still, not knowing what to do.

"Don't hurt yourself doing this." He leans his forehead against mine. I shake my head, resting my hands against his face.

"Eywa gave us a sign. We're meant to be, not you and Zo'at. I love you damn it! I never thought I'd love a woman like I'd love you." I bite my lip to keep it from trembling.

"Fuck!" I hissed, moving my head to bang lightly on his chest.

Jake gently rubs his rough thumbs against my cheeks as I started to silently cry.

"Hey." He whispered, trying to pry my face off of his chest. I hold him closer to me.

"I have to do this Jake. It has to be done." Jake was angry, angry at her for not listening to her heart.

"Baby c'mon." His voice cracked, she hated seeing him hurt. Worst of all, she hurted him.

"Eywa made a mistake. This, this is one of them." I quickly ran, Jake called after, but she was already on her ikran.

"I love her, please. Eywa, show her how much I love her. How much I need- no want her. My heart beats for her, Zo'at does not show affection. He does not care for her, he won't love her the way I would. And I will do my damn best to keep her happy." Jake stayed for a moment. The Atokerina's were back, Jake smiled as he looks up at the tree.

He will fight for her. He will do everything to find her.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

"get me a damned matcha" | Chapter 24: May II

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✧ pairing ➼ levi ackerman x fem!reader, college x coffee shop x roommates!au ✧ summary ➼ After you find yourself plagued with misfortune due to struggles in your personal and family life, you find yourself needing to move last minute. As a junior in undergrad with little money and little social support, you considered yourself lucky when you found a sublease that was close to campus and was relatively cheap. Unfortunately, it seemed that your roommate did not seem to be so excited regarding your presence. ✧ content/warnings ➼ hurt/comfort, explicit mentions of grief, levi being comforting in his levi way, happy ending tho :3 ✧ word count ➼ ~5.7k

Graduation was exciting, but also overwhelming. Given the shitshow that was your undergrad experience, you were more than ready to finally receive that piece of paper that indicated that you had earned your degree—but the ceremony itself was more burdensome than it was enjoyable. The ceremony was boring, the weather was too warm, you got little to no sleep the previous night due to the anticipation, and you wore a horrifically uncomfortable dress, which was only exacerbated by the heat and the cheap graduation gown.

This wasn’t a sentiment that was isolated to you, but most of your friends were able to get through it by being motivated about going out later in the evening. While it sounded exciting to you at first, the thought of socializing and masking for literally the entire day sounded more exhausting than if you had to completely repeat the semester. You respectfully declined, and suggested grabbing brunch in the morning instead if your friends were really adamant on spending time with you. 

You were more than exhausted by the time you got home. You had been sitting out in the sun for hours and although you were proud of yourself for finally graduating, part of you wished that you had opted out of walking. You immediately disappeared into your room, throwing off that annoyingly uncomfortable dress and changing into your oversized t-shirt and pajama shorts. As soon as you were in more comfortable clothing, you collapsed onto the couch, immediately sticking your head in Levi’s lap, not caring that the paper that he was reading was technically being held right over your face.

“Bit eager, aren’t we?” he mumbled as he raised the packet and looked down at you.

You scrunched up your nose at his comment and lightly smacked his shoulder in retaliation.

“Figured you’d be going out,” he noted, going back to reading his paper, although he held it off to the side so that he could see you in front of him.

You sighed, turning your gaze from him and up to the ceiling.

“They wanted to go bar-hopping,” you grumbled, clearly annoyed at the conversation you had with your friends earlier. “Needless to say, I wasn’t interested. They were being a pain in the ass and trying to pressure me into going. Ruined my mood.”

You looked back over to Levi and saw the slightest hint of an upward turn at the edge of his lips, in addition to an amused look in his eyes as he glanced down at you.

“What?” you asked in a somewhat defensive tone.

“Nothing,” he said, looking back over to his paper. “Just glad you’re standing up for yourself now.”

You immediately sat up, raising your eyebrow at him. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Levi sighed and set his papers down on the other end of the couch.

“It means that you used to let people push you around to no end,” he mentioned, looking directly into your eyes. “Remember that dick that ran into you when you were picking up the pastries for the very first time?”

You looked down at your lap, recalling that day nearly a year and a half ago. Someone had run into you and then started publicly scolding you as if you were the one that was in the wrong. At the time, you just kept your head down and left. If that happened today, you’d probably happily tell him to fuck off. Levi had a point.

Pouting, you laid back down onto his lap, trying to ignore the unamused look he was shooting your way.

“Am I wrong?”

It took you a little bit to respond.

“...No,” you eventually grumbled reluctantly, frowning after he didn’t respond for a few seconds. “What?”

“Quit being dramatic,” he scolded, flicking your forehead immediately afterwards. “It’s a good thing.”

You scrunched up your nose at him, let out a quiet ‘hmph’, and then rolled over so that you were facing away from him.

Levi simply sighed and picked up his paper again to continue reading, although he was a bit more distractible now that you were lying in his lap.

You shuffled backwards to lean into him a bit more, the pout staying persistent on your face until you noticed a familiar piece of mail on the dining room table. You reached out for it, sitting up once you started reading it.

“What’s this?”

He looked up at you for a split second before looking back down at his paper.

“Lease expires in two weeks,” he mumbled. The piece of mail was a renewal notice. You still had a few days before it was due. “Didn’t want to fill it out yet.”

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Why not?”

“Wasn’t sure what you were doing after graduation.”

“...Oh,” you said quietly, looking down as a bashful smile crept onto your face once you realized that he had been waiting for you to make a choice before he signed anything.

“Looking for another roommate sounded like a pain in the ass,” he continued, “so wanted to wait and see what you were going to do first.”

In reality, the last thing that Levi wanted was to have you move out, but he also didn’t want to force your hand if you really did want to move out and pursue post-grad opportunities.

“Well,” you started, pausing a bit to think about what your plans actually were. You hadn’t really thought about it. Your entire goal was just to graduate. Your endeavors after graduation were never at the forefront of your mind. 

“I was actually thinking of sticking around to flesh out my book,” you eventually said. It was true. That was probably the most realistic choice for you. There wasn’t anything else you could think of that you actually wanted to do.

“Guess I’m stuck with you for another year then,” Levi grumbled, although the slight upwards tug on the edge of his lips gave away his true thoughts.

“Don’t be a grump,” you protested, sitting up and taking the papers out of his hands, immediately eliciting a tut of irritation out of him as you set them down on the coffee table. You immediately placed your hands on his shoulders and threw one leg around him so that you were straddling at him as you looked at him straight in the eye.

“Unless you want me to move out,” you said with a sigh of feigned frustration, sticking out your bottom lip into a pout. “I can start looking for other places. I don’t have to stay in this boring little town full of those ‘annoying undergrads’.”

He raised his eyebrow as you poked fun at his propensity for dismissing any undergrad that dared to cross his path.

“You’ve barely moved on from being an annoying undergrad,” he muttered with a frown. “Now you’re just annoying.”

“Well, then I’ll annoyingly look for another apartment, I guess,” you grumbled as you rolled your eyes.

You let out a squeak of surprise as you felt his grip tighten on your hips, before pushing you both off to the side, effectively flipping you over so that he was now the one on top of you.

“Don’t you dare, you little shit,” he scolded as his voice dropped in pitch, a dark look entering his eyes as he saw your shit-eating grin steadily grow on your face.

He was only able to hold his scowl for a few seconds before it broke and he leaned forward to press his lips against yours, although part of you thought the kiss was primarily to stop you from forming a sarcastic response.

The kiss was preferred anyway, so you weren’t in a rush to form that response, electing to bring your hands up to his cheeks and hold his face as you kissed him back, moving your lips gently against his, the corners of your lips turning up into a smile as you fell into his embrace.

The feeling of him pressed against you always felt electrifying regardless, but his touch was so much more euphoric now that the stress of school was off your plate and you were actually able to relax without any immediate worries. It allowed you to focus on him and only him.

Despite the shitshow that led up to your graduation, now that you were here, life was generally good.

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Levi made good on his promise to visit Isabel and Farlan once a year. He had taken them to the local amusement park last year, but he chose to drive home himself this time, although there was a more personal reason attached to it as well: visiting his mother’s grave.

Being in that little break between graduating from school and beginning any type of full-time job, you decided to tag along. Plus, having been in an official relationship with Levi for a little over six months at this point meant that you were itching to meet the two people that he could legitimately call his found family.

You looked out the window as Levi drove through his hometown. He clearly knew it well and while it wasn’t exactly “well off”, you at least saw that it had a sense of community, which generally meant more than anything else when it came to the state of the neighborhood. 

Levi didn’t really get to experience that community as a kid. He got taken in by his uncle after his mother died and got cut off from it throughout the rest of his childhood. It wasn’t until meeting Farlan that he was finally able to experience it, although he was already an adult by that point in time.

Part of you expected them to be as uptight as Levi seemed when you first met him, but that wasn’t the case at all. Farlan was chill, charismatic, and impressionable. Isabel had a shit-eating grin that rivaled your own and seemed legitimately fascinated over the recent developments in Levi’s life, even if they seemed insignificant to him.

You and Farlan immediately hit it off and you were somewhat fascinated that someone as friendly as him got involved with Levi, whose personality was somewhat abrasive towards people that didn’t know him. You knew that you were certainly put off by his personality when you first moved in.

Levi continuously shot unamused looks in your direction as you chatted with Farlan, with you both somewhat making fun of him, although it was all regarding things that both of you mutually found endearing about him—his need for cleanliness that was taken to a whole other level, but translated to him making things as least chaotic as he could; his harsh commentary in addition to his inability to tolerate people, which translated to him being much more authentic around the people he did want to spend time with; and of course, his short stature, which he honestly couldn’t really be bothered to truly care about.

The four of you spent the morning and early afternoon together, ending your day at the local park. It was conveniently on the way back to Farlan’s apartment, so your entire group sat around and chatted for a bit before heading your separate ways.

You were confused when you didn’t head towards Levi’s car, instead being brought in the opposite direction. You didn’t mind. You assumed that it was Levi’s way of wanting to spend alone time with you—you did enjoy your romantic walks, after all.

You had your arm looped around Levi’s, hugging his arm as the two of you walked down the street. You figured that he just wanted to roam around his hometown for a bit until you saw that he seemed to be directly headed towards a flower shop. Instead of walking past it, he made his way inside. 

“Flowers?” you asked, unlinking your arm from his so that you could fit through the narrow doorway.

“Mother’s Day,” he whispered back towards you, looking at you over his shoulder before heading towards the back, seeming to know exactly what he wanted to grab.

“Oh…” you responded quietly, trailing off, immediately understanding why he was here. 

You knew what this day must have meant to him, and you didn’t question it. It brought up confusing emotions within you as well. You hadn’t even really had the chance to think about how Mother’s and Father’s Day would hit differently once your parents were gone. You had been too busy drowning in your own grief to even register whenever the holiday had arrived.

Levi knew exactly what flowers he wanted to pick out, making a bundle of yellow poppies, red carnations, and pink gladioli. It was clear that he had done this before.

You waited as he formed his bouquet, your eyes scanning the flowers on display, although it wasn’t exactly the presentation of the flowers that was on your mind.

You hadn’t gotten a chance to memorialize your parents. Sure, it had been a few years, but your aunt wasn’t particularly good at handling or communicating over these types of things and you had spent all your energy trying to suppress your grief to properly mourn them. It brought up complicated feelings within you.

You were silent as you walked with Levi to the local cemetery. Although your head was a swirl of mixed thoughts and feelings, you kept silent, knowing that right now was an important time for Levi to process. That was the singular thought you held onto when your thoughts wanted to spiral down into a shitshow of chaotic feelings.

Once you got to the tombstone, you noted that it was significantly more well maintained than the other ones were. This didn’t come as a surprise, knowing Levi, and you watched as he brushed off some of the debris that had gathered over the tombstone before replacing the former dead flowers with the new ones he had just bought. You read the engravement as he stood back up, seeing that his mom did indeed pass quite a while ago, and that Levi would’ve been just a small child when she did.

“She got sick a lot,” he muttered.

You looked over at him, your eyes widening a bit. Levi wasn’t one to really directly talk about these things, and you appreciated the fact that he was able to be vulnerable around you, especially in regards to this topic. He had mentioned this a few months ago during his birthday, but the pain and resentment in his voice was just as severe.

“It was just us, so she worked more,” he continued with a sigh. “A lot more.”

He shuffled around, placing his hands in his pockets in the way that he usually did when he felt either awkward or uncomfortable. 

“I was too little to really help out,” he mumbled as he looked back down at her tombstone. “It wasn’t until later on that I realized that’s why she was always sick.”

He paused, staying silent for a few seconds, and you struggled to read his expression.

“Never appreciated that enough as a kid.”

You noticed a brief hint of resentment enter his eyes as he gazed over to the grave next to his mother’s. It was also clean compared to the others in the cemetery, but not nearly as tidy as his mother’s was. Upon seeing the name carved onto the other tombstone, you were able to deduce that it belonged to his uncle that had taken him in after his mother passed—Kuchel and Kenny Ackerman, Levi’s mother and uncle, and although they were both blood relatives that raised him as a kid, he had vastly different experiences with each of them, which was reflected in the maintenance of their tombstones, with Kuchel’s being clean and tidy as if it was brand new, and Kenny’s being a bit less well kept, although it was clear that at least some effort was still being put into maintaining it.

“...You must miss her,” you eventually said. “It’s been so long.”

After a while, he took a deep breath.

“Yeah.”

You stood in silence for a while longer, allowing him to process the emotions that must have been coming up as he stood in front of his mother’s grave. Your gaze fell on the tombstone again, and your mind wandered to the case of your own parent’s death. 

You tried to imagine being able to do some type of memorialization to get closure for your parents, and your breath got caught in your throat when you realized that you couldn’t really. They weren’t able to be properly buried and therefore couldn’t have a proper funeral. The fact that even that basic act was robbed of them—and your ability to find closure robbed from you—made a pit in your stomach grow that threatened to swallow you whole.

You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t even notice when Levi started to walk away. All of your memories with your parents that you had repressed throughout the past few years came flooding back. You remembered having a generally happy childhood, with your parents always being able to comfort you when you were upset and provided you with the support that you needed, sheltering you from the horrors that the real world came with. You had mixed feelings about the sheltering, knowing that it made your adjustment period significantly more difficult, but it provided you a sense of comfort as a kid that you haven’t really been able to get as an adult.

You let out a shaky breath as your grief threatened to take over you again, as if there was literally a storm cloud surrounding your body.

You had no closure for your parents and they were just gone in a flash. A part of you even felt guilty for not being closer to your aunt since she was your last living relative, although your resentment towards her helped to mitigate some of that guilt. You realized that your parents had missed out on all your milestones: prom, high school graduation, college acceptance, getting dropped off at college, and then college graduation.

You remembered watching your classmates, both in high school and now college, get celebrated by their parents while you were either forced to be alone or be in the extremely unpleasant environment that consisted of being around your emotionally abusive aunt. It was a mix of grief over your parents’ absence and saltiness towards your classmates as they shoved the happiness that was robbed from you in your face.

They had missed all those milestones and would continue to miss them, and although it was much too soon for you to even begin thinking about marriage—they wouldn’t be able to go to that either.

Your thoughts began to manifest into the tears that were gathering at the corner of your eyes and you desperately tried to pull yourself back before you ended up having a meltdown on the spot.

You didn’t even notice when Levi had called out your name after noticing that you hadn’t moved from your spot. He eventually placed a hand on your shoulder, slightly shaking you to see what was going on. The motion startled you, causing you to flinch, with a stray tear escaping from your waterline to begin running down your cheek.

“Sorry,” you said quietly, quickly wiping the tear away and hoping that he didn’t notice. “Got distracted.”

It was Levi, so of course he noticed. He didn’t know entirely what had happened in your head, but he could tell that something was wrong, although he didn’t push it, unsure if you were in the right headspace to talk about whatever it was that you were trying to process.

The two of you were originally going to head back to campus after the visit to the cemetery, but Levi saw that you were being very quiet. Your mood had clearly changed and it wasn’t something that you’d be able to shrug off. It was important enough to have pulled you into your head, even as you desperately tried to claw your way back out.

He bumped into you a bit to get your attention, and the slight amount of contact allowed you to somewhat orient yourself, although the world still seemed murky around you.

Levi motioned towards a small building at the end of the street.

“Come, lemme show you somewhere I went to a lot as a kid.”

~~~~~

Ice cream shop plus kid Levi was not something you would have immediately put together. You thought it would have been some type of secret hideout or something along the lines of that, but he just ended up taking you to a local ice cream parlor. You would have been able to predict it if you weren’t so completely wrapped up in your head—you do gravitate towards food when stressed, after all.

The two of you sat at a small table at the inner corner of the shop, so you weren’t particularly bothered by people coming in and out. He ended up ordering a small bowl of pineapple sorbet that he was steadily eating, while you poked at your mint chocolate chip bowl without really eating it.

“You’re moping.”

Your passive stirring of the melting ice cream halted and you looked up at Levi with a frown.

“I’m not-”

You paused as a pout formed on your face, your bottom lip sticking out a bit, although there wasn’t a playful pretense attached to it this time.

“-moping.”

“Well,” he said with a sigh, sitting back in his chair. “There’s only been one other time that I’ve seen you not eat.”

It irritated you that he remembered that one night when you first moved in after you had a shitty phone call with your aunt that resulted in you moping around for the whole night instead of eating. You remembered him dragging you out of the house and taking you to a diner that night. It was one of the first positive interactions you had with him.

“...I hate you,” you grumbled. You both loved and hated how observant Levi was. He could always tell when something was bothering you, but it also meant that it was next to impossible for you to successfully mask in front of him.

“It’s your parents, isn’t it?”

You immediately averted your gaze, knowing that you’d be one step closer to having a meltdown if you looked directly into his eyes.

“I don’t want to talk about it, Levi,” you mumbled, clenching your jaw.

He didn’t push it—something you were silently grateful for. Levi always offered the space for you to talk if needed—which you generally took and accepted—but he never once made you feel like you had to talk. He simply continued leaning against the back of the chair, although there was a slight hint of concern in his eyes.

You brought a small scoop of the ice cream to your lips, with the dessert being more liquid than it was solid at this point.

“...We didn’t get to bury them,” you said quietly, almost hoping that it was too quiet for him to hear. You looked up and saw that he was looking directly at you, indicating that he was listening.

“...They died overseas,” you explained, your voice getting a bit more audible. “They had left for vacation. I didn’t go because I had school. I was expecting them to be home in two days and then they were just-”

Your breath got caught in your throat as you looked down towards the ground, getting more upset as you were pulling up the memories. 

“They were just gone,” you whispered, your voice dropping in volume again. “We had to put an empty coffin into the ground—twice.” 

Mentioning the events surrounding the time of your parents' death brought all the grief that you had been suppressing back again. You thought it had gotten better. You were able to talk about them for a while without immediately falling into a slump, but you were still here in turmoil upon remembering.

“It’s been years,” you hissed, your tone having a mix of sadness and anger within it. “It’s been years since they’ve died. It’s been years since it’s happened, so I don’t know why I-”

You heard your voice begin to break as your breath got caught in your throat. You immediately stopped talking and gave yourself a minute to breathe to prevent yourself from having a full meltdown in the middle of an ice cream parlor.

“...it’s been years, so I don’t know why I still feel this way.”

You were never given a proper chance to grieve the death of your parents. You never got any closure and were forced to instead internalize all of the pain without a single clue over how to move on.

“...I’m sorry,” you said quietly after Levi didn’t respond for a while.

“Don’t be,” he muttered as he got up from the chair, collecting both your ice cream bowls and tossing it into the trash behind him. He gently placed his hand on your shoulder and nudged you to stand up.

“C'mon,” he said, motioning over towards the door, also noticing that the parlor was starting to get a bit noisy. “Let’s get you some fresh air.”

~~~~~

The silence was appreciated—you weren’t in the mood to talk. You couldn’t even mask. Even if Levi didn’t already know what was wrong, you wouldn’t be able to hide your distress from him.

Plus, you felt absolutely terrible for getting as upset as you did. 

Today was supposed to be Levi’s day to visit his mother’s grave, and yet he was the one providing you comfort. While you knew that you couldn’t help feeling what you felt, part of you was still upset at yourself for not being able to mask better.

You were quiet for the entire walk to the park, looking down at the ground in front of you with your hands tucked into the pockets of your jeans. You had a blank expression on your face, but Levi knew that “blank” was that last thing that you felt. 

The two of you eventually arrived at a bench and you followed Levi’s lead as he took a seat.

It was getting late in the day. The sun was going to go down within the hour and most of the children had been picked up and taken home. Thus, you were more than a little annoyed when you heard a commotion from across the park.

When you saw what it was, you got even more annoyed.

It wasn’t anything bad, per se—but it provided you with a punch to the gut. 

You scowled with resentment in your eyes as you saw a group of high schoolers getting picked up for prom, with them all dressed in their silly little formal outfits as they gathered in excitement for pictures and to ride their expensively rented limousine to the prom venue. Some parents tagged along as well, no doubt celebrating their children’s path to graduation.

Given the context of what you had to deal with that day, seeing this sight left nothing but a sour taste in your mouth. Sure, you had attended prom and put on a smile throughout the whole thing, but that was the last thing you felt. You went out of a sense of obligation and you didn’t even get to fully experience the joy that was supposed to come with it. It was just a waste of time and money at that point.

Your scowl did not go unnoticed.

“It’s normal,” Levi said, sitting forward so he could see you better. His voice dragged you out of your clouded thoughts and you were able to finally remove your sultry gaze from the pack of overzealous high schoolers.

You looked over at him, unsure as to what he’s referring to.

“To be pissed at them for having what you don’t.”

Your lips parted a bit, having not expected Levi to be perspective enough to even observe the minute details of your chaotic and resentful thoughts. You frowned again and looked away towards the ground, glaring daggers into the wood chips.

“I’m serious,” he spoke again, nudging you to get your attention. “You know why I was pissed at undergrads for so long?”

You glanced over at him, but otherwise remained silent.

“Watching all of you running around without giving a single shit about anything,” he continued. “Only caring about what party to go to, or what fraternity to get accepted into or whatnot—it pissed me the fuck off.”

“Is that why you were always so grouchy?” you mumbled dryly, recalling how sour his mood always was when you first moved in.

He nudged you in retaliation for your comment.

“My piece of shit uncle made sure that I wasn’t able to get that college experience that you all glorify so much,” Levi muttered, clearly still holding resentment towards his lack of an enjoyable undergrad experience. “So yeah, I found myself more than a little pissed when I was forced to be exposed to it all the time when working.”

You knew what he was getting at. The underlying theme between what he was sharing and what you had been feeling throughout the latter half of the day was resentment.

Levi was saying that he understood your resentment and more importantly, that you shouldn’t guilt yourself for it. It was normal.

After a few seconds of silence, you slowly opened your mouth again to speak, looking up to meet his eyes that had a touch of concern hidden behind them.

“How am I supposed to live with this?” you asked, your voice merely a whisper. “Every time it’s brought up, I feel myself get upset—and every time, it’s getting harder and harder to push away-”

“Then don’t,” he immediately answered, barely giving you enough time to finish your sentence.

“What?” you asked as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Don’t push it away,” he reemphasized, shuffling in his seat so that he was facing you directly, his body turned towards you so that you were right in front of him. 

“Look at me,” he sternly commanded, grabbing your shoulders and turning you to him as you began to stare at the ground again, before lifting your chin so he could look directly into your eyes.

His gesture, tone of voice, and words were all making it so that the emotions you were trying so hard to keep in check were rapidly bubbling up within you. It made you feel like you wanted to throw up. It was a horrible feeling and your immediate instinct was to push them away again, but that was the exact opposite of what Levi was trying so hard to get you to do.

“It’s okay to miss them,” he spoke with determination in his voice as he looked at you, his gaze unwavering. “And it’s okay to grieve them.”

Those were the words that you both dreaded and needed to hear. It was the final crack that forced the wall that you had built around your grief to come crashing down on you. Your eyes began heating up as tears gathered, and that’s when you knew that any further efforts to suppress your emotions would only end in failure.

Seeing your reaction, Levi immediately wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in, allowing you to cry into his shoulder, his fingers gently running through your hair as a small gesture of comfort.

It wasn’t until now that you’ve realized that you never let yourself fully cry about your parents’ death. It was always triggered by or channeled through something else. You never once gave yourself the grace to allow yourself to just feel your loss and learn to make room for it.

“You’re not alone,” he whispered into your ear, planting a quick kiss on your head.

This was what you needed. Levi provided you a space to just…cry. No further words really needed to be exchanged. Words of comfort were welcome, but not needed. All you needed was literally just a shoulder to cry on, and to have space to finally process your grief and the years of pent-up resentment and pain within you—and Levi provided you with exactly that.

After a few minutes, you felt your breathing stabilize as you pulled away, wiping the remaining tears off your cheeks, and rubbing at your eyes that were now slightly swollen. A part of you felt embarrassed for crying in public, but Levi was literally your safe space, even in a public park where anyone could technically pass.

“...I’m sorry that I probably ruined your day,” you said with a sniffle as you continued to rub your eyes.

Levi blinked at you as his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

You gave him a sad and sheepish smile, although it looked more like an expression of guilt.

“It was your day to visit your mom’s grave and then I ended up being all grouchy about my own grief,” you mumbled, your voice dropping to a whisper. “So…sorry for ruining it.”

Levi tutted in disapproval and then sighed.

“You’re so stupid,” he scolded as he flicked at your forehead again. The gesture had become endearing over the course of the past year. You had pouted and grumbled the very first time he did it, but now it was his way of reassuring you that things were occasionally not as bad as your mind made it out to be, or that you’d be strong enough to cope with it even if it was.

It was an endearing gesture, but it did occasionally get annoying whenever you were seriously upset, which resulted in a pout appearing on your face. Your bottom lip stuck out as you frowned at him, but you didn’t avert your gaze this time.

“I’ve had time to process,” he said with another sigh. “You haven’t.”

You looked away again, hating that he could make you feel so exposed, yet understood, and horrifically uncomfortable while also providing you with the exact comfort that you needed.

He immediately reached out and grabbed your chin again to force you to look at him.

“It’s okay to grieve,” he said sternly, as if this wasn’t a topic he was willing to budge on. “You didn’t ruin my day, and I’m not mad.”

You looked into his eyes as you let out a shaky breath, trying to convince yourself to believe his words. Levi wasn’t one to sugar coat or lie just to make you feel better, but you still had trouble letting go of that guilt you felt over the events of the day.

“Plus,” he said with a shrug, “it’s not like Mother’s Day was reserved only for me. So quit shaming yourself for something that’s not even a problem.”

Levi had the somewhat fascinating ability to be harsh and immensely comforting at the same time. He was blunt, and it was offensive sometimes, but it also fed into your ability to really trust him to be there in the way that you needed him to be. You knew that his presence, harsh personality and all, was exactly what you needed to be able to process your grief and finally take that first step forward towards moving on.

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[sad-ghost-of-garbage]

Ivy Act V

Author: SadGhostofGarbage

David x G/N reader and Michael x G/N reader

Warnings: MDNI! TOXIC relationships, DARK fic, swearing, cheating on a partner, torture, mental manipulation, pet names, David calls himself daddy but like he’s not wrong. Mentions of sex. Reader having insecurities. 

This is the last part of the Ivy series, unless I decide to write the extra stuff floating around  in my head. 

ACT V WINTER 

You’d do anything for him.

“Nervous?” Paul asks as he helps get you ready for the big night. 

“More excited than nervous. Excited for the first part, nervous for the other part.” And it was true you couldn’t contain how excited you were. The night David set up for the two of you was going to be perfect. He promised, and David never breaks promises. “But I am a little nervous. I… I don’t want it to be like, with him.” Paul puts a hand on your shoulder and turns to face him.

“Hey with David it won’t be that way, trust me babe! With Davey it will feel like bliss, take it from someone who’s been there.” With a wink and an eyebrow wiggle he pats your shoulder and finishes helping you get ready.

The air was cold and the wind carried the smell of the ocean with it. The lights twinkled beautifully laid out with precision to light up the beach and set the mood of the ceremony. Walking down onto the beach with Paul guiding you down the aisle. Tears filled your eyes as you saw the beach set up with lights and an arch covered in white flowers. Standing in the middle of the arch was David, his figure imposing against the backdrop of endless ocean and night. But he made your knees wobble and a smile sprout on your face. 

Perfect.

Just like he promised.

Heat flared on your skin and it made you wince, he was watching you. You hated how his gaze made your skin burn, you didn’t like Michael; he made you uncomfortable. There was something there when you looked at him, a feeling you didn’t recognize and it made your skin crawl. You knew something happened that made Michael attack you. He hurt you, you knew that much; David had to comfort you though nightmares of what Michael did to you. But what caused it you couldn’t remember, David had said that Michael had lost control of his thirst and you were the closest human. Your head starts throbbing and you push your thoughts back to your future husband and sire. David could not keep the smug smirk off his face, as if he was the cat that got the cream. Michael looked to be in pain with tears welling in his eyes, David had said that Michael was sorry but you still chose to avoid him at all costs, preferring to stay by David at all times. Not that the blonde minded, anytime you clung to him or hid in his coat he’d accept you with open arms, gentle teasing and a chilling kiss that left you wanting. You wanted nothing more than to be embraced into his cold arms and spend an eternity there. 

“Don’t worry beloved, you will be soon enough. But we have to get through the ceremony first.” Reading your mind he gives you a heart stopping wink he grabs your hands and turns to the officiator. 

He had to watch.

Had to watch as you looked at David as if he was god, with so much love and admiration. While you cringed and recoiled when you looked at him. Michael thought he had known pain, but watching you kiss David and giggle as the blondes hands wandered all over your body was a hell he wished upon no one. David had done monstrous things to punish Michael for seducing you away, and this was part of his eternal sentence; to watch his mate be blood bound to David forever. The wedding was just a show, meant as part of his punishment. Having to sit through a ceremony where you and David would show how much you loved each other. It was David’s way of rubbing his failure in his face, while getting to flaunt you around like a prize. He wanted to be angry and fight against the sadistic bastard, but he couldn’t not after… not after the first part of his punishment. David was his pack's leader, he was the Head Vampire and Michael couldn’t resist him no matter how much he wanted to. And David knew it too, he got off on the pain he was causing him, he wished David would kill him but that would be too merciful. Michael wanted desperately to warn you, to tell you what David did, but he would never get the chance. Once David embraces you into immortality the bond David created would be near impossible to break. 

The wedding was everything and more. David had insisted you wear white, it didn’t matter what, as long as it was white. He said something about staining it red by the end of the night. Paul had helped you pick out the perfect outfit to wear, and helped you fix your hair. The ceremony had you in tears that David graciously wiped away. 

Perfect.

After the official ceremony is over David pulls you into his arms and begins leading you away. Giggling as the vampire carried you away from the party “bridal” style you ask still giggling,

“Where are we going?”

“I’m taking my mate away from prying eyes, unless you prefer we ‘consummate’ our love in front of the boys. I know they won’t mind.” Even though you knew he didn’t mean sex hearing him say that made a blush heat your entire face as you went to bury it into his chest. “Hey now kitten, no need to be shy, it’s just us.” Murmuring into his chest,

“You say it like we’re going to have sex.” His laugh reverberated throughout his chest tickling your nose as he gives you a cheeky wink,

“I never said I wasn’t going to fuck you senseless.” Gaping up at him you stutter and try to come up with something to say, but David just laughs as you pout.

“You said I would be too tired to do anything after you em-em… uh changed me.”

“The term is Embrace kitten, the change I provide is exactly that, an embrace of my love remaking you into my childe, giving you immortality.”

“You said I’d be tired.”

“I didn’t say we weren’t going to have sex before I changed you.” Your heartbeat quickens and you feel more nervousness wash over you, it wasn’t that you didn’t want to be physical with David, you definitely did but what if you weren’t good enough for the literal god you married? “Relax beloved, daddy’s going to take care of you. You trust me don’t you?” Without hesitation your nodding, 

of course you trust him.

He’s your everything.

“Good kitty. Now let's truly make you mine.”

Winter was your favorite, there was a time when you were tempted by the summer, but David would be there for eternity to remind you that the cold was comfortable and safe, with winter there was no fear of fire. Winter is your favorite.

Taglist: @britany1997 @henhouse-horrors​ Thank you for the support on this series it means so much to me! Props to anyone who can figure out where the lyrics fit into the story lol!

[cursed-encanto-au-blog]

IT’S ME‼️‼️ AGAIN 😨

Yeah I. Have been thinking about this AU for a MINUTE and really wanna draw for it, so any snippets or lore? Angst bruhaps 🗿

(Angst, Oh Boy, Lets just see how a certain event played out)

Bruno hummed softly as he was getting ready for Mirabel's ceremony. It was such a joyous occasion, a child getting their monster assigned to them, so much so it always led to a giant party in the village. But since the child was a Madrigal it meant an even bigger celebration. He smiled softly as he grabbed his hooded poncho, as well as his thin blindfold. Everyone was cautious enough to not always look at him, so he didn't worry much about his eyes, but he can never be too careful despite everyone telling him he was just paranoid.

Bruno smiled as he heard the music began to play as he stepped out and into the crowded area of the castle, slipping slowly past the guests as he went to stand with his family. Everyone was dressed up, wearing their fanciest clothes, each pertaining to the theme, that being the ocean. He hummed as he stepped next to his mothers floating form, as he smiled "such a joyous day today eh mamà?" As Alma smiled "Indeed Bruno, little Mirabel will finally get her monster form" she said quietly.

Soon, Mirabel was being led to the candle by her mother Julieta, whose firey feathers were burning extra bright out of joy, and her father agustin, who was quite literally falling apart as he tried to hold in his tears of joy. Mirabel was shaking with excitement as she saw the sun slowly setting, it was finally her turn. She knew her monster had to do with water, the wave like birthmark on her hand proved as such, but there were so many sea creatures she didn't know what she would become.

Soon, as the sun finally set, the flame of the candle began to burn green as the smoke began to swirl around. Mirabel giggled as it slowly circled around her as she began to feel herself change slightly. Sje felt her hands and feet gain small webbing between the fingers and toes, and gills forming on her neck, as well as some fins on her head and arms. Everyone began to cheer loudly as they began to dance in joy. Bruno smiled before yelping in fear as someone bumped into him freezing as his blindfold fell off. Time began to freeze, as did everyone else, as the loose fabric fell to the ground, just as Mirabel went to look at her family, freezing as all she saw was red glowing eyes, before everything went dark.

Everyone began to panic as they saw Mirabel pass out, as Julieta went to grab her. The people began to leave the castle, as Bruno began to whimper his tail falling down as he covered his eyes. He could hear his inner voices screaming that he had ruined everything, as he ran off to his room ignoring the cries from his family.

By the time the sun rose on the next day, Mirabel was awake if only sick to her stomach, both literally and figuratively. Since the party, Bruno hasn't been seen, and his room was empty. All that was left behind was his simple green blindfold and poncho.

[writing-rat]

Don't Let me Go

PART 2

Pairing: Melissa Barrera x Jenna Ortega

Content Warning: Dubcon, Toxic Melissa, Death threats, Abuse, G!P Melissa

Requested by: @screamqueen10

Summary: Melissa is toxic to Jenna and only wants her so when she finds out she has a kissing scene with Emma, she goes on set and decides to use her after the scene to show Jenna that they were each other's, no one else's.

It had been a few months since Melissa had started dating Jenna, and it was starting to get toxic. Melissa was controlling her even, but no one knew, not even her friends. Jenna was going to keep it secret as she knew that Melissa had her nudes and would send them if she said anything. Hell, she even threatened to kill Jenna if she did and she would get away with it. Jenna didn’t question that as she was scared for her life. At this point, she was walking on eggshells everywhere. At home, on set, hell even at reward ceremonies. She also had to keep their relationship private except to her friends. 

Melissa was on the Wednesday set that day with Jenna for one reason… she knew it was the kissing scene that day and it was with Emma which she did not like at all. That’s why she decided to go on the set that day, especially since she didn’t have anything to shoot that day. She was leaning back in a seat, listening to music as she made the excuse she just wanted to watch Jenna and listen to music. Everybody on set understood that and let Melissa be. Meanwhile, Jenna was shooting the scene as she was looking confident, inside though she was dying. 

That’s when the kiss happened, and Melissa saw red. She was watching and gave a look at Jenna before she did a Morse code to her. ‘Bathroom in 10 minutes’. She then stood up and went to the bathroom as she was going to wait for her in a stall… then corner her as she enters. She knew not many people went to the bathroom while they had scenes to record after all. She waited around 11 minutes before Jenna entered. Melissa quickly walked out of the stall and pinned the shorter Latina against the wall. “You are late,” Melissa growled out.

“B-by one minute,” Jenna stuttered out, her heart beating rapidly. She knew she was fucked, literally and metaphorically. 

“Exactly, still late. Now, what is Emma to you?” Melissa demanded. “She is just a friend, I promise. I love you too much to leave,” Jenna whimpered as she felt Melissa press against her and felt her erection. “Good. Take off your jeans and underwear, sit on the counter and spread your legs for me baby girl,” Melissa commanded ever so sweetly. Jenna nodded as she quickly tugged off the jeans and her underwear. She knew there would be no foreplay which made her scared because she wasn’t exactly wet.

Just as she predicted, there was no foreplay and Melissa just entered her when she did strip down. Jenna let out a cry of pain but Melissa just grabbed her head and kissed her roughly as she was thrusting into her hard and rough. Soon enough the moans of pain turned into pleasure and Jenna hated that as she was hiding her face in Melissa’s neck, starting to enjoy it as she was scratching at her shirt. “Fuck,” Jenna groaned out louder as her G-spot was being hit. Melissa smirked as she was soon marking Jenna’s neck, not caring if they would get in trouble. Jenna was panting as she was soon getting close. “May I cum please Daddy?” she moaned out loud. Melissa smirked. “You may but I am going to continue ploughing into you until you are begging me to stop,” Melissa growled out. Jenna nodded as she came, gripping harder while Melissa was thrusting into that spot, wanting to overwhelm her. She also wanted everyone to know what was happening. She was soon cumming inside but still kept going. Jenna was glad she was on birth control at least. 

Eventually, Jenna was getting tired. “Daddy, please stop, please. Too sensitive,” Jenna cried out as she held onto Melissa. Melissa smirked as she kept going, knowing they’d been in there about 15 minutes now. “You’re improving. Let me cum one more time,” she growled out before she was biting into Jenna’s neck, Jenna cumming at the same time as Melissa. Melissa soon pulled out just as Emma came in. She was wide-eyed once she saw the scene before going into the stall. “Let’s get you dressed now baby girl then you can continue shooting,” Melissa spoke, acting sweet. Jenna nodded. “Yes… baby,” she spoke.

“Such a whore,” Melissa whispered out degradingly, not knowing that Emma heard her as she walked out with Jenna. Emma would help Jenna, she just didn’t know how.

[highlady-sorcha]

Before The Ceremony (Nesta x Reader)

I really cannot believe the love that you all have given me. Thank you all so so much!! This is a different one- more of like Nesta/friend/fluff? Not sure it’s a thing, but I just liked the idea of being that person that Nesta lets in as a bestie. So, here we are! 

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"Nesta, you've always been beautiful, but cauldron boil me... you could have any male in the world right now.," you told her, smiling at your reflection over her shoulder in the mirror. Your face hurt from smiling so much, but Nesta and Cassian were finally accepting the bond! Who wouldn't be this happy?

After fiddling with her long, golden brown locks for a moment, you glanced up to tell her so- and found her eyes rimmed with silver. Her face was tense, her lips pressed into a thin line.

 Your mouth dropped open in shock. Nesta crying? Since when did Nesta cry? She was your rock, she was the one who ripped out throats and hearts when you came back to the apartment you'd shared crying. She was the one who came back for you when she'd gotten her life together. Nesta had pulled you from the taverns and gambling halls when she knew what would help, when she knew how to help you rise from the life she'd shared with you.

You snapped your mouth shut and glanced at the door behind you. The pale stone walls of the small temple on the lawns of the river house glimmered in the early morning light. Your delicately pointed fae ear twitched, and hearing no one in the hall outside, you scuttled to the door and shut it, throwing the lock.

 When you came back to where Nesta was seated on a peach pink tufted stool, she had her face in her hands, her shoulders shook. Yards of cream colored silk overlayed with fine lace spilled out in every direction around her. Flowers from Elain's garden were tucked behind her ears and in the band that had been braided behind her head to contain the loose rich curls and bounced over her shoulders.

 Careful not to step on and mark the expensive gown, you shuffled through the layers and knelt beside her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. You could remember when it was painful to touch her, bump into her. Every bone had jutted from beneath her skin, she had been all sharp angles and exhaustion. Now, thick muscles set beneath a soft layer of skin covered by long lace sleeves that belled out from her wrists.

 "Nesta.... what is it?" You asked softly. "Mating ceremonies can be scary, but they're beautiful, you'll see. It doesn't hurt when the bond snaps into place." You reassured her, trying to think of all the things that might be scaring her.

 Nesta sniffed heavily, shaking her head in her hands. "It's not that, it's not." she sniffled again and raised her face. You bit back a sigh when you saw that the kohl around her eyes had smeared and the blush you'd dusted across the tops of her cheeks was now down to her jaw.

 "Although how would you know? Are you hiding a man I don't know about?" Nesta teased, braving a crooked smile through her tears.

 You wanted to shoot something back a little more cutting. Normally you would, but given the circumstances you let her down easy with a scoff and eye roll as you trotted across the room. Peach colored blush in a small black case and a black pencil in a thin tray still lay on the gold painted dressing table Rhys had summoned in there.

  You grabbed both and ran back to her. Time was ticking, the ceremony had to be starting soon and Nesta needed to be ready when Clotho was.

 You knelt down in front of her and dabbed at her eyes. "Really, Nesta, what is it? I've seen you do far worse things than accept your bond." You told her.

 Nesta sighed. Her eyes rimmed with silver and she smiled shakily. "Nothing is wrong, really it's just..." She closed her eyes so you could clean up the mess on their lids. When she opened them again, they were filled with such sorrow and grief that your chest ached.

 "I really wish my father had been here." She choked. Nesta's face crumbled and she looked down to her lap.

 Your eyes stung as you wiped the last of the makeup off her face, and threw the cosmetics into a chair with a matching peach cushion nearby.

 You wrapped your arms around her and pulled her close. Her shoulders shook and you let a hot tear slip from beneath your own long lashes that fanned across the tops of your cheeks. You hugged her close, willing the feeling of deep warmth and love that you felt for her to melt from your body to hers.

 "I know Nesta... I know," You ventured carefully. "I know you wish he was here, I wish he was too. But.. he would be so proud of you," you told her, your throat clenching. Another tear ran down your face and you allowed yourself a breath before you moved on. "He would be. You've overcome so much, you saved Feyre, and Nyx, and none of us would know what to do without you."

 She started to cut in, but you squeezed her tighter and trampled on.

 "Cassian is defined by you. The general of the mightiest, most frightening armies in Prythian. The man that has put the worst creatures in existence under that damn mountain, is brought to his knees by you." You pulled back from her and held her at arm's length. There was one last thing you knew she needed to hear.

  You smiled tenderly, letting her see the emotion brimming in your own (your eye color) eyes. "Nesta, you deserve this. You are worthy of being loved."

 Nesta's eyes glimmered softly, she opened her mouth to say something but a knock at the door wrenched both of your attention away from the moment.

 "Come in!" You shouted after a moment.

 The door opened, and Feyre leaned in, her long hair tumbling down over her shoulder as a small, chubby hand reached for a lock of it.

 "Clotho's here! Time to go"