#but i now realise it wasnt because it was dark it was because it was boring

[daisukoth]

So you know how i was saying that I'm hoping susie gets her own set of horrors?

Well, so far she has:

1) watched ralsei have an existental crisis and how she should stop caring about him and the other darkners

2) was having a heartfelt convo with tenna before the knight showed up and tenna got ripped to shreds

3) nearly got the snot beaten out of her by the knight

4) had to deal with her crush's abusive mother and not only likely triggering her own trauma but also be unable to help her crush

5) we find out she wasnt allowed to learn how to play an instrument

6) we find out she knows how to clean up blood?????????????????

7) felt bad about her ability to heal for like, half a chapter

8) her best friend is part of a conspiracy and is working against her (I know kris probably means no harm but like that still sucks, they clearly care about her and their friendship is really cute but they are clearly working against her and intentionally keeping that fact in the dark)

9) find the remains of a dead person, a dead person she was just talking with earlier and bonded with

10) gets told to pass a note from him to his son from beyond the grave

11) said old dead guy then tries to beat her up but for real because she tried to bring him from the dead a second time and he came back wrong (SERIOUSLY THAT WAS FUCKED MY POOR GIRL)

12) tries to heal the old man, then fcuking sees WHAT LOOKS LIKE HIS SKELETAL ANIMATED REMAINS

13) WATCHES RALSEI DISINTEGRATE THOSE REMAINS

14) Watch ralsei have another breakdown

15) something about the prophecy is fucked and shes GOING to find out even tho ralsei doesnt want her to and not even tho she doesnt want to anymore (my prediction is that shes not the monster from the prophecy, considering she looks nothing like the picture and we had a whole scene where susie talks about how she has never been picked for something before, there is a reason she can keep going "off script" she's not even part of it)

16) the knight beats her abd her friends up again! While theyre trying to make it up to the knight

17) gets laughed at by the knight

18) WITNESSES A COSMIC GOD BEYOND HER COMPREHENSION AND HAD TO FIGHT IT

19) nearly dies for real multiple times

20) OH BTW POINT 15? I WROTE THAT BEFORE GETTING TO THE END. She still gets flashbanged by that infohazard despite Ralsei's attempts. She acts like she isnt affected by it but the fact it fucked with her bad enought that she smashed it with her own hand rather than with her axe? My girl got a taste of forbidden knowledge and its fucking with her BAD (enough for her to smear the blond on ralsei's face and not even realise, dear lord, these kids are giving the vibes of a doomed sburbs session)

21) begins to hear the song from the sea the infohazard is DEFINETLY getting to her

22) has to witness sans and toriel doing... that (what? That counts as a horror! )

23) is so fucked from all that she decides to go to... wherever she lives despite how we have SEEN how she prefers to stay at kris's house

24) despite hwo kris obviously wants to follow her, because whatever conspiracy they are involved with they cant, so she doesnt even get to have the comfort of kris joining her as she goes back to wherever she lives

25) she has to go to her shitty "home" that she doesnt even refer to as home in the rain, shes gonna get soaked and cold

...

At least susie got to fight with gerson (the real one) one more time?

Man, i cant believe that i was worried that susie wouldnt get much focus

Anyway I BETTER see everyone love and appriaciate susie now, as I continue to do so

I am intrested in the weird route but i gotta marianate over susie horrors before i can digest white girl horrors i mean noelle horrors (not to be mean to noelle but you know... Love her a lot and im glad she and susie got to have a cute hang out together but I'm glad susie got a lot of time in the spotlight)

(Also noelle is so fucking rich, God. Enough noelle is intimated by susie fics I need more susie gets intimidated by noelle's fucking house fics. I remember when I was little visiting my crush's house for her birthday party and realising that she is a lot richer than I thought, that's shit is scary. Really efficient at making you feel out of place. Especially if you're susie and you get direct confirmation from your crush's mom that you're not welcome)

God susie has so many sad, defeated, stressed out, pained expressions these two chapters

This is like when I saw Battler's crying sprite in umineko and went "damn okay i guess i feel for him no" except im already attached to susie because shes susie so this hurts 10000000000000x more

Also she says dunked on as she jumps into the titans face cavity with kris, I love her

I understand why toby was so exausted from keeping susie from the world

ALSO WDYM TOBY? WDYM CHAPTER 5 IS COMING IN 2026??? I NEED TIME TO PROCESS

HELL FUCK YES. SUSIE FANS ATE SO GOOD THIS CHAPTER!! A REAL SMORGASBORD!!!

I cant believe I almost lost faith in that dog.... I knew Toby was gonna deliver in the actual game!!!! Susie is fr becoming the protagonist of the game atp.. And its completely deserved. MY GOAT! MY KING!!

edit: Yeah im also taking a long break before checking in the weird route. The one thing I saw disturbed me so bad I felt sick and needed a break. I am definitely not playing this myself. >(Also noelle is so fucking rich, God. Enough noelle is intimated by susie fics I need more susie gets intimidated by noelle's fucking house fics. I remember when I was little visiting my crush's house for her birthday party and realising that she is a lot richer than I thought, that's shit is scary. Really efficient at making you feel out of place. Especially if you're susie and you get direct confirmation from your crush's mom that you're not welcome) THIS IS SO REAL! nobody explores enough the class difference here, its very interesting to me. Like, Susie talking about how she needed to steal the game from lost and found to play, while Noelle owns so many of the games... And Noelle offering the game to her, and asking if she wants to do all the stuff she cant afford with her.. They're cute..

>This is like when I saw Battler's crying sprite in umineko and went "damn okay i guess i feel for him no" except im already attached to susie because shes susie so this hurts 10000000000000x more LOL SAME

>I understand why toby was so exausted from keeping susie from the world FMKALSMGLAGKA YEAH. I WAS TIRED OF WAITING, BUT I CAN ONLY IMAGINE HOW TOBY FELT, NOT EVEN BEING ABLE TO FORESHADOW ANYTHING IN THE WEB EVENTS

[manmuncher777]

Visiting kuna while he’s in prison. Eughhhh 😈😈😈 especially if he gotta go buzz 😩

Awh hell yeah nonnie, you just like me fr. Enjoy my love🌟🌟

18+ MDNI SMUT

“I-I” you stuttered out, unable to come up with an explanation that might soothe the feral man beneath you. Nothing good coming to mind

“You-You. You what sweetheart?” His gruff voice rings in your ears, snapping you out of your brain fog. Visiting your boyfriend in prison had it benefits. Especially when hes a well known gang member. It allows for certain perks. Like him being allowed to have your visits in his room, a room that he doesnt have to share. For this you were very glad, seeing as you were straddling sukuna on his bunk, having a very private conversation.

“Come on baby, use that big girl brain of yours and tell me, I wanna know.” Sukuna had been in prison for months now, and each night you were getting lonelier and lonelier. And of one of the nights you were missing him… badly. Deciding to write him a letter, describing exactly how badly you needed him, what you wanted him to do to you, and if that wasnt enough you included a few photos of yourself to show him how much you missed him. Only that had now backfired on you as you realised you had riled up an imprisoned man, and now you were going to have to face the consequences

“ I wanna know exactly what you were thinking when you sent that to me.” Huge hands that previously rested on your hips now travelling to your ass, holding the flesh tight through your skirt. Pressing you down onto his growing buulge that was highly visible in his orange jumpsuit

“Because to me, thats just not fair, teasing me with those fucking Polaroids, looking all pretty and shit when you come and see me.”

“Kuna…” your voice trailed off, unsure of what to say. No actual words flowing though your minds, only filthy thoughts of the man beneath you. Face flushing as he speaks. All you can do is try and focus on what hes saying to you, but that same feeling if need you had the other night is now crawling up your spine, soaking your little panties.

But Sukuna wasnt happy with that reaction, he wanted more from you. He wanted to get you as needy as you had made him that night.

The air in Sukuna’s cell is thick, charged, the tension palpable. His hands, lazily resting on your ass, don’t move—but his smirk? That deep, knowing smirk is a weapon in itself. He lounges against the cold wall like a king on his throne, utterly at ease.

And yet, it’s you who feels trapped.

Because his eyes, dark with amusement and something far more dangerous, trace the curve of your lips, the flutter of your lashes, the way your breath hitches every time he exhales against your skin. He’s enjoying this—enjoying you—and he hasn’t even touched you properly yet.

If you weren’t going to talk about the letter, he was just going to have to tease it out of you.

“So,” he purrs, tilting his head. “A little bird tells me you’ve been thinking about me.”

Your body tenses at his words, mind buzzing with so many thoughts, but you force yourself to answer him, doing your best to cling onto he little resolve you have left. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His chuckle is low, taunting. “Oh, don’t play coy now, sweetheart. Not after that filthy little letter you sent me.” His fingers flex against your thighs, not quite gripping, just there, a reminder of how easily he could control the situation if he wanted to. “What was it you said? You couldn’t stop thinking about me—” he drags the words out, watching your reaction closely, “—about my hands on you?”

Your stomach twists, heat rushing up your neck. “I—I didn’t—”

“Oh, you did.” His grin widens, razor-sharp. “You even described exactly what you wanted me to do to you.” His eyes darken as he leans in, voice dropping to a whisper. “Such a dirty little thing, putting it all in writing. You wanted me to read it and ache for you, is that it?”

Your nails dig into his shoulders as you try to push away, but his hands slide up to your waist, keeping you firmly in place. Not squeezing, not forcing, just holding—a warning.

He tilts his head, feigning concern. “Look at you. All flustered. You weren’t so shy when you were begging on paper.”

You suck in a sharp breath. “I wasn’t—”

“You were.” His lips are so close now, brushing against the shell of your ear as he murmurs, “Should I remind you exactly what you wrote? Word for word?”

You shake your head quickly, a rush of embarrassment flooding through you, but he just hums in amusement.

“Mm. No? Shame. It was my favorite bedtime story.” His tongue clicks, mock disappointment laced in his tone. Then, with deliberate slowness, he exhales against your neck, letting his breath ghost over your skin. “I wonder… if I touched you now, would I find you as eager as you claimed to be?”

Your breath stutters, thighs instinctively pressing together, pressing yourself onto the bulge beneath you. And that’s all the reaction he needs.

His smirk sharpens. “Ahh… There she is.”

And you realize—he’s not done playing with you yet. Not even close.

“Now what was it you said?…:His hips subtly shifting upwards into your, pressing himself deeper into you. Knowing it was driving you wild. Fake pondering as he recalled your writing “You wanted my fingers, because yours couldn’t stretch out that pretty little pussy like mine do.”

“I- um” your eyes flit about the room, struggling to stay locked on his, his predatory gaze watching your every move

“How badly you missed my cock, deep inside” One of his hands trailing around to press on your tummy gently, right where his cock would show when he fucked you.

The words dying in your throat as he gives you a Cheshire Cat like grin. You were fucked.

“Tell me girl, did I get that right?” His pearly white teeth flashing as he spoke, fully aware he already knew the answer.

A small nod was all you could muster. But that was enough for him.

Sukuna’s hands slide lower, skimming the hem of your skirt, and you feel the ghost of his touch against your thighs—light, teasing, deliberate. He hasn’t even moved to lift it yet, but you swear your breath is already hitching, anticipation coiling tight in your stomach.

“What’s this?” he murmurs, dragging the tips of his fingers along the fabric. “Wearing something so short to see me… were you hoping I’d take it off?”

Your lips part, but nothing comes out.

Sukuna chuckles darkly, his grip finally tightening, just enough to make you squirm. “Come on, sweetheart. You had all that confidence when you wrote to me. Tell me…” His fingers inch under the fabric, knuckles brushing against your bare skin. “Did you get wet thinking about me touching you like this?”

A sharp gasp escapes you as he pushes your skirt up, exposing more of your thighs. The cool air kisses your overheated skin, and you reflexively grab his wrist, a weak attempt at stopping him.

He laughs at the gesture—deep, rich, cruel.

“Oh? Now you want to act shy?” His other hand trails up your back, slow and possessive. “Should I stop?” His voice is a mockery of innocence, but the look in his eyes is pure hunger.

Your silence betrays you.

His smirk deepens. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

And then—so agonizingly slow—you feel him peel your skirt down, the fabric dragging over your thighs, your knees, your ankles until it’s gone, discarded on the floor.

Sukuna leans back against the wall, gaze devouring the sight of you. “Now, that’s better.” His hands settle on your now-bare thighs, fingers pressing just enough to make your breath catch. “You look much prettier like this, trembling in my lap.”

His lips curl as he watches you, his next words laced with dark amusement.

Sukuna hums, dragging his palms up your thighs, fingers pressing just enough to make your breath catch. He spreads his legs a little wider beneath you, making sure you feel the hard press of him beneath you, and fuck, you can’t stop the way your body tenses at the realization.

His smirk deepens. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” His fingers skim higher, brushing over your inner thigh—light, teasing, barely there. “You were so bold with those little Polaroids… don’t tell me you’re already getting shy?”

You bite your lip, trying to glare at him, but it only makes his smirk widen.

Sukuna leans in close, lips ghosting against your ear. “Tell me,” he murmurs, voice dropping into something dark and syrupy, “when you wrote that letter… were your fingers between your legs?”

A sharp inhale. Your whole body heats at the question, and the moment you hesitate, his hand slides up—fingers just grazing over the heat between your legs.

Your hips jolt instinctively, and he fucking laughs. You can feel your mind slowly slipping with each passing moment, struggling to keep composure

“Ohh, you were, weren’t you?” He clicks his tongue, amused. “You really laid in bed, all alone, spreading your legs and touching yourself while thinking about me?”

You should deny it. You should push away that smug grin of his, but the way his fingers press a little firmer against your clothed core makes any coherent thought vanish. Prickles of pleasure flow up your skin as you finally get the touch you had been missing.

He watches you struggle, loves how easily he’s unraveling you. “Didn’t even have me, and you still came all over your own fingers, huh?” His voice is so mocking, so cruelly sweet, and then—without warning—his fingers slip beneath the fabric of your underwear.

Your breath stutters.

Sukuna exhales a low tch the second he feels it. “Holy fuck.” His fingers slide through the slick heat of your needy cunt, languid, slow, as if testing just how drenched you are for him. His smirk sharpens. “You’re soaking.”

You bite back a whimper as he drags his fingers through your folds, spreading your wetness, moving in agonizingly slow strokes that make your thighs twitch. His free hand grips your waist, keeping you still in his lap

“Fuckin’ knew it,” he mutters, mostly to himself, the edge of a chuckle laced in his words. “Knew you’d be a mess for me.”

And then, just when your body starts to tense, when you need more, he pulls his hand away.

You make a noise of protest before you can stop yourself, and he grins. “Oh? You want more?” His slick fingers trace teasing circles against your inner thigh, refusing to give you what you so clearly need. “Then ask for it, sweetheart.”

Your pride fights against the growing, unbearable ache. You try to grind against his thigh instead, desperate for any kind of friction, but his hands are there, holding you in place.

“Ah, ah,” Sukuna tuts, dragging his tongue over his teeth. “You’re not getting shit until I hear you beg for it properly.”

His fingers stroke your thigh again—so fucking close, but still not enough.

You shudder, swallowing your pride. “Please.”

His smirk darkens. “Louder.”

You glare at him, breath shaky. “Please, Sukuna—”

And fuck, that’s all he needed.

He shoves his hand back between your legs, two fingers sliding inside you in one slow, deep stroke—so smooth, so effortless, your walls stretching around him as if your body was made to take him.

You choke on a gasp, clenching down around his fingers, and he groans against your ear. “Ohhh, there it is,” he mutters, voice thick with satisfaction. “That pretty little cunt was just waiting to be filled, huh?”

His fingers pump into you at a leisurely pace, dragging along every sensitive spot inside you, curling slightly with every deep stroke. Your head tips back, breathless, aching, because it’s still not enough.

Sukuna’s fingers work you open slowly, deliberately, making sure you feel every deep stroke, every lazy curl of his fingers against that spot inside you that makes your legs tremble. His other hand is firm on your waist, keeping you exactly where he wants you, making sure you don’t squirm away from his relentless teasing.

“Fuck,” he groans, watching the way your body reacts to him, the way your walls clench around his fingers every time he drags them out just to push them back in, deeper, rougher. “You’re so tight. Haven’t been properly fucked in a while, huh?”

You whimper, clutching at his shoulders, your thighs tensing around his hips. He smirks. “Poor baby,” he muses, voice dropping, “Makin me feel bad for not being there to fuck you properly”

He buries his fingers inside you to the knuckle, pressing against the soft, spongy spot deep inside you that has you gasping, nails digging into his skin.

“Ahh, there it is,” he laughs. “That’s the spot, huh?” His fingers curl again, harder, pulling a sharp cry from your lips. “Yeah. I can feel you squeezing me so fucking tight. You gonna cum for me already?”

Your head tips back, your body rocking forward instinctively, chasing every stroke of his fingers, aching for more. But Sukuna sees it, sees you getting desperate, and instead of giving you what you need, he slows down.

Your breath stutters, a frustrated whine spilling from your throat as he deliberately drags out every motion, keeping you right on the edge without letting you tip over.

Sukuna grins against your throat, teeth grazing your skin. “Tch. Look at you,” he murmurs, amused. “So fucking needy.”

He presses a kiss to your pulse, almost mockingly sweet. Then, with a slow, devastating thrust of his fingers, he curls them just right—just deep enough, just sharp enough—

And you break.

Your whole body tenses, pleasure ripping through you as your walls flutter around his fingers, your breath coming in broken, stuttering gasps as the tension inside you snaps. Your thighs shake against his hips, your nails scraping down his arms as you ride it out, grinding helplessly into his hand as he works you through it.

Sukuna groans, his free hand gripping your waist as you tremble against him. “That’s it,” he murmurs, drinking in the sight of you coming apart in his lap. “Fuck, you’re so pretty like this. So fucking messy.”

His fingers don’t stop until your body jerks from oversensitivity, and only then does he pull them out—slow, teasing, dragging it out just to watch you shudder.

Then he brings them to his lips.

You watch, dazed, as he licks the slick from his fingers, humming thoughtfully as he tastes you. His eyes darken, tongue dragging over the pad of his thumb as he smirks.

“Always miss your taste sweets.”

He tilts his head, gaze flickering over your wrecked expression. “Think you’re ready for my cock now?”=

Sukuna’s fingers leave you aching, your thighs still trembling from the aftershocks, but he doesn’t give you a moment to recover. No, he just smirks, eyes burning as he watches you struggle to catch your breath, utterly wrecked in his lap.

Then, with a sharp grip on your hips, he grinds up against you, letting you feel just how painfully hard he is beneath you.

You whimper, hips jerking forward instinctively, and Sukuna groans low in his throat, his fingers tightening against your skin. “Ohh, fuck,” he drawls, head tipping back for a second before his gaze snaps back to you, hungry, dark with something ravenous. “You feel that, sweetheart?”

You can barely think, let alone answer.

He chuckles, teeth flashing. “Of course you do. You’re already rocking against it, huh?” His hands guide your hips, forcing you to grind against his length, the thick heat of it pressing between your slick folds. “Tch. So fucking desperate.”

Your breath shatters as he moves your hips again, forcing more friction against your already aching clit, and the sensation sends lightning through your veins.

“You gonna let me fuck you now?” Sukuna mutters against your ear, voice thick with amusement, but fucking starving at the same time. “You got me so hard, you better be ready to take it.”

He shifts beneath you, one hand reaching down to free himself, and when you feel the hot, heavy weight of his cock slap against your slick folds—thick, unrelenting, already leaking at the tip—your whole body shudders.

Sukuna smirks. “Ohh, I know you’re wet enough for it, but—” He grips his cock, dragging the head through your soaked folds, coating himself in your slick but not pushing in. “—I wanna hear you beg for it first.”

You whimper, grinding down against the head of his cock, desperate, but he just laughs.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Be a good girl and tell me how bad you want it.” He presses his tip just against your entrance, teasing, mocking, but refuses to give you more. “Or else I’ll make you sit here and fucking wait for it.”

His free hand tightens in your hair, yanking your head back slightly, his mouth grazing your throat.

“You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

His cock nudges at your entrance again, but still—still—he doesn’t push in.

And with the way your body is aching, the way his fingers are digging into your hips, the way his breath is so fucking heavy against your skin—

You know.

He’s going to make you beg for it.

And he won’t stop until you’re screaming his name

But you can’t help it—your body is on fire, still desperate for him, and every breath feels like it’s drawing you closer to the edge again. Sukuna leans back, his smirk never fading as he watches you struggling to even form a coherent sentence at this point

“Missed your cock so bad Kuna~” you whine out pathetically, hoping he would show you mercy and give you exactly what you had been craving

Sukuna chuckles, low and dark. “You really thought I’d let you get off that easy? Tch, you’re adorable.” His hand snakes around to your back, fingers digging into the soft skin there, and he pulls you closer—pressing your body flush against his. The heat of his skin, the weight of him, it drives you wild all over again.

His lips brush against your ear, his voice a gravelly whisper. “You’re going to take every inch of me, aren’t you?” His words send a shiver down your spine. “All that teasing? I’ve been waiting for you to beg for me. You wanted me, now you’re going to take it.”

With a sudden, fluid motion, he grips your thighs, pushing you higher up his lap. You feel the tip of his cock against your entrance, teasing, just barely brushing you. His smirk is cruel as he watches your face flush with the need. “Go on, sweetheart. Show me how much you want me.”

You don’t need him to say it twice. With a sharp, needy gasp, you push down onto him, feeling his length stretch you, fill you as you sink down slowly, painfully, inch by inch. The stretch is almost too much, but the ache is exactly what you’ve been craving.

Sukuna’s eyes close for a moment, his lips parting in a low groan as he feels you grip him. “Fuck, that’s it. Such a tight little cunt. So fucking perfect for me.”

You rock your hips, hands gripping his shoulders for support as you start to move, his body perfectly aligned beneath you. Each thrust you make is slow, deliberate, a mix of pleasure and need, the way his hands dig into your skin, urging you on. His grip tightens with every movement, guiding you, making you feel every inch of him as he shifts beneath you.

But he doesn’t let you forget he’s still in control. “You’re so fucking desperate,” he mutters, voice thick with lust. “Cumming on my fingers like that, and now you can’t even think straight. Pathetic.”

Your body shudders with each word, the way his cock fills you deep, pushing you to the edge of insanity. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time. You push harder, riding him, needing more, needing everything.

Sukuna’s hand finds your throat, squeezing lightly, not enough to choke you, but enough to make your breath catch in your throat as he pulls you forward. “Come on. You’re close, aren’t you?” His voice is low, commanding. “Beg for it. Tell me how much you need it.”

“P-Please! Kuna, need it so bad”

The way Sukuna’s hands grip your hips, guiding your movements as he watches you unravel, it feels like he’s claiming every inch of you—every piece of your will, your dignity, your ability to think straight. He’s controlling the rhythm now, forcing you to take him deep, making you feel every inch of him. His eyes are intense, burning with something darker than lust—something deeper, something possessive.

“Look at you,” Sukuna growls, his chest rising with every breath. “I’ve waited so long for this. You… you make me wait, tease me, and now you’re finally giving in. Isn’t that right?”

You can barely form a coherent thought, your mind spinning, body on fire, each movement more desperate than the last. But Sukuna doesn’t care. He’s not slowing down. He’s chasing his own pleasure now, pushing you harder, deeper, rougher, making you feel every inch of his cock, every thrust.

“You like that, huh?” Sukuna snarls, pulling your body flush against his, his teeth grazing your neck as he watches you struggle to keep up. “You love to tease me while im locked up in here”

His words only seem to make it worse, your body clenching around him with the reminder of what started all this. He remembers, and now you’re paying for it.

“I’ve missed you,” he admits, almost as though he’s surprised by it himself. His voice drops low, and for the briefest moment, there’s a sincerity to his tone that almost makes you forget he’s the King of Curses. “Missed how you taste. How you feel. How good you are to me. How you stayed with me”

He doesn’t give you time to process the weight of his words. Instead, he slams into you harder, faster, your body shaking with each thrust. He’s relentless—determined to take every ounce of control, making sure you’re his.

Your body is a mess of sensation, the pressure building, rising higher and higher with every thrust, every growl of his voice. The way his hands are gripping your body—like he’s scared you’ll slip away, like he’s afraid of losing you all over again—pushes you to the edge.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispers against your ear, his voice thick with lust. “Tight. Perfect.” His grip tightens, and you feel him hit even deeper, the force of it pushing you toward the brink.

You can barely think now, only feeling—only craving the release that’s so close but seems just out of reach. His words—his confession of missing you, his twisted affection—sends something raw through you, unraveling every last shred of control you had left.

And then, without warning, he shifts his grip, pulling you harder down onto him, and that’s all it takes. The pressure inside you snaps. The orgasm rips through you in waves, overwhelming your senses, and you let out a ragged cry as you come apart in his lap. Your body shudders, spasms of pleasure wracking you as he holds you steady, refusing to let you go, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

Sukuna doesn’t stop, though—his thrusts become more frantic, chasing his own release, but he doesn’t let go of you for even a second. His fingers dig into your skin, pulling you closer to him as he moves faster, his voice rougher now.

“Fuck,” he groans, his movements becoming more erratic. “You’re so fucking perfect. Cumming on my cock like the perfect girl you are”

And then, with a final, brutal thrust, he’s there, spilling inside you, his body shuddering as he grinds against you, his breath hot against your skin. For a moment, he just holds you, both of you tangled up in the aftermath, trying to catch your breath.

His hand slides to your back, holding you close. “I’m not letting you go,” he mutters, almost like a promise—or a warning.

You can barely respond, your body still trembling from the intensity, but you feel him stiffen slightly, his grip tightening even more possessively around you. His lips brush your ear again. “You’re mine, you know.”

[eml0tz]

Pretty kitty 🐾

a/n: okay.. so.. I haven’t posted in forever and now I’ve changed who I write for…. So now I’m obsessed with Logan thank you!! And now not a lot of people at writing for him, so I’ve decided to take a stand and write for him, my writing is probably very shit say what you want. AND PLEASE GIVE ME IDEAS AGHHH

I’m not reading it until I’m horny because I wrote this whole thing then it wouldnt let me save it then I had to restart the app AND IT GOT RID OF IT SO IM SORRY BUT I CANT

WARNINGS: belly bulge, breeding kink, reader didn’t consent verbally but she wants it! Humiliation? I guess not rlly lmk if I miss anything

SMUT UNDER CUT

When Wade invited Logan to live in a cramped apartment with the knowledge of Althea, Wade and now him and a dog living there it seemed to be too much and too small for him, but when Wade mentioned ‘pet sitting’ he thought I would be the ugly dog wade decided to bring back with him.

That was until he saw you curled up in a ball on the couch, Wade had told him about you, that you were a cat mutant and that you had instincts like him, Logan already knew wade didn’t need to tell him.

But what Logan didn’t know was the instincts just made you more cat-like, like Logan’s made him violent, confused or even feral, but no, you were playful, curious, sneaky, more of a night owl, and non verbal.

Today was a day where wade had ‘forced’ Logan to ‘pet-sit’ you.

He was sitting on the couch his arm over the back of it as he channel surfed, he started to wonder where you had scrambled off to, and since wade had told him that your instincts were at max today

He clicked his tongue as he let out a low whistle

“Pss, kitty” he called for you in his gravelly voice as he quirked an eyebrow looking around the apartment

He heard a few crashes as you ran around the apartment scaring the dog on the way he let out a low chuckled watching you darted around before jumping up onto the couch next to him.

He saw what wade was talking about how you could see what state you were in, your pupils were dilated basically pitch black except for the sliver of iris around the edge

“Hey kitty” he said as he chuckled lowly

You mewled sitting in his lap rubbing your head against his chest, he ran his hand down your back, you arched into his touch causing him to chuckle lowly

Just before he realised, a sweet smell hit him as-well as your dark eyes as your silky tail swaying in the air

Heat.

He wasn’t mad, hell no, he was glad, he was happy that he wasnt the only one with these urges and he was happy that he was the one who could help you, he might have a soft spot for you but he wouldn’t admit it

“Hey, kitty? Are you in.. heat?” He hesitantly asked, cautious of how you may act if he knew

You mewled rubbing your head against his as your tail swayed

He watched you as he thought

“Would you like me to help you bub?” He asked, he was already worked up by your sweet smell his boner rubbing against his jeans

You mewled loudly pawing at his chest as your tail swayed quicker

He chuckled as he removed his throbbing cock out of his jeans and boxers

You stared at him, his tip red and angry as his cock spat out pre cum from the slit, it was girthy and long

He smirked slightly as he helped remove your shirt and panties in one go you lifted your hips to help him

He held your hips moving you to hover over his cock, he stared at your glistening pussy as he lined himself up to your entrance.

Logan let out a sharp exhale as you sunk your tight pussy onto his cock, you moaned loudly squirming on his lap

He groaned lowly at her movements, he didn’t catch something in the corner of his eye as you moved, your lower stomach showed how big he was, his cock was basically bulging out of your lower abdomen, before you could do anything he pushed against the bulge as he set a brutal pace up into your pussy

You moaned loudly as you pushed your hips down onto his, he let out a low moan as you moved

It was rough, raw, intense, and passionate, two animals fucking like it was the end of the world

Although your loud moan interrupted you both of your from your pleasure, he understood why you were so loud when he felt your wet pussy flutter around him, he held onto your hips pulling you back down onto his cock your pussy spasming around him before she gushed around him

She collapsed onto him hearing her juices splash onto Logan, the couch and the wooden floor

You both moaned as you panted holding onto Logan as you trembled from your high, the sounds of your loud, quick breaths drowned out the noise of wade coming home

Logan moaned pulling your hips down onto his as he thrusted up filling your sweet pussy with his cum, his cock throbbing as he spurted his release into your hole

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Wade..

[mangosrar]

call it closure

chris sturniolo x fem reader.

long asf. smut. filth. sexy chris 😛😛😛

your relationship with chris had always been complicated, a will they wont they sort of thing. you both loved eachother, that was obvious, yes you were his, but he wasnt yours.

you both decided friends with benefits would be the best option. well for him. part of you agreed just so you could play pretend, trick yourself into thinking you had him, and you knew nothing lasted forever, but he fooled you for a while.

everyone knew chris had major commitment issues, but you just didnt understand. he treated you like the only girl ever behind closed doors, but the second anyone else was around, he would drop your hand.

you thought this would be fine, you had him, you had him to yourself and that was all that mattered. until you realised you didnt. he had you eating out the palm of his hand on complete puppet strings. he said jump and you asked how high. you had fallen down a dangerous rabbit hole, and the only way to escape was to drive a knife straight through the heart of whatever it was you and chris had.

flashback.

the house was the quietest youve ever heard it. matt and nick were out so chris had invited you over to smoke with him but you were pretty sure he had over done it because he had gone completely none verbal and just started staring at the wall. he was slouched down on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table and his hands in his lap. you were too, slouched down on the couch with your knees up. he took a deep breath in before breaking the silence.

"do you think were soulmates in every universe?" he said. not moving his eyes from the spot on the wall. you could have cried right there and then, feeling a deep aching pain bloom in your chest from his words. you hated how he was so absentmindedly killing you.

there was an abundant pause and a thick tension gathered in the air, you wondered if chris could feel it too.

"are we even soulmates in this one?" your voice was so quiet and soft you weren’t sure he even heard you, until he let out a frustrated sigh before bringing a hand up to his face and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"come on y/n dont start this shit now" his voice was harsh. he kept his eyes closed waiting for you to drop it, like you did every time, but you werent sure how much longer you could carry on like this.

"what chris? im being serious, i dont even know what this is anymore, you treat me like im everything one minute and then act like you couldnt care less is i fucking live or die the next!" you let your feet fall and land on the floor as you sat up and turned to face him.

"you know thats not true" he took his hand off of his face and let it rest in the air. his eyes still closed.

"do i?" your voice was quiet and broken. this was draining. the heavy presence of the fact he wasnt truly yours was sucking the life out of you. he opened his eyes and looked at you.

"we both agreed to do this y/n you cant put all of this on me" he sat up and rested his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together and staring at you intensely.

there was a pregnant pause, he was waiting for you to defend yourself, or at least try to argue his point, but you couldnt, he was right, to a certain degree. yes you had both agreed to friends with benefits but you hadnt agreed to being hopelessly in love with someone who only reciprocated those feelings in the dark.

you dropped yours eyes, tearing them away from his and letting them linger on his hands before taking a deep breath in.

"i cant carry on like this, its killing me." he tried to cut you off momentarily but you held a hand up, stopping him. "i wont beg for you to love me anymore chris, because i know that somewhere deep down you really do". he said nothing as he stared at you. he was completely speechless. he felt that pain, just like you did, deep in his bones. you searched his eyes for something, anything, a sign that you were lying and just embarrassing yourself, a sign that told you he wasnt at all affected by this, any sense of doubt. you found nothing.

and with that, you left. you got up and walked out of that house, leaving chris to sit there and regret every singe life decision that had got him to this point, but he didnt come after you, he didnt try to stop you, he didnt try to change your mind and thats what stung the most.

end of flashback.

"im going to pack the car so everyone bring your bags down!" chris shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

you pulled the zipper closed on the bag before taking your phone off the bed and making your way downstairs, nick following close behind you. you didnt even look up at chris. you couldnt, you wanted to take complete advantage of the short amount of time you had left to distance yourself from him as much as possible.

it had been about 3 months since you walked out on chris, you hadnt spoke at all, he hadnt tried and neither had you, both of you just accepting fate and trying to move on, but considering the fact his two brothers were your best friends and you practically lived at their house with how much you were over, it was proving to be quite the challenge.

you just politely dropped your bag at his feet and scurried off into the kitchen, bumping into matt.

"you want me to drive the first or second half?" you asked. considering you were the only two that could drive, you insisted you would split it.

"i dont mind but, you sure you wanna have to sit next to chris for that long?" he lowered his voice slightly, his eyes darting to chris who was grabbing all the bags behind you, as his face scrunched up slightly. you glanced over your shoulder at him briefly before crossing your arms over your chest and shrugging.

"its okay, he wont talk to me anyways" you let out a pathetic laugh through your nose, trying to make the situation a little light hearted and a lot less embarrassing. matt obviously picked up on this but was kind enough to ignore it.

"ill do the first half, he will probably fall asleep by the time we swap anyway" he patted your shoulder and you nodded as he made a bee line for the front door.

matt and nick were probably the worst part of this whole situation. they were stuck smack bang in the middle of this pandemonium. of course they both knew what had happened but they gave you the courtesy of separating you and chris with you and them and decided to move past it. you and chris were both aware of how awkward it was for them, and thankfully, he was mature enough to not kick up a big fuss every time you were around. you hadnt spoken at all since that night, only the odd flash of a smile sent each others way when you crossed paths and that was rare, so when nick invited you on their weekend get away to a cabin in the middle of no where with them, you were obviously delighted.

the drive was excruciating. if it wasnt matt and nick arguing it was chriss shitty trap music playing or the gps redirecting you. while you were driving up front chris hadnt even spared you a glance, he didnt utter a single word to you the whole time.

part of you was grateful but another part of you wished he would have, selfishly, so you could just get over it and enjoy your weekend, but nothing was enjoyable anymore as long as chris was around.

"i call the double bed" chris yelled, running through the house.

"y/n theres a room with two singles, wanna bunk with me?" nick asked, slipping his backpack off of his shoulders.

"sure" you nodded, before making your way to the room, setting your bag down and plopping on the bed with a huff, matt trailed in behind you, with your suitcase.

"come on grouchy pants, were gonna have funnnn" he said swatting your leg that was dangling off the edge of the bed.

"i need at least 3-5 business days to recover from being within a 1 mile radius of chris for longer than 30 seconds" you let out a breath as you looked over to matt who was leaning on the door frame with his arms folded over his chest.

"that bad?" he raised his eyebrows in question.

"that bad" you replied flatley. matt just chuckled and motioned for you to follow him downstairs. you huffed and sat up before stomping down the hall after him.

in all fairness, it hadnt been that bad. the 4 of you had eaten, laughed played games and just had fun, regardless of the hanging tension wedged between you and chris. it was now 11:30 and everyone was asleep, but your mind just couldnt switch off, tossing and turning, checking the clock every 5 minutes. you huffed and looked over at nick who was out like a light. hot tub it is.

"i dont know madi, it just hurts" you spoke.

"has he even tried to talk to you?" she spoke over the phone.

"not one single word, and the thing is i dont know if i wanna strangle him or just kiss his fucking face off" you huffed, readjusting your arms so they were resting on the edge of the hot tub with your phone in your hands, the rest of your body being engulfed by the warm blanket of water.

"im worried my advice is gonna get you in trouble" she laughed, making you blow out a huff of air through your nose.

"it doesnt matter, i cant bring myself to do either" you and madi spoke for a little while longer beofre you wrapped the call up, put your phone on the ground and let your body sink lower into the steaming water until it was resting on your collar bones.

you sighed and let your head fall back, this is what you needed, a relaxing moment, the quiet calm of the night lulling your brain into a state of tranquillity, no matt and nick arguing, no chr-

"cant sleep?" you almost had a heart attack, your body jolted forward as your eyes darted around searching for the body that owned the voice.

"jesus, chris you scared the life out of me, how long have you been sitting there?" your hand rested on your chest, feeling the rapid beat of your heart from being startled. he just stared at you with drooped eyes from his position on the patio chair, opposite the hot tub.

"long enough" he said. his face didnt show any sign of emotion. his stoic expression sending an un willing chill up your spine, despite the warmth of the chlorine filled bubbles around you. chris leaned forward and you swallowed thickly.

"did you mean what you said?" his voice was alot softer and quieter than before, like he was worried you would break at the slight tone of his voice. you couldnt bring your self to look back up at him, he would eat you alive. you paused momentarily, weighing out your options of whether you even wanted to entertain this conversation with him or just cut him dead.

there was no way in hell that you were letting yourself fall back down this slippery slope again, so just like before, you abruptly got up and out of the hot tub, reached for your towel and made your way back inside, without sparing him a glance, keeping your eyes trained to the floor, leaving chris once again, to watch you walk away from him, and all the same, he didnt try to stop you.

"nick open the fucking door!" you whispered loudly. no reply.

resting your forehead against the door, you mentally cursed yourself for even going in the hot tub. you should have stayed in bed and this whole situation would be avoided, chris too. speak of the devil and he shall appear.

"what are you doing?" he stood just beside you with a questioning look on his face.

you huffed, pulling your head back and looking up at him.

"nick locked the door" you sounded so defeated it made his heart beat a little harder in his chest.

"you can come sleep with me, ill take the floor i dont mind" he motioned his head towards his designated bedroom while keeping his eyes trained to yours.

you dropped your head and sighed. how was this happening. you had spent months walking on egg shells, doing everything in your power to stay as far away from him as you could, and now you were forcing him out of his bed so you could sleep there.

he stared at you waiting for your answer. he knew you had no other option, you couldnt sleep on the couch with matt and you were also stood in a wet bikini and a wet towel. be realistic y/n.

"sure, okay" you looked up at him, and his eyes gained a fraction of hope momentarily, before he nodded and started leading you to his room. this was going to be a long night.

"um, i dont.." you paused and cleared your throat. "i dont have anything to wear" chris looked up at you from his position on the bed before his eyes trailed over your body, stood in a towel in the bathroom doorway shifting on your feet, looking like a nervous little girl.

you cleared your throat again, snapping chris out of whatever trance he had gotten into. he stood up and walked over to the dresser at the end of the bed, pulling out one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers, before padding over to you and handing them over.

"thanks" you smiled.

"no problem" he replied, watching you turn back into the bathroom, slamming the door in his face and leaning against it, you werent sure if this was going to work, your left control was wearing thin.

how had it ended up like this? you tried so hard to have some composure but you couldnt help it, he was shirtless, clad in grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips, basically inviting you to jump straight on him.

his lips trailed down your neck as his hands ran up your sides, relishing in the feeling of your skin against his after 3 months of complete torture without it.

he brought his lips back up to meet your in a hot and heavy kiss, tongues dancing together, teeth clashing, the works. frantic hands gripping his hair relentlessly, pulling groans from his mouth.

chris brought his hands to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and separating the kiss, before diving back in and sucking purple marks into your neck and collarbones, earning breathy whines from you.

there was a moment of hesitation from you as he trailed his hands lower fiddling with the waistband of his boxers that you were wearing.

"chris wait" he halted his movements and brought his face up to yours. god he was making this so hard. he was breathing heavy and his hair was messy from your curious hands, his chain dangling between the two of you.

"we shouldnt be doing this" you shook your head, eyes wide.

"why y/n?" he asked breathlessly.

"because chris" you whined. he knew exactly why. all your hard work of keeping your distance from him had just been thrown into a sweltering ball of gasoline and chris had completely set it alight.

"call it closure" he whispered. he could see the inner turmoil you were facing. you knew you were about to give in, and judging by the smirk growing on his face, so did he.

you pulled his face down to yours again and he hummed into the kiss, the feeling of your lips on his being something no drug could ever amount to.

he continues his trail down your body, leaving wet hot kisses in his trail, keeping his eyes glued to yours. he was dragging this out, savouring the blaze of your touch.

"chris please" you whined.

"what baby? tell me what you want" he spoke in-between leaving kisses on your stomach and thighs.

"just fuck me" that was all he needed to hear before he was yanking your shorts down and doing the same with his own pants and boxers. he was on his knees between your legs, pumping his cock in his hand, eyes wondering over your frame hungrily.

"so pretty" he muttered before brining his lips to yours again and pushing his cock into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size before he was pulling all the way out and slamming back in over and over again. you were already a mess underneath him, mewling and moaning like you would never get the chance again.

"missed you so much baby, so fucking much" chris grunted in-between thrusts before peppering light kisses down the side of your face and neck. you just whined at his words.

his pace was relentless and your hands flew to his back, dragging your nails down his skin, pulling a low "fuck" from chriss lips.

"so good to me y/n, cant believe i ever fucking let you go" he said as he stilled his thrusts and pulled back, sitting on his knees and lifting your legs up to rest on his shoulders, and continuing his thrusts.

you let out a lewd moan at the new angle, hands gripping the bed sheets as chris arms wrapped around your thighs, drilling his cock into you so deep, hitting that spot inside that made you see stars.

"oh fuck chris dont stop" you mewled, letting your head fall back.

his pace became impossibly faster, every single thrust knocking the air out of your lungs.

you were pulsating around him, your high getting closer and closer. chris dropped your legs and doubled over, shoving his head into the crook of your neck with a deep groan.

"fuck y/n i can feel you squeezing me" his words were strangled and breathless. he brought his lips to yours once again but the pleasure was so good and you were so close you couldnt keep up with him, chris noticed this and smirked against your mouth.

"come on sweet girl, give it to me, come all over my cock" he said as he brought his thumb down to rub hard, fast circles over your puffy clit making your back arch even further off the bed.

you let out a strangled moan of his name before being launched into a pool of complete, white ecstasy, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. his thrusts did not falter as he sat up watching you ride out your orgasm with hooded eyes.

“you look so pretty like this ma”

he wasnt far behind, his hips stuttered before he let out a loud whine, followed by a hiss and a string of curses, painting your insides white, sending a few more thrusts, filling you to the brim, before collapsing on top of you.

the two of you were sweating and panting, both completely silent, just relishing in the feeling of the post sex haze. your hands come up to his hair and you ran your fingers through it soothingly.

he planted a soft kiss to your collarbone before bringing his face up so he was eye level with you. his eyes trailed over your face, creating a memory and he took a deep breath in before speaking.

"i do love you”.

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YALL😛😛😛😛

sorry for starving you guys i’ve just been mad busy but i’m back !!!! love u. bee ❤️‍🩹

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[hedgehog-troops]

some of my canon compliant marauders headcanons:

1. everyone wants to be james, but james would give everything to be literally anyone else

2. effie and monty actually werent that accepting of james when he came out, and even when they 'warmed up' theyd make backhanded remarks

3. walburga never wanted kids

4. walburga loved sirius and regulus but it was always overshadowed by her hatred of them for ruining her life and making her into her mother.

5. for a long time sirius wished he was like regulus just so his parents would like him. by long time, i mean till like 15/16. and even after he left there was a small part of him that really just wanted to be loved by his mother and father

6. regulus wanted to be sirius till he died.

7. barty's father and mother were in love but his father didnt like him, at all.

8. barty was trans masc.

9. after lily left for hogwarts, petunia slowly started turning their parents against lily until when she was 16, she got properly cut off from them. as in, no letters, no allowance, nothing. this was part of the reason her and james married so quickly.

10. sirius loved the idea of jegulus because he couldnt trust anyone else with james or regulus but hated it because his entire life, these were the only two people he was second to and now it felt like they were choosing the other above him again.

11. peter pettigrew loved to be high.

12. there was a time after james' break up with regulus and relationship with lily where his selfesteem was so low that hed let anyone who looked at him twice sleep with him, and even got into an abusive relationship for a short while

13. marlene always dyed her hair, it was as retaliation to her dad who always prattled on about how a lady has virgin, long, and straight hair.

14. after reg, barty, and evan got the dark mark and pandora chose to be a mediator, dorcas fell into deep depression and considered herslef the worst of mankind for not seeing the signs sooner.

15. the first person in the order to doubt dumbledore was dorcas, her and marlene often fighted about it.

16. peter was so in love with james that it turned into hatred

17. peter was the one who convinced sirius that remus was the spy and convinced remus that sirius was the spy.

18. sirius blamed himself for james and lily's deaths because he was the one to suggest the keeper change.

19. marlene died trying to defend her father who was in the middle of a DE attack.

20. james and lily fell out of love shortly after their marriage

21. harry was born not as a mistake but because of pressure from james' parents and his own guilt for not being a good enough son.

22. pandora promised regulus in 1st year that if he died, shed kill herself because he was her first friend and she didnt see a point in life if he wasnt there

23. after pandora found out that regulus died, she started experimenting every day with dangerous ingredients in hopes that one wring experiment would kill her because the idea of actually comitting was scary.

24. after the prank, sirius tried to kill himself

25. in the events leading up to the prank, sirius was caught and drugged. when he was making his way back to the dorms he realised that he made a huge mistake, and his instincts came into play. so, like he would with his parents (hed make a mistake, even if it was truly a mistake, hed still act proud of it so they couldnt say that all he does is fuck up) and laughed when telling james.

[chrrific]

cocoa and catastrophes

( ⟡ 엔하이픈 ✦ ) 𝑛iki x f. reader ˃˂ a 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑦 chance meeting — 𝑐𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑝𝘩𝑒𝑠 always end in love

.ㅤㅤ୨୧ happy late niki day! I couldn’t not post something, so here is a very rushed little fic to celebrate <3

the cold, winter breeze was nowhere near as fast as you, as you zoomed down the sidewalk filled with small children in prams and sickly sweet couples holding hands to keep warm in the freezing cold weather.

you — a stubborn believer that there was nothing so stupid such as love — couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy towards all those people that had a partner to keep them warm on chilly days like this. it was almost peeking through your ‘being single is the solution’ exterior, but you had more things to worry about than that; like worrying about getting late for your job interview at that boutique, for example.

A cup of to-go not so hot anymore cocoa was held tightly in your left hand with your résumé in your right: as you took big, hurried steps towards the cute little clothes shop you were supposed to be at five minutes ago for the interview that could make or break your three month perfect rent streak.

but, it seemed like the universe had it in for you because you ran into someone, dropping both your “hot” cocoa and résumé on the now slightly empty sidewalk. you were quick to mutter a hurried ‘sorry’ as you bent down to pick your résumé up, before you realised you had not dropped the cup of cocoa on the ground but on the person who you had run into.

your eyes widened as you saw the cocoa on this person’s sweater, and quickly got up to tell them a string of apologies. “oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to, of course, it was a total accident, im so sorry…” you said quickly — a little too quick, in fact.

he chuckled softly, not seeming too mad about the whole ordeal, but you were so embarrassed about it. I mean, of course you were; you just dropped your cocoa on a poor, unsuspecting guy on the sidewalk, and-

your thoughts were interrupted by his slightly teasing voice, which was surprising attractive, and lead you to look up at him. “you always drop cocoa on people this time of…”

the whole world stopped. hell, even time did, the time you were so short of right now. his voice got quieter — both because your ears stopped hearing him speaking and because his voice quietened on its own from his side — as your eyes met his dark, brown, shiny ones.

it was almost like you could drown in them, they were that captivating, and he could say the same for you. and here’s the thing; he wasn’t physically able to get words out right now.

his heart thudded in his chest and his palms got slightly sweaty under his gloves, all because of the eye contact with you. why was this random cocoa-dropping girl on the sidewalk having such an effect on him?

a blush spread across your cheeks, and he wasn’t able to tell whether it was because of him, the embarrassment you must be feeling because of your accident, or the cold weather. yet, deep inside; he hoped it was the first option.

You snapped out of it, remembering about your interview, and apologising once more before you checked the time “uh, I’m so sorry, I have to be somewhere right now. sorry about the sweater… I hope it wasn’t really expensive or anything”

he covered up the flash of disappointment that covered his eyes, and shooed it away before giving you a small smile “no, it’s all good, it was nothing too expensive.”

You nod, before saying goodbye and a sorry once more, before you rushed off the path and crossed the road towards the boutique.

he just knew this wasnt a one time meeting, and that he would see you again, but didn’t have the idea as to how fate might bring you two together. yet, he still couldn’t help but hope.

and your thoughts; maybe love at first sight wasn’t something totally impossible…

tags -> @won-k1ss . @liya07v

© sugarikiz — kindly do not copy, repost or plagiarise my work!

[thelov3lybookworm]

Lucien and Night Court Emissary Reader who were falling in love pre-UTM but she had to break it off/start being cold to keep the cruel High Lord and Court ruse up/Velaris secret safe. Now he's come back with Feyre and sees the truth, is being rejected by Elain, and Reader can't bear to watch him pine after someone who doesn't want him when she's still miserably in love with him.

Angsty but happy ending please ❤️

Anything.

Summary: She's ready to do anything to get him back.

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A/n: babes. anon. my darling baby. marry me plis. i LOVED THIS IDEA so much i wasnt ready to write it because i thought i might never do it justice, but i think i like how this thing came out, so thank you thank you THANK YOU anon for this request 🥹🥹🥹

anywas, enjoy!

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Y/n watched him watch her.

Elain.

Soft, gentle Elain.

Nice, beautiful Elain.

Inconsiderate, unaware Elain.

Elain, who either did no care for who she hurt with her lack of decision making skills, or she genuinely had no idea that she was hurting her mate as she strung him along. Maybe it was just because of the sheltered and happy life Nesta provided for Elain, always keeping her away from the harsh truths of life, and while Y/n had admired that habit of her new friend, she could not help but resent her a little for it.

Y/n took a slow sip of the wine she held in her hand as she stared down from the dimly lit balcony at the ballroom floor, the twirling and swaying couples, wondering how the hell Lucien had changed so much.

So much that he'd gone from being hounded by pretty females falling at his feet and shoving their breasts in his face to get him to give them attention to begging for attention from someone that probably would not be able to tell if she was paining someone.

With a sigh, Y/n made to turn away, deciding that the sweet obliviousness was better than drowning herself in wine and bitter jealousy.

She felt his presence a moment before she smelled the night court high lord.

"Sister." He stepped forward, leaning his elbows onto the balustrade next to her. "Who hurt you?"

Y/n rolled her eyes, immediately relaxing in the presence of her older brother. "What makes you think someone hurt me?"

"Oh, are you telling me that you've decided to take up Azriel's job of brooding and glaring at people from a dark corner just for fun?"

Y/n said nothing, her eyes flitting all over the dance floor absently before settling on a head of fiery red that stood against the far wall, holding a champagne flute.

Rhys turned his head to glance at her when she sad nothing, then followed her gaze. "Oh. Did he kill your cat?"

Y/n released a frustrated breath. "Rhys."

"What?!"

"I don't have a cat."

"Oh my, I am sorry your highness."

Y/n was tempted to shove her middle finger in his face, and he might have read it on her face, as he huffed out a laugh. "Sorry. But come on. What happened? You know that you can tell me anything, right?"

Y/n turned away from the view she had been staring at, instead leaning her back against the railing, letting her head fall back as her arms came to rest on the expensive wood of the balustrade.

"I do."

Silence settled around the two siblings, comfortable and welcome, heavy with internal thoughts, filled with the music from the orchestra in the corner and soft humming from Rhys.

Before long, Y/n started humming along with him, almost subconsciously. She hadn't even realised it until after a few moments, and she smiled at the wall she now stared at.

"Y/n. I've known for quite some time now that you have been hiding something from me. If there's anything I can do for you and whatever you are doing, then please let me know. You don't have to tell me what it is-"

"It's Elain."

Rhys fell quiet, and Y/n sighed. "Come. Let's go somewhere more... private."

Rhys followed her quietly down the stairs and out into the hallway, letting her lead him to her room.

He did not ask anymore questions, nor did he speak, but Y/n could feel the intrigue and curiosity rolling off of him.

Y/n did not speak even when the two of them arrived to her bedroom, walking over to the small cupboard in the corner she stashed her favourite drinks in, including pineapple juice and champagne. She also kept a bottle of whiskey there in case her brother decided to give her a visit.

"So... what happened with Elain?" Rhys spoke as Y/n was pouring him a glass of whiskey, and Y/n steeled her resolve. There was no way she could keep it to herself anymore, because if she did, she would very likely explode.

And anyways, this was her brother. She could tell him anything.

"So... you remember how you sent me to that spring court ball to represent night court?"

Rhys nodded, his attention rapt.

"Yeah well, I met Lucien for the first time there." Y/n busied herself by popping open the bottle of some bubbling champagne, letting it slowly trickle out and into the flute she held, her eyes fixed on the little bubbles that floated from the bottom of the glass.

"He, of course, being the charming male he is, got me running after him. We talked that night. We talked till it was morning, till we knew I needed to return or else you would worry." Y/n smiled softly as she remembered the way she had made Lucien laugh till he was telling her to shut up because his stomach hurt.

"Oh." Y/n could see the pieces falling in place for her brother.

"Everytime after that when I told you I was going out to party all night, I was just travelling to the outskirts of spring court and just talking with him the whole night." Y/n blinked away the prickling in her eyes at that. "I started to fall for him, and he reciprocated."

Y/n let that marinate in the air a little before continuing.

"But then Amarantha came, took his eye. He pulled away, drawing into himself and shutting off anyone who tried to comfort him."

"But how come I never saw you with him?"

Y/n smiled sadly. "He had returned to spring with Tam, and I was trapped under the mountain. When he did visit, he would always hide in shame because he thought I would hate him after he lost his eye." She downed the rest of the liquor left in her glass, grimacing. "He did approach me once, and I..."

"Fuck." Rhys mumbled under his breath after a moment of silence, staring at her. "You told him to leave you alone, didn't you?"

Y/n closed her eyes, leaning back into her chair. He cursed again.

"He probably thought it was because of his eye. Or maybe that I was playing him all along. I don't know why, but he accepted it. Did not fight back. I let him believe it. I did not want him to get any more unnecessary unwanted attention from Amarantha. That was the only way that felt right."

Y/n opened her eyes to find Rhys bowed, his elbows resting on his knees as he clutched his head in frustration. "Fuck Y/n. I thought you were smarter than that."

Y/n sighed. "Apparently not."

Rhys reached out to grab the bottle of whiskey from the low table in front of them, drinking directly from the bottle.

Y/n simply watched him.

"Why are you getting so worked up over this? I thought you didn't like Lucien?"

Even just saying his name made her heart ache in longing.

Rhys stayed silent for a moment before standing, extending his hand towards her. "I might dislike him, but I can tell how much you like him. And your happiness comes above all else."

When Y/n stared at him and his hand, unmoving, he wiggled his fingers. "Come on, let's go get you your knight in shining armour."

Y/n's eyes widened. "What?"

He gave her a wicked grin. "Trust me baby sister."

Y/n thought over it for a moment. She knew whatever her brother's unhinged brain had come up with would probably be uncomfortable, but it would definitely help her out.

So, with an exasperated sigh, she stood, slipping her hand into his. "For everyone's sake, Rhys, I hope that whiskey hasn't gotten to your head yet and that you are not planning something stupid."

"Me? Stupid?" His grin widened. "Never."

Now that, concerned Y/n.

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Y/n knew she made a mistake when trusting Rhys the moment he led her to a secluded room in the house of wind.

He opened the door, shoved her in and then locked it behind her. She turned, slamming her fists on the door as she cursed at him. He only laughed, telling her to wait and be patient.

Y/n huffed, folding her arms across her chest as she took in the room he had brought her to.

It was a cosy, intimate place, with a circular table in the center of the room, two chairs on opposite sides of it. There was a huge spread of food on it, most of it she'd already seen in the living room earlier in the evening.

The entirety of the room was covered in nothing but candles, giving the darkened room a soft, romantic glow. And slowly, things started clicking for Y/n.

Rhys had gone to get Lucien.

Shit.

Y/n whipped around, frantically searching for a way out.

While she was still in love with him, in no way was she ready for the confrontation.

She knew he hated her for breaking his heart. There was no way he didn't. She hated herself for it. She did not know how she would go about apologising without it looking like she only wanted him after he'd found someone better.

The glass doors leading to the balcony were thrown wide open, the soft gauzy curtains fluttering gently in the breeze. Y/n stared out at the night sky mournfully. She had taken more after her father than her mother, and so while her brother was half illyrian and could summon wings, she could not.

Now, more than ever, Y/n cursed her father for not being a winged male.

The door was locked, and winnowing was out of the question. Begging someone to let her out would tire her out and make her get angrier, so that had to be scratched out too.

Looking around defeatedly as she accepted her fate, Y/n found a full body length mirror against a far wall.

Meeting her own eyes, Y/n walked closer, knowing that her brother would have left no exit way for her to run from the situation at hand. So there was only one thing she could do, and that was prepare herself.

She studied her own figure, turning this way and that as she smoothed down the nonexistent wrinkles from the skirts of her dark maroon gown that reminded her of Lucien in all his glory.

"You can do this." Y/n muttered in the silence of the room, staring intensely at herself as she pushed back her shoulders and took in a deep breath. "He deserves to know."

Not a moment later, the sound of a lock clicking open echoed through the room, and Y/n winced, turning in time to see Lucien stumbling in and then the door being pulled shut.

He grumbled under his breath, fixing and pulling on his sleeves. He glanced up, then stilled, his eyes filled with surprise.

"Y/n." He addressed her as he straightened.

"Lucien..." He stared at her, his eyes slowly and leisurely roaming her figure. The look in his eyes was just like the way he used to look at her fifty years ago, when everything had been right, perfect. It made Y/n blush, and she had to swallow in an attempt to peel her tongue off of the roof of her mouth. "How- how have you been?"

He met her eyes. "I've been good. Good enough to not die I guess. How about you?"

Y/n swallowed the guilt climbing up her throat like bile. Maybe it was bile. Damn, should not have drank that champagne. "I'm good. As good as I can be without you-"

"Don't."

Y/n looked down at the floor, her blush increasing in embarrassment as he took a look around the room, his golden eye clicking softly. "I'm sorry-"

Then his eyes flew to hers, accusation written in every angle of his beautiful face as his metal eye whirred. "Why did he bring me here?"

Y/n swallowed. "I- if you're saying that I made him drag you here, stop. I did not tell him to bring you here."

Lucien glanced around the room again with a skeptical look. "So he just decided that putting the two of us in the same room with such a setting would be funny?"

Y/n closed her eyes, forcing herself to speak the truth. "I... was just talking to Rhys and he found out that we were seeing each other before under the mountain happened, and he did this by himself."

Lucien scoffed, making her open her eyes to look at him. "And did he tell you why?"

"Lucien-"

"Of course, his brother's happiness matters far more than a bond to him. I just know he's doing this to keep me away from Elain to give Azriel a chance-"

"My brother is strictly against Azriel and Elain getting together-"

"Oh yes, your brother is a fucking saint who can never-"

"Lucien!"

He turned away with an incredulous laugh, walking to the balcony and leaning against the railing. "You've made your feelings very clear Y/n. You've hurt me enough for one lifetime. Leave me alone now. Let me wallow in hope and defeat."

Y/n followed him out. "You don't have to wallow alone." She mumbled, her voice quiet.

"And who will be with me? Feyre? Elain? You?" He laughed, a humourless sound that shot sadness straight to Y/n's heart like a bolt. "I'm always meant to be alone."

Y/n's heart broke right alongside his voice. "Lucien that's not the case."

"Then tell me what is, because as I see it, everyone seems set on hurting me or leaving me. Tell me. Tell me what the case is."

Y/n looked away from him, staring out over the twinkling light of the rainbow and the snake like Sidra cutting through Velaris.

He huffed, his disappointment evident as he followed her gaze. "Exactly."

Y/n was silent for a moment, contemplating the best way to explain without having him leave.

The best answer was to let all her thoughts free.

So she took a deep breath, composing herself, and began in a soft, calm voice.

"I still love you, more than anyone ever could. I hope you know that." Y/n felt his gaze returning to rest on her face, but she did not look away from the glittering Sidra, knowing she would lose her nerve if she did.

"Amarantha? She had taken a special interest in Rhys and me. Anyone who was found even remotely close to us, whether it be a courtier or someone we just talked to that day, ended up dead, tortured and beaten."

She swallowed, trying to not let those memories resurface. "You also had dug up your own grave. What were you thinking, telling her to crawl back to the hole she crawled out of?"

She finally removed her eyes from the Sidra, using them to glare at her past lover. He was not deterred, lifting his chin as he turned his body to face her fully.

"Nothing other than the urge to get you to safety. I was dumb. I know. But I don't regret it. Even if it cost me my eye." With a meaningful look, he mumbled out softly. "But it was no use, as it cost me you too."

Y/n stared at him, her nervousness long forgotten. "Lucien... why do you think I told you to leave me alone?"

"Because I lost my eye?"

Her eyes widened, and her brain practically stopped functioning. All she could do was whisper, "What?"

He gave her a look. "What? You told me to leave you-"

"Lucien I- no." She facepalmed, releasing a frustrated sigh. "No Lucien. That was not the reason why."

Lucien shifted uncomfortably, not saying anything. "I- thank you?"

Despite her efforts, a smile made its way onto her face, and she slapped his chest. "You dumbass. I pushed you away because I did not want Amarantha and her cronies targeting you because of our relationship."

Lucien blinked. "Oh."

"Yeah, oh." Y/n sighed. "Look Lucien. I... I know there were better ways to tell you to stay away, but I knew you would try your best to stop me from my instincts to protect you, and when you did not put up much of a fuss or even ask me for a reason, I thought you'd been waiting to get rid of me."

Lucien laughed then, a soft, pained but genuine sound. "Looks like we need to learn how to communicate."

Y/n smiled up at him, her eyes prickling a little.

He said nothing for a long time, just staring at her, his eyes swirling with an emotion that Y/n desperately wanted to name but was too scared to.

Y/n waited for him to speak, to move, to do something, with bated breath. He just looked away, releasing a breath.

"Lucien?"

He shook his head.

Concerned, Y/n went to touch his arm.

He recoiled, an Y/n instantly pulled her hand back, her heart breaking again.

"I- I didn't mean to make you uncomfotable-"

"No."

Y/n paused. "Um... No?"

"Why Y/n? Why now?"

"Because I can't watch you pine for someone who does not care while I'm still miserably in love with you!"

He shook his head, his eyes fixed on something in the far distance. "That's not- no. Y/n, I... you know I'm a mated male now."

Y/n reared back like he'd slapped her, and if she was being honest, it would have been better if he dd, because there was nothing in the world that hurt more than hearing that.

Y/n stared at him, trying not to feel betrayed.

"You- you're not mated, Lucien."

His jaw clenched, but he remained quiet.

"You, are not, a mated male-"

"Well I know that-"

"Then why do you pretend that you are unavailable for anyone-"

"I have a mate now-"

"Who does not want you!" Y/n screamed, her chest heaving. A dark look crossed his face, and his eyes hardened as he turned away.

"Thanks for the reminder that I'm unwanted, Y/n. Its almost like I'd forgotten."

Y/n kicked herself mentally, reaching for him. "Lucien, I did not mean that-"

"Oh you for sure did. Don't lie." He mumbled softly as he was stepped through the threshold into the warm interior of the house, like he was defeated, and Y/n wished that he'd screamed at her, fought with her, because that would definitely have been better than this torture of watching his shoulders curve inwards.

She stepped forward, her dress swishing around her legs, tears slipping out of her eyes and rolling down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She pressed her cheek into the defined muscles of his back, knowing her tears were going to stain the fine threads of his navy blue jacket.

"Lucien please." Her voice broke as she spoke, and he froze, letting her squeeze him tighter with every sob that ripped through her.

The two of them remained in that embrace for far too long and not long enough, unmoving and unspeaking, the only sounds her soft cries and his breaths.

With a jolt, Y/n realised he was crying too.

"Lucien, I need you. I need you so bad." She turned her head, digging her face harder into his back.

He took a deep breath, his chest expanding under her fingers from where they'd climbed up his body as the two of them cried.

"Y/n-"

"No. No, let me finish." Y/n sniffled, trying to get her voice to stop wobbling. "I love you Lucien, and it pains me greatly to see you get hurt by her."

"I'm used to it by now." He whispered. If it was even possible, her arms tightened around him more.

"Lucien I love you. I need you back. Come back to me, let her go." Y/n cried.

"It's not that simple my love."

Y/n's heart- whatever shattered remains were left in her chest by this point- froze at the term of endearment. He didn't even seem to notice.

Y/n just absorbed and basked in the normalcy in which he spoke, as if the two of them were back when everything had been okay fifty years ago. As if the last fifty years had never happened.

Like the two of them were not standing so close but were still so far away from each other.

"It could be if you wanted it to be." Y/n mumbled into his back, wondering if there was any way she could press closer still.

He sighed, his body relaxing as he let his head fall back. Then he turned.

Y/n had to force herself to breathe so as not to pass out as his eyes met hers again. They now swirled with so much more emotions than they had before.

He lifted his hand silently, letting his fingers trace the apple of her cheeks.

She did not let her arms fall from where they were now wrapped around his waist.

Moments passed.

Months, years, millenia.

Still, they stood in their embrace, quiet, lost in thoughts in the arms of the person they loved most, sacred bond or not, the moment only broken by him parting his lips to speak.

Y/n tracked the action eagerly.

"I... guess you're right."

Y/n blinked, her brain slow to process as she was so busy trying not to bite the soft flesh of his lips.

When she realised what he said though, her eyes flew to his, alert.

"What?"

He swallowed. "I just have to... tell her she can be free. That I won't bother her again. That will do it, right?"

Y/n blinked again, shocked at how easily he'd agreed.

He rose a brow at her.

"What, you think I don't love you still?" Her lips parted in shock at that, and his lips lifted at one corner. "You will need more than a few harsh words to make me hate you-"

Y/n did not let him finish.

His lips were soft against hers, moving in a rhythm more familiar to Y/n than the back of her own hand. And the fact that he kissed her back without any hesitation made her melt.

And, maybe, if possible, fall more in love with him.

The both of them were reluctant to pull away, but air was also a necessity, as much as Y/n was loathe to admit it.

She blinked open her eyes, finding him already staring at her, a small quirk to his lips and a blush on his face.

She smiled up at him shyly, as if she just hadn't been the one to initiate the kiss. She tried to hide her face in his neck, just like she used to do before, but he caught her chin between his fingers.

Just like he used to do before.

He grinned at her, nudging his nose against hers. "Look at that facade, getting all shy."

"Shut up." She mumbled.

His smile softened.

"We might have to start all over again."

She straightened, nodding. "I know. I'm ready to do anything it takes."

He smirked at her. "Anything?"

She matched his expression, standing on her toes to kiss his nose to emphasize her point.

"Anything."

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[marvelita85]

Vermithor was flying all around the red keep all morning it seems as he felt Visenya's pain even if it was a good one many would say she in that state wanted to rip the maesters head off

- Im in labor imbecile im brining a child to this damn world... you wont tell me how to behave for your conviniance.....- another contraction and she double in pain grabing one of her bed post, another comment from Orklide and she was fed up - thats it get him out of here.... i dont... want any male around me until this child screams out of me..... OUT!!! - Queen Rhaenyra was informed of her daughter's labors and she left her hand to handle the rest of her day Lord Corlys accepted and took Lucerys with him to start learning about how to rule as he would be Drifmark heir

- my sister... is she going to be alright grandfather?

- Visenya is as strong as your mother and the queen brought 4 children into this world, she will be just fine

Rhaenyra arrived to Visenya's chambers, saw Aemond standing looking very nervous but trying not to show it, she smile touching her brother's shoulder and he looked at her....Rhaenyra only smile dissapearing inside the room

- how could you do this 4 times....- Visenya said looking at her mother....

- princess you have to breath....- Visenya tried to followed their commands and she grab her mothers hands - now push - Visenya was kniling and grabbing both of Rhaenyra's hands, the queen maids help brining the baby out and as the first cries fill the room

- its a boy princess

- healthy? - the queen asked...

- very much your grace - Visenya had her boy in her arms and all the pain dissapeared.... the looks were much like Visenya and Aemond, holding Targaryen trades silvery hair and the blues eyes when he opened his eyes

- hello you... Im your mom - after the afterbirth came out Visenya was cleaned and Aemond could entered his rooms to finally meet his child

- how are they...

- mother and child are very healthy brother...

- thank you... your grace - it wasnt easy for Aemond to aknowledge Rhaenyra as the queen but after Aegon succesfully fleed to Dragonstone and bend the knee to her there wasnt much to do about the legitimisation of the true air... after that Rhaenyra assended the throne, forgave her siblings and as time proceded Aemond and Visenya got married as it was Viserys wish to unified the family and now they were wecoming their child, the future heir to the throne....

- hello.... you are going to meet your father....

- are you alright?

- yes... it was painfull but is all forgoten having him here....

- you have the heir in your hands Visenya....

- you help in the making Aemond... you will have a very hard job now.... teaching him how to be king - Visenya always tried to resured Aemond even when he didnt have a dragonand now they were an unity and have a son she kept inspiring him to be better she even talked to Rhaenyra for Aemond to be included in the small council, as Rhaenyra didnt have any use for blavkfire it was given to Aemond as dark Sister was Daemon's

- he needs a name...

- what do you think about Baelor.... it was your and my fathers father.... deem apropiate for the future king...- Aemond kiss her temple carresing Baelor's head

- is perfect.... - Visenya close her eyes exausted and Aemond grab the baby in his arms letting her rest...

- my prince...the queen mother wished for the baby to be brought to her...Aemond realised it wasnt the first time his mother has done that

- if my mother wants to see my son she can come here... she is no queen anymore.... she will make herself remind of that before she dares to make my wife exaused for her sake

- she did that to my mother you know.... i was the only one that was spare because of my looks all my brothers had to be brough to her

- she cant do that anymore.... your mother forgave her and she still thinks entirled to order us...

- she did it for you and your siblings, if it depended of me she would have the same end your grandfather Lord Strong and the traitors of the small council

- and I thanked you didnt insist on it... but she needs to learn her place

Alicent didnt like it one bit but she was alone all her children were away from her and now Aemond was a father and his son would be the heir of the throne Rhaenyra's reing was asured that afther another queen there would be a king and the Lord of Westeros were alright with it

Baelor recived a dragon egg from his uncles Jace and Luke and many other gifts from Visenya's other siblins, Aegon II joked about taking him to know the brothels around kingslanding and won Aemond's look it was enough to bring fear

Helaena lived in another reality but her words for Baelor were of prospery and loved her wish was Jahaera would be married to him and Visenya was not oposed to that idea but as Baela and Jace were to have a baby probably the queen would want her to be queen along with her son

Aemond went to fly with Vaghar to reasured Vermithor hia rider was alright and resting,Vermithor seem to understand and flu with Vaghar for a time before he dissapeared into the horizon of dragonatone... he didnt like the pit to stay and nor him or Visenya could blame him for that

[s0apmactav1sh]

Extended Ending to Part 4 so everyone can be happy :)))))

Cw: fluff :) hopefully this makes up for me killing off you as a knight

King!Price who isnt happy with even the best doctors within the kingdom telling him your dead. It wasnt fair, how could it be? You had been with him ever since he became the king and now you were gone? No. That just wouldnt do. So without telling anyone or anyone noticing he managed to escape the castle using the tunnels you had shown him incase of an emergancy invasion and he needed to get out so he was killed.

Price who heads straight to the mountains of magic as it was called. Going straight to the tip top to make a deal with the worst kind of wizards. Necromancers. They were the type to take what you offered and then disappear without playing out there side of the deal. But being a king, price had a way to convince them and it involved threatening them with death under the disguise that they disrespected a king and no one would question it.

All it took was a bag of gold and a sparkling silver sword pressing into the neck of a necromancer to convince the wizard to bring you back. Forget the other hundreds of dead soldier still laying on a battlefield just outside the walls of the kingdom. You were still inside, safe on a bed in a hospital wing. And god forgive anyone who attempted to move you because all guards had been given the other to eliminate those who wanted to add your body to the pit of graves that were being dug.

Determind to get back, another sharp threat made its way from the kings mouth and towards the necromancer, who was then force to use a foreign magic to them and teleport them to the tunnels in which Price had come out of. Servents and maids going around were surprised to see their King with a no good necro. They werent welcome within the walls and most were making it clear that he wasnt wanted here. Getting to the hospital wing you were laid in. A body that screamed death waiting in a bed so well made and perfect.

Standing to the side Price watches as the necromancer works his magic, even going as far as to giving a drop of his blood to truly bond you two together. With a whisper of a spell spoken in latin a spiral of colour lifted you up. Your limbs still limp before the light practically stored itself inside of you. A gasp and a yell of pain had Prices eyes snapping to you. You were alive. After days of looking after your body and keeping it safe from anymore harm you were alive. Giving two guards a nod they were quick to remove the necromancer from the room and discard of him.

Looking around the room you nearly jump when you realise your alive. But shouldnt that be impossible, unless... price dabbled in the arts of the darkness that was necromancy. Dragging your eyes from ypur hands that were slowly gaining there colour again to the king who had made his way to your bedside and was standing there looking so proud at the fact you were alive. It was almost like christmas morning with the way price was looking at you.

But if there was one thing that was made up in Pirces mind it was that you were never leaving his side again, not until he died.

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I made this in an apology of killing our knight last time. I didnt know how exactly to write all the magic but yayyyyy your alive again and you guys can live happily ever after with price as your pookie :)

[jealousmartini]

TELL ME TELL MEE !!! 💌 &🌹

OOOUUFF THESE ARE GOOD ONES🙏🏾 THANK YOU FOR THE ASK MOOTIEE😽

ANSWERING QUESTIONS FROM THE THE DR S/O ASK GAME! .𖥔˚🎀

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💌 — who confessed first and how did it happen?

ME 😆! The confession was kinda strange in a way, though. It was in the middle of the 3rd year of UA, where me and kats were out at midnight buying snacks together and while walking through calm dark streets illuminated by city lights, a random "what was your first opinion of me when we first met" popped out of nowhere from Katsuki, which earned a full honest responce from me, which developed into a funny back and forth between him and I, exchanging a combination of simple predictable and unexpected revelations from each other, which then turned into me admitting I liked him.

It started off strong with me explaining how his loud and brash personality early into UA immediately caught my attention and annoyed me a bit, but I found myself orbiting around him regardless. And then the more I hung around him, the more I'd pay attention to his character development, and I started to become invested in his growth. i knew i wanted to get a better understanding of him because I knew for sure he would grow to be something big, at least by the end of the first year, and his drive and passion left no room for me to doubt it. And I was right.

I also admitted how he grew on me fast and I picked up the small things about him just as quickly. I joked about how I would document stupid facts I'd find out about him in my sketch books.(as I would also do with other classmates) He then told me he knew about the documenting and the sketch books because Mina and Denki already exposed me to him the moment they noticed me drawing and paying attention to him a lot which was fucking embarrassing. (because then when we would make it home after the conversation he'd pressure me to show him the art i made, chasing me around the fucking dormitory😐)

I also made the most important point of all, the foundation of how and why I found myself so attracted to him was because of the way he was just saw unmasked and real all the time. I explained how his real nature; his mean, cocky, confident, bullyish, stern occasionally quiet and reserved, cunning, secretly observant and passionate nature peaked my interest, because It was so refreshing to be around someone who doesn't hide who they are or water themselves down just because everybody else does. it felt like a treat whenever I would pick up on the small but important traits and habits he had that not many others did. I said it was about time I bumped into someone who wasn't always friendly or sweet all the time, someone who told me even the toughest and harshest of facts as they were because he knew honesty and trust is important. I told him how his character amd his growth pushed me the furthest I could. I wanted to prove myself to him a little but it simultaneously inspired me to be myself organically and not let others opinions change me unless it was to make myself even better and reminded me to stay focused on the end goal and refuse to back down.

He'd then tell me how the feelings in the beginning of UA were very mutual, too. He found me annoying and weird, especially with my freaky ass personality and hair quirk. (not like that now... not until the second year anyway). He said he thought my Japanese was laughable because of my stupid, thick british accent but bearable and admitted how I would be unintentionally funny at times. But the more he actually paid attention to my skills, my personality, and growth, the more he realised he was starting to find a sense of respect and curiosity for me and wanted to understand me better and he was glad his attention on me wasnt a waste of time. He said he really appreciated how skilled I was with tech. He found it impressive how I could create gear to accommodate different quirks, mostly talking about his. He especially liked the way I was creative with the gadgets I made for my hero costume and how I used them with my quirk, too.

He also admitted how he respected and liked how I refused to acknowledge giving up as an option. He noticed how hard I would push myself and how bad my drive was, he acknowledged me as someone who could keep up with him and he respected it deeply and he admitted how all of that made him maybe, possibly, want to work with me in the future after graduation and because we both bounce off of each other very easily, he thinks mine and his personalities were easily compatible and he appreciated how I didn't make it feel like a chore to work with him professionally during projects, homework, patrolling, or missions and how I managed to break down his walls rather easily in the second half of the first year of UA.

After a short pause, he brought up my acknowledgement of his character. He was interested to know more about why I liked his character so much when he is so used to being told he's too much by other people. He asked me if he was ever too much for me and I didn't really have a detailed answer for his question. I shrugged because I knew he would slowly grow out of his constant yelling earlier in the first year which he did. And don't get me wrong, he is still loud and kind of obnoxious but I guess I just thought he was cool. Weird but cool nonetheless. Plus I actually really liked the way he contrasts from my moderately calmer personality. He's loud cocky and strange and I'm sassy cunty and strange. Perfect. And I don't think he's too much for me anyway. Well not in the same way he is for other people, but more in a way that made me gravitate to him by brute force, or maybe that was just me having a crush for him.

🌹 — what is something you have taught your s/o (or will teach) and what is something they have taught you?

To be honest I've already included things I've learned from Bakugo under the first question, I'll mention things I taught/will teach Bakugo instead.

The art of trust.

When we first met, the most noticeable trait of his aside him being very aggressive was his refusal to rely on others when he needed to. His lack of teamwork and trust steadily improved over time, but it all started when he was kidnapped by the LOV and didn't know what to do. In that moment of time he was defenceless and alone infront of the LOV. He tried to act like he could protect himself and he had it under control but you could tell there was a part of him that hoped someone would come to rescue him, and you knew he was grateful to see the pro heros crashing down the door even though he tried to seem unshaken.

And then there was the part of the rescue when he was out side and escaped the villians grasps, shooting himself into the air and grabbing onto Kirishima's hand. He didn't see I was there, and i wasn't.

But when he looked up to see Iida, deku, todoroki and kirishima in the air calling for him, he recognised my boosters on Deku's shoes and adjusted on iida's engines anywhere so he knew, somehow, I was still in on the rescue. They were purposefully there. It was so the guys could glide the air long enough to catch Bakugo when he caught onto Kirishima's hand, far enough to make sure they werent in the villians radius anymore. The fact alone that they were using my boosters meant to him that they were probably adjusted to properly fit and work on Deku and Iida since they were heavier than me and would take on a lot more weight with three other men on their backs.

They trusted me to help them even though I wouldnt be there physically, but they knew i could be of great help because of my skills in tech. Safe to say he had a lot of gratitude to the guys and me for thinking of him and going after him when he is so used to saying how he doesn't need anyone.

Now after the LOV attack, him being a thinker, would occasionally wonder back to that incident. Specifically remembering my boosters and how effective they were in that time.

There was one other chore moment that taught him trust which was when me and him were partnered up against an opponent. He was still stubborn and didn't think he needed to work on teamwork but begrudgingly played his part. The whole point of this test was to teach him how to be in sync, how to work in harmony, how to trust in the plan, the process and your teammate. And it would only be half way into the test when he'd finally put his ego to rest and actually cooperated with me.

The robot was getting closer to being defeated and i picked up on the fact that it was relying heavily on face and pattern recognition so I had a plan to create a distraction, confuse it and defeat it completely. My boosters only had so much power for 1 more blow so we had to do this perfectly and he understood. I distracted the enemy, using one of my boosters to swiftly glide myself around the opponent, guiding it to a secluded area surrounded by rubble and crumbling buildings. I used one of Bakugo's gauntlets which the enemy didnt read onto quick enough, pointing the explosion in the enemies direction, the blast hitting the enemy and the building behind it causing a quake effect, large peices of building hitting it while it tried to escape, it was stuck on the lower torso down, Katsuki immediately came around it and before it could turn to react, he roundhouse kicked the head off the enemies body clean using the power of the booster, making the robot explode.

Since that test, he has gotten better at working in pairs, still needs a bit of work but a lot of progress made nonetheless

[menuliso]

i feel like i inadvertently created a monster.

two days ago, my little sister was watching mha. she said “way too many people ship deku and bakugou” and then said that izuocha was cuter.

i sat there, and i waited. i knew that by the end of season 6, she’d be at least somewhat convinced. all i had to do was wait.

24hours later, lo and behold, she was in the middle of the war arc, she turned to me and said, “actually, i get why people ship them (bkdk)”

i gave her a proud smile, and said she got the vision. this was quicker than i expected, but i wasnt going to take it for granted.

we watched the episodes together. i watched in real time as she slowly began to really, really grow fond for them. really fond.

disaster struck when she watched katsuki push izuku out of the way of shigarakis attack.

she screamed. fully yelled. she started jumping around the room, she collapsed to the floor, she started doing ROLLY POLLIES. my parents were about dial emergency services to admit her to an emergency room.

i wondered, was this what i looked like when i freaked out over bkdk?

okay, so my sister was some sort of insane bkdk shipper, now, just like me. that was alright, i could deal with this.

but then, i realised just how delusional she was.

today, she breezed through the dark hero arc. then, she watched katsuki’s apology, and let. me. tell. you. she was FREAKING OUT.

SHE WAS SCREAMING ABOUT THE BACKGROUND BEING PINK. SHE SHRIEEKKEEDDD WHEN KATSUKI CAUGHT IZUKU. SHE WAS HYPERVENTILATING. HEART STOPPING.

WAS THIS WHAT I LOOKED LIKE WHEN CHAPTER 403 RELEASED?

“HE CAUGHT HIM, HE CAUGHT HIM.” she screamed.

“THEY BETTER KISS NEXT SEASON.” she yelled in my face. i crossed my fingers and agreed.

just then, time stopped, and i realised that i somehow created a beast. somehow, i had transferred my bkdkism to her via osmosis, causing her to be just as delusional as i.

are the bkdk genes that strong? i didnt even TRY to convince her, but she became some sort of super shipper in the span of a day. im not complaining, because now i have someone of an equal calibre of insane to scream with, but i couldnt help but wonder HOW this happened. i was forming a bkdk action plan in my head two days ago, but now there was no need for such a thing.

as i was typing this post, she screamed “FOCK PEOPLE WHO SHIP URARAKA AND DEKU” and proceeded to throw a pen at me at light speed, causing a concussion.

ah, siblings.

[air--so--sweet]

Read this post by @buddiex911 and ended up writing whatever this is in my notes app. In case it's doesn't come across it's not that Eddie's just unbelievably oblivious, he's just in that place where he's on the cusp of realising something that his brain has tried to hide from him for a long time and the feelings related to that are coming to the surface, but the reason for those feelings is still hidden (me projecting my own experiences onto my blorbos? Never!) Will I spin this into something longer so we get the actual feelings realisation and not just a pile of introspection and angst? Maybe. My track record would suggest otherwise but I've been writing more in general of late so you never know...

He hasnt been sleeping lately. Isn't able to. It's not like when worked at dispatch. When he lay awake at night staring at the ceiling while the dissatisfaction with his life ate away at him, at his carefully crafted veneer, exposing all the pain and hurt and trauma that he had claimed to have brushed off, that he had instead buried deep inside himself and pretended wasnt there.

It's different this time because Eddie actually understands his emotions now. Allows himself to actually feel his emotions now. And what he feels is sad. Incredibly, desperately and overwhelmingly sad. He just doesn't know why. He has Chris back, not only back in his life, but back under the same roof as him. That roof is in El Paso, but rebuilding his relationship with his son is worth the sacrifice of his life in LA. He misses it, and he talks about missing it a lot in therapy, talks about allowing himself to grieve that life. That's not why can't he can't sleep though. It isn't what's keeping him awake at night. Eddie can't sleep because when he lies alone in the dark, when Chris is asleep and the house is silent, he feels like something is missing, something vital. He just doesn't know what. Crying doesn't come easily for Eddie. Even on the rare occasion when he wants to he normally can't. He suppressed his tears so many times his body thinks that's what it's supposed to do. He can only think of one time before this when he really, fully cried as an an adult and that had felt more like he had no choice, like pressure had been building inside him for so long he had to release it somehow or Eddie himself would combust. Even then he had released most of that pressure by taking a baseball bat to everything in his bedroom. Now though his chest aches so profoundly and overwhelmingly with sadness and loss that it feels like there is nothing he can do but cry. He is so overcome that all he can do is sit out on the porch, so Christopher won't overhear him, and let himself shake with the force of his sobbing, without knowing why. How did he lose something that was so fundamental in his life that he feels like part of himself is missing and not know what it is that he's lost? How was he so unaware of what it meant to him that he didn't even register that it would be a loss until after it had already happened? At some point he made a terrible mistake, but he doesn't know what it was and so he can't make it right. There is nothing he can do but sit in the cool night air and cry until his head throbs, and his eyes sting and his throat feels raw. And still his chest aches. When he finally passes out from exhaustion he dreams the same dream he does every night. He won't remember it in morning beyond a vague sense of dread. Still unable to face it. He dreams that it's the day he left LA. He gets in his truck and pulls out from the curb while Buck stands in the rain and waves as he drives away. Eddie watches him in his rearview mirror becoming smaller and smaller as he gets further and further away. Watches until he's just a speck in the distance. Watches until he can't see him at all anymore. Watches until he's gone from Eddie's life. His entire body screams at him to stop, to turn around, to go back, this is a mistake, he's making a mistake, he needs to stop this right now! And he tries to, tries to slam on the brake, to wrench the wheel, to do something, why isn't he doing anything?! But it's just a memory. This has already happened so he can't can't change anything. All he can do is watch it play out the way it did that day. Watch as he keeps on driving, unaware that he's breaking his heart in the process.

[mrsnerdygirl]

My favourite thing to do when i want entertainment is to remember all the times that Peter got what he deserved.

He sold his friends for power, and in the end, he got treated as a worthless person. Lord Voldemort treated him well in the beginning, becuase he needed the information Peter was giving, but later he had to be careful, after all we know the saying, once a cheater, always a cheater.

Nobody trusts him, noone likes him, non of the death eaters are James, or Sirius, or Remus.

The Death Eaters called him Wormtail, some as a joke, but others like Voldemort and Snape who knew the deep meaning behind it, did it as a form of reminding him every day of his mistakes, of his betrayal.

He sold Harry of to Voldemort for the second time, all to get a full hand in the end, and the fact that it was that hand that killed him, is proof that karma is real.

Throughout the months he spend with the Dark Lord, or Snape or even at the Malfoys, he had enough time to realise that he made a big mistake, that wasnt worth it after all.

But it was to late, not only had he killed and destroyed his best friends, but now that he had a chance to make some things right with Harry by saving him, he gets killed, by the hand he sacrificed everything for.

And i know we dont talk a lot about this, but i really like the fact that the last thing he saw was the friend he spend years admiring, the James he betrayed for a tattoo and a name, he saw the eyes of the cheerful woman, who spend her last minutes on Earth begging for her son.

Most people say that Harry should have killed him, and while sometimes i think that aswell , i know that this way of dieing makes it all the more painful, because while Harry spared his life, and didn't kill him, Wormtail sold him off either way. In the end Harry still helped him, tried to save him from being suffocated to death, and that is what makes all the moments of Wormtail as a death eater, all the more entertaining for me, i love knowing that karma is real, and i love reminding myself that people do not change, they just show a part of themselves that was too well hidden.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hay...... Do you think you could do tadc characters with a reader who has super bad depth perception (due to an eye injury) and as a result often ends up walking into things because they didn't realise it was right in front of them?? :3 (aka me)

TADC cast x reader who has very bad depth perception!

fuck it we balling!! (admin is now on a small time crunch, theyre not going to explode if they fail to finish this before they timer is up, but they are weird about time stuff) rolls around ehehehhehe i hope you enjoy!! i must admit, admin was a little stumped on this so this might be a little..... meh </3

CAINE:

i think he blows it out way out of proportion... though im not sure thats the right word... i mean, if you manage to get close to caine (which is quite a feat considering before he didnt really. build genuine connections with circus members as well as being busy with... whatever it is he does...) he doesnt quite.. understand... so i think he insists on being your eyes, utilizing his... thousands of all seeing eyes. he can get overbearing at times so youre going to need to set the record straight and explain things to him... hes a little confused but hes got the spirit.... takes you to his room whenever things get hard (migraine, nausea, ect ect ect) and pampers you... so.. maybe him taking things too far/seriously isnt that bad...

POMNI:

has probably tossed you something before remembering your depth perception... the regret on her face is immediate, spreading over it before you even have the chance to react to whats going on... quick and long stream of apologies as she picks up the thing; it wasnt even likely anything important or fragile

eventually builds the habit to not toss things to people when they ask for something.. offers to read things out for you if you have trouble with it, as well as guiding you to dark places if you have trouble with migraines as well (while admin doesnt have depth perception he does have something funky with his eyes that make them sometimes roll and cross and it suuuucks)

RAGATHA:

oh she is so so so empathetic with you. as mentioned above in pomnis part, if youre prone to nausea or migraines, shes going to do all that she can to help you... usually lets you lay in her bed to collect yourself... helps you judge the distance things are, especially if its in a chaotic situation such as an in house adventure. if you open up to her about the reason behind your bad vision, her heart is going to hurt for you. if you need comfort, she will provide it; if you just need some ears, she will provide. generally very good about accommodating you

JAX:

has probably asked why your eyes look off, assuming they cross or otherwise arent "standard". doesnt really say it to be rude, well.. actually no this is jax hes likely just scoping to see what the deal is, though its more of a curiosity thing. gives a soft "oh" when you briefly explain why. honestly i think he has a habit of tossing things to people when they ask him for something, and i think this would carry over to you.... does sometimes feel bad, but hey! hes not trying to be mean (kinda...)

does not stoop low enough to use your poor depth perception to his advantage for pranks, though. hes an asshole but i dont think he would be that evil tbh...

KINGER:

honestly? same. like i dont think that he has bad eyes thanks to an injury, no rather i think its just because hes OLD!!! so theres times where you guys fail to be each others eyes. you have terrible depth perception, he is shortsighted... uh oh... good news is that hes always keeping an eye on you (no shitty pun intended) due to him constantly worrying about you, so the chance of you somehow being in the way of danger is fairly low.... probably.... if you tend to attract it, though, or are on the clumsier side, rest assured that hes keeping you in the pillow fort!/lh

ZOOBLE:

probably doesnt even notice it at first until you bring it up in passing, and honestly i dont think their view on you would change. sure they would try to be more accommodating for you since theyre not totally apathetic, especially since youre a friend and/or partner... but theyre not too... emotional, so unlike ragatha they wouldnt outwardly give you an excessive amount of.... pity? care? im struggling to find the right word, im afraid... will let you vent about it, though, if the issues that come with it cause any stress.. otherwise doesnt bring it up too much unless you bring it up, both because they dont think its too much of a big deal as well as not wanting to pry

GANGLE:

very sad very empathetic if you ever open up to her about the events leading up to your injury (assuming you remember/it was something that happened in the real world that carried into the digital world), and perhaps sheds a tear for you. helps you read and write things if you struggle with it, as well as even wrapping her ribbon around your eyes should any random bouts of nausea roll in. generally very sweet about it but is very careful about not stepping over any lines, tends to ask before doing something (especially with the blindfolding/nausea thing)

[florexyy]

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐬, 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 / 𝐍𝐢-𝐊𝐢

𝟭. 𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 & 𝗥𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 Genre: Enemies to lovers, a bit of smau Pairing: ni-ki x fem!reader WC: 926 Warnings(TBU!): profanity, slow burnish,  y/n & riki have an attitude problem, might contain bad grammar and may be illogical sometimes. ༻꧁✬꧂༺

⇝8.08.2022⇜ The blaring ring of the alarm clock felt like a concussive wave clearing the foggy haze of sleepiness, her head felt heavy and her vision blurry. Y/N groaned, pulling the covers over her head realising it was pointless as she fumbled for the off button, her hand missing it twice. She had only managed four hours of sleep because the angst of starting a new school had overwhelmed her. All she could focus on was how exhausted she was. As the blaring noise finally stopped Y/N sat up her vision still dim reaching for her phone, squinting her eyes, as she checked the time. She'd been in Seoul for barely two weeks, and so far, it had been nothing but a blur of new faces, unfamiliar streets, and undeniable pressure. The move from her quiet hometown to a bustling city on the other side of the world hadn't exactly been easy. But that wasnt the worst of it. The worst part was the fact that she had overslept.

 She scrambled out of bed with a rush of panic, she dashed into the bathroom, washed her face, and threw on whatever clothes she could grab. It didn't matter she was already late and nothing she could do would fix that. Grabbing her school bag she threw open her bedroom door and sprinted towards the stairs hoping Jay hadnt left yet, which turns out he did.   Since he had left already, she was livid. Now, she had no choice but to sprint all the way to school, already running late. The pouring rain drenched her clothes as she sprinted, which added onto the irritation.

She barely had time to focus on the unfamiliar streets around her, dodging people and weaving through traffic as she neared the school gates.

"Great, Im going to be late on my first day of school...." she muttered, pushing through the crowd of students gathering at the entrance.

As she entered the school courtyard, a hush of whispers trailed behind her. Being the new girl wasnt easy, especially not when she stood out with her thrown together outfit. Y/N could feel the stares of the students around her, their eyes curious, some skeptical, others amused holding back their laughter. Seoul was known for its trendy, fashionable people, and here she was, barely keeping it together. With her anxiety building up, she quickly made her way towards the main building, only to bump into a tall, firm figure. She looked up to find a blonde boy glaring down at her, his expression laced with annoyance.

"Watch where youre going idiot" a voice snapped, clearly pissed as he pushed past her.

"arrogant bastard.." she mumbled under her breath rolling her eyes, before continuing on her way without another word. Once she entered the building she hurried to her class, her shoes clicked on the cold concrete floor as she walked through the halfway empty hallway.

The classroom door opened, and the teacher glanced up with a raised brow as Y/N walked in. "Ah, you must be the new student," the teacher said, her tone cool. "Find an empty seat."

Y/N nodded restlessly, quickly making her way to the back of the room, harshly staring back at the curious gazes of the other students. Her seat was in the back next to a few other students who didn't seem too interested in interacting. "Is this seat taken?" a voice interrupted her thoughts, making her glance up, analyzing her with rough eyes, just to see a girl with short, dark hair and a friendly smile standing beside her desk. "No, go ahead," Y/N said, flashing her a smile.

"Thanks," the girl replied, sitting down beside her. "Im Nao-Mi. I'm kind of a regular around here," she joked. "Looks like you're the new girl? I hope it's not too overwhelming."

Y/N smiled back, relieved at the kind reception. "Yeah, it is a little... but I'll get used to it. I think."

Y/N felt her shoulders loosen up at Nao-Mi's words. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as she'd anticipated. As the class began, she didnt even try to focus on the dull math lesson, skretching doodles in her book but her mind kept wandering back to the boy she'd bumped into earlier. Who was he? And why did he seem so...bitter?

She shook her head, trying to push the thought out of her mind. She had enough to worry about right now.  ༻꧁✬꧂༺

By lunch, Y/N had managed to make a few new friends, but none of them quite compared to Nao-Mi. There was something charismatic about her, her easy going attitude, her confident demeanor but also her ability to make everyone around her feel welcome. She was the kind of person who lit up every room she walked into, like a sunray, and Y/N felt lucky to have met her so quickly.

When the bell rang , Y/N gathered her things, ready to head back to class. As she walked through the crowded hallway, she spotted him again, the blonde boy from earlier.

This time, he was standing with his friends, talking boisterously, and even then and there he looked so full of himself, which pissed her off. He shifted his head to the side, and his eyes met hers for a moment before he rolled his eyes at her, his glare lingering far too long for Y/Ns comfort. She returned his gaze, standing her ground. She had no idea who he was, but something told her that their paths would cross more than once and that wasn't exactly a comforting thought.

As the day went on, she couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to get even more complicated.. Next Part⇝

[gil-notskajla]

im sucker for ultimately happy endings no matter how dark the middle was but that.. that was a possibility. Still, that was gut-wrenching.

In a way it kinda is a happy ending i guess(?). She retreated and ceased activity for now, so other iterations are at least temporarily safe. If there are any left. But man...........

This ending sucks!!! (/not really negative). Its an absolute tragedy. No recovering from that! Yes your wife is dead because in search for a delusion you killed her!! And didnt even realise. She wasnt even surprised, just dissapointed. And you can never fix this. You made a choice, a mistake which cannot be unmade and path to it was equally as bloody as the deed itself.