#closing his eyes and being brought back to reality by the cold blade in his abdomen. imagine hannibal holding him up and whispering in his

[rottentome]

I love rewriting mizumono

[yanderes-galore]

Micah bell with Prompts 8, 10, by inuzkua

12/13

Wel almost there

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Oh... well, these prompts alone are pretty dark like most of the Micah ones. I'll see what I got. WARNING, THIS COVERS SOME DARK TOPICS, PLEASE KEEP THIS IN MIND.

Prompts Here

Yandere! Micah Bell Prompts 8 + 10

“You’re so dramatic. The bleeding should stop soon.”

“The more I look at you the more I wanna hurt you, why is that?” 

Pairing: "Romantic"(?)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Sadism, Micah likes to hurt you, One-sided relationship, Possessive behavior, Blood, Violence, Marking/Branding with a knife, Touchy behavior, Forced "relationship".

You and Micah had never gotten along. Honestly, not many got along with Micah in general. However, you and Micah tended to clash heads more than most.

You had gotten into many arguments. Most of which were because Micah wanted to see how far he could push you. To him, being cruel to you was his form of fun.

He liked to see you get worked up. He liked you upset. He liked fighting with you. He liked how much it hurt you.

Micah wasn't sure why making you suffer brought him joy. He was already quite insufferable to everyone he comes across. Yet with you...

It's so much different.

He likes the tears in your eyes as he's belittling you. You may hide them, but he knows. He likes that he has that power over you.

Your fellow gang members were aware of Micah's sadism to you. His gaze was normally cold, yet there was a hint of desire in his eyes as he looked at you. One may even describe it as ownership towards you.

You thought it couldn't get much worse. You thought he was just going to be a stinking rat who likes to toy with you. Unfortunately...

Micah loves to discover new ways to hurt you.

Micah was always vile. You knew that even before he got touchy. He always has such a grin when he reaches for you, chuckling when you smack his hand away.

Micah would give you crude flirtation as he wraps his arms around you. He acts like you two are something close. In reality, you despise him.

He probably despises you for other reasons.

After all, why else would he be insistent to hurt you? He insults you, makes you uncomfortable.... Micah is a vile man, always will be...

Yet he's a vile man with a goal it seems...

A twisted goal.

“You’re so dramatic. The bleeding should stop soon.” Micah grumbles, looking wistfully as his blade finishes its job. Blood coats the sharpened edge as he pulls it away.

In its place, a carving of 'M.B' struggles to heal, no doubt meant to leave a scar.

You're shivering, tears pricking your eyes as you hiss and sputter in pain. It all happened so fast. Micah and you had gotten into another argument after you had finished one with Arthur.

Things seemed to just keep getting worse... You had even left camp to get away from him...

Only for Micah to follow... and tackle you with his knife.

You had thought this was it. Your arguments had hit a peak and Micah was going to risk it all to kill you. Except... He didn't.

He just liked the fear in your eyes as he carved his name into your back.

"You're so irritating, know that?" Micah growls, begrudgingly wiping off the blood from your skin. The action makes you tense, another hiss leaving your mouth.

“The more I look at you the more I wanna hurt you, why is that?” Micah continues, staring at the engraving. "You make me feel a weird way, cowpoke. Bet you have no clue, huh? I can't explain it..."

You tense when he grabs your chin, turning you to face him. His eyes still hold that cold desire in them. He looks at you like you're an annoyance he can't quite let go.

"I want to make you mine." Micah eventually says, grip tight on you as you shiver. "I want to be the only one who has you. I want to mark you as mine, I want to be the cause of your hurt. That way... you'll know you're mine... and I can ignore these damn feelings you keep giving me."

Micah spoke to you like he was in denial. He was obsessed with you, you knew that at the very least. The nature of his obsession... was significantly harder to pin point.

Was he obsessed with hurting you... or just trying to distract himself. Did he love you and didn't want to admit it? Did he view himself as weak for you catching his eye... and wanted to punish you for it?

Regardless, it only made you hate him more. Even now as he pins you to the dirt ground, your blood spilling his hands, you doubt anything will be done. You doubt Micah will get in trouble with Dutch.

Nevertheless, you remain hopeful.

"Now you're all mine, sweetheart... gonna be sweet for me from now on? Maybe that will change something in me...."

Even when Micah leans into your ear, telling you you're his, you think of hurting him in return. There was never going to be anything good between you and Micah. You didn't care if he seemed misguided.

You just hope Dutch would do something to make Micah pay once he eventually learned of this... because if he doesn't...

You may very well be the cause of Micah's retribution if he isn't careful.

[echantedtoon]

Obsession 憑 Ch45

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Part 5 Dawn 

"Marry me instead."

The silence was deafening. Red eyes stared at your bare feet standing on the cold ground still waiting for the man before you to speak with glee, triumph, maybe even condensing because now..Now Yoriichi had gotten what he wanted. But you were surprised when the hands holding you just slowly let go slipping back to his sides. Red eyes looked between the hands before back to his somber face in question.

His eyes stared at the woman before him calmly, almost neutrally so. "... Is that what you want?"

You were very much taken aback by his question. Jaw opening and closing a few times. WHAT?! Wait a second. First he asked you to become his reason for staying and now he's asking you if that's what you actually want?!...Did he hit his head without you noticing?!

"You-..." Your head shook before raising a brow at him. "You're giving me mixed reactions to what you want."

"Apologies." He said with a small bow of his head showing respect. "The situation is... complicated. If you were to wait until my marriage ceremony next month, I could get you freedom."

You slowly blinked red eyes. Freedom. Is that what he said? Freedom? ".....You are teasing me now."

He held up his hands. "No. Actually I was very sincere when I told you months ago that I would do everything I could to set things right. I had gotten rid of your debt by distributing it amongst the other maids' debts after what they had done to you-" He slowly lowered his hands to point at you despite the obviously suspicion in her eyes. "-and since then I've been working on a way to permanently free you from my father's grasp."

"And you expect me to believe that?"

"Have I ever lied to you before?"

Your mouth opened to retort-....But found nothing in your memory to argue against that statement. Yoriichi.. hadn't ever lied to you before did he? Let's see. Your face scrunched up cutely making him silently chuckle as your mind wracked for any times he lied to you. During the war?..No. He took everything seriously. When he refound you?..Nah. Clingy but not lying. When he brought you here or when you were recovering? Nope. He was pretty adamant on marrying Lady Mia and punishing the girls who hurt you...So the chances of him lying now were slim. However you wouldn't stop being suspicious.

"And exactly how were you going to go about it?" You narrowed your eyes back up to him.

"Simple. I realized that Lady Mia has become rather fond of you through your.. reputation and how I've observed you both interact." He calmly explained to you without any anger. "I was going to convince her to take you with us as a servant for a wedding gift, I doubt my father would say no to her."

Your brow rose higher. "And taking me to Muzan's kingdom will be better because??"

"Because then Lord Tsugikuni would have no more say in your fate." You froze upon him speaking those words. With a sigh he turned away the earnings swaying to and from as his gaze found solice in the nearest bush. "It wouldn't have been too much to convince her to grant you freedom from her servitude. Without anymore debts and an official pardon from a noble, you wouldn't have to worry about ever being an outlaw again."

You could be...free? The reality of such a possibility never even occurred to you. Being free was, frankly speaking, absolutely impossible from where you stood at all sides. You could have freedom..TRUE freedom. You could leave and go live on with Tanjiro and Nezuko again. But as you always found out, things were never as easy as you thought.

"You were going to..marry someone else and join Muzan.."Your hand slowly placed itself on your chest. "Just to ensure that I would be free?" He hesitated before slowly nodding. "Why?" You didn't understand. Yoriichi didn't want Lady Mia despite begging her to be his wife. He wanted you, but now that he had the opportunity to have you, he was hesitating almost outright refusing you now. "I don't understand why you're acting like this. If you want me so badly then why don't you just take the opportunity?"

He looked back to you so bluntly it had you flinching from the speed. "Because I wasn't lying when I said I love you, and if loving you means destroying the you that I fell in love with..then no amount of opportunity is worth it."

"You didn't think that when I was taken away!"

"And I will never be able to make it up to you. I realize that. I can apologize for it but if won't change it and I will do everything within my power to make things right. If I go through with this then you will be free and you'll be dr have to see me again."

"But you'll be putting so many others in danger at Muzan's hands!," you repeated firmer pointing at him. "You'd willingly join your enemy and cause destruction and live your life in a loveless marriage just to make sure I'll be free?.. Alright then. But what about after?"

His eyes blinked head tilting to the left slightly making earrings sway. "After?"

You nodded. "If I'm free then I'll only be so until Muzan launches the damned war again or does something else just as terrible which YOU-" You jabbed him in the chest making him blink at the spot on his chest where you jabbed him. "-know he's pretty much guaranteed to do! What then?" Your arms gestured to nothing as you gave him a desperate worried look. "My brother would be taken away as a solider to fight! My home would be destroyed all over again! My sister and I could be taken as spoils of war! That is if no one kills us first! Did you not think of any of those possibilities?!"

Yoriichi stood there blank faces. As if 'Reality' was a person and that manifestation of reality picked up the largest rock they could find them proceeded to bash the samurai's head with a healthy dose of that realization. You must've guessed that he hadn't thought of the aftermath of his decision.

"And let's not forget about the fact your father hates me. What if he says no to you taking me along with you? Or Lady Mia decides she likes me too much to let me go? There's so many outcomes you hadn't even considered. So many holes in your plan! The only way nothing bad happens is if you stay!" He jumped as your hands grabbed one of his. Plum eyes going wide staring at the hands before turning to you. "Please, please just stay." You pleaded. "I don't need happiness or freedom as long as nothing bad happens. I could care less about me! My concern is for your people and that's where your concern should lie too! Not with me but for your people!"

He was... shocked. Stunned. Flabbergasted really. Plum red eyes slowly blinked at you. Once. Twice. His mouth opened.. before it closed again. Brows scrunched up as he looked between your hands and his as if unsure what to do or say anymore... Eventually he sighed through his nose and glanced off back to the shrub.

"I.. suppose I was too blinded by the prospect of doing right by you that I failed to see the bigger picture."

"So you'll stay?"

He sucked in a hissing breath through his teeth. "It's..not that easy. I'm still engaged to Lady Mia. I asked her to marry me, so I can not simply just call off the engagement so bluntly without a genuinely good explanation."

"Just tell her what we both know." You let go of his hand. "That you found out that your father is only trading you for land and that you would rather not be a pawn for your enemy."

He cocked a brow skeptically. "And that would work?" He asked slowly.

"Yes. She's surprisingly very understanding and I'm sure she wouldn't kick up a fuss if you decided to break it off with her." You grimaced. "The real problem would be Lord Tsugikuni however. Your father may not like you breaking off the engagement after you promised to marry her."

"Actually I never told my father that I would marry her." You snapped up at his now back to somber expression. "The only ones who know of our engagement is ourselves and yourself. I have only asked my father a six month courting period, as far as he knows we are only courting one another not engaged."

"He's still not going to like the fact you rejected her, but he might not kick up as big of a fuss if he didn't know you're breaking an engagement."

"Do not worry about him." He held up a hand again. "I will deal with any father and Lady Mia. I want you to go back inside and tell no one of our talk, it could become complicated if someone were to find out we discussed this."

You nodded sighing heavy in relief. Any hopes of freedom were dashed, and Lady Mia might have her heart crushed but at least you spared potentially many lives. As much as you hated to say it,he was right. You couldn't tell anyone else about this, and it might look suspicious if you stayed any longer out here with him. You'd best just go back to the maids' courters until tomorrow morning. Oh. That reminded you.

He blinked when you held up the now badly crinkled paper you'd been clenching in your fist forever. "..What is this?"

"The reason I came out here. Lady Mia wanted me to deliver this message to you."

Looking bewildered, Yoriichi slowly reached out to take the badly crinkled paper from you before simply just opening it. His confused face became more confused as he blinked then looked back up to you. "It's blank."

You blinked back. "It's what?"

His answer was to just turn the paper around for you to see if and you both looked down at an incredible crinkled but blank piece of paper. There was nothing written on it. You both stared at it longer before looking at each other again and you just rubbed your head.

"She's a strange one alright...When we're you going to talk to her?"

"Tonight. And then I'll speak to my father in the morning. It's best to get it over with as soon as possible instead of procrastinating."

That was at least one thing you both could agree on. You nodded. "Well then...I guess I'll bid you good night, Your Highness." You quickly bowed to him before turning away-

"Wait." You whirled back around as his hand suddenly grasped your wrist. "You didn't answer my question before. Would you-... Would you really consider being with me now that I'm staying?"

You tensed up. How could you not? Before sighing through your nose and turning off to the side. ".... I don't know. You did so much."

He lingered.. before once again dropping his grip. "I-.. Understand. But..Would you please promise me you'll at least think it over?"

"..Yes. I'll think about it but that's all I promise I'll do. Good night, Yoriichi."

He stood there watching her go with a tremble in his hands and sadness in his eyes. The paper giving weak crinkling sounds as he lifted it curiously to his face before sighing. "Well, I suppose it's just you and me. Why don't we just go see what your clever mistress has to say about you?"

You slowly made your way back to the maids' courters surprised to see that everyone else was already in bed asleep or almost done getting ready for sleep. How long were you both outside talking? Either way you were glad to be back inside somewhere warm and relax back under some blankets for the night even if your blankets were cheap as dirt. Trying not to let your stomach tie into knots you fell into a dreamless uneasy sleep hoping that whatever came tomorrow wouldn't be as bad as everything else. 

You had no idea at the same time a certain prince was walking his way down the halls getting bows from multiple guards as he walked by them past room after room until his feet stopped in front of one particular door. A fist was raised up to firmly knock upon the door.

"Come in."

The door slid right open to the quiet room inside, nothing but a singular white candle to light up the darkness. Golden eyes gazed back from a darkened mirror crinkled up in a smile. 

"Ah. There you are. I was expecting you sooner or later."

"Yes." The sounds of a door closing behind a man sounded out. "I came to speak with you about something important concerning our arrangement."

"So you finally sorted yourself out at last? I was beginning to think you two would never reconcile."

"....I beg pardon?"

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The next morning you had awoken earlier than most everyone again (except the other girls whom had to get up early to get a start to the day's chores) and started out to go tend to Lady Mia again..but something felt off. You sensed it the moment you stepped out of the room fixing your hair with your hands and noticed something about halfway down the third hallway.

Everything seemed to feel...tense.

You looked at the guards standing in position of the occasional one patrolling the halls and took notice of the extra tight lips or the look of worry in their eyes as you curiously gazed around as you walked. What was going on? Did something happen while you were asleep? Slowly you made your way through the early morning until you came back to the guarded door of the visiting court lady. The guards looked the same as the others which made you give them each curious glances but ultimately minded your own business as you knocked loudly on the door.

"Who is it?", called a woman's voice.

"It's me, M'lady."

"Come in!," she sing songed from the inside and you couldn't help but think of Mitsuri once again.

Pushing the door open, you popped your head in to take a look around. Finding no one but the lady herself, already dressed and combing through her long black hair though her Yellow eyes perked up at you in the mirror. 

"Ah, Y/n!," her reflection happily greeted you with a smile, "Right on time as always! Come in. You can help me with my makeup."

"Um..Alright." Not wanting to be rude, you came in closing the door behind you and looking at it for a moment. 

"Are you alright?" You hummed looking back to her. Her eyes gestured to the door in the reflection. "You're staring at the door as if it personally offended you."

"Oh. No. It's just that-.." You shrugged it off with a wave of your hand, feet turning to walk towards her. "Nevermind. I'm probably imagining things still half asleep. How was your night, My Lady? Did you sleep well?"

She nodded. "Yes! Thank you! I had quite the thrilling night to be perfectly honest."

'Thrilling'? Did that mean Yoriichi talked to her then? Deciding against asking her outright immediately, you'd ease into it instead kneeling next to her running red eyes over the makeup out in front of the vanity and grabbing the smallest brush first. 

"That's good to hear. Let's get you ready for breakfast then." You other hand grabbed a small square container of red lipstick.

"Oh, don't worry yourself over that. I'm having my meals brought to my room today." Her eyes crinkled up further in a smile.

The brush paused mid dip into the liquid lipstick to allow your eyes to look confused at her mischievous smile. "What do you mean? You've always had your breakfast in the dining hall."

"Well considering Lord Tsugikuni is throwing quite the nasty tantrum about my leave next week-" She said continuing to brush through her hair without a care in the world as if you both her just casually discussing the weather outside. "-I'd much rather avoid him all together until I go. "

You just stared at her. "I'm sorry? What is happening?"

"It seems that the noble prince has finally decided to call it quits." She sighed relieved waving the comb around aimlessly as she spoke. "Thank goodness. I thought all my attempts at getting you two lovers back together would be in vain."

You again still stared at her. "....You think I'm WHAT?! With who?! And what on earth are you talking about?!"

"No need to play dumb with me." Her hands went back to combing her hair. "I could tell from the moment he laid eyes on you in front of me that it was you who he was in love with. Whatever lover's quarrel you both had that drove him away in the first place must've been quite bad. But everything is sorted now."

"....Excuse me. You think Yoriichi and I are what?!"

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[fiikaela]

By the Blades We Meet

lmaooo randomly back again. This one is a bit more eventful in terms of setting up the tone for future stuff so enjoy :D

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Chapter four

"Good, now a little faster."

You clicked your tongue in annoyance, eyes flicking up to the almost condescending smile that plastered all over his face. Ganondorf should be at least proud of you being able to handle a spear even though you barely use spears at all, but of course the snarky bastard would choose to laugh at your slight discomfort. To make matters even more irksome, it turns out he's just as good with a spear as with a katana.

"Wish you had a katana in hand, hm?"

You chose to ignore his comment, instead taking the obvious opening to his side.

You watched helplessly as he blocked that attack with a speed that should be deemed impossible for his build. He always seemed to be the one who is strong but slow, though your sparring sessions kept giving a jarring reminder that he's just as agile and fast as you are.

He huffed a laugh, and you saw this slightest shift in his posture, and your instincts took over.

You turned to the side just as he charged at you, narrowly dodging the strike that you barely registered. That could've knocked you straight into that wall if you didn't act as fast as you did. Your heart hammered, Ganondorf seemed to hesitate just half a second before turning back, and you took the opportunity and lunged, the sudden force made him lose balance, knocking him to the ground.

You grinned, hovering above him. Taking in the joy of his flabbergasted expression.

"Well, it looks like the 'noob' had just won."

He stared at your gleeful expression. He was somehow breathing fast, and it was something other than the thrill of your spar session, or you being on top of him.

Or anything similar to that.

When he dashed at you and saw you shifting away just at the last second, it stirred something inside of him. He wasn't sure what it was, but it stirred something familiar. The sight of your face, blurred in his speed, half hidden behind locks of silver hair that was dyed a light yellow by the sunlight. But he can see the eyes that peered underneath them: determined, focused.

That scene looked familiar, like an overwhelming sense of déjà vu. It reminded him of golden locks, a pair of blue eyes that looked as deep as the heavens yet as cold as eternal winter. It reminded him of anger, elation, and almost a desperate longing for something. Something that brought a sickening sense flooding at him.

His heart was beating way too fast, he was getting slightly lightheaded. In his peripheral vision, he had saw you pounce at him, but he couldn't get enough time to stop you. You had more strength than he thought, and the slight pain when he fell on the floor snapped him back from reality. He stared at you, taking the sight of your face, and finding his pacing heart magically calm down.

"Ganondorf? Hello? I just won~" The sight of your fingers waving was the final he needed to come back to himself. You laughed at the realization dawning in his eyes, taking your turn to be the smug one. "Well?" You asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"Well, congratulations on your first win of today." He rolled his eyes jokingly, knowing the reminder will likely make your face drop. And it did, which was hilarious yet adorable at the same time.

You were so close to him... He can just raise his hand, cup the back of your head, and lean up... just a little bit...

"Sore loser." You huffed, clanking down your spear at the side of his head. He doesn't seem to be bothered, but a genuine smile shining on his face at your exasperated expression.

"Of course, that was no small feat. You should be proud of yourself, just as I am of you, little warrior."

The sun was suddenly getting very hot, because your cheeks are burning. If he saw it, he was gracious enough not to mention it. You tensed in your position, seeing him cocking his eyebrow and giving you a suggestive smirk. You felt a hand suddenly clasping down at your back, it was gentle, but given enough strength to keep you exactly where you are: half-crouched over his huge body.

"Mm.... You look so cute on top of me." Ganondorf tilted his head up, his playful, golden eyes roamed your form. "I wonder how you'll look like beneath me... not too flustered, I hope?" His lips pulled back, revealing that row of sharp canines.

"I'll be gentle, though. If that's what you desire."

The last sentence came out as a bare whisper, and you had doubted if you heard it wrong. He had laid his head back, an expectant smirk playing on his face.

It took you quite a few seconds to realize his joke was not about another spar session.

He laughed at whatever embarrassing expression you had, the same thunderous sound that you can feel vibrating against your own chest. You quickly jumped away, feeling your face and the tips of your ears burning.

He sat up, grinning at you as he leaned over to pick up his spear. You opened your mouth to say something snarky, or even mock him for being so careless as to be knocked to the ground when he suddenly grunted in pain, the arm supporting his upper body seemed to slip as he fell. Before you know it, you had sprang to your feet, and somehow you managed to catch him. One of his giant hands was on the side of his temple, his fiery brows knitted together.

You tilted you head as he sat up from your clutch, eyes closed in effort. Did you really hurt him that badly? Is it a concussion?

"Should I call someone?" You asked nervously, looking around him to check for any visible injury. None. It wouldn't take too long, but it still made you nervous given that you don't know the severity of his condition.

Ganondorf barely heard you over the pulsing pain in his head. It came in waves, and overwhelmed him until all he could focus on was to control his breaths.

What was this? He saw something again, flashes of red, something glimmering in a long, nailed hand as pain exploded in a concentrated area on his forehead. He felt rage, absolute rage, like he was ready to throw away everything just to quench its burn. How could he have lost?  Lost to-

Lost to who?

The name sat just on the edge of the memory, just a little out of reach. Yet every time he tried to touch it, it slips away just around his fingertips. Who is it? Warning flashed all over his head, something in his subconscious told him to stop looking. 

It felt as if everything he knows now will collapse if he didn't.

"Ganondorf! If you don't answer me in the next five seconds I will need to run back to town."

You voice sounded just above him. It was so unusual, your normally calm voice sounded on edge and worried. And he doesn't like it.

He forced himself back, blinking a few times before his vision returned to normal. Your face appeared in front of him, worry written all over those delicate features, an arm outstretched to shield him from the sun. He couldn't help but to stare, a hand extended to brush a streak of silver lock away from your face and behind one sharp ear.

"I'm alright." He muttered, shaking his head to dust out the sand in between his locks. You look stunned for a few seconds before he heard you giggle, saw your eyes looking at him in glee. "What?"

"You look like a dog shaking out the water." You pointed to your head, mimicking the way he shook his head.

"Shut up."

But he couldn't stop the smile that cracked his stoic expression. He reached over, suddenly grabbing your shoulders as a giant hand came to ruffle your hair, messing it up despite of your protest.

"Now you look like you have just been attacked by several chickens." He folded his arms around his chest, grinning proudly at his work.

"That was so uncalled for! I was worried about you!" You yelled with feigned anger, trying to grab his hair as he easily evaded your attempts, laughing to himself.

"You sure you are ok though?" You stopped, looking curiously up at him. He's so unpredictable, one second he looks like he's suffering from a head injury, and the next he's laughing at his own dumb prank. "I didn't hit you too hard on the head, did I?"

He stopped laughing, but the eyes that looked down at you were smiling in their own way, the melted amber had almost a gentle look in them.

"Worried, aren't we?"

He suddenly swooped you up into his arms, bridle style. Your breath was snatched away for half a second, seeing the smirk that widened on his face as your spear clattered to the ground.

"H-Hey!" You protested, squirming in his arms with no avail. You were too close. Way too close. Close to the point that you can see the beams of sweat still shining on his face, see the golden embroideries that hang around his shoulders jingle with each breath. You could smell the pleasant scent from his hair despite of a whole morning of sparring.

He looked down, tapping on finger onto your forehead as if you were a baby, "do I look like I need help?" He teased, tilting his head slightly to give you a mocking sympathetic look.

"I mean-" you paused, trying to regain your composure. You have never been held like this, at least, not any that you remember. It's strange, being so close to another in... this way. You weren't sure what it meant, or how you should feel about it. Sure, you've seen weddings where the groom would pick up the giggling bride like this, but it can't be the same- you only knew him for a few days.

"Like what you see?" Seeing your pause, the Gerudo King grinned in smugness. Of course, this should be enough to do the job... now all he needs to do is-

Your quiet laugh sounded, snapping him out of his thoughts. His vision refocused on your face, and instead of a deep blush he was expecting, all he saw was your beaming grin.

"Sure." You giggled, punching his shoulder lightly. "You know, you needn't try so hard to prove that you are ok."

He sometimes wondered how you managed to be so clever in everything else aside from all those obvious advances he made on you.

Which makes this particular conquest so much sweeter.

Oh, how pretty you'd look, pinned underneath him on a plush bed.

... ... ...

The walk back was relaxing, feeling your feet sinking into the warm sand as the fierce afterglows of a beautiful evening beamed up ahead. It's the most comfortable temperature of the day, not too warm, not too cold. You barely noticed the guards at the gates sharing a concerned look with each other as both of you passed by, too lost in the beautiful scenery.

He told you goodnight as he went into the palace, of course, not without an attempt to invite you in with him. You haven't been to the palace yet, you saw no need to go there. It's not like you want to be stared at by ten guards simultaneously, either.

You found a spot on top of the waterway, sitting there idly as you watched the townspeople went about their day. There were a few other races too, some Hylians, some Ritos, and a group of three Gorons playing a game with a few rocks.

"Lord Ganondorf seems to take quite a liking in you."

A voice suddenly rang on top of you, you turned back, seeing the same Gerudo guard who had given you that ring just a few days prior. You smiled, looking down. "Nah, please don't say it like that."

The woman chuckled, her voice a deep caress of warm summer breeze. You watched curiously as she sat down beside you.

"Did Lord Ganondorf act... anything out of the ordinary today?" She asked, giving you an almost cautious gaze.

The way he seemed to be out of breath for a few seconds, brows furrowed in pain as his hand rubbed his temples.

This is too much to be a coincidence. Though, you'd barely know Ganondorf to know if whatever transpired today was a coincidence. Seeing your untrusting gaze, she smiled, adding on quickly, "I was just asking. Since you both took longer than usual for your spar session."

You nodded. She watched you as you thought of the words. It can't hurt to tell his own personal guards right? Even though you know the man has a pride of a lion, you should put his health before this.

"Well, when we were sparring today, he almost collapsed from a headache." You said slowly, "it was after I knocked him to the ground."

Hopefully you won't be executed for harming their precious king. You waited nervously, did something happen to him? Was he not feeling ok?

The woman burst out laughing, giving you a slight jump, "you knocked him to the ground? Oh, that must've been hilarious!"

You laughed along with her awkwardly, "yeah."

"And he didn't kill you for it?"

"Well, I'm alive as of now, it seems."

The guard laughed, patting you on the back with a knowing look. "Seems he really had taken a liking in you, little vai."

You flushed, you head buzzing at the flattery.

"Thanks, I was just checking in. Glad to hear that you are doing alright." She stood up, getting ready to leave.

"Aren't you worried about his head?" You blurted out, "is he alright?"

Something unreadable flashed across her eyes, as if she was contemplating on her answer for a brief moment before she answered, "of course he will be alright, silly." She looked up at the sky, at the last burn of colors slowly fading away, then back at you again. "Quite worried about him, hm?" She winked at your flustered face, before walking off the side and disappearing around one corner.

Yeah... why are you even worried about him?

You shrugged to yourself, hopping down from the ledge to fix yourself some early dinner. You are going to have another spar session tomorrow anyways.

As you stepped into the lively bar of the town, greeted by enthusiastic Gerudo women who clasped their hands to your back, the darkness slowly begin to set in.

The moon was red tonight.

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ohohoho now we are going somewhere!

btw i posted this with the same title on ao3 too since i feel like im flooding everyone's inboxes every time i post😭

i will still post here tho ig so nw about that. Don't want to seem like someone promoting their stuff too hard when im just here for the funsies of it >:)

[captainkurosolaire]

Manhunt

Luminescence fireflies glided over a rushing ravine, reflecting a fellow enchanting crescent moon hidden by passing clouds. A small lily-pad with an exotic amphibian aboard; starved gave to gluttony instinct, stretching tongue scooping up what appeared to be prey, was volatile of death. Black foot-pads ran towards a testing encounter. Instinct driving movement, unknowing invisibly feelings beneath the realm of suppression. Craving hungrily to return light. The Shadow and Company on the outskirt's of a meadow and construction-site being built, found a horrendous scene at their destination. An-ending result happening before a battle. A battered spiritual woman fell with a thud, echoing throughout, frightening lurking bats on trees. Massive sword secreting, tinge-lime-green and red droplet's ran off the edges as it was placed over a broad-shoulder of the assailant. "Rozan the Star, you're to late. She'll be inevitably dead within minutes." Not even requiring a turn-around to identify his fellow Shadow and knew his title closely. His own was Hydo The Inevitable Death-Adder. For his unique-weapon, manufacturing design brought from one-slash and irreversible outcome a poison with no believed-cure. The masculine Seeker, didn't submit to grief. "You'll be dead in seconds." Cold-fact uttered, tempered response. Many would rush with emotions, quake, could assume his act was heartless. Reality, stone-hard discipline, was his shape, unequivocally lethal.

Callous handling his hilt, locked between a contest that couldn't let this enemy left unattended. "Killer Queen retrieve her to safety, kindly." When the Black Miracle's crossed intensity rattled throughout nightly-breeze setting in. The venomous shadow, had a broken nose, he realigned effortlessly then reapplied his mask, so his Hit-Target did contest. The Kunoichi ally deftly took the injured lass behind cover, Rokeia's complexion was becoming greenish pale starting from finger-tips, weakness instantly demonstrated. Slight-coveting slash on her belly, but held dire effect. Each swordsman took a pace, before drawing in equal-mind with a lunge, their flurry steel clashing in contested sparks. The Venomous Shadow struck with mass overall power, while other held better weight distribution, balanced skill. A changing-guard came with Hoku from his sleeve launched a kunai to disrupt the flow. Whizzing towards his advisory, but would be blocked by plated gauntlet's swatting the projectile away, the Miqo'te believed held the upper-hand, athletically let out a slide to attempt to skirt around his opponent, but was predicted. Meeting a viscous-kick by the larger Hyur that caused a stagger-break, vertically realigning his blade, he'd charge forth at the smaller-figure, attempting to skewer him in half, by a full-frontal assault, it had the Miqo'te pinned against a wall. Reaction came barely only from instinct, horizontally aligning his sword to block. Feet-clinging behind using the wall, to attempt to counter-measure the strength being pushed, so terribly close to reaching his abdomen by an ilm for skewering. Quickly with rapidness the Miqo'te unleashed a defiant growl, slash his palm with own blade, and dousing it across his opponent's blade, then began controlling his breathing, allowing imbued air to circulate around his Uchigatana, accelerating the rate of corrosion, attempting to weaken the great-blade ensuing. Seemed at no avail, until both Death-Dealers heard sound of something chipped. The Venomous Shadow, leapt back with a retreat, knowing if continued, he'd lose the struggle. The blindfolded-cloth protecting eyelids was left rustling-away in a breeze. Ferocious glowing-golden orbs, awakened. His Title translated to the meaning, <Burning The Star>, it felt that's what his eyes could achieve. Battle would meet its climax. Grabbing his decorative scabbard from his sash and holding it out, concealing his steel slightly taking a battle-stance. Sweeping his leg's back, before letting out a shocking high-speed slash that saw his scabbard being used like a ranged-bullet. He built-air into a pocket, creating an ingenious attack. The Venomous Shadow slammed his blade firmly into the grounds and hid behind it like a shield. Otherwise it'd have punctured gravely, Hoku was descending upon him, predictably... The Hyur thought he read his opponent again; like-before. However, the Seeker made an unexpected duck, as-if those dangerous Truesight eyes predicted with foresight...

Hydo's tendon was slashed following, sending him into a penance. Dropped of knee; control... Before the final blow came. Hoku's blade dug into the near shoulder-expertly of the Venomous Shadow, down to his sternum, when his blade withdrew; brutally, it'd severe many major arteries, causing a volcanic-eruption of torrent sanguine to fountain out in rivulets. "Last words?" The Seeker almost showed signs of honor. Poisonous lastly spewed, "H-Hhe-heh.... I-I... d-d-die, knowing all inevitable outcomes." The Venomous Black Miracle, ferocious vomit bellowed from congested lungs, that saw his face-mask, removed. Unsheathing with emotion; a weapon satisfied, Battle loss, ...War won.

[Prev:Chapter]: Blooming Effect ~ ♪"My Enemy"♪

[writingdungeon-inactive]

Get Slimed

I was in the mines and the Slimed debuff gave me…. Ideas

A story with my Farmer: Dante and Abigail

Warnings: Fighting, might continue later, very light stripping

Having Abigail join Dante in the mines always made the task more enjoyable, she was excited to learn everything about being an adventurer. Dante kept their spelunking to the upper levels, helping her take the mines slow, remembering how she had reacted to the bats flying up at her. It gave the advantage of keeping the enemies more manageable, wanting to avoid overwhelming Abigail. 

“Remember it's usually easier to clear a level before mining things. You don't want to be snuck up on while picking up ore.” Dante said watching Abigail’s back as she looked around the cave level. “You sound like you know that from experience.” Dante chuckled at Abigail’s quick jab, he had been caught off guard when he had first started exploring the mines. He remembered when he had woken up at Harvey's bandaged up.

“Just a few times, but that's why I now clear the floor before anything can get the drop on me,” Dante said stretching lazily hiding a smirk when he saw Abigail taking a peek at the sliver of skin that appeared. He had caught onto the crush she had on him days ago. Sebastian and Sam had come to his house and told him all about it and how they would be watching him like hawks. Dante found it sweet that the boys cared for her and wanted her happy, ensuring he wouldn't break her heart. Not that he would. Dante also liked Abigail, her fiery spirit, the first time she took an amethyst from him and ate it like it was an apple, her tenacity. Abigail was a spitfire and he liked that about her.

“Dante! I found the ladder!” Hearing Abigail call to him brought him back to reality. “Let's get going then, gotta be out before ten,” Dante said as he made his way down the ladder after Abigail. Looking around Dante sucked his teeth in annoyance “Tch shit it's infested… Stay close ok.” He instructed Abigail stepping forward and drawing his sword 

The damp, cool air of the Mines thickened around them, a sickly green hue permeating the cavern and casting eerie shadows. The stone walls seemed to pulse with the unnatural light, heightening the tension. The entire room seemed alive with the presence of Green Slimes. Their thick jelly bodies pulsed with malice, blending almost seamlessly with the emerald ambiance. Dante's senses sharpened, every slight movement catching his attention, while Abigail stood ready to support him.

Without warning, a slime launched itself from a dark corner, its body stretching as it soared through the air. Dante sidestepped with practiced ease, his sword flashing in a swift downward arc. The slime split with a wet, splattering sound, dissolving into a harmless puddle of goo, Abigail watched with wide eyes. Two more slimes bounded toward Dante, their movements were erratic and unpredictable. He swung his sword in a wide sweep, but the slimes were agile, dodging his strike and flanking him. One latched onto his leg, its acidic slime burning through his pants. Dante shook it off with a grunt of pain and stomped it into the ground, the satisfying squish echoing through the cavern.

The second slime took advantage of his distraction, launching itself at his chest. Abigail's eyes widened in alarm as Dante fell back, narrowly avoiding the attack, and thrust his sword upward. The blade pierced the slime’s core, and it disintegrated with a hiss, its remnants sizzling on the cold stone floor. Breathing heavily, Dante scanned the dimly lit cavern, listening to the distant, echoing sounds of more slimes emerging from the shadows, Dante stood slowly preparing for the next onslaught.

Dante advanced cautiously, sword at the ready, while Abigail stayed slightly behind, her eyes darting around for any threats he might miss. The slimes kept coming, their numbers seemingly endless. Dante moved with precision and grace, each swing of his sword a calculated strike. He dispatched slime after slime, his movements a deadly dance of survival. Green goo splattered across his clothes and face, but he remained focused, his resolve unwavering. Abigail watched in awe as Dante fought, her own weapon ready to strike if needed. As the last of the Green Slimes dissolved into a puddle at his feet, Dante wiped the sweat from his brow and took a deep breath. The cavern fell silent once more, save for the occasional drip of water from the ceiling and the faint, unsettling glow of the green hue that bathed the room.

Dante sheathed his sword and turned to Abigail, who gave him an encouraging nod. Surveying the area together, noticing that the threat had ended a sigh of relief was shared between the two. “And that's how you handle an infected level…” Dante said gripping the bottom of his shirt pulling it up and off, shaking it like a rug trying to get the thick slime off of it. “A new thing to keep in mind, a change of clothes.” Dante groaned as he looked over at Abigail, noticing she was covering her face peeking threw a slit in her fingers Dante burst out, doubling over in laughter. 

“Don't look at me like that!” Dante laughed holding his side causing Abigaiil to be more flustered hiding her face fully. “It's too cute, Abby, I can't!” Slowly catching his breath his laughter turned into chuckles, seeing Abigail was fully flustered Dante slowly walked over. “I’m not gonna bite you ya know.” Dante teased leaning down slightly to be closer to her, seeing her eyes peek back out he chuckled looking into her blue eyes. “Ya know, I do have to confess… Sebastian and Sam did let it slip that you like me…” He said teasing her. 

Abigail gasped her eyes flashing red for a second. “They did not! I'm gonna kill them! I am gonna actually kill them!” She yelled out balling her fists, showing Dante just how red her face was. Dante laughed and held her shoulders. “Hold on Spitfire.” Dante gently pulled Abigail close to him. “I like you too ok?” Dante said softly looking at Abigail gently. “You are unapologetically you, you are so fun to be with, you honestly light up my life,” Dante said pushing back some of her amethyst-colored hair, smiling at her shocked face. “W-What?” She said shyly her eyes wide.

“Yeah, I like you Abby, I honestly can't get enough of you,” Dante said cupping the side of Abigail's face slightly, giving her a hint as to what he was asking permission to do, seeing Abigail's breath catch Dante waited ready to let her go. “Is this ok Abigail?” Dante asked his voice hushed and gentle. “Y-Yeah…” Abigail said against Dante’s lips as she pushed herself up with her toes. The kiss was soft and gentle but it held so much for the pair, a new bond forming between the pair. Pulling back Dante chuckled softly his cheeks matching Abigail's now. “I think we are done with the mines for the day.” He said joking taking one last look at the damp green walls. “Wanna go home with me and help get this slime off?” He smirked down at Abigail laughing at the squeak that came out of her.

[rrxaiky]

𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 - 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎

GENSHIN: Xiao x GN! reader

WARNINGS/ TAGS: Not rec to read if sensitive to anything listed. Angst to fluff, mentions of blood, self harm, torture(?), depictions of violence, blades, near death experiences, panic, reader gets traumatized, not beta. [1.4K wc]

── IT'S MY TURN TO PROTECT YOU NOW.

A/N: Typed out at 1AM, hooray another fic that makes 0 sense sobs.

You can’t remember what happened before you ended up in a place filled with cliffs and mountains. Now, you roam Liyue without much purpose. With wings of an angel growing from your back, you were to continue your duties as a guardian.

Months after you began to wander around, you found yourself standing behind a young looking male with dark locks and piercing golden eyes. Maybe you had been staring at him for too long, because just moments after you began to stare, he spoke up. 

“Can I help you?”

His voice startled you, and you were now standing with his eyes staring deep into yours. You thought to yourself, this human was… Weird? In a way. He only introduced himself as ‘Xiao’, and that was all it took for you to swear on your title as a guardian to protect him, not knowing that he didn’t need it. 

As the months passed, you began to find Xiao growing more and more peculiar. He kept insisting that you didn’t need to fight for him, or to just leave him. You never understood why. Maybe he didn’t want your protection? But that look in his irises when he said that to you… Told you that he didn’t truly want you to leave him. 

You realised that you fell in love with him after some time, and Xiao had already gotten used to you… ‘Annoying’ him. And maybe you’d forgotten too… But guardians aren’t allowed to catch feelings for the one they were protecting, because you’d have to leave them eventually, and for that, you had unknowingly angered the heavens.

One night, while you were walking around the forests, a voice called out to you, pestering you to follow it. Your legs brought you towards the source without your control, and you disappeared that night. 

Meanwhile, while Xiao was fending off entities in Liyue, he couldn’t help but think about you. You usually came to him every day, and yet, you’d been missing for days on end. He pushed it to the back of his head afterwards, convincing himself that you were okay, because you were strong. He knew you were. 

Well, at least, in his eyes, you were. Right now, you viewed yourself as the weakest person to ever set foot on the planet. You could feel your vision shaking as you were forcefully knelt on the floor, one of your hands tightly gripping on the grass and the other over your mouth. You could clearly see the drops of tears that fell, and that bright, glowing light shining from the skies, the fake hope that so many people wanted. 

Everything around you was silent, and you could hear nothing but your own muffled screams and whimpers as the skies watched you. The pain from their force seemed unbearable as you felt the harsh pulling on your back, your wings slowly being ripped out, a few of the feathers falling beneath you. 

A few screams were ripped from your throat as another harsh tug came, stripping your wings of their feathers. As you got released and fell onto the cold ground, you heard a thundering voice from above you.

“Your duties as a guardian are… No longer needed.”

The light slowly faded after, leaving you to slowly rot away, you assumed. Knowing them… You weren’t going to die so easily. You’d be left like this for a few days, unable to close your eyes to rest before your physical body gave out. 

You managed to crawl towards a nearby tree, leaning against it for support. You reached for your back after using the little bit of the strength you had, and everything finally sunk into reality. The stings of pain when you brushed your skin against it, and the words of the gods… 

You were of no use now.

You wanted to scream out so badly, cry and thrash like a toddler throwing a tantrum, but you knew no one would hear you. Not now, at least. There wasn’t anyone around. You didn’t manage to track how many hours had passed, until you saw small specks of light from the sunlight start shining into your blurry eyes. 

You tried your best to look into the distance, and you saw a figure walking– No, running towards you. It was only until it had gotten close enough that you realised it was Xiao. You tried your best to comprehend what he was saying, and yet all you could focus on at the moment was the blood that stained his clothes. Was it his..?

Were you punished because you failed to protect him? 

It hurt. Your lips parted, and you reached your hand out to place it on his shoulder. You fumbled over your words as you tried to speak. Your coarse and dry voice cut him off, and your eyes slightly widened to stare at his face, it slowly being consumed by dread. 

“Xiao… Tell me, did I… Not protect you?” “Is that why you have blood on your clothes?” “I’m sorry… I’m sorry.” 

Xiao wondered, what were you apologising for? You didn’t do anything wrong. If anything, he should’ve been the one to apologise for not finding you sooner. “I failed you.” You felt warmth engulf your body, the hands on your back careful as to not touch areas that were wounded and bleeding. “No, you don’t have to be sorry for anything.”

When you woke up again, you found yourself on a soft bed, your back still aching, but the wounds bandaged. Was this… Wangshu inn? Did he have to carry you back? When you thought about it even more, you realised that you were going to have to talk to him soon. 

You didn’t want to face him. You were scared to. Yes, you’d have to eventually, but maybe by then, you would’ve gathered enough courage to do so. 

You layed back down on your side, your hand softly clutching onto the pillows on the bed. Exactly what were you scared of? Xiao was your friend, afterall. His disappointment? Would he see you differently? 

You got back up after a while and looked into the mirror. It must’ve been some time ago that you had finally passed out, because your wings had started growing again. 

When you were younger, you loved the way it looked. But now, they looked disgusting. They were ugly and uneven around the edges. 

And if they were to grow into the wings of a guardian’s again… Would you be punished once more, to have them be ripped, again and again? You didn’t want that pain again. At least… Not from them, because you never knew when they would pull on the feathers so hard that you felt like your skin would get torn along with it. 

You spotted a dagger not far from where you stood, and you grabbed onto it and held it behind your back where your wings had stemmed from. Then, you gripped onto the sharp object tighter before cutting through the wings that had grown, and the familiar crimson started leaking out again. You felt tears stain your eyes after you were done, and all that had been left of your wings were of a new angel.

Was this what regret felt like? The dagger fell onto the floor with a thump, and so did you, onto your knees. You hadn’t noticed the sounds of incoming footsteps from outside, and a part of you wished that Xiao never opened the door to find you in this state. 

You expected him to be disgusted with you. You expected him to leave you… So why were you crying in his arms now? This time, you found yourself unable to speak. You could clearly hear his voice whispering into your ear. 

This time, it was him apologising to you. How he should’ve never left your side, how he should’ve been here sooner… 

“I’ll get your wounds treated. In the future… Call my name when you need me. I’ll be there,” Xiao said to you, gently pulling away, using his thumb to brush your tears away. “This time, I’ll definitely be there to protect you. You’ve done a great job, [Name]. It’s my turn now.”

-

Once upon a time in Liyue, lived a yaksha and a guardian angel. The angel often hung around the adeptus, but one day, they went missing. The two were separated from each other for days, according to the sayings, although they were soon reunited after they found each other again.

…

It is rumored now that if you stand in the distance and look to the peak of the tallest cliff of Guyun stone forest, you’ll see two figures standing by each other. One who wielded a spear with a half relaxed stance, while the other with wings that seemed brighter than the light of the soft sunlight in the morning.

Rbs and follows appreciated!

[gloomiebearwritings]

Blowing off a little steam

CW: Unprotected, unspecified P in XYZ / No specified genitals for reader / GN reader 

EEEEEEE this took me too long to get back to, but @chadillacboseman​ encouraged me to come back to it and finish it!! (*/ω＼*)

The blade glistened in from the overhead light that barely lit the room; blood dripped off the cold blade, splattering on the fatigues of the squirming person beneath you. Graves sat behind the one-way mirror, eyeing you closely as you loomed over the individual; it’d become more than just interrogation, turning into more of a round of torture. It was so, so beautiful the way you broke the poor man into pieces just for him- Graves shifting in his seat as he watched. 

“C’mon baby…” he muttered to himself, “Do just a little more for me…”

His lip got trapped between his teeth when he saw you wipe the blood off the knife on your pants- they were already dirty so there was no reason to spare them. He felt restricted by his pants, your actions driving him up the wall oh so beautifully, a strained grunt slipping past his lips as he fumbled with the button and zipper of his pants. Oh how delightful it was to him to watch you do horrible things for him, it was his heaven. 

Blood on your clothes and face was the icing on the cake that you were in his eyes, something he discovered during a previous incident where you’d gotten some on you after you’d defended yourself. It was then that he had to hide himself away in the small bathroom, staring at his own reflection in the mirror before ‘blowing off steam’ with a quick jacking off. 

He was brought back to reality when you told him the man had no reliable information for him; he let out a long, annoyed sigh, “Come back to me baby.” he said bluntly. When you got to him he didn’t even bother stuffing himself back in his pants, just sitting at the table with himself exposed.

“You really know how to put on a show for me, baby…” he told you, watching the man beyond the glass writhe in pain, “So damn beautiful…”

When you quipped back that he’s such a little freak sometimes he just grinned wide, “Babe you know that’s more of a compliment than an insult between us…” he said as he lazily dragged the tips of his fingers along his shaft, “Maybe you’d like a little show in return?”

Your eyeroll of a response was interrupted by a raunchy comment about how nice it’d be to reward you for being just so good for him, “Or did you want this cock bad enough to ride it right here?” he questioned, looking up at you with heavy lidded eyes. 

He knew you loved seeing him melt into something so moldable, like warm taffy in your hands; and just for you he was the sweetest thing- even if he sometimes pushed your buttons. 

Touching his shoulders made him relax ever so slightly, “Use your words.” he said sternly, waiting for your answer with a light tapping of his foot on the floor; “You wanna ride it-” he muttered, leaning forward into you to press a firm kiss to your stomach, “Or would you prefer I bent you over the table?” He looked up at you with those big blue eyes of his, searching your face for the answer he wanted so badly; either one he was down bad for. When you tell him he can pull his own weight and work for the pleasure he wants, the smile grew on his face again, “That so baby?” he questioned playfully. 

He didn’t give you much time to respond until he had you spun around, fumbling with the button of your pants before shoving them and your underwear down to your knees. Leaned in close to your ear as his shaft twitched against your now bare bottom whispering, “Damn the things you do to me.” before pushing you down flat against the tabletop. The cold of the table became little more than an annoyance when you heard the light thump of a bottle hitting the table just a little bit in front of you. Graves chuckled to himself, commenting on how he made a habit of keeping that on him as he pumped a fair amount into his hand. Next was the sensation of pressure at your entrance as he gently pressed the tip of his cock to it. You shut your eyes as he slowly pushed into you, hearing him hiss softly as he admired the way your body took him. “Now look at that.” he muttered to himself, pressing a firm hand to the middle of your back to keep you still as he slowly pulled back before pushing himself forward and deeper. His pace stayed slow for only a minute before his craving kicked back in; pulling back further, pushing forward hard enough to make a light slap sound as what bare skin he had met yours. Leaning down, moving his hand from your back to your hips and whispering “Listen to that, baby.” his hot breath on your ear as skin collided with skin again, this time enough to force you forward a bit. Your grunt was music to his ears, “C’mon baby, make more noise for me. I know you’re likin’ it.” he said in a sly, almost mocking tone, “Don’t you dare act like your hole ain’t swallowing me whole.”

With each grunt you made his pace sped up until you were outright moaning, his own sentences growing shorter as the pleasure made his head swim. “Fuck, baby! No fair… the shit you do to me.” he hissed, digging his fingertips into your hips. He admired the work you did just beyond the glass, the smell of copper mixing with the pleasure. “Make yourself cum.” he demanded, “You said I gotta pull my weight? So do you. Make me feel you cum.”

His pace didn’t take long to become sloppy, hips snapping forward and legs starting to shake; his eyes shut as he felt your core tighten around him as your climax got closer, “C’mon baby, c’mon baby, c’mon baby…” he muttered, squeezing your hips tighter. The moment your climax hit he leaned his head back, feeling his own right on the edge as your tensing made him openly groan. His own made him brace himself with his free hand on the table, his breath shaking as his heart pounded until he leaned down to kiss your shoulder, “Wasn’t so hard now was it?” he said softly through his shaking breath.

[strings0fcontrol]

Hannigram – Post-Fall (2)

…nothing.

Less than the void itself.

He found himself ensnared within an eerie negative static, a presence both self-aware and indescribable, as if he existed within and beyond, nowhere and everywhere simultaneously.

This couldn't be heaven. He couldn't possibly have ended up there, could he? The macabre thought nearly provoked a rueful chortle.

Will was acutely aware of the searing pain, the sticky feel of blood, and the wounds that marred his cheek and chest where the knife had found its mark. Yet, he couldn't see his own hands, couldn't feel the contours of his body. As he attempted to reach out to trace the outlines of his chest, to validate his existence, it was as though his hands passed through frigid, empty air.

Panic, its malevolent tendrils slowly creeping and unfurling, seized him. It was a sensation so overwhelming that it devoured his sanity in a mere bite.

His eyelids grew heavy, succumbing to the weight of weariness, and they gently closed, submerging him beneath an undulating tide of further nothingness. Meanwhile, his body convulsed and twitched, battling against a force he couldn't even perceive.

Into the darkness.

A place where warmth and safety enveloped him.

His eyes gradually fluttered open.

Dark blue.

Ceiling?

His eyes first squinted, then snapped open wide.

HOSPITAL.

He surged upright, immediately greeted by the searing agony of wounded flesh tearing at him, and the startled gaze of several pairs of eyes converging upon him.

Jack!

It was the first one he recognized, and yet that very moment felt astonishingly surreal.

"You did it. He's gone," Crawford's words carried a solemn weight, akin to a sudden splash of ice-cold water after a hangover. They jolted Will back into a state of shock, his breath becoming labored as his body recoiled, snapping onto the mattress as it resisted the acceptance of this new reality. But why?

Why, when it was everything he had desired? Why couldn't he embrace it?

Molly and Walter were safe now! Hannibal could never again harm them. He could have his life back, be reunited with his family, and escape the clutches of darkness.

Then why did he despise it so vehemently?

Why did it all feel so profoundly wrong? Why did it ignite an urge to tear it all asunder with his teeth, and why did it kindle a desire to unleash a scream toward the heavens?

And why did it seem as though a thousand blades were draining him of every drop of life?

He could only watch in helpless despair as the world crumbled and folded in on itself, akin to the ancient city of Babylon devoured by the maw of earth and fire.

His entire being rejected it. Tears welled up, his throat constricted, and the overwhelming sensation threatened to choke him back into the darkness.

And as the darkness descended, it enveloped him with a warmth that felt as welcoming as Hannibal's embrace. Whenever his lights were extinguished, he returned to this realm of nothingness, but it was a place he had come to appreciate—a sanctuary that cradled him, offering that gentle respite.

Once more, that static sound buzzed in his ears, accompanied by the distant murmur of the ocean … and the hum of a motorboat. Yet, just as he was on the brink of reaching out for it, it vanished, and he found himself in a different place entirely.

Hannibal stirred from his slumber, his body as heavy and unyielding as a waterlogged clog. He lay sprawled upon his couch, or at least, he surmised as much. A drab gray blanket covered him, its muted presence registering in his drowsy consciousness. His eyes traced the room, eventually settling on Will, who lay at rest on the floor. Though Graham's eyes remained sealed shut, he had been tidied up, and Lecter could discern the meticulous stitches adorning his cheek.

Why was he on the floor? If Lecter had brought them in, he would have surely placed Graham on the couch.

With a gaze as dark as obsidian, Hannibal shifted his attention to the brown blanket that cocooned Will, his keen scrutiny searching for any subtle rise or fall of the chest—a silent assurance that Will still clung to life.

He cautiously inched a leg forward, testing whether his body possessed the strength to support him. Gently, he lowered himself beside Will, his arms reaching out to draw the limp form tightly against his own, as if to cradle him in the safety of his embrace.

Hannibal's body remained unable to vocalize words; he was still too weak. Yet, the only sanctuary he sought was here, by Will's side, where his palm lay atop a beating heart, providing a steadfast anchor to their fragile existence.

It almost appeared too perfect to be real.

[phantom-z0ne]

Phosphophyllite and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week Chapter 3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

WC: 3780

CW: Minor Violence (Villain Attack)

Day 3

The strangest thing about the creatures of this world, Phos mused, was how they felt. They had soft skin that would give easily to the slightest pressure. Different from Phos, who would crack at the smallest touch of another gem.

Looking at them too closely made them seem unnatural. Their faces uneven and soft, unlike the gems who had smooth skin and sharp edges. The skin full of texture, like nothing they ever felt before. Feeling it was strange, uncanny even. Underneath the spongy outer layer, it pulsed, something that never occurred in gems.

Phos blinked, the being they had run into let out a stream of words. Although Phos couldn't understand what was exactly said, they understood that it was apologizing. The sight of bright red hair reminded them of Cinnabar before they snapped back to reality, pulling their hand out of the stranger's grasp. Phos uttered a small apology, seeing the stranger's concerned look slide off their face and light up in realization as they walked away. It was odd, to run into another being and not break. Phos rubbed their arm where they were bumped into.

Phos walked around the city, observing the landscape and making a mental map of where they were going. Phos nearly bumped into someone when they suddenly stopped, seeing an illustration of the being who brought them here. Stalking up to the stand and grabbing the paper, they flipped through the pages. It seemed to be reporting on the portals that appeared two days ago and what came out of them. The illustration of the black clad being was front and center.

Glancing around, Phos stuffed the paper in their pocket, making sure no one saw before they casually strolled away. Turning the corner into an alley, they pulled the paper out of their pocket. Shaping their alloy into a blade, they carefully cut out the illustration of the black clad being before discarding the rest of the paper. Folding it, they placed the illustration back into their pocket.

Phos walked back into the main street, taking in the sights of the strange new world before they saw a strange sight. Two large statues of a being in the process of running. They were centered before a building, a lightning bolt symbol being proudly presented at the top of the building. Curious, Phos wandered in, taking in the view. There were life size statues dressed in strange costumes. Walking into the next room, Phos eyed the weapons being displayed. It seemed a bit risky, having it be publicly displayed. Anyone could find a way to steal it and use it for themself.

Passing into another room, Phos stared at the gems, homesickness hitting them full force. Their hand tightening on the strap of their bag. Tearing their eyes away from it, they settled on watching the others in the room. Retreating from the room, Phos collected themself and went back to the entrance. They had already spent enough time there. If they wanted to explore the rest of the city, they had better get a move on.

Exiting the building, Phos felt a sudden temperature change, their arms stiffening from the cold. Looking around, they saw others beginning to realize something was amiss. A scream tore through the crowd, snapped them out of their thoughts. Looking over, a being dressed in a fuzzy blue and white jacket slowly walked towards the building, a weapon in hand. Instantly, the crowd split away from him as he lifted his gun, shots of ice coming from the weapon. 

Phos’s eyes widened, the surge of the crowd unwillingly guiding them elsewhere. They panicked. Being pushed around wasn't good, they could shatter if enough force was applied! A particularly harsh shove confirmed their guess. Phos could feel a thin crack widening the longer they stayed in the crowd. Clutching their waist, Phos focused on looking for a remote area, somewhere away from the crowd. There! 

Before Phos could run to the isolated area, they heard a cry. Whipping around and making sure to dodge beings rushing in their direction, they saw an abandoned being sobbing, the tiny creature crying out for someone. Seeing such a vulnerable sight, Phos couldn't help themself, running over and scooping the being in their arms. The tiny thing held on tight to their sweater, continuing to cry as Phos spun around, their skirt flaring as they ran.  

Dashing over to the remote area they spotted earlier, Phos felt a sudden tug on their waist, the world blurring around them. The pressure building before they came to a sudden stop. A sharp cracking sound pierced through the air. Clutching the being to their chest with one hand and the other holding their waist, Phos looked at the being who grabbed them with wide eyes. It was dressed in a skintight red suit adorned with a jagged yellow symbol, oddly similar but different to the being they met the other day. The being made a face at the sound, opening its mouth to say something but was cut off with a distant yell. Its face hardened before it sped off, leaving the scent of ozone behind, moving too fast for Phos to see. 

Phos blinked, never before seeing such speed. Even Yellow Diamond wasn’t that fast. Looking down to the little being in their arm, Phos suddenly didn't know what to do with it. It calmed down significantly and was looking around innocently, craning its neck this way and that. It was oddly cute in a special sort of way now that Phos was looking at it closely. Still strange looking, though. 

Phos surveyed their injury before wrapping their gold alloy securely around their waist. Picking up the larger pieces that fell off, they frowned. They didn't want any more pieces to dislodge themselves. They already got hurt twice in three days, which was a new personal record. Who knew how long they would stay in this strange world. They needed their body intact to get back. They shoved the pieces in their pocket, making a note to attach them to themself once they were alone.

Hiking the little being higher on their hips, they moved forward, striding back to where they found the little being. They couldn't bring themself to just abandon it. Arriving, they noticed how cold it was, sharp pieces of ice jutting out from numerous places. The locals were lingering around the place, lightning flashing by every once in a while. One particular being loudly yelling out for something. When they caught sight of Phos, they rushed over, babbling tearful words of thanks when Phos held out the small being towards it. 

Content that they found the being’s caretaker, Phos walked away, sending one last glance at it. The beings of this world were very bizarre. Phos longed to go home. They would make sure that whoever sent them would regret it.

Speaking of—

Checking their pockets, they found it empty of the illustration. Groaning internally, Phos set off to find another copy, walking the streets once more.

After some time, they found a building with some illustrations of the portals. Going inside, there were stacks of them, some with illustrations of one of the local being—again in red. What is with this world and red?— fighting what came out of the portals. That reminded them. If they approached the being, would they also be treated with violence? They also came out of a similar portal after all. Phos tugged on the strap of their bag, thinking it over. No matter, Phos thought determinedly, they would find a way back with or without this world's being’s help.

Glancing around, Phos slowly approached their target, Though pausing when they caught sight of what appeared to be a map. Turning to walk towards the map, they eyed it. Compared to the map back home, this one was enormous. Large landmasses took up the space, and even larger oceans between them. Holding it up, Phos truly felt how out of place they were. In such a humongous world, how would they find the being that would take them home? Shoving that though out of their mind, they placed the map back down, grabbing a smaller map next to it. It showed one of the landmasses with a big red star over a certain point. Glancing at the other maps nearby, they showed the same image. Perhaps the red star indicated where they currently were? A small arrow underneath presumably confirmed it. Although they couldn't read the language, the small curly script was most likely the name of the area they were in. 

Keeping it in hand, they returned their focus to their original target, grabbing the paper and flipping through the pages. Phos drew nearer to the entrance with every step. A sudden harsh shout alarmed them. Turning around, they confirmed that their theft was discovered before booking it out of the establishment. The heavy footsteps alerted them that they were being chased. Turning the corner, Phos glanced back, seeing how many were pursuing them. They counted three. 

They were annoyingly persistent, Phos thought irritatedly after they had been running for a while. They stuffed the newspaper and the map in their pocket, weaving through the streets and back alleys quickly before hitting a dead end. Turning back, they slid to a halt once they saw their pursuers turn into the alley. 

Harsh words were thrown at them, two of the pursuers puffing up, marching forward towards them. Another spoke, jutting its chin towards Phos’s bag. It seemed like they had no other choice, Phos thought as they tugged off their gloves. One of the being’s steps faltered. Raising their arms, Phos aimed for the two aggressive beings, engulfing most of their body and squeezed, repeating what they did two days ago. Muffled shouts of alarm rang out in the otherwise quiet alley, the one still standing frozen in shock. The beings fell limp a couple moments later. Phos let their arms reform, the two beings hitting the floor with a loud thud. Looking at the one still conscious, Phos smiled as they put a finger to their lips, taunting it. That seemed to snap it out of its stupor as it turned tail and ran. 

Sighing, Phos stored their gloves in their back pocket, making sure to also put the illustration there too as they discarded the extra pages. Reaching up, the gold alloy attached itself to the roof of the neighboring building, pulling Phos along. They landed and immediately aimed for the next roof, aimlessly passing time as they leapt from building to building. That encounter soured their mood, they felt unwilling to mingle among the locals for the time being. They knew theft would upset anyone, there would be arguments, but getting physically violent over it? Phos shook their head, they had never seen that for as long as they existed. 

Stopping to rest, Phos gazed at the city, watching as the locals went about their day. Randomly, there would be flashes of lightning in certain streets before it faded away. Phos guessed it was that one fast being. That reminded them. What gave the beings of this world abilities? The one from two days ago could fly! And todays could run faster than the eye could see! What made them so different? Although they were curious, Phos didn’t want to be around long enough for their questions to be answered. 

Deciding that was enough lazing around, Phos lowered themself out of sight before rejoining the crowd. While they were watching the city, they saw certain metal beasts that would allow transportation. Locating one wasn't hard, neither was sneaking in. Sitting down at the back near one of the doors, Phos let out a sigh. It's been a long day for them, and they were ready to just go to sleep.

An hour passed, then another with Phos nodding off. Phos felt it when the metal beast rolled to a stop, getting up from their seat in a hurry and grabbing their bag. 

Perhaps Phos should have paid attention to where the metal beast was going. They spun around, seeing that they were on a desolate road, the land all around them barren of civilization. Sighing, they shouldered their bag, deciding to follow the road. Hopefully they would come across a safe place to spend the night before the moon rose. They began their trek, their hope to sleep in a building lowering the longer they walked.

With the moon beginning to show itself, Phos thought they saw a building in the distance. Speeding up, they stopped near the building, seeing another building on the same plot of land. It was covered by the first building from a distance, so Phos hadn't seen it initially. Snooping around, there were no lights or movement coming from it. Even if there were beings inside, Phos would be gone by the time it would wake up. 

Closing the door, they plopped themself on a thick stack of straw, rolling to their side. Phos fell asleep quickly, the day wearing them down greatly. They dreamt of rolling hills and gems flitting in and out of the School. 

Flash loved his city, he thought as he sped across the city. With the adoring citizens, and the beautiful cityscape, he didn't know why everyone didn't want to live here. Though that could be attributed to the annoyingly stubborn villains. They never seemed to learn, coming back time and time again after they lost. 

That's why it didn't surprise him when Captain Cold decided he wanted to attack the Flash Museum, again. For the nth time. He honestly lost count at this point.

Rushing over, he took a millisecond to take in the scene, Captain Cold shooting his Cold Gun, bystanders running around in a panic, and people who still hadn't noticed milling around at the entrance of the museum. Zooming into the museum, he cataloged the amount of people there, getting them to safety before they could even blink. He repeated this process outside, grabbing the waist of a mother holding her son and taking them to a far enough distance from danger. A loud cracking sound emanated from the pair. He eyed them, worried that they broke a limb during the run over. Checked them over, however, found nothing wrong. Just a mother and her child in good health staring blankly at him.

He was about to ask but was interrupted by a shrill scream. Groaning internally, he sped off towards the sound, taking his mind off of the weird noise he heard. There, he found a civilian in the grasp of Captain Cold. Scowling, he raced over, extracting them from the villain's hold and setting them down away from the battle, then coming back to Captain Cold.

He brought any remaining civilians to safety, quickly taking care of Captain Cold with a swift chop to the neck. Confiscating the Cold Gun, he handed over the villain to the just arriving cops. 

Taking off, he resumed his patrol, checking every nook and cranny of the city. It was a quiet day overall, with nothing much happening. Slowing down, he grabbed some food, pausing to eat his hot dog before he took off again.

Circling the city, he noticed a man rushing down the sidewalk hurriedly. Running next to him, he addressed him, asking what the rush was for teasingly. The man paused, looking at him in shock before grabbing his hand and stuttering out the words. Comforting the man, Flash asked him to repeat himself. What he heard was surprising. He knew that Captain Marvel’s meta probably skipped town, but he hadn't expected her to be in his city. 

He ran over to the location the man had stated. Surveying the extent of the injuries, he gathered up the two unconscious men and deposited them to the hospital. Racing back to the scene, he looked for any clues to the meta’s identity. Finding nothing, he raced back to Carter, the man who ran away from the meta, intent on hearing a detailed description of what happened. 

After getting the description, he sped around the city, looking for anyone matching that description. Hours passed before he had to stop, his presence at the watchtower being required. It was Captain Marvel and his turn this week for monitor duty at the watchtower. 

He did one last loop around the city, a light hitting his eye at an odd angle as he sped by. Backtracking, he found the source, a mint-green shard the size of a nail with small golden flakes adorning it. Picking it up, he recognized it as a piece of the meta, Captain Marvel showing him a photo of the meta the day before. 

Looking around, he noticed that this was near the area that was attacked by Captain Cold. Did this mean that the meta was here during the attack? It was shown that blunt force could chip away at the meta, so it was possible she got hurt during the attack. If she was here, then how did he not see her? They went around this city multiple times already and the meta was pretty distinct. 

Unless she were wearing a disguise. Thinking back, he thought of anything out of place that had happened during the attack. His eyes widened, remembering the suspicious cracking sound.

The mother—no. The meta. That sound must have come from the meta. Perhaps when he pulled her away from danger, he harmed her? After all, her body was presumably made from gems, which isn't as flexible as regular human bodies. The amount of force could have made her body crack, he thought guilty. The meta…

The meta with a child. There's no way that was the meta’s child. Why didn't he think of it earlier? They don't even look the same, for goodness sake! Did that mean she kidnapped the baby? No, he remembered now. He saw that same baby with another woman after the attack. She clearly gave the child back. That's one less thing to worry about, he thought relieved.

Holding the shard securely, Flash dashed towards the nearest Zeta Tube. Typing in his destination, he arrived at the watchtower. As he strode into the monitor room, he saw Wonder Woman already there. Waving at her, he zoomed towards one of their examination rooms. Opening the latch of the processor, he placed a few of the shards in it, keeping  a piece on hand. 

Starting the machine, he went back to the monitor room, grabbing his snacks first, and sat down, chatting idly with Superman.

Seeing Captain Marvel passing by, he spoke up, “I've got a lead on that meta of yours, Cap.” Captain Marvel turned towards him, his face lighting up in surprise.

“You do? What is it?” He asked, walking into the room. Superman glanced at them, curious about what they were talking about. 

“She was in my city today.” He answered, lifting the mint-green shard up to show Captain Marvel. Captain Marvel’s eyes widened, he didn't look very surprised that the meta wasn't in his city anymore.

Superman also looked over, eyebrow lifting at the shard. “Is that a piece of the meta’s ability?”

“Nope.” Flash answered, popping the p, “It is the meta.” Superman’s eyes widened in alarm, eyebrows flying up. 

“What?!” He exclaimed, taken aback, “What do you mean by that?”

Walking over to the computer and pulling up the photo of the meta, Captain Marvel faced the monitor towards Superman. 

“This is a possible meta that was seen in Fawcett two days ago. They hospitalized a civilian. I've been looking for her since.” Captain Marvel explained. “When she gets hurt, it seems parts of her body chips off. See?” He said, showing Superman the camera footage of the attack. 

“And this meta was in Central City?” Superman asked.

“Yep. There was another attack. Two men this time. And theft.” Flash answered, opening a bag of gummies and picking out a handful to throw into his mouth.

“Theft?” Both Superman and Captain Marvel questioned.

“A map and a newspaper. The newspaper had an image of you, Supes.” Flash said, jutting his chin at Superman.

Superman frowned, leaning back on his chair, “Are you saying she could be looking for me?”

“Possibly, It's just a theory. After all, with how many times you're targeted, it's a plausible theory, no? ” He stated, raising his hands up innocently. 

“Why were the men attacked?” Captain Marvel spoke up, perturbed. Flash knew why he was so concerned. The last attack could be labeled as self defense but for another attack to happen so soon? It could become a pattern, ending up with a new villain emerging. And that was never good.

“They chased after the meta when she stole their goods. Apparently cornered the meta before they were attacked. A third guy, one who didn't get hurt, said that the meta was taunting them after the attack. But who's to say he was telling the truth? Guy couldn't keep his story straight.” Flash shrugged, throwing an empty snack away before digging through his snacks again.

“Hm. Did he give a description of the meta?” Captain Marvel asked, grabbing a seat for himself.

“He said she wore a black hat and long black skirt. She also had a duffle bag. Super pale skin along with arms made of gold that could expand.” Flash replied. “Tried to search for her, but couldn't find anyone that matched. I think she skipped town, but I can't be sure. I'll look around again tomorrow.”

“I'll also be on the lookout, just in case she really is looking for me.” Superman chimed in.

“Maybe we should bring this up at the meeting tomorrow. With the way she's going from city to city, she'll eventually hit another hero’s city. The hero should be at least warned of the possible threat.” Captain Marvel spoke as he got up from his seat, tucking the chair into the table. 

“That's a good idea, it'll also broaden the scope of the search.” Superman added, turning back to face the large screens. 

They chatted for a while more before going back to their respective tasks, Flash’s going by fast, even for him. Usually things were slower for him due to his superspeed. Stretching, and hearing a pop, he got up. Ambling to the coffee machine in the break room, he filled a cup for himself and Superman. Returning to the room, he sat back down and handed Superman his cup, which he grabbed with gratitude, and waited for the next shift to arrive as he stared at the screens. 

Finally Green Arrow and Hawkgirl arrived, relieving Flash and Superman from their duties. Greeting them as he darted past, he arrived at the Zeta tube. Typing in his destination, he landed in a deserted alleyway.  

Sprinting across the city, he went through the day's events, analyzing everything, looking for any clues he could have missed. Nothing stood out to him as he ran home, finally arriving, he unlocked the door and changed. Heading to bed, he kissed the top of his wife's head as he laid next to her, curling himself around her body. Eyes fluttering shut, he fell into a peaceful sleep.

Had fun writing Flash's pov, though im not too sure about his introduction paragraph :/

Masterpost | Ao3

Chapter 4

[it-happened-one-fic]

Unfulfilled Aspirations - Halfdan

Author's Notes: This fic is actually really old. It's just been sitting in my documents for a while since I was debating about whether to post it or not. I finally decided to but, heads up, it's angsty and there is not comfort ending. I listened to the song "Unfulfilled Aspirations" from the Genshin Impact OST while I wrote this so that's probably one of the reasons for the generally sad nature of this fic. Also, Reader is a royal of Khaenr'iah. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic despite the angst.

Type: Angst (no comfort)/Romance/Reader is royalty/gender neutral reader

Word Count: 1035

I kicked my feet slightly, looking out at the veritable field of Intevyats. Our national flower. 

My national flower…..

Usually, they were a sight that brought me joy as they were one of my favorite flowers. Fitting as the princess of this country. But now they only served to assist me in exacerbating my sorrow. 

Perhaps I was like these flowers that would turn to stone if they were taken from this land.

I knew that I would not, in reality, turn to stone when I left. But I felt certain that my emotions and heart would fossilize and turn cold with my departure to a foreign land.

Childishly, I had never truly taken the time to realize that I would be married off to some man in a far away land and forced to leave my home. In some small way, I’d known it would happen. But for reasons unknown, I had never prepared myself and I certainly hadn’t expected to happen so suddenly.

Mother had said I ought to be excited. As a royal of Khaenr’iah, I’d never been allowed to travel. And in a way she was right. That would be the case for most people in the position of royalty, chained to a single country.

 But the truth was, I’d never wanted to leave this land. I was happy here and had never yearned for anything outside of the borders. And once I left, I would always yearn for what I was being forced to leave behind.

Father had said my marriage would be for the good of all of Khaenr’iah, but I wasn’t sure that he was right. After all, he was also planning to challenge Celestia, who had never truly bothered us, for the ‘good’ of Khaenr’iah.

 He might be able to fool the common folk with the idea that the army of field tillers were merely a protective measure, but I knew otherwise.

Why build up an army grand enough to challenge the heavens themselves if that wasn’t the very thing he was planning on doing?

“Your Highness….” I turned to see Dainsleif, my ever stoic guard. One of my few true allies in this situation. But the Twilight Blade wasn’t alone. The person who stood behind him almost immediately brought tears to my eyes. 

I hadn’t gotten to see him since my upcoming marriage had been announced and I’d feared it would remain that way up until the very day I left.

“Halfdan….” I couldn’t even say his name aloud, instead it came out as more of a breath. I practically leapt to my feet, fully prepared to rush over to the man who’d laid claim on my heart many, many years ago. But I restrained myself.

My eyes darted over to Dain’s blue ones and the slightest of smiles crossed the man’s face, “Go ahead, I’ll make sure no one sees either of you.” His promise was all I needed and I didn’t hesitate to throw myself into Halfdan’s arms. Dain had already turned and stepped out the lone door that led to this balcony, closing it quietly as he granted us a small amount of privacy.

“I didn’t think I’d get to see you…” I trailed off, leaning back to look into his sorrowful eyes, the very same color as the gems that decorated my tiara.

A sad smile crossed his face as he reached up, gently wiping tears from my eyes. Ever determined to comfort me even though I knew he was just as crushed as I was. 

Loving him, my Mother had told me, was a foolish choice. But little did she know I’d hardly had a say in the matter. And even if I had, I couldn’t say I would have chosen a different path.

I’d even gone so far as to do my best to hide our relationship from my parents, but they had discovered it and my betrothal had occurred all too soon after words.

 Since then, Dainsleif had become one of my greatest allies. In fact, he was the one who warned me of the marriage talks in the first place.

I would never forget that day, not too long ago, when he came to me wearing a dark expression and told me what he’d overheard as he stood guard outside the meeting room. The first news of my upcoming wedding.

I scanned Halfdan’s face, finding sorrow that mirrored my own there. But Halfdan, ever gentle and ever sweet, simply rubbed my back soothingly. 

Even though he no doubt wanted to cry just as I did, he restrained himself on my behalf and did his best to comfort me, “Don’t cry, Love; it’ll be alright. You’ll be well cared for and live up to the King and Queen’s aspirations.”

 I let out a bitter laugh at his words, pressing my face into his shoulder, not wanting to face reality, “And what about my aspirations… Will they go unfulfilled?”

 I pulled back, cupping his face in my hands as I studied him, possibly for the last time. His face was one I would never forget.

Mother and Father had both done their best to separate us. For the sake of the marriage and to lessen the pain of separation they said. In reality, I wanted nothing more than to spend every last second I had here beside him. A truth he knew well.

“All I ever longed for in life was to be yours Halfdan…. But it seems it shall not be,” My voice cracked slightly and I let him pull me back into a tight embrace. 

There was nothing to be said that hadn’t already been put into words. Now there was only silence. It pained me that our last shared memory would be one so filled with pain. But it was either this, or nothing.

Through the door I could hear hissed whispers, Dain was no longer alone. His friend, the golden-haired traveler, had come to help him keep his vigilant watch, “She shouldn’t have to go away. They love each other!”

Dain’s voice was solemn and bitter, but he spoke the truth when he responded, “I know…. But there is nothing to be done. Y/n leaves tomorrow.”

[your-local-baguette]

Hiii i really like your Julian Loki stuff and like I’m so inloveee with him he’s so adorable if you don’t mind can you please do a head cannon where the reader sh and Loki finds out (anyway you want) and also if you feel comfortable doing it I totally understand it’s a triggering topic❤️

Hiii! Im guessing by sh you mean self harming. If you're going through hard times be sure to take care of yourself and sure i can try that out. I haven't written about sh before. I'd also like to see how my take on it turns out. I really hope you'll enjoy this.

Im going to go for scenario hcs. ( Im so sorry, at the end it turned into more of a oneshot and i hope you still liked it. I will definitely try to make julian hc, if your healing from sh im wishing a great recovery and stay strong)

You trembled at the thought, why did this habit come back, you bit your nails in hope for a relief. Your dilated pupil stuck on the blade laying on the cold ground of the bathroom. You'd thought you got rid of this, you couldn't imagine loki julian reaction if he found out. You had that urge to reach out for that shining bright blade, that would soon be stained a warm crimson liquid. One of your hand was gripping your hair so hard you'd thought it would rip. Knocks on the door brought you back to reality, a sudden panic took over you." Dove are you in there?" You somehow managed to give him a clear answer" yea!" " Are you alright? Your voice seem shaky" " i-im okay!" " Are you sure? Im here if you need help" " it's fine! D-don't worry" julian bit his lips, he knew something was wrong, he didn't want to do what he was going to do, but he somehow knew something was not okay. He took a deep breath....

On the other side....

The knife was resting in your palm, cutting side pointed towards your skin. That to create a new scar between tons of others, each breath you took seemed like a mountain to climb. Before the knife could hit something it was gently taken out of your grip...

He took a deep breath" then you wouldn't mind me coming in, right?" He didn't await your answer and entered, the view that welcomed him was terrifying. You about to cut your flesh, tons of scars overlapping eachothers and covering all your limbs. He quickly walked towards you, he grabbed the blade gently, his gentle eyes sinking in your terrified and anxious ones. He distracted you, resting his palm on your face, he hid the knife in his pocket.

Before the knife could cut any skin, it was gently taken away from your grip. Your iris met gentle ones, one as gentle as a sunset, ones that contained an unending love for you. The male's palm came to rest on your cheek, you were too distracted by his gentle and captivating eyes that you didn't notice the knife being hidden away. He went from his squatting position to sitting down, pulling you closer to him, hugging you against his chest. Hoping to give you some sort of comfort, his hopes were fulfilled. Tears started trimming down your face, you hit his chest eith awfully weak punch. He felt your hit weakens more and more until it was just a contact, he felt his shirt being soaked in tears but that was not his concern. He cupped your cheeks making you look at him in the eyes, you had tears fighting for balance at the corners of your eyes. You sniffed a bit, waiting for what's coming next, like a slap or scolding but that never came, instead:

" Dove, whatever you're reason was, that it's the envy of blood, self dislike, negative thought in general. Whatever it is, don't do it again. I don't like seeing you hurt yourself, it shatters my heart seeing hate the one i cherish and admires the most. I don't want that someone to disappear, because that someone is you, Dove"

Your eyes widened at his word, tears trimming down again, you closed the distance between yours and his lips, searching for that comforting warmth that took all your issues away. When you parted, a tired sigh escaped your lips, you searched for that warmth over and over until you feel into a repairing slumber.

A smile tugged on julian lips, he got up eith a slight grunt, your passed out self resting in his arms. He carried you to your shared room, gently putting you down on the mattress that sank under your weight. He sat in the edge glad this was all over for now, it would take a ton of times for you to heal completely but he was willing to walk eith you along the way. He laid down next to you, wrapping his arms around your sleeping figure and held you tight against himself, you snuggled against him in your sleep.

He really was too kind for his own good...

[imagineblogsstuff]

IMAGINE: You did something that shocked everyone.

The 100 X reader.

All my imagines will be written in 3rd person.

“What is that?” Raven asked her voice trembling as they nailed a large, tall log upright into the earth, thousands of torchlights beaming around them.

“That’s for Finn, they want us to watch.”Clarke said uttered softly, after a moment of hesitation, her stomach dropping.

“We’re gonna get him back, We’ll get close enough and we’ll hit ‘‘em hard.” Bellamy said, his tone was distracted his mind fogged by the scene; turning his head to look at Kane, standing next to him with a pleading look.

“There’s thousands of them, even if we could kill hundreds, they’d still wipe out this camp and your friend would die” a women voice said, voice overcome with sympathy for the friends who had to watch their friend be killed.

“We have to try..” was Bellamy’s only answer, The women’s words going in one ear and out the other.

“Abby?, Abby! we have to do something!” Raven standing next to to her adressed the Chanvellor, a knot twisting unforgivingly in her throat as her desperation grew.

“No, Raven.” Abby sorrowfully shook her head, the brunette stifling a whimper as her lower lip quivered unmanageably.

“Take this.” Y/n handled Bellamy their pack, he confusedly knitted his brows as they all marched towards the gate.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna talk to the commander.” Y/n said, putting the gun in their lower belt.

“what else do you have to say?”

“i don’t known! I don’t know” y/n shook their head in stress

“give me your hand.” Raven told them, everyone exchanging uncertain glances as y/n did what Raven told them, the mechanic slipping a long blade up the sleeve of y/n’s coat. Something inside the girl had shifted, a dark shift, as her lower, dangerous voice wavered in lunacy. Her eyes burning with urgency, a burst of mania swallowing her whole. “if she won’t let him go, kill her. Things will go crazy, and then we’ll grab you and Finn. Y/n… you have to help him. i own him my life.”

There was a beat, Y/n gave a nod. it meant nothing and Clarke knew that. She know that y/n small gesture was merely to appease Raven, who had gone completely insane.

The gates closed behind y/n as they strode out into the cold night to do god knows what. the three scurried back to the fence to watch with racing hearts, the lightest of rain begging to drizzle down on them. It was then that Finn was brought out.

He was being harshly lugged around by a down different men, eyes shimmering in unadulterated fear in the beaming torchlight as they pushed him unforgivably against the post, tying him tightly to it with some jagged rope.

Clarke didn’t so much as blicnk when Ravens fingernails went digging into her forearm, Raven gripping so hard she was surely breaking the skin.

it wasn’t until y/n turned on their heel and ran to finn did the the last morsel of Clarke had been naively holding onto crumble away, her heart sinking to the pits of her stomach.

it was over, and she know it.

“What are they doing?” Raven whispered with knitted brows, unable to grasp only the reality of the situation even now, even as y/n grabbed into Fin and gave him a hug, the hug was to tight that even God couldn’t breath, it was clear of a goodbye as it could be.

Y/n hugged him even tight when somebody tried to pull their numb body off of him so they could begin their sanguine performance.

Something wasn’t right, and Bellamy know it the second he saw Finn’s head fall limp against y/n shoulder, realising what just happened he turned to Raven quickly “Raven, don’t look.”

“What?”the mechanic muttered,Clarke hand flying to her head in distress.

“Don’t…” his voice trailed off as y/n pulled slowly away, stepping back to reveal the blood drenching Finn’s shirt, they arm and the blade in they fingers dripping with the same dark, crimson shade.

They had plunged the knife Raven had given them to save the their best friend.

At first no one dared to move a muscle, Skairu and Teikru alike struck dumb by the 18 year old, bur after a few seconds the grounders infuriated yelled in rage and lifted their weapons, begging to charge after y/n.

“IT IS DONE!” The commander silenced them with a single roar, stopping an entire army with the mere lift of a hand. The whole camp was so quiet that you could heart the heart breaking scream of Reven.

Finn Collins was dead.

And Y/n Y/l/n had killed him.

[inproelia]

"i can't lose you again!"

✘ — ; It had been a job well done. Not only were the kidnapped children saved – but the band of thieves that had tried to traffic them were also brought to justice at the end of his blade. He was covered in dirt, wounds and bruises; his young body battered and exhausted.

But it was all worth it in the end, right?

He assumed the Archduke would welcome him with the bells of praise – commend his efforts with songs of glory from the others. But what greeted him was a suffocating embrace and a trembling voice that brushed against the rim of his ear,

“I can’t lose you again…”

At first it did not make sense to Clive; this sudden feeling of warmth encasing the cold of his body with a frame much bigger and stronger than his. It was foreign and inexplicable.

Did he do something to offend?

As he reflected upon the moments leading up to this one he remembered that there was never a moment of hesitation. Clive knew their efforts to find the dozen of missing children would go in vain unless something of sacrifice was put forth. The wolves’ den would never have been found if Clive did not use himself as bait. For a group so dishonorably hungry for wealth, he knew that the value his life carried in their eyes would diminish all sensibility. The price on his head was worth far more than all of the children they kidnapped combined. He had been roughed up and treated as less than human. He was even left without a weapon to defend himself with. Yet, he was never afraid. Through their intimidations and ugly promises – Clive only had one thought in mind; and that was to save those innocent souls.

When he was thrown into the mix of them – he noticed that some of the children were bearers mixed with ones from prominent families. He swallowed down quietly, the despicable truth that crawled into the back of his mind; if it had only been children of the curse this rescue mission never would have made the light of day.

As dawn broke, Clive swiftly killed a few guards with their own blades and led the children to freedom as he covered himself in blood and smoke. He set the place ablaze and marched on. The dangers were never ending – monsters preyed upon the lingering smell of all the bloodshed he had caused behind him.

As the twilight drew near, Clive finally reached familiar grounds; finding comfort and relief upon seeing the banner of the phoenix. He urged the children onwards, promising that they were now safe before collapsing on his knees, finally able to breathe in an air of reprieve.

He didn’t care how he looked in front of all of his father’s men – he felt their eyes burning upon his form. It wasn’t until he heard his father's voice did Clive snap back into reality, separating himself from his cogitations that dreamt of sleep and comfort. Quickly, he raised his head and barely stood on his own two feet. He stumbled a bit at first before finding his footing. He stared with such a nameless expression as he expected a greeting of accolades. 

His dominant-less son as finally proven his worth, right?

Yet, as his father tightly hugged him, Clive’s body tensed. It wasn’t until he spoke that the young man eased into his touch. Suddenly, he felt an overwhelming weight press against his eyelids, tickling his head as if all the energy left behind in the wake of his adrenaline was being drained. Clive closed his eyes and buried his face into his father’s shoulders with a small smile of relief etched upon rose colored lips just before his knees gave out and the darkness of sleep took him.

@phoenix-flamed

[orphanedshadow]

Unlike some people Kara adored magic, and these spells were fascinating. She was too focused on them to even notice the trap that had clotheslined her uncle, being far too short to even come close to it.

It was only when he snarled that she suddenly snapped back to reality, squirrelling away the enchanted knife that had caught her focus. Dark eyes looked up at her uncle with concern as she quickly moved to his side.

The moment her hand wrapped around the hilt of his sword she hissed, having not expected the pain, or the feeling of her fingers growing cold. Yet she persisted, drawing the blade despite the muscles in her hand beginning to spasm and lock up, knowing the Empyrean blade would make short work of the offending spell.

Her movement was a little unsteady as she brought the blade down a few inches from one of Gabe's wings, snapping the most important thread of the spell. Hopefully from that he would be able to pull himself free, if not Kara supposed she would have to go for a few more strands.

Teeth are bared. Jaw set, muscle tightly clenched. BURNS. Eyes flicker between blue and gold, snap in vain at empty air. Scraping of boots on forest floor. Twinge in right achilles' heel; fresh blood warm and sticky. Wound isn't from this, but movement's limited all the same.

If one were to sniff the air, there'd be the scent of ozone. Sharp and electric. A weakness.

Hands curl, fingers digging into enchanted metal. Knowing he's being burned. Burned and sliced and bled. How he DESPISES magic.

Suddenly, a hard yank. Whatever trap he'd sprung, sprang on him. Normally whiplash'd kill a human. To him, an IRRITATING inconvenience. Wings flatten nearby foliage; bushes and trees aren't safe. Feather-blades bite into wood. Scarring deep.

❝ Fuckin' hate this shit! ❞ Choked snarl. Venom evident in tone. Promising a cold-blooded, violent, and unforgiving retribution once free.

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Loveless - (41)

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Pairing: Okoye and Attuma 💖

Word Count: 2300

Warnings: none

Spotify play "Miss Americana and the heartbreaker prince"

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Chapter 41

Okoye dove into the cold waters. The early morning light painting the horizon a bright orange as she cut through the waves. The chillness waking her up, she needed this swim, this moment to gather her thoughts. It wasn’t easy, to adapt to something new. She was getting on much better now but the reality that she was not a part of the Dora Milaje, worked its way through her thoughts once in a while that one brief thought about it was enough for her to loose her bearings. She submerged her head, exhaling through her nose for the bubbles to trickle down her neck.

The princess was almost set to take the king of Talokan to meet the world outside. It was the one place her trust in Kulkulkan didn't reassure her, because he too was entering unknown territory. She had to work through this build up of anxiety. To chant in her head that the Dora Milaje will be vigilant and they be will be brought back home safely.

She tilted her head, refilling the air in her lungs and continued pressing forward. Her hands like blades, her motion so precise wading through the water as though she was part machine. Her eyes closed tight, the water rushing past her ears silencing every thought, preventing her mind from derailing itself into overthinking about matters that were out of her control. As to how everytime she finally took a step back, something worse was imminent.

They were going to be fine.

A half truth.

Her right hand paddled forward.

You are more than your achievements.

A reminder.

Her left hand pushed back.

You are more than your failures

A reluctant proclamation.

She gasped for air.

She slowed her pace, coming to a stop as she caught her breath before turning around to move towards the shore. The sky was now lit up with a faint blue hue, almost as if the world around her was reminding her that darkness always birthed light. Just as so, her mind felt lighter and clearer much like the fresh crisp air she was breathing.

As she sat down on the warm gravel, she searched for him. This was their regular routine and he never skipped them. In fact on most days, he would be the one waiting for her. So it was unusual. That he didn’t show up today. Ever since W’Kabi was reprimanded for good and her friendship with Attuma grew into something she now had the freedom to explore, she cherished the fact that she finally had company to do most things she liked. Being a self sufficient individual, people always imagined her to be fine with being alone and on most occasions, she was. But when you spend too much time just by yourself, there are certain periods during which you miss having a friend.

Maybe he was busy. She thought as she dabbed the towel to dry herself. She will eventually bump into him in the market or for their sparring sessions later in the day. There was no need to worry about this.

“He hasn’t come by yet?”, she repeated the words of the vendor whose shop Attuma always lingered by to get food.

"No.", he responded as he placed marinated pieces of meat on the grill, it's sizzle making her rethink this odd coincidence.

“He is my favorite customer, look at all the business he’s brought in eh.”, the vendor beamed looking at the crowd that was beginning to form for his delicacies.

“He’s somehow everyone’s favorite.”, she mumbled as she adjusted her bag across her shoulder.

“I wouldn't worry, he will come around. Or maybe his classes with the kids must have already begun.”, the vendor spoke over his shoulder as he continued to set up his shop. The classes would only begin around noon and it wasn’t even half past ten now. She thanked the man before heading off towards the sparring pits.

There was a scarce group that had come to utilize the arena before it got filled with younger warriors. Most of them were Talokans, getting in their practice sessions before the weather grew too hot so that when the sun was out, they could rest by the relaxation pools.

“Have any of you seen Attuma come by?”, she asked only to receive shaking heads and shrugging shoulders as a response. Scouting the location for any familiar faces, she spotted two warriors to the side who didn’t quiet meet her eye. Suspicious. Keeping their heads down as they cleaned their weapons, she followed her instinct and walked closer towards them. Upon further inspection, their features were more recognizable. They were his friends, which made it more apparent as to why they were avoiding her. They must know something.

“He was last seen yesterday near our farming establishment.”, the man, wiping his spear let her know having overheard her questioning.

Okoye shifted her weight. He always returned to his underwater dwelling by the end of the day, he didn't feel comfortable sleeping on land yet.

So then why did he choose to stay?

She thanked the men for the information while making sure to ask them where he could have possibly retreated to and left in search of him.

Her boots sunk into the soggy mud, the ground had been freshly watered for the sake of tending to the plants that were growing all around. She never had a reason to visit this part of the city before but from what she saw, it was beautiful and calm. New bright green shoots from seedlings that had been planted a while ago stretched endlessly, the colour soothing her eyes as she navigated the terrain towards the huts and the settlement. The Talokans here had chosen to live in the safety of Wakanda's security to tend to the land and indulge in agricultural activities because the princess had sanctioned this plot of land specifically for that.

But as she moved deeper into the village, the thought that pestered her was that he had not come to her with whatever it was that was troubling him. He had chosen to hide away. Or what if she had been the reason for it? Maybe she drove him away because she had nothing left to offer. That now with the possibility to be together without any hindrances only caused him to become jittered.

Her mind swirling with a dozen reasons as to why he wouldn’t want to take their relationship to the next stage. Maybe the chase was all that was enticing to him. She trudged through the mud. Her footsteps landing much heavier than usual leaving behind distinct footsteps, the ground somehow wanting to swallow her whole. Her self worth had been broken and misplaced that now trying to tape it back together was a huge task.

Maybe he too saw through all of it, her thick skin and defenses being a disguise, because the person behind it was just a girl that had been repeatedly lied to. And that was the true version she had to offer.

All this felt irrelevant. To have been married and have crossed all those phases of innocent romance but yet walk about town like a hopeless romantic. Because her heart was opening up to the fact that she might still have a chance, beating it's wings against the bars of the cage she had trapped it in, excited that all the time she had lost could be coming back. Now, however, it felt too premature, to have gotten her hopes up only to have it shot down.

The huts were getting closer while she caught the attention of the residents who surrounded her. But even the attention could not deter her from the fact that whatever it was that was between them was special and it would be idiotic to bury it. She knew it was special because she was willing to do this, she huffed, pulling her boot up to see the mud slosh to the ground. That she was willing to reach out, to cross the line, to fall from grace all to ask him to stay and be by her side. These thoughts were all unlike herself. She had always been composed, level headed and a bearer of justice. While now, she was rattled, constantly plagued by the sound of his soft hums and wanting to break the rules that had kept her in place.

She spotted the hut, it fit the description given to her by that of his friends. She approached the humble abode, to knock on the door.

“Attuma?”, she knocked. There was silence. But as she paused, she heard shuffling feet and it irked her.

“Attuma, open this door right now.”, she demanded.

“No.”, she heard him and it brought comfort to her, that he was in fact here. But the spark within her fused to turn into a flame.

“Open the door, Attuma.”, she asked, her voice in a steady monotone.

“I cannot.”, He responded. She inhaled deeply.

“Then move, I’m breaking it down.”, she approached it and he told her to stop.

So she did, her palm resting on the door. Her eyes only wanting to see his face. This. She had never once felt these lingering feelings that made her heart feel alive and clawed through the depths of her mind.

“Now isn’t a good time.”, he said softly.

“Tell me what’s going on.”, she pleaded.

“It’s stupid.”, he mumbled and she calmed down. It was innocent, nothing like what she had made up in her head.

“Tell me.”, she urged him and he sighed.

“I wanted to trick you. But it began to feel real. And I- he had begun to say but then cutoff.

She was right. All her thoughts were validated. Now she was back to square once again, her feelings betrayed once again.

“This was supposed to be a game.”, he huffed and she held her head high, because the moment she let it down, she knew she would hear the sound of her heart break.

“A game? Is that all I am to you?”, she felt her tongue turn into a dagger, her words spilling out sharply.

“Of course not, that’s not what I meant.”, he raised his voice.

“Then what did you mean.”, she leveled her tone to meet his.

“I’m not prepared for you to see me like this.”, he gave her another reason.

“Just let me in.”, she pounded the door not buying his excuses.

“Okoye.”, he grunted.

“Let me in now.”, she put down her foot and in return she heard the latch click open.

She pushed through the door to enter into an quaint place, she couldn’t see him, he was nowhere. But her skin prickled as she sensed his presence behind her, his body casting a shadow over her. She straightened and turned slowly.

“There.”, he looked away, folding his arms.

“Happy?”, he shrugged his shoulders.

It was as though her mind had failed, that it could not commute words or form sentences, only her eyes were working to take in what was in front of her. His black eyes darting over her trying to read her expression. He stood there without his armour, like he had just gotten off work tilling the lands. Half his hair pulled up in a bun. His skin wasn’t blue but rather a deep chestnut brown, he looked entirely different, so much more softer, that she was sure this was how it felt before your heart gives out and your knees buckle.

She was sure her eyes had stars in them because she could not look at anything else. His face, free of his mask, without any hindrances, he looked magnificent, as though she had conjured him up from a dream. The weapon in her hand slipped. He had her under a spell. He took up the space in the room, his enormous chest so wide it was luring her in to place her head on it. The muscles on his arm flexing, his long legs planted securely on the ground. She felt like she was back in the river gasping for air.

“You make me worry.”, she willed every ounce of her strength to walk towards him.

“Hide away from me.”, another step closer.

“Infiltrate my thoughts.”, the gap between them growing narrower.

“Turn me into this crazy woman who lurches around in the mud.”, she inhaled deeply, like his very scent drove her mad.

“Only to have me believe that you were shy about all this?”, she narrowed her eyes, seeing through his game.

He bit the inside of his cheek as he looked down on her, a smirk tugging the edges of his lips.

“Fine”, his eyes darkened.

“I did it to get you all to myself.”, he flashed a smile and she was certain she was going to faint.

“You think this is funny?”, she furrowed her brows standing on her toes, her face getting closer to his.

His chest bobbed with soft laughter.

“I do.”, his eyes dropped to her lips.

“You never get flustered over me. So I thought I’d give it a try.”, he dipped his head. She stepped back, her palms sweating, her heart racing.

“And to create all this fuss over how you look”, she put enough space between them.

“When you look like – she waved her hand over him.

“Look like?”, he laid his siren eyes on her as he hummed.

“Nothing. I don’t care about any of this.”, she grew frantic, she won’t admit it to him, the effect he was having over her.

“That’s the thing, Okoye. It doesn’t seem like you care anymore.”, his eyes grew wide as he pouted his lips. Shivers ran down her back as she lost all control, she wanted to show him that she cared. To truly shut down her mind and pour out all this love she held in her heart without holding back.

She veered her head away, her chest heaving with deep breaths as he smiled.

“I do care.”, she composed herself, but he looked uninterested.

“I learnt the meaning of an english phrase recently.”, he walked towards her while she retreated.

“That actions speak louder than words.”, he encased her within his arms as her back hit the wall.

She pursed her lips, looking into his eyes with no where to run now. The soft afternoon light lit up his features, she cursed under her breath.

He needed to hear the words, he wanted to feel her touch. That there was no doubt in her mind, about them, about him. He wanted her to open the door, to let him in.

"Tell me you feel it. Whatever it is that is between us.", he felt his eyes plead. She froze as her eyes slowly met his.

“It's not fair, you’ve wrecked my life, teaching me to see life with colour and now I’m transformed.”, she touched his cheek, his eyes boring into hers, like he hung on ever word.

“Unable to live life being away from you. I need you like I need air and that scares me.”, she slid her hands over his shoulders.

“Why?”, he asked, his breath hitching in his throat. He needed to know for sure. Because he spent the day, dreaming about her. He didn't want to live in another fantasy in his head. But when he fit the new breathing gear around his neck and slowly witnessed the blue fade away from his skin, he had hope in his heart that all the delusions in his head could come true. For all the years he believed he could never look like his ancestors, he was standing here like he belonged on the land he walked.

So this was just another fantasy, wanting to belong to her.

Could he?

“Because I’m falling in love for the first time.”, she admitted, the true reason she was being unlike herself. His eyes widened.

“And when you see the person I am without all my walls, it won’t challenge you anymore. The thrill of the chase will be gone.”, she let it all out, because when he held her in his gaze, she couldn’t move and lie to escape it.

He tilted her chin so her eyes could meet his. “Okoye.”, he said her name and her body moulded towards him like he had said a command.

“The thrill with you, is that I’ve met my match.”, his thumb caressed the rise of her cheek and her throat ran dry.

“I will be your armour if you let me.”, his cheeks were flush, strands of his hair falling forward .

"What if you decide to take my walls with you when you choose to leave?", she held his gaze searching for some kind of assurance.

"You have all the power, Attuma, to destroy me like no one has before.", she whispered, shedding light on her fears behind her hesitancy to pursue any form of happiness, unfurling her heart like a scarlet letter she had hidden away.

"Then I will shield you in my arms forever.", He had no other purer form of truth, this was all he had to give her.

"I only want you.", His final proclamation because no other woman could ever hold a candle to her flame.

He was close enough for her breath to skim over his fingers. She remained silent, as she looked away hesitant. This was driving him insane, he was tired of being only given specks of time with her when he wanted to be consumed by his passion, his adoration for her. To not have to hold back and step around gently. He didn't want to be limited to gazing at her affectionately from the sparring lines or wait for her by the river every morning so he could start the day with her.

He pushed away, feeling annoyed. He didn't want to hold back. So he needed to know now. If she would ever give him the chance, to be free of this torment. His eyes snapped to hers.

"I'm tired, Okoye. How long are you going to keep me away? How long do you expect me to be happy with the little you give me?", she was going to lose him. This is where everything breaks and dissipates because she was too scared of taking a step forward. He looked much younger in this light, his brows furrowed in anguish. Her need to only have him around had been hurting him. She pushed away from the wall. His eyes following her every move.

“So what’s holding you back?”, he asked. His tone heavy with annoyance. She knew what they needed, what she had to do to show him. They had to get out of the shadows. She took a hold of his hand, opened the door and walked out.

The noon sun was shining bright directly over their heads that their own shadows could not be seen. The moment he stepped out, the villagers who were present gasped and murmured. His hand holding onto hers tighter, his head dipping low suddenly aware of his presence and how he looked. She paused and let go to face him. Getting his eyes to only focus on her. A crowd had gathered around them, she folded her arms to gather her thoughts.

He stood taller, erasing the people around them, catching onto what she was doing, controlling his heart from jumping to conclusions, from believing that this was going end happily.

"What are you doing?", he saw only her. She saw the pain in his eyes and she sighed.

"I don't want to hide anymore. You and me, that's all I want.", she shrugged her shoulders. The crowd didn't affect her, the murmurs didn't matter because all she could focus on was him, standing there, waiting for her.

"I know I've got the worst reputation in town. I'm a walking bad sign. But with you, I feel like I'm doing one thing right.", she stood her ground.

"All the battles become stupid fights, all my fears become wordless thoughts and all my desires become real with you.", she continued as she watched the tension fade away from his face.

"Then what are you waiting for?", he asked her as he approached her. She didn't flinch away or run. Somehow, all the ghosts around her seemed to vanish, her mind feeling clearer than ever.

"Because if I start,", she paused, he waited, "I can’t stop loving you.", she spoke softly. A truth only he needed to know.

"Then don’t.", he whispered, his hand slipping around her waist. She let him, to adore her, to love her in his way.

She smiled, her hand cupping his cheek, she stood on her toes as she kissed him. His hand tensed up gripping the fabric of her shirt.

"There?", she pulled away, "Happy?", she chuckled as she got a glimpse of his wide smile.

This was the moment, this was the dream, the only fantasy he replayed over and over. That he wanted to do everytime he saw her. He pulled her close, dipping his head to kiss her again and the world disappeared around him. Her walls had been replaced with his arms, his mask had been replaced with her lips, this was the day he would remember his whole life. The day his wildest dreams came true.

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Pls I love Attuma so much he deserves all the love in the world *hugs him tightly*

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