#crimson rivers is about to end so i needed more pain

[thistuesdaynight]

Just spent all day listening to the EP about the Marauders. Broken Bodies, Broken Hearts by Chloe Ament.

The pain of this fandom comes in all formats 😭

[mi-i-zori]

Breathe

CoD - Nikto x GN!Reader

SYNOPSIS : Nikto drinks blood like a starved beast.

WARNINGS : NSFW - 18+. Beware, this is kind of unhinged. Canon-typical violence, blood (Reader has periods - emphasis on period blood), Nikto (a warning in himself), blood/period kink (?), poetic smut, fluff.

Author’s Note : I have no idea why I keep using poetic sentences whenever I try to write smut, but hey. Guess its just how I am. A filthy romantic at heart.

I do not give anyone permission to re-publish, re-use and/or translate my work, be it here or on any other platform, including AI.

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Nikto licks blood off his fingers on the daily like a starved beast, savouring a taste he knows will never fully satiate his hunger.

It does not matter if the crimson nectar is his or not ; he keeps engraving its flavour deep into his mind. It leaves a warm, metallic feeling in the back of his throat - one similar to the one lining the surface of the gun that was repeatedly shoved past his teeth after its bullets were lodged in-between his ribs, the thick ropes circling his wrists harvesting his own, personal flavour directly from his veins.

Both life and death flow past his tongue, carving countless nightmares in the few hours of sleep weighing heavy on his subconscious - dragging a never ending series of shuddering breaths up his oesophagus whenever he wakes.

He can never escape them, for reality is just as bitter as his dreams. So he drowns it it blood, gunpowder and alcohol, turning away from the shredded screams coming from his reflection in the mirror.

Until that moment.

Your face is pulled into a grimace as you tell him about the way one of your stupid coworkers shamelessly blabbered about how dirty he thinks period blood is, filling your head with somber thoughts at the idea that yours is quickly approaching.

You don’t see how his eyes light up when they fall upon the date circled in red on the calendar of your phone.

And it is only when his lips meet your bleeding walls for the first time, lapping at the tears running down the inside of your thighs with a newfound reverence blossoming on his tongue, that the spectre in his head finally goes silent.

You look like divine absolution, he thinks, watching with rapt attention as moans flow from your lips like a holy river. Lust fills his mind, body and soul as he wonders if edging you further would allow him to taste the stars running through your veins. Would the world end up falling apart with you ?

The thought of the Earth shattering like glass against the echo of your climax fuels the fire burning in his stomach.

So he keeps staining his mouth red with your blood and slick. War-torn hands hold your legs still around his head as his fingers pull at your flesh, moulding it to his will - and he growls loudly against your core, the waves of a supernova bursting through your entire body as a new orgasm shakes the very foundations of your universe.

Is it the third ? The fourth ? The fifth ? You stopped counting a few seconds after his mouth first latched on the sacred flower blooming between your legs, too lost in the song of your own pleasure.

Nikto doesn’t need anything more to find his own release. He then crashes on top of you as you both fall from your high, lips sharing the last remnants of your erratic, scorching breaths.

He lays there for the rest of the night, lulled to sleep by the steady rhythm of your heartbeat - your divinity dancing on the back of his tongue.

The constellations lining your mind call out to him as he sleeps, flickering with the promise of finally carrying him away from the ruins of his heart. They light up his bones from below the thorns, and he would gladly sacrifice what is left of himself if it meant you could cradle them against your breast.

The warm softness of your skin soothes the pain still lingering in his scars, and he subconsciously cages your bare form in his arms as he drifts to the world of dreams.

He can finally breathe.

[wrongcaitlyn]

do you have any jegulus fic recs??

YES ABSOLUTELY

it's been a bit since i've read jegulus fics bc the solangelo hyperfixation has been so strong but i still have plenty bookmarked!! i'm just going to share my favs of my favs, but i have even more (21 total) bookmarked on my ao3 :)

(also, just gonna put this right here, that i 100% would rec crimson rivers, best friend's brother, and just lovers by bizarrestars, and art heist baby! by otrtbs but i feel like everyone in the jegulus fandom has already read those bc they're pretty much classics, so just know!! i love those fics!! but i'm gonna try and rec some other possibly less known fics here :))

ALSO ALSO - all of these authors have incredible other fics and i highly recommend you check out their entire dashboard!!! for literally every single author on this list. i'm subscribed to all of themjkdf

You Signed Up For This by Solmussa

James and Regulus have a summer fling that they promised their friends they wouldn’t have. Remus and Sirius discover their mutual hatred is just pent-up sexual tension. Dorcas and Marlene are always winning, even when they’re not. It’s a cruel summer for all. first of all i'm extremely attached to this fic bc it introduced me to maisie peters, which led to one of the best concert experiences of my life!! but other than that, this is just so beautifully written, so detailed, and an all-around incredible fic. everything by this author is incredible too!! it's got the perfect balance of angst vs fluff and just summer vibes, which is prob the perfect thing to read right now - anyway, DEF read if you haven't already!!

Mastermind by pieceofchocolate

Regulus Black is the mastermind behind the Liberal party. Unfortunately, he’s never been very good at the more outgoing parts of politics – on a more fortunate note, he has his brother to act as a front figure. Sirius Black has always been the sweetheart of British politics, charming the voters with his wit and charisma. That was until James Potter came around, becoming party leader of his own party, the Leftists. Sirius would probably hate him, if they weren't such good friends. Regulus does not share this problem. Remus Lupin literally just needed a job, and got thrown into the mess of secrets, games and an upcoming parliamentary crisis. With an election around the corner, things are bound to go awry. MCD WARNING but so worth it. like genuinely. it's a painful fic but there's also a good dose of fluff and i enjoyed every single second of reading despite it being politics and.. well, i'm from america so you can probably guess that it was very strange to actually be attached to these characters while they were politicians😭 this one's also so well written and - there are fics where you can just tell that the person cares so deeply about the topic they're writing about, and this is one of them!!! i love finding fanfics where authors are just incredibly passionate about the subject/au OH and it has a taylor swift title. so like. yk it's already gonna be good. (this is also actually one of my favorite songs ever so i was soo excited to read)

blue and yellow skies by alarainai

Quidditch Rivals turned Quidditch Lovers. That's what the world sees them as, at least. Too bad Regulus hates James Potter's guts, and James? Well, it doesn't matter what he feels about their definitely fake, definitely emotionless relationship. c'mon. there had to be one fame au on this list. and i KNOW that this one's sports, but it's so so so fucking good - and i'm gonna be honest, i've read so many of the band au's (there are quite a lot in this fandom, even i've written one) but for some reason i didn't have any of them bookmarked - which tbf, i'm very selective with what i bookmark lmfao but!!! this one is just SO good the plot, the social media aspect, the background wolfstar, just 10/10 fic!!

these violent delights (have violent ends) by damagecontrol

titanic au prepare for pain. MCD warning. but like, the pain is written so well, and it's so heartbreaking, and i literally remember staring at the ceiling after reading this (finishing at like 2 in the morning) and just not being able to think of anything but that ending, and like, you KNOW that you're going to be in pain bc it's a titanic au, but like, GOD it's so good. i genuinely don't even have the words i'm still depressed bc of it (but in a good way)

The Mystery of the Pears by sonwar

In the cave, Regulus doesn’t beg for it to stop. He begs not be left behind, alone. Perhaps this is why, when Kreacher gives one last look over his shoulder and sees terrible, pale hands reaching for his master, he appears in a flash at Regulus’ side, clutches him by the elbow, and Apparates them both out of the cave, directly disobeying his master’s last order. canonverse fic!! and such a lovely au. the romance between them is just so natural, and yet there's still the war going on - but really, it's just so well written, despite all the angst of the war, imo it's just such a feel-good fic. love this one so much.

Only the Brave by Solmussa

A fic about two idiots falling in love (x2 because there's wolfstar, too) during a war, and the sacrifices they'll have to make to survive it. andddd this one's the big one. this one's the one i choose to accept as canon. like. GUYS. THIS ONE'S SO FUCKING GOOD if you haven't already and you're a jegulus fan, you just HAVE to read it like genuinely. the plot is so well-thought out, all of the interludes give these other characters their own stories too, and the angst!!! but also the badassery!!! i can't even explain it but if you want a canonverse war au where jegulus survives and they all win, then, like, this is the one. it's so perfect. prob my fav jegulus fic of all time.

and those r my recs!! hope that you enjoy them, and i have several others in my bookmarks!! i've also written some if you haven't checked those out, but!! happy reading :) thank you for the ask!

[esorxy]

remembering all the insanely long marauders fics ive brainrotted over because i kinda forgot all of them. roughly in the order i read them.

Whatever happened to the young, young lovers?

355k, jegulus wolfstar rosekiller. post war (ended by regulus) where they just hang around grimmauld place all day. i literally cant remember anything that happened. but i liked how they stayed home and didnt go outside, because i relate to that. it was alternating chapters between post war and pre war, honestly i dont even know it was just so much relationship angst and regulus being incredibly competent and hurt.

All The Young Dudes

526k, the character development and buildup, its like the level of the actual series without the annual voldemort attack. i was DESTROYED by the ending, it lived in my brain rent free for like a week. why did it have to be canon compliant???! the way they spent so much time pining, so much time apart, and so little time together. but that theyre literal soulmates, which is so sad for grant (he suffered true emotional damage) lmfao. I guess this is the basis (canon??) of marauders era

we can be heroes, for ever and ever

102k alternate happy ending to atyd - yes PLEASE this is what i needed to heal the pain after reading atyd.

choices

624k. lowkey feel the same way towards this as atyd, except it didnt live in my brain rent free for a week. in that i respect that it's good and got heartbroken when everyone died and they didn't get their happy ending, but it did get me into jegulus so I'm not complaining. IDK it's just sad, but i love regulus and evan and cerci. even though i deadass can't remember anything else.

crimson rivers

865k actually SOBBING this fic is everything. so much plot and so much hurt, it is amazing and painful and intense. it has the most picturesque scenes, beautiful happy ending. but i did kinda get sick of it near the end cos its so fuckin long, and i was not into the girls in the fic so i was kinda cbs

holding onto the self

76k and it was so good i felt so sad for sirius. this is the type of fic which makes me jaw drop and suck in breath like poor baby honestly. no summary needed cos ill never forget what its about lmfao....

just lovers

321k fake dating au. this is GREAT. its so light hearted which is a great change from the akckdjebakzj. this is the climb to the top for regulus being my favourite character. lowkey can't remember shit but i liked it and i need more fics like it because it was creative and there's not much room for that in marauders verse

only the brave

645k and The fic of my dreams. this is everything and i loved every second of it. every character is so great, and it got me into pandalily!!! perfect amount of hurt (a lot), and such good plot. it has every ship i like, i was like drowning in a hot spring of happiness while reading this

ecliptic

147k, oh it's so creative and new. it was so suspenseful cos we got 0 answers, and the fic is deadass incomplete wtf!! i love how everyone is sad but mostly rational. the jegulus was really really nice, and i liked how the cruciatus was made out to be a big deal so the hurt/comfort is better. i feel like the plot is better than the delivery

wolfstar my one true pair, jegulus my second true pair, evan®ulus has a special place in my heart, marauders fanfiction a permanent space in my mind for at least the next few weeks

new edit: shit! i forgot to update and i read so many more long fics and can barely remember them now

mastermind

311k i cant even remember anything that happened ... except i liked the dynamic between narcissa and regulus, and narcissa is so damn pretty. this was the one where regulus made james and sirius go with him to the cave, and then james had to force him to drink the potion, so much angst arghhhh.

all along there was some invisible string (tying you to me)

103k spiderman AU + high school and all i can say that its an original setting... the pining was great, and the spiderman kiss!! but other than that like it was good, i guess

I adored you madly, extravagantly, absurdly

243k Victorian AU with arranged marriage trans regulus. I loved regulus' character, he was so spiteful and petty but also down bad, and jegulus matched so perfectly together. i want his life so bad because his literal job was being married, like deadass he didnt do shit all day except read, play with his cats and pine for his husband...

a violent kind of spin

212k not going to lie, my favourite/most striking parts of this fic were the $h scenes... and i just finished it last night so I dont even have an excuse. james asking sirius to turn around and not even waiting for him to do it??? oml hes unhinged and it was so well written. the bathtub scene when he was on a timer and then just walked out like everything was fine!!! help it was so angsty im in love. i feel like i speedran this fic and didnt read it properly, which is probably accurate

Im not gonna teach him how to dance with you

122k. rosekiller is the BEST. i love the whole plot tbh and it was so well paced. love that for evan because nobody else is gonna keep by with barty's crazy. i would have liked it more if it had crack undertones but yknow whatever, cant have everything. i thoroughly enjoyed all the romantic tension in the leadup, the way they were both so in love im gone.

All the young dudes - Sirius' Perspective

628k, let me tell you, canon has no right being that sad, and the beloved author just fed off that like a parasite. i should have expected how this fanfic would destroy me, but the delivery made it so much more painful. i sobbed reading the Halloween and Azkaban chapters. and sirius,,, like why did you have to be so angry all the time. and so obsessed with remus from day 1. it was great. although like halfway through i just felt like ... wolfstar is so basic. jegulus once jegulus forever i guess.

whatever our souls are made of

157k hanahaki where we really gotta work for the happy ending. OML it was so beautifully sad. reggie 💔💔. sirius said nobody on the earth deserves his baby brother, but if he had to pick someone, it would be James 😭😭 I'm a broken man

oml i havent updated in 2 months... its ok i didnt read that much cos i was too tired with uni and work. anyway i found all my fics through tiktok, tumblr, or thru the author cos this gold mine is too big sorry chief. which is like. someone recommended this following fic :skull:

I'm not okay (I solemnly swear)

107k and unfinished :000 cant believe it i read something unfinished but when i read the tags i was like ok yeah im in. my secret is that i read fics like these!!! and most of them are not well written but this one is. and so was that other one about sirius but it was only like 78k so i didnt write it up. anyway poor reggie is going through it, and idk if its ever getting finished cos the poor author might be going through it too. additional note: idk if this is the one but bestie has so many problems like get help fr.

the veil of secrecy

100k but its unfinished and let me tell nobody i was devastated. omg it was so sad so the summary is after reggie defected voldymouldy found out and like --- got all his remaining horcruxes and stuffed them inside his chest and abdominal cavity in some crazy ass surgery. and then he sewed his mouth shut and broke his fingers and kept him around him like some porcelain doll/pet and thats the punishment????? oml how do u think of that... anyway so he dissociates into his fabric walls of occlumency so voldy doesnt know where the locket is. ok whatever they escape and he falls in love with jamie idk. its unfinished.

to the boy who...

238k its similar to the previous one (written by the same author ibbsterkisster) and i found it to read to cope with the first one not being finished. yes this is like 3x as long sighs we all know how it is. anyway its similar except reggie is like his boy toy instead... which is even worse. anyway i cant remember anything about the jegulus but i DO remember that evan was so sweet (as he is) he like stroked the bruise on reggies wrist very gently :facepalm: and that scene lives rent free in my brain.

blood on my shirt, heart in my hand

22k and id just like to say, this is the kind of horror that i like. its kinda a mystery at first but its not so creepy, and the jegulus endgame is stronger than a bulletproof vest. so james is having dreams which are vaguely murderous, and when he wakes up the events like kinda match up. turns out hes like having some repetitive dissociative episode every night at 12.37am and getting up to murder people. and after the first time reggie was just like 'well if ur in then im in too' and straight up helps him murder people ?!? i loved it. murder husbands.

the long game

250k and this is the most unique fic youll get here. modern high school au where reggie is like this god genius talented painter and they work on a musical set together, and reggie gets an art show and idk why this stood out to me but he drew like a green soft and a purple cushion and was like... this represents me and evan, cos were ok separately but great together. i read this so long ago i cant even remember what i thought of it

jealousy, jealousy

85k + unfinished again!! anyway so bartylus fake date so james and evan can get jealous and then they both end up together. i just remember it was so cute because they would just hug each other like constantly all the time, and cry at the smallest inconvenience, then their friend/boyfriend would go and lie with them in bed and hug them and that was like a very significant portion of it. and im not even complaining this is the type of physical affection they deserve

pathological people pleaser

114k but it passed so fast?!?! james is so fuckin unstable man like get a therapist. ok i actually enjoyed this so much because for some reason i was really into horror (it was literally 2 days ago) and this wasnt horror but they did not reveal like why james was so fucked, and which parts of his narration were unreliable until quite a bit in. also there was more than a month gap between me bookmarking this one and the last one and like i dont even know what i did with myself??? (actually i lied i read more fanfiction i just forgot i did cos i forgot to bookmark it) (summary: summer holiday where starchaser fall in love also effie died in a car crash on the way to james after he called and was like mom im gonna kms. ok but it was really well written and full of suspense)

anti-hero

237k and i just finished it so its fresh in my mind (for once) ok now that i think about it i have no idea why regulus lived that first time... maybe i didnt read closely enough but like when fics are that long i kinda just miss some stuff or forget it and they all blur together anyway. ok so firstly i want a story of james and regulus in this universe when they were still at hogwarts because like having a secret relationship for 2 years and also doing drugs.. just the hurt comfort ahhh maybe without all the hurt and yelling but whatever. cant have it all. anyway this was so well written i always like narcissa tbh. glad james and regulus sorted out their shit eventually even though it took so. fucking. long. anyway yikes (summary: reggie lives after the cave and they go horcrux hunting and kill voldy but then reggie fucks off to america and becomes a drug addict again but comes back, and james has anger issues but only when it comes to regulus anyway they kept hurting each other that i didnt even feel sad anymore when it happened) addition: oml reggie being an addict + nic in beautiful boy the stars aligned finally i get some visual scenes in this fandom

doing a word count sum of the above and its: 6 million and 476 thousand...

meetings that start in the dark

656k and oml i was SEMI HOOKED. honestly like why did it take them so fucking long to get back together like the moment Voldemort dropped dead James should have been unable to stay away from regulus. anyway love how they're obsessed with each other, love how Luna and Harry are playing matchmaker. and i especially love how Sirius was the lame embarrassing parent ahah. also the amount of bs evan has to put up with from reg and barty... jesus christ i loved them in this except for how he was buff girl no evan is a twink and this fic wont change my mind

sometimes, running away does solve all your problems

15k so reggie literally walks out of his house and his parents dont even notice and he runs away and meets james and they live together it was perfect omfg i loved it so so so much. it had the same sad, resigned tone as the dsmp fics that i was obsessed with before and would reread over and over. and the small village quiet life is a dream

27 club

27k and why was it so heavy oml like i didn't sign up for this sadness. ok so reggie is DEAD but before that he and James were like lovers and drug buddies but also lacked healthy communication. james is like bye imma get clean without u, the literal love of my life. the whole thing was so sad because it would be like one bit of 'oh and they were in love and making music' and then another bit of 'james was mourning so hard he couldnt get out of bed'. it was lowkey magical to read except for how hes dead.

you missed my heart

100k and omfg im in shock tbh. like what the actual fuck. I'm in shock in an "im unsettled and creeped out" way. i don't even know why because ive read serial killer jegulus fics before and it was all peachy, but maybe this one was so creepy because we were in the dark, and the killing isn't unrealistic and romanticised. James was so smitten with regulus too I'm crying i was actually convinced that reggie wasn't the killer. i need soft regulus fluff to cope with this. to erase the image of reggie being a psychopath. omg Sirius after finding out the truth.. poor boy was like catatonic. I'm never reading unhappy ending fics again I've become weak my heart can't take it

I'm going to start including the shorter fanfics that i read and are memorable as well because i don't discriminate

which means i have a lot of catching up to do

the moment and the sound

29k so james runs away with harry to escape voldemort and meets reggie by chance. they live together and james is like straight up depressed. i liked this fic but also forgot what it was like.

raise hell

30k it's basically about them being angels and demons and working together to idk stop the world from ending. i liked the tone of the fic in that everyone was like set in their ways and was like wtf at everyone else but also i wish it was longer and there was more about each person's like representation like Sirius being the angel of justice. also it was so funny regulus the angel of diligence and James the demon of lust.

blackpool

63k and omg it was so well written but i was so confused the whole time cos i have no literary ability. like regulus being a straight up unreliable narrator?!?! deadass in shock half the time reading this tbh

calm before the storm

51k and i could draw a graph of the shock factor of this fic and it would look like a staircase with 3 steps. at the start it was so happy and cute and i was like omg why did i click on this again and then sirius dies and james loses his memory and reggie is like fucked up that's the first step up and then they heal whatever but then reggie straight up starts murdering people and making a show out of it i read it all like 😳😳. unhinged fr, and also everyone tried to kts at least once like besties go see a therapist please

pink lemonade

121k band tour au where they sing (i think mostly) arctic monkeys songs and kudos because the lyrics all fit so well to whatever clown ass miscommunication situation jegulus have going on. it was relationship angst and maybe i would have enjoyed it more if i read it earlier but rn i need action and thrill. i was like to my irl friend like miscommunication angst isn't enough for me anymore i need murder and she was like girl wtf.

youngblood

75k basically jegulus were roommates in juvenile detection and they had such a deep soul connection in the 2 months and then never reconnected until like 9 years later. ok anyway my favourite part was James and how he was so unhinged. like literally provoking bullies so they hurt him is his form of sh... girl get a grip honestly but also respect for the idgaf factor

mercy

36k so james gets possessed by a ??demon called mercy and reg is an exorcist... so its very obvious what drew me into this. anyway james lives at regs house while hes figuring out what the fuck is wrong with him and they just ??? fall in love. ok slow burn was not really burning at all more like a ticking bomb but the horror was cute. also i found it at night and then read it all at like 8-9am in the morning before getting out of bed so i cant remember it but it was well written and the demon was lowkey cute too he was just out for drama which i can relate

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 15

chapter 26: (check tags for triggers)

1. james’ stab wound will heal, but of course he’s gonna have to use a cane for the rest of his life. my poor darling. but also! CHARACTERS WITH DISABILITIES THAT WONT BE ERASED!!! HELL YEAH!

2. this nurse is pissing me off. sirius is asking if james and reg are gonna be okay, and all she can talk about it appearances and scars. not if they’ll be okay

3. sirius and reg are reunited. thank god. this is what the world needs

4. “"I love you. You're my brother; of course I love you. Always have, always will, and nothing—absolutely nothing in this world could ever change that, do you hear me? You're enough for me, and I love you. Never, never fucking doubt that."” AHHHHHHHHHHHHH reg needed to hear that so bad, and james needed to say it so bad

5. 😧😟 reg is vomitting blood. yikes. wow. that’s yikes. it’s not even HIS BLOOD that he’s vomiting. and i wanna know who’s blood filled that river. i want to know who was killed to make blood for that river

6. “”It's fine. I didn't even like this shirt.” (Sirius really liked this shirt.)” 😭😭

7. 😊 siblings! sirius wipes reg’s face, and reg threatens to vomit on him again

8. reg questioning if he actually made it out. that breaks both mine and sirius’ heart. “"I—I thought it made sense, because why would I have scars if I was dead?””

9. reg breaking down and sobbing to his brother. wow. i- wow

10. gosh, remus and sirius are already like a married couple. i love them

11. regulus would just wake up and ask for james. that hurts. in no way was my experience any where near as bad, but i know it must suck to wake up, calling for someone, and them not to be there. when i woke up from wisdom tooth surgery, i called out for my mom many times, and the nurses jsut told me to be quiet, and i can’t see her. i was so distressed that i cried. my pain is not anywhere like james or reg’s but i know that it sucks.

12. sobbing. reg needs to shower, but doesn’t want to get in the water. he’s scared of the water. like wow

13. god, james wakes up and starts fighting people. he never should have had to go through that.

14. james is begging to see regulus, and regulus begged to NOT see james. idk how zar could have hurt me any more, but here we are

15. james and sirius have matching scars! that’s horrific! but! they’re matching!

16. sirius’ words before james went into the arena. we get to know them. and it’s both healing to know the memory, but also hurts like a motherfucking truck

17. sirius asking for remus to kiss him! consent!

18. shit. remus realized he loved sirius. like. loved him. wolfstar better be granted happiness in this universe

19. authors end note: “you think regulus is unhinged? sirius is so, so much worse 😳”

chapter 27:

1. god, regulus needs to take a shower. he must STINK. but also, i do not blame him for not wanting to

2. i appreciate remus’ honestly. he will not dance around the point with reg, and honestly, that’s what he needs

3. oh my god. is remus gonna get reg to take a bath? honestly, if anyone could do it, it would be remus. nobody else could do it

4. remus sharing the petty hallow drama 😭😭

5. james and sirius friendship is all i need in this life

6. oh wow. sirius is hurt that james never told him about his crush on regulus. not that james likes regulus. i love when fics do that instead of sirius being angry

7. i love that it’s no issue for james and sirius to share a bed. they need comfort. they share. that’s that.

8. sirius not letting james have a drink cause he knows it’s a slippery slope >>>>>>

9. ✨remus lupin✨

10. 😧 reg but sirius as a reflex from the arena. and immediately apologized. he’s never hit sirius before. and wow. that-

11. sirius is admitting something he never even told james. that he accidentally hit effie. and 😧😧😧

12. AWWWW REMUS CALLED JAMES SWEETHEART

13. honorable mention for all pandora did in this chapter. she is a lifesaver, she is a queen, she is a goddess, and she deserves so much

[iamthemoonagedaydream]

I think I'd genuinely enjoy crimson rivers so much more (so far) if james died in the games. Only james.

I don't know if it's just because I'm on a high from Lord of the flies and love the thought that went into every tiny detail, but I think a fic finally about how real the circumstances are for the characters would be a literary masterpiece. Making it seem more real and less happy ending fairytale would just add to it.

James learning to protect Reg while experiencing all these emotions he never even knew he could feel WHILE trying to do his best to change the publics view on the games, for the greater good. He'd learn all the information he could while training to protect Regulus, and only ever himself to just keep Reg alive. Losing his life to a game that is to punish those who are long gone and is in no way fair. A game that was orchestrated to oppress thousands, that others view with glee.

I think what would make it worse, though, is that the scene where James threatens with the venom would play out the same except for when James drinks the venom.

He'd drink it because noone would believe him not to, because noone believed their story on James' part was ENTIRELY genuine. They thought he loved Reg, but didn't believe he'd go to the extremes such as that. What makes it worse is that they thought he was acting for all the wrong reasons. He was acting to cover up his hurt for being put in such a disgusting place. They just thought he was acting because he didn't love Regulus enough.

And of course they need a winner, don't they?

The fuckers would pull Regulus up from the river.

Throughout the fic, we'd get the pov changes like we did in crimson rivers, and then the final blow.

It ends with James' pov just before he takes the potion and the pain he feels as he does, then Regulus'.

Oh, God. Regulus' pov.

It'd describe him panting for air once he emerged from the water, and then a short passing description of the river. The hands. The blood. The blood.

Then he's angry. Why is he on land? What's happening. He was going to die for James. Where is James?

Where is James.

Where is he.

Good question Regulus, where is James.

Amd it ends with Regulus realising he's going to have to live without James. And he's never loved James more.

He's screaming, shouting and bawling as he sees his body being carried away in one of those helicopter things when he realises that he did that for nothing. Because James is now dead.

For Regulus.

[thebawdybaldurian]

Halsummer Day 4

A day in the grove before meeting the tadpolers

I’ve wanted to delve deeper into Halsin’s backstory for a while and since my main fic is currently in the Shadow Cursed Lands, I decided to do something along those lines. I will be writing more about this in upcoming chapters of Tale of the Tadpoles. I had to rush this since I got delayed all day with transit woes. This is definitely the opposite of yesterday’s story, so feel free to re-read if you need some fluff!

Content and Warnings: grief, alcohol abuse, hypersexuality, character death and resurrection, suicidal ideation.

The trek back to the grove was quiet and somber. None of the druids had begun to process what had just occurred and trying to find words of comfort for one another just came out as quiet sobs. Some of the druids travelled in wild shape, hiding their grief in their animal forms. Others simply walked as themselves, their robes still splattered with blood. Halsin wore the blood as a reminder, not even washing it from his skin when they stopped to collect fresh water.

It had only been washed from his hands out of necessity, the first time he’d filled up his leather skin. His reflection in the water suddenly swirled with crimson, adding to the streaks of blood down his face. He said the names of those he’d been forced to kill each time he saw that reflection again. He would eventually have a similar pattern tattooed there, still repeating those names. “Trissan, Belowrry, Snowfire, Ko, Rebrul…Serran and Olinus.” The last two were the most painful and their faded scent greeted his nose when he finally returned to the grove.

Everything in their small cavern home was where they’d left it. Serran’s mushroom garden had been carefully tended by one of the clan too young to fight and Olinus’ flute sat on the table they shared meals at. Halsin fell to his knees and sobbed, knowing they would never return to sit at that table with him. They would no longer share the bed tucked under a canopy of lichens or linger in it late into the morning, listening to the soft burble of the waterfall on the other side of their cozy home. He cried until his head throbbed and his throat went dry. He cast aside his water skin and uncorked one of the large bottles of honey mead they would share after dinner, gulping down bottles until he passed out.

When he awoke, he did the same thing, draining the bottle and shattering it against the stone wall before drifting into nothingness. By the time someone finally forcibly dragged him down to the river to bathe, there was a sizable pile of shattered glass. He was the eldest member of the order and was set to be First Druid, but his abrupt spiral delayed his initiation. When he wasn’t drinking, he was fucking. Either with other druids looking to numb their pain or outside the grove, letting anyone use him how they pleased. He stopped caring and ended up in several risky situations that were only diffused by his size and strength.

The bottom came after yet another night of heavy drinking. He swayed in his bear form, ambling towards the river for a quick drink and perhaps a lazy fish to snack if he could catch one. There were no fish to be had, but the water was nice and cold. His eyes fluttered as he drank, the effects of his intoxication making him groggy. He stumbled further into the water, passing out face first. It would have been a welcome end to his pain, but the she-bears of the area were quite fond of him. He would occasionally watch their cubs if they needed a break and would scare off some of the more aggressive males. One had even tried to claim him for a mate despite his protests.

The bears dragged his limp body out of the water and alerted his newest apprentice, who found him drowned and dead. Nettie was inconsolable for a moment and then instantly went to work gathering enough diamonds to resurrect him. It was her first resurrection without him and she was trembling as she reached out to Silvanus to aid her. After his first gasp of air, Nettie slapped him straight across the face. “What was that for? Where am I?” Halsin asked weakly.

“Rock bottom,” Nettie said gruffly, happy that he was alive, but angry that he’d been throwing his life away. Halsin let out a long sigh, a hazy recollection of the nothingness of the Fugue Plane.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he looked down at the sigils drawn in the loamy soil. “I might have been better off.”

“I know I didn’t, but you still owe me a damn good explanation for your behavior over the past few months…and a lot of diamonds.”

“You’ve heard the recounting, you know what happened in Reithwin.”

“We all lost a lot of good friends and family…that doesn’t mean we get to abandon the ones we have left. You got those people out of the curse…they need a leader now.”

“I simply did what I had to do. I did it to survive.”

“No, you stepped up when you saw everyone else panicking. You could have run and saved yourself, but you didn’t. You stayed and gave our friends a merciful death. They’d still be shades roaming the landscape.”

“I miss them so much,” Halsin slumped, tears filling his eyes. “I don’t want to remember what I lost…I know I will never have it again.”

“You don’t know that! You are barely out of your second century.”

“What else do I have to live for?”

“Anything but drinking and fornicating yourself to death. You are supposed to be my mentor.”

“I’m sorry,” he wiped his tears away with his dirt-soaked robes. “I’ve failed you as well.”

“Well, now you have a second chance to honor those who fell by living a decent life. Serran and Olinus would be furious that your life has become this.”

“They would…but how do I fix things? It feels like I’ve lost everything.”

“Just like with anything else that has been broken. Sweep up the broken bits, mend what you can, and throw away what you can’t. Giving up that honey mead would be a wise first step.”

Halsin nodded, struggling to his feet on his own before accepting Nettie’s help. They returned to his cavern home and began to clean up the mess. Halsin began sweeping up the broken bottles, saving the shards in a box for something he had in mind. Nettie stripped the bed, covered in matted bear fur and dirt. They managed to salvage a few of the decaying mushrooms from Serran’s collection, but had to throw away Olinus’ flute that Halsin had split in two in a rage. He packed up his things, not wanting to linger in the home he no longer shared. He moved to a bright hut that overlooked the river. He stopped drinking and became celibate, redirecting his desires into rebuilding the grove. They recruited from other druid circles, bringing in new blood and more joy.

On the day Halsin was set to finally be initiated as Archdruid, he had the blood streak design tattooed on his face in memory of the fallen. Privately, he smelted some of the shards of broken bottle glass, shaping them into a dark green heart. It was an anatomical one, not one of the simple shapes that adorned decorations during festivals for Sune. To the naked eye, it might just look like a lump of jade. He always kept it close, a small reminder of how bad things could get if he allowed them to. He continued training Nettie and began to research the Shadow Curse, hoping he could one day end it and recover the bones of his loved ones for burial rites.

[herculesgarcia]

Starter for @astuteknaves, wonderland AU

'Why me?'

Hércules asked once again, and not for the first time, wincing at the pain that shoot up his left leg every single time he took a step. Which he couldn't stop doing, as he was anxiously pacing up and down in his Commander's tent. His older sister. Andrómeda. Also known as the Jabberwock. A fearful monster, like that of legends, with a forked tongue, snake-like eyes, dark scaly wings and hands that ended in sharp, menacing claws. One that had sang him lullabies and slept with him during thunderstorms. One that had been by his side when he had cried, that had dried his tears, that had raised him like a parent when that role wasn't supposed to belong to her.

'You're the only person I trust.' Andro hissed, like a serpent would.

'I'm too old for this.'

'You're twenty-four.'

He was, yes, but he should have retired from this war business long ago. He shouldn't have even begun, in the first place. Now, instead of a dodgy knee and a backpack full of shame at what he had done, he would have a beautiful wife, maybe even a baby or two, a nice house. He would be sitting at his porch with a glass of whiskey and ice in his hand, watching his children play, smelling the air; roasted potatoes and spiced beef, his favorite, coming from the open window of the kitchen, where the love of his life was making them dinner. The sun setting, submerging in the sea... as did corpses. The corpses of those they killed in yesterday's skirmish, that they had disposed of in the nearest body of water ― a small river, the water in it no longer blue and crystalline, but crimson red and reeking of death.

'I don't want to do it.'

'I'm not giving you a choice.'

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His boots were dirty with mud, blood, and other body fluids. Grass and other plants were clutching on to them, as if telling him don't go, you won't find anything of use there, you're just about to get yourself in more trouble... but he didn't have a choice, did he? He'd do it. For Andro. For Cass.

Every time he thought of her, the White Queen turned Mad Hatter, he felt his heart thumping and pounding not only in his chest, but also in his ears. And it had nothing to do with the fact that he was out of shape after living what could be considered by most a comfortable life and they had been climbing a slippery slope for the last half an hour. They ― him and his soldiers. Pawns in this chess game that had little to gain and everything to lose, but that were here because... of what? Loyalty to a Queen who was no longer sane? Who could no longer be relied upon? Because they felt that she had been wronged and wanted to make it right? Cass was his sister, and he needed no more motive than that. But the others...?

Far away, now that he was on leveled ground, he saw the faint glow of a campfire. The wind was growling angry, but he could still hear the animated chatter going on around the source of light; as if those men were not fighting a war, but friends who had gathered to share stories, drinks, and food. Their voices brought a wave of fear at what he was doing. He was taking a big risk, but it was a risk Andro had bestowed upon him, and that had been enough to convince him. That, and the promise that if he didn't do as his superior desired, he'd join the mountains of corpses looming everywhere, an oath he knew his beloved sister was not going to fulfill, but that had still sent shivers down his spine. Only the dead knew how this would end, and he wasn't in the mood to join their ranks just to find out.

So, after checking that every piece of his armor was still in place, including helmet he walked towards them. As his eyes adjusted, he counted the figures wrapped in furs and frayed coats. Seven of them. The lucky number. Both men and women, most with scarred faces, worried looks or almost-friendly smiles. Shields, swords, axes and other weapons. Weapons that could find their new home in his skull if he didn't choose his words properly.

'Good night!' He yelled, approaching them with both his arms lifted, palms of his hands looking towards them, his sword sheathed, resting on its scabbard. Of course, the opposite faction warriors' own hands moved towards their blades, or whatever tool was nearest to them, faces turning in their direction. 'I'm here... to parley.'

[thistuesdaynight]

Wanted to let everyone know that I just started reading Choices for the first time, and I'm not even half way through the first chapter, and I'm already OBSESSED.

I just know that this fic is about to fuck me up in the best and worst way.

Bring it on I guess 🤧🤲🏾

[sacredartist33013]

So if some people don't know, this is officially the first time I've had to redo a post. I need to redeem myself in my eyes for my november fail(part of me wants to send apologies to you @brightlotusmoon and you @fire-fira cause I feel like I wasted your time with an incomplete and glitchy post... But you guys probably don't want that) if everyone is curious about the dramatics. I tried posting a lantern corps post about all the lanterns… but not only did my post end up incomplete and missing 3 of the 9 corps i was doing. But it wouldn't save in drafts when I tried using what I have so this is all being made in docs before being sent to tumblr for final fixing. This is a much much less bloated post that'll have these following things

It'll have links to the corps

their rings

and their entities.

It'll also discuss their iconic lantern, their oath(or even oaths in the case of a few corps). And I'll add a comment on what I think is a unique power or characteristic I think is worth noting or is probably their most well known feature. And some interesting things about the corps

So let's start from the top of the rainbow and the red lantern corps

The red lanterns are the first color in the spectrum(that part's obvious considering the name) but right away we come across quite a few negatives to this ring. The first negative is that the red light(the light of rage) is one of 2 emotional ends or extremes to the spectrum. That means the red light is much easier to become overwhelmed and consumed by it. Another and probably more dangerous downside is that the red lanterns die without their red power rings.

A red lantern given their ring has their heart stopped and their blood replaced by pure liquid acidic rage(or liquid napalm of rage as it's been called) and their normal blood ejected from their body. Finally when you first become a red lantern you also suffer from an intense rage that in most cases cannot be quelled unless you bath in the blood river of ysmault(the home planet of the red lantern corps).

The most iconic lantern i believe is a tie between atrocitus(maker of the red lantern corps)

guy gardner(more on him later) 

and dexx star(a cat with a red lantern power ring on his tail)

The red lanterns representing entity is the butcher

One thing i find very unique for these lanterns is they're the only ones to my knowledge to come from a form of magic. Blood magic.

And the power ring has quite a variety of power to it.Interestingly we have 2 oaths. 

The oath in the comics which is: With Blood and rage of crimson red, ripped from a corpse so freshly dead, together with our hellish Hate we will burn you all. That is your fate.

And the oath in the tv show green lantern the animated series which is: With blood and rage of crimson red, We fill men's' souls with darkest dread,And twist your minds to pain and hate.We'll burn you all—that is your fate!

As for the greeting the ring gives to the one it finds is:"You have great rage in your heart. You belong to the Red Lantern Corps."

As mentioned before these guys are the only lantern corps to my knowledge to utilize some form of magic in its creations( atrocitus himself using blood magic)

Another would be that depending on the media red lanterns normally can't make constructs. And only get that power from consuming blood from a red lantern that can.

Now right away this ring is pretty dangerous and very negative... I hope that doesn't become a trending theme.

Let's move on to The yellow lantern corps

This corps is also known as the sinestro corps,named after their founder sinestro. A man who used to be a green lantern and now wishes to use the power of fear to police the galaxy just as green lanterns use will to do so(not surprisingly that's the emotion yellow conveys in this spectrum the light of fear) the ring itself doesn't actually have too many negative downsides.

 You're not gonna die if the ring is taken from you(unless you're in a battle or space and sinestro just decides to terminate his whole corps.... Which he's done before) perhaps you'd get taken out by one of the dangerous corps members because sinestro really only cares about if you can instill or spread fear. Not if you're a monstrous ruthless individual or a literal baby robber(really sinestro is the danger of the corps next to the now embedded idea of anyone wearing the ring could be evil and only evil.) But let's move on.

The most iconic lantern is without a doubt the maker and leader of the corp himself. Thaal sinestro. 

The entity for this corps is the entity parallax

As for the power ring .  Its power's include probably what you expect for a fear based fighter... Or maybe you'll be surprised. Such as this interesting part to it. Yellow rings can imitate yellow sun radiation for kryptonians.

And this fun fact as well.

 Green lantern the animated series doesn't have yellow lanterns. But they do have yellow crystals that block green lantern powers and do the same kind of fear power of the yellow lanterns(except for specific aliens in the show who wanted to protect the others on a planet it's from) 

Now for the yellow lantern oath is: Blackest Day, in brightest night; Beware your fears made into light. Let those who try to stop what's right, Burn like his powers...Sinestro's MIGHT!

As for the lantern greeting: You have the ability to instill great fear.Welcome to the Sinestro Corps. 

Okay 2 negative emotions led by the bad guys surely the orange lanterns will be a joyous and happy corps. Right... Right? 

Well apparently not. Not only is the orange lantern corps another extremely negative corps but it's made me get the rainbow out of order... Joking aside, the orange lantern ring is a special ring like the red ring. It's a part of a pair of rings known as parasitic rings. Which means this ring doesn't go after people with overwhelming avarice or greed(the emotion of the orange lantern) it instead attaches and fills its victim with nothing but greed. And i say victim because there is only one orange lantern because they're too greedy to even let the rings go to anyone period. The ring of greed will give you a corp... Via usurping the identity and body of whoever you kill with the ring. It's also the ring that quite literally has the most charge of any ring.

The most iconic lantern is of course the leader and only real living lantern larfleeze or as he's also known as agent orange. 

It's entity is ophidian

If i had to pick a unique thing to mention it's probably that these rings hold well over 1000%(i think its 100,000 actually)'

The rings unique power's are proof of why larfleeze doesn't need living lanterns at all in his corps

his corps also has 2 oaths. 

Oath 1 is... And no joke here:What's mine is mine and mine and mine.And mine and mine and mine! Not yours!

The other and more serious sounding oath is his: power is mine, this is my light. Be it bright of day, or black of night.lay claim to all that lays within my sight. To take what I want, that is my right!

And the greeting for the ring(because there has been a time where someone was given an orange ring) is: you want it all.

And now we have the green lantern corps

So what's wrong with the green lanterns? Is it an extreme?, a parasite?,some other 3rd thing? It's the middle ground ring and seemingly the only ring just about anyone can wield. Considering almost 10 humans have become green lanterns throughout the comics and animated media and the justice league/main lanterns we basically always see is a green lantern... It's basically the safest ring to have. If you can handle their rules and scummy guardians who made them then using the green ring of willpower is piece of cake! 

The most iconic lantern is basically any earth green lantern... But being serious you probably think of the main 4 if you think green lanterns

Hal Jordan

John Stewart

Guy gardner

And kyle rayner

The entity is ion

This ring is the most well known ring out of all these rings

Interesting it can mimic kryptonite radiation for kryptonians(probably where sinestro got that yellow sun radiation buff cause he was a green lantern before)

The ring's oath... Well it's the most well known oath out there: In Brightest Day, in Blackest Night; No evil shall escape my sight. Let those who worship evil's might, Beware my power: Green Lantern's LIGHT.

The ring greeting is also the most well known greeting due to how common green lanterns are:You have the ability to overcome great fear. Welcome to the Green Lantern Corps!

Okay so we were brightening up. Out of the dark emotions into the lighter ones... What's next is a personal favorite of mine. 

The blue lantern corps This is my favorite lantern corps hands down(probably because blue is my favorite color) This is one of the most powerful and also the weakest lanterns at the same time. It's the only ring's that's dependent on another type of lantern for it's full untapped power. But considering this ring came from 2 exiled green lantern guardians it's not too hard to find there lantern that unlocks there full powers

The most iconic member is saint walker the first blue lantern.The entity is adara

The powers from the rings themselves. Seeing the power list itself should show you what I mean by one of the weakest and strongest at the same time.

My unique thing to note would be that Blue lanterns' newest recruits are picked by the last recruit. These guys are the corps with very few members due to this recruitment process.

The blue lantern corps have a saying that even their new recruits say: All will be well

The blue lanterns oath is as follows:a Fearful Day, in Raging Night. With strong hearts full, our souls ignite. When all seems lost in the War of Light, look to the stars--For hope burns bright!

And for the greeting: You have the ability to instill great hope. Welcome to the Blue Lantern Corps.

Our next trip takes us to the planet nok and the mysterious indigo tribe

This mysterious tribe is the wielder of the indigo light of compassion(and in the world of lightsmiths talked about in a green lantern comic. It was the light of empathy) but sadly it's not all sunshine and indigo rainbows… this is the second parasitic ring. And attaches mainly not to the empathic or compassionate, but to the truly ruthless and evil as a means of brainwashing and building an army… i blame the green lantern who built the rings and corps to be this… he twisted such a kind light and morphed it into something awful. All so he could control the corruptive guardians of his own corps and build an army to fight the blackest night(i think so At Least)

The iconic lantern is indigo-1. But the honorable mention goes to green lantern Abin sur(who was the original owner of the ring hal jordan got) for discovering the indigo wellspring and crafting the corp. The entity for the tribe is known as proselyte

I guess I'd say something unique is that they have the power to channel another lantern corps powers if their power ring is nearby.

There rings … well see for yourself. They also have staffs

They have a rather interesting oath. It's untranslatable by any rings 

It goes something like this: Tor Lorek San, Bor Nakka Mur. Natromo Faan Tornek Wot Ur. Ter Lantern Ker Lo Abin Sur, Taan Lek Lek Nok--Formorrow Sur!

Despite there being no translation we do have a possible one from somewhere(idk from where originally but we do in fact have one):In sorrowful day, in misfortunate night,We help those, who need our might,With the lantern power of Abin Sur,We rid your misery...,With compassionate might!

The greeting being:You have the ability to feel great Compassion. Welcome to the Indigo Tribe.

While being one of my favorites I wish that we had a better representation for the emotion of empathy/compassion. Or a true compassionate person who was forcibly brainwashed to come in and change the corps for the better.

We now end off with the violet light of love led by the star sapphire corps

This corps is at the edge of the spectrum and so much like the red light light the violet light is an emotional extreme amd can easily consume the wearer if they're not careful(the original hems used for star sapphires had to be fashioned into rings because they consumed and drove people mad with the power of love.) A rather unfortunate thing for the power of love but it is what it is… we all need a downside.

The entity in this corps is the predator

There most iconic member is carol Ferris

The unique thing i remember is that before these guy's were a corps the star sapphire name was used by carol ferris as a villain to hal jordan in the old comics. It was the name she had when she was possessed by an evil gem.

There power rings like said above used to be gems(a reference i think to the original star sapphire villain in the old comics and in the justice league tv show) 

The oath for the star sapphires is:For Hearts long lost and full of fright. For those alone in Blackest Night. Accept our ring and join our fight, Love conquers all with Violet's light! 

As for the greeting: You have great love in your heart. Welcome to the Star Sapphires.

Interesting many people think this corps is only for women… (i was one of those people) but you wouldn't really be too faulted for that considering we don't often see the men in the corps chances are they're rarely added or we’re just unlucky.

With all 7 of the rainbow colors gone we now have the final 3(used to be final 2 but I feel like maybe including the last one isn't too bad.) 

The black lanterns are perhaps the most dangerous corps out there. Wielding the black light of death(a complete absence of all emotions. A void that can consume them all. Even the large pool of energy that is the orange lanterns) this corps light also means no one alive wields the ring(an inidgo lantern channeling the power of death technically is living but isn't a ring wielder) every black lantern is dead. So the corps itself is a literal zombie apocalypse filled with smart zombies wielding rings of unimaginable power.

The most well known black lantern would have to be the man who received the first ring. Black hand

Hal jordan has also wielded a ring as well but only for a moment.

The entity for the corps would be nekron

There rings are on another level.

The unique factor i can think of is you need to die to wield the ring.

There oath is:The Blackest Night, falls from the skies. The Darkness grows as all light dies. We crave your hearts and your demise. By my Black Hand...the Dead Shall RISE!

And their greeting is: rise flesh!

The fact I'll give is that these guys are the blackest night you see described within so many lantern oaths. A doomsday event of unparalleled proportions that could only be beaten by one light and one light alone.

The white lantern corps and it's white light of life. Considering black is a void for all colors and emotions it only makes sense for white to be the reflection and combination of all colors and emotions. 

The corps comes from mastering all seven of the spectrums colors(i think another form of white lantern exists but i forgot) I'm a little tongue. I don't actually know too much about them im afraid. Other them there power to access every color in the emotional spectrum(black is excluded because it's not a color and they're mortal enemies) 

The most iconic lantern of all is kyle rayner. I think he's usually the only white lantern

The entity for the corps Is called the life entity

The ring well… the ring of an all powerful corps it has access to all the powers of the other corps

There oath is: in brightest day,there will be light.to cleanse the soul,to set wrongs right. When. Darkness falls look to the sky, a new dawn comes... let there be light!

And there greeting is:destiny awaits

I don't actually know too much about these guys i'm afraid. Aside from them having access to every power of the other corps

Well that and that to my knowledge there is usually one white lantern seen in comics and stories and that's kyle himself

And that leaves our final corps… the ultraviolet lanterns

This is technically the last lantern corp because everything else is … very single ring or very much not fleshed out. 

This corp is the corp of Repressed negative emotions(emotions such as pity,shame,hatred and loss are the prime fuel for this ring)

This ring itself has a very big downside aside from its emotional charge… you're not in control of yourself. It isn't brainwashing like the indigo tribe either, the light controls you. And by light I mean the 'heart/entity for the corps. A being known as umbrax making this corp very dangerous because umbrax is drawn to the races that the most self destructive

Now we do see instances of people having full control while wielding the ultra violet light. 

There iconic members

Sinestro 

And john stewart were able to find ways to find out how.

The corps power rings are the most interesting thing in my opinion.

What i mean is  there rings are tattoos instead of normal rings

The lantern oath is: By shield of day, and shield of nightwe feed and grow, beyond all sightyour darkest self shall be our knightwield the sword of unseen light!

I couldn't really find a greeting so maybe we could make one for them.

Okay i hold very little hope of this working out the way i want it to because of last time but I'll try to be optimistic since i gutted and cut down as much of this as i could

I did this as abridged go about of them as possible because i wanted to ask you all where you'd place the character of tmnt if they got lantern rings.

[gaoau]

A good night to a friend, but a farewell to the empty shell in the mirror that will crumble by tomorrow

Kill Yourself warnings — none. word count — 668

prev.

"Are you sure about this?"

"'Round sixty percent."

"Fuck." Music fills the bathroom they both stand in, a playlist he found years ago and she was the first person he showed it to. [Name] fills her lungs with air, pretending it's the courage she needs to face this new fear. "Okay, do it."

"Three, two—"

Blood flows as she grits her teeth; not from a wound or a punch Atsumu didn't mean, but from a wanted puncture improvised with a safety clip, symbolizing the death of a self to make room for a new one. She purses her lips and whines at the burning of rivers of warm crimson trailing from the upper cartilage of her ear and dripping to the floor. Atsumu presses a cotton ball soaking with alcohol to the open flesh, guiding [Name]'s hand to hold it despite the pain.

"Cool, lemme do the other." It's more a light-hearted announcement rather than a request of permission. He turns her face so her ear is basking in light and the coldness of the safety pin elicits a startled flinch from her. "Three, two—" Atsumu chuckles when he doesn't reach one, the pointed metal piercing through [Name]'s skin with ease.

She wipes both ears clean of blood and uses her warm fingers to hook the steel hoops Atsumu had in the depth of his drawers. The image the mirror reflects back is that of a human coming to life piece by piece. It takes nine months for a baby to form completely; it takes a second to kill oneself; it's an indeterminate process to come back to life. She won't know she's complete until she decides to kill herself again.

The buzzing of Atsumu's hair clipper tugs her out of her own head—or whatever is left of it. He positions her head staring straight ahead, looking into the mirror as he maps out all the different ways he can shoot bullets into her temples or slice her neck wide open. "How 'bout I line it with yer brows?" His nail traces a separation on her scalp, pulling two sections of her hair away from each other.

"Yours is lower," she points out, her eyes scanning over his undercut in the mirror.

"That's a no?"

"Go for it."

Tying the hair he's allowing her to keep, strands of strong roots and split ends flutter down like every tear not worth shedding, every tear she swears not to shed again. A weight disappears not only from her head and shoulders, but also from her chest. Her body is lighter as she buries pieces of her older self; her mistakes and good deeds, her choices and decisions never made, her lies and volatile truths.

She's content with letting Atsumu be the one to end her life. He's someone that kills himself on a daily basis, never glancing back at the pile of corpses and empty carcasses of his old self. Someone that changes every single day, with or without fear of choosing a new life every time. He wakes up a clean slate and crashes into bed with bleeding wrists. She wants to leave all the nonsense running through her mind to someone like him.

Atsumu yawns while flicking off his clipper. He pats [Name]'s shoulders free of stray hair before pushing her out the door. "We'll finish tomorrow. Crash on the couch, I dunno."

"Hospitality, my favorite." Traces of a rotting corpse litter the tiles of his bathroom as he guides her away to her temporary bed. Their exhausted chuckles mix with the last beats of the song currently playing, and Atsumu shuts his phone off to leave only laughter. [Name] calls out to him before he vanishes into his room and he meets her gaze with a raised brow. "Thanks for helping me kill myself." Her busted lip curls into a pleased simper built with fading memories.

"Anytime, [Name]. Night."

"Good night."

[the-slasher-files]

SLASHER FLIES' BLOOD FEST: WEEK TWO

GIVE IN [Michael x fem!reader x Corey]

prompts: GORE. TOYS. FLUFF. CNC.

keywords: COLD. RAPTURE

"oh come on, it will be fun! Kind of like that movie It,"

"You mean with that weird shapeshifting clown monster?"

"Haha, yes, the weird shapeshifting clown monster"

You held hands with your boyfriend, playfully shoving each other and the natural banter always seemed to flow with you two. You were both glad just to have the day off to spend together, although this wasn't his idea of a fun date but the rumours and stories drew you in, especially so close to Halloween. Traversing down the dried-out river bank and through the broken trees you finally came to what you had been looking for; The open sewers of Haddonfield.

"Oh my god, yes!" You excitedly exclaimed, turning on your phone flashlight, already stepping foot into the tunnel before you felt a tug on your arm.

"You cannot be serious" He looked at you with the same look a stern father might give you but that was simply ignored and you pulled him into the dark.

"Yes. I brought you all the way here to just look at the sewers and not go in," You sarcastically snarked back "Now let's go, I just want to see if the rumours were true"

Lighting up the dreary sewers the walls were concrete with cracked bricks, pipes dripped above you and cobwebs shimmered in the low light along with the small stream of water beneath your feet. Slowly it began to open up with a maze of tunnels, some blocked off with metal grates and others leading into an endless pit of darkness.

"Those stories you've been texting me about when I'm trying to be sleeping?" He teased, brushing his shoulder against yours and instinctively he pulled you a little closer as you two walked.

"You know that's always when my brain thinks about weird things," The corner of your lips twitched in a sassy smirk "But yes. Apparently, a bunch of satanic shit happens down here and rituals and I don't know some story about a girl being murdered but I honestly couldn't find much on that one" You rambled on a little, passing a tunnel that turned off to the right

"Wait, wait, wait. What?" Your boyfriend asked with a furrowed brow and he paused, jerking your hand a little so you would look at him. "Babe, yo-"

Suddenly he was cut off by the sound of wet squelching and his eyes went wide in terror and pain. His lips opened to say something but only a trickle of blood began to flow and he gurgled, sputtering words at you that sounded like jibberish as his eyes faded. Reaching out to you, his body jerked back and in one movement a blade came out of the shadows, slitting your boyfriends throat almost to the bones. White cartilage peaked from the strings of muscle that had been forced apart, his head hung back allowing a river of crimson so deep it looked black cascading down his body and meeting another wound; The initial wound where something had been plunged through his stomach and you screamed. An echoing barrage through the sewers made something stir in the shadows but all you were focused on was your boyfriend bleeding out in front of you.

"OH MY GODDDDD!!" You wailed, dropping your phone into the growing puddle of blood and his body collapsed revealing the cold smile of the killer.

"Ssshhhh... You'll wake him" The man whispered and began to laugh quietly, stalking forward.

It was him. It was Corey Cunningham. You two had been talking for about a month now and things were only getting more and more heated between you two, especially recently at the Halloween party thrown by some friends. You stuck to your word however, you had a boyfriend and needed to end it with him first before jumping into something else, and that would be hard with his painted reputation. He was labeled as the boogeyman as the town needed someone to blame for everything that went wrong after the true boogeyman of Haddonfield had disappeared into a blood-drenched night. You never really believed the towns talk about him but the sight in front of you told the truth; Dark navy mechanics jumpsuit splattered in viscera, large butched knife in his right hand, curly waves hanging down on his bruised forehead and his eyes were black with a deep thrill.

Stepping back, your breath was heavy "C-Corey, Corey please. What the fuck are you doing?"

Your question only made him laugh louder, licking the corner of his lips where some blood drops landed "We can finally be together now. I promised you I would light that match for you... Watch the world burn," he paused, opening his arms in a way for trying to get you to see he was no threat as he stayed quiet until the word that followed was in a yell "REMEMBER?!"

It made you flinch, not just by the way his voice reverberated through the tunnels but there was something in him now like a poison, and you couldn't help but be drawn to it.

"Cor—" Unexpectedly your words had been cut short in your throat as something bigger, stronger and with a dark destructive energy hit your back when you were walking backwards.

"Don't be afraid," Corey whispered, coming face to face with you now he brushed some hairs out of your face with bloody fingers "Don't you feel this between us? Feel that we are the only ones for each other?"

His questions were in a desperate ask, searching your eyes for the need to have him. The look in his brown eyes made you sick but God, there was that sweetness like a soft puppy behind them and you leaned a little forward, his nose brushing against yours.

"...Give in"

Heavy breaths fell out of your open lips unsure of where this whole thing was going, not only were Corey's hands on you but now a set of larger hands were too. You didn't speak for no words could even come out. Lost in a haze and shock that held you frozen in place only feeling what the two men were doing; Groping, pulling, pushing adjusting their hips, sliding hands up and down your body like a new toy they got for Christmas. One was more gentle than the other and your eyes fluttered once the man behind you adjusted his leg to be between yours and you looked back seeing the burnt, chipped and greying mask. His eyes were black but burning into your skull like a predator reborn. Instantly the fear bubbled up inside you and your instincts kicked in, RUN. However, the shape behind you felt that instinct, sensed it and was one step ahead, roughly grabbing your throat in one hand and the other held your hip in place, even pulling you back further to be straight against him feeling all that you were doing to the beast.

Corey's cheek rubbed against yours softly, beginning to sweetly kiss along your hairline with a small chuckle, "Baby, I wouldn't do that... I promise he won't hurt you, especially when you're being such a good girl for us,"

That praise was honey coated but dripped in a lie, knowing he could never control the man behind you, "You're so fucking sexy like this,"

Slowly, Corey's warm and soft hands wet with blood slipped into your jeans. He was so gentle with you that it was almost disturbing against the roughness of Michael squeezing your throat and bruising your hip but you couldn't help yourself from rolling your hips back on the shape's leg.

"That's it, babygirl. That's it" Corey's fingers circled and rubbed softly your pussy "Aw, you're so wet already, huh? Aching for us? Being such a needy girl?"

Like those words were a cue, the hand that was on your hip disappeared and you heard the dragging of a metal zipper. What you were feeling came free, pressing along your back there was a small whimper in your throat signally Corey to unbutton your jeans and he tugged them down along with your soaked panties. Michael adjusted his legs, shifting your hips so his cock was rubbing your sex.

"Give in, pretty girl... Give in" Corey trailed kisses down your body before getting on his knees in front of you.

Brown eyes looked up at you, pulling your shirt up and licking small trails along your stomach whispering over and over "Give in"

Slowly you did just that, allowing your head to fall back and one of your hands drifted into Corey's curly locks as Michael shifted, pushing himself inside you. A choked gasp fell into a moan echoing through the hidden tunnels. He was so big, filling and stretching you like you had never experienced and mixing with Corey finally giving one lick made your legs weak.

"Ffffuck, you taste so good" He growled as Michael began to move faster, finding his own rhythm. "Such perfect little pussy getting stretched so good, huh?... Let me hear those moans, baby"

Sweet words met deep guttural groans behind you feeling your body get lost in the rapture, being served on a platter to two wolves that needed you in many different ways; One just for necessity and the other for deep need to have someone. An orchestra of moans, whimpers, growls, groans and praise could be heard through the night in blood and need. You were now in the monster's hell that was just lying beneath the ground.

[vtoriacore]

✧ a deity without mercy

tw: religion (many references to christianity), mentions of death + torture

note: i’m late to the imposter sagau but i felt the need to write something angry and this came out lol, i hope it doesn’t completely flop 💀 i read too many fics where the reader ends up sad but i want them to fuck shit up and put a few people in their place so, here!

synopsis: as the creator, facing all injustice possible upon entering the realm of teyvat, you have had enough. the mercy they didn’t spare you was not going to be their saving grace; vengeance and retribution will be yours for their collective transgressions against the divine.

Three months. It had been three months since you entered the world of Teyvat. And not for a single day, not for a single hour, not for a single still moment had anyone offered you your well deserved salvation. No, your salvation would only come under one condition; no longer existing within this realm. But your thoughts strayed far from a peaceful exit; would this world fall apart in all its complexity with you? Would all those who wronged you feel the overwhelming guilt and despair pooling at their feet, ready to drown in the sea of false allegations and inhumane accusations they directed at you? 

Would they feel the crushing realisation their oh so merciful god, one they had so cruelly treated, tried to exile, execute, exterminate- was the one responsible for the destruction of this once beautiful land, bathing it in rivers of crimson from the very civilians who didn't do it justice? Didn't do you justice?

Countless times had you thought about your own demise and about how it would manifest. Perhaps Childe would finally hunt you down without further prolonging this repetitive game of cat and mouse. Or maybe the Vigilant Yaksha, conqueror of demons and evidently gods alike, would once and for all finish his brutal endeavours with one final blow, each previous leaving you with a horrendous scar and a memory to match. Maybe even the mighty Raiden Shogun of Inzauma herself would strike twice. And yet here you sit, unable to feel anything but a shallow need for comfort, one that would extinguish that miserably dancing flame within you.

Although the more you thought about everything that had led you up to this point, the more the gnawing feeling of distributing divine retribution clawed at your mind. They all deserve it, every single one of them. Your stay has been nothing short of misery. And what comes around, must come back around. Not once, but twice.

'The Devil himself would cower at this treatment,' you mused. Dante knew nothing of inferno, religious scriptures from your previous world nothing of eternal hell, humans nothing of the true meaning of suffering. 

Your blood boiled within you.

What right did they have to anoint you as the imposter threatening to harm their real god, much less with your own ethereal blood? Disgrace at the notion, sacrilege at the deed! Uncontrollable rage simmered within your body . All sinners and not a single saint in sight. There were no disciples walking this cursed land, none who could call themselves prophets, none who could claim themselves worshippers. 

You stood. One step is all it took. You knew they would feel the rumble- feel the sickening cracks of the earth as it split in its wake, negating all who stand in its way. Your bones rattled within you, ears adjusting to the new level of noise as you felt your ear drums shatter at the sheer volume. 

It was a type of pain that should have you falling to your knees and tearing your lungs apart from the bloodcurdling screams, scratching your throat until you can't even begin to think of breathing ever again. And yet, your body sustained it all. Every tremor threatening to splinter your bones. Every jolt of electricity crashing down onto the earth as the maroon hued sky roared with great tenacity. Every single expulsion of blistering heat coming from below the crust of the earth.

The screams of those who wronged you echoed in your head, and you couldn't deny the adrenaline inducing pleasure pulsing through your veins as months turned millennia of unbridled rage finally unleashed, gave way to events so irreversibly catastrophic you almost willed up some pity. But alas, you didn't have any to give. Not when they had none to spare.

You could only focus on those who tormented you the most, however. Nothing but satisfaction filled your being at every unnoticed - no, purposefully ignored plea for salvation. The very salvation they had the audacity to deny you.

"You have the nerve to beg for my forgiveness now?" your jarring voice roared over all else, and the silence following after only prodded you to carry on.

"The nerve to seek my help after all that you've subjected me to?" fists clenched, you marched through the chaos as the Inazuman landscape morphed from its once beautiful scenery filled with many hues of indigos and lilacs into a charred, barren terrain reeking of nothing but death. You should've felt regret over diminishing your own creation into nothing, and yet as the sky threatened to collapse under the pressure of your gaze, you only smiled. 

"You have defiled my holy temple, and for each time you did so I will reduce more of Teyvat to rubble," you remembered the way they drew their spears, high into the air and ready to strike.

"I will pour blood out like water all over Teyvat," you recounted the shackles of self-doubt they dared place on your hands, feet dragging along the cold stone to an untimely demise you thought would come.

"And there will be no one to bury the dead!" you recalled the way their glares settled on your frame, hunched over and staining the grass around you crimson red.

'Help us, O our Lord, our saviour

for the glory of your name;

deliver us and forgive our sins . . .'

You did not try and supress the cackle emitting past your lips at the prayer, eyes lit aflame like the very scenery all around you, 'The irony! Oh, the irony!' 

Have they ever forgiven the sins you haven't committed? Have they ever bathed your name in glory? Have they ever offered a respite from the struggles you faced because of them?

You will hold all their transgressions against them, and your mercy will not come in their desperate need of saving. Their words are meaningless, and you will make it known amongst their nations that you will avenge every drop of blood they had spilled on your body's behalf.  Your divine body they had so disgracefully tarnished with their dirty hands.

"Heed my warning! I will pour out my wrath on the nations, that did not acknowledge me! On the kingdoms, that have forsaken my name! For you have devoured me, and destroyed me within!" your voice quavered with vehemence, "You have lost the right to refer to me as your Lord!"

"My very people, the sheep of my pasture! You have all contributed to the demise of my land, and your collective essence will be the payment for the debt you accumulated," the surge of emotion you felt failed to quell your aching from pure hatred heart as you looked on at the hell you brought from ground up.

"What you owe me far transcends life itself, and I will be granted what I am due," by the strength of your being, your ambition and your will, you will not preserve them for they are all condemned to forfeit their entirety. 

[universallychaoticpan]

I was thinking about this last night and I think ur the perfect person to write this❤ so what if Dazai and s/o is in a very dangerous mission and in the middle of the mission he calls reader to back out because she plays the attacker role but reader INSISTED that she WILL end the mission/kill the enemy and she did but she also landed into a 1 week coma....i kinda want to see Dazai's reaction and how this will play out in ur head🙂

This is delicious- yes. I love. I tried my best, I hope you enjoy. :)

The incessant beeping numbed him to everything but his own terrible thought- and this time, you weren't here to pull him away.

Don't be misunderstood; you were very much in the room. But you weren't with him. Your chest rose and fell like waves on the sea as your breathing ebbed and flowed; according to the hated machine, your heart still beat away underneath your skin. But you weren't here. Your skin was missing the million shades of color that had been stolen by the fluorescent lights above, but more than that...

you simply looked frail. You looked like a bird who had lost it's ability to fly and gone streaking to the grounds, wings shattered and torn. It was an unnatural look for someone like you; someone who never wavered. Who never backed down. Someone who loved fierce and strong as they fought; fierce as they lived.

And it was his fault you were like this. It was all his fault that your face lay stagnant, that your body sat unresponsive to the world that didn't cease for a moment in your absence. It made him want to scream how nothing changed even when your life, a life so bright and good could be in such danger and yet, the world marched on. He couldn't leave you; not this way. But no matter how he ached to be near you, the pain of the past still gripped him hard whenever he looked at you. He recounted every mistake that day.

One: He insisted you two could take on the riskiest part of the mission alone, refusing the help of other agency members.

Two: He mistook the number of approaching enemies and led you to believe there were few enough of them to split up.

Three: When he had finished, he had taken too long. He had left you alone for too long and it came to haunt him still.

You were fighting tooth and nail, your opponents moving just as fast as you did; like a mess of writhing vipers you clawed for the upper hand. And you had looked for him.

You looked for him and when your eyes met, the relief that flooded your eyes filled him with joy so bright and warm he knew if he hadn't already been in love with you, he would have fallen for you in that very moment: when you were strong and needed no one, you were relived when you saw him safe;

safe and coming to help you.

Your past selves reminded him how he had called for you to back away- to let him finish. You had done the hard work anyway, before your gun had run out; all that was left was to finish the fight. You clutched your wounded shoulder, blood seeping from between your fingers as you had wearily fallen back to his side.

The fight didn't last long after that. A few gunshots was all it took before the only two standing; a familiar feeling. But when he turned to look at you, to leave and head back to the others, you were already falling to the ground. Another glance was all it took; blood, seeping through your middle, the layers of clothes you had on no longer doing anything to conceal the crimson liquid now spilling in rivers from you. Your forehead was beaded with sweat; your breathing labored and shallow. Your mouth was in a slight smile as you whispered to him.

'we won, right? tell me..."

You had trailed off, your voice growing weaker as your eyes fluttered shut. All the while, Dazai was begging, pleading for you not to go. He was asking you to stay, to not leave him, oh god not another one and please not you- he shouted for help until someone had come, until his voice was gone; and then he waited.

He waited beside you as you slept in limbo, his hand resting atop yours, like if he stayed just so long enough, the life in his body would flood back into yours and you would be alright. You would be safe. You would open your eyes, those lovely eyes, and you would smile that way only you could. And he would kiss you and apologize time and time again for not protecting you better, for not being there sooner. He fantasized about the moment you would wake up and he could smile at you, knowing you were safe again.

He watched, and waited and kept silent vigil over you, promising anything to just have you back. Because he didn't deserve you; didn't deserve your love or your patience or the million nights you had stayed when it would have been so much easier for you to just forget him. He didn't deserve you; but you didn't deserve to die because of him.

And in the end, Dazai could do nothing. He could do nothing but watch the movement of your quiet breaths and wait, counting seconds with the machine ticking off seconds with the steady thrum of your heart. He could only wait

and hope to the heavens that that infernal sound, the one measuring each agonizing instant of your pulse never stopped.

[cherryjuicegf]

death of a poet

for @whataboutthebard september 16 whump prompt: major character death || geraskier, T, 1.8k, angst, implied/referenced suicide (kind of)

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The greatest act of love, they say, is to die for it.

Jaskier laughed, always laughed at this concept. There’s no doubt, of course, one’s whole life lost as a declaration of love, the highest sacrifice. But not the only one. And it amazed him, how people never seemed to acknowledge anything else, how fairytales of noble knights ended with them throwing their lives away, and for what? For love. Always for love. There was no doubt, and if there was, who was he to utter it?

Still. He wondered, the roots of the poet he was meant to be growing inside him, blooming since childhood. And he wondered, why, why die for love, why not live for it? Why waste this blooming of hearts in the eternal darkness, in grief and the wailing complaint of what could have been? Why, when there is so much beauty in the love of living things? He wondered, always wondered. And his mother smiled, with this faint bitterness of unexpected knowledge, and whispered, you can live for love if you want, sweet child, but one day you’ll understand.

Yet he didn’t understand. And he hated it, hated that he didn’t. Hated that he couldn’t find anything to try and understand in the first place. One day he would understand, yet people smiled at him, flowers bloomed in spring, birds sang on the branches, the wine tasted so sweet and the strings of the lute sounded so magical in the evening hush. And he wondered, always wondered, when would the day come, and what greater love there is, that you’re willing to die for it, even if you don’t lay eyes upon it ever again?

The fire in the hearth suddenly goes out.

A tragic fate, the mage had laughed. True love’s kiss. No one could ever love a monster.

I love him. He’s not a monster.

He’s not?

Geralt’s eyes are glowing in a light Jaskier hasn’t seen before, in a light he never wishes to see again. They’re glowing, and something unworldly glows with them, laughs with the evil memory of fairy tales, and evil sorceresses and true love’s kisses. As the blade glistens dangerously close to his eyes, as he walks backward in trembling steps, he thinks they’re so far away from what would make a beautiful fairytale to tell children before sleep. There will be no happy ending here. Somehow he knows.

There’s a tickle on his fingertips, burning.

The sword whips beside his ear and he stumbles back once more, panting, breath coming out strained. He raises his head, looks at Geralt. Or what he remembers was Geralt. Because now what he sees seems foreign, cold, and the amber in his eyes doesn’t warm him like the sun anymore, instead burns, like a fire which he willingly, inevitably steps into. There’s a lump caught in his throat, a sob screaming to get out. And, as though on instinct, with the strongest pang of guilt numbing his bones, he has to remind himself. He’s not a monster, he’s not a monster. He’s not Geralt. Geralt is not a monster.

For a moment, for the barest of seconds, he meets Geralt’s, no, the man’s eyes and, like the fool, like the poet he is, he hopes. “Geralt,” he says and his voice shakes weakly with the terrifying hint of denial, “Geralt, it’s me, please.” The air is ripped by the blade once again, he steps back, eyes still locked with amber. A whimper. “Come back to me, love, please. I love you, come back.”

For a moment, for the barest of seconds, the sun entering from the narrow, stained window reflects on Geralt’s eyes and something familiar glints behind them, a distant scream of a heart wailing to get out. But it’s only for a moment. Because Geralt growls and lowers his sword again with maniacal force and Jaskier screams, ducks and falls on his knees in an ironic parody of a plea for mercy. There’s a feeling of wetness on his bicep and he hisses as crimson blood stains the white sleeve. Not his fault, Jaskier reminds himself, not his fault.

It’s not his fault, yet he wants to cry as he stares into his eyes, cold like the blade that threatens to tear him to pieces, cold like the countless winter nights he’s spent without him, cold like his hand as he grasps it desperately, pushes him back in a failed attempt to trap him, in a foolish, hopeless hope of making him throw the sword away.

A true love’s kiss, he thinks, and almost laughs, because it sounds more like a death wish. And he’s starting to think it will be.

And then he sees Geralt raising his hand and before he has time to think about it, he’s being swept back with the most violent wind, and falls head first on the wall behind him. And slumps to fall on his knees. But there’s a sudden sting on his abdomen and he opens his eyes just in time to see the silver blade pointed on tender skin and jolts back with a gasp, stuck on the wall. “Fuck, Geralt,” he pants and looks at him and, for some reason, he expects his stare to be requited. It is. But it’s empty. It’s empty, and the sword on his stomach tickles painfully and the room is whirling. He blinks hard, gasps again. He can’t hold on, he knows.

And as he gazes at Geralt, he remembers. Warmth. Faint smiles, fingers down his back. Lips tasting of sweet wine, and flowers on his hair, and sleepy eyes staring at him before dropping, and love, and safety, and home . And finally, finally he understands.

He hates that he understands. But then again, the blade is cold like a hug full of regrets and Geralt’s eyes are empty and, oh, what he wouldn’t give to see those eyes, familiar and warm and looking at him again, even if it’s for the last time. He hasn’t much left to give, truth be told. Only his hope, and his life, and he feels them both competing for which is going to reach the end of the line.

“Geralt,” he whispers, again, and that spare root of hope he had starts to rot. “Geralt, please, don’t...” Are those tears? His eyes are burning. “Wake up, love, it’s me.”

What hope? He knows there is not. He knows, because it’s empty, forever empty, and the blade stings deeper and he pleads, Geralt, Geralt, Geralt, as if it means anything anymore, as if it’s Geralt.

He understands. And knows, if he’s to die, he has to die the way he lived, by love, as a poet. For love, then. As a poet, and for love.

So he straightens himself, eyes steady on Geralt. And takes a step forward against the blade.

It’s numbing, the pain. Another step. He gasps, chokes on his own blood. Another step, and Geralt stares, empty, blade steady in place as though on purpose, but there’s a familiar glint somewhere in there now, a familiar fear. Jaskier is close. His feet are giving in, his breath is shortening, and it’s a pity really, such a torturous death.. He’s close. So close that he can rest on Geralt’s shoulder, and he feels the blade ripping his flesh, his insides, his everything. He coughs up blood, chokes, eyes rolling to the back of his head. And he feels the blade dripping behind him. And he feels Geralt’s breath on his skin. So he cups his face in a shaking hand, and leans in.

It’s nothing. A brush of lips, tender in all its agony. It’s nothing. The world is blurring. It’s love.

It’s nothing.

The sword slips away as he falls, leaving behind nothing but a puddle of unending blood and slowly consuming darkness and he thinks, it’s supposed to be bright, it’s supposed to hurt less now.

He thinks, he’s supposed to spare himself from Geralt’s anguished look when he comes to, and realizes.

Instead.

“Jaskier!”

He doesn’t feel the pain. Only his body, lifted from the floor, and the scorching blood and the arms, those arms that hold him so tight he wants to scream all the apologies, all the regrets of the world. He doesn’t need to. They all echo in Geralt’s eyes.

It’s sweet, the pain. It’s melodic, the plea. Jaskier, please, stay with me, you fool, you’re alright, stay with me.

He wants to laugh. He’s long gone.

The greatest act, to die for love. A fitting ending, for a poet. He wishes someone will write it, this story, their story, and maybe give it a happier ending. Maybe they will go to the coast. Maybe they’ll end up closing their eyes together, holding each other tight, and maybe there’s no blood, only bitter tears of happiness.

It’s a fairytale. It can’t be tragic.

I love you, you’ll be alright, please, please don’t leave me alone.

A forehead pressed against his and he stares at Geralt and, oh, how he misses him already, and how bright he looks in his sorrow, how beautiful behind the veil that slowly falls between them. Jaskier parts his lips, chokes. “Geralt,” he croaks and it sounds like a sob uttered by every single wilting flower in the world. “Geralt, look at me.” He raises a trembling hand on his face, his fingertips leaving smudges of blood over the falling tears.

Geralt doesn’t look. Only stares at the wound, and back at Jaskier, unfocused, horrified, numb, as though it won’t happen if he doesn’t acknowledge.

It’s darker now, and there’s a last grip holding him back, and Jaskier knows it’s the warmth of Geralt’s hug, always is. “If I die for you, will you live for me, love?” he whispers and finally, finally Geralt turns at him, eyes wide, and Jaskier smiles, something close to a wince, as though it’ll hurt less like that, letting go.

Geralt shakes his head. “If I refuse will you stay alive?”

A huff. Painful. “No. No, I don’t think so.” It’s silent like the breeze now, his voice. Jaskier wipes the rivers of tears on Geralt’s cheek and smiles again, and this time it’s genuine, probably because it’s the last one. “It’s alright, hush. You’re not alone.” Shaking, he removes silver strands away from Geralt’s eyes, and slumps, leans on his shoulder as though finally resting. “Hush now, my love. Let me look into your eyes one last time.”

He does. He looks. It’s the same eyes, same as always, warm and loving, like a tender caress.

To die for love. How tragic. But what is a poet’s love, if not the most heart-wrenching tragedy?

The bloodied hand gently falls on the floor.

There’s a streak of red light coming through the stained window, and rests on blue eyes, mistaking them for the peaceful sea after a storm in their stillness.

They stare, forever open, and somehow forever warm.

They stare, and Geralt finally stares back. And slowly, agonizingly, like a sob echoing in eternity between the pages of every promised fairytale, he screams.

[xoxo-teddybear]

He’s Lost - Bakugou Katsuki - Part 2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: angst, slightest fluff, cursing, physical harm mentions, lowkey little yandere obsessive hints, smut, 18+, daddy kink, sad boi Bakugou    :(

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Summary: Bakugou’s been going through hell ever since the breakup. He’s been so lost without you. But he’s willing to do whatever it takes to win back his Teddy bear. Everything and anything for the love of his life.

*Everyone is of age for legal consent (which is 16 in Japan, if you are uncomfortable with it please move along, thx<3)*

A/N: Bakugou is a little OOC but the main thing in the beginning starts with fixing up Katsuki a little bit. So sorry if you don’t really enjoy it all that much<3

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Melancholy music bounces off the walls of the dark room. The river of tears that flow down his once perfect porcelain skin is everlasting. As he lays in the soft bed, staring at the ceiling, he thinks about all he could’ve done better for you. In his hand, the same framed picture of you both that he’s held onto every night ever since the horrible incident. Y/N L/N. Like a song that’s stuck on loop. It’s the only thing that runs through his mind.

The door swiftly opens, and much to his disliking, a massive amount of light now enters the former den of manliness pit of depression.

To show his displeasure, Bakugou rolled himself in the blankets, covering his entire body in them and being the picture inside with him as well. With different circumstances, Y/N would’ve thought it was cute or adorable, but it wasn’t Y/N that opened the door.

“Really Bakubro?” The blonde’s best friend spoke.

Eijirou Kirishima. The best friend of our dearest sad boy. He’s been letting his Bakubro crash in his dorm room because Katsuki refuses to clean his own. It looks exactly the same as it did on Valentine’s Day. Just a little different.

Rose petals were dead and dried up on his floors, candles were nearly melted to the bottom as they lay everywhere in the room, the curry was thankfully thrown out by Kirishima claiming that he could smell the spoiled aroma all the way from his room. But the presents, letter, and new gear stayed in the exact same spots. Bakugou didn’t feel worthy enough to be blessed with all the stuff but he was oh so desperate to be worthy. Worthy of your time, your love, and you in general.

Bakugou let out a grumbled whine of displeasure. He could feel the disappointment and concern radiating off his friend. As Katsuki poked just his face out of the covers, he was met with the expression that represented those two things.

“You can’t keep living like this bro,” Kirishima began, “You can’t keep hallowing in sadness in my room. I wanna help you, but you gotta help yourself too. Ever since you and Y/N split-“ Bakugou quickly interrupted.

“We didn’t split, she left me!” The blonde cried.

“...Right, okay. Well ever since Y/N left you, you’re not the same. You stay in here, playing the same damn sad tunes, covering yourself in my blankets, crying all day, and holding onto that picture! You haven’t even been to class or training! Shit man, you don’t even come out of my room to eat food! I gotta bring your plate here just to make sure that you’re properly fed. You’re a mess Bakugou. And not even the hot kind!” His best friend was right. He was a mess. And not even the hot kind.

“Well what the hell am I supposed to do shitty hair?” Bakugou said while dragging the covers over his face once more. Inside the blanket he held onto the picture as if it were actually you.

The fake red head snatched the covers off of his friend’s body and forced him up.

The said friend didn’t take too kindly to that and growled in displeasure.

“What the fuck Kirishima,” Bakugou said, a little to calm and chilling.

“Dont give me that bull Katsuki. You gotta get her back. I would say move on, but it’s clear you can’t.” Kirishima said while rolling his eyes.

Bakugou mirrored the action and said “yea no shit genius. I can’t and won’t move on.”

“So then go get her man!” Kirishima yelled

“And how the fuck am I supposed to do that? Huh?!” Bakugou was so confused. In what way was it going to be possible to win you back?

“Figure it out! Look Bakugou, I’ll be here to help you along the way, but you gotta figure this shit out on your own. This is your relationship here, if you want it as bad as you claim you do then prove it. You want Y/N back? Then fight for her, idiot!” The blonde’s eyes seemed to go wide.

Two words stuck out to Katsuki during his friend’s little speech. Prove it. Fuck yeah he will! He’ll prove to the whole damn universe how much he wants you back. More importantly, he’ll prove it to you and win you back.

The iconic Bakugou smirk reappeared on Katsuki’s face. Kirishima took it as a good sign. “Alright shitty hair, you want me to prove how badly I want Y/N back. FINE!” The two friends pulled the iconic bro hug to seal the deal.

(You know? That shit that guys do where they high five and pull each other in with that one hand for the quickest hug and pat each other on the back? You know what I’m talking about.)

“Welcome back Katsuki.” Kirishima gladly stated. “Now get the fuck out of my room man, I’m sick of sleeping on the common room couches and you reek. Take a shower. And get your own clothes from your own room.”

As Kirishima pushed him out into the hallway and shut the door, it hit Bakugou like a bus. This would be Katsuki’s first challenge. Going back into the room filled with the torn love.

As Katsuki opened the door holding onto the picture, he felt his heart sink. He saw the damage. Melted candles, dried petals, the gifts and letter. Even the nasty smell of the spoiled curry still remained. As Katsuki gathered the courage to walk in and place the picture on the messy nightstand, it’s like the room was holding onto some sad emotions. Heartache and regret filled Katsuki’s chest. He couldn’t believe how fast it happened. He thought he would at least have a minute or two before he felt the pain again. Man, did it hurt like hell.

Katsuki dashed to his closet grabbing the first things he saw. He grabbed his shower container that held all his soaps and cleaning utensils and ran out the room, shutting the door. Once out, he let out a breath of relief.

“...after I clean myself up, the room’s next.” Katsuki said with determination as he walked towards the boy’s community showers and bath house.

When the hot water hit his skin, he felt a sense of calm. It wasn’t the same as the warmth of Kirishima’s blankets. It was better. The water and hot steam completely engulfed him in relaxation. The water washed away not only the dirt and grime, but also some of the tense feelings. For a moment, he felt at ease.

As Katsuki walked out the bathing area now fully clothed and dried, he made his way back to his room. He stood there, staring at the knob until he felt he was ready. Once he opened the door, the emotions hit him once again. Like a wave of sadness washed over his entire body. Finally, he stepped in.

First things first. Open up these windows. Let out that disgusting air filled with spoiled curry and sad emotions. When Katsuki took a breath a fresh air, he felt so alive. Much better than he has in days.

Now, we gotta move stuff. Katsuki picked up his dirty laundry and put it in his closet to wash later. He moved all his presents up off the floor and onto the bed. He swepted all the dead petals and toss them in his trash can. He threw out all the ruined candles and sprayed the room with air fresheners. He fixed up his bed and placed the picture frame back on his now cleaned nightstand. Next to it, a lit candle that smelled of caramel.

Katsuki took a seat at his desk. He was back to thinking about Y/N and all that he could do to win her back. As he checked his clock, he realized just how late it was. Kirishima came back to him at the end of class and training which was around 6. He spent an hour talking to Katsuki, and then Katsuki spent 4 hours cleaning himself and his room. It was 11:00 now. Way past his usual bed time. He’ll figure things out in the morning.

Katsuki smiled to himself as he layed in his own bed. He was finally on the right track again and one step closer to getting his teddy bear back. He turned to the picture frame, and grabbed onto it, hugging it while he slept. Katsuki was getting better but he wasn’t whole again. He needed Y/N to help him sleep alright, so holding the picture at night will have to do. He couldn’t wait till he woke up in the morning. Tomorrow he had school, he’ll get to see Y/N’s beautiful face for the first time in awhile, but before that, you bet your ass he’s waking up extra early to come up with a plan.

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The next morning

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *click!*

The blonde smacked his alarm button before he rose up and stretched his body. Today was the day. He’s gets to see Y/N again. Bakugou just sits in place staring at nothing. Just taking 2 minutes to regain full consciousness. Once he’s set, he’s up and getting ready. It’s 4 in the morning now, so he begins to strategize.

Katsuki is pulling out easels and white boards. Pulling out notebooks and writing down facts. What Y/N is interested in, her favorite hobbies and foods, where she likes to spend her time, what she could need help with that Bakugou could assist her with. He’s also writing down the highlights of their relationship and what she seemed to enjoy best about him. He’ll be keeping that as a reference for when he needs to reassess on how he should treat her better. He will do better this time. That’s a promise to himself and you.

After half an hour of slightly struggling, he reaches out for help. Now at 4:30 a.m, here was the blonde knocking at his best friend’s door.

Rock music is blasting, sweat is flying everywhere and punches are being thrown at a hero. Not just any hero, Crimson Riot! As Kirishima continues to spar with his idol, he’s interrupted by a banging sound.

*BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM*

“The hell?” The younger red head says. Soon his idol began to fade away.

“Crimson Riot! Hey are you okay sir?!” But it was too late, the man was gone. Now the whole room was waving around. Did Kirishima accidentally mistake his giant jug of water for vodka or something? Soon he was left in nothing but a black abyss. And then....he fell!

“Shitty hair.....Ei....KIRISHIMA!”

“AH!” The red head screamed as he shot up from the bed, head-butting his best friend right then and there. Great, a perfect dream. Ruined.

“Ah, shit!” Bakugou said in pain as he held his now throbbing forehead. “What the fuck?”

“That’s my line Bakugou,” the red head sighed, “Did you break into my room? Jeez man, what the fuck? What are you doing here at.....4:38 a.m?!?!? DUDE!”

“I know, my bad okay? But..I could use some help.” Bakugou whispered the last part so Kirishima had no idea what this man just said.

“What bro?” Kirishima asked.

“I said....I could use some help.” The blonde repeated.

“C’mon man, you’re gonna have to speak u-“

“I need your help, alright?!” Bakugou finally said. Kirishima sighed. His bro really couldn’t wait until later?

“Bakugou, you know I’m always down to help you out but this is too early man. Can we just-“ the blonde quickly added on to what he was previously saying.

“Please.”

Kirishima’s eyes shot open after he closed them to drift off back to sleep. Did the Katsuki Bakugou just ask for help by saying please? This must be extremely important.

“......alright. You got me, I’m up. But if I’m gonna be up at 4 in the morning, others are gonna be helping us too.” Kirishima bargained.

“But-“ Kirishima cut him off

“But nothing. Besides, I’m drowsy in the morning so I wouldn’t really focus all that well. And we’re just going to the people we can trust.” The red head explained.

“Fine.” The blonde gave in. So there they went, gathering the other members of the Bakusquad (minus Y/N) to help Bakugou win back his girl.

As the 4 sleepy heads sat down on Bakugou’s floor infront of the whiteboard he wrote on, The blonde began to explain some of his plans.

“So I was thinking of treating her real nice all day until she takes me back and we become friends again, eventually leading to our relationship, but then I realized she’d be into a fake me and we all know I can’t pull the nice guy act forever. Then I thought I’d spoil her with all of the things she desires, but money can’t buy you love. So I thought I could-“ Katsuki quickly noticed the long period of silence other than his voice.

There, were his 4 friends sleeping in a dog pile in the middle of his dorm room floor, completely ignoring everything he’s been saying.

Bakugou sighed and grabbed a small “heroes weekly” issue sitting on his desk, rolled it up, and wacked his friends in their heads.

“You idiots...WAKE THE FUCK UP!” Ahh, welcome back Gremlin Bakugou.

As his friends came back from the dead, they all complained.

“Aww c’mon Bakugou. We’ve been at this for an hour already, it’s 5:40.” Sero said while yawning.

“I don’t care. You idiots offered to help so here you are.” Bakugou said while turning to face the board again.

“We didn’t offer shit!” The bakusquad simultaneously replied.

Mina let out a groan while rubbing her eyes open, “Look Bakugou. We really want you and Y/N to be happy together, we really do, but maybe it’s for the best if you guys don-“ Mina was cut off by Denki slapping his hand over her mouth.

As she looked at her electric friend, she saw a nervous expression on his face. She followed his gaze and saw the back of an angry and almost insane looking and shaking Bakugou.

Hearing Mina say that he should let Y/N go triggered something in his brain. But hearing her say they wanted the couple back together enlightened him too. His mind got the two mixed up.

‘Everyone wants us back together. Not just me. So...then we are back together. Yeah. Y/N is still mine’ the now insane blonde thought to himself.

“....Ok well, time to go, get some sleep, see you idiots in the morning!” Bakugou said while pushing the group out of his room. Once they made it over the threshold, he slammed the door.

With an insane plan in mind, Bakugou checked the time and saw he could take at least a good hour long nap before he had to get ready to leave for school. And that’s exactly what he did. So he jumped into the covers, grabbing onto the picture and drifted off into sleep.

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*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *click!*

Bakugou’s alarm rang once more, and again, he slammed it shut. He stretched, got up outta bed and changed into his uniform. That power nap really well rested him, but it also must’ve fucked up his brain even more.

‘And now it’s time to go see my beautiful girlfriend,’ he thought to himself.

After Mina’s comments last night, it hit Bakugou with a great realization. Everyone wanted him and Y/N back together. Not just him. So why not give everybody what they want? Sure maybe Y/N might not completely want it but she’ll learn how to love Bakugou again. Everyone’s happy. And so, Bakugou was convinced that him and Y/N were back together.

At breakfast, Bakugou ran down to already see the Squad up and eating.

“Why the hell do you losers look like death?” He asked while grabbing a cup for his orange juice.

“Well we were all trying to sleep, but after what happened this morning, we couldn’t.” Mina explained.

“What happened this morning? There was nothing big except you guys helping me out.” Kirishima really couldn’t believe it. Had his dear friend not even notice his weird ass trigger moment earlier?

“Alright whatever. Anyway, wheres Y/N?” Bakugou asked after he finished his cup.

“Oh, she just left. She had an early breakfast and went for a quick walk.” Mina said.

“You planning on talking to her today Kacchan?” Denki questioned him.

“You damn Spark Plug, of course I’m gonna talk to my girlfriend today. Fucking idiot.” He said as he grabbed his bag and walked out the kitchen.

“.........Huh?” The entire squad was left in confusion.

‘Had they gotten back together this morning? Did she really accept him back that fast? What the fuck is going on?’ They all thought.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?” Kaminari cried out as he pulled at and scruffled his hair in confusion.

Ah Denki. Always saying what everyone is thinking but the only one ballsy enough to idiotically say it aloud.

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As she walked to class, Y/N hummed a little song to herself. She enjoyed her walk as it helped clear her mind from all the recent events. Her breakup with Bakugou really took a toll on her. They were together for almost 2 years (EVER SINCE JUNIOR HIGH) so of course the split hit her hard. He accused her of cheating and burned her. So much for trust, right? Not only that, but the burn left a tiny scar. Usually, due to you having a regeneration ability as part of your quirk, Phoenix, the scar should’ve healed up. Maybe the emotional damage caused it to permanently mark itself in you. Oh well, whats done is done. And now it’s time for class.

When you walked though the door, you were expecting a normal day. Ever since the split, you usually got their a lot earlier before anyone else so you could sit, do a little reading, sketch out a little drawing, or just rest your eyes until the bell rang. Except this time, when you opened the door, someone jumped on you for a hug.

“Babe! There you are you little dumbass. Jeez, I was looking for you everywhere.” Bakugou said as he let go of the hug. “I’ve missed you, haven’t seen you in a few days.”

“Uhm, you said babe??” You spoke with a confused and shocked voice.

“Yeah, I called you babe? So what? We always call each other that. You are my girlfriend after all.” He said so casually as he walked to his seat.

THISMANSAIDWHAATTT

“Uh, Bakugou-“

“Katsuki.” He deadpanned.

“Bakugou, we broke up.” You stated while walking up to him.

“Mm...no we didn’t.” He once again so casually said.

“Wha- I- we- you-....HUH?!” You stuttered out.

“Y/N-“

“L/N!” You corrected.

“Y/N. We didn’t break up you dummy, we only had a little set back and that’s fine. All couples do. But thankfully you forgave me and we’ve moved past it,” he began as he pulled you into his lap, “besides, everyone wants us back together including us so why not make it easier for everyone.”

You began stuttering out none sense right there on his lap. You were in such shock and utter disbelief that he said all that bullshit. Well maybe he was right about one thing. Everyone did want you guys back together, including you both, but that’s besides the point! Y’all broke up! He needs to accept it.

“Baku- no- I- we-“ and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

And for some reason, you didn’t push him away. Granted you didn’t accept it either, but you slowly melted into it. The kiss was passionate and slow. It wasn’t sloppy, it was very controlled, but it was just a lotta lip and tongue. The whole thing sent butterflies to your heart and stomach. Oh how you missed moments like these with Katsuki.

He readjusted you on his lap so that you were now straddling him. His hands travelled down to your ass as he gave it a nice squeeze, one that made you moan into the kiss. Your arms went straight to his neck to pull him in for more and he took it as an invitation to start. The kiss began to get a little rougher. More tongue and teeth, both of you extremely desperate for the touch from one another. With your cunt pressed onto his crotch, he slowly thrusted up into you as you grinded down slowly on him. You both started breathing heavier and letting out little whimpers of ecstasy. He could probably feel your now soaked panties. One hand left your ass and came around to the front. He pressed on your soaked pussy through your damp underwear and it caused shutters to go through your entire body.

You began pressing down into his hand, desperate for more friction and Bakugou noticed. He moved your panties to the side and slipped in one finger. This was rewarded with a louder moan that caused Katsuki to smile into the kiss. He knew you and your body so well. He was determined to treat you right and get you to fall for him one more time. As his finger felt around your velvet walls, he slipped in another one, receiving an even louder cry of pleasure. You broke off from the kiss to throw your head back. Katsuki saw this as an opportunity to attack your neck. To mark you up and let everyone know you still belonged to him.

“K-Katsuki. Don’t...don’t stop,” you panted.

“I won’t princess, I’ll take care of you.” He smiled.

Without warning, he shoved in 2 more fingers. You were so loud and Bakugou was so proud. You were gonna let everyone know what’s happening and he was excited.

He lifted his head to whisper into your ear as you continued to moan and sigh.

“Well aren’t you just a little slut. You want everyone to know how well daddy takes care of you? You want them to hear you scream in pleasure?” His words went straight to your cunt that was now welcoming in his 5th and final finger. Completely fisting you now, you let out loud cries.

“S-uki, .....ah, AH YES! Mm, s’too much!” You cried out. You couldn’t help it, you loved him. You knew you did. Even though what he did was wrong, your body took over and your mind turned off. You fully succumbed to his wishes.

You let your feet hit the ground to stand yourself up a little bit and fall down onto his fist, meeting the thrust of his hand moving in and out of you. Watching the show, Katsuki couldn’t help but stare in delight. His hard on growing bigger and bigger each second as he bit his lip to hold back his sounds. Watching you bounce on just his fist did something to him and brought out a feral beast. He snapped.

He pulled his fist out of your aching pussy and sat you down on his desk. He stood up infront of you and tore your delicate panties off.

“Katsuki-“ you were silenced with a smack to your ass

“That’s not my name, teddy bear. C’mon now, you know exactly what I wanna hear.” He said while caressing your thighs.

“..Yes daddy.” You bashfully said.

With a kiss to your cheek he praised you.

“Good girl.” As he began to unbuckle his belt, you looked around the classroom.

“D-daddy. Someone’s gonna see!” You cautiously stated.

Katsuki reassured you with a kiss to your lips, “We’ll be fine princess, I promise,” he said while placing his tip at your entrance. You whimpered at the thought of him inside you again, it’s been so long. You were almost nervous. That is until Katsuki place a finger under your chin so you could face him in his eyes.

“I’m gonna take care of you, so don’t worry.” And with that you slowly nodded. And he finally began to press into you.

With just his tip in, you let out a breathy moan. He was bigger than you remembered. He kept pressing and pressing until he was fully inside your warm and tight hole. You both let out a moan at the feeling of each other.

“Daddy, please move.” And he did as he was told. With a steady pace set, he thrusted himself in and out of you. Both of you moaning louder every second. While you were enveloped in the euphoric feeling, Katsuki was struggling to hold back the beast inside of him. That is until you came up to his ear.

“Fuck me like you mean it, daddy. I won’t break, I promise.” You said in his ear and Katsuki swore he could hear your smirk. Gripping your ass and continuing his pace he spoke.

“Don’t be mad when you can’t walk for the next week,” he smirked. With that, he slammed himself deeper, harder, and faster inside of you. His tip hitting your cervix. You let our screams of pure pleasure and he did the same.

“Oh yesss...shit daddy..so big..”

“F-fuck! Oh you like that? Yeah princess? ...oh shit baby your pussy takes me so well. Y-Yeah, your tight little cunt takes this big cock so fucking well,” he moved faster inside, exploring you completely. His hands went straight to your shirt and and ripped it open. You had a few buttons fly everywhere, but you didn’t care. He pushed your bra up and let one of your mounds fall into his hand. He squeezed it tight to release a generous moan from you. He then dove into the valley of breast to mark your chest. You held onto the back of his head and tugged at his hair and he growled at he feeling, enjoying every second of it.

“Oh yess princess just like that. S-shit. Oh fuck yes...oh you’re mine,” he went deeper inside as he spoke.

“Fuck! Daddy yes! Right t-there! Oh my god..yess,” you cried out.

“Can you feel that. Oh fuck, can you feel my dick in your gut?” He moaned out. Katsuki went to grip the edge of his desk as you kept your hold around his neck, causing him to somehow move faster. He went up to taste your lips once more

“I love you....so much princess...you hear me...Mm, your mine,” he said between kisses and ended with a smack to your now red ass.

His words had you squeezing his cock. He knew what was coming.

“Aww, is princess gonna cum? You gonna cum on daddy’s dick?” He teased.

“Mm...p-please daddy. Please let me cum,” you said while throwing your head back. Katsuki only smirked at this.

“Not yet~” he pulled out of you, leaving you a whiny mess.

“N-no! Daddy please! Please let me finish,” you said while holding onto his shoulders, inches away from his face, pressing your chest to his. Your words caused his “little” friend to grow even harder and Katsuki only smirked and looked down at you.

“Dont worry teddy bear, Daddy’s not done with you yet.” He yanked you off the desk and pressed you down onto it, with your chest to the desk. Then he slammed back into you, returning to the fast pace again.

“Fuck yeah..oh god look at this ass. Nice and round, all red for me,” he said while pounding into you.

He gave your ass a good few smacks, countered with a thrust each harder than the last before going to lay his chest on top of you to whisper in your ear.

“You wanna be a good girl for daddy? Huh, teddy bear?” He asked.

“Mmm, yes! Yes I’ll be good, just please!” You cried out. He reached his hand over to rub on your clit. Your body began to shake with pleasure.

“Then cum with me.....NOW,” he said, and that was all it took for you to release the white liquid. As you came you could feel his hot release filling you up to the brim. He cried out in pure pleasure while you did the same.

You both stayed in that position for a bit, and you could feel the mixture of both your release dripping down your inner thighs. Soon, you felt Katsuki lower himself to kiss your neck.

“You did so good princess.” He calmly said to you. It was relieving, and you loved the sound of his voice, but you couldn’t help but feel a little off at this whole ordeal.

Katsuki pulled out of you and watched how his cum covered and filled your entire pussy. He smiled at the sight and went to grabbed some tissue on Aizawa’s desk to clean you and himself up.

He tucked himself back into his pants and you rebuttoned your shirt the best you could and flipped your skirt back down. Since Katsuki tore your panties you’d have to go commando at least until you got back to your room. You watched as Katsuki went to throw away the tissues and your torn underwear into the trash can. When he made his way back to you, he held you in his arms and attempted to kiss you. But you turned away.

“Hey teddy be-“

“No, Katsuki. Please don’t call me that.” You said while looking down. Katsuki felt his heart hurt a little. You’re always gonna be his teddy bear, why would he ever stop calling you that?

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked you.

“Us. This. Katsuki, what happened today should not have happened.” You said

“What?” He was so confused and a little hurt.

As tears start to fill your eyes, you did everything you could to not let them fall. “Suki, we broke up. You accused me of cheating, you burned me! So for us to come in here and just have sex like nothing happened is wrong.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry for what happened. Seriously, after what I did it destroyed me. But please listen, I lov-“ you cut him off again.

“I know!.....I know you do Katsuki.....and I love you too Suki. So much,” this brought a smile to his face. A true, genuine smile that you loved so dearly.

“But I’m scared.” You added on. This made Katsuki’s smile drop, worry and concern fill his eyes.

“Of what exactly?” He asked you while gently holding onto your hand.

“.....You.” This shocked him. His own teddy bear feared him. Heartbreaking.

“I’m scared of the lack of trust that you have for me. And not only that, but your quirk too. Katsuki I know you’re one of the best students here at UA, but I know you’re emotions can get out of hand too. It’s clear that when you’re not in control of your feelings, your quirk can lash out. The evidence is right here,” you turned you arm that he was holding to show him the scar he left on you.

Now this really hurt Katsuki. He loved marking you with his love, not with his anger. The fact that he did that to you sent his mind into a frenzy. Until he felt your touch on his cheek.

Holding onto his cheek with your soft hands, you spoke reassuring words. “Katsuki, you were right about two things. I do want us to be together again and I do forgive you,” and with that, Katsuki leaned into your touch. Holding onto your hand that held his face, he released a single tear he didn’t know he was holding and closed his eyes in relief and satisfaction.

“But I can’t be with you again.” Your words caused him to open his eyes and stare at you in shock and fear. “At least...not yet.”

Whew, his heart rate went back down. Oh the rollar coaster of emotions this poor boy was currently on.

“Yet?” He asked hopefully.

“Suki, I’m still trying to fix myself, and it’s clear that you need to fix yourself too. I really want to be with you, but we both need time to grow for each other. I can’t leave you. I know for sure that in my heart, you’re always gonna be the one I run back to, but I don’t want to run back to someone who could possibly hurt me again. I want to come back to you knowing that when we are together again, our relationship is secured.” You explained.

A silence filled the air. You both stared at each other for what felt like forever. Nobody else in the world. Just you and him. He then pulled you in for a tight hug. As he held onto you, you could feel hot tears hitting your shoulder, and quiet sobs left his voice along with a hitched breath every now and then. Katsuki was crying.

“....I promise you. I’m gonna get better for you. I’m gonna be worthy of you and your love and it’ll stay that way for the rest of our lives. You and me. Together. Im gonna do whatever it takes to get you back and I won’t stop at anything until you’re mine again. I swear I’ll treat you better than I ever did before. As long as I know that you’re coming back to me and me only, I’ll wait for you for as long as it takes teddy bear.” He said into your neck with his arms tightly wrapped around your waist.

“I know you will Suki. And I promise I won’t make you wait too long.” You said while hugging him back.

“You better not.” The blonde said.

“Don’t forget though, I’m always yours. And just yours.” You reassured him.

“......Can we at least make this a little easier for me and say we didn’t split. We’re just on a break. A small break?” He said, now looking directly in your eyes while still holding onto you.

You put his worries at ease with your gentle smile. “The smallest break, Suki.” You softly laughed as you both went back in for another hug.

“........I like it better when you call me daddy,” the damn devil said while smiling.

“Shut up you horny idiot.” You chuckled.

‘I can’t wait to be yours again,’ you both thought

You both stayed there in each other’s embraces until the world faded away. It was just you and him. Together. You were both no longer lost. You weren’t at your destination yet, but you were on the right tracks. One step closer to each other. One step closer to love.

A/N: There’s still a little more I wanna add to the story, so there will be a part 3 to close this little short story. Sorry if there were any spelling mistakes. Thank you guys so much for the love and support. As a new writer I never expected to grow so quickly so I truly love each and every one of you bear cubs! Sorry this was so long, I hope you enjoyed! 💗🧸