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goddessofvalyria · 3 months ago

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ALIVE | Martin (In the modern world) x fem!oc

As I saw Ewan Mitchell in the music video for Fontaines DC - In The Modern World, I obviously know that music video made us Tumblr girls write sooooooo much and I'm here for that.

English is not my first language, be kind and enjoy it <3

READ HERE THE SECOND PART OF THE ONE-SHOT "DEATH"

Summary: Cassandra and Martin are both devastated, how can they no longer feel the pain? Getting lost in each other.

TW: 18+, MINORS DNI, She/Her pronouns, the fem!oc is named Cassandra with long wavy dark black hair and blue-purple eyes, masturbation (f receiving), SMUT, sex, drug use, violence, blood, murder, death, sadness.

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Words: 3184

Cassandra shivered as she stepped out into the cold night, her breath forming misty clouds in the air. The winter chill was relentless, but she barely noticed it. Her black fur coat provided some warmth, but it couldn't reach the cold that had settled deep within her. Her long, wavy black hair fluttered in the biting wind, framing her face, where her once-vibrant blue-violet eyes now appeared hollow and distant.

She walked quickly, her knee-high leather boots crunching against the thin layer of snow that covered the sidewalk. The streets were empty, silent except for the occasional hum of a distant car. She checked her phone, glancing at the last message she'd received. It was from someone she barely knew, a boy who was a drug dealer who had agreed to meet her tonight. He was a friend of a friend, someone who could get her what she needed.

When she reached the parking lot, it was nearly deserted, save for a single car parked under the dim light of a flickering streetlamp. Cassandra paused for a moment, feeling a twinge of hesitation, but she quickly pushed it aside. She didn't have the luxury of second thoughts tonight.

Martin sat in his car, nervously tapping the steering wheel as he waited. He didn't know who he was meeting, just that it was a girl in need, willing to pay well. But when he saw her approaching, he felt his heart skip a beat. It was Cassandra, the girl he had admired from afar and had a crush on during their school days. Back then, she was everything he wasn't—beautiful, popular, and effortlessly smart. He had been just another face in the crowd, unnoticed by someone like her.

Cassandra opened the car door and slipped inside, her movements mechanical, as if she was on autopilot. She didn't look at him, her focus entirely on the transaction.

"Do you have it?" she asked, her voice flat and devoid of emotion.

Martin hesitated, the recognition hitting him hard. She didn't seem to realize who he was, but how could she? The boy she once knew was long gone, just as the girl she once was seemed to have disappeared.

"Cassandra?" he said softly, searching her face for any sign of the person he remembered. Her eyes flicked toward him, and for a moment, she seemed to wake up from whatever trance she was in.

"Martin?" she said, her voice tinged with disbelief. "I didn’t know… Look, I just need the stuff, okay? I want to forget for a while."

He handed her the small bag of drugs, his hand trembling slightly. "What happened to you?" he asked, unable to keep the question inside.

"You were… everything."

He loved her in silence. He loved her for many years but he was the metalhead boy of the school.

Her gaze hardened, her lips pressing into a thin line. "What happened to me? Life happened, Martin. People change. Now, just let me be. I just want to forget and don't asking fucking questions."

Martin swallowed hard, struggling with the mix of emotions swirling inside him. He couldn't be rude to her. He knew he should just give her the drug, but seeing the girl who once shone with popularity and light, reduced like that, with obvious dark circles under her eyes, shaking hands and a spent cigarette between her fingers broke his heart. She had always been so beautiful, so… unique in his eyes and even if she had never deigned to look at him, he had always loved her in silence and from afar.

"Come with me" he said, the words spilling out before he could think them through. "We can talk… if you want, if you need."

She looked at him, her expression unreadable, but after a long moment, she nodded. She didn't know why she agreed, perhaps it was the familiarity of his face or the desperation in his voice, but she stayed in the car and then followed him back to his small, modest house.

Inside, the dim light cast shadows across the room, amplifying the feeling of isolation. Cassandra sat on the edge of his bed, removing her fur coat and laying it beside her. The room was dark, quiet, almost stifling, as Martin stepped out to get her some water.

When he returned, he stopped in his tracks. In the soft glow of the bedside lamp, he noticed the bruises on her arms, the way she winced as she adjusted her position on the bed. The sight hit him like a punch to the gut, and he felt a wave of anger and sadness wash over him. She was wearing a short black dress with thin straps and torn tights. How could she not feel cold? It was clear that something was wrong with her.

Cassandra caught him staring at her and tried to cover her bruises with her hands, trying to hide the evidence of her pain. But it was too late. The tears she'd been holding back began to fall, silent and steady, as she wrapped her arms around herself, as if trying to hold herself together.

"I don’t know how I got here" she whispered, her voice breaking. "I don’t know who I am anymore."

Martin sat beside her, unsure of what to say or do. He had never imagined seeing her like this, so broken and lost. He wanted to help, but he didn't know how. All he could do was be there, offering what little comfort he could.

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small pill. "Here" he said, his voice gentle. "It might help… take the edge off."

Cassandra looked at the pill in his hand, then at him. "You don't have to pay for these" he said lowly. For a moment, she hesitated, but then she took it, placing it on her tongue and swallowing it down without a word. She lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as if searching for answers that would never come.

Martin lay beside her, the two of them silent, lost in their own thoughts. The darkness in the room seemed to mirror the darkness within them, a shared pain that neither of them knew how to escape. And so they lay there, side by side, two lost souls in the night, hoping for some kind of relief, however fleeting it might be.

"Who did this to you?" he asked. "Someone who tells me he loves me"

Cassandra drifted into a restless sleep, the pill he had given her slowly taking effect, Martin's phone buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket, glancing at the screen.

"I know you have something for me, a friend of a friend tell me that you can help me. - Joe."

It was a message from Joe—Cassandra's boyfriend. He wanted to meet, to buy drugs. Martin stared at the message, his mind racing. This was the man who had done that to her, the one who had destroyed the girl he had once admired. He knew him, in high school Joe had beaten him up numerous times in the school bathrooms.

Without a second thought, Martin replied, agreeing to meet. He gently covered Cassandra with a blanket, his heart aching as he watched her sleep. Then, with a grim resolve, he slipped out of the apartment, the door clicking shut behind him.

The night was even colder now, but Martin barely felt it. His mind was consumed with thoughts of what he was about to do. He drove to the meeting spot, a desolate area on the outskirts of town, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Joe was already there, leaning against his car, looking as smug and careless as ever. Martin's stomach churned with disgust as he approached and Joe sat in the passenger’s side. Joe didn't even bother to greet him, just held out a hand, waiting for the drugs. Martin handed them over without a word, his mind already calculating his next move.

"Did you have only this? Fuck, now I have to hear my girlfriend's scream when she yells at me" he said with grief in his voice. "She is still your girlfriend" Martin replied. "We are together, yeah, but she only likes to be fucked like a whore she is and then... sometimes,... you know, she is mad as hell and she screams at me that for my fault her life became a fucking nightmare."

Joe wasn't a smart guy, he talked nonsense as he popped the pills. "Sometimes I hurt her, but it's just to let her know I love her. Only when she threatens to leave me and report me to the police, you know Cassandra is fucking bitch."

Martin looked at him as he felt the anger rising. How could he let him go free after those words? Cassandra would come back to him and he would hurt her. Now she was sleeping at his place, but after that? After taking more pills she would go back to her boyfriend.

As Joe turned to walk back to his car, Martin's vision went red. He moved before he could think, grabbing the seat belt from his car and looping it around Joe's neck in one swift motion. Joe struggled, his hands clawing at the belt, but Martin was stronger, driven by a rage he had never felt before.

"You are beating her, right bastard?"

The two of them wrestled, Joe managing to land a few blows, but Aemond didn't feel the pain. His face was smeared with blood, but he didn't care. All he could think about was Cassandra, about the life she could have had, about the life she still could have if this monster were gone. With a final, desperate twist, Martin tightened the belt, and Joe's struggles ceased.

He killed him for her.

Panting, Martin let the body slump to the ground, his chest heaving. He looked down at Joe's lifeless form, feeling a strange sense of calm wash over him. It was done. He had done what he had to do.

The night was still dark when Martin disposed of the body, leaving no trace of what had happened. His face and clothes were stained with blood, but he didn't care.

He drove back to his apartment, the adrenaline slowly fading, replaced by a numbness that left him feeling empty.

By the time he returned, dawn was just beginning to break, casting a pale light through the windows. Martin quietly entered his room, closing the door behind him. Cassandra was awake, sitting in the center of the bed, her eyes fixed on the wall. She had noticed his records, her fingers tracing the edges of one of them absently.

When she turned to look at him, her eyes widened slightly at the sight of his face, still smeared with blood. "Martin…" she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of concern and confusion. "I still feel the pain.... I...fuck, I still feel the deep darkness in me"

"You have blood all over your face, what happened to you?" she looked at him, God, her eyes were so beautiful. Long black eyelashes, black eyeliner, they were breathtaking.

Martin walked over to her, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I did what I had to do," he said, his voice steady.

For a moment, Cassandra just stared at him, her mind processing his words. Then, without warning, she got up and moved toward him, her eyes locked on his. Her hands gently cradling his face, feeling the still fresh blood on his skin.

"Thank you" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Thank you."

Martin was about to respond when she leaned in, her lips crashing against his in a fierce, desperate kiss. The intensity of it took him by surprise, but he quickly responded, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. "You're safe now" it was a kiss filled with all the emotions they had both been holding back—fear, anger, relief, and something more, something they had both been denying for too long.

Cassandra pushed him back onto the bed, her hands frantically tugging at his clothes, as if trying to erase everything that had happened, everything that had hurt her, with this one act. Martin didn't resist; he wanted this as much as she did, maybe even more. The world outside, the blood on his face, everything else faded away as they gave in to the passion that had been simmering beneath the surface.

Their movements were frantic, desperate, as if they were both trying to cling to something real, something pure in the midst of all the chaos. The bed creaked beneath them as they had sex.

“I need something strong” she whispered. “I need to know that I’m alive”

They leaned closer and their eyes met in another kiss. Their lips touched softly, as if they were trying to convey everything they couldn’t express in words. “I need something stronger than drugs” she murmured against his lips. Martin kissed her again, this time rougher, harder. Everything finally made sense. “I want you” Martin whispered. “I’ve always wanted you, even when you didn’t even look at me, I was there, silent among the outcasts and I watched you shine. But your darkness doesn’t scare me, share it with me.”

She leaned down to kiss his neck with languid, wet, provocative kisses and he grabbed her by the thighs, moving his hands up under her robe. "Cass" Martin groaned, looking up and meeting her eyes. He moved his hands to her dress, pulling it off her head. Cassandra began by removing his shirt, his hands tore off her tights and then moved to the elastic of her thong, hooking it around his fingers. "You are beautiful" he whispered as she raised her hips allowing him to remove her panties. Her long hair fell in front of her and she, who was not wearing a bra, destabilized him. He moved closer and slowly kissed her nipples, making her moan.

Cassandra moved her hands down to the elastic of his boxers, pulling them off along with his pants. In that moment she just wanted to forget all the pain she had felt, she wanted to let it all out, light a fire inside him.

"Make me forget" she murmured. "Make me forget" she was begging him. The girl leaned forward to kiss him, he made her lie down against the pillows of the bed and slowly got on top of her, covering her with his body. Cassandra caressed his back with her hands, making him shiver when her nails caressed his skin. "For me you exist, for me you have always existed" he whispered taking her face in his hands, he caressed her soft lips.

"You are so beautiful fuck, you are so… so… I… I have always seen you, I have always wanted you." he was desperate for her.

"You won't feel any more pain, you won't feel anything, I'll make you feel alive" he whispered, pushing himself inside her: God, she was so hot, wet, tight. He held her close, she moaned, inhaling his scent, she kissed his face still stained with blood. "I don't feel anything" Cassandra whispered. "I only feel you." she arched her back.

They moved together, faster, harder, until everything else faded away and there was nothing left but the unstoppable need to be closer, to feel more. "Tell me I'm yours" she whispered, holding him as if he could abandon her. "You're mine, you're mine, you're mine" he whispered, kissing her, pushing between her hot, wet thighs.

Cassandra, his Cassandra was lost in the most dissolute pleasure. He continued to fuck her until he felt her tremble, a sign that he was about to come.

"You are mine, you are mine, you are mine" he repeated feeling his cock buried deep inside her. "You are mine, always remember that, you are mine" "I am yours" she whispered scratching his back, Martin shivered. He gave her a stronger thrust, looked into her blue-violet eyes, she pressed herself against him and came with a loud moan.

Martin followed shortly after her, came out of her body and fell on top of her taking her in his arms and giving her a kiss on her swollen and shiny lips.

"I feel alive, I feel alive…" she whispered holding him in her arms.

Cassandra's eyes locked onto Martin's, a mixture of gratitude and something deeper reflected in her gaze. Slowly, she leaned in, her breath warm against his skin. Her lips met his with an intensity that took him by surprise, and he responded, pulling her closer, as if she were the only thing keeping him grounded.

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more desperate. She tasted the metallic tang of blood on his lips, and instead of pulling away, she leaned in further, her tongue gently tracing the cut. She sucked softly, tasting the blood, her actions filled with a strange blend of tenderness and need.

Martin groaned, the pain of his wounded lips mingling with the pleasure of her touch. She didn’t flinch, didn’t hesitate, as if in that moment, she was trying to absorb all of his pain, to take it into herself.

Their kiss was fierce, raw, and full of unspoken emotions—pain, longing, and a desire for connection that neither had known they needed so badly. The world around them faded away, leaving only the heat between them, the taste of blood and passion mingling as they lost themselves in each other.

“We should stop” Martin whispered. “No” Cassandra replied. “No one has ever killed for me.” She kissed him again and again, clearly aroused by the sight of him covered in blood. “You have me now” she whispered, grabbing his shirt and rolling onto the bed, him on top of her.

She was a fucking freak.

And he matched her perfectly.

The morning light slowly filling the room, casting long shadows on the walls.

When it was over, they lay tangled together in the sheets, both of them breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat. Martin held Cassandra close, his heart still racing from everything that had happened that night. She rested her head on his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his skin, as if trying to memorize every inch of him.

They didn't speak; there was nothing left to say. In that moment, they both understood each other perfectly. The world outside might still be cruel and unforgiving, but for now, they had found something that could make it all bearable.

And as the first rays of the morning sun filtered through the window, Martin closed his eyes, holding Cassandra close.

"Come away with me and sal

i promise you’ll be in it

i don’t feel bad

i feel alive in the city

you despise

wait for the day, when you come riding on by

seems so hard just to be

if it matters

you complete me, yeah

in the modern world"

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imgeekgirlfan · 4 months ago

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The Curse of Cassandra [EP : II]

Read in Ao3 : here

Pairings: Qimir x f!reader(SEAsians Reader) [The Acolyte]

Content Rating : Mature 18+ Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warning (AT YOUR OWN RISK)

tags/themes : Alternate Universe - Dune & Star wars, Partners in Crime, Strangers to Lovers

Summary: your mother always reminded you, "You will never hate the desert. Your blood is the desert. The desert is your home and your tomb." but You hope desperately that your life will be different.

Status: finished writing this fic! (It will end in Episode 14)

A/N : Previously, I changed the story from a reader-insert to an OC due to backlash for specifying that the reader is SEA. I didn't enjoy writing it and nearly deleted it. However, support from AO3 readers encouraged me to stay true to my original style and affirmed that specifying the reader's ethnicity is not wrong (especially since Manny is also SEA). I’ll stick with the reader-insert style. If you don’t like that the reader is SEA, feel free to find other fics.

Also, today is my birthday. so I decided to give a gift to others by releasing a new chapter of my fanfic. I hope you like it.

➡ Intro // EP : 1 // EP : 3 // EP : 4 // EP : 5 // EP : 6 // EP : 7 // EP : 8 // EP : 9 // EP : 10 // EP : 11 // EP : 12 // EP : 13 // EP : 14 (Completed)

Special OS : Phantom Thread

[Episodes 2] You will never hate the desert. Your blood is the desert. The desert is your home and your tomb

You realize how quickly your life has changed, as your feet tread on the wet sand of Pabu, a small planet far from your birthplace.

Tatooine—where you were born and raised, is almost at the edge of the galaxy. There's nothing pleasant to see except for vast stretches of dry sand. The air is scorching hot because there are two suns in the sky. The cities are teeming with thieves, thugs, and smugglers. You hate your home planet so much, but your mother always reminded you, "You will never hate the desert. Your blood is the desert. The desert is your home and your tomb."

You know that the desert your mother spoke of isn't Tatooine, but another similar planet. An ancient world that disappeared from galactic records along with the death of your ancestors.

It's funny how your family's fate has always been the same: born in the desert and dying in the desert.

You hope desperately that your life will be different.

"Stop daydreaming; we still have a lot of work to do."

Qimir's voice comes from behind. His elbow gently nudges your arm, urging you to hurry off the beach. You turn and glare at him in annoyance, but obediently comply. You lift the cargo box to your side and turn onto the old stone-paved road, the only path leading to the upper town, the main trading hub of this island.

After reluctantly living together for more than two years, you've finally been given an additional role beyond being a prisoner. You're now Qimir's temporary assistant, helping him transport contraband to sell on small planets outside the watchful eyes of the Empire's law enforcers.

Qimir is tall with long legs. It only takes him a few strides to reach your side. "Haven't you ever seen the sea before?" the man asks, noticing that you keep turning to look at the blue ocean.

You nod. The faint, fresh, salty smell of the sea and the strong wind blowing across your face make you feel better than usual. "I grew up on Tatooine. There's only desert there. I've never seen this much water before."

You fall silent, suddenly realizing you've said too much.

No matter what, you always stay cautious. You try to speak as little as possible when you're near this man. But Qimir is the opposite—he talks incessantly, which is annoying. The more you show your irritation, the more he keeps talking. It's obvious he's deliberately trying to provoke you.

And this time is no different. Once he notices you're avoiding further conversation, he takes over, telling you about Pabu and other planets without you asking. You want to pretend not to listen, but deep down, you can't help but be interested. You've never had the chance to travel or learn about life on other planets, having spent most of your time after your mother's death quietly hiding. Until you met Qimir,. He's traveled everywhere, and he seems to know everything. Many things sound nonsensical, but many are too interesting to ignore. Like the story of Mon Cala, a planet that's entirely ocean, with a grand capital city standing tall underwater, and most of its population looking like fish. Or the fact that black holes aren't empty as many believe, but home to strange and dangerous creatures. However, they remain an unsolvable mystery because no one who has gotten close to a black hole has ever survived to tell the tale.

"I’d love to see fish people," you mutter to yourself, but Qimir’s keen ears catch it.

There's an inexplicable sadness in those words, he thinks as he turns to look at your profile, half-hidden by hair blowing in the sea breeze. "If our ship passes by there, I might take you to see them," he says, his words unexpectedly gentle.

You press your lips tightly, not responding. Perhaps you would feel a bit more appreciative if you didn't already know that what he said would never happen.

You've seen it in your dreams. Prophetic dreams foretell the future. In about four months, Qimir will have to deliver his last expensive cargo—which is you—to his client.

But beyond that... a shadow of doom completely obscured the future. You don't even know what this dream means. It's too dark to see, too terrifying, and too mysterious to understand. But one thing you're sure of, that day will be a day of death. And the clearest path is your own demise.

You frown. For a moment, you suddenly feel something—not in the form of a vision, but a deep premonition hiding beneath your consciousness.

A revelation is approaching.

But you are at a loss to determine what it could be.

Due to Pabu's highly liberal political policies, the city's population includes many immigrants from other planets, most of whom are often outlaws. This means an increase in the number of thieves and robbers, and consequently, a higher chance of being ambushed.

No place in the city was entirely safe, so Qimir decided to set up camp outside the city instead. He called it a vacation home, even though nothing about it resembles a house In reality, it's a large cave on a seaside cliff, which had been modified to resemble a living space. It's somewhat odd and out of place, but it has everything a typical home would have, all neatly organized. There are beds and desks carved from the gray stone of the cave, a small kitchen adjacent to the pantry, and even an old cleaning droid on duty.

For you, this place is much quieter than the city. There aren’t even small animals around, let alone people passing by. It’s an ideal spot for meditation or perhaps trying to use your visions again to find a way to escape.

Of course, you haven't given up on your original intention. You’re just waiting for the right moment.

But you can't use your visions recklessly. It’s not just that you don’t want to; foresight is too dangerous, It’s a trade-off that isn’t worth the risk. The future is not like the past. There are countless branching paths that can change at any moment. The further you look, the more painful it becomes, and you risk losing your sanity. You don't have the strong prophetic abilities of your ancestors. You are a weak, distant descendant. Without the training your mother forced upon you, you probably would have died before you turned fifteen.

For safety, you decide to look at the near future, roughly calculating the chances of what will happen tomorrow if you decide to escape. All the results lead to only one path: no matter how you try to escape, Qimir will still catch you.

You sigh in frustration, silently questioning yourself. which path could possibly help you avoid death?

"We are **** ******** We don't hope, we plan"

Your mother's voice echoes repeatedly in your head as you lie with your eyes closed on the hard stone bed, trying to meditate silently instead of falling asleep as you should.

You spend the whole night pondering the things your mother taught you, until the morning sunlight creeps in through the cave mouth, gradually dispelling the darkness of the night.

You hear Qimir stirring, getting up from his bed, followed by the sound of coarse fabric rubbing and footsteps as quiet as a cat sneaking out silently. He always goes out at the same time and returns later in the morning. Qimir never tells you what he does, and you never ask. You don't want to talk to him more than necessary.

...But that doesn't mean you're not curious.

You step down from the bed, feeling the stiffness that gnaws at every part of your body, especially your legs. You shake out your legs before walking outside the cave, following the earlier footprints stretching across the sandy beach. The early morning air is quite cool because the sun hasn't fully risen yet, making the sea breeze chilly. You hug yourself to ward off the cold, regretting not bringing a cloak. All you have on is a long-sleeved cotton shirt and baggy brown pants made of low-quality fabric, so thin they barely protect you from anything.

Soon you notice a pile of clothes left on the sand near a rocky outcrop by the beach. You recognize them as Qimir's clothes. You scan the area for Qimir before spotting his tall figure soaking in the water, naked and relaxed amidst the sea and the surrounding rocks of various sizes, which look like protective ramparts or a hidden place secluded from the outside world.

The sight makes you startle, almost exclaim but manage to stop yourself. Embarrassment quickly forms as a flush of heat spreads across both your cheeks. You didn't expect to intrude on his private time like this. Luckily, Qimir has his back to you; otherwise, you would have felt even more awkward if he had seen you first.

You know that the best thing to do right now is to quietly slip away before Qimir notices. However, something about him catches your eye first.

It's the large scar on his back—a terrifying long mark crossed-shaped. It definitely doesn't look like a scar from a mere accident, but more like someone intentionally tried to take his life.

You frown, confused, curious, mixed with a strange sense of apprehension towards Qimir. What could he have done to deserve this?

For the first time, you realize that you don't know anything about this man, except for the name he told you.

"If you're going to stare at me this long, I might have to start charging you."

You jump in surprise. Qimir didn't even turn to look at you when he said this.

Before you can make an excuse or hurry away, he turns back as if anticipating it, meeting your eyes openly with a mischievous, teasing smile. Those black eyes look particularly intense, contrasting with his pale skin in the water.

"Want to join in?"

His hand sweeps back the damp hair falling over his face before he swims closer to you. Water droplets cling to his tall, muscular frame, sparkling like gems in the sunlight, breathtakingly beautiful and alluring.

The sight makes you breathless, as if you're drowning underwater even though you're standing on solid ground.

It takes almost a moment before you regain your composure. Your feet quickly retreat from the shore, as if afraid he might drag you into the sea. "Don't move!" you shout at him when you see Qimir about to rise from the water while still naked, leaving you flustered and unsure of where to look.

Qimir can't help but laugh at your mix of shock and anger. "If you're not going to join me, I'd like to put my clothes back on." The man points to the pile of black clothes near your feet. "But if you want to see me naked, I don't mind," he smiles innocently, his sparkling eyes never leaving you for a second.

You feel increasingly irritated. You know he's trying to tease you again.

You want to get back at him somehow, even just a little.

Your eyes glance down at his clothes on the sand, and suddenly you have an idea.

"Your suggestion is very interesting," You nod at him before reaching down to pick up his clothes. "Seeing you walk around naked would be quite a sight indeed."

Qimir's eyes widen, only realizing what's happening when he sees you clutching his clothes and running away at full speed.

"You!! Stop right there!"

The shouting voice behind you sounds closer than you expect. You quickly glance back and see Qimir chasing after you rapidly, still naked. His bare body and flustered expression are both hilarious and amusing. The allure he had before is completely gone.

You can't stop laughing, even as he finally catches up to you.

You stand no chance against Qimir in terms of size or strength. As soon as he grabs you, the outcome is inevitable. After a brief struggle, Qimir trips you, causing you to fall onto the sand. The impact leaves you winded, but you keep laughing even while lying there. It is the first time in a year that you have the chance to laugh so heartily and for so long.

Qimir hurriedly dresses as fast as he can, glaring at you as you show no signs of stopping your laughter. He then sits down beside you, his broad chest under his clothes rising and falling with rapid breaths, exhausted from the sudden morning exercise. "You little brat," he says to you, still panting, trying to contain his anger. "I should just kill you."

He means it; he isn't joking. If anyone else had heard this, they might have been terrified, but you don't care. You are laughing so hard you can barely breathe, your cheeks flushed with a rosy glow, as vibrant as any typical teenager should be. Qimir stares at you without blinking, this time not in anger but in contemplation.

You have never smiled or laughed before, not even once. You always wear an expression as if you are carrying the weight of the entire world, like someone hiding something deep in their heart or someone who has experienced too many terrible things to mention. Many times, he senses this—you seem like someone much older, perhaps even more than him, as if an old soul is trapped in your youthful body.

Who exactly is this woman? He wonders, looking at your plain, unremarkable face. There is nothing particularly memorable about it, except for your eyes. They are the deepest, most brilliant blue he has ever seen.

There is something both captivating and unsettling about you.

"You have talent, you're cunning and quick. You'd make a good thief. Could be quite helpful in my work."

You stop laughing and look up at Qimir. His tone sounds too serious to be joking, but his lips are curved into a smile, completely different from his angry demeanor earlier. "Are you offering to teach me?" you ask, confused.

"Would you like to learn?"

You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head slowly. "What's the point, when I'm probably going to..."

You don’t finish your sentence, letting it trail off. The bright expression from moments ago is fading once more.

"When you're what?" Qimir asks, his curiosity about you growing stronger.

"Nothing," you answer his question with the same phrase you always use, while painfully swallowing the word 'die', unwilling to reveal more.

You don't realize the sharp, intense gaze from Qimir, subtly hidden beneath his friendly smile.

...and you certainly don't realize that your choice to remain silent might lead to events spiraling beyond control.

#qimir x reader #qimir fic #qimir x you #the stranger x reader #the acolyte fanfiction #qimir x y/n #the acolyte x reader #star wars #the acolyte #star wars fic #the acolyte fic #qimir #Angst and Tragedy #strangers to lovers #the curse of cassandra

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silent-words · 5 months ago

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Masterpost

Hello, friend! Let me introduce myself. I am a university teacher, a galemancer, a metalhead and a DnD player/DM. Here in this blog I mostly post things related to Gale from Baldur's Gate 3. I also entered the Dragon Age fandom and my DA posts are tagged as #silent words posts da. If you want to see my DA fics, scroll down.

Long Fanfiction (Gale x F!Tav)

My long ongoing fanfiction about Gale and my OC, elf bard Laerie can be found on AO3:

You can find posts about it by #laerie x gale tag. I also call them verseweave now.

Modern AU with Gale and F!Tav (Kitani)

The Blue Flower (link to AO3)

An Unexpected Call

Coffee

Character analyses + Headcanons:

Thirst thoughts

Gale’s warmth

Tav waiting for Gale

Gale at the Blackstaff academy

A song I associate with Gale

Gale's mother headcanon

Gale and His Autonomy (+ a personal story of how I relate to him)

Drabbles about Gale:

Difference in Gods (Dark Urge spoilers!)

Free (Laerie and Gale climb a tower in Baldur's Gate, fluff)

Gale pondering his life sitting in a cemetery

The Intricacies of Cherries (a bit spicy, but not explicit)

Gale kisses part 1 / part 2 / part 3

My Tavs (aka original characters from BG3):

Imogen Blackmoore (half-elf druid)

Laerie Haresque (elf lore bard)

Kitani Kuoroa (human Dark Urge necromancy wizard)

Miscellaneous from BG3:

Barbecue trip with the companions (not a fic)

BG3 City game (tag and ask)

NSFW asks about Kitani

Arrival of Scratch

Dragon Age fanfiction (all oneshots):

Da mi basia mille (Dorian/Inquisitor, set after Trespasser, SFW) - the fic is in English, if this Catullus' quote made you wonder XD

Mage's Legacy (Dorian & Cassandra friendship fic, Dorian/Inquisitor implied, SFW)

The Experiment (Dorian/Inquisitor, mage theory, power of love, SFW)

#masterlist #masterpost #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #my tav #bg3 fanfiction #my fanfiction #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #da fanfic #pavelyan

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fandom-friday · 10 months ago

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Thank you so much to everyone that submitted recommendations this week! A comprehensive list of this week’s submissions can be found under the cut! Recommendations are organized by show/media, and any main pairings will be listed after the title.

❄️ = 18+ content

Fics:

The Clone Wars: New Beginnings (Corrie!Dogma x f!Reader) by @reader6898 Forbidden Masks (Kix x f!Reader) by @deejadabbles ❄️ Second Chances (Commander Wolffe x f!Reader) by @cyarbika ❄️ I Yearn, and so I Fear (Commander Wolffe x OC Kazi Ennari) by @enigmaticexplorer ❄️ Unwritten (Captain Rex x OC Mari Vontas) by @rexxdjarin ❄️ Captain's Log (Captain Rex x f!Reader) by @rexxdjarin ❄️ Invisible Barriers (Fi Skirata x f!Reader) by @the-rain-on-kamino The Clone Wars Gets a New Victim (Ahsoka Tano x OC Grim Kennet) by @chaosgod4life Even Though You're Gone, You're Still Around (Commander Bly x Aayla Secura) by super_heroine_addict (AO3) A Way Out for Two (Cad Bane x Obi-Wan Kenobi) by @feybarn ❄️ One Step at a Time by @wild-karrde Let Me Do It Right by TrickyTricky (AO3) Like Real People Do by Witless_clown (AO3) The Night Comes Down Like Heaven by @galacticgraffiti

The Bad Batch: ❄️ Same Heart (Echo x f!Reader, Fives x f!Reader) by @dumfanting ❄️ Doctor's Orders (Captain Howzer x f!Reader) by @grampsoninspace Happy Hatch Day by @eclec-tech

The Book of Boba Fett: True Rumors (Boba Fett x OC Seba) by @kimiheartblade On the Dome (Drash x Jo) by @btwxsixesandsevens

Star Wars Prequel Trilogy: A Murderous (and Talkative) Legacy by Dom_Avner (AO3) The Rising Darkness (Obi-Wan Kenobi x f!Reader) by @marierg

Star Wars Original Series: Stars In Their Multitudes by @jedi-valjean

Batman: In Another Life (Selina Kyle x Bruce Wayne) by @dlaugh Bouncing Baby Bat by EmpressGeek (AO3) Maybe with a Shift in Planets by @sunflowersandink Apartment Policy: No Dragons Allowed by Bricksheep (AO3) The Night Shall Call Your Name (You Must Answer) by Fandom_Trash224 (AO3) "And it's Cassandra with the Steel Chair!" by destiny919 (AO3) QUARANTINED: RED ROBIN'S TIK TOK ACCOUNT by @justthatonegirl1815

Marvel/MCU: Hopeful (Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson) by @philtstone

Fire Emblem Series: Kulning (Annette Fantine Dominic x Felix Hugo Fraldarius) by @Star_on_a_Staff (AO3)

Art:

The Clone Wars: Fox-Inspired Tooka Art by @st4r-t3ars Commander by @finpews It's Commander Cody with a steel chair! by @merlyn-bane Captain Rex Art by @pinkiemme Gregor, Wolffe, and Rex Art by @comradewolfe ❄️ Captain Rex and OC Mari Vontas Art by @rexxdjarin What was I made for? by @spicyclones79s Your Bodies Seed the Stars by @aliettali ❄️ In the Meadow by @the-rain-on-kamino Jet is Doing His Best by @for-the-sake-of-color Hogsteed Concept Art by @art-of-wackylurker OC Nihlus Meets a Hogsteed by @art-of-wackylurker OC Ayyshu Family Art (Chuckles, Arni, and Nita) by @ninjigma

The Bad Batch: Tech and Omega Art by @jedizhi Crosshair Art by @melymigo The Baby Batch: Shaak Ti Meets the Bad Batch Babies by @ladykagewaki

Bloodborne: Good Hunter by @artofchinara

The Legend of Vox Machina: ❄️ "We're going to start with the Courage" by @lyaholya

#ff weekly summary

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smallturtlebomb · 2 months ago

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.ᐟ 𐰁 𝗓 ᶻmasterpost timeeeeeᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

/\_/\ (\ __ /) A__A

( ˶•o•˶) ( •ω• ) ( •⤙• )

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✰ sup im lee/stb but u can call me whatever you’d like. And welcome to the disaster team, nice to have ya ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ i am a minor so pls, do not be weird to me. i go by any pronouns but id prefer if you’d use they/them on me, thx

✰ i really, and i mean REALLY love tmnt & monkey wrench at the moment but i also like splatoon, dunmeshi, sing, tf2, murder drones, class of 09, gravity falls, and a lot more…

✰ go ahead and feel free to ask questions abt me or my ocs. i rlly like yapping so it would be great if u did that _(^_^)_

✰ askbox/art requests: open!!! i would love to draw for you guys!

✰ status: semi-active. i won’t post original stuff that often anymore due to school so plz be patient with content.

✰ here r some of my rp accounts:

@c0m1c-c0llecter (odyn from tmnttlr)

@n3k0-c0la (ml my tmnt oc)

@s3a-sc3n3-k1ng (akira my tmnt oc)

@s0ur-fl0wer (mina my tmnt oc)

@th30r1z3r (rae my tmnt oc)

@gradient-orange (my version of tmnt mikey)

@wing-wave (wingnut from tmntmm/tottmnt)

@turtl3-0f-str3ngth (tmnttlr oc)

@zap-ray (tmnttlr oc)

@coda-soda-boba (tmnttlr oc)

✰ some of my au’s:

splat wrench: mw boys + other characters r in splatoon

turtle wrench: rottmnt boys get transported to the mw universe

new generation: rottmnt fan kid’s r in the bad future and they go thru some stuff

✰ websitez:

pronouns page

strawpage

✰ writing stuff:

ml’s backstory

how the mad dogz met tlnd

turtlewrench plot

luz’s lore drop

✰ main tagz:

#stbyapping💥

#stbreblogs❕

#stbwriting💌

#stbart💣

#stbaskbox⭐️

#stbrp🌀

#stbfanart💤

✰ old tagz mention

✰ au tagz:

#turtle wrench

#N3W G3N3RAT10N

#splat wrench

✰ mutuals, mutuals, MUTUALS!!!:

#myc the bat🦇 ( @in3fin , pookie bear ^_^ )

#karkat♋️ ( @garfunkopop , the creature… )

#turtletempura🍤 ( @tempurafied , older sibling >_< )

+ idk who else to add (mutuals if u wanna be added, lmk!)

!!boundaries, bfyi, and dni!!

⇩(PLZ READ)⇩

✰ i do oc x canon & f/o content. i will sort of avoid other ships with these characters (im not mad at u for shipping the character I like with another, im just trying to protect my sensitive heart)

✰ im sort of sensitive so clarify things 4 me plz so i do not overthink ^_^

✰ im ok with u dming me, just state ur purpose and there will be a 50/50 percent chance I’ll respond

✰ for art requests, i will draw anything EXECPT NSFW. remember i am a MINOR and I don’t draw stuff like that

✰ idk if I’ll start commissions soon since I’m pretty busy at the moment

✰ I will accept art trades! I like doing them :p

✰ you can use my art as a pfp/banner (credit isn’t forced, but appreciated)

✰ do not repost my art and/or claim it as ur own on other platforms. I find it very disrespectful since I took my time making it

✰ do not copy/edit my art

✰ ok time for dni:

tcest/incest, proshippers, lgbtq+ phobia, pedos, zoos, ableist, racism, sexism, heavy nsfw, weird fetishes. all of this makes me very uncomfortable. if you interact with me in any way, i will block you.

✰ in rottmnt, i do not like casey jr x turtles, kendra x turtles, cassandra x turtles, and april x turtles. I ship april with sunita & cassandra, I ship jr with my oc, and kendra is my wife. i will avoid content containing these ships.

✰ i will call my f/o’s wife/husband/bf/gf/lover/partner so if ur uncomfortable with that, sorry!

✰ im not that great of an artists so expect some mistakes in my artwork

✰ i do not have a schedule 4 posting art and chapters of my aus/stories so pls be patient with content!

✰ my phobias:

trypophobia. just seeing pictures make me shiver and scratch my skin a lot.

trypanophobia. i don’t hate seeing them but being injected with a needle freaks me out.

nyctophobia. im not that scared of the dark, only what’s in it.

claustrophobia. seeing pictures are ok but being in the situation makes me panic.

acrophobia. picutres are ok as well, it’s the situation i hate.

anddddd… that’s all i got 4 now! cya around ^_^

#masterpost #masterlist #stbyapping💥#stbwriting💌#new masterpost how we feelin’🙏🔥

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jerzwriter · 9 months ago

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Thank you so much to @stars-are-within-me for sending this prompt from this list for Jessica and Casey. I'm sorry it took me a while, but it sounds like the timing may have been good for you. I hope you enjoy it. Sending big hugs. 🩷🩷🩷

Book: Open Heart (Pre-Series) Pairing: Casey MacTavish (F!MC) x Jessica Phillips (F!OC) Words: 934 Rating: Teen Summary: When the couple step out to celebrate Jessica's achievement, Casey gives her a gift that money could never buy. A/N: @choicesfebruary2024 Eros/Philia

My Masterlist | Casey & Jess Masterlist | Open Heart Masterlist

The second floor laboratory of the Johson Pavillion rarely saw this type of energy. Sure, med school students were enthusiastic, but their energy could never rival that of the second graders in Jessica’s after-school program. The enrichment program began three months before; she built it from the ground up despite the naysayers who swore she never make it work. Now, not only was it working, but Thursday had become her favorite day of the week; more importantly, it was her student’s favorite day, too.

The very students who were currently creating utter chaos as they wrapped up their projects and gathered their belongings for dismissal. But Jess had it under control, standing in the center of it all with a goofy grin she couldn’t hide if she tried. She wasn’t sure if the lingering scent of chemicals, the buzz of the fluorescent lighting, or the excited chatter providing this natural high, but it felt too good to question. Perhaps this is what fulfillment felt like.

Across the room, Casey beamed with pride as she put away the last microscope, offering a little wink when she caught her girlfriend’s eye. With the last of the students headed out the door, she thought they’d finally get a moment alone when a tsunami of curls bedazzled with colorful barrettes bounced past her, and two arms wrapped her arms around Jessica’s waist in a tight embrace.

“Goodbye, Ms. Phillips!” the young girl grinned as her mother shuffled back into the lab, quickly taking her daughter by the hand.

“Now, Cassandra! You already said goodbye to Ms. Phillips! Don’t you think she might want to go home now?”

“It’s fine,” Jess grinned. “She did a great job today. I think you may have a future doctor here!”

“I’ve never seen her this excited about science,” the mom nodded. “Cassondra says the way you teach makes it fun.”

“It is,” Casey agreed. “I sure wish I had a teacher like Ms. Phillips when I was in school.”

“Well, your enthusiasm makes it easy.” After giving Cassandra a side hug and a high five, Jess returned to mindlessly wiping the tables, utterly oblivious to Casey’s adoring stare. Her cheeks turned a delightful shade of pink when their eyes finally met.

“What are you smiling at,” Jess blushed.

“Oh, that’s easy...” Casey said, crossing the room. “I’m smiling at you. Because I’m so proud of you!”

“Oh, stop,” Jess dismissed, but Casey wasn’t having it.

“I most certainly will not! This whole program was your idea; I know how hard you fought to see it through. Now, look at those kids! They look forward to coming here to learn more after a full day in school. Look, I was a nerd, but I’m not sure I would have even signed on for that... but you have them loving it and running back in to hug you before they leave.” She brushed a loose tendril away from Jess’s face, her eyes filled with adoration. “You are perfect.”

If Jess’s cheeks had turned pink before, they were nothing short of crimson now.

“Stop it,” she sputtered. “It’s... it’s nothing.”

With a scolding expression, Casey pulled her close. “I most certainly will not stop! You deserve all the accolades for pulling this off. Seriously, Jess...you earned this! Just pretend you have a penis for a moment.”

“Wait...What?” Jess laughed.

“I mean it... can you just imagine if you were one of the guys. Imagine Manny or Josh, or... god forbid Dirk... if any of them were in your shoes, they’d be running to the Dean’s to tell them how magnificent they are... how lucky the program is to have them... you need to start doing that. You have every right to be proud of your achievements. Don’t ever diminish them.”

Jess looked down between them, slowly raising her eyes to Casey’s again. “I... I think you’re right.”

“I know I’m right. Now, let me treat you to dinner to celebrate.”

“Casey... you don’t have to...”

“Uh-uh-uh.... PENIS! Pretend you have a penis!”

“All right,” Jess laughed heartily. “All right, you can take me out to celebrate, hon. What did you have in mind?”

“If we’re celebrating you, it’s your pick.”

“All right...sushi? I’ve been dying to go to Hayashi.”

“Sushi?” Casey teased. “I offer you a free meal of your choice... and you want raw fish and seaweed?”

“It’s delicious, you heathen!” Jess insisted. She playfully pushed Casey away to retrieve their coats from the closet. “I’ll get you to like it yet.”

“No, you won’t.”

Jess helped Casey into her coat, spinning her around to place a peck on her lips when she was done. “Oh, yes. I will!”

“Fine! Sushi it is.”

“Yey,” Jessica clapped. “And by the time we go home, you’ll like it, too!”

“I probably will,” Casey surrendered. “How do you always manage to persuade me with your charms?”

“I can’t tell you that!” Jess winked. “A girl’s gotta have some secrets. Besides, if I told you my secret was the scent of the lemon cleaning fluid and the buzz of the fluorescent lights getting you under my control, it wouldn’t sound terribly romantic, would it?”

Casey rolled her eyes with a grin. “No. And it doesn’t sound like that would work, either.”

She extended her hand, and their finger intertwined. They were about to step outside when Jess came to stop.

“Case... thank you... I.. I am proud of myself, and it means a lot to me that you’re proud of me, too.”

“Jess, I was proud of you before this... but now? I think you’re a rock star.”

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Tagging others separately.

#choices fanfic #open heart #open heart choices #choices open heart #open heart fanfic #playchoices #playchoices fanfic

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blood-red-ocean · 11 months ago

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BloodRedOcean Masterlist

All of my works, finished and unfinished, compiled in one place for easy navigation! I am also now taking requests, the guidelines are at the bottom of the masterlist. Enjoy!

Larger Works (AO3)

Desires of Dimitrescu (Resident Evil, F/F, Alcina/Reader) - updated every weekend. First Chapter | Current Chapter

Not Your Typical Love Story (Dead by Daylight, F/F, Anna/Reader) - now updated every two weeks. First Chapter | Current Chapter

You're A Murderer (I Can't Stay Away) (Dead By Daylight, F/F, Sally/Amanda) - on hiatus. First Chapter |

Smaller Works (Tumblr)

The Things We Do For Love (Resident Evil, F/F, Alcina/Reader) - updated sporadically. Part One | Part Two | TBC

New Year at the Castle (Resident Evil, F/F, Alcina/Reader) - Here!

Completed Works

Fem!Sal x Reader (Resident Evil) - Here!

Small Thief (Resident Lover, Miranda x Reader) - Here!

Unpublished & Upcoming Works

The Penthouse (Resident Evil, F/F, Alcina/Reader) - in progress, to be published on AO3.

Untitled Resident Evil Sitcom Fic - to be published on AO3.

Untitled Miranda Smut (Resident Lover, F/F, Miranda/Reader) - to be published on Tumblr.

Untitled Post-Cassandra Cult Ending Angst (Resident Lover) - to be published on Tumblr.

Requests Queue

Request Guidelines: I mainly write lesbian and nonbinary characters and relationships, however I am open to writing about straight and gay/mlm relationships and characters as well. The characters/franchises I currently write for are as follows (this is a regularly updated list):

Dead By Daylight - Huntress - Nurse - Pig - Artist - Skull Merchant - Plague - Any survivor

Resident Evil - Any character from Resident Evil Village - Jill Valentine - Claire Redfield - Leon Kennedy

Resident Lover - Anybody - Literally anybody

Wednesday - Wednesday Addams - Enid Sinclair - Larissa Weems (currently rewatching Wednesday to get a proper feel for her character)

Haunting of Bly Manor - Dani Clayton - Jamie Taylor - Hannah Grose

If there is somebody you want me to write about who is not on this list, tell me who they are and I'll do my research! I can and will also write about OCs if I'm given a comprehensive description of said OC. Please feel free to send me requests! I love it!

Thank you for reading!

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cairaleighexe · 11 months ago

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🗡️ who in the court can be trusted? 👁️

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geminusbayonet-xv · 6 months ago

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Flower of Damocles - A Symphogear fanfiction

Chapter 37 - Royal Flush X [Confrontation]

FF: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14119618/37/Flower-of-Damocles

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40862862/chapters/143178166

Cover art provided by: xazi.__ on Instagram.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Category: F/F

Fandom: Senki Zesshou Symphogear Language: English

Relationships: Cassandra Jiang Lanfen (OC)/Shinonome Aiko (OC), Godai Yuki/Kaburagi Otome, Maria Cadenzavna Eve/Kazanari Tsubasa

Characters: Cassandra Jiang Lanfen (OC), Shinonome Aiko (OC), Godai Yuki, Ayano Komichi, Tsuchiya Kagero (OC), Kazanari Genjuurou, Elfnein (Symphogear).

Additional Tags: Yuri, Major Original Character(s), Original Character(s), Trans Female Character, Trans Male Character, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Action & Romance, Eventual Romance, Drama, Post XV, Five Years Later

Words: 245439 words as of Chapter 37.

Chapters: 37/50

#senki zesshou symphogear #symphogear #wlw #magical girls #mahou shoujo #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3fic #archive of our own #ao3 stuff #magical girl #magical girl oc

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natsora · 1 year ago

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Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Female Inquisitor/Cassandra Pentaghast Characters: Cassandra Pentaghast, Female Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Female Trevelyan (Dragon Age), Trevelyan Family (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Whump, Hurt/Comfort, ace inquisitor, Angst, Heavy Angst, Trevelyan Siblings, Ace main character, Major Character Injury, Healing, Recovery Series: Part 11 of The Sword and The Scabbard Summary:

Skyhold welcomes the King of Ferelden and the Empress of Orlais. As Trev plays host to nobles, her brothers make an unexpected appearance. Bann Trevelyan, her oldest brother, has made her a match to the Prince of Starkhaven. As Trev struggles between family and being Inquisitor, the long hand of Corypheus has reached Skyhold. And nobody is safe.

#Dragon age #cassandra pentaghast #Cassandra/Female Inquisitor #Cassandra x Female Inquisitor #f!Inquisitor #F!Trevelyan #OC: Lexington Trevelyan

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cassandras-darling · 1 year ago

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First art in my own style! I gave up on the coloring

#f/o: cassandra🗡️#romantic selfship #wlw selfship #selfship community #selfship art #cassandra x oc #oc x cassandra

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goddessofvalyria · 3 months ago

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DEATH | Martin (In the modern world) x fem!oc

As I saw Ewan Mitchell in the music video for Fontaines DC - In The Modern World, I obviously know that music video made us Tumblr girls write sooooooo much and I'm here for that.

Since you liked the previous part "Alive" (read here). I did the second part, the ending of their story.

English is not my first language, be kind and enjoy it <3

Summary: After Cassandra and Martin got together, their relationship was deep and full of love, but it also had a dark side. She still felt broken and lost, he was afraid of losing her and knew he couldn't live without his girlfriend. Sometimes love isn't enough to heal the pain.

TW: 18+, MINORS DNI, She/Her pronouns, the fem!oc is named Cassandra with long wavy dark black hair and blue-purple eyes, kissing, sexual themes, dirty talking, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, masturbation (f and m receiving), SMUT, sex, heavy drug use and mention (their became addicted on cocaine and heroine, if you have watched/read "Requiem for a dream" and "Zoo station: the story of Christiane F." you know how this part is going to be hard to read), sadness, death.

This is my Masterlist

Words: 6800

After Cassandra and Martin got together, their relationship became something profound and intense, a bond forged in both love and darkness. Martin, who had once admired her from afar, now held her close, determined to protect her from the world that had already taken so much from her. But despite the love they shared, a shadow lingered over them, growing heavier with each passing day.

Cassandra was still broken, haunted by the demons that had pushed her to the edge. No matter how much Martin tried to fill the void, the pain inside her remained, gnawing at her soul. She turned to drugs to numb the agony—first cocaine, then heroin. The drugs offered her a brief escape, a momentary release from the turmoil within, but they also dragged her further into darkness.

Martin watched helplessly as Cassandra spiraled deeper into her addiction. She was often high, her eyes glazed over, her body trembling as the heroin coursed through her veins. The girl he loved was slipping away, lost in a haze of needles and powder. He couldn’t bear to see her in so much pain, and the thought of losing her terrified him. He had already killed for her, and now, he was willing to do anything to stay close to her, even if it meant destroying himself in the process.

One night, the weight of everything became too much for Martin to bear. He had watched Cassandra slipping further away, disappearing into a world of darkness that he couldn’t reach. The thought of losing her completely terrified him, and he knew that if he couldn’t save her, he had to at least understand her pain. He had to feel what she felt, even if it meant following her into the abyss.

As they lay in bed, the room dimly lit by the flicker of a single candle on the nightstand, Martin turned to Cassandra, his voice trembling with desperation. "Show me," he said, his eyes pleading. "Show me how to do it. I want to feel what you feel."

Cassandra’s gaze flickered with surprise, then something darker—resignation. She had always kept that part of her life separate from him, as if by doing so, she could protect him from the worst of it. But now, seeing the pain in his eyes, the resolve in his voice, she knew there was no turning back. If he was going to join her in this, she couldn’t stop him.

"Are you sure?" she asked, her voice soft but serious. "Once you start, there’s no going back."

Martin nodded, his heart pounding. "I need to understand, Cass. I need to be with you."

With a heavy sigh, Cassandra rolled out of bed and walked over to a small, hidden box she kept tucked away in the corner of the room. She opened it and took out a syringe, a spoon, a small bag of heroin, and a lighter. Martin watched her every move, his breath catching in his throat as the reality of what he was about to do sank in.

Cassandra returned to the bed, sitting beside him, her hands steady despite the turmoil in her heart. "Watch carefully," she instructed, her voice tinged with sadness. "I’ll show you how."

She placed the heroin on the spoon and held the lighter underneath, heating it until it dissolved into a liquid. Martin’s eyes followed the process, a mixture of fear and determination etched into his features. He couldn’t believe this was happening, but he couldn’t stop himself either.

Cassandra filled the syringe with the liquid, then turned to Martin, her expression softening. "Give me your arm," she said gently.

Martin hesitated for a moment before extending his arm, the veins standing out against his pale skin. Cassandra tied her hair elastic his upper arm, tightening it until a vein became prominent. She met his gaze, her eyes searching his one last time for any sign of doubt.

"You don’t have to do this," she whispered, her voice wavering. "We can still stop."

But Martin shook his head, his resolve unbroken. "I’m with you, Cass. I need to do this. I need to feel what you feel"

Nodding slowly, Cassandra carefully inserted the needle into his vein and pushed the plunger, releasing the heroin into his bloodstream. The sensation was immediate—an overwhelming warmth spreading through his body, followed by a wave of euphoria that left him breathless. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, a powerful escape from the reality he had been drowning in.

Cassandra prepared a second dose for herself, and as she injected it, their eyes met. There was no need for words; they both understood what this meant, what they were becoming together.

As the drug took hold, they lay back on the bed, their bodies entwined, the world outside fading into a distant blur. Time lost its meaning, and the only reality was the warmth of each other’s touch, the shared high that seemed to erase all the pain, all the fear. For a brief, shining moment, nothing else mattered.

Martin turned to Cassandra, his voice slurred but filled with a strange sort of peace. "I get it now," he murmured. "I understand why you do this."

Cassandra smiled sadly, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. "It helps… for a while. But it’s not real, Martin. It’s just an escape."

"I don’t care," he whispered, pulling her closer. "As long as I’m with you."

As the haze of the heroin settled over them, Martin turned to Cassandra, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear, longing, and something darker—possessiveness. The world outside their small cocoon felt distant, almost unreal, and all that mattered was the woman lying beside him.

He reached out, his fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, they simply stared at each other, a silent understanding passing between them. Then, without a word, Martin leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a slow, intense kiss.

The kiss was different this time—deeper, more desperate, as if he were trying to pour all of his emotions into that one act. He could taste the faint residue of the cocaine on her lips, mingling with the saltiness of unshed tears. Pulling back just slightly, his breath warm against her skin, he whispered, "I love you, Cassandra. I’ve always loved you."

His voice was raw, filled with a vulnerability that he rarely let show. He pressed his forehead against hers, his lips barely grazing her ear as he continued, "You’re mine, Cass. You’ve always been mine, and I’m never letting you go."

Cassandra’s eyes glistened with emotion, her hand coming up to rest against his chest. She could feel the rapid beating of his heart beneath her palm, matching her own. The intensity of his words sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of fear and comfort in his possessive declaration.

"I’m yours," she whispered back, her voice barely audible. "I’ve always been yours, Martin."

With that, she kissed him again, her hands tangling in his hair as if to anchor herself to him, to the only person who understood her darkness and didn’t shy away. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate, more intense, as if they were trying to merge

They stayed like that for hours, lost in each other and the high, the outside world nothing more than a distant memory. They talked, sharing their deepest fears and regrets, things they had never spoken aloud before. The drugs made them feel safe, invincible, as if nothing could touch them in that moment.

But as the high began to fade, reality crept back in, bringing with it the darkness they had tried so hard to escape. They knew it wouldn’t last, that the relief was temporary, but it didn’t matter. All they had was each other, and as long as they could keep that, they were willing to fall deeper into the void.

Together, they had crossed a line, and there was no turning back. They were bound to each other in a way that went beyond love, beyond reason—two lost souls, clinging to one another as they drifted further into the abyss.

As they lay in bed one afternoon, the sun barely filtering through the heavy curtains, Cassandra turned to him, her voice slurred from the heroin. "Do you ever think about what we used to be?" she asked, her eyes searching his face as if looking for a trace of the boy she once knew.

Martin stared at the ceiling, his thoughts slow and muddled. "All the time," he admitted, his voice hoarse. "I remember how you were… so full of life, so bright. I always wondered what it would be like to be close to you, the prettiest girl I've ever seen in all my life."

Cassandra let out a soft, bitter laugh. "I’m not that girl anymore, Martin. She’s gone. Maybe she was never real to begin with."

"She was real" Martin insisted, turning his head to look at her. "You were real. You still are."

She shook her head, her lips trembling as tears welled up in her eyes. "I don’t even know who I am anymore. This… this isn’t living. We’re just existing, waiting for the next high, the next escape."

Martin reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "But we’re together, Cass. That’s what matters."

Cassandra’s gaze softened, but there was a deep sadness in her eyes. "You shouldn’t have followed me into this" she whispered, her voice thick with guilt. "I’m dragging you down with me, I'm killing you, my love."

"I’d rather be down here with you than up there alone" Martin said, his voice firm. "I can’t lose you. I won’t."

They fell into silence, the weight of their words hanging between them. The music playing in the background seemed distant, the lyrics a haunting reminder of the life they once had.

Later that night, after another hit, Cassandra leaned against Martin, her head resting on his shoulder as they listened to the soft strains of a melancholic song. "Do you think there’s any way out of this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Martin hesitated, unsure of what to say. He wanted to believe there was, that they could somehow claw their way out of the darkness together, but deep down, he knew the truth. "I don’t know," he finally said, his voice quiet.

Cassandra smiled weakly, though it didn’t reach her eyes. "I’m scared, Martin. I don’t want to lose you. You are all I have."

"You won’t," he promised, his arms tightening around her. "I am yours and you are mine."

But as the days turned into nights, and the drugs continued to pull them under, the hope in Martin’s voice became harder to believe. They spent their days lying in bed, talking about their lives, their fears, and their dreams, but always with the shadow of their addiction looming over them.

"We could just run away" Cassandra said one morning, her voice filled with a fleeting sense of hope. "Leave everything behind, start fresh somewhere else."

Martin looked at her, his heart aching at the desperation in her voice. "And go where? We can’t outrun this, Cass. It’ll follow us wherever we go."

She sighed, the momentary hope fading. "I know… we're fucked up."

"You're so beautiful" Martin whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You're the only one who's ever loved me,” she said, caressing his face.

But even as he said the words, he knew they were slipping further and further away from the life they once knew, from the people they once were. All they had left was each other, and even that was slowly being consumed by the darkness.

The next day, as the first light of dawn filtered through the heavy curtains, Cassandra and Martin lay in bed, their bodies intertwined beneath the sheets. The remnants of the night before still lingered in the air—the scent of sweat, the faint hint of blood, and the unmistakable presence of the drugs that had dulled their pain, if only for a little while. The world outside felt distant and unreal, as if they were suspended in a place where time didn’t exist.

Cassandra’s gaze was distant as she stared at the ceiling, her thoughts drifting to places she didn’t want to go. After a long silence, she spoke, her voice soft and filled with a quiet despair. "There is something terrible in reality, and I don’t know what it is" she whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Why do I always need others?"

Martin turned his head to look at her, his heart aching at the vulnerability in her voice. He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "You’re not alone, Cass," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "I’m here with you. You don’t have to face it by yourself."

Cassandra shook her head, her fingers tracing the lines of his face, the stubble on his jaw, the curve of his lips. "If I were to leave and never come back," she murmured, her voice tinged with a mix of fear and longing, "I would take you with me too. And yes, because now you are part of me… that is, of what I have around me."

Her fingers moved up to caress his black hair, and Martin closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. He felt the warmth of her hand against his skin, the tenderness in her gesture. It was as if she was trying to memorize every part of him, to hold onto him as tightly as she could, even as everything else seemed to be slipping away.

Martin opened his eyes and looked at her, his gaze intense. "You don’t have to go anywhere," he whispered before leaning in to kiss her, his lips brushing against hers with a gentleness that belied the storm of emotions inside him. "I need you, Cass," he murmured against her lips, his voice filled with raw honesty. "I don’t know how to be without you."

Cassandra sighed, her breath warm against his skin. "And I need you," she whispered back, her voice trembling slightly. "But sometimes, I feel like I’m drowning… and I don’t want to pull you down with me."

Martin’s hand moved to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped down her face. "We’ll face it together," he promised, his voice steady despite the turmoil in his heart. "Whatever happens, whatever this is… we’ll face it together. You’re not pulling me down. We’re holding each other up."

Cassandra’s heart swelled with emotion, and she leaned in, capturing his lips in a deeper kiss, one filled with all the unspoken words, the fears, and the love they shared. The kiss was slow at first, tentative, as if they were both afraid of what would happen if they let themselves feel too much. But as the moments passed, the intensity grew, their caresses becoming more urgent, more desperate.

Martin’s hands roamed over her body, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingers, while Cassandra’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. Their breaths became shallow, their hearts pounding in unison as they lost themselves in each other.

"I’m here," Martin whispered against her lips, his voice rough with emotion. "I’m not going anywhere."

Cassandra responded by deepening the kiss, her body arching against his as the desire between them became impossible to ignore. The warmth of his touch, the way his lips moved against hers—it was all she needed in that moment, all she wanted. The fear, the pain, the darkness—they all faded away, leaving only the two of them, connected in a way that went beyond words.

Their movements became more urgent, their hands exploring, their breaths mingling as the intensity of their desire grew. Martin’s kisses trailed down her neck, and Cassandra gasped, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as he pulled her closer. The heat between them was overwhelming, and soon, they were lost in the rhythm of their bodies, the world outside forgotten as they gave in to the passion that had been building between them.

Martin’s breath quickened as he urgently pulled Cassandra closer, his hands trembling slightly as he grasped the hem of the t-shirt she wore—a t-shirt she had stolen from one of his drawers, a piece of him that she had claimed as her own. With one swift motion, he pulled it over her head, exposing her smooth, scented skin to the cool air. The sight of her, so vulnerable and beautiful, made his heart race.

He leaned down, pressing his lips to her collarbone, trailing soft kisses down her chest, inhaling the familiar scent of her skin, a mix of her perfume and something uniquely hers. His hands moved lower, finding the waistband of her panties, his voice a low murmur as he whispered against her skin, "Lift your hips, darling."

Cassandra complied, her breath hitching as she arched her hips off the bed, giving him the space to slide her panties down her legs. The intimate act made her shiver with anticipation, and a soft moan escaped her lips as Martin tossed the fabric aside, his blue eyes dark with desire as they roamed over her body.

Unable to resist the temptation, Cassandra reached up, her lips finding the sensitive spot on his neck. She kissed him there, her mouth hot against his skin, her breath ragged with need. "I want you to feel good" she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I want you to be mine."

With a sudden burst of confidence, she pushed him back onto the bed, reversing their positions. She straddled him, her hands moving to the waistband of his boxers, sliding them off with a deliberate slowness that made his pulse quicken. As she freed him from the last barrier between them, she let her own remaining clothing fall away, leaving her naked above him, her body illuminated by the soft morning light that filtered through the curtains.

Martin’s breath caught in his throat as he looked up at her, his hands instinctively reaching out to trace the curves of her body. But Cassandra wasn’t done. She leaned forward, pressing her lips to his chest, her kisses growing more insistent as she moved lower. Her hair cascaded over his skin, sending shivers down his spine as she continued her descent, her mouth leaving a trail of heat wherever it touched.

Every kiss, every touch, was filled with a desperate need to connect, to claim one another in a way that words could never fully express. When she finally looked up at him, her eyes burning with desire, Martin felt like he was falling, losing himself in the depths of her gaze.

"I’m yours, Cass" he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Always."

Cassandra’s response was immediate—she kissed him fiercely, their lips crashing together with a passion that had been building for far too long. Their bodies moved in sync, the rhythm of their love-making intense and all-consuming. Each touch, each gasp, each whispered word was a testament to the deep, complicated love they shared—a love that was as beautiful as it was destructive.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the darkness that loomed over them, not the pain that threatened to tear them apart. All that existed was the here and now, the feeling of being completely and utterly consumed by each other.

She slowly moved down with kisses, kissed him on his chest, then on his abdomen and then on to his long veiny cock. She began to caress him, feeling his breathing accelerate, Martin closed his eyes, but then opened them again. He wanted to look at her, eat her with his gaze, imprint her every movement in his mind. Cassandra lowered herself to lick him along his shaft and then wrapped him between her lips and began to suck him.

Martin grabbed her by the hair to make her movements easier, moaning and enjoying that sensation, of feeling her wet lips, aware that she was driving him crazy. "My good girl" he whined. She also caressed him with her hand and the more she concentrated on him, the more the mere thought of seeing him helpless under her touch excited her. They looked straight into each other's eyes, she wanted him terribly. Martin knew he couldn't resist for long, he wanted to come between her lips again like the night before, but he knew it wouldn't be enough. He wanted her, he wanted her all for himself.

The thought of taking her, there in that bed was driving him crazy as well as the idea of having her in his hands and touching her only as he knew how, driving her crazy with every single touch.

He knew her body, he knew how her skin reacted to his fingers, to his caresses and kisses.

"Come here" he whispered lost in pleasure, she looked up and with a last lick she pulled away from him. "Did you like it?" she asked. "I like everything you do to me" he whispered, he grabbed her in his hands, tortured her nipples, kissed them, sucked them to make them more sensitive, licked her breasts.

"I need to feel something" she whispered lying on the bed, Martin went from kissing her lips to her neck, between her breasts, on her abdomen and then on her pussy. He opened her legs, she was so excited that it was dripping between her crotches.

"I need to feel you mine" she put a hand in his hair, he grabbed her by the thighs opening her with two fingers and then licked her. "You are breathtaking, you are mine, mine and mine only" he whispered giving her a kiss there.

He looked into her eyes, rose a little and soon he spat on her pussy, making her shiver. She had liked it. "My love" Cassandra whispered, feeling his tongue licking her between her soaking wet folds, his nose pressing on her clit, his tongue sliding into her slit fucking her deep inside. Cassandra moaned, arching her back, finding herself begging him, her hands clenched in her thick black hair.

"My love" Martin whispered, kissing her on the inside of her thigh. "My love, my love, my love" with his thumb he began to tease her clit, Cassandra's legs trembled as her pussy began to tighten around his fingers. Martin buried his face between her thighs again, he resumed licking her greedily until she came on his tongue, the orgasm shook her so much that he held her still.

"I want to make love to you" Martin whispered, his face resting on her pussy. "I want to make love to you for the rest of my life, my love."

Martin stood on her, towering over her with his body, perfect, slender and trained. She, beautiful to the point of pain: thick and long eyelashes, deep blue-violet eyes, capable of digging into his soul, were those of his beloved, illuminated by a deep love and a dangerous darkness. She sat up and touched him in every inch of his body: the defined muscles, the back, even the soft hair. She leaned forward kissing him on the lips, when they parted a trickle of saliva joined their lips. "I want to feel your skin against mine" Cassandra whispered looking at Martin. "I want to feel only what you can give me so well" And then she felt the hard erection, hot and humid, heavy, pressing against the inside of her thigh. She bit her lips excited, Martin took her hips helping her and entered her while they still had their lips glued together and they were moaning into each other's mouths. Taking her by the hips he helped her move and increased the pace of his thrusts, eliciting moans of pleasure from both of them. She pressed herself against him.

"My love, my love, my love" she whispered with each thrust, feeling that deep feeling that only he was able to give her. "You're mine, you're mine, mine, mine, mine, only mine" Martin whispered, pushing himself into her, their hands intertwined and their lips consumed with each kiss. Cassandra's body moved with each thrust, she trembled with excitement and melted under her lover's hands, it was all stronger than a drug. Martin loved her with all of himself and now that he could have her all to himself, it seemed that time was no longer enough.

"You're the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me" Cassandra whispered between one kiss and the next, Martin rested his forehead against hers. "You are the only beautiful thing in my life" he gave her a stronger push, then turned her on her stomach on the mattress. "Like this, from behind?" he whispered perversely in her ear, gathering her hair in one thing.

"Yes, my love" she turned her face to look at him, Martin pinned her to the mattress with his body and only lifted her hips, leaving her ass in the air. "How beautiful you are when you are submissive to me" Cassandra smiled, but her smile soon turned into a grimace of pleasure when he opened her thighs and buried his face between them, eating her from behind.

Cassandra grabbed the sheets with her hands, felt her boyfriend's tongue fucking her opening and moaned writhing. "My good girl" Martin whispered caressing her back with his hands, placing kisses all over her scented skin. "You're so wet" he whispered, feeling her intimate area again with two fingers. "And you're mine" in an unexpected gesture he spanked her, she laughed, she liked it.

"Do it again" Cassandra whispered and this time, Martin left his hand imprinted on her skin and with the other he guided his cock inside her, fucking her from behind. She was hot, wet and tight around him. He lowered himself so much that he could turn her face and kiss her, Cassandra pushed herself with her hips against his cock, Martin grabbed her hips, he heard her moan, pant his name and shortly after, when she was about to come he turned her on her back, penetrated her again and while she was dying in the spasms of another orgasm. He fucked her again and again with love. He grabbed her by the thighs and let himself come inside her, filling her.

Martin collapsed in his arms, Cassandra held him between them. He rested his face on her breast, kissing her and breathing in her scent. "You're my whole life, you're my whole fucking life," he whispered against her. "I'm yours and you're mine" Cassandra whispered, stroking his hair.

As they made love, it wasn’t just about the physical connection—it was about holding on to each other, about finding solace in each other’s arms. They moved together, their bodies fitting perfectly, as if they were made for this, for each other. And in that moment, everything else faded away—there was no darkness, no fear, no pain. There was only them, together, holding on to each other in the only way they knew how.

Afterward, they lay tangled in the sheets, their bodies still pressed close, their breaths slowing as the intensity of the moment began to fade. Martin held Cassandra tightly, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin as they lay in silence, the weight of their reality settling back in. But for now, in the aftermath of their shared intimacy, they found a brief respite from the darkness that surrounded them—a moment of peace in a world that felt increasingly chaotic and uncertain.

"I love you, Cass" Martin whispered, his voice filled with a quiet determination. "No matter what happens, I’m here."

Cassandra nodded, her head resting against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. "I love you too, Martin," she whispered back, her voice soft but full of emotion. "I just hope that’s enough."

Cassandra lay beside Martin, her head resting on his chest as they caught their breath, their bodies still entwined beneath the sheets. The weight of their love, of everything they had been through, hung in the air, a mix of sorrow and something achingly sweet.

Martin reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a pack of cigarettes. He lit one, taking a deep drag before passing it to Cassandra. She took it from him, her fingers brushing against his as she brought it to her lips. They lay there in the quiet, the smoke curling upward in lazy spirals, the only sound the soft crackle of burning tobacco and their steady, slowing breaths.

As Cassandra exhaled, she turned to look at Martin, her eyes soft but filled with a deep, unspoken sadness. She held the cigarette between her fingers, watching the embers glow in the dim light. "Martin" she whispered, her voice barely audible, "let's do it again. Let's get high, just one more time. Together."

Martin looked at her, his heart heavy with a mix of emotions he couldn’t quite untangle. He knew what she was asking, knew the darkness they were teetering on the edge of. But he also knew that he couldn’t say no—not to her, not when she looked at him like that, as if he were her last lifeline in a world that had already taken too much from her.

"Alright" he murmured, his voice thick with resignation. "One more time, my love."

She smiled faintly, though it didn’t reach her eyes. Together, they prepared the drugs and then they injected the heroin each other in silence, their hands trembling just slightly as the drug coursed through their veins, bringing with it the sweet, numbing relief they both craved.

As the high took hold, Cassandra turned to Martin, her movements slow and dreamlike. She kissed him softly, her lips barely brushing against his, as if she were afraid to break the fragile moment. He kissed her back, his hands gently cradling her face, their breaths mingling in the dim light.

They lay back down, their bodies entwined, their hearts slowing as the heroin dulled the edges of their reality. The world around them faded, the pain and fear slipping away, leaving only the warmth of each other’s embrace.

Lying on the bed, their bodies still warm from the afterglow and the drugs beginning to weave their hazy spell, Cassandra and Martin found themselves in the vulnerable space where their deepest secrets, long buried under layers of pain and pretense, could no longer be hidden.

Cassandra’s gaze was unfocused, her eyes glassy as she stared at the ceiling. The heroin dulled the sharp edges of her thoughts, making it easier to speak, to let out the words that had been trapped inside her for so long. She turned her head slightly to look at Martin, her voice a soft, trembling whisper.

"Martin… there’s something I need to tell you. About who I really am… who I was." She hesitated, the words caught in her throat. "The perfect girl you knew in school… that wasn’t me. It was just a mask I wore, a way to survive."

Martin’s brow furrowed as he listened, his heart tightening at the vulnerability in her voice. He reached out, taking her hand in his, silently urging her to continue.

"My childhood was…" Cassandra’s voice cracked, and she swallowed hard before continuing. "It was a nightmare, Martin. My parents—they were never there for me, not really. My father was always away, and when he was home, he was… cruel. My mother, she just pretended everything was fine, like we were the perfect family. But behind closed doors, it was hell. I learned to pretend, to be the good daughter, the smart, popular girl, because it was the only way I knew to keep everything from falling apart."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke, her voice shaking with the weight of her confession. "But inside, I was always broken. I didn’t let anyone see that part of me—not my friends, not anyone. I was so scared of being abandoned, of being hurt even more. So, I wore that mask, and I convinced everyone that I was fine… that I was perfect."

Martin’s heart ached as he listened to her words, realizing just how much she had been hiding, how deeply her pain ran. He tightened his grip on her hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles.

"Cass… I’m so sorry," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I had no idea… I always thought you were so strong, so perfect. But I should have seen the pain behind your eyes. I should have known."

Cassandra shook her head, tears slipping down her cheeks. "No, Martin… you couldn’t have known. I didn’t let anyone close enough to see. Not even you. And that’s something I regret more than anything."

She took a deep breath, her gaze locking onto his. "I regret not noticing you, Martin. You were always there, always kind and sweet, and I was too blinded by my own pain to see you. I wish I had seen you sooner."

Martin’s eyes softened, his heart swelling with a mix of love and sorrow. "Cass, I’ve loved you for so long… even when we barely knew each other, even when you didn’t see me. I loved you. I love you."

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, tender kiss, pouring all of his emotions into that single act. Cassandra kissed him back with equal intensity, her hands cupping his face as if she were trying to hold onto this moment, to make it last forever.

When they finally pulled apart, Martin rested his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her skin. "I love you so much, Cassandra," he whispered, his voice trembling. "And I always will."

Cassandra’s eyes shone with tears, but she smiled through them, her heart full despite the sadness that lingered. "I love you too, Martin. I’m so sorry it took me this long to say it, to really mean it… but I do. I love you with everything I have."

"I love you, my love" Martin whispered, his voice slurred, heavy with the drug’s effect.

"I love you too, my love" Cassandra replied, her words thick and drowsy. She nestled closer to him, their limbs tangled together, seeking comfort in the only place they had ever truly felt safe—in each other’s arms.

As they lay side by side, the silence between them thick with unspoken words, Martin knew it was his turn to let the darkness inside him out. He looked at Cassandra, her tear-streaked face still beautiful even in her pain, and felt the weight of his own past pressing down on him. It was time to tell her everything, to strip away the last of the walls he’d built around himself.

"Cass, my love" he began, his voice low and unsteady, "There’s something I’ve never told you… about my life, about who I really am."

Cassandra turned her head to look at him, her eyes soft with understanding and a silent invitation for him to continue. She squeezed his hand gently, urging him to speak.

"My life wasn’t much better" he confessed, his voice heavy with the burden of his memories. "I grew up in a broken home, too. My dad left when I was little, and my mom… she was never really there. She drank to forget, to escape whatever demons were haunting her. And I was just… there. Alone."

He paused, the memories flooding back, sharp and painful even after all these years. "I didn’t have anyone, Cass. No friends, no family who cared. I was just this pathetic, invisible kid trying to survive. I tried to escape it all, to find some way to deal with the loneliness, the anger… the emptiness. But nothing worked. Not until I started selling drugs."

Cassandra’s eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t pull away. She stayed close, her presence a silent reassurance that she was there, listening, understanding.

"I never wanted this life" Martin continued, his voice cracking. "But it’s the only thing I knew how to do. It was the only way I could make money, keep a roof over my head, keep going. I hated it, every single second of it, but I didn’t know how to stop. It’s like I was trapped in this cycle, and every time I thought I could break free, something pulled me back down."

His gaze dropped to their intertwined hands, and his voice softened, filled with a deep, aching sadness. "And then you came back into my life, Cass. You were the most beautiful thing in my pathetic existence. Seeing you again… it was like a lifeline. But I was so scared that I’d lose you, that you’d see me for what I really am—a loser who’s never been able to escape his demons."

Cassandra’s heart broke as she listened to Martin, her own pain mirrored in his words. She could see the vulnerability in his eyes, the way he was baring his soul to her, and it made her love him even more.

"You’re not a loser, Martin" she whispered, her voice filled with conviction. "You’ve been through so much, and you’re still here. You survived, and that takes strength. You’re not pathetic… you’re strong, and you’re kind, and you’re everything I could ever want."

Martin looked at her, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I’m so scared, Cass" he admitted, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Scared of losing you, scared of what I’ve become. But when I’m with you… it’s like none of that matters. You make me feel like I’m worth something."

Cassandra leaned in, her lips brushing against his, the tenderness of the moment overwhelming. "You are worth everything to me, Martin," she whispered against his mouth. "I love you, more than I’ve ever loved anyone. And I’m not going anywhere. I'm your and you're mine"

Martin’s heart swelled with emotion, and he kissed her deeply, pouring all of his love, his fear, and his longing into that single act. "I love you, Cassandra" he whispered between kisses, his voice trembling with the intensity of his feelings. "I always have, and I always will in live and death"

"I love you too, Martin, in live and in death" Cassandra replied, her voice breaking with emotion.

Their kiss deepened, filled with a desperation that spoke of all the time they had lost, all the pain they had endured. As their lips moved together, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, bound together by love and shared suffering. In each other’s arms, they found a moment of peace, a brief respite from the chaos that had defined their lives.

And for that fleeting moment, nothing else mattered.

They kissed again and again with kisses filled with both passion and an aching tenderness, as if they were trying to make up for all the lost time, for all the pain and missed chances. In that kiss, they found a connection that went beyond words, a bond that was both heartbreaking and beautiful.

As they lay back down, their fingers intertwined, they held each other close, their breaths slowly synchronizing as the drugs continued to pull them into a deeper, dreamlike state. They clung to each other, the confessions of love still echoing in the air, knowing that whatever came next, they were together.

And that, in the end, was all that mattered.

As the high deepened, their breaths grew slower, shallower, their eyes fluttering closed as they drifted off into a sleep that they would never wake from.

The room was quiet, save for the soft sound of their final breaths, their hearts beating their last, slow rhythm in perfect unison.

And then, silence.

They overdosed.

Cassandra and Martin lay together, their bodies still entwined, their faces peaceful as they slipped away, carried off by the very thing that had brought them together.

In death, they found the escape they had been searching for—a final, tragic peace, forever bound to each other in the darkness they could never quite escape in life, in that damn modern world.

"I feel alive in the city

that you like

and wait for the day to go dreaming

right by

seems so hard not to be free

when you walk right beside me

in the modern world".

A fact about these quotes in the one-shots:

"There is something terrible in reality, and I don’t know what it is"

"Why do I always need others?"

"If I were to leave and never come back,"

"I would take you with me too. And yes, because now you are part of me… that is, of what I have around me."

They are are from an Italian psychological drama film from 60s film called "The red desert".

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