#but it's like no I felt like crying seeing that pendant... I just... I don't really tend to cry... can't really cry

[medicinemane]

Well, spent like the last hour sorting the big box of paper I'd filled from a bunch of storage room boxes, and putting it into like... books, magazines, mail, shit I don't feel like dealing with right now

(The random shit box with like old drawings and stuff... it doesn't close, so I'll have to go and repack it, maybe sort it further)

Anyway, also went down and resorted the stuff I'd given mom to sort and instead of a box with just random mail and a box with random magazines, I removed the magazines all together back up to this floor, and I took out like... 20-50 pieces of mail, like less then a third of a much smaller box and I set that out

Fucking sucks having to like... artisanally arrange junk mail in the vain hope that my mom will finally feel up to sorting through a couple old envelops but... best fucking shot I have I guess

Also, found something I thought she'd really want. Years back one of the cats died who she was really close with, I know she's still upset about it (I am too, but... who cares, you know?). Anyway, I found an unopened little puffy envelope that items get mailed in

Inside I found this little pendant type thing that's something like... "I loved you then, I love you still, I always loved you, I always will, to my cat", going around in a circle around art of a cat

So I figure she's want it and I'm like "by the way I found this" (and for some context, she always fucking sits in the dark with nothing but the screen for light) and she recoils in disgust and it's like... what? Do you think I set some fucking dead bug on your thing you put your keyboard on? (No, she later said it looked like a parasite out of a star trek episode which... yeah, I totally have access to literal aliens from star trek)

So I'm just kinda like... no, this is something you want, and I got the light on and I read it for her cause I knew she wouldn't be able to read it, and she was just kind of like... "oh... ok..."

Man... I was trying to be nice to you, fuck me I guess

[chrissv4mp]

౨ৎ WHAT IF?

PART 1 ; YOU DON'T REMEMBER CALLING OUT FOR ME?

SUM: matt can't seem to stop worrying about you. he can't seem to stop replaying the events of that night.

PAIR: matt sturniolo × f!reader

CWS: cursing, crying, yelling, brief mention of car crashes, slight blood, road rage(?), mentions of amnesia (the loss of memories, facts, information, and experiences).

WC: 2.9k

NOTES: highly requested part 2 is FINALLYYYY here! (might be a part 3 cus... why not?)

TAGS: @livialifesblog @jetaimevous @watercolorskyy @blahbel668 @her-favorite @wiidfi0wer33 @loving1dsworld @fallingforfalll2 @muchloveforhacker @slutforsturnioloss @sturniluvr @httqvi @stasiesturn @phoenix062

NAVIGATION

— MATT. MATT WAS YOUR BOYFRIEND. That's why he saved you. That's why he was the first person to run towards the crash, and that's why he was so touchy with you in the ambulance. That's why you can't stop the faint images that flash through your mind of his blurry flace. But, is that also why you hear yelling in the back of your mind? Is that why your heart hurts and beats rapidly every time you see him?

Is he the reason you're lying in this hospital bed?

Monitors beep beside you every other second, tracking your heart rate and blood pressure and whatever else they need to. The IV in your wrist moves with every subtle squirming motion you make, and your head still aches with the sting of the gash and... something you still can't grasp.

Your heart aches as well. Not only for yourself, but also for Matt. He had to witness the whole thing happen, or else you wouldn't remember the terrified look on his face as he dragged you out of the drivers seat. He watched the love of his life experience a near death situation, and you couldn't imagine how it would feel.

But somehow, you can. You can imagine it.

How? Why can you feel exactly what he must've felt right in that moment? Did you experience that feeling, too, or was it just empathy? It didn't feel like it. It felt too real to be just empathy, but you didn't know how or when you felt like that, so how could you prove it to yourself?

"Hey," a soft voice caught you off guard, and your body jolted in shock before realizing who it was. Matt. There he was, standing just behind the privacy curtain in the room, "Sorry to startle you. Do you mind if I come in?"

You only gave him a weak nod of your head, your lips curving into a small, hopeful smile. Matt's smile seemed to widen as he stepped toward your bed, closing the curtain behind him before he moved to take his place in the chair beside your the bed.

The only sounds were the beeping of monitors and the muffled chatter of other patients and doctors, neither you nor Matt having the right words to say. What were either of you supposed to say right now?

Matt knew what he could say. He was just scared to say it.

He didn't want those horrible memories of the fight to come back to you. He never wanted you to remember the heart-shattering words he spoke to you.

So, instead, he decided on a more normal conversation starter, "How'd you sleep last night? Sorry I couldn't be here, they wouldn't let me stay unless I was immediate family." He was lying. Why was he lying right to your face?

Because he couldn't stand the sight of your hurt, beat up face. He felt guilty every time he even heard your voice. His eyes weren't even on you right now, focused on the floor as he fiddled with his fingers in his lap.

You shrug, hands toying with the thin sheets of the hospital bed, "I couldn't really sleep with all the monitors beeping, but I got some hours in, so it was fine."

Matt just nods gently, almost as if he doesn't know you and doesn't want to know you, only giving the small gesture so you would think he's entertained. It was almost as if he was speaking to a stranger, but he wasn't. He was speaking to his girlfriend.

He should've been comfortable with you by now. You assumed the relationship had been long, or else you wouldn't have had his initial as the pendant dangling from your necklace.

"I'm scared." You say quietly, lower lip trembling subtly as you glance over at the monitors that tracked your heart rate among other things. You were scared dying. You were scared of being stuck in the hospital for longer than a month. You were scared that you would lose Matt, the only person who visited you.

He could cry. He could do so many things, but all he did was sit there and clench his fists. He was scared, too. He was terrified, but he had to be strong. For you. "Don't be. I promise you'll be okay."

Your own tears surfaced, and Matt choked on his spit as he heard your quiet whimpers. He didn't know what to do. No. He did know what to do he was just scared of doing it. How would you react? What if you still thought he was some stranger?

As you wipe your tears, you finally speak, "You said we needed to talk about something," you mutter, tilting your head to the side in an attempt to catch his gaze, but you still get nothing. His eyes dart all over the place, not once sparing you a glance even as you continue to speak, "Is it—What did we need to talk about, Matt?"

His name sounds foreign coming from your mouth, the way it rolled off your tongue so strangely (well, to him, at least) made him suck in a shaky breath. You almost don't notice him shudder, his whole body changing his sitting position, almost as if he was uncomfortable being in the same room as you.

"We don't have to talk right now if you're not ready. I'll be back every day, so we can talk whenever we're both ready." Matt speaks softly, giving you a weak smile as he taps his foot on the tiles of the floor, "Plus, I wouldn't wanna overwhelm you with all of it after your... incident. And you said you didn't sleep well last night, so that's another thing—"

"No, it's okay. I'm ready." You cut him off, nodding your head with an eager look on your face. Maybe if he spoke, you'd remember. Maybe if he had told the whole story, you would remember, and everything would go back to normal. You'd remember.

Right?

Matt shakes his head as a soft chuckle falls from between his lips, "No, no, it's okay, Y/N. We'll talk some other time." He was pushing it back. He didn't want to talk. Did the doctors not tell him the same things they told you, or did he just not want you to remember?

"Matt, I'm saying we can talk now. I'm ready." You say, voice shaking slightly as you watch the way his fists clench and unclench every other second, "Let's just—"

Beep, beep, bee—

"Y/N, I don't want to fucking talk!" His loud voice booms in the much quieter room as he shoots up from his seat beside you. The soft blue eyes that were once full of hope were much darker now, much colder, "Can't you get that through your fucking head?" He breathes out, throwing his hands up in an exasperated motion.

He tilts his head to the side, scoffing as he wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans. When he finally looks over at you, it feels like his heart breaks.

For the millionth time since last night.

Your eyes are teary, lips parted as short breaths fall out. Your hands grip the hospital gown you're wearing, and you almost look like you've seen a monster. Because you have. Matt just sighs, fists clenching once again. Why was he being like this?

"Just leave it alone, kid," He mutters, shaking his head as he begins to walk away towards the privacy curtain. He doesn't spare you another glance even as he shuts the curtains behind him, leaving you alone to process what had just happened. What had happened?

Kid. You weren't a kid. Sudden anger washed over you as you finally processed his sentence, and something came back to you. Memories of the moments before the crash.

"Don't be so fucking sensitive, Y/N! I was just messing around. You're getting all riled up over nothin', kid."

"Don't call me 'kid', I'm not a fuckin' kid, Matthew. And you could've died from the height of your apartment! You're still drunk."

The room around you seems to spin, and you feel sick to your stomach as your eyes move around the small room you were set in. If he was your boyfriend, why were you fighting that night? And if you were fighting, why did he come to save you?

Beep, beep, bee—

Matt groaned in frustration as yet another car honked at him, his grip on the steering wheel tightening in both anger and anxiety. He was worried he wouldn't make it to the hospital in time. He had left the apartment earlier than usual in an effort to be on time, but it had just resulted in him getting stuck on traffic.

On The Five, too, an unusually busy street at an even more unusual hour of the day, "If these dumb motherfuckers don't stop honking at us, I'm gonna go insane." Nick sighed from the back, running a hand through his freshly-washed hair as he looked out of his window.

Right. He had invited both Nick and Chris to tag along with him to the hospital, and despite Nick's complaining about the early hour, he still came. He hadn't seen you since that night, and he never even asked if you were alright, too scared of what you would say.

"Nick!" Chris yells, turning in his seat to look back at his brother. Nick just rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over one another as he huffs.

"No, he's right, Chris. I'm gonna punch someone if they honk at me again." Matt huffs, eyes moving to his phone to check how long it would take to get there.

30 minutes.

His heartbeat picked up as his grip got impossibly tighter on the wheel, accidently turning to the right before he finally focused and got back on track. Nick and Chris gave each other a knowing look before their eyes were on Matt again.

"Dude, fucking move!" Matt yelled, his voice strained as he tried his hardest not to panic. His anxiety was never this high in traffic, why was it this high right now?

Nick's eyes widen at the booming voice of his brother, his hand moving to his heart in surprise as he stares at the back of his brothers head rest, "We're gonna be late, fuck." Matt sighed, his breathing short.

"Kid, it'll be fine. Calm down, we'll get there when we get there. Y/N won't be mad." Chris coos in an attempt to reassure his brother, his hand moving to awkwardly pat his shoulder. Seeing his brother so stressed made him hurt, his face contorting into a look of worry as he stared at the side profile of Matt.

His last words almost make Matt break, his breath hitching as he replays the moments of his last visit. He yelled at you. He snapped at you because he didn't want to talk. Why was he such an asshole? "She's gonna be mad, Chris."

"Fuck," Matt anxiously runs a hand through his messy hair, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before they open to look back at the road, "I yelled at her. Chris, I fucking yelled at her!" He breathes, worry clear in his tone as he finally spills.

"She's gonna resent me fore—" Matt starts, taking both of his hands of the wheel as he drags them down his face. He sucks in a deep breath, tears threatening to prick in his eyes as he feels that familiar suffocating feeling. He couldn't do this right now. He was in traffic and he was late and he had to get to you and...

"Matt, shut the fuck up," Nick says, his voice rising in an attempt to get his brothers attention. When he saw Matt's eyes in the rear view mirror, he began to speak, "Nothing could make her hate you after what you did. You saved her life, for Christ's sake."

"Right. Just apologize, kid. She's probably confused with everything going on. Just tell her what you feel." Chris chimes in, nudging Matt with his hand as he smiles at him. Matt nods subtly, hands moving back to the wheel but still maintaining that tight grip.

It was still killing him inside.

Ambulance sirens come closer and closer to Matt's car, and now he's a couple blocks away from his apartment. Now you're lying on the grass, and you're gone. He doesn't pull over even when he sees the ambulances on the shoulder, his eyes looking off into the distance.

"Matt, pull over!" Nick says, tapping the headrest as he notices the ambulances. His brother doesn't even turn the wheel, too lost in the fake scenario in his head. There was a universe where he didn't come and get you.

"No," Matt whispers, finally coming back to it as he looks out of Chris' window, noticing the ambulances. He still doesn't even think to pull over, "No."

His head was spinning, and when the ambulances finally passed, the traffic started to clear. Matt didn't hesitate to stomp on the gas, jolting all three triplets' bodies back as he sped down the highway.

"Matt," you whisper, watching as your boyfriend and... 2 more of him walk through the curtain and into your room?

Chris notices the confused look on your face as he walks in last, his lips tugging into a small smile as he moves to sit in the seat on the left side of the hospital bed. He waves to you, "Hey, Y/N. I'm Chris, Matt's brother, and also one of your friends."

"We're triplets. I forgot to tell you I was gonna bring 'em today, sorry." Matt chuckles lightly, rubbing your shoulder softly as he takes the other seat on the opposite side of the bed. Nick takes the seat on the far end of the room, right by the curtain as he smiles at you.

"I'm Nick, glad to see you're okay, Y/N." Nick says, his voice quiet so as not to disturb the peaceful atmosphere of the room. He waves his hand at you in a greeting, placing it back on his thigh as he sees you smile.

They all came to see you.

"Thank—" You suck in a breath as their presence finally sinks in, eyes fluttering shut for a moment to compose yourself before you finish, "Thank you guys for coming to see me. 'Ts means a lot, thank you."

Chris' heart flutters at your words as he relaxes in his chair, comfortable silence filling the room as he takes in the whole thing. He was glad you felt at least somewhat comfortable around them, "Don't thank us, we're just so, so happy that you're alright.

Matt still feels the light tension between you two as his eyes meet yours for only a second. Yours move away, but his... they stay. Finally. He breathes deeply before scooting closer to the edge of his chair, practically leaning over you now, "I'm sorry for snapping at you yesterday. It wasn't right of me, and I should've just told you that I wasn't ready to talk."

Your eyes move to his again, breath stuttering as you notice that look in his eyes. The same look he gave you in the ambulance ride here, the same look you... somehow, remember from previous events. Dates. More intimate moments and even some sad ones. You remember them.

"It's okay." You match the volume of his voice, eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips. You want to kiss him. Is he even comfortable with that right now? Matt answers your question for you, leaning closer to your face and pressing his lips to yours softly.

Nick cringes lightly, but he doesn't make a peep, instead moving his eyes to the floor. He didn't want to ruin the moment. He wanted both you and Matt to be happy. Chris smiles, moving his hands up to clap them together slowly.

The sudden noise makes Matt pull away, and Nick's eyes move, all of your heads turned to Chris, who just sits there, continuing his celebration, "Let's fuckin' go, Matt!" He calls, his voice straining as it always does whenever he's excited.

Matt blushes furiously, rolling his eyes as he gives his brother the finger. You and Nick laugh as Chris continues his motions, only further urging Matt. Before Chris can even say anything else, Matt is rounding the hospital bed and punching his brother in the shoulder repeatedly, eliciting a string of 'ows' from Chris.

"Actually, shut your fucking mouth," Matt murmurs, ruffling Chris' hair before he moves over to his seat again. Nick smiles in amusement, raising his eyebrows at Matt, "Yeah, that'll for sure show him."

"I'll give it to you 10 times wor—" Matt catches himself, his words sounding dirty to himself in his mind as he claps a hand over his mouth, his scream muffled.

Nick, Chris, and you all erupt into laughter. You and Chris grab onto each other as you laugh, unable to contain it anymore.

Even if you didn't get all of your memories and experiences back, you were glad you'd have this memory. Permanently.

You hoped.

[hencheri]

Imagine wayv maknae line gangbanging reader? (noncon) ALSO MORE MEAN DOM XIAOJUN?

18+. mdni.

warnings: gangbang, noncon, physical violence.

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yangyang didn't have any mean intentions. not at all. upon seeing you, he just thought about your face and the harmony of it. your hair, how it dripped over your shoulders. and your cleavage, a gold heart pendant sitting on your chest.

he liked how you looked and how polished your appearance was. it felt like looking at an angel, stomach churning at the mere sight of a beautiful girl like you.

maybe he had a few dirty thoughts. like how perky your nipples would be without your top on, or how plushy your thighs would feel in his hands.

but that's when he realized he shouldn't have stared at you for so long, xiaojun and hendery noticing what — or rather who — had caught the youngest's attention.

yangyang has always been aware of the foul way his friends treat girls. to be honest, just hearing them talk makes him uncomfortable sometimes. especially xiaojun.

he says things in such a nonchalant manner it sends shivers down yangyang's spine. the evil gleam in xiaojun's eyes when he explains what he wants to do to you is enough to alert him that he might be serious this time. it's always followed with hendery's laugh, turning everything into a joke.

he's learned to smile along with his friends' laughs, bashfully looking away as what was said made his cock jump more than once.

yangyang isn't like them, ideas like these don't occur in his mind. at least it isn't frequent. but xiaojun and hendery are his closest friends since literally forever, so perhaps the scene happening in front of him doesn't frighten him as much as he pretends to.

you're sobbing so loud he wonders how nobody still hasn't heard anything coming from the dark alleyway they're in. hendery holds you from behind, his hands wrapped around both of your arms. he's looking over your shoulders, watching xiaojun coming closer to you as he keeps you from moving away.

xiaojun lifts up your top, revealing your stomach, heaving up and down rapidly. "give me your cig," he tells yangyang, looking at your skin, pretty goosebumps all over it.

"... what?" yangyang hesitantly mutters, but he clearly heard what his friend said. he just doesn't want to believe he's going to do what he thinks he will.

"give it to me," he repeats, now shooting him a glare.

he hears another one of your sobs and takes the cigarette out of his mouth, still lit up, passing it to xiaojun. he does just what he thought he would.

xiaojun presses the burnt end onto your stomach and you let out a scream that will surely stay in yangyang's mind for a while. xiaojun could only describe it as the most beautiful and truthful sound he's ever heard.

hendery holds you from squirming too much, keeping your back against his chest. "how does it feel?" he whispers into your ear, his breath brushing over your neck making you wince. "hm?" he encourages you to answer, a little too eager.

"it hurts!" you cry out, and of course it does. but you obviously don't see it in the right way.

"dejun, come on..."

it makes the oldest roll his eyes, huffing out. "what?" he says, visibly irritated. "think you're better than that? than us?" xiaojun turns to yangyang, looking at him like he's missing the point — the whole sense of it. "i know you better than anyone else, yangyang."

he stares at him one last time, "leave if you want."

the smile on xiaojun is big when yangyang doesn't leave, but also gets driven by his own deepest desires — the very ones he swore he didn't have.

his cock is filling you up entirely, thrusting back and forth inside of you with his arm wrapped around your torso, holding you up. yangyang's eyebrows frown as xiaojun twists your hair around his fist, raising your head up so your leaky eyes meet his.

your angelic features are ruined, drippy mascara dusting your cheeks instead of your red blush. yangyang's partially the cause of it, even before he pushed his length in your pussy. you were destined to be ruined the moment he laid eyes on you.

[swarvey]

when you've moved on | elliott x gn!reader | part two

summary -> he slowly lost interest in you after you got married. now he watches you fall back in love with someone else. warnings -> very slight mention of nsfw, implied age gap, mainly just angst! wc -> 1106

a/n: i swear i keep trying to write for the bachelorettes but then get inspired with an idea for the bachelors :') anyways have this, decided to do elliott since he's "so much older and wiser" iykyk.

this was inspired by the dialogue you get when your hearts with your sdv spouse gets low, except i flipped the tables :) lmk if you guys want to see this as a series!!

part one -> the way i loved you (sebastian)

tolerate it -> "what would you do if i break free and leave us in ruins?"

elliott's pen hovers over the page in front of him, unmoving for the past ten minutes now. his grip tightens, knuckles white in frustration as he finally releases it, falling back in his chair with his eyes closed as it clatters onto his table.

his writer's block has never been worse, and it's because all he can think of is you.

more so, his loss of you.

no matter how many times he replays the scenario in his head, he can't make sense of how he lost you. he still remembers his wedding day, how he couldn't help but tear up at the sight of you approaching him down the aisle.

"you said you wouldn't cry," you'd teased him.

"i said i would try, my dear," he responded, touching your cheek gently, "but how can i not? your beauty is otherworldly today."

he remembers his vows, his promise to always be by your side. he remembers kissing you like his life depended on it. he remembers going home with you that night, in disbelief that he could finally call you his as he pulled his hair into a bun, mermaid's pendant hitting his bare chest as he dragged you to the bedroom.

"i love you, y/n," he'd said after, both of you panting in exhaustion and satisfaction beside each other. "more than anything else in this universe. i wouldn't trade you for a hundred iridium bars."

you'd laughed, turning your head to look at him with shining eyes and pink cheeks. "really? how about a thousand?"

"nor a thousand."

"ten thousand?"

"not even ten thousand bars, no."

". . . how about a hundred thousand?"

"no, not even a hundred thousand bars!" he'd turned to you then, wide-eyed and holding back a grin at the sight of your scheming gaze. "my love, let's be reasonable—"

"what about a million bars?"

"wha . . . a million bars of pure iridium . . . ? dear, don't make me do this . . ."

"a-ha!" you'd said, sitting up in bed suddenly. "so you would!"

"i never said such a thing!"

at the sight of his pout, you had sprawled yourself on top of him, planting a kiss on his nose as he looked down at you with a smile.

"i love you, too, el."

elliott sighs, his head falling forward into his hand. one part of him wishes to hear you utter those words again; the other prays he'll one day forget you ever said them.

the first few seasons after the wedding had been dreamlike — elliott had never felt so full of life before. it was like being with you had opened his eyes to how colorful and bright the world could be. sometimes he would wake up before you and admire your sleeping figure, a soft smile appearing on his lips every time he caught a glimpse of your necklace.

he doesn't remember when the spark began to fade, though.

no, he only recalls the days he began to leave the farm early in the morning to spend time alone in his old cabin on the beach, coming back only for dinner. the two of you would eat quietly, sitting at opposite ends of the table. he would ask and answer questions shortly, mainly focusing on the dull, uninspiring feeling he seemed to get every time he was in your shared house.

he never noticed the sad look filling your eyes, begging him to pay attention to you, to show you the love he once had for you. he paid no mind to how your face lit up every time he came home, only to deflate as he walked past you. he never even thought about how your conversations with him had turned one-sided, as he would spill his troubles to you without even giving you a chance to share yours.

not until it was too late, that is.

". . . do you still love me?"

it was a question he never thought he would hear from you, and yet he'd unknowingly driven you to that point. elliott had never heard silence so loud until then, realizing that, for some reason, he couldn't answer your question.

"answer me, elliott," you'd said, voice wavering as he uneasily met your eyes. "i need to know this. i feel like you've been treating me like a kid lately — when i talk to you, i can barely get a word out without you lecturing me. you're barely home to even do that anymore."

he scoffed. "please, y/n, be reasonable," he had replied, the same words he had said that night after professing his love to you. "i've simply been a bit caught up lately, that's all. i need my own time to write."

"seriously? that's what you're going to say?" you shook your head, crossing your arms as you looked at him pleadingly. "why are you acting like this? do you seriously think being a bit older than me justifies how you've been treating me?"

"that has nothing to do with our situation," he snapped sharply, then sighed. "please, can we go to bed? i'm tired of this." he started towards the bedroom door, leaving you behind him.

"you never answered my question."

he stopped.

"it's okay, el," you'd whispered. "i had a feeling i already knew. i was just hoping you would at least be able to tell me."

so now, here he is. unable to finish the sequel to his novel because he'd dedicated the first one to you, and what's the point of writing a second one if you're no longer by his side?

what's the point if you have sebastian now, who spends every second with you? who is much younger than him and rides a motorcycle? who gives you a mermaid's pendant — a year after the two of you separated, by the way — and makes sure the entire town can make it to your wedding?

he doesn't know what you see in him. sure, his passion for music is a bit admirable, but can he really treat you properly? there's no way seb can make you smile, make you laugh, make you cry out of pure joy or pleasure like he did.

elliott had attended the wedding, of course, so he could make sure you were happy.

he most certainly wasn't hoping to see a twinge of hesitation, maybe even regret in your eyes as you walked down the aisle again.

as elliott abandons his writing and heads out the doorway of his cabin, the image of you happier than he'd ever seen you while passionately kissing sebastian is burned into his mind.

you are no longer his, and it's entirely his fault.

[magics-neptunes-things]

Mockingjay - Part 6

Hello world!

So this is the new chapter for Mockingjay :)

Unlike what I said before, the Games are starting in this one, I was a little bit tired of them being in the Capitol and wanted a little more action!

I hope you will like this chapter and enjoy it. Please let me know what you think about it ♥

TW : Fight, weapon, blood, death. It's the Hunger Games, after all.

Also! I made a map that you can find at the end of the chapter, if you want to see what I imagined :)

Please don't make fun of it, it took me one all night to do it.

Chapter before

Saying goodbye to Lucy last night was something horrible for Ona. She was glad to find no one in the living room when she came back to their quarter. She then took a shower and went to bed. She didn’t realize that she was crying until she heard someone knock on the door.

Ona was scared to see Tony, but it was only Alexia. The blonde hasn’t asked anything, she just asked Ona if she needed her. Ona needed her, but the brunette didn’t know how. Alexia took care of everything though, giving her one of the gummies to help her sleep and cuddling her all night long.

Breakfast and everything else felt really strange this morning. It was strange to realize that it’s their last meal together, the last time Ona smiles at Leila’s jokes or the last time she changes into her bedroom.

Only today she realizes that Jana might have slept in the same bed.

Ona was taken away by two Peacekeepers from her quarter and it’s Alexia from her team who comes with her. For Tony, it was another man of the team, who Ona doesn’t really like. Ona says goodbye to Leila too, hugging her tightly and thanking her for the way she dressed her.

Just before going inside the Arena, her clothes were checked by people probably working for the Capitol. Ona is a little bit out of it to be honest. Those people could do what they want with her, she won’t say anything. But on the other hand, she knows that Alexia is here to keep an eye on her.

“She has the right to have it. The President said it was okay.”

Ona raises her head when she hears Alexia’s voice, just to realize that the woman in front of her was looking at her pendant with suspicion. But the woman finally nods and takes her hands away from Ona.

“I’ll give you time to say goodbye. May the odds be ever in your favor, Ona.”

“Thanks” Ona mumbles back.

She takes a big breath when the door is closed, turning to face Alexia. For the first time since she knows her, Alexia seems a little bit lost in her feelings. Or at least she’s not as good as she was until now to hide it. She looks sad, her eyes a little watery.

“Come here” Alexia says.

Without hesitation, Ona takes two steps to be in the blonde’s arms. It’s sad to say that she had two of her best encounters just before fighting for her life. But at least she was in good company.

“You can do it, Ona” Alexia whispers, still holding Ona in her arms. “You are clever, you are smart, you are strong. Just don’t take unnecessary risks and don’t fight if you don’t need to. Try to survive and don’t forget everything you had learn about survival”

Ona nods in Alexia’s arms and jumps when she hears a robotic voice resound in the room.

“Games start in 2 minutes.”

Alexia let go of Ona, just to gently take her face in her hands.

“I am honored to have been your Mentor”

“Thank you” Ona smiles back this time. “I couldn’t have asked for a better one. I really hope you will be happy for the rest of your life, with Olga too.”

“Thank you. If we have a girl one day, I’ll call her Ona.”

Ona doesn’t know what to answer, so she just takes Alexia in her arms one last time and kisses her cheek.

“Games start in 1 minute. Please go inside the tube.”

“I’m going to miss you” Alexia says, helping Ona to get inside the tube. “Trust your guts, okay?”

Ona nods once more, biting her lips.

“I’m scared” she whispers.

“You would be stupid not to be”

“Games start in 30 seconds.”

Alexia arranges Ona’s hair and outfit, briefly squeezing her in her arms before backing away from the tube. Ona feels like her heart will explode soon.

“Big breaths,” Alexia says softly. “I trust and believe in you. And I’m already proud of you, no matter what. Just like your family and friends.”

“Games start in 15 seconds.”

“Thank you. Thanks for everything. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Then the door of the tube closes itself and Ona feels the ground where she’s standing starting to move. It finally goes up and she looks at Alexia as long as she can. It’s black for some seconds before a bright light dazzles her.

After she blinks her eyes, Ona takes a moment to look around her. There is a red digit count above their heads, counting from 30 to 0. All the tributes are positioned to form a circle, just like the other years. Next to her is Tony, his gaze right in front of him. Ona knows he will try to take supplies or a weapon. She won’t try this, even if it’s tempting.

Ona’s eyes stop a moment on Lucy’s frame, a little more on her left. She never had seen Lucy with a face concentrated like this. Her jaw is tense, just like her body, ready to jump from her platform. She’s not looking at anything but her goal in front of her. Ona turns her gaze, looking for an escape.

She doesn’t know where they are on the map, but she decides to run as fast as possible in the forest behind her. The view seems clear in front of her, meaning she will have trouble hiding. Ona wants to stick with her plan, hiding at day, moving at night.

Reassured by her plan, she stands a little straighter on her platform and gets ready for the ten last seconds before the beginning.

When the shot sounds, it is an incredible cacophony. Screams, shouts and other noises Ona doesn’t know what they are. She hears several shots of cannon too, meaning some of them are already dead. Feeling her heart go down, Ona remembers that it may be Lucy.

But she keeps running, zigzagging through the trees with agility. After some minutes, she’s only able to hear her respiration and she decides to slow down a little. The forest is dark and dense, she’s not used to this kind of environment. Just like they decided with Alexia, Ona looks for a good tree to climb. She finally chooses one oak who has enough branches for her to do that.

She manages to reach the top pretty easily, offering herself a breathtaking view of the surrounding area. There are only trees around her, but it seems to her that she recognizes the shape of buildings in the background. Which would be a first, but at least it’s something she knows.

Ona freezes suddenly when she hears someone running below her. Silently she descends a little bit to try to see who it is. It’s a boy she never had talked to, from the six. He’s pretty young too, but Ona realizes very soon that he’s chased by other people.

He doesn’t stand a chance when they surround him, and Ona closes her eyes just before a new shot of canon. Some minutes later, they are gone.

It’s strange to look at that boy and she’s ashamed of the thought that she still can have a look at what is inside his bag. But he won’t need it now, unlike Ona. She hesitates for several more minutes before going down her tree. She doesn’t look at the bag for now, she just takes it and looks for another tree to climb.

In her quest she goes closer to the city but decides not to go inside for now. It’s still the day and it might have more people coming. Instead, she sits on a branch of the big tree she just climbed.

Then she opens the bags, looking at what is inside. She finds a gourd, rope, metal bowl and small knife. Which is pretty great, to be honest. She wasn’t expecting that much. She won’t be able to defend herself with that knife, but she could cut fruits or small wood pieces if she finds some.

When the night starts to fall, Ona is still sitting on her tree. It’s a little bit boring to be honest, but she doesn’t really have a choice. She hasn’t counted how many shots of cannon were heard, but when the sky is dark, there is this famous music. And then the pictures of the dead people are shown.

She feels sad when she sees that Anna hasn’t made it, her picture white in the dark sky. But Lucy is still alive and that is what matters to Ona. It looks like all the careers tributes are still alive too, just like Tony and Teagan.

Just like she asked herself if she should walk to the city now, Ona hears someone walking near her. She frowns and tries to look without being seen, but she’s just able to see a frame going back to where they started several hours before. Ona decides to use the rope to attach herself to the branch and not fall if it ever falls asleep.

Which seems to be a good idea, because Ona ends up dozing for several hours into the night. She jumps when she wakes up, looking around her just to remember where she is.

Ona waits until dawn to go down from her tree. She even finds a little river to put some water inside her gourd and wash her face and hands. The forest is a little scary in the dark like this to be honest and she’s relieved when she sees the buildings drawn in the sky. It’s something that feels familiar to her. She grew up in this kind of view and it almost feels comforting.

The city looks like an old, abandoned city and she wonders if and how many tributes are hidden in there. For her, it’s the most perfect and secure spot. She feels a little too exposed to her taste, even if the sun isn’t really there for now. The city contains a lot of buildings with at least six floors, what looks like a nuclear factory, some small houses and several warehouses. Everything seems grey and concrete.

Ona chooses a building a little outside the centre that allows her to see the horizon and eventual tributes coming. She doesn’t want to fight, but she knows she will have to at some point.

The door of the building seems heavy to push, and she decides not to enter by it, scared to make too much noise and attract attention on her. Bypassing the building, she eventually found another door and pushes it slowly. The silence is almost overmelting here.

Silently walking through the different floors, Ona finds no one. The building has six floors with two flats on each floor. The last stairs lead to the roof, but Ona decides not to go there for now. She’s certain that no one came here before her. She finds different things, like a lighter (who is working) and a hoodie who feels hotter than the dress provided by the Capitol.

She decides not to wear it inside though, where it’s colder than inside the building. Sighing softly, Ona sits on a mattress on the floor, hugging her knees. She misses Lucy’s warmth. She just misses Lucy. But she’s not sure that the feeling is reciprocating. Ona remembers Lucy's concentrated face perfectly, the way she hasn’t even looked her way.

Sighing softly, Ona presses her forehead against her knees. She doesn’t want to be here, why was she the one chosen for the Games? Why hasn’t she met Lucy somewhere else? Why does Life give her something so strong and beautiful just for some days before taking it back? She wishes that Lucy could hug her right now, she never felt so alone in her life.

Her breath is hot like her tears when she hears a little “bip” coming from somewhere next to her. It makes her jump, and she quickly looks around to try to find it. It’s when she spots it, a little metal box with a parachute. Ona frowns before taking it, she knows what it is. It’s something given by the Sponsors. She forgot that point.

With shaky hands, she opens the box and looks at what’s inside. And she feels her heart jump. It’s dry meat, bread and chocolate, something she can eat later if she wants, but something that will give her the energy she needs. And something that definitely will help her to fight hunger.

There is a little message inside too.

“Keep going, Onita. You are stronger than you think. Love, A.”

She knows it’s Alexia. Smiling softly, she wipes a tear on her cheek and carefully folds the paper in the inside pocket of her bag.  The small paper warms her heart up. She realises at this point that she doesn’t have any weapons and starts to freak out a little bit. She has nothing to fight if someone finds her.

The sun is shining when she realises that she falls asleep again. She needs two seconds to understand what has woken her up and jumps on her feet when she hears several voices coming from inside the building. She’s screwed. She can’t go out of the building because she’s on the last floor and she’s pretty sure that she will die if she tries to go out of the windows.

Ona can’t count how many there are, and she doesn’t recognize any voice until…

“There is another floor.”

It’s Lilith’s voice.

Which means she is here with maybe five other people. Lucy told her that all the career’s districts planned to stick together. She doesn’t stand any chances. Ona is really panicking and looking for a good hiding place. But the rooms are empty, if it is not for a shelf or mattress that is lying on the floor.

Ona finally hides behind the open door and the wall inside what she imagines is the bedroom, putting her hand on her mouth to hide her breathing. She’s so stressed that she’s shaking, and her heart is pounding. She can hear it in her ears.

“I’m going to see the roof” a male voice says.

Ona can hear the footsteps from the boy resonate from the other side of the wall where she is. Another footstep is going in the flat next door, but she can hear someone walking on the same flat that she is.

Ona freezes when she hears the person entering the room. She can’t see who it is. She’s not moving at this point but she’s not breathing either. But she jumps when the person suddenly comes in front of her.

It’s Lucy.

Lucy looks at her right in her eyes, her gaze hard and dark. It makes Ona shivers, Lucy never looked at her like that. Lucy’s eyes were always tender and full of teasing when she looked at her.

But, after several seconds, she slowly raises a finger on her lips to tell Ona not to make any noise. A fraction of seconds later, she’s gone.

“There’s no one here” she says several seconds later, her voice now coming from between the two flats.

She seems irritated, as if someone made her lose her time.

“I was sure I saw someone coming here” another female voice mumbles.

“It’s the last building” Declan points out. “We should go back across the river.”

There is a whisper of general approval and footsteps going down the stairs.

“I hate her” Lucy grumbles. “She’s the first one I’ll kill after we separate from them.”

“Just wait for several hours please” Declan laughs.

Their voices indicate that they are going down too. Ona still hasn’t made any moves, too scared to be spotted by someone else. As their voices are fading away, Ona realises that Lucy just saved her life. Maybe she’s not the only one missing the other, after all?

Ona waits a long moment before going out of the room. Her hands are still shaking, and she treats herself with a little bit of water. She takes deep big breaths too, closing her eyes several seconds to recompose herself. She probably never has been so scared in her life.

Maybe she will be safer in the woods after all. Golden hour is here when she leaves the building, choosing to pass from inside the city this time. During her time in the building, she realises that she was next to the end of the map, the force fields being sometimes visible, especially when they are showing pictures of dead tributes.

The night is almost here when she’s finally inside the woods again. She took the time to grab some fruits that she identified as goji berries. She started climbing a tree when she heard someone running.

From her point of view, she’s able to see the boy from the 5, chasing Teagan. It makes Ona’s blood boil. She knows it’s the rule of the Games, but Teagan is only twelve and that guy might be seventeen.

Teagan is almost fifty metres ahead of him though, her smaller frame making the run in this dark forest easier. Ona doesn’t hesitate to go down a few metres, positioning herself just at the right place to catch Teagan when he reaches his height. The adrenaline helps her to lift him without problem on the tree where it is.

“Up, up, up!” she whispers-orders him, pushing him to go faster.

Teagan hurries to obey and finally the boy from the 5 passes the tree without seeing them, much to Ona’s relief. The girl sighs of relief, but still makes Teagan go higher on the tree.

When they reach a branch strong enough to support both of their weight, Ona finally makes Teagan sit on it.

“Thank you” Teagan says finally, when he has enough breath to talk again.

“Anytime” Ona answers easily.

She looks at the boy attentively. He has a big wound on his cheek which might be hurtful. But other than that, he seems pretty good.

“Are you okay?” Ona asks anyway.

The boy nods and they exchange some news. They stop talking when they hear the boy from the 5 coming back, apparently looking for Teagan. From that moment they whisper more than talk but Ona manages to learn what happened to Teagan anyway.

He was with the girl from his district when they were attacked by the two tributes from the 5. His teammate made him run and she fought the two others alone. It seems like she killed the girl before being killed herself, at least it’s what Ona and Teagan deduce when they see that both of them are dead.

It makes Teagan sad and Ona comforts him, feeling once again relieved to see that Lucy is still alive. Still like Tony and the other career’s district.

Ona shares a piece of chocolate and some fruits with Teagan, before securing him with her on the branch. They decide to take turns to sleep, Teagan starting because he almost hasn’t slept since the beginning of the Games.

It’s strange for Ona to realise it, but it’s relieving to have someone to look after. Teagan is sweet and she appreciates his company. Her fingers go for Jana’s pendant under her clothes, stroking it softly. Jana was sweet and innocent too. Maybe that’s why she wants to protect Teagan, even if Jana was older than him.

She learned at some point during training that he has a little brother and a little sister.  She can’t imagine his parents’ pain about him being here. Suddenly, Lucy’s point not to have children is a little bit clearer for her. She understands why it might be selfish in her opinion to have children.

Ona then thinks about her parents and her brother, wondering if they are watching the Games or if they are sleeping. She knows there are cameras everywhere on the map, but they can only show one thing at a time.

After the heath from her bedroom in the Capitol and the good meal, she feels cold and a little hungry, even if she ate bread and fruits earlier. But she decides to ignore her angry stomach, to look at the stars over their heads.

They are hidden thanks to the foliage of the tree, but she still can watch it. She remembers the nights when Lucy talks to her about the stars, the constellations and the whispers exchanged between them at this point. Ona could name a lot of constellations now, mentally listing them in her head.

“I miss you… So much.” Ona whispers, hoping that if Lucy survives, she will be able to see that moment.

And, of course, that she understands that those words were for her. Because she misses everything about her, and she misses the possible future they could have had together. But it seems to be really far away now.

Little did she know that Lucy is looking at the same stars, at the same time. Lucy is thinking about the same things, and how much she misses Ona too. But she sadly doesn’t have a choice. It makes her desperate, but she doesn’t have the choice.

Next Chapter

The Map.

[paulyenvol6]

At your mercy (Part 2)

Based on this request Part one

Feel free to send me your requests :)

Contains: detailed smut, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), breast play, chain play, gagging, choking, p in v, unprotected sex, slapping, biting, degrading, praising, possessiveness, dacryphilia, denied orgasm, overstimulation, sub reader, mean and dom Daemon but also kind of soft dom, slight breeding kink, aftercare

Wordcount: ~4.48k

Masterlist

"I will take your body the way I want to because it's mine, pretty girl. I will use your tight little holes the way I want to and if I feel like it I'll let you come as well."

You squeezed your eyes as Daemon took your nipple between his fingers and painfully pressed into it.

"You look so pretty with these rings. I don't think you'll walk around in this room with a gown from now on. Wanna see those tits all the time.", he growled and took your other nipple between his teeth which made tears well in the corner of your eyes. You squirmed but Daemon held you down with his weight pressing you into the bed.

Then he also started to gently bite your neck and breasts until marks were covering your skin. He took his time and tortured you until your brown skin on your neck and breasts was all red and swollen and every light touch on your nipples made you twitch. You were a mess underneath him and couldn't say anything except 'Please' and 'Daemon'. But then as he crawled up to kiss your lips again his hand simultaneously traveled down and he forcefully opened your legs wider. Quickly he adjusted his own knees so that you couldn't close your thighs and then his long finger ran over your slit.

"Gods be good.", he scoffed. "You're soaked." You could only moan in response and threw your head from left to right.

"You're a desperate little girl, aren't you? Coming back with a chain to give me control over your body. I'll use it, love. I'll use it until I have you crying for me. I just love it too much seeing your pretty tears on your skin."

His finger pressed into your pearl and you saw stars. It became too much, you were filled with desire and lust and couldn't have a single intelligent thought. His thumb circled your pearl while his left hand adjusted the chain on your mouth so the pendant was glistening at the top of your lips.

"Mhmm, you're mine, little girl." You whined and grabbed the bed sheets in pleasure. "Say it. Say who you belong to."

Your eyes threatened to close and you felt like you were floating. "I-I'm yours. Only yours.", you managed to whimper and Daemon's hand roughly dug into your cheek.

"Yeah you are. Ever since I've claimed your maidenhead. Now you're mine to fuck whenever and however I want. I'll lock you into my rooms if that's what it takes so no man can ever look at you."

His possessiveness made your heart flutter and you moved against his hand in order to get more friction. Daemon immediately stopped what he was doing and slapped your cunt.

"One more moving around and I'll tie you up and find myself a whore to plant my seed into. Perhaps I'll make you watch…"  Your eyes widened and you held on to Daemon as if you were scared he would leave you. "No…", you moaned and a smirk appeared on his face.

"Yeah, you wouldn't like that. So be my good girl and stay still. I just need you to behave, darling. Can you do that for me?"

You nodded eagerly and the next thing you felt was two of his fingers being shoved into your clenched whole and you squeezed your eyes.

"Relax.", he breathed against your cheek and moved his left hand to toy with the pendant laying on your mouth. "Then it won't hurt."

You did and stopped clenching and Daemon started to thrust his long fingers into your cunt while his thumb remained connected to your pearl. He rubbed you in intense circles and you were overwhelmed with him stimulating all of your senses. Now and then he slapped your breats which only added to these insane feelings. And the cold chain on your mouth and the pendant that he every once in a while shoved into your mouth.

"Lick it.", he growled and you drove your tongue around it while having his eyes fixed on him. Obviously it didn't take you long until you felt your high approaching and because you wanted to be good for him you told Daemon.

"I think I'm gonna come.", you breathed which to your disppointment made him stop his dance on your pearl and he also pulled his fingers out of your needy hole.

"No, not yet.", he growled. "You're a bratty little girl that needs to get punished. Stripping in front of a strange man while I'm hundreds of miles away…. I'll get it out of you though."

All of a sudden Daemon manhandled you on your stomach. He spreaded your legs and started to rub your pearl again while pressing kisses to your back. His left hand wrapped around your upper body and massaged your breasts and he took your nipples between his fingers as he had noticed how mad it drove you. Just when you were about to relax a little more and found a steady rhythm Daemon suddenly removed his fingers from your cunt and you cried out dissatisfied. You waited unpatiently as he didn't allow you to turn around and then suddenly you felt him thrust into you with his cock. It came so surprising that you clenched around him because of the sudden intrusion and he soothingly ran his hand over your ass.

"Relax. And breathe." You inhaled deeply and then Daemon started to fuck you at a steady fast pace while his hand came down to smack your ass. You whimpered and squirmed from the pain but enjoyed it just as much at the same time. He watched your cheeks with a smirk and admired his handprints on your dark skin. "Red just looks perfect on you, love.", he said. "I can't help it."

Then you felt a hand in your hair yanking you back so you had to arch your back. He used it to fuck into you faster and deeper and you moaned uncontrolled. But soon Daemon remembered the pretty chain that now hanged loosely around your neck and he grabbed it to pull you back. You hissed out feeling the air restriction but collected yourself soon. He now used the chain to fuck you faster and the combination was priceless.

"You're being such a good girl for me, my little love. Just stay there like this. Take it." Tears threatened to leave your eyes, not because you felt uncomfortable, no but you tended to feel the urge to cry whenever you felt strong emotions and right now everything was so much that you couldn't help it.

"Daemon I – Please I – I can't – ", you whined and he ran his hand over your neck where the chain pressed into your skin. "Yes, sweet girl. Cry for me. Let me see those tears." He grabbed your chin and turned you around so he could see the traces on your skin.

"Get on your hands and knees.", he then ordered all of a sudden but you needed a moment to react so Daemon lifted your hips himself until you were forced to stand on your weak knees. He had pulled out of you and adjusted you for his liking. Then he stood on his knees behind you and pushed in your needy wet hole until he hit the deepest spot in your cunt. Daemon's hands were eager and he pulled the chain until it was wrapped around your lower body and he placed it so your arms were pressed to your sides. But that made you unable to be positioned on your hands so he pushed your head down into the pillow.

"Such a good little thing.", he growled and fucked you deeper and faster. "That's where you belong. At my mercy. Down on your stomach with all of your fucking holes open for me." You muffled something in the pillow and Daemon could see how hard your legs were shaking. "You're so cute when you're struggling."

He pressed you further into the bed and didn't care how much he messed up your hair. He just forced you to arch your back while claiming and bruising your cunt. Soon his hands smacked you arse again which earned him a mumble from you. He adjusted the chain around your throat again so he could control your head movements and restrict the air entering your lungs every now and then. But then, when Daemon noticed that you started to clench around him and your moans grew louder he slowed down inside of your cunt and eventually came to stop.

"No.", you whispered on the edge of crying again. "Please let me…"

You weren't able to finish your complain because Daemon turned you on your back. Then he grabbed the chain around your neck and dragged you across the bed. He took his seat with his back against the headboard and pulled you to sit between his legs. You wanted to taste him, feel him in your mouth but he not yet allowed you to but his hand on your chain held you up. He held his other hand in front of your face and lifted his eyebrows.

"Spit.", he spoke and with widened eyes you obeyed him. Daemon smirked evily and rubbed your spit over your mouth and chin. He got off on seeing you so messy and you got off on pleasing him and being treated like dirt. So the two of you matched, one could say.

Then the Rogue Prince finally pulled you down so you were inches away from his hard cock. You croached between his legs and Daemon wrapped his hand around his cock. Slowly he ran the tip over your swollen lips and he could hear you breathing heavily as what you wanted most was so close to you and yet he didn't let you have it.

"Look at you.", he grinned with relish. "So obedient and good. Never met a girl who was so eager to have her mouth fucked."

You whimpered and Daemon took hold of your face. "Do not fight me, alright little one? I'll go hard on you so I need you to relax so you're not getting hurt too badly." You nodded shaking with excitement.

"You'll be my good girl.", he furthermore spoke while running his thumb over the area under your eye to remove the traces of the tears you had cried. "You'll keep your mouth open and do as I say. Don't squirm or resist, I don't want to further hurt you, sweet girl. Just stay still and I won't punish you. If it's too much tap my thigh."

You nodded again though you knew it didn't matter what Daemon would do to you at this point, you would take anything with a 'thank you'.

"Open your mouth.", he breathed and you obeyed him while keeping your eyes on him. Your big brown eyes drove him to madness and combined with your wet and warm mouth he knew it wouldn't take long for him to come. His hand gripped the chain around your neck tightly and he was happy to have this support. You bobbed your head down on his length and Daemon pushed you further until you had swallowed all of him. It wasn't comfortable and you gagged and squirmed trying to get away from him but as he already had announced, he was hard on you and didn't allow it.

"Don't resist, sweet girl. Take it. Take it like a good little girl." You coughed and felt tears in your eyes but you tried to get yourself together. Daemon was so big in your mouth and you felt as though you couldn't breathe and yet you didn't suffocate. You tried to breathe through your nose and soon your heartbeat slowed down.

"Good girl.", he whispered and you moaned but it was muffled. You felt his hand caress your hair and then he started to thrust up into your mouth. You felt him slide in and out, your drool coating his cock. His little sighs and the way his eyes rolled back when you additionally twirled your tongue around his tip made your cunt clench around nothing and as you still hadn't released yet you were desperately looking for some friction. Daemon noticed how you shifted on the bed and softly slapped your ass while smiling widely.

"Gods, will you look at that. The prettiest little ass." Your eyes looked up to him and you whimpered as his hand came down to your ass once more. "I know what you need, little one. Let me take care of you." Daemon's brain was filled with possessiveness over you and he just wanted to humiliate and demean you, have you obey him with your big eyes looking up to him and praising your beauty and sweetness, all at the same time. You were his', his innocent girl that wasn't so innocent between the sheets though.

"So fucking gorgeous. The fact that you're letting me ruin this body every night. Yes, that's right.", he moaned at a particular skillfull circle around his tip and his blonde hair fell into his face. Daemon clung to the chain, held you in place while moving his hips up to enter your warm mouth again and again until he felt the familiar feeling spreading in his body. And then he came with a growl and emptied himself inside of your mouth. You choked and trembled but didn't stand a chance to move away from him and neither did you actually want to. You just greedily swallowed every drop of his seed and licked his cock clean while Daemon rested against the headboard panting heavily.

Then, when he had calmed down he pulled at the chain so you lifted your head. Your face was a mess with his seed and your saliva covering your chin but Daemon smirked and ran his hand over your sweaty hair. "Good girl. Did such a good job."

His praise made you break into a smile and then you curiously watched him as he exhaled loudly and closed his eyes. You hadn't come yet after all and you feared that he would leave you feeling needy as a punishment and just fall asleep now. But Daemon opened his eyes again after a while and observed you smugly.

"You wanna climax, don't you?" You nodded nervously and he straightened up. "Do you deserve it though?", Daemon pretended to think and you didn't know if he wanted you to answer.

"You've exposed yourself to a stranger though you know how much I hate when other men look at you.", he hissed. "But on the other hand you've brought me some exquisit gifts from Essos and you were a really obedient and tame little toy for me so perhaps I'll be generous tonight." Your eyes glared at him and the heat between your legs only got worse. "Perhaps, I said."

But that was enough for you already and you shivered in anticipation as Daemon's hand once more grabbed the chain around your neck and pulled you so you were laying on your back again. This time your betrothed didn't crawl on top of you though but climbed to lay between your legs. You felt like you were in heaven because one of Daemon's favourite things to do in this world was eating your cunt and so you were quite familiar with it. To say that he was good at it was underwhelming. He was incredible. Breathtaking. And so you squeezed your eyes as he began licking from your hole up to your pearl and everything felt so intense.

He started drawing patterns over the little nub while his hands dug into your hips in an attempt to make you stay still for him. You tried your best, did everything you knew he demanded. You kept your eyes on him, didn't squirm and didn't try and press him closer to your cunt. You wanted him to praise you and with the way that he devoured your cunt you felt praised. "Daemon. Ohh please.", you begged and couldn't stop staring at him between your legs. It was always so hot to watch him while he licked you and today wasn't an exception.

But soon your happiness faded because once you felt yourself close to the edge again the Rogue Prince suddenly stopped again and you helplessly grabbed the bed sheets.

"No you said you'd let me come.", you cried out. "Please, you're being mean."

In response Daemon dug his fingers in the side of your arse. "Careful.", he purred. "Don't forget who's the one in charge here." But you remained pouty and didn't look at him anymore.

"Y/n." You didn't react. "Look at me." Still you refused him and Daemon grabbed the chain around your neck to turn your head to him. "I think you forget yourself, darling. Watch your tongue and take what I give you. If I feel the wish to make you release I'll do so, if I'm not you won't. Whatever I choose, you'll say 'yes' and 'thank you' and obey me without a complain, am I clear?"

With these words Daemon had made you stop sulking and you nodded. "Yes. Forgive me."

"Good.", he said and his expression softened. "I know you can be good for me. I'm never making you take more than I know you can take, love. Just trust me and listen to me." And with these words he dived between your legs again. He hadn't had enough yet and merely needed to taste your arousal so he made sure to lap up every droplet of your sweet juice until you saw stars. His tongue moved so skillfully and when his hands started to toy with your breats again you only needed a few more moments until you would reach your high but Daemon ruined it for you once more. You exhaled loudly and didn't know what to do at this point.

"Please.", you pleaded and just hoped that he wouldn't be mad at your begging.

"Patience, little girl.", he purred and so you shut your mouth again and only complained in your mind. When Daemon's tongue connected with your pearl again after having kissed your soft skin for a while you didn't even feel content because you had a suspicion how this would end. But this time Daemon seemingly had different plans. It had started the way it did before and his tongue stimulated you with great talent. He drove you close to releasing which by now was only a matter of few minutes. And then you almost expected him to stop and shrieked in surprise when you actually reached your high.

"Aghh.", you shouted and this climax was one of the best and most intense you had ever felt. Daemon encouragingly soothed your thighs.

"Yes, love. Let the whole castle hear how good I make you feel. Well, they're gonna see on your neck tomorrow anyway.", he smirked and then licked you through your high with his tongue always connected to your pearl. But then his touch started to feel uncomfortable and you twitched. You had thought he would stop now that you had reached your high but he didn't.

"Daemon.", you griped and he glance up to you.

"It's too much for you?", he breathed and you nodded.

"Too… intense.", you whined and your betrothed sighed. "Well… You wanted to release and I made you. Now you'll have to live with the consequences."

You were scared of what he was gonna do now and anxiously took hold of the sheets. His tongue circled and flicked the nub and after a while it became less painful for you. His tongue worked relentlessly on you and you felt overflown with pleasure and lust. Every now and then Daemon's mouth traveled to your aching hole and he greedily licked into you which tingled and made you want to close your legs around him.

But it was his dance on your pearl that soon made you release again. He felt you tremble around his tongue and then moved down the chain so it was wrapped around your upper body again. His gaze wandered up to watch the dragon glistening on your dark skin and it filled him with pride and greed for you. A chain with his pendant wrapped around your body… You were his'. The coldness of the metal gave you goosebumps but it turned out to be a wonderful contrast to your burning skin. It was almost shocking but you liked how each of the rings felt like icicles on your belly. But now that you had released again his touch really was too much for you and you once again couldn't stop your pleas.

"Daemon. I'm so sensitive, please." As a reply he shoved two fingers inside your hole and determindely let his tongue twirl around your pearl. You whimpered and shifted but you knew if Daemon wanted something he would have it. While burying himself inside of your cunt his hands reached up to cup your breasts once again and his fingers squeezed and pulled at your nipple rings. You had your mouth partly open and wondered when or if he would ever have enough. And yet you enjoyed it so much that some part of you wished he would never have enough.

"Ohh Daemon.", you sighed. "Yes." And then he suddenly pulled away from you and crawled up until your faces were at the same height. His eyes that were filled with mischief and smug found yours and then you felt him enter you once more. Your eyes rolled back but while his left hand held the chain around your waist his right grabbed your chin.

"You will look at me when you come, sweet girl. I wanna see you fall apart." So you kept his eyes on Daemon while feeling him enter your hole again and again. Sweat was dripping from your forehead and your head felt dizzy and yet you could feel everything so vigorously. His cock that stretched your walls and hit that spot so deep inside you, the coldness of the chain that was rubbed against your body every time Daemon moved on top of you, his hand that grabbed your face, his lips that came down to kiss you every once in a while and how his body touched the rings on your nipples and stimulated them in the most delicate and sensual way possible.

Your body felt numb but at the same time all of your nerves were on fire. Daemon's eyes didn't leave you for once while thrusting into you and it looked as though he wanted to memorize every part of you, every squeezing of your eyes and every wince.

"I'll fill you up so well, my sweet love. I'll take care of you, gonna make the whole castle hear your sweet voice. Just give yourself to me and let go."

And then, you had lost every sense of time, you came. You clenched around him and tensed which drove Daemon over the edge and he collapsed on top of you, his seed filling you to the brim.

"Ohh gods. Daemon, yes.", you cried out and held on to him as if your life depended on it. He lowered his head to pant into the crouch of your neck and it took the both of you some time until you were able to say something. You felt his seed dripping down your legs and were certain that the two of you had made an absolute mess on the bed.

Your betrothed had rolled off you and you laid next to him feeling your eyes close again and again. But then you heard Daemon slowly sit up and you opened your eyes to look at him.

"Daemon.", you whined as he approached you and pulled you up.

"We need to get you cleaned.", he whispered and you watched him with big eyes. "Oh sweet love.", he smirked and pulled you into a hug.

You clearly felt very needy and small right now and just wanted Daemon to hold you and tell you that he would be yours forever. The Rogue Prince sensed your state of mind and so wrapped his arms around your back to pick you up. You clung to him with your legs crossed behind his back and pressed your face into his neck.

"Shhh.", he purred. "It's alright, little one. I'll take care of you."

He carried you to the bathtub that by now was filled with fresh warm water. A part of you wondered when a servant had entered Daemon's chambers and why you hadn't noticed it but it didn't really matter though. Your betrothed's servants were used to a lot and it had happened several times that servants had seen the two of you entangled in his bed.

Daemon gently carried you into the tub and followed close behind. As you had sat earlier, he took you between his legs so you could rest your head on his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist and chest and soothingly caressed your hurt and sore skin. You twitched as he ran a finger over your nipples and Daemon worriedly lifted himself to look at your profile.

"Are you alright?" You nodded and took his hand.

"Was I too rough?", he asked while leaning back and toying with your hair but you shook your head.

"No.", you whispered. "I liked it."

Daemon smiled and stroke you shoulders. "Let me take care of your hair.", he then said quietly and could feel you nod.

So he gently took hold of your hair and made you lower your head until the water wettened your curly black hair. Daemon ran his fingers through it to comb it and you closed your eyes in enjoyment. He massaged your scalp and you felt yourself getting more tired with every second passing.

"Don't fall asleep now.", Daemon chuckled feeling your head get heavy and after a while he stopped and turned you around so you kneeled in front of him, his legs between yours. He observed your swollen lips and tired eyes and then his gaze wandered down to the bruises and bite marks on your chest and neck. Daemon sighed but it didn't sound sad and he gently ran his finger over some of the marks. You followed his eyes and watched as he caressed your skin as if you were made of glass.

"Pretty.", he merely spoke and you felt blood rushing up in your cheeks. "So pretty.", he purred and leaned towards you to kiss your forehead.

Then as he leaned back in the tub he pulled your head to his chest and ran his hands over your hair in a calming way until you just couldn't help but fall asleep.

[sherwees]

i need more of manipulative yangyang, just gaslighting u and u falling for absolutely everything he does

I put it as first person at first bcs it helps me write better so if you see an I or my anywhere,pls ignore it.. and tell me.

THIS IS CONNECTED TO THIS

cw: manipulation, forced breeding, the smallest daddy kink (literally mentioned once), rough sex, yangyang has a breeding kink, dumbification, baby trapping, DEGRADATION, dubcon elements.

Your toothbrush laid discarded in the sink, veins sprawled and protruded through your hand gripped on the sink for dear life. Yangyang's thrusts were quick and relentless, chasing his own pleasure as his cock never left within 3 inches of your cervix. You were drooling and murmuring curses and pleas under your breath, going dumb to his advantage and liking; your finger tips turned pale as your mind melted away to pure bliss.

“yang–” you attempted to hiccup but his unyielding hand found your poor scalp. Your teeth clenched, an electric shock sprawled from your scalp to your neck, your walls clenched and unclenched around his rushed thrusts. The ridge of his tip kissed your cervix, pounding and abusing it. There was an illusioning (? forgot the word) popping sound of his length tearing through your narrow passage and the slick that provided the easy slide, caked around your two holes.

“yang– plea–” his thrusts halted. His cock stayed nudged deep inside of you, your hole tried to size up around his wide base. The humidity of the bathroom that clung to your skin was a big contrast to the wind from the opened window, showing a view of the bustling city of Taipei.

“I give you everything you want but you can't take a simple fuck? no wonder why he couldn't fucking deal with you.” his eyes, for the first time meet yours. His glare sent alarming butterflies to your stomach. “you don't fucking care about me, huh?” he pushed your dizzy head over the sink, birds and stars flew above and around it.

“s’ too early–” you slurred, the saliva bubbling up in your mouth once his hand yanks your hair even harder; spine strained as your head tried to meet wth his hand. His eyes widened, eyebrows furrowed in absolute rage; protruding a slight whimper from your lips at his newfound aura. “I spend thousands on you everyday and you treat me like this?!” the tip of your nose burned before unwanted tears brewed and fell into the sink, blending in with the running faucet water.

“you're so fucking annoying when you cry. well guess what, you can't get everything you want sometimes, pretty face.” his sharp canines glinted through the clean, white light of the bathroom, more butterflies started to bloom in the pits of your stomach.

You felt nauseous knowing that this was the words coming out of the mouth of the male that bought pendants and took you out shopping whenever he could, the same man that you were even willing enough to leave your friends and family for to a foreign country was just as willing to trap you.

You scrutinized the taunting jade gem ring on your finger, it looks dull. The said finger folds unconsciously; tucking the shame away but the slight burn of the intricate silver swirls and details of the ring only stung into your knuckle.

You'll never forget.

“'m sorry, you just caught me off guard and you scared me..” you mustered up a small mumble before he slammed his hand on the sink. You flinched away with a yelp; pushing his cock out of your leaking hole slightly with a clench.

“you're fucking overreacting again, stop that!” nodding your head mindlessly, but you won't even bother to look at the reflection. It'll just shove that guilt deeper down your throat, seething and burning. You sniffled, chest heaving painfully as tears fell relentlessly from your red, irritated waterline; if it wasn't disgusting enough, snot lined the top of your thick lip.

“fucking disgusting–” his hand pushed the back of your neck, maneuvering your head rather aggressively towards the sink; your shoulders at a strained angle. His hips met with your ass once more, your walls ached pleasurably once his tip knocked into your cervix and your nails scratched against the marble. The warmth of his cock now feeling more intruding than pleasing to a point but the line between the two was blurred and unknown.

Your hipbone became rashed and abused against the counters edge, mind starting to mush into nothing again. You found yourself muttering and blabbering all sorts of things, having no fucking idea what you were doing.

You were an incoherent mess, screaming, whimpering, moaning, thighs clenching and unclenching along with your plumate walls.

But in reality, the thought of children terrorized you. Being too young to even be a mother, barely even living your life to the fullest before you were trapped with him.

“m’ gonna cum inside ya, yeah? gonna be stuck with me forever..” he said, one of his vacant hands travels to the lone ring before sliding it off without you even knowing. “please.. I want it– I want it so bad~” yangyang snickered at the pleads, his hand travels to your neck; pushing your back flush against his clammy torso.

Your tits bounced with the rhythm of his thrusts, clit throbbing consistently; “mmf– fuck!” he grunted loudly, his balls slapping then slipping into your passage. You screeched at the tense feeling of being practically torn as you tried to accommodate to his harsh gyrations and the new incursion of the two flesh.

you could only emit a guttural cry, thrashing within his grip but his arms wrap around your mid waist, circuits of pain and nirvana ran through your body.

“you're gonna take it, sweetheart.. I know you could..”

He suddenly stuck his salty thumb past your lips, drool accumulated around your lips and at the back of your throat. “suck.” he demanded lowly, you obviously obliged; wrapping your lips around it.

“you're prettier when you obey..” he stuck the digit slightly further, causing your gag reflex to recoil and his cock to twitch, releasing bits of precum at your pure submission.

“daddy's gonna fill you so well, princess.. gonna be plump and m’ gonna walk around with you like a prize. everybody's gonna know what we've done, some will even look at you in disgust because you were willing to open your legs for me..” he whispered into your ear, breathless but managing to keep his eyes on your half lidded ones. Your gaze weary and unfocused, the usual whites of your eyes red from crying.

He grinned whilst sliding your hand to your navel, feeling his cockhead protruding under the digit's tip and you slightly winced at the feeling of his slimy canine brushing against the lobe of your ear. “don't you feel me baby?” his thumb finally leaves the back of your throat, brushing against the tonsil, causing your throat to recoil.

“can't wait to finally have control, baby. the first time didn't work, but it'll surely work this time..” he remarked, before he stilled and marked your walls with his warm seed. Inhaling and exhaling, exhausted; your own weight became your own enemy before you collapsed onto the counter but slid into the ground eventually. Your toes curled with discomfort as you shriveled against the corner, both of your releases leaked out of you.

Your mind was dazed, your body wasn't your own. You looked up at yangyang, vision blurry from the aroma of unconsciousness that'll soon sweep over you.

“yangyang– why'd you do that..?” was the last thing you said before everything went pitch black.

Yangyang was mesmerised in full awe at the scene, your pretty lashes wet with tears and his seed dripping out of you and your hole fluttering with every breath and heave.

Yangyang grabbed your waist, lifting&carrying your limp body bridal style before laying your battered body on the bed.

Your body was like a painting of the pretty night sky, the stars being the bruises,marks and scars from today and times before.

He believed you were beautiful like this and he'll keep you like this forever, his eyes stayed on your stomach and his neck crawled with warmth.

He giggled knowing that soon enough, you'll be truly his.. not kunhang's.. definitely.

You'll bare his kids and he'll make sure that you'll definitely forget about him.. even if it meant beating your memories out of you. he wanted the best for him you.

You wouldn't even mind to utter his name in this house.

He opens the drawer, finding that miniature velvet box, his thumb caresses it lightly before popping it open. He admires the ring before sighing with content triumph before pulling it out, the gem was a ruby. red, his favorite color.

This'll be the new beginning for you both.

You'll soon forget about him.

Especially with the new ring he finally slid on your finger.

[kale-of-the-forbidden-cities]

Della Vacker post

I made this doodle of her while i was supposed to be working on artfight refs, but not to worry! i finished those just in time today :>

notice the Vacker registry pendant and prime sources chain. Notice how anxious she looks!

and now for the playlist which will make more sense after you've read the headcanons. You don't have to think it's perfect or in character, that's okay, it's just stuff i came up with

and now under the cut is my 15 page google doc thoughts of Della Vacker, from when she started dating Alden to Legacy-ish?? warning i think they get worse as they go, don't focus on the stuff after book 1 time, i'm not sure if i like it as much as i do the other as far as writing and wording goes and stuff

if you do take the time to read this, comment on it as much as you want!!! it feels good when people point out specific parts hehe

TW: mentions of eating disorders and ~uncomfortable age gaps~

Alden and Della had sort of an arranged marriage, with Alden on Della's match lists when she was sixteen, and her parents saw and were delighted to see a Vacker as her number one, but Della tried to argue, saying he’s a hundred years older, but by the time Alden got his next list she was nineteen and invited to his Winnowing Gala. Della was standing among all these girls who were mostly at least 30 years older than her, and she was terrified. She didn’t feel good enough to be there. She felt out of place. But Alden’s parents seemed to really like her, though she couldn’t tell if that was because they actually did or if it was just because she and Alden were each other’s top matches. She felt super weird about it, and he felt weird about it too, but despite the age gap, they were kind of pressured into getting together. 

And at first it was sooooooo awkward. They didn’t feel comfortable around each other, and Della still felt like a kid next to him. Not to mention the sheer perfection of him, and the other Vackers. This is where some other headcanons start coming in, with Della not feeling perfect enough, and she began to develop an eating disorder. 

This whole thing is so stressful for her, but her parents are happy, and Alden seems happy, who is she to ruin it? She was once an enjoyer of gossip, but now she's part of it, there were speculations about her from the very first date with alden, and she's not used to it! She's not used to being in the spotlight! 

Della: (surprised) I'm... I'm in the news? 

Alden: Oh... Yes, that happens. 

Della: ... But I only just started dating you- is- is that even public yet? 

Alden: No, but we did go out yesterday... 

Della: ... but I'm not a Vacker... I can't... (trails off) 

Alden: ...

Della goes for a walk in Atlantis and feels everyone watching her, and she can't take it, she feels like she's crumbling under the pressure (even though not that many people were actually looking or saying or thinking anything bad, but she saw a few people glance her way, someone pointed at her and whispered) and she breaks down, tears start to well up, and she tries to get somewhere to be alone, but it's Atlantis, she can't just leap away, she has to go back the way she came, and she's crying and she can't breathe and people are really staring now and really talking about her and someone tries to come help but she doesn't think that's what they're there to do, she runs away, she's running through crowded streets until she finally makes it out, and once her bubble thing lets her go she sits on the ground and sobs.

And of course people saw this whole thing, and they were talking about her all over again, but this time it wasn't just speculation about her relationship with Alden, this time it was people saying she wasn't fit to be a Vacker, that she was unstable and unpredictable and mentally ill for... crying? Well then, she can't let anyone see her cry ever again.

And at some points she wishes Alden would leave her or break up with her or something but after the stories and stuff about her were published he just hailed her and asked if she was okay. And this was before she'd read them. He seemed to care about her, and Della just thinks she's bringing shame on him, but he assures her that she isn't, and it's okay, and that it will blow over and that there's no reason to worry.

She becomes very familiar with that phrase, and learns to take it to heart. She's okay. He's okay. Everything is okay. even when she feels like dying, even when she realizes she hasn't eaten in three days and almost passes out in public and she feels terrified whenever she goes out with him and everything feels like too much and goddamnit why won't he leave her what does he still see in her why couldn't she have just enjoyed her after-foxfire years normally why why why???

But then as Alden cares for her and he doesn't leave her and he smiles for real, his smile is so unlike all the pictures she's seen, it's so soft and small and hesitant and his eyes look so gentle and happy and oh prime sources, after three years she's really falling for him and oh no this is awful, she feels so conflicted. She wanted him to leave her but now she doesn't want to leave him. 

After four years they finally share their first kiss, and it's... real. 

It's by no means a long kiss, but it feels like forever, time slows as thoughts race through Della’s mind and she thinks oh no. And then they pull apart, and she's tearing up, and mentally beating herself up for it, which only makes her need to cry more, and she can't breathe but Alden doesn't seem to get it, he's confused, he looks hurt, he asks whats wrong, so she chokes it down and tells him she's okay, just... really happy. I get emotional, she says with a forced laugh. 

And she accepts her fate. 

She’s trapped. 

Unless Alden ever has a sudden change of heart, she can't go anywhere.

Della was raised religious, but it wasn't nearly as strict as the Vackers. That's another thing she has to get used to - she has to carefully learn every ritual, all the history she might need to know, she doesn't want them to think she's not good enough. She has to fit into this family, and if she's a square in a circle hole, then she'll just have to cut off her own corners to fit. 

She didn't really expect it to go this long - she had three boyfriends when she was in Foxfire, but they all went by super fast, obviously. And they were never serious. But Alden was serious. Her parents wanted her to be serious. the Vackers were serious. 

Alden and Della obviously took things very very slowly, mostly due to the age gap and how uncomfortable they used to be around each other. They'd kissed twice after five years of dating, and it still feels so... new. They're careful in public, Della isn't herself anymore. She used to be so much happier. Now she's an empty shell, and sometimes life doesn't feel worth living.... but she's okay, she's okay, she's okay. There’s no reason to worry. Everything is perfect! She learns how to force a smile when people begin speculating about her mental health again... and she's not eating. She doesn't feel perfect enough. She hates her body, her face, her hair, she hates how ugly she feels standing next to Alden, her boyfriend, though that word feels wrong on her tongue. Even after a decade, she still messes up, says the wrong things and gets weird looks and she feels like the world could swallow her up, she could get murdered and it would be her fault.

Alden of course notices this, because, duh, he's not blind, but he doesn't know what to do. He waits for a few months, trying to let it pass because he's not good with words and... maybe if he pretends she's okay, she'll be okay. he just has to believe it and treat her as he has been - he does care, he just doesn't know what to do. He's trying to believe, but it's getting so hard to pretend because oh god she just collapsed in the middle of the room and she's not waking up and he's not very strong but he can pick her up easily and take her to the couch and he sits by her as he waits for a physician and he's trying so hard not to cry, but maybe she's worth crying over, he's so scared for her. Pretending everything was okay wasn't what she needed at all. He should have done something.

Della obviously ends up fine, but she doesn't talk to Alden about it. He apologizes and asks if she's okay, and she assures him he is, she says sorry, she promises to do better.

And she’s okay. 

She takes a deep breath and forces herself to eat. 

To prove she’s okay. 

She even hides the scale from herself for a few months. She's okay.

Well, now that she knows her limits she can be even better than before. 

Time flies by, and Alden and Della are closer than ever. They're not as close as the average couple that has been dating for a year, even though they've been together for ten, twenty, thirty. They love and care about each other, but there's.... something. Della gets better! She makes friends with some of Alden's friends, Grady and Edaline. They're also much older than her, but she's older now, too, so age shouldn't matter like it did when she was nineteen. Still, she feels the need to be polite in the same way she is to Alden's family. Despite that, it's... nice to be around them. To have conversations with Edaline while Alden is out, to have friends! She hasn't had those since the world started to judge her! Nobody wanted to be caught up in that kind of drama. She meets Edaline's sister, and they get along even better! Until she runs into her in the street and they talk for a while, and then the next day there's a picture of them in the news! Juline is a bad match, how could Della forget how could she mess up so badly how could she be so selfish to want anything for herself, how could she have slipped up like that!!!

She apologizes to Alden as soon as she sees him, then stops talking to Juline. Edaline has seen the article, and while this kind of thing doesn't matter to her, she understands why it would matter to Della. She's observant. She can tell that Della isn't okay. She and Juline talk, and they agree to let her go without asking questions. She clearly doesn't need more stress. Della is anxious to talk to Grady and Edaline for a bit after that, but when she does, they don't even bring up her suddenly cutting Juline off. Della wonders if she should bring it up, but she doesn't want to start trouble. So she pretends everything is fine and resists the urge to ask Eda how her sister is doing. 

This would be the time where Della would start visiting the Forbidden Cities and learning how to defend herself - going to the human world is freeing, but it comes with its risks. She's cautious not to get caught, and she's careful not to get hurt while she's there. In the Forbidden Cities, nobody knows her. She learns both how to hold her Vanishing for a long time, but also how to resist the light passing through her with each step she takes. Humans definitely don't blink in and out of sight as they walk. She learns a human language (in my headcanon it's Spanish, which she later teaches to her kids, while Alden teaches them English). She’s interested in human culture.

Luzia gifts Everglen to Alden, and he has it rebuilt, because the pressure to make things permanent with Della is starting to grow - he's been in relationships before, and they've all gone by so fast compared to this one. He feels differently about Della, he's actually gotten to know her, he thinks he's seen her at her worst. Della hears the whispers about marriage and gets terrified. She could really be Radelle Vacker. It's not the name she tried on at thirteen, fantasizing about marrying into the family, just for fun. It's an actual possibility.

Della had been living in an apartment since her twenties, she never felt like she could handle getting attached to a house the way most elves do. Besides, she liked the limited space - there was less to do with it, less options, but so many ways to decorate and make it hers. Unlike everything else in her life. Just because she appreciates beauty and fancy things, well, it doesn't have to be big to be beautiful. That was her place of peace. But then... Alden suggested she move into Everglen with him, after it gets rebuilt. And how could she say no? She can't. She hasn't said no to Alden once in all these decades. Not like he was too sure of what to do, either. Their relationship was the best pace it could have been for the two of them. And so Della moves into Everglen, and... gives up her apartment. And Everglen is big. It makes her feel small and anxious. But she'll get used to it. One time she had to cross the house to get a cup of water in the middle of the night - it was so eerie. She kept a cup by her bed from then on.

Another thing she gave up was her trips to the Forbidden Cities. She still wanted to go, and definitely could have, but she just stopped being able to find the time to visit as frequently, and eventually stopped going altogether. 

Now that they were living together, of course, people found out and started saying things and making more assumptions about Alden and Della's relationship, things that Della did not even feel nearly ready for - and they're not even married! They don't even share a room, let alone a bed! She feels kind of gross when she thinks about it for too long. but she's okay. She's getting good at this.

Until, to "celebrate" or whatever, Alden's parents suggest a family gathering at Everglen. Of course, Della is there. She already felt uncomfortable around Alden's parents, so she didn't expect it to go that well, but she wasn't expecting the sheer number of fancy intimidating and perfect Vackers that were there - she felt like scum next to them. And with the way some of them looked at her, she might as well have been. She made herself eat so they wouldn't go making assumptions about her health or mental well being, but after dinner, she excused herself and threw it all up in the bathroom. It wasn't even on purpose, she just felt that nauseous. She couldn't stay away for too long, though, because this was Alden's house, and being Alden's girlfriend, she'd surely be missed. So she gathers herself and returns for dessert, which she isn't able to stomach much of. She didn't notice until that night, but Alden seems so... stiff. And unnatural. Around the rest of his family. He's smiling, but that's not his smile. Della knows his smile! And she starts to wonder if Alden ever feels like she does. Despite how much he truly seems to belong here. Unlike she does.... she's not good enough.

And then Alden stands up and says he'd like to announce something, and he talks for a bit, then he mentions Della and she's forced to focus and listen and she doesn't even remember what he said, just that he wasn't looking at her, he was looking at his parents, while talking about her, and then he reached into his cape and turned around and kneeled down and

“Della, will you marry me?” 

And she freezes up and everything stops and her heart pounds in her ears and she feels like she might throw up again and then she chokes up and looks Alden in the eyes and the tears come before she can stop them, but she doesn't stop them because.... people cry at proposals all the time. It's normal. It's... an emotional moment. That's why she's crying. She's just. so. happy.

So she covers her mouth with her hands and says what she knows she has to say.

“Yes.” 

Except it's muffled and squeaky and choked so she nods to get her point across, she slowly stands up and steps towards Alden, and something in his eyes changes as he wraps his arms around her. Understanding, maybe? He's just as trapped as she is, isn’t he?

She cries into his chest, but they're definitely not happy tears. She can force a smile and pretend they are, but that doesn't make it any better. For a moment all she hears is herself sobbing and Alden's heartbeat, pounding much too hard for someone who could be truly at peace. Then the applause starts, and she cries harder, making herself feel even sicker. But this is the first time she's let tears fall in - no, has it really been a year? Has it been more? Less? She doesn't know. But it's been a while. And it's all coming out at once and the rush of hands clapping is taking over but she has to breathe. breathe. breathe. Alden rubs her back, and she focuses on that, she focuses on his smell.

And she breathes. 

In, out. 

She’s okay. 

She’s crying, but she’s happy, right? 

How could she be anything but happy? 

She’s… engaged. 

To Alden Vacker. 

So many people would give anything for this. People would crash weddings for a chance at marrying Alden Vacker. The world envies her. She even loves Alden! And she knows she does!

So why isn’t she happy??? 

Where’s the feeling she’s been missing for so long? 

She stands by the door as the Vackers leave, squeezing Alden's hand as she nods and smiles at each of the Vackers leaving. She's never even seen most of them. She recognizes Alden's parents, and of course Luzia Vacker, Fallon Vacker, Orem Vacker, and a few others she's read about in elvin history. She really is a part of them now.

But she doesn’t feel good enough. 

Her smile falls as soon as the last ones leave, and Alden isn't looking at her, and they need to talk about what to do, they need to talk about what happened, they need to celebrate, they need to...

Alden speaks up first. 

And he says,

“I’m sorry.” 

And he walks away. 

Della stares after him, feeling the light pass through her. She doesn't know how to feel. Alden just apologized... for proposing to her? She should feel hurt, but... she gets it. She's sorry, too.

She goes back over to the table to clean up all the plates left there, with the intent of getting her mind off of things, but... it's a giant table. It's overwhelming. She sits down and takes a half empty glass of wine that isn't even hers. She takes a deep breath and releases it in a long, slow, sigh.

She doesn't even finish the glass, but she feels sick like she's had five or ten. Or, she feels like what she thinks it'd be like? She's never actually gotten drunk, but she knows it can make you throw up. In any case, she knows she will not be getting drunk tonight. She needs to keep it together. She's okay.

The next morning, they act like they normally do, but they both know of the unspoken tension, the hurt and guilt and shame because of that disaster of a proposal that neither of them wanted to do yet. Especially not like that, in front of the Vackers. Della used to fantasize about her dream proposal - it would have been somewhere beautiful, maybe under the stars, remote and quiet. Certainly not in a well-lit room with every Vacker looking at her. She imagined tears, but she also imagined being happy. She imagined looking into her lover's eyes and smiling softly, and kissing them. Not whatever happened last night. 

But who is she to complain...

For a week, they try to pretend everything is like it was, like it has been... But then they both realize that it will never go back. They can’t go back. So they start planning the wedding. And we all know how that went. 

If you look closely in pictures taken when Alina was trying to get Alden to run away with her, you might see a glimmer of hope and desperation in Della's eyes, mixed with the shock and anxiety that was there already. For a moment Alden looked like he was about to leave and go with her - but then he snapped out of it. He was being beguiled. 

Of course, it could have just been the angle of the picture that painted that look on Della's face.

The Vackers are all freaking out after the wedding, but most pin the blame on Alina alone, and most are pleased with the end result of it - and they almost seem genuine when they smile at Della now. For once she's done something right? Do they think she handled it well? 

And honestly? Della is much happier in the week following the wedding - it's their "honeymoon period," in which they mostly just stay in Everglen where it's quiet and the world can't get to them. They invite Grady and Edaline over for tea, but that's the extent of their social interaction. For a short while. Then they're expected to go back to normal. They have to go out to work, they have to talk to people, and of course endure the speculation on what other things they could have been doing during that time. 

Now Alden and Della aren't great at communication but at this point with all the rumors and expectations to continue the Vacker family line, they do have to talk about it at some point. They just.... might procrastinate a bit.

Until finally, Della is the one to bring it up. 

She asks if he wants kids and he blinks, then says he doesn't know. He asks if she does, because if she does, he'll go along with it, of course. But she says she doesn't know either. They sit there at the table for a few minutes, neither looking at the other. They're not used to talking or making decisions together. Most of their decisions had been made for them until now.

So they wait a bit longer, until the pressure from their families and society becomes too much and they agree that they do want kids, even though they're still not sure. Except they've never even slept in the same bed... so they start there. And it's nice, actually. They no longer feel awkward just being around each other, and sometimes they cuddle, without saying anything. They'll lay down, and by morning Della is curled up in his arms and they're sharing a blanket. It's nice.

But they know they have to take it a step further eventually... and there's a big difference between cuddling fully clothed and... having a child. The last time Della had ever done anything remotely sexual was when she was a teenager, and Alden has even less experience. They don't even feel comfortable changing with the other there. They don't know how they're going to do this.

Okay, so they think, "well, Grady and Edaline have a kid, maybe we should talk to them.” And so they do! Which is like, really big for them, opening up and communicating and talking about their relationship with someone else - it's big. And scary. But... they're in the same boat. They're in this together. And soon, almost a year after they said they would... They have a child.

Both of them are really scared, because they didn't exactly have the best relationship with their own parents or the best childhood, and when Della finds out she's pregnant, she tells Alden immediately, and... he cries. He tries to pretend he's just happy, but Della has pulled that trick too many times for it to work on her. She sits by him, takes his hand, closes her eyes, and quietly admits that she's terrified. She tells him her fears about not being a good parent, and Alden is nodding along. He feels the same. He takes her hand, kisses her forehead, and promises that they'll do this together. But they have to talk about things, just like they're talking now. Della touches his cheek, wiping off a tear, and says, "I like it when we talk like this. It feels good." she leans on him, and he holds her.

And Della learns to take better care of herself, because it's not just her. She's actually eating every day, especially since Elwin noticed that she was a bit underweight when he first checked her. She grows more and more anxious the more time passes, and is constantly hailing Edaline to ask if x thing is normal for pregnancy. Edaline helps calm her by telling her baby stories about Jolie. She even gives her some of Jolie's old baby things, and Della is very grateful. Alden is just as stressed, and spends lots of time taking care of Della and figuring out what to prepare. When it was too early in the pregnancy to really start setting up a room yet, he tried to baby proof the entirety of Everglen, which is obviously impossible with all the wide staircases and tile floors and fancy crystal and sharp corners. But he tried. He settled for baby proofing the part of the house where Alvar's room was going to be, right by Alden and Della's room, then adding a baby gate in the hallway. This was not his idea, he was still trying to do the whole house when Edaline had to stop him.

Grady and Edaline bring Jolie over a lot and she tells them all about all the stuff that used to be hers, and when they knew Alvar's gender they let her help choose names. Being a brutally honest child (I think like 9 or 10, correct me if I'm wrong) she made a face at one of the names Alden suggested.

Of course, preparing for Alvar wasn't the only thing stressing Della out. They tried to keep it on the down low for a while, but of course the world found out about Della being pregnant. And there were so many predictions and speculation and people were even bringing up her "mental health struggles" (not that she doesn't have those, but they literally just saw her crying in public once) and wondering how she could be a good parent and how her child would turn out as an adult. Edaline saw how this was getting to her and told her to stop reading them so she wasn't as stressed, and finally convinced her by saying it'd be better for the baby if she could like. chill out a bit. 

And then Alvar is born, and everyone cries, and yes, Della is stressed and anxious and scared but they are happy tears! She can't help but smile as she looks at Alvar, so small and fragile and she wants to shield him from the harsh reality of the world. Alden seems almost scared to hold him, like he's afraid he'll break him if he messes up or does something wrong. He sits down by Della so she can help him make sure he does it right. Grady, Edaline, and Elwin are there to help if needed. Jolie is at Brant's house (I believe they’ve met by now). Della closes her eyes and breathes, and the moment is so... perfect. really, truly, perfect.

For a long time, things are great! they really couldn't be better... Alden and Della aren't perfect at parenting, but they're doing their best. They're managing a balance between their work and family fairly well. Like I said, they're not perfect. They do mess up. A lot. And they're super hard on themselves. But... they're trying. Alvar is growing up fairly happy, and when Jolie is old enough, she (and sometimes Brant) babysit him sometimes. Alden and Della are closer than ever with Grady and Eda, and Jolie, too. For the Vackers, the Ruewens are the first example of a healthy family that they've gotten to see.

Now, they say all good things must come to an end. 

Della is the happiest she’s been. Ever. 

And then Jolie dies. 

Everything fell apart then. the Ruewens were like family to Della and Alden, and Jolie was almost like a daughter or niece to them. And for Alvar? She had been a part of his life before he was even born. His special stuffie belonged to her, and he couldn't even fully grasp the concept of death yet. He kept asking where Jolie was, and Della couldn't explain it to him. Alden couldn't either, he'd never been good with words. Della had to keep telling him that she went away and she's not coming back, trying to explain death while still reeling from the shock of the news herself. At one point she got up and locked herself in the bathroom for a while, away from Alvar's questions and away from everything. Alden spent most of his days in his office, working. Della, on the other hand, had to take a break from work for a while. She knew the moment she left Everglen, she would be judged for grieving, grieving wrong, not grieving enough - whatever she did, it would be wrong. And it wasn't even her child who died. She wanted to comfort or help Edaline and Grady somehow, but she couldn't. She couldn't even get out of bed for a while. Alden didn’t really know this, because he'd been sleeping in his office.

All of this really affects Alvar's little child brain, but we can talk about his trauma another time. The planting happens, and the Vackers are right at the front. Alvar has finally gone quiet, and he seems to realize that she's really not coming back. He tries to go over to Brant after the proceedings, but he's kinda... unstable. Alden tells him it's time to go, so Alvar gives Brant a hug and goes back to his parents.

Even though they got that bit of closure, they're still broken. There's a wound that cannot be healed. A hole that cannot be filled. Della's mental health plummets, and for a bit, there is nobody taking care of Alvar. He plays alone in his room until he gets bored and goes to his parents room, where Della is usually curled up in bed, thinking too much and not thinking at the same time. Alden comes in one night and lays down next to her, reaching out his hand like they did when they were still figuring out how to be comfortable together. Della places her hand on top of his, and they sit there for a long time. Alvar comes in and crawls between them, placing his tiny hand on top of Della's. The three of them fall asleep there. 

Slowly, they recover. In a year they're seemingly okay again. But nothing is the same. Della and Alden are more distant from both each other and Alvar. And the wound never healed, only scarred over.

And whether that feeling of something missing affected their decision to have another child is up to speculation, but they did have another child. Part of it was also because Della felt like she had failed Alvar, that she had let him down when Jolie died, and she didn't know how to talk to him or fix things. He wasn't doing bad in Foxfire, he was actually doing better than Della had. But Alden didn't seem to think it was good enough. Or rather, his parents didn't. Alden didn't really seem all that bothered by anything Alvar was doing. He had a habit of getting too wrapped up in work, especially after Jolie died. But Alden's parents sometimes hailed him or came over, mostly to tell him how disappointed they were in how he was raising Alvar. And Della heard them blaming her, a few times. But she didn't know how to fix it. And he was still a level one - surely he had time to turn out okay?

They end up having Fitzroy Alden Fallon Avery Vacker, whose initials they did not think through (Jolie would have thought about it). But this time they feel like they're having this child alone. sure, it's their second one, but there's still no one to just... be with them. Help them. Della is still anxious, but she has no one to stop her from looking at the news, no baby stories to look back on except Alvar's, though even his have turned sad. Jolie was there for so many of them... 

Over time, they become a lot stricter with Alvar. And as Fitz (and Biana) grow older, both Alden and Della begin trying to force them into perfection. Alvar is so different and so unwilling to fit into what their family is supposed to be that Alden and Della have all but given up on him. And for Alvar, well it obviously doesn't feel great to be given up on, which really only makes him further apart from the others. He feels out of place everywhere. At home he isn't perfect enough, he has too much of an attitude, he's placed last in priority. At school, he's a Vacker. He can't escape it. It's who he is.

Prentice's mind break (if I'm mathing correctly) happened while Della was pregnant with Biana. And Alden was never really the same after it. He'd never been very talkative, but he became more distant than ever. He barely left his office, kept forgetting to eat or drink water or sleep. He got better over time, but he still smiles much less than he used to.

When Biana is born, the public doesn't really know how to feel about her. Two children is fine, but three? Isn't that pushing it a bit? So Biana grows up with people asking everything of her, but half expecting nothing. She was so scared she wasn't even going to manifest (which is a bit unrealistic but with the way things were exaggerated, she thought being talentless was very likely. Della was also very afraid of this possibility).

The happiest years for anyone in this family were from when Alvar was born to when Jolie died. Things don't seem like they'll ever be better.

Alden is forcing Fitz and Biana to be perfect to protect the family legacy. Della is forcing them to be perfect to protect them. She knows how cruel the world can be. But her “protection” doesn't come across in the best way. At home, she subtly brings attention to all their little flaws, and when they go out, she makes sure they hide them all. When they cry, she gently tells them not to, that it's okay, that they're okay, everything is okay.

After Alden recovered from the mind break, he suddenly started talking to Alvar (who was struggling a lot with Neverseen stuff and depression and an eating disorder at the time) more. And he wouldn't let Della know what they were talking about. Della stopped trusting Alden. Not that she ever truly had, but this was different.

And Alden and Della grew further apart. Nobody would know, of course, since when they're out in public or when others are around, they act as in love as ever. But sometimes they go all day without talking to each other. Della spends time with Fitz and Biana, takes them places, teaches them how to survive in this family. She teaches them how to be the best version of themselves. They are 3 and 5. Alvar is at school most of the day, and out doing... whatever until nearly sunset. Della could ask, but Alden seems like he has it covered, so it doesn't really matter. She knows she's starting to be apathetic again, and she doesn't want to be, especially when it comes to her kids, but it's so hard not to.

But then Alvar enters the elite levels, and Alden starts spending more time with Fitz. He keeps him in his office all day, but then Della goes in once and Alden is alone. Where is Fitz? She asks him, and he informs her that he's at a friend's house. Where did Fitz get friends? She should be happy for him, but something about all of this feels so wrong. But she doesn't press further. If she shows that she doesn't trust Alden, will people use that against her too? So she doesn't even question it, and instead works on becoming closer with Biana, so Alden can't take her away, too. Maybe she's being overdramatic about it, but that wrong feeling hasn't gone away. Maybe it's just anxiety. Maybe she's fine. No, she is fine. It's not a maybe. She's okay. Their family is okay.

This also creates a divide between Fitz and Biana, who used to be close as little kids. But now Fitz is disappearing every day, and Della is keeping Biana away from him and Alden, and Alvar never comes home, except briefly during breaks and weekends, but then he goes to stay stars know where. Fitz and Biana have vastly different personalities. Biana has learned to be confident and defensive, while Fitz... well, he doesn't know how to act around people. He's learned to depend only on Alden, because nobody else trusts him and he can't trust anyone else. The golden years of this corner of the family are far behind them, and now all they have is perfectionism, distrust, and a facade.

Della thinks that by bringing attention to all Fitz and Biana’s little flaws and imperfections, by pointing them out in subtle ways, she thinks that will give them a chance to "fix" them before the world notices and attacks them for it. She tells herself she wishes someone had done this to her before she had to learn for herself to be perfect. 

Fitz started going to foxfire, and Della can tell he's not really okay. Did they ever get him enrolled in tutor sessions? Maybe that's where he's been going off to? She hasn't been paying enough attention. They used to have dinner together as a family every night, but then Alden got busy, Fitz started bringing his food up to his room when he started school and became swamped with way more homework than what can be good and normal for an eleven year old. So Della usually ended up sitting at the table with Biana after making some food. She figures this is a good meal to skip. Two meals a day is more than enough.

Suddenly, everything changes. Suddenly, Sophie is there, and Fitz seems so much less tired. He seems less stressed. He joins Biana and Della for dinner, and sometimes even Alden sits and eats with them as well. Things are far from perfect, but Alden is smiling genuinely again. Only sometimes, but it's there. Della decides she likes this change. But she also realizes something...

Fitz was always either away or sick, Sophie was in the forbidden cities, where there are lots of human illnesses (she knows from experience). Alden never told her why he had Fitz get up so early to talk to him alone, Alden never talks to her anymore, goddamnit- what was Fitz doing? Alden couldn't have found Sophie. He couldn't have, she knows for a fact he never leaves! He was meeting with the council right before Sophie arrived with Fitz, in her strange human clothes, and Fitz was wearing human clothes and prime sources, she's thinking about this too much and she can't breathe - this has been going on for so long?? How could she not have seen?

No, she needs to stay calm. She... needs to talk to Alden about this. He's been busy today, but she takes two plates of food to his office in the evening, gently opens the door, and sits by him. Alden clearly thinks this is unusual, but she can't tell if it's in a positive or negative way. But that's not important. They need to talk. After a few bites of food, she prepares the question. Were you sending Fitz to the Forbidden Cities? she prepares it in her mind, has it on the tip of her tongue, she opens her mouth to speak, but what comes out instead is...

“How was your day?” 

Alden blinks, like that's not what he was expecting. It's not what Della was expecting either. But she's not ready to confront his lies, she's not ready to face the reality of the danger Fitz was in for quite possibly eight years? And that's how Alden and Della end up sitting in Alden's office for hours, having the longest, most normal conversation they've had in years. They sit together and watch the sun set. Della leans on him. She missed having someone to hold her. Alden missed the feeling of being loved.

Alden and Della sort of work on mending their relationship after this, but they don't really talk about Fitz and what Alden had him do. Della never feels ready to bring it up, and eventually she puts the whole thing out of her mind. After all, Fitz is fine, it's like it never happened. But it did happen, and she doesn't notice the ways this affected Fitz because she's too busy pretending everything is fine and forcing him to do the same! Sometimes it's less pretending and more just. lying to herself. Trying to trick herself into believing. One of the ways she's done this for herself these past decades is telling herself that other people have it worse. If someone is suffering more than her, her pain doesn't matter. going to the Forbidden Cities kind of ingrained this in her brain more, as she saw people who were literally starving to death on the street, and here she was, living in this fancy mansion with a good husband - after all, he's not abusive or anything, and she really loves him. Things are just… weird, sometimes. And she sort of ends up passing this mentality down to Biana and Fitz? There's a time in Flashback where Fitz says it's only fair that all this is happening - because everyone else in the friend group had a really hard time at least at one point in their life, and usually over a long time - he's fine! He's had it good. How could he complain?

Alden went to Exile with Sophie in book 2, but nobody knew about it. Well, nobody was supposed to know, until Sophie transmitted to Fitz and got him all freaked out. All Della really knows is that he got hurt on a mission from the Council, and he really didn’t seem to want to talk about it. When she tried to ask, he used the “no reason to worry” phrase three different times in that conversation. He was clearly stressed and upset about something, but he convinced her to drop it. He ended up falling asleep in his office that night, but that happens sometimes. Everything was looking bright for everyone else, until the Opening Ceremonies. You all know what happened there, so i’m not gonna go into it, but when Alden’s mind broke, Della was devastated. As far as everyone knew, he wasn’t coming back. He was dead, they had a planting for him. She didn’t eat for days. Alvar was basically taking care of the whole family, because Alden was gone and Della spent most of her time by Alden’s side, trying to bring him back. Alvar tried to convince her to leave every day, until one day he snapped and yelled at her, he’s gone and he’s not coming back, stop hoping. It was the same kind of thing she had told him when they lost Jolie. 

But unlike Jolie, Alden did come back, and the Vackers tried to erase the phase of their life where he was gone. They wanted to pretend that Keefe was right, that everything had gone back to perfection in Vacker Land. But this kind of thing leaves a lasting effect. They were afraid to even talk about what had happened with Alden, for fear that he’d break from the guilt of being gone and affecting them like that. Della still visits his Wanderling sometimes, not to mourn, but... for some other reason. There’s something surreal about looking at the tree, knowing full well Alden is okay at home. 

Another quick thing I want to touch on is in book 3 when Alden and Fitz went to help with Fintan’s mind healing. Della and Biana spent the afternoon and evening together, trying to do fun things to take their mind off of things. But then they heard about the fire and saw pictures before Alden and Fitz had even come home, and they understandably freaked out. The fire had consumed half of Eternalia, how could they have gotten out? How could they be okay? But they were, and both Vackers were strangled with hugs as soon as they got back. 

Della went with Fitz and Biana to join the Black Swan, partially because she wanted to, partially because she felt she should keep an eye on them and keep them at least semi in line, and partially because she wanted to escape the world and their pressing stares. And Everglen, a little bit. Juline was there, of course, but Della didn’t really know it was her. 

When Squall wasn't busy and didn't need to rush home, Della actually ended up talking to her a bit. Della was a little more honest (key word a little) with her because she obviously wasn't like the general public - she's a Black Swan member. At one point Squall actually thinks Della is about to call her out on being Juline when Della tells her she reminds her of someone she used to know, and hey, she's a Froster, too! But Della seems genuinely unaware as she sort of explains what happened with this old friend of hers - she's a bad match, and Della was seen talking with her... and she felt like she had no choice but to cut her off. Squall listens, but only half processes it because she's waiting for the "you're Juline aren't you?" But it never comes. 

After Alvar’s betrayal, Della knew a lot of people blamed her for how he ended up. After all, how could Alden Vacker have gone wrong? It was clearly Della’s influence that caused this. And she blames herself, too. She gave up on him. She didn’t talk to him enough. This whole thing also made the distrust in the Vacker family a lot worse - either Fitz or Biana said in Lodestar that it was like their parents wanted to know everything they’re doing, every place they go. They didn’t trust them. Fitz and Biana were growing closer after everything that had happened the past few years, but Della and Alden didn’t trust them, didn’t trust each other. This led to a lot of arguments between them and the kids, maybe not screaming matches, but raised voices and slammed fists and fighting back tears. When Keefe joined the Neverseen, Fitz shut himself in his room until school started again. He got quieter, and started to feel like he couldn’t trust anyone, even his sister, who he’d been taught to keep secrets from at a very young age. Della wanted to fix this somehow, she didn’t want to lose them like she’d lost Alvar - She wouldn’t give up on them. But she ended up just becoming overbearing and seemingly nosy. She thought she was helping. 

If I remember correctly, the others got told that Squall is Juline in Lodestar when they came to pick up their kids from Rimeshire. Juline gathers everyone and says she has to tell them something, and when she reveals it, Della's smile drops faster than it ever has and she feels blood drain from her face. Juline never looks directly at her, and Della is panicking, thinking about how Juline must hate her. She wonders if she should try to push her away more, but... at this point what does it matter? Fitz and Biana already spend lots of time with Dex, and they just slept over at the Dizznees- she joined an illegal organization with them for stars’ sake! So... it's fine. It's okay for her to be here, at rimeshire, talking to Juline. The world is changing, and people have bigger things to talk about than Alden Vacker’s wife sharing a conversation with Juline Dizznee. As they leave Rimeshire, Juline meets her eyes and offers a small smile. Della nods in return. 

When Alvar had his memories wiped and returned to Everglen, Della was determined to help him. She had this second chance, she wasn’t going to ruin it. She wanted to really believe he’d changed. But then Alvar got his memories back, and in front of the whole world at the celestial festival, he told everyone how his parents had given up on him. Della and Alden were watching that entire thing, as the world watched them, and Della couldn’t breathe. She watched Fitz threaten to kill Alvar, and for a few horrifying moments she thought she was about to lose both of them. And it was her fault, wasn’t it? That’s what everyone said. They blamed her. Alvar blamed her. She wouldn’t be surprised if Fitz and Biana blamed her, too. 

Ever since what the world has canonically deemed the “Scandal at Everglen,” things in the Vacker family have not gotten better. Alden had been talking to Fitz about matchmaking for a while, encouraging him to pursue Sophie as a romantic interest. Eventually they do get together. Della tries to be happy for him, but she still sees this and thinks, maybe give them time. If she could go back, she would have wanted to enjoy her life before committing to the Match forever. She’s almost relieved when Sophie and Fitz don’t work out. She thinks it’ll be better for Fitz in the end. She knows he’s been isolating himself from his family, from the world after the Scandal at Everglen, which is understandable. They all seem to think he’s crazy. He’s seventeen, and he almost killed his own brother, right there. But Della was watching, too, and she saw that it was Gethen doing the manipulating. Using the right words, would they make Fitz turn out like Alvar? The thought still chills her to this day. 

I don’t really have a good way to wrap it up other than I don’t think anything good will be happening to the Vackers anytime soon (except Biana, she seems to be doing relatively good compared to the rest). But yeah those are my Della thoughts :) 

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When Mick showed up at Yn's family's doorstep on Thanksgiving after three years apart, he had hoped that by seeing his face she would be reminded that maybe it wasn't over. That there was some kind of hope because sure thing there was still love.

He hugged those who used to be his in-laws, her mother complaining about how quiet he went after the breakup, how much they missed him, and her dad telling him that secretly he still watched all his races. For a second, it felt as if nothing had changed, as if things could fit back together into the old picture it was, except they couldn't, and Mick was reminded of it the second Yn showed up in the living room.

One exchanged look and all the memories passed in front of them like a movie. Yn's yellow sundress fitting perfectly on her pregnant belly, her skin glowing, her hair shorter than when they used to date, her nails still painted neon colors, and the small pendant he gave her still there, except it didn't rest close to her heart on a chain anymore, but on a small bracelet almost hidden along random ones she used to collect from travels, it was also dimmed by the diamond ring on her finger. It had everything to be his favorite view, his favorite movie, maybe in another dimension he could pretend they were together, that she was pregnant with his kid, that she still wore his pendant on a neckless, that her neon nails would scratch his head by the end of the day.

"H-hi, Mick," she smiled. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her tone soft, her curious gaze drinking every inch of him.

"Hey," he got up from the couch, his heart hammering on his chest.

Yn's parents found an excuse and left the room giving them their so much-needed space.

"I hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvited, but I- do you remember the peach tree we planted together back on my family's ranch?" he asked, and Yn nodded, though Mick was looking through the windows. "Last week it finally grew its first peach, and I was reminded of you, of us- I couldn't fight it in, couldn't stay away."

She took a small step towards him, but Mick shook his head. "Never mind, I'm sorry. I'll-" he wanted to state he would find someone like her, but Mick would be lying if he said it out loud because deep down he knew he would never find someone like her, just like Yn knew she would never find someone like him.

They were star-crossed lovers.

"I wish nothing but the best for you, Schatzi," he whispered watching her hands caress her mid-pregnancy belly.

Yn sniffed, letting tears cascade her face rolling down like dominoes and taking away the dust from the memories she buried deep in her heart, "I wish you the same, Micky." She wanted to add that she wished it was with him, that she wished life had been fair with them, that in another life she would be his girl. His treasure, and only his.

"Don't forget me," he begged, and though he felt like a selfish wish, Mick wanted to be reminded, especially because he would never forget.

The front door opened and her husband walked inside with her brother who ran to Mick telling him how much he missed the German around.

"Babe, we drove hours, but I found your craving," Ian, the husband, held a plastic bag in front of Yn with a proud smile on his face.

Mick watched the scene unfold. Watched her smile brightly at him, watched her give him the kind of hug he would receive a couple years back. Watched her silently love him almost like he once was loved. "Thank you," Yn whispered, planting a kiss in the corner of Ian's lips.

When they turned to Mick and her brother, Yn smiled. "I'll remember." It was her answer, her promise. She would love others, and she would live a happy life, but she would never forget him.

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: It's not even THAT sad, but I'm on my period so I almost cried writing it LOL anyways, clearly wrote it while listening to Someone Like You by Adele. Also, it felt more like fluff than angsty, and for that I am sorry! But I hope you like itttt <3 thanks for the request and endless support *mwah*

[esteljune]

Memories of beach [P x reader] - short fic

This one was requested by the very kind @writing-fanics. I'm sorry dear if I kept you waiting, I really hope you like it! TW: angst, blood mentions

Amidst the air saturated with ergo, countless grains of white sand sliced through the young face, painfully beautiful, yet unperturbed. In the black sky, swollen with clouds like a trail of stars, shone the promise of a safe haven.

Pinocchio trudged forward almost blindly, instinctively, guided by something far more human than his cold and immutable body would suggest. An unnatural wind swept the immense, deserted beach, chasing itself in spires and vortices of an unnatural blue.

The light of Gemini at his belt, a faint beacon in that chaotic swirl of vital energy.

Then, as the boy continued to advance, in the silence, the howling of the wind transformed into clearly human voices, and the ergo that had hitherto streaked the darkness above his head animated the sand and took shape.

At first, just a confused, distant, unrecognizable shape. However, as Pinocchio approached, those sketched and primitive figures began to resemble something. No, someone. He recognized that scene not so much for its details, but for what it was evoking in his heart.

A distant, alien life, yet at the same time so familiar that it ignited a small flame in his chest, the still vivid and lively memory of someone else. The more he walked, the faster and more urgent his steps became, even stumbling, seeing that life unfold before his eyes. He felt an unknown, ancient loneliness as he scrutinized those unrecognizable faces, yet indelibly imprinted on corners of his heart that he did not know he had.

That reflection of himself had been happy, had felt the comfort of sincere friendship, of a spontaneous and rebellious smile. That face, that voice calling his name... No, not his name. He had not shown mercy when their blades had met, he did not understand that dark and mechanical language, perhaps he was not born to do so.

The pendant hidden in the bottom of his pocket suddenly felt like a heavy weight. What had he done? How much of what he had done had really depended on his will?

He walked on, his mechanical heart sinking a little in his cold chest with each step, like his feet in the sand. The beach had returned to an unnatural, frightening darkness, then a light appeared again in the wind.

He recognized your voice first. That laugh that had alleviated more suffering than that stranger whose face he wore had wanted to admit. The long sleepless nights when your eyes and your words had tormented him. You had promised him something unheard of, something that still in a corner of his heart was eager to come to light. You had sworn your love to him.

"I... I don't think I'm good at these things, but I know I want you by my side. Forever." That nervous voice that was his voice had whispered in the wind. A small ring between fingers of sand that were already fading.

Pinocchio's fingers were so tightly clenched to his pocket that they tore the fabric. Against the metallic palm, the shape of that small ring burned as if it were incandescent. He extracted it with the delicacy with which one handles a relic. Dirty, rusty and bloody, just as that memory should be.

Suddenly, that pain that had gradually grown inside him with each step seemed almost unbearable. He had not shown mercy to you either. He had watched the light fade from your eyes with a distant, immobile face, yet his arms had moved instinctively, had supported your light, sweet, curiously familiar weight. He had not understood that look of tenderness and regret, he had not even registered it.

He had let your fingers run over his cold face, an incomprehensible last sentence veiled your lips. You almost seemed to be crying.

[lower-mkdr]

Just a personal rambling about Adela's skin

Just as a heads up, I'm not spoiler free when it comes to Adela so I hope you can bear with me today since her new skin has me totally in love even if the showcase isn't out yet, the Adela brainrot is real and it's always there, but I've been taking my time to let it out. Going to the point, GOD, I LOVE HER SO MUCH.

I like the way it's something elegant yet quite simple, since it fits her style really well. I often think about how Adela is so complex yet she keeps trying to be pretty simple for the sake of her own view of "a perfect and relaxing life", but it's the details what makes the difference, she's still pretty elegant and has a lot of style.

Regarding what we know by the tranlations, the name is "tower candlelight". The first thing I thought about was the "Tower" mentioned in Phantom of the Mist, the clock tower where everything changes, where Letta warns us to no get close to, but it ends being what connects every piece of information together with Adela guiding us to learn the story about Mad Shears.

I'm not really surprised by the idea of a concept similar to Rapunzel, but I absolutely adore it. It's the way she's trapped by her own hair, in a tower the same description calls "My heart shall become a tall tower, and I shall sit at its precipice. There, there is nothing but silence and sorrow." (Just in case, I'm using the tranlation provided by Jiu Jiu subs).

It explains itself pretty well, right? She's been trapped for a long time by her own worries, her way to escape? "let's cut the worries away", but she's still there, her heart still is there. Same as the story in her interrogation, no matter how much Adela wants to avoid it, she knows there's something she's missing. It's just a "Let's think I'm out" but she's not, she's just there, imagining she's out.

I like how there's many candles around here, even birdcages and their surrounded by flowers (I'll do another post later if I find them or have an idea about it, flower language it's really interesting). I would love to say that she's another flower between those cages, there's even vines around.

The hairstyle is something so personal that the second I saw it I felt like crying while saying to my friends "I love how she has long hair, but I don't know how to feel about it in her case". For Adela, long hair represents worries that suffocate the owner of said hair, so being able to see her with pretty long hair, despite being something that I love and adore in a personal way, it really got me thinking "Is she okay????" (baby, do you want a hug and some tea?)

All the context so far left me really intrigued, but it also means that this is a part of herself, an important one. Probably this is how Adela felt for many years since she was young, she always was bound to something, until she decided to cut it away herself in search of her own happiness (Her relationship with her mother, the connection with Chief, the multiple times she tried to find a place she could call "home", but never found one), and in the end, it was all a part of her that she neglected, her own memories, in search for some stability. Here she looks so far quite calm, I guess it would be related/explain later to have some connection with Chief?

It reminds her of her 100% compliance line "People tend to bury themselves with old troubling memories, overburdened and suffocated, so I cut it away from me. But little did I know that I also cut away something that allowed my heart to sing. It's you who helped me rediscover that something".

She's no longer waiting for a home, nor searching for one, she's no longer suffocating herself constantly with feelings she can't comprehend (see the Mother's pendant interaction, It keeps hurting me), she's just here, looking at you with a smile, knowing things can change, but change doesn't really mean something bad. Her hearth is free now, she is free now

[captain-mj]

I was thinking this like Roach is dead and Ghost haven't really moved on from him, BUT he has Soap now, and Ghost has a ''conversation'' with Roach about that. Roach is like ''he's there and I'm not, you need to move on and he's (soap) is everything you ever wanted and needed, please give him a change, he will make you happier than ever''

This might have been done many times but I'd like to see your twist on it.

ps. your content here/on ao3/tiktok is amazing

So I got this ask right before making the tiktok I made today but didn't see it until just now and I feel like the stars really aligned for this one

Incredibly short because I'm super emotional and started crying like a dweeb

Ghost never let go of Roach's dogtags. They sat, for the most part, in one of his drawers, wrapped in a piece of cloth from his uniform. He never touched them if he could help it.

When he and Soap had become official, Ghost still felt a flicker in his chest at the thought, he had told Soap about them. He had quickly reassured him that he had moved on. Ghost had made sure of it, going to therapy, putting in effort, before he ever considered actually making Soap his. The one thing he never wanted Soap to do is feel like he had to compete with him.

Soap had only smiled at him and said he understood. He didn't need Simon to stop caring for Roach. Stop... loving Roach. He just... understood. Like he always did.

So Ghost had continued to hold on to them. Their relationship progressed slowly for a couple of reasons. Ghost's issues around sex and intimacy, Soap's focus on his career, the missions that kept them apart. But Soap's dogtags had a skull on them and Ghost's had a Scottish flag pendant. Official as two men like them could be.

Ghost, for the first time in months, unwrapped Roach's dogtags to inspect them. They glittered still. Couldn't really get dirty where they were.

"Hey, Roach."

Unknown to him, Roach sat next to him. He didn't stay there often, mostly enjoying the peace of the afterlife. It was boring, but he treated it like retirement. Eventually, his friends would die and he knew it wouldn't be so boring.

"Hey Simon." Speaking was new to him. Hadn't been able to do it when he was 14 and an accident crushed his vocal chords. But being dead meant you didn't have those same injuries. Didn't have a body to have them.

"I haven't talked to you in a while. Sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it." Roach answered, leaning into him. Simon shivered, like he could feel him there.

"I don't... love you anymore. I feel guilty for it. We were friends for so long. I still love you that way. But I... I'm not in love with you anymore." Simon took his mask off. "You mean a lot to me, old friend. But you're not mine anymore. And I'm not yours."

Roach smiled. "I know. And God, I'm happy for you. I wish we had more time, but since we didn't, I'm glad Soap is the one there for you. You two fit so well." He rested his hand on Simon's, noticing briefly that their hands no longer fit together as well as they used to. Ghost stared at them before moving his hand, their fingers intertwining.

"I feel you sometimes." Ghost responded to the air and Roach had no way of knowing if he knew he was there or if it was just grief.

"Oh, Simon. Please, keep giving Soap a chance. Be happy for me. The two of you should live enough life for all three of us and I'll see you again."

Simon let out small sound. Not quite a sob. It hurt Roach's chest.

"It's alright to let me go. I want you to finally let me go. Get rid of the tags."

Simon held them tight, until they made indents in his palm. "I know... I know..."

Roach kissed his cheek. "He loves you. A lot. Just as much as me." More than me. Soap was alive and he looked at Ghost like he hung the stars and Ghost looked at him like he hung the moon and Roach loved them both the more for it.

Simon gave the tags to Price. He didn't want them in the trash. Price offered to let him know what he did with them, but Simon refused.

Soap noticed they were gone from the drawer. Some of the clothes he kept in Ghost's room had been moved over. Not quite displacing where it would be, more just taking up more of the space in the drawer. He didn't feel relieved they were gone, but he was happy Simon could finally let them go.

[pinky-in-blankets]

TADC: ✨️SideQuests ✨️

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First impressions

Route: Corruption!Au

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This was weird. It wasn't like Caine of all A.i's to want to go through such lengths to keep someone contained. He would usually just abstract them or throw them to the abstractions or even kill them himself.

But this was different. He made specific instructions to make sure that this particular individual was to be contained and monitored at all times. And even made a big deal about it if they ever got loose. Weird.

Jax couldn't wrap his head around it. He couldn't disobey Caine but it was so tedious to just sit here and watch.. that thing. It was pastel pink and burning his eyes with its bright colors. Ugh. He'll deal with it for now. This was almost as annoying as his chains. Once his turn is up he can go back to looking for his keys-

"Does it hurt..?"

?

He heard a soft voice speak out to him as he turned his attention to the being in the cage. Was she talking to him?

"Your abstraction.. does it hurt..?"

He looked at her with an irritated Glare. Great. Another freak on his hands. What does she expect him to do? Respond? He has no mouth for crying out loud! Of course it hurts you ignorant-

"I can make it hurt less."

He didn't even finish his thought as he just stared at her. What.. what did she just say? She can make it hurt.. less? Is she crazy..? That's impossible. He rolled his eyes as he started to turn away from her, only for her to respond more firmly this time.

"I'm serious. I can make it hurt less."

He flinched slightly at the change of her tone. He glanced at her in the corner of his eye before turning around fully to face her, taken aback by how serious she was looking. How can such a petite thing make such a serious face? It was laughable at best-

"You don't believe me, but I'm telling the truth. Take my Paw, and you'll see for yourself."

She stated before reaching out of the edge of the Cage with her tiny Paw. He raised an eyebrow at the notion. She really is trying to convince him to take her paw? This has to be the most hilarious attempt at trying to escape he's ever seen. Is she trying to befriend him? What a lowsy Idea.

The edges of his eyes Wrinkled up at a wicked thought that crossed his mind. It was boring just sitting her watching her. Wouldn't it be funny if he ripped her arm clean off? Now THAT would be entertaining!

Laughing to himself at the thought, he reached out with his claws and took Hold of her paw, having full intentions to do exactly what he thought.

But.. he didn't. Instead, he froze. The moment he took hold of her paw, he felt a wave of static Paralyze him for moment. Her heart markings began to glow as one of the golden pendants around her belt matched the color.

A glitchy effect surrounded her Paws and his body.. before a sense of something washed over him.. it was.. Peace..? He hadn't felt this calm in... he couldn't remember when. And the pain.. The constant pain and Buzzing in his brain.. it was Quiet. She was right. It didn't hurt anymore.

The giant Rabbit for once in a long time sat there dumbfounded by this forgotten sensation. For once in a long time, he didn't want find an exit, or keys, or cause destruction. He could think. He could breathe.

"I hope that although temporary, you can feel a little relief."

It was that same calm and soft voice again. Jax snapped out of his thoughts as he looked to the smaller frame inside the cage. He could feel his eyes water as he wanted to ask her so many things..

//..How..?//

"I'm an Anti-Virus. I was made to fix things."

She replied to his thought, causing Jax to jerk back in surprise. She merely gave a soft chuckle as her tail wrapped around the cage.

"I can hear your thoughts as well. But only a little bit. You speak much more clearly now that your mind is quiet."

//You can hear me? Wait.. You can fix me..?!//

He stared at her in disbelief, a small amount of excitement rising in his inner thoughts. Could he really be freed from this nightmare virus..!? No wonder why Caine was so adamant about keeping her contained. She was the key to fixing Everything-!

But his excitement seemed to die down when he saw the sorrowful look come across her face. Her other ear flattened to her head as she glanced away with a soft sigh.

"I'm afraid.. I can't fix you.. or anyone for that matter. At least, not yet."

// What do you mean? Your a anti-Virus! Your supposed to fix everything thats wrong! What do you MEAN you can't fix this! Are you Useless!?//

Jax was beginning to get upset. He had just found his way out and she couldn't put a stop to this? What was the point!

"Incase you have forgotten, I am not only under constant surveillance, but I am also imprisoned here. I am missing a key component that will allow me to finish what I was made for. But The virus had taken extreme measures to hinder me. I know the missing line of code is around here somewhere, but I cannot search for it stuck in here."

She explained, her tail flicking from side to side as she did so. As she explained her predicament, Jax felt a little bit less irritated. He supposed you can't exactly get mad at a bird for not flying when it's in a cage.

// If all you need is the stupid Code thingy, I can go find it if it means I'll get out of this stupid situation. //

" I appreciate the offer, but that is unlikely. Its only a matter of time before you revert back to how you were before, As I can only do temporary cures in this state. But Do know that I will figure out a way to make it permanent."

She promised. Not that it made Jax feel any better. He groaned and sat down in frustration. Great! He's still gonna have to be Caine's lapdog till little miss medicine can figure out a concoction to get things back to normal great. Awesome. Heck.

He shifted his gaze to her, and took notice of how bothered she was looking about her current state. He was quiet for a little bit as he contemplated what to do next. He let out a sigh. She was at least TRYING to be useful. Failing. But trying. And she DID make the pain go away.. even if it is only for a little while. That deserves some kinda props.

//.. Thank you. For, you know. Making my brain shut up for a bit.//

She perked up a little and glanced at him, eye little button eyes widening at the gratitude he was showing her. She gave a bright smile as her tail wagged a bit.

" I'm happy I could help."

Jax blinked a bit as he looked at her. That was.. really cute. He coughed and sat up before glancing away from her, a slight blush on his face.

//so.. you gotta Name? Wouldn't hurt to find out while I'm still lucid. I'm Jax.//

She blinks once more before she sits up a bit inside her cell, feeling a bit better as the Bunny's bashful manner brightened her mood. She tilted her head to the side with a polite smile before responding

"That i do, my name is Scribbles."

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Corruption!Au belongs to @rabid-mercenary15

[harrietbarnesblog]

Pity party

Masterpost

Masterlist

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x reader

Warning: a little bit of angst, fluff and cheesy stuff, shitty friends

You smiled at your boyfriend's text. You immediately called him knowing he was online.

“Happy birthday jagiya. I love you so much."Jeongin said as soon as he picked up the call.

“Thank you so much, jeongin. I love you to the moon and back.”

“Can I come over later?”

“I would love that. But I made plans with my friends. We are going to a restaurant together.”

“Fine. I'll see you tomorrow then. I'm going to give a post-bday surprise.”

“What surprise?”

“It won't be a surprise if I reveal it, jagiya.” he giggled.

You both talked a few more hours and then hung up saying good night to each other. You fell asleep with him in your mind.

The next day you woke up and confirmed the plan with your friends they all said they were in. You hopped in the shower and took a nice and long shower. You changed into the dress you bought for your birthday. You looked in the mirror and felt good about yourself. You checked the time it was 12:30 pm. You left the house as the reservation was made at 1:00 pm. You rushed to the place and made it in time.

You sat down on the reserved table. Turns out you were first to show up. The waiter there asked you if you would like to order something but you said later. You scrolled through your insta waiting for your friends to show up. Half an hour went by quickly and still no one showed up. You called your friend one by one. But none of them picked up.

“Would you like to have something, mam?”

“I'll just have soju and a ramyeon please.”

Your hands started to shake as you were hit with the realisation your friends ditched you. You felt tears pricking your eyes.

What if it was a birthday prank? What if they planned to surprise me when I go back to my apartment? You thought to yourself.

The waiter served you the soju and ramyeon. You finished it up quickly and paid the bill. You left there as soon as possible. You didn't wanna be lonelier any longer. You walked all the way back home.

You felt betrayed by your friends. How could they do this to you? How can they just ditch you?

You felt numb…

You opened your door and let yourself in. You slumped your body onto the door and started to cry. You slide down the door.

Your house landline started to ring. You wiped your tears and went to attend the call.

“Hello, y/n speaking.” You said, your voice was wobbly.

“Jagiya, you are still here?”

“I just came back home. “

“Are you alright? You don't sound alright.”

“I'm alright. I gotta go, Jeongin. I have some work to do. Talk to you later. I love you” you said hanging up.

It didn't take another second for you to start crying again.

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You fell asleep on the floor sobbing. You heard someone knock on your door. You lazy got up and opened the door.

It was your boyfriend Jeongin.

“Baby.” You squealed and jumped into his hands. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, y/n. one minute I have a surprise for you. Stand still and close your eyes.”

You obeyed his commands.

Few seconds later he asked you to open your eyes back. He held a big bouquet of flowers in his eyes. Your eyes immediately started to tear up. Cause that was the sweetest thing someone had ever done to you.

He handed the flowers to you. You hugged him tightly. You never wanted to let him go.

You loved him so much and would cherish him forever and ever. There is no bigger heaven than being on the same earth as him.

“I love you so much.” You said.

“I love you too.” He said. “ I have one more surprise. But first let's head inside.”

You entered your house together. You placed the flower on the table.

Jeongin pulled out a jewel box from his pocket. He opened it and pulled a necklace with a heart pendant attached to it.

*Y/n, this necklace is a promise that I'll never leave you. I'll even be here to haunt your ass on your 100th birthday if possible. I'll always come back to you even if I leave. I love you to the moon and Saturn.”

You kiss him, shutting him down from talking. Your mouth moved against his. You could feel him smiling against the kiss. He was all giggly. When you pulled away you rested your forehead against his. He took the necklace and clasped it around your neck.

“You just made my day so much brighter, Jeongin.” you said.

“You make my life brighter, y/n”

“You are so cheesy. Shut up.”

“only for you. And don't act like you don't like it. How did your meeting go with your friends?”

“They ditched me.”

“Those idiots. I'm going to kill them.”

“You are so soft to do it.”

“You are underestimating me, y/n.”

“Shut up.”

“Respectfully.”

He leaned in to kiss you.

[moonmoon-ren]

Reunion

PART 1: Memories and Daydreams

How long has it been ? Months, weeks ? At some point i lost count. Ever since i arrived in Eorzea, ever since that day father was murdered ... we should never have left the Range, never. Will i ever see you again i wonder, honor the promise we made to each other?

Ren silently whispers this to himself during a quiet moment on a warm autumn evening in Sharlayan.

(flashback from Ren's memories)

"Ren, i understand. Your father needs you now, traveling from the Skatay Range to Kugane is not easy. Remember our promise, we ALWAYS will be friends, no matter what. wear our necklace and i'll always will be with you. And when you two return we will celebrate.

Sequoia... (as Ren brought out his best friends name, he felt like he could not speak anymore) I ... uh ... I -

Ren ? what's the matter? I ... I will be back! and I promise you I will always wear the necklace.

Ren wanted to tell him so badly that he loves Sequoia ... but he just couldn't, not like this.

If i only had told you how much I love you ...

Ren ??? (oddly familiar voice)

Oh Erenville !? What's the matter ?

I was just on my way to The Studium to hear about a new assignment. But I saw you sitting here all alone and a little bit sobbing ... if I may be so free. Are you alright ?

I just needed a moment alone Erenville, But you're so sweet that you ask this. No i'm not really alright, the past is catching up with me and I feel so much sadness about that.

Anything I can do to help ?

No, not really ... I'm sorry if i'm a little bit blunt, I just need a moment of being on my own if that is alright ?

Well ofcourse Ren, no problem. But ... don't be an oyster when you want to talk about it i'm here for you, okay ?

Hmm

(another flashback: the necklace)

We were very lucky to have found such pretty Turquoise veins. When i saw them I just found them perfect to make our friendship pendants. When you look at them closely then you can see that they are green and blue. Like our eyes, yours are blue Ren, and mine green.

Hahah, yes Sequoia, It was a perfect idea to make each other's pendant. Now we can wear this forever, so we will always have each other close even if we can't be.

I want to make this a promise Ren, We know each other for a while now, and I feel we became more then friends. We shared so many things, our pain, our happiness, all these moments together, I think we can call each other ... BEST FRIENDS!

As Sequoia shouted that almost because of excitement, Ren bursted out in laughing and agreed to that, be it a little bit relenting. Ren felt something else, whenever he spent time with Sequoia, he felt really comfortable, at ease, understood, he felt warm... he felt attraction.

Ren, I want to promise you that our bond is for forever. ALWAYS, lets swear that we never take this off and that we guard it as our most precious treasure. As you said, wherever the future leads us, we always will be close to one another.

I swear it Sequoia. I swear it Ren to our friendship.

Suddenly Ren felt a wave of sadness as well.

What is the matter Ren? Why are you crying all of a sudden?

Ahhh, - wipes tears of his cheek - But, what if one of us dissapears ? Or worse ? I heard the Elders telling stories about the Garlean Empire making plans to invade Dalmasca, what if they come here ?

Suddenly Ren landed back in the reality when he remembered the neighbouring kingdom of the Range.

DALMASCA! That's it !!! I need a world map.

(continues in Part 2: The Map Room)

[milkinthefreezer]

Obvious.

Mr. Qi x Yoba (Self insert OC)

✦✦PROSHIPPERS/COMSHIPPERS DO NOT INTERACT.✦✦

(Mr. Qi POV)

We took a break from the shinzenshiki wedding to relax a bit and put our minds towards something else.

She looked up at me, "You know.. I-.. I don't want to leave you hanging really, I want to celebrate your culture as well, Qi." She gave me a soft smile.

"What do you mean?" I looked at her curiously, I didn't mind celebrating shinzenshiki. Really, all I wanted was for Yoba to be able to celebrate her culture with me.

"I don't want to be the only one who gets their culture celebrated today.." She giggled slightly and paused.

"I want this day to be for the two of us, not one." She held my hand.

I looked at her through my glasses for a bit and gave a smile.

"If you want to, let's do it then." I said.

"Noooo!! I want you to agree on your own regards.. I don't want you to agree just because I want to.." She slapped my hand continuously.

"Alright, alright, I agree then, We'll celebrate my side today, too." I chuckled.

"That's what I'm saying!"

(3rd person POV)

It's 10 PM, They stand on the dock next to the beach and open the ocean.

"You may now say your vowes." The mayor said.

"Benthsikyme, and I know you don't like that name." Mr. Qi said as Yoba chuckled, holding one of his hands with her own.

"The moment you laid eyes on me, I felt as if I was getting more than I can have." He paused.

"I mean, look at you! You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You're perfect, no exaggerations, I can't believe I have the right to even look at you each morning laying beside me." He chuckled.

"Whenever I see you, I always think, "My.. How did I ever manage to have you in my life." Because it's true, look at me, people walk by and say you love me because of my personality, which I don't mind if it's true, I just know I am so.. I am so grateful I have you overstating gratefulness." Mr. Qi continued.

He rubbed her gloved hands with his thumb, "I just want you to know that no matter whatever you do, whenever you are, wherever you'll be, who you'll be, I am always here, waiting for you to come back to me."

"I am always here, to listen, to try and understand, to love and to cherish you, Yoba." Mr. Qi paused.

"It's you, Yoba, It's always been you. We fell different stars apart yet landed the same time." Mr. Qi smiled at her.

A large silence gave in, as Mr. Qi furrowed his eyebrows and sweat a bit.

"Don't cry, Yoba." He chuckled, leaning down a bit to wipe her pearly tears with his hands.

"You're making me cry!" She sniffled, holding a puffy face.

"I didn't mean to.." Mr. Qi laughed as he pulled her close and continued to wipe her tears, putting his hands underneath her veil.

"I- I.. What do I even say to that!? I.." Yoba continued to cry.

"You don't have to say anything. Your beautiful tears say more than what you speak." Mr. Qi kissed her forehead.

She continued to sob.

"It's okay.." Mr. Qi chuckled and looked at the mayor.

He nodded, understanding the situation as he grabbed the mermaid's pendant for the two of them and their wedding rings.

Mr. Qi patted Yoba's veiled hair as he moved her hair with the other hand and put the pendant on her neck.

Yoba looked at her chest, a bit taken back from the pendant.

"I got these for you and I because I wanted it to be a surprise because I know how much you love the ocean." Mr. Qi looked at her.

Yoba looked up at him with her usual closed eyed stare as she chuckled.

"You say that you don't deserve me but do all these small things for me.. How could one not love that?" Yoba said as she pushed a hairstrand behind his ear.

"I do these because I love you." Mr. Qi reminded her.

"I love you too." Yoba gave him a soft yet big smile.

Yoba ended up asking him to kneel for her to put the pendant on him and being the one to put the ring on him first. (Traditionally, the groom puts the ring on the bride first.)

The two shared a loving kiss, and just in time, Yoba cupped her mouth and whispered as glowing jellyfish swam towards the two and everybody.

Mr. Qi and everyone else we surprised, as they watched for the first time, glowing jellyfish swiming towards the dock.

One jellyfish was special, and the others, it was cyan, looked and glowed a tad bit different at the moonlight water.

The couple held hands and watched, Yoba's head leaned against Mr. Qi's arm.

"You planned this, didn't you, Mrs. Magic?" Mr. Qi said, looking at his beautiful wife.

"A magician never tells their secrets.." Yoba looked up at him and held her point finger against her lips, no longer wearing the gloves.

"Even the obvious ones?" He asked.

"Even the obvious ones." She laughed.