#curse you who fell asleep in. making me feel my emotions

[ctrl-alt-deleting-yr-face]

it’s probably not a good thing that i relate to this song as much as i do huh

[fraugwinska]

Hi! Okay, damn, sorry, i tried to chill out and not request again so quickly 😅 but I've been constantly thinking about your writing, and I've read all your Alastor one shots like 10 times each...

I'm especially hung up on the ending of More than Words, I did not expect you to end it in such a sweet way and honestly I'd love to see a follow up to that, basically a part two :)

Plot wise I was thinking:

It's been a few weeks since the two of you fell asleep on the couch and Charlie is getting impatient since nothing else happened between Alastor and reader but she can see the way the two looks at each other when they think no one is watching. So, Charlie being Charlie, makes up a plan to set you two up. She also involves everyone at the hotel and some people outside (Rosie) - she makes it so whenever there's some activity, you two are always paired up, or Rosie invites you both for dinner but five minutes into it she leaves saying she forget about something important. And you notice what she's trying to do and while you do appreciate it, you also see that Alastor feels anxious and pressured (you see that but not the fact he's growing feeling for you), so you decide to talk with her. And Alastor hears everything? And we get another amazing sweet emotional ending? 👀🥰

Last thing last - please do not feel pressured to write it or anything, i just wanted to share this with you cause it's been on my mind 😅❤️

You ask - the fluff fairy delivers! 🧚✨ I loved More than words, so I was super happy and excited to write a continuation - and it's as fluffy and wholesome as can be! :> Thank you, Anon, for the suggestion and your beautiful, kind words!!!

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Louder than Words

"...and with Niffty choosing Husk, that leaves you two."

Charlie clapped her hands together with a gleeful smile, eyes darting between an annoyed looking Alastor and an annoyed looking you.

"Yes. That leaves us.", you sigh.

"Again.", Alastor adds, the smile on his lips twitching.

"Oh come on, guys, don't be such spoilsports. Look at how much fun this is!" she gestured to a blindfolded and beaten up Vaggie, cursing at Angel in Spanish who howled with laughter as he pushed her through Charlies makeshift obstacle course with much too much carelessness.

"Well I'll be damned. Ange actually managed to get her to to run into the same desk twice without gettin' punched.", Husk said in amused bewilderment, just as a loud "OUCH, ey, stop it Vagina!" was heard. Niffty giggled, blindfolding herself and taking Husks paw. The cat groaned but started to lead her - or more she dragged him - through the course, constantly (almost purposely) hitting something in her way.

You and Alastor looked at each other.

"Well, I guess you don't feel like going through a minefield of office furniture.", you shrugged, and took the last blindfold from Charlies hands, ignoring her excited squeal as you put it on. "Don't let me run into the coffee table, my shins still hurt from last weeks bonding exercise..."

Alastor let out an exasperated sigh. "Very well, then."

This was getting out of hand. As you felt Alastor's hand on your back, pushing you into the blindness forward, you thought about the last few bonding and trust exercises and how blatantly obvious Charlie was in her determination to get you and Alastor together.

At first you didn't mind, since she didn't make you do anything that wasn't bearable. On one activity, you had to tell your partner what you appreciated about them, that had been easy. Before Alastor could turn to Niffty, who stood next to him, she had almost hauled herself away, insisting on Angel as her partner, and Angel - next to you - nodded with unfitting eagerness. Alastor told you about how good you were at listening and giving good advice, and you had told him you loved the way he spoke - the accent, his way of choosing words and the melodic voice he had, and that you liked his laugh. Easy.

On another activity, Charlie made everyone pair up (of course, you were Alastor's partner, and this time you were sure the sticks you drew were marked by Charlie and Husk by the way they had shared mischievous looks) and hug their partner for five minutes. That had been less fun. You were much too aware how averse Alastor was to physical touch, and although he could've had it worse with Angel or Vaggie, you still felt bad when you saw the look on his face as Charlie set the timer. "We don't have to, Al. I can just sit this one out.", you had told him, but with a pained smile, he wrapped his arms around you stiffly, holding you in an awkward embrace. "It's alright dear, just... stay still, would you?" It had been a weird, uncomfortable silence, those five minutes. You avoided any touch yourself and did not dare to look him in the eyes, so to not make it any more weird for him.

It had taken you a long time to understand that the radio demon was, in it's essence, just another former human being turned sinner. A man with a lot of traumas and issues, who had died and gone to hell. Not a good person by heavenly standards... by most standards really, being an overlord and cannibal and all, but in hell that didn't really mean anything, you were all there for a reason. It certainly meant nothing to you. With a lot of work from your end, he had learned to trust you, and in return he let you get to know him, step by step.

But all these efforts could go down the drain at this infuriating persistence of everyone around you to force something that shouldn't be forced. Alastor was already uncomfortable at being touched, already hesitant to share things from his past, or his feelings, already on the fence of showing genuine kindness and trust. The last thing you wanted was to lose all the progress you've made with him.

The feeling of his arms around you had burned itself into your memory, and the scent of him had stuck to your skin for a long time. You weren't stupid, it had been a long time coming, this goddamn crush on him, this fluttering feeling one gets when getting too close to another. You had fallen for him a long time ago, and you could argue with reason all you wanted - it didn't change the fact you liked Alastor more than just a friend. BUT - and this but was important - he never had shown any interest in relationships, romance, love or anything. And that was fine. You were content to have him in your life, and if that was as 'just' trusted friends, you would still take it in a heartbeat.

"Watch out, darling, armchair to your left." Alastor's voice, right next to your ear, made you flinch. "Careful now, the carpet is starting to change into hardwood.", he warned and you nodded, taking careful steps. You had no idea where you were in the foyer, or if you were nearing the door or the stairs. "Are we anywhere close to the finish line?", you asked him and you heard his quiet chuckle.

"Oh no, we still have quite a way to go. Don't worry, my dear, I'll make sure you're not going to run into the remains of the cupboard Niffty just destroyed." His hand on your waist, guiding you, made you swallow nervously.

That gesture reminded you of another instance of your friends overreaching insistence - your visit at Rosie's last week. Rosie, your long-time friend, had invited you and Alastor for a dinner party. She had sent a message through Charlie (which should have been your first clue that something was not right), but both of you had decided to go, because who were you to deny her hospitality? You had been surprised to find her emporium so... empty, when you entered. No servants, no other guests, no one. Only you, Alastor and Rosie, sitting in her lounge chatting about the newest gossip of hellish politics before she served a whole feast of venison, various vegetables and side dishes, all of which had looked exquisite and overly fancy.

She had left almost as soon as you and Alastor sat down, saying she forgot to pick up something important from across the colony, and to not wait on her while she rushed out of the room with a glistening smile. You had watched her suspiciously, knowing she was up to something. It didn't take a genius to realize she was trying to set you two up, and Alastor seemed to have understood the same, because of the way he pinched the bridge of his nose, visibly uncomfortable and tense the whole evening. It had been a somewhat awkward affair, the two of you eating and desperately chatting, unwilling to waste the food. But you couldn't even get a proper bite down your throat with how much your stomach was twisting.

When Rosie returned, she found you sitting on the sofa, drinking tea, while Alastor was absent.

"Did something happen?", she had asked you with a pinch of impish curiosity, and you had replied "No. Nothing." in a dry tone. She had sat down next to you, asking how dinner had been, and if the two of you enjoyed yourselves. "Oh yes, it was lovely, although your seat empty surely was a little damper on the fun." you had answered, giving her a fake smile. You never saw her that abashed before. When Alastor returned to bring you back to the hotel, the walk had been... silent. Awkward, as you hung on his arm he had presented you, with him unable to look you in the eyes and you not wanting to press him into more talking. When you had arrived home, he guided you through the double doors, his hand on your waist, before quickly saying good night and melting into his shadows to rush away into his room, leaving you alone in the dark foyer.

It was like you were standing on glass, always having an eye out to make sure others wouldn't push too hard and break the thin ice you walked on, with a dangerous fondness deep beneath the surface, too fragile to poke.

"...listening, Darling?"

"Huh? What?"

You felt the blindfold being removed from your eyes, the sudden light blinding you.

"You look a little flushed my dear." you blinked your eyes, only to see Alastor stand directly in front of you, just barely out of arms reach, staring you in the face with a scrutinizing expression. "The exercise is over, we made it through the course without a scratch, I hope I didn't cause you any discomfort."

It took a moment for you to realize that you stood at the edge of the maze of furniture, but what really knocked you off your balance was the way Alastor's head was tilted slightly to one side, his crimson eyes almost boring through you, staring deep into your soul, as if he was looking for you, truly seeing you, and how he reached out a sharp tipped hand towards you with the look of worry on his face. You took a step back, laughing nervously and raking a hand through your hair.

"All good, Al. I'm just glad there's no imprint of my face on any of the cupboards." You saw him jerk his hand back with a pained smile. "Splendid.", he laughed, the edges of it trembling. He looked everywhere but at you, "Shall we join the others, then?"

You followed him to one of the sofas and let yourself fall on the plush cushions next to him. You watched his ears twitch as Angel hollered a jubilant cheer of Vaggie's name, who finally reached the end of the course, the blood on her shins almost dried. Husk patted a panting Niffty on the back with a fond look, while Charlie cheered as Angel bowed for her with a big grin.

"Told 'ya the spicy taco and I could make it out alive and in one piece, Charls!"

Vaggie gave Angel a deathly glance, then sighed. "It's high time for lunch, hon. All the blood loss made me hungry..."

The group collectively agreed and headed towards the kitchen, talking and laughing loudly with each other. You couldn't help but give Alastor, who kept his gaze anywhere else than to you, a look, furrowing your brow. This had to stop, now.

"Charlie, do.... do you have a minute?"

The princess stopped to look at you, her smile disappearing and her eyes widening as she saw the stern expression on your face.

"Uh- Yeah, sure.", she shot Vaggie a look, as if begging for her help, but you just grabbed her hand and pulled her away into a nearby corridor while the others snickered and headed off, telling them to take their time. Charlie gave you a nervous glance, and the pitiful face of guilt only worsened your mood.

"Charlie, I know you mean well, but you have to stop."

"Listen, I didn't mean any harm..." Her face was full of pitiful remorse. You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed.

"I'm aware of that, Charlie, but you are making Al uncomfortable."

"I'm sorry, really, that's not my intention! I just Thought you two need a little push in the right..."

"This whole... THIS might end our friendship all together and I don't want to take that risk! You're even getting the others involved. For fuck's sake, even Rosie is in on it. Al doesn't want this - us, relationship-thing, WHATEVER, and it is not okay for you to press us!"

Her eyebrows shot up. "But you want it."

"What?", you said, irritated.

"You're only talking about him, and his feelings. But what I'm hearing is, that you... you like him, right? You'd say yes to..."

Tears of frustration shot into your eyes. Why didn't Charlie get it? "That doesn't matter. It's not something only one can decide, you should know that. He doesn't feel the same, and that's fine. He doesn't want to be with me, and that's fine. I can accept that. What I can't accept is the way you're hellbent on forcing a relationship on us. He is happy the way we are, and I don't want you and the others to mess that up."

You turn away from her, angry and hurt. "I just... want him to be happy. To have his boundaries respected."

"I... I'm sorry...", Charlie started, but you already walked off.

You were angry. Angry at Charlie, angry at everyone, angry at yourself. Almost at your doorstep, a hand on your shoulder stopped you.

"Dearest? I'd like to talk, if that's alright with you."

It was Alastor. Of course it was Alastor.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, a feeling of dread and guilt washing over you, as if he had overheard the entire conversation, and you slowly turned around, swallowing. He didn't seem upset, but his face was calm and serious, not the usual cheerful smile on his lips.

"Of course."

He held the door to your own room open for you, closing it behind him after you entered.

"Take a seat, Darling, if you would."

You sat down, hands in your lap, avoiding his gaze, looking at your carpet with feigned interest. Your heart was hammering against your ribs, a painful stinging sensation in your stomach.

"Darling, would you look at me, please."

With a heavy sigh, you obliged, looking up.

"Al, listen, I'm sorry...", you started, but were interrupted by the radio demon's hand, raising up.

"Please. Let me talk, would you, my dear."

You closed your mouth, and he nodded, a gentle smile on his lips.

"I know I'm a... difficult man. And I am not exactly the best in understanding the feelings of others. I also know that the princess and - under her meticulous orchestration - our fellow residents, are quite adamant in their endeavor to try and push us together."

You swallowed, hard. The way he looked at you made your stomach drop.

"Al, listen, it's alright, I've talked to Charlie and I'll tell the others to stop..."

"Darling, would you PLEASE shut up for a minute?"

The room was suddenly silent. He rarely talked like that to you.

"As I was saying..." He sighed, and you couldn't help but think he was utterly frustrated. You felt horrible. "I don't appreciate it when people assume what I want or don't want."

"Neither do I.", you mumbled, and he let out a laugh.

"That is precisely my point, Darling." Alastor took a few steps towards you, his cane twirling in his hands before he poofed it out of existence. "And as such, I've been pondering for a while how to proceed. The way the others keep pestering us, I thought it's better to clear things up between us."

Your heart sank. So he did overhear your conversation with Charlie, after all. You couldn't blame him. You would've done the same.

"Alastor, I understand..."

"Do you now?", he asked, tilting his head to one side, an incredulous smirk playing on his lips. Lips that were suddenly awfully close to your own. When did he get so close? Why did he get so close?!

Everything slowed down - his arm snaked around your waist, his hand came up to your neck, a thumb caressing the little dip of the bottom of your jaw. Your trembling hands came to rest on his chest, and you felt his heartbeat hammering underneath the fabric of his jacket. His eyes, those beautiful crimson eyes, were fixed on yours, and your breath came out in a shaky sigh before his lips closed over yours, kissing you so softly and sweetly you could barely comprehend what was happening. Your fingers gripped the lapels of his jacket, holding on for dear life, and as he deepened the kiss, you gasped, your whole body tensing, melting, yearning.

It felt like a dream, an out of body experience, and for a short, panicked moment, you felt the cold, hard grip of fear around your heart. What if it was just a dream, and when you wake up, everything is back to the way it was before? What if he would pull away any moment, and apologize, saying he made a mistake?

But the fear disappeared almost immediately, when Alastor hummed contently, and pulled you even closer to him.

You could feel the warmth of his body, the way his hand on your neck got tangled in your hair, how his breath was mingling with yours, and the scent of him filled your nose. The faint smell of spices, old books, wood and something like burnt amber, a scent you would never get enough of.

"Now tell me, dearest, if you understood.", he murmured against your lips, the grin audible in his voice.

"I... might need a little more explanation."

You could almost hear him roll his eyes as he leaned in to kiss you again, and his laughter against your lips made your heart skip more than just one beat. The sound of wood cracking and a loud rumble snapped both of your heads towards your door.

In a pile of heads and limbs, five bodies fell through the splintered wood of your door frame, groaning in pain, the remains of the door still swinging in its hinges.

Alastor looked at the pile of eavesdroppers, a wide, dangerous grin on his face.

"Dear me, what an entrance. I wonder, did the door offend you, or was that the result of a lack of proper manners?"

Angel, being the first to poke his head out of the groaning mess of sinners, pointed at you with one of his arms, the others fisted the air in victory.

"A-HA! WE FUCKING DID IT, fuck yeah!"

Niffty, the next one to crawl out of the pile, nodded eagerly.

"I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!", she chanted, jumping up and down excitedly on a groaning Husk's back.

Charlie's face came into view, a guilty look on her face as she untangled the others in a hurry, shoving them out of the door.

"Uh, so, sorry, the door was kinda in the way. Didn't want to interrupt anything, sooo, We're just gonna... get back to cooking."

With her tail between her legs, the flustered princess and her entourage vanished faster than the speed of light, leaving you and Alastor alone with your heart pounding fast, your hands still clutching the front of the overlords jacket, and his arms around your waist in a protective embrace, your breaths mingling.

"Would it bother you terribly if I killed them?", Alastor growled low in his throat, his smile widening.

You just couldn't stop grinning. "As tempting as that is... I rather you don't. For now, that is. Ask me again when they are finished cooking."

He returned your smile. "Fair enough, dear."

He closed the gap between you and his lips meet yours halfway in a soft, and most certainly not-enough-to-last-a-lifetime kind of kiss. You thought you could get used to this.

"I'm sure they can handle lunch by themselves, don't you think?", he hummed into your ear. You didn't trust your voice to reply, and simply nodded.

"Wonderful."

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Roger Barel Main Route - Chapter 8

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there.

Entrusted with an undercover mission for Crown, Roger and I headed to a village in the countryside.

We were about to unveil the true identity of the Spirit God who claimed to hold great power when— 

Roger: Did you never learn to let people finish talking while you were in your mama’s womb? Sure, treatment for tetanus isn’t widely available. But if you don’t have it, then you make it.

Spirit God: You can’t possibly…

Roger: As a former doctor, I can.

Spirit God: A…doctor? Lies. You’re just saying that to take my place…

Roger: …Shut it.

Roger cut the man’s ranting with a sharp yell.

Spirit God: …

Roger: While you’re so busy ranting, this little girl’s gonna…die.

The anger in his eyes gave me chills.

(That murderous intent is…incredible)

(...Ah, I see now. Roger’s furious)

(I’ve never seen Roger’s emotions be…laid so bare)

Child’s mom: ……her. Please just save her…!

A powerful cry shook the air.

Holding her dying daughter in her arms, the woman looked at Roger with pleading eyes.

—The man called the Spirit God had his hands bound with rope, and the villagers kept watch over him.

We were given a room where we started working on refining a treatment for tetanus.

Liam: Roger, I brought the drugs you asked for from the storehouse!

Roger: Perfect, thanks. We gotta get the lil’ girl comfortable. Hurry.

Kate: On it!

Roger removed his vest and started looking over the medicine collected.

(There’s not much I can do, but I want to help in any way I can)

Kate: I’ll sterilize the test tubes. You can use carbolic acid, right?

Roger: …O_O

(Huh? Was I wrong about carbolic acid…?)

Kate: Um…Roger?

Roger: I thought you were getting up to something at night. Turns out you were studying medicine.

A large hand ruffled my hair.

Kate: …

I felt like Ale receiving pets.

Despite that…I felt my heart beat a little faster.

Roger: You’ve saved me the trouble. Thanks, Kate.

Kate: No…it’s just some knowledge I crammed in my head. You’re still going to have to guide me.

Roger: Then I’m gonna make you do a lot of work.

(Why am I so happy…to receive praise from Roger?)

Somehow, my heart was beating differently than usual.

(No, no. Knowledge is a part of strength. I was just happy that I got a little stronger)

(...but)

—After selecting some drugs and running tests, a tetanus treatment was refined.

Roger: Alright…now we just need to run clinical trials and then we can give it to people.

(Doing clinical trials means…)

Kate: You’re going to test it on healthy bodies to study the effects.

Roger: That’s right. This time it’s to see if it’s safe to take.

Liam: I’ll do it, Roger. I’m healthy, but if anything happens, it’ll just be to me.

Liam raised his hand first and Roger gave a wry smile.

Roger: Liam. You think I’d just let you give in to your “bad habits”?

Liam: Ah…

Curiosity—that was Liam’s curse.

Roger: Too bad for you. I’m feeling thirsty.

With that said, Roger took the bottle of medicine in one gulp.

Kate and Liam: Eh!

After being stunned by Roger’s bold move, I came back to my senses.

Kate: Roger, what are we going to do if something happens to you!

Roger: It’s fine. My body’s stronger.

(Is it really okay…?)

I was feeling both confidence and doubt toward Roger.

But the man himself…

Roger: We’re gonna have to wait a bit for it to take effect. I’m gonna take a nap. Kate, wake me up in an hour.

With that said, he crashed on a bed— 

Kate: Huh, Roger?

Within a few seconds, he started snoring.

Kate: He…fell asleep…?

I blinked at how fast he fell asleep and Liam laughed.

Liam: Hehe, you couldn’t kill him if you tried. I’m going to check on the villagers. Kate, I’m leaving Roger in your care.

The door closed, leaving Roger and me in the room.

When I sat on the edge of the bed, Roger’s hand fell from his chest onto my lap.

(He’s really asleep…)

His gloved hand was large and bony.

I gently touched his fingers which laid vulnerable on my lap.

(This hand’s killed before)

(And it’s kept many people alive) 

The way Roger’s living, it's like he holds life and death in his hands—a terrible contradiction.

There’s no way a man as smart as him didn’t see that.

He’s an egoist with a rifle as if carrying the sin of killing, claimed to be a former doctor, and lived in darkness.

(...Roger, what are you trying to do with Crown?)

~~ Flashback ~~

Kate: What are you researching, Roger?

Roger: Cursed Ones—and how to rid the word of them.

~~ End flashback ~~

(Did he perhaps mean—)

I shook my head, trying to gather my thoughts.

(...No, let’s not jump to conclusions)

No matter how much I thought about it, I’d never reach the truth about Roger.

(At least, not with the way I am now…)

--

Roger woke up without any issues.

The tetanus drug was given to the infected girl and the villagers watched— 

The girl woke up just as the sun rose.

Roger: …Pulse is normal, no numbness in her limbs. Looks like the medicine did its job.

(Thank goodness…!)

Mother’s child: Thank you so much. You’re a god.

Roger: …Me, a god? Don’t make me laugh. I’m just an ordinary human as you can see. If I were a god, I would’ve rid the world of all its absurdities.

(...Roger?)

Cold eyes betrayed the warmth in his words.

But then  it disappeared in an instant.

In its place was a cynical smile.

Roger: Humans can’t become gods, no matter how hard they try. That’ what makes them so interesting.

Spirit God: …Argh, shut up!

A yell interrupted the peace in the room and we all turned toward the source.

Kate: Huh, Spirit God?! I thought he was captured and kept under watch…

The sudden appearance of the Spirit God confused the villagers.

Man of the village: When did you get free?! Everyone, run.

The Spirit God, who seemed to have escaped on his own, had an ominous smile on his face as the room fell into chaos…

(He’s coming this way…)

I tried to run, but he jumped at me from behind.

Kate: Eek…!

Roger: Kate.

Roger, who was standing by the girl, tried to reach for me, but it was too late. I was captured by the Spirit God.

Liam: Kate…

Roger: …

Spirit God: If you don’t want this woman to be killed, forget everything you saw in this village! That way, I can live as a god again.

(What a mess…Still, he’s surprisingly strong.)

(...What do I do)

His arms wrapped around my neck, cutting off air.

In my desperation, I looked up and met Roger’s gaze.

Roger: …

While everyone else turned pale, Roger was the only one smiling.

(...Huh? Why are you smiling…at a time like this?)

“You’ll get stronger, right”—the amber color happily threw at me.

(T-this guy…!)

(But…)

It’s better to be amusement than to be looked down on for being useless.

(Calm down…and remember what you learned about self-defense from Roger)

~~ Flashback ~~

Roger: Step two, what to do when someone holds you.

Kate: Hey, wait. What should I do?

Roger: Hey, I told you that trying to force your way out’s gonna make it worse.

First, go limp, like a puppet that just got its strings cut.

~~ End flashback ~~

I calmed my mind and released all tension from my body as I exhaled.

Spirit God: …What the, you got heavy all of a sudden.

(Now.)

While the Spirit God was confused, I pushed his arms up from below.

Roger: Well done, Kate. Now keep leaning forward.

The moment I escaped the Spirit God’s hold, Roger took over.

Kate: …!

A powerful jab in the jaw knocked the Spirit God unconscious.

(His eyes rolled back. He’s completely out…)

Kate: A one-hit K.O…What’s with that brute strength?

Roger: I didn’t tell you? I’m a heavyweight boxing champ.

Wow…

Really?

You’re one heck of a guy +4 +4

Kate: Hmm… Wait! You’re just casually mentioning that you’re a heavyweight boxing champ?!

Roger: Haha, amazing, aren’t I?

(He’s not joking. He really is one heck of a guy…)

I would’ve loved to spend an hour or so asking him about boxing, but I had something else on my mind.

Kate: He’s not dead is he…?

I checked the Spirit God for a pulse.

Kate: Ah, he’s breathing…

Liam: He’s breathing, but won’t wake up for a while. Well, it’s for the best.

(He’s not dead, which is good for now…)

No matter how evil a person was, seeing them die before your eyes left a bad taste in your mouth.

Blonde child: …Mr. Glasses.

The girl seemed well enough to get out of bed and approached Roger.

Roger: Hm, what is it? Does it hurt anywhere?)

Blonde child: No. Um…Thank you…For making the pain go away. And…thank you miss and Mr. Pink…

Kate: I’m glad you’re feeling better.

Liam: Mr. Pink. How cute.

Roger: You’re welcome. This is the best reward I’ve gotten.

--

After waking up, the Spirit God admitted to all his crimes and was sent to the police.

Victor arrived later and told us that the village, which had closed itself to the public, would now open up with financial support from Her Majesty.

As for me—

After parting ways with Victor, who stayed to clean up the mess, and Liam, who volunteered to accompany him, Roger and I boarded the train back to London.

From outside the window, twilight dyed the sky.

Roger: Pfft, haha.

Roger, who sat across from me, suddenly burst into laughter.

Roger: The look on that guy’s face when you slipped out of his arms was a masterpiece.

(Thinking about it…)

A smile formed on my lips as I recalled the Spirit God’s dumbfounded expression.

Kate: Heh, hehe… Wait, why am I laughing. I thought I was about to die.

I glared at Roger, but he just smiled and propped himself up against the windowsill. 

Roger: Sorry, sorry. But the way you handled self-defense techniques honestly had me impressed. Not to mention you secretly studying medicine. So Kate, close your eyes.

Kate: …Don’t do anything weird, okay?

I closed my eyes after that warning.

…Then, I felt fingers touching my neck.

(Lace? It feels like a thin tie…but it’s nice to the touch)

Roger: You can open your eyes now.

Kate: …

I slowly opened my eyes.

Roger: …

Through the reflection of his amber eyes, I saw myself wearing a lovely choker.

Kate: This is…

Roger: A collar of course. You’ve now been promoted from dogsbody to pet. Congrats.

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[scarasimping]

wanderer x reader, fluff, wanderer unknowingly pining, hes bad at emotions its okay me too

note: so sorry for disappearing lovelies, have these wanderer crumbs as my apologies...not proofread im so sorry

wanderer, who cant seem to get you out of his head, thinks you put a curse on him of some sort.

something like this has never happened to him before. now, he's starting every morning wondering if you fragile human self remembered to eat breakfast. or if you like coffee or tea with your breakfast. or what your favorite food is. or if you would still feel comfortable eating with him around. or—

wait, why would he be around you while you're eating breakfast?? that would imply he spent the night there and why is he thinking about that??? hy is he even thinking about implementing himself in your life in the first place??

up until now, wanderer had simply talked with you because you were the only one around and weren't as annoying as anyone else. sometimes, you worked together because nahida asked you to accompany him on some mission. but that was it. he was sure he was always careful around you, and you wouldn't have time to put some spell on him that makes him want to wake up with you and eat breakfast together (even though he doesn't really eat. he'd probably just sit and watch you eat).

thats not all he's been thinking about either. some times he finds himself daysreaming about taking walks with you outside the sanctuary of surasthana, or what is it that makes that coy but knowing smile of yours appear on your face. what started the little habits that still present themselves in you now.

wanderer tries to do some digging on what kind of magic you used on him to make him start thinking about you so much, but all he gets is romance books and sappy poems about love. one time, he was forced to listen to some old doctor tell him about how he met and fell in love with his wife all because he went to see if what he was feeling was an illness instead.

wanderer who gives up trying to find out whats wrong with him on his own and, finally, asks nahida for help, because if she can't find anything then maybe it's hopeless.

all for her to tell him that he's not cursed or ill, he just cares about someone.

wanderer, now very confused, outright rejects the idea.

who cares if, now that the idea is in his head, he's wondering what you would do if he told you how he felt. or would you figure it out yourself without him even mentioning it. unfortunately, for a human, you were rather smart.

it doesn't matter that he's imagining you smiling brightly at him, or you leaning on his shoulder, or you trusting him enough to fall asleep in his lap, knowing he'll watch over you.

wanderer who now tries to avoid you, making it way too obvious and you notice it right away.

of course it's normal that he doesn't like being around people, but seeing him literally leave a room just because you, specifically, entered is a little worrying.

wanderer dodging your questions as you run after him, wondering what you did or if something happened, refusing to even look at you.

because when he finally does look at you and he sees that worried expression you have on your face, an unfamiliar pit in his stomach forms and he knows that nahida is right. that old doctor with his love story is right. all those stupid books and cheesy poems that made him gag were right.

wanderer cares about you and is stupidly, hopelessly in love with you. and he hates it.

[8myass]

OH MY GOD HIIII ur blog looks supa cool it’s so nice to meet u lele 😁😁

can i be 🧺 anon and request haechan hate sex 🥴🥴🥴 god i’m obsessed w that man

hi hi! thank you so much! of course, you can be 🧺 anon! thank you for making the first-ever request on my page. it was super fun to write this! i, too, am very obsessed with this man, he's genuinely too fine. i hope you enjoy it!! pairing. lee donghyuck/haechan x female reader genre. angst, smut (w plot) pov. second person (you, yours, yourself, etc.) wc. 1.6k cw. enemy!haechan, slight bimbo!reader, mean dom!hae, bratty sub!reader tw. alcohol consumption, mentions infidelity and breakup, slight dubcon aspects (bc of the wording, it seems very noncon at first), cursing, mentions blood, name calling (‘bitch’, ‘whore’, ‘toy’), face-fucking, deepthroating, degradation, slight praise (typically only ever mixed with degradation), hate sex (obvi), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap your meat fellas), ass slapping, pet names (‘babe’, ‘baby’), hair pulling, breeding, haechan’s just mean idk??

“Can you at least pretend to love me? Just for tonight?” Haechan frowned, his vision blurred from an extensive amount of alcohol, hung over your shoulder as you dragged him to your car, somehow being left with the responsibility of taking him home after he was found passed out on your friend’s couch. Your friend claimed she had to clean the party that wiped through her house like a hurricane but fell asleep in the bathroom by the toilet, droplets of vomit littering the toilet seat, and more chunks in the bowl. 

You rolled your eyes, popping open the door of the passenger’s side to your vehicle, “You’re fucking ridiculous.” Throwing him in the car, you shut the door and dragged your feet to the driver’s side door, sitting down to instantly start the engine up. He didn’t buckle up, slouching down in the seat, eyes dazed. You looked over at him and sighed, shaking your head, “What happened to you, man? Why’d you drink so much?”

“My girl cheated on me,” he laughed, the amusement in his tone holding the deepest pain you remember hearing your entire life. “We’re not together anymore.”

You didn’t know how to reply, never feeling so much sympathy for someone who you despised so incredibly. “Do you miss her?”

“How could I not? She was my world all through high school, no one else meant as much to me as she did,” he exhaled deeply, his voice cracking, sounding like he was on the verge of tears. 

You sat in silence for a couple of minutes, the drive becoming awkward in the quietness. You still didn’t know what to say, unable to comprehend whether he wanted to find comfort in you at such an awful time. 

“It’s right here,” he pointed out the window as you pulled up his street, stepping on the brakes as soon as you heard his words. 

“This place?” you scoffed, looking at him with your typical disgusted expression, accidentally forgetting the deep emotional conversation you two just had. The place was old, moss growing up the sides of the former white-painted house that had now turned brown due to being behind on cleaning. The windows were clouded, blinds pale and stained, the wood of the door cracked. “It’s a dump.”

He sighed lowly, getting out of the car with a quick shove, turning on his heels to look at you, “Can you come in?”

“You want me to come into your house?” you raised an eyebrow, but something told you to accept his offer, “Fine, just until you sober up.”

You unbuckled and followed him into his garbage site that he claimed was his house, watching him chug water bottle after water bottle sitting at the small, two-person table across from him. 

“Don’t choke, I might laugh,” you chuckled as he continued to gulp down the remaining water in the bottle, eyes narrowing while looking at you. 

“You’re annoying,” he huffed, slamming the bottle down on the table. 

“Yeah, not the first time you’ve told me that,” you snorted, “Are you sobered up yet? Can I go now, Mr. I-need-you-to-come-help-make-sure-I-don’t-choke-on-my-own-vomit?”

“Screw you,” he groaned, standing up and throwing away the plastic bottle into the green recycling bin next to his dirtied fridge. You stood up as well, hurrying toward the door, taking that as a ‘get the hell out, bitch’. Typically, that’d be what that meant, you weren’t wrong for thinking that. 

“Where are you going?” you heard his voice right next to your ear as your body was pressed against the door before your hand could reach the doorknob.

“I’m leaving, you’re sober now,” you squirmed in his grip, his thumbs pressed to the back of your hips to hold your body against the chilled wood. “Don’t touch me, let go of me.”

“Why would I do that? I’m finally available, I can finally touch you how I please,” he hummed, one finger tracing down your spine, his opposing hand slipping up your skin-tight dress, pressing his palm against the delicate skin of your inner thigh. 

“Don’t touch me,” you growled, squirming more aggressively in his grasp. “You’re disgusting, I hate you. Let me go before I kick your dick in.”

“God, you’re so fucking annoying,” he managed to flip your fussy form around so he could look into your pleading eyes. In an instant, you were on your knees, cock down your throat, gagging you to the point of tears pouring down your cheeks, slobber coating your chin as his balls smacked the remnants of your filth off your face and down onto your thighs. 

“Fuck, bitch, that’s so good,” he moaned, smirk popping onto his face as his head fell back. Your tongue looped around his cock as he repeatedly fucked your face, your nails digging into the skin of his thighs so tightly that it nearly drew blood. His fingers were laced through your hair, keeping your head in place as he thrusts himself into your mouth. He scrunched his nose up a few times as he felt your teeth brush against his dick, “A little less teeth, okay?”

“What’s the matter? Don’t act like you haven’t done this before, I’m sure you’ve had a cock down your throat every night since we last saw each other,” he scoffed, looking down at the way your eyes gazed at him with a gentle glint in them. You had only just seen him a few days ago, but you have been with a man every night since then. It was a good time killer, how could you not let some random guy fuck the daylights outta you just for funsies? “You never had something so big down your throat, is that the problem?”

You gagged in response to his question, drool pooling out around the seams of your mouth. His cock was coated in your sticky saliva by now, his tip reaching down your throat, precum leaking out around it. 

“You sound so much better gagging on my dick,” he chuckled, forcing himself entirely into your mouth until your nose was pressed against his pelvis, choking on the cum pouring out of his tip as trails of moans came out of his hung open mouth. “Yeah, that’s so fucking good, babe.”

After pulling out of your weak mouth, you didn’t have much time to bitch at him before you were bent over the table, dress forced up and panties ripped off, already rehardened cock slipped inside your dripping cunt. 

“So wet? Is this for me?” he muttered against the skin of your neck, moans spilling from your parted lips, throat way too sore to reach the volumes you currently were. “Did you like sucking my cock? How about this? Do you like this, hm?”

You frantically nodded as you felt his hands slide up your dress to roughly play with your boobs, thumbs circling over your sensitive nipples, “Ye-yeah, feels good.”

“Fuck, you’re such a whore, you know that?” he growled, smacking your ass after pulling his hand from your boob, the other one still lingering. “Gonna let me fuck you like this after just claiming you hate me?”

“I do hate you,” you scoffed, trying to sound strong, but your voice came out more unstable than you had originally planned. You did hate him, you just might not have hated this moment. The sex was good, I mean, how could you say no?

“I hate you too, don’t worry,” he snarled, grabbing a fistful of your hair to pull your head toward him, your back pressed against his chest. “I’m using you, baby. Only to pass the time, only to get her off my mind. You are simply a toy, that’s all.”

“You think she’s ever gonna come back?” you mocked, head slightly turning so your eyes could meet his, which had soon turned into a glare directed at you, “I can’t be a placeholder for someone who’s not coming back.”

“Shut the fuck up, toy,” he growled, upper lip twitching as he pushed you back down onto the table, pressing his palm to the center of your back to hold you there as the other gripped your hip tightly, his thrusts becoming harder yet sloppier. 

He was beyond enraged by your comments, and the movements of his own hips against your poor body really showed that. You were a whimpering and crying mess as soon as he became angry with you, almost making you want to sob out an apology, but you wouldn’t degrade yourself so much as to actually apologize to him, it’s bad enough you were letting him fuck you.

“I think you’re gonna make a good cumdump from now on,” he moaned loudly, his moans echoing throughout the rest of the kitchen. “I’ll use you however I please.”

“Scr-screw y-you,” you whined, continuing to be a little bitch to him, not realizing where it gets you. 

He groaned as he continued thrusting himself into you, head falling back as he smacked your ass again at your words. You squealed and dipped your head down against the table, burying your forehead into your arms. Your bodies colliding rocked the entire table, the sound of its creaking spread through the room.

Soon enough, he had let loose strands of cum inside you, feeling his hot liquid fill your insides as loud moans flew out of his mouth, desperate and frantic cries falling out of you, your release also shaking your body, cum seeping out around his cock. 

“Shit, maybe we should do this more often,” he’d say only as he’s rebuttoning his pants and you’re fixing your dress, wiping your mouth of the drool that poured out of the corners of your lips, patting away the dried tears coating your flushed cheeks.

“Yeah, whatever,” you rolled your eyes and stormed out of his house, ‘hoping’ you’d never see him again, but knowing damn well you’d cave and show up to his place the following night, all for a round two…

[wishluc]

hello miss asa! i was hoping you would consider my request: lilia taking care of a sick darling? i'm feeling very under the weather right now, and i'm just aching for lila to nurse me back to health <3 (i adore how you write him, so delightfully evil <3)

Awe anon :( wishing for your speedy recovery!

✧ CW: yandere character,

"Oh my," Lilia's cold hand brushes away some hair that had fallen over your forehead, "you're burning up," The way he says your name, oddly apathetic despite your state and the slight twitch of his lips makes you frown and sink down further into your bed.

Maybe he should try harder to appear concerned—not that he wasn't; there was genuine worry laced in his words—but the bitter taste of betrayal is still fresh in his mouth, and the displeasure that shuddered through him when he found you standing painfully close to your friend hasn't left him completely. Besides, he glances over to your figure, collapsed onto your sheets, you're clearly not in any state to be thinking too deeply about the off-putting smile and the hardness in his gaze.

Your reply is an incomprehensible garble, but by the tone of your voice, Lilia can already tell that you were protesting his aid, insisting he go back to his dorm. It was just like you to do that, even though it was clear from the tissues littering the floor and the circles under your eyes that you were hardly able to get by without him. Besides, your condition wouldn't ease up for a few more days, and this would serve as the perfect opportunity to spend some time together—something he wasn't able to do with you for a while already.

"Now, now," his airy laugh fills the room, and his hand goes to gently pinch at your cheek, "how could I leave you alone in this state? You forget that I've done this countless times before. I promise it's no bother."

He smiles at you again, light and easy, reminding you that despite the cracks in his exterior, he was still your ever-caring senior. His fingers caress your sweltering cheek before he makes his way around your room, cleaning up as he goes. Lilia talks to you, ignoring your dazed state, about his meeting with the music club, and how SIlver had fallen asleep mid-potion again. He doesn't mention Jamil, whose cooking you were complimenting the other day, jealousy still coiled around his heart. He rapidly flits around your room, flipping through your books and papers, staring uncomfortably long at the tart Trey had left you earlier before swiftly tossing it into the bin with all your other trash—even if you wanted to eat it, you couldn't have protested in your current state—and picked up your haphazardly thrown coat with a soft chuckle. Even your messes were endearing.

"I don't know how this happened" you mutter, cradling a cup of water in your hands, "I just woke up sick."

"Humans are so sickly," Lilia sighs, "Silver fell ill quite often too. But something about your demeanor tells me there's more to it than a simple illness. Almost like..."

He waits for you to take the bait, though he's tempted to just lean over and caress your cheek and whisper in your ear about how it had been quite some time since he last used this curse and how he carefully ensured that it shouldn't drain you off all your energy and leave you a corpse, but you wouldn't take well to that, even in your current state. Instead, he stays exactly where he is.

"What else...?"

Red eyes stare at you, void of any emotion. Lilia's mouth is set in a stern line, not allowing for an inch of familiarity, and slowly, he cocks his head to the side, his gaze narrowing and eyes gleaming. Your face looks almost as delightful as it did when he had you trapped during Beanfest, taking in shallow breaths and watching him warily. How cute; you were so utterly, helpless.

"It must be a curse," Lilia finally declares, pulling away so quickly that it shocks you, "there's no other explanation for your awful state. I wonder who you've upset so to get such a nasty little thing latched onto you..."

"A curse?"

"Mmm," he shakes his head, feigning concern, "I do believe it was that Pomefiore student you were studying with. They're quite good with their curses, aren't they?"

He expects to hear some words of defense, but to his surprise, you're uncharacteristically silent. He wonders if his earlier ministrations scared you after all.

You don't meet his eyes, "Can you remove it?"

Lilia takes a moment to really look at you; weariness set in so deep that you look depleted of any life, voice listless and distant and eyes drawn to the ground. At this rate, you'd hardly be able to get up and get yourself some water.

"Removing it is a simple matter," Lilia reassures you, "but you probably won't be able to take the stress of it. I think you should rest for a little while first. Don't worry," a small spell to put you to sleep is on the tip of his tongue, waiting to be said, but his soft smile gives nothing away, "I'll be right here when you wake up."

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[leakyweep]

Eustass Kid x Reader; Baby

A/N; GERMANY I always love your ideas and this was so much fun to write!! Also sorry for the corny argument I really couldn't think of anything else lmao

Words; 2.0k

Warnings: afab reader, masturbation, a little sub Kid hehe, overstim, penetration, degrading, please let me know if I missed anything :) minors DNI

Kid sighed, grumbling curses under his breath as he pulled his comforter over himself. He wasn't joining you in your cabin on the ship tonight; opting to stay in his own room after your argument with the red-haired menace.

"Kid, it wasn't anything like you're thinking. I fell!" You turned to your boyfriend, a furrow on your brows. "He caught me. Are you really jealous of your best friend, right now?"

Kid's face was comparable to the color of his hair; maroon and heated. He had walked into the kitchen, witnessing you in the arms of Killer. You had tripped, and he had caught you in quite a precarious position. You wanted to smack Kid across the head for even thinking anything like that, but you knew his temper was worse his listening skills.

"It fucking looked like he was enjoying it-his hands in places only my hands should be," he said, a sneer tearing at his lips. He couldn't help his possessiveness; it was a defense mechanism, a front for his fear of you leaving him because of who he was. How deviant and dangerous he could be. You knew his words were just uttered out of emotion, but you couldn't help but look at him incredulously.

You turned to his door, your arms crossed. Before exiting, you looked over your shoulder. "If you really believe that, you must be a self-righteous bastard. Killer would never do such a thing to you. And neither would I." You spat the words, insulted that he would think that of either you or his best friend. Before he could respond, you shut the door and retreated to your own cabin.

Now here he was, tossing and turning at the lack of your presence. He had always fallen asleep so easily with you; whether it be after an intense fuck that had both of you passed out naked before you could clean up, or after venting to each other and silently falling into your dreamlands in each other's embrace.

Now, it had been a few hours since he spoke to you, and he had actively ignored the gentle rapping on his cabin door about an hour ago. He didn't want to face you, and you knew that.

He knew better than to seek you out, especially after he cleared his head and realized he was wrong. He'd never admit that; but you also knew that. You just understand him so well, no matter how much he denied it. So, he suffered in silence, staring up at the ceiling, out the window, to your panties lying on the floor...

He was so frustrated, so tired after his emotions flared up, and he just needed to get his mind off things; so he grabbed the lacy fabric, raising it to his nose and sniffing your essence from them. It was like drugs to him, feeling as if your scent consumed every one of his nerve endings.

He reached to pull down his boxers, his dick still soft. He closed his eyes, imagining the night you had worn these panties, the teasing way you bent over to drag them down your soft legs...

He palmed himself until his hardness was aching and his tip was swollen, and he covered his cock with your panties. He started to pump himself gently, groaning at the feeling of the scratchy fabric dragging down the underside of his length. A bead of precum oozed from his slit, swiping against the panties and covering his cock in a slight lube for the time being.

The sound of your moans from his memory filled every corner of his brain, the gentle sound making him grunt your name as his hips bucked up into your undies, and his thoughts were no where near the argument from before, his pupils blowing with desire as he stared at the lace covering himself.

"Shit..." he rasped, his eyelids drooping back down. His hand engulfed his shaft as he worked himself faster, stopping at the tip for only a moment before continuing his fist down. His balls were slapping up and down in time with his movements deliciously; and he didn't even notice as you stepped into the room as he was lost in the naughty fantasy going on in his head.

He only knew of your presence when your palms snaked around his thighs, jolting him back to reality with a quick gasp. Your eyes half-lidded and your lips turned upwards in a lustful grin, you couldn't help but take his panty-covered cock in your own palm, beginning to pump him a lot more gently than he had been with himself.

"Aw, my baby didn't wanna admit he was wrong, so he decided to use my panties to get off?" You chuckled, shaking your head, "You're such a perv."

His length bobbed at the contact of your hand and the nature of your words, his neck snapping to turn away from you. His cheeks were turning red, and he was embarrassed you had caught him panty-handed.

"What the hell are- nngh- are you doin' here?" He asked through gritted teeth, trying not to think about the way your hand was squeezing his shaft delightfully.

"Well," you started, reaching two fingers to his chin to turn his head back to you, "I'd rather fuck than stare at the ceiling and count sheep to be honest." You smiled at the way his face was flushed, how his fingers were bunching parts of the sheet, and you knew that you had your boyfriend like putty in your hands.

"Yeah? I thought you said I was a bastard?" He asked boldly, like you weren't controlling his pleasure. You stopped the movement of your hand, noticing how his hips bucked up ever so slightly. He tried to keep his face steady, but you also noticed the slight strain in his features.

"I can still think you're a bastard and fuck you," you whispered, your tone sultry. You discarded your clothing to the floor, motioning to Kid's pants pooled around his knees. "Take those off."

Usually, he'd scoff and fuck you senseless for even thinking you could tell him what to do; but he knew better than that right now. You were right and he was wrong, so who was he to deny you this? Even a deviant such as him couldn't deny that line of thinking. He kicked the trousers the rest of the way down, forgetting them at the end of the bed, your figure straddling his lap much more important in this moment.

"Finish what you started, baby. I'll wait right here for you to cum, and then I'll reward you. Sound good, love?" You said, your voice twinged with lust-filled sweetness. Your eyebrows were set downwards, your tongue rolling over your bottom lip as you watched your boyfriend cut his eyes.

"Babe-"

"Kid. Now." Your voice was stern, and he knew then that there was no argument here; he was going to finish and you were going to watch. He felt a lump form in his throat and he found himself suddenly unable to speak. Your eyes were fiery, bold, and his wrist seemed to almost move to his dick and start pumping on its own, as if you were controlling him like a puppet.

He worked himself, squeezing as his palm moved downwards before pausing at the base and moving back up quickly. Your stare never left his cock, as if you were a cat ready to pounce. Your eyes half-lidded, your tongue darting across your bottom lip every time his balls bobbed in time with his wrist, your breasts squished against the bed as you laid on your stomach to watch him intently... it was making him so hard it hurt. Every ounce of blood in his body was seemingly drained into his dick by your presence, just the thought of you watching him make himself cum all over his own stomach while thinking of you, while you were right there, was driving Kid mad.

He let out a pitiful grunt, his hand tightening and his pace quickening. "Fuuuck-" his voice was strangled, as if it were taking every ounce of energy to fuck himself into his hand and not your mouth that was right there, "You fuckin' enjoying this, slut? The way- shit- the way I get off just thinkin' about that tight little pussy? Can't wait to shove my cock in you- mm-"

His body jerked, thick spurts of white cum staining his abdomen and stomach. His hand was squeezing the life out of his cock, his head tilted upwards to moan wantonly into the air, like music to your ears.

You hummed gently, your hands slowly snaking their way up his thighs and to his lats to hold his torso down, suddenly mounting his lap after he was fresh out of an orgasm. He barely had time to gasp before you were smothering his sensitive cock with your aching pussy.

"Wha- mmph! D-damn, fuck-!" he couldn't even fathom a word that wasn't a curse as his overstimulated cock twitched inside your pussy, making you mewl gently. You began to gyrate your hips, your mound connected to his abdomen still as you relished in the way his swollen, tender head rested at the edge of your cervix. Your hands were planted against his chest, his own fingers reaching up to grip your wrists.

"Don't complain about your reward, baby," you cooed, sweat beginning to bead at your forehead. You swiveled your hips on his cock, spelling out your name with a smile. He felt it; and he matched your grin as his teeth caught his bottom lip. "Doesn't it feel so good, so sensitive and- aahh!"

Your dirty words were cut off by Kid, who had stilled your hips with his arm, fucking up into your squelching cunt quickly and mercilessly now that his dick didn't feel sensitive as all hell. Breathy moans and rough growls, squishing sounds of your pussy and slapping noises of your hips bouncing on his lap, none of the most sinful noises were absent as Kid fucked up into you with vigor and pride.

He had let you take the reins for a moment; but he needed to be in control now.

"Reward? Slut, you are my reward. Now, shut up and take my fucking cock." His hips met yours with reckless abandon, determined to make you forget the argument from before. It was definitely working.

The bed creaking ceased as you slammed your hips down, your pulsing walls choking his length and head and sucking him into your orgasm. A shuddering shriek of Kid's name and something that sounded like "coming" spilled from your lips, your juices coating his cock and abs, mingling with the dry cum from his previous meat-beating. Your body was twitching and goosebumps painted your skin, every single last nerve in your body taken over by pleasure at the feeling of Kid's cock jammed into your g-spot.

Kid wasn't far behind, painting your inner walls with his spend, his mouth full of curses and filthy calls of your name. They were shouted out into the heated air, uncaring for what poor soul walking around above deck would hear.

You stayed positioned on his cock, cum dripping from your stretched entrance, leaking onto Kid's balls. You dropped your head to rest on his shoulder, panting and trying to catch your breath. Your hair was sticking to the sweat of your temples and forehead, and Kid reached down to move the strands and kiss your face. It was hot and sweaty, but he didn't seem to mind as he was covered in a mixture of both of your fluids.

"So... was that your apology for being wrong?" you asked with a chuckle, gazing up at him with an adoring gaze.

He just chuffed, "Tcch, sure. If that's what you wanna call that." He rolled his eyes, the blush dusting his cheeks only a little noticeable. You kissed the skin where his neck met his shoulder, running your tongue around the marks you hadn't even recalled making during the intense debauchery.

"A win is a win, baby!" you laughed, doing a little victory dance. You had forgotten you were still impaled on his hardness, and the way you wiggled on his cock made the head brush against your swollen sweet spot, making you squeak. Kid laughed.

"That's what you get!"

[vale-writes]

smutty wyll thoughts pt. 2

HORN HANDLEBARS. HITS POST.

tags: gender neutral reader, reader’s genitals are not described, some fluff/hurt-comfort, top!wyll, bottom!reader, soft dom!reader, sub!wyll, light dom/sub dynamics (reader is just spoiling and taking care of him), mentions of act 2/3 spoilers, unprotected sex, creampie

wyll was really insecure about his devil horns. most nights, when he thought you’d fallen asleep, he’d look at himself in the mirror, wondering how you could ever see him as anything other than a monster. he’d spent his teenage years and entire adult life hunting devils, and now he was one of them? the thought was too much to bear.

you stirred in the silk sheets and came up behind him, gently hugging him from behind and kissing the back of his neck.

“you know i love you, right?” you murmured into his soft skin.

“even if i look like.. this? even if i’m a monster?” his voice quivered slightly. his words were barely above a whisper. he feared if he spoke them too loudly, he wouldn’t be able to stop the flood of emotions that’d follow. he sacrificed everything for baldur’s gate, protected the innocent, and this was his repayment? this was how a hero was rewarded?

“wyll, dear,” you said as you placed a hand to his jaw, pushing his face to meet yours. “you’re not a monster. these horns, your eye, they only show me how much you love the people of the sword coast. i don’t see a devil. i see you, wyll ravengard. the man who spared karlach, against everything you’d been told, because you saw the innocence in her eyes. the man who made an impossible deal to save baldur’s gate. the man who walked in step with me the entire way to the netherbrain and fought to save all of faerûn.”

you held his face in both of your hands, gazing into his eyes. “so no, you’re not a monster. you’re love.”

he stared into your eyes for a long moment, not saying anything. “you really think so?” he asked quietly.

“i don’t think so, i’m telling you so.” with that, you put out the candle illuminating the space in front of the mirror.

“well, who am i to argue with you?” a small smile flitted across his face in the dark of your shared bedroom. he pulled you into a deep kiss, sliding one hand behind your head and the other to your hip, pulling you in close. your hands fell down to his chest. he let out a small gasp as they traced over the sensitive ridges on his neck and shoulders.

“good boy,” you whispered and felt him stiffen in surprise. “glad you know not to argue, dearest.” you gently pushed on his chest, making him walk backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed. he immediately sat down, pulling you in to straddle him.

“please, gods, call me that again,” he said breathlessly between kisses.

“dearest? i call you that all the time, darling,” you teased. he could feel your shit eating grin against his lips.

“you know what i’m talking about, love,” he groaned.

“i don’t think i do. can you remind me?” you pulled off your night shirt with a quiet hum.

he buried his face in your neck and whined, “please, love, call me your- your.. good boy again.”

“ah, there you go, my love,” you cooed as you traced his horns, earning a shudder from him. “you’re such a good boy for me.”

the moan he let out sent vibrations through your entire neck. you started to massage the base of his horns with one hand while you ran your thumb of the other over the ridges on his neck. you could feel his warm breath speeding up on your throat, his cock starting to harden under you.

and then you started grinding on him.

his hands instantly flew to your hips, trying to regain some semblance of control. he let out a moan that almost sounded more like a wail. he’d never thought to touch his new.. sensitive areas. in fact, he’d actively avoided going anywhere near them, too afraid to accept the fact that a devil’s curse could ever make him feel good.

“shhh, baby. it’s okay. you can be a good boy for me and take it, right?” you said as you ground harder onto him. he nodded frantically.

“y-yes, of course i can do that-“ he was cut off by his own moans as you licked a stripe along his neck ridges. you helped him pull off his shirt, inhaling deeply and letting out a groan of pleasure at seeing his alluring body. you ran your hands up and down his torso, your fingers catching on the old scars and the new ridges. wyll leaned back onto his elbows to better drink in the sight of you on top of him. he let his head fall back with a moan when you started kissing and marking his chest.

“please, don’t tease me any more. i can’t- i can’t take it,” he said, his voice straining with desperation. “i need you. now.”

“well, who am i to deny my prince any longer?” you purred, standing up to pull yours and his pants off. you untied his underwear and slid them off his legs after he obediently raised his hips for you. you left a few kisses and nibbles on the inside of his thighs, earning whines and a hand in your hair from him.

“please, please my love. i’ve been a good boy for you, haven’t i? please just let me inside of you,” he begged through heavy breaths. you let out a content hum and pulled off your own (now soaked and sticky) underwear before returning to your previous position in his lap. he reached a hand out into the darkness and let out a small gasp when he felt how.. excited you were. just the idea of you getting this turned on from touching him got wyll even harder. his elbows dug deeper into the mattress when you dragged the tip of his cock over your hole a few times before starting to push it in. the so-called “ridges in unmentionable places” rubbed along your own unmentionable place wonderfully, ripping a few whimpers from your chest as you continued to guide him into you.

once wyll had bottomed out inside of you, you both sat quietly for a moment, just trying to adjust. he’d pushed himself back up off his elbows to wrap his arms around you and rest his forehead on yours. you inhaled his scent, one that always smelled like the forest, no matter what perfumes or oils he put on. your heat was so tight around him he felt like he could never- or rather should never- pull out of you. and his cock stretched you so nicely that you thought he might as well have molded you to fit him perfectly.

“can i move?” he whispered breathlessly into your ear.

“oh, darling, don’t lift a finger. just be a good boy and take it,” you moaned as you started to move, rising up and slamming yourself down onto him. both of your moans filled the room. the air got hotter from your bodies and breaths. as you ran your thumb along wyll’s wet lips, you thought, “is he.. drooling?” you giggled a little and kept going faster and faster, wanting to hear those broken moans fall from his lips forever.

“i can’t-“ he gasped. “it’s too much- you feel too good, i’m going to-“ wyll fell back onto the bed, grabbing your hips and bucking into you wildly, desperately chasing his release. his dick hit a new spot inside you that made you see stars, but you had to snap out of it and get a hold of yourself.

“now, prince, did i say you could cum?” you asked with fake sympathy. “don’t you want to be a good boy and cum with me?”

“i can’t-“

“you can, and you will.”

he swallowed down his moan as his dick twitched inside of you. he was too embarrassed to admit it, but he got ridiculously turned on when you took control of him like this.

so, you can imagine the amount of self-control it took for him to not cum right then and there when you grabbed him by the horns to face you again. he let out one of the loudest moans you’d ever heard from him when your gripped his horns and started using them as leverage to get him deeper inside you.

“there we go,” you moaned, panting. you were close and he knew it.

“yes- yes please use me however you want. please let me make you cum, my love.”

it was one, two, three more thrusts before you came all over him. he suddenly had a death grip on your hips as he pulled you down onto his cock so he could finish inside of you, letting out a wail of pleasure before burying his face in your neck again. you felt his warm cum fill you up and then some. it dripped out of you and onto the shaft of his cock while he softened inside of you.

you pulled him into a passionate but gentle kiss, holding his face in your hands while you both caught your breaths.

“i think- i think i’m starting to like the horns and bumps,” he chuckled.

“i’m glad we’re on the same page, then.”

[unhappycylinder]

Gonna Be Trouble (Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Fem!Reader) Pt. 8

wc: 3.3k

Warnings: Jake being an idiot, cursing, Gabby and Rooster being adorable,

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“Gabby I just don’t know what to do,” you sobbed into the phone, “I know he said that stuff to push me away, I know it's not how he really feels, but what kind of person can say that to someone they love? He probably doesn’t even love me…”

“Y/n don’t say that,” Gabby’s comforting voice brought more tears to your eyes, “you know he loves you, we all do, but you gotta remember its Hangman we’re talking about. He doesn’t know how to love someone this much. He’s from Texas, he doesn’t know how to have feelings.”

You laughed, wiping away your tears that had pooled in the crease of your nose, “very fair.”

“I’m so sorry he did this…” Gabby stuttered, “I have no idea why. We talked to him just the same day he called you, like literally hours before, and he told Rooster that he believed in you guys…”

That only made you sob harder, “then which one is it?” You coughed, the emotions overloading you to the point you thought you might throw up.

“Sweetheart oh my god,” Gabby’s heart broke for you, and her blood ran cold thinking of Hangman and how he could hurt you like this, “I don’t think you should be alone right now”

“There’s nothing I can do about that Gabby. It’s a long weekend, I have no friends here who know anything about my personal life, I have no money to go anywhere, I’m stuck,” you ranted to her.

“Alright then I’m flying you down”

“What?” You squeaked, “Gabby you’re not doing that”

“Yeah I am,” she pulled out a computer and started typing, you just stared at her dumbfounded over the phone, “send me your TSA number honey, we’re getting you out of there”

“Gabby,” you ran your hands over your forehead, “a flight to San Diego would be like $400 this last minute, it's ridiculous. I’ll be fine, I’m not-”

“Y/n just hush. You’re my best friend, you need support, and I need to see you. Plus, my husband’s in the military, I get flight discounts, and I have access to his credit card and he’s gonna be away at sea so who’s gonna know”

“You’ve got this deployment thing down don’t you,” you laughed at her

“We’ve only been married a few months but I’ve been with this idiot for years, and not once has he questioned why thousands of dollars leave his bank account every time he goes away. Honestly I don’t think he’s smart enough to remember how much money he had before he left…” She rambled while she booked your flight, “Can you be at the airport at 6 tomorrow? Direct flight to San Diego at 8:30…Roo and I can pick you up?”

“Gabby, I mean this sincerely, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you smiled at her,

“Suffer…probably,” she giggled, making you laugh too.

“Thank you Gabby, you’re the best”

“I know I am,” she flipped her hair, “anyway I gotta go soak up some Rooster time before he leaves for forever…”

You giggled, “I don’t want to know details…I’ll see you tomorrow, love you!”

“Love you more, go get some sleep, and don’t forget about your flight please!”

You blew her a kiss before hanging up. Luckily, the emotions from Jake’s phone call had drained you for the day, and you fell asleep pretty easily after the talk with Gabby. After all, you had a flight to catch in the morning.

—

“You better give me a big hug right now,” Gabby said as she walked towards you, arms wide open, as you exited the airport and the warm California air hit your face. Your lip quivered at the sight of your best friend, your tired arm threatening to drop your duffel bag as you embraced her and let your tears flow.

“You’re okay sweetie, you’re here now,” Gabby comforted you as she ran her fingers through your hair

“You have no idea how much this means to me,” you sobbed out, “I’m so happy to be here”

“Awww, I know,” she pulled away and grabbed your face, the widest smile across hers.

“Ladies, this is cute and all,” Rooster yelled from the car, “but this is 5 minute parking and this pilot isn’t looking to get banned from the airport anytime soon…”

“Oh calm down pendejo,” Gabby grabbed your bag from you and threw it into the trunk of the car. 

Sliding into the back seat of the car, you caught Rooster’s apologetic gaze through the rear view mirror, the sorrow in his eyes nearly making you break down again.

“Still haven’t heard anything from Hangman?” He asked, the bronco slowly moving out of the line of cars waiting to pick up passengers.

“Ay!” Gabby exclaimed, slapping the back of his head.

“What?” Rooster threw a hand up in defense, hunching over the steering wheel to avoid his wife’s swing.

“Why the fuck would you ask that?” Gabby hissed before turning around to face you, “I’m sorry honey, Mexico did a number on his brain apparently,” she joked as she muttered curses in Spanish to herself. Gabby and Rooster had just returned from a short but sweet honeymoon in Mexico, of which you heard many….maybe too many…intimate tales.

“It’s okay,” you sighed, “um I haven’t heard from him.”

Gabby and Rooster shared a knowing glance.

“Not to keep making you guys play middleman but…have you heard anything?”

“Um…” they both said in unison while staring at each other.

“You can tell me, guys, I’m pretty sure I’d rather know than not.”

Rooster sighed before turning to his wife, who then turned back around to face you.

“I wasn’t gonna tell you this cause I didn’t want you to get anxious,”

Too late, you thought to yourself.

“Jake knows you’re here…”

“Oh?” You felt a punch in your gut, the feeling of anxiety creeping into your throat as Gabby watched you process, “does he-”

“It doesn’t matter what he wants,” Gabby placed her hand on your knee, “you’re here to relax, not appease him. We’ll answer any questions you have of course, but I want you to spend this weekend how you want to, no matter what, okay?”

You sighed, questions and concerns filling your mind, “Okay,” you shook your head. Relaxing was probably the last thing you could do right now.

—

“I think I need to see him,” you muttered as Gabby helped you put your toiletries away in the guest bathroom.

Gabby sighed, “okay, whatever you want, but do you really think that’s a good idea?”

“I don’t know, is it? Did he say anything about wanting to see me?” You reclined against the bathroom counter, arms folding across your chest.

“Of course he did, Y/n, he feels like shit for breaking up with you, I know he regrets it. Rooster said his flying’s been off the past couple days, says he’s been extra dangerous, whatever that means.”

“Shit,” you panicked at the thought of him burning in, “yeah I need to talk to him”

“I’ll call him then, let him know to come by?” Gabby asked, waiting for you to decide where you wanted to meet him.

“I think I’ll just walk to his place,” you said mindlessly.

“Babe that's like a mile from here, why would you do that?”

“Give myself time to think of what to say? Time to abort the mission?” You sighed, leaving the bathroom to begin your pilgrimage to Jake’s.

“Alright, well, let me know if you need us to pick you up. I love you!”

“Love you too, wish me luck,” you yelled from the stairwell before departing.

—

Hovering your fist over Jake’s door, reality finally hit and anxiety flooded your body as you contemplated what the hell you were doing at Jake’s door three days before he deployed. 

“Y/n what the fuck?” You whispered, fist returning to your side as you promptly marched down his driveway, praying he hadn’t noticed you there.

He had.

“Y/n?” A groggy voice muttered from behind you, the Texan drawl of the man you loved barely identifiable over your own whispers. Stopping dead in your tracks, the anxiety bubbled up once again and this time threatened tears from your eyes. With a deep breath you turned around to see him.

Jake stood shirtless in his doorway, grey sweatpants clinging to his hips, his hair spiked and disheveled. The home behind him was dark, no blinds open to let in the midday sun of San Diego, and likely no ventilation for the better part of the last couple days. His eyes blinked rapidly as he adjusted to the light, the hand not clasping the doorknob shielding his green orbs as he trailed up your figure.

“Hey,” you croaked, tears beginning to slowly track your cheekbones. You didn’t move at all, you stood static on his driveway, arms crossed in front of you in a shallow attempt to comfort yourself.

“Come in baby,” he said groggily, breaking your heart to hear him call you such a loving nickname in such a tender way. The tears grew more frequent as you shook your head and walked towards him, arms still crossed until you reached the doorway and stood mere inches from him. 

He was impossible to read, but the one emotion you could identify was sympathy. Even Hangman, the hard-to-crack fighter pilot with confirmed kills, couldn’t stand to watch the woman who owned his heart stand in front of him shaking with sadness that he caused. You reached up to wipe away your tears, closing your eyes briefly, and just then you felt his strong arms around you. Jake pulled you close, nuzzling his face into your neck and stroking your back with his strong hands.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n, I’m so sorry baby,” he whispered into your hair. You cried harder, eliciting a grunt and sigh from him as the consequences of his actions finally caught up with his emotions.

“The things I said to you were-” he lifted up his head and stared upwards, searching for words, you remained nestled into his chest as you cried, “they were appalling. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything after Rooster told me you were here, I should have tried to see you. I just didn’t know what you’d want…”

“Jake-” you cut him off, peeling yourself off his bare chest to gaze into his eyes which were now also brimming with tears, “we need to talk about this stuff”

He nodded. You needed answers, he needed reassurance, talking was the only thing you could do. He let go of you and welcomed you into the house. Just as you had expected, he hadn’t opened a single window in the whole home, the air stagnant and dark, and the smell of dirty dishes beginning to creep through the building. You walked over to his couch, sitting down on the warm fabric that had obviously been the host of his body for the past couple days. He sat next to you, knees barely grazing yours as you sat in silence for a brief moment.

“Jake, do you remember what you told me on the beach at the beginning of the summer?”

“That I loved you?”

The past tense stung.“No, the part about you burning in, about what Phoenix was saying about you being safer…”

“Oh,” he glanced downwards, “yeah I do”

“Jake, you told me that you were flying safe because you were scared of losing me, that you were scared you’d miss out on our life, on our memories. You told me you wanted to see where we end up, and that our love motivated you to be a better pilot,” you fiddled with his fingers as you spoke, “and Rooster told me you haven’t been flying safe lately,” your throat choking up the more you thought of him being careless, “and I just don’t get why,” you finally sobbed.

The sound of your voice breaking finally brought Jake’s attention to you, concern and pity filling his eyes as he watched you struggle to explain yourself.

“I don’t get why you push me away. I don’t get why you tell me one thing and then do another. I don’t get why you put yourself in danger for no reason, why you put your career and your life on the line….to what? To prove some point?” Tears pooled on your cheeks while your eyes searched the room for some semblance of comfort. “The things you said when you broke up with me hurt, they hurt me to my core, but the thought of you throwing your life away out of spite hurts even more.”

Jake was speechless, his green eyes glassy under scrunched eyebrows as he finally felt the pain you had been enduring because of him.

“The life I want is the life I share with you. And I went into this relationship knowing distance and deployment and all that shit would be a factor. You did too. I’m prepared to go through anything for you…because I want those memories, Jake. I want to hold you and kiss you and dream of you while you’re gone. I want to move into your stupidly undecorated house on base when I graduate and be here for you every night when you come home,” you gestured to his bare walls, eliciting a small chuckle and nod from the hard-to-crack military man who had tears dropping from his eyes.

“God Jake the love I feel for you is endless. I gave you my heart, I gave you myself, don’t give those things back to me.” You stopped talking, the emotions overwhelming you to the point where you removed your hand from his and tucked your knees up in front of you, bundling yourself into a ball while Jake processed everything you said.

“I think…” he began, his eyes searching every part of the room except where you were, “I think we should take some time to think about all this,” he slowed down as he said the last few words.

Your tears dried up, shock overtaking the sadness. You didn’t expect this, you didn’t expect him to mean the things he said, to mean that he didn’t want to be with you.

“So you meant it?” You questioned, eyes finally meeting his.

“What?” He asked quietly

“You meant the things you said. The things about us? About me?”

“No, Y/n. I’m sorry for the things I said to you. They were hurtful and wrong and downright disrespectful. You’re a sweetheart and I’m sorry. I just mean I don’t think it's smart for us to jump into things right now, not with my deployment and your school.”

“What are you saying,” you cut him off.

“I think maybe we should just wait to date or something, til I’m back…”

“Jake,” your voice cracked, “I can’t do that,” you sobbed.

“You don’t think it's a good idea?” He asked earnestly.

“I’m gonna be waiting for you either way. I’d rather be waiting as your girlfriend than just some girl who's heartbroken and doesn’t even know if the man she loves loves her back.”

“You’re not some girl, Y/n, you’re my girl,” he rubbed your arm.

Shrugging him off as the confusion overwhelmed you, “no I’m not Jake. You broke up with me, you told me we should wait. Those don’t exactly go hand in hand with being ‘your girl,” you stood up to leave, he stared at you bewildered, “I’m leaving. You need to make up your mind, I’m tired of being confused about how you feel about me.”

You walked through the dark house to his door, opening it and letting the harsh California light hit the living room where he still sat on the couch, eyes never leaving your frame. 

“Good luck on your deployment, Jake,” and with that you took one last look at him and left the house, closing the door behind him. As you walked away, you held out for the possibility that he would open the door and come running out with an apology. But he didn’t. You walked the whole way back to Gabby’s without a word…without an ounce of clarity…just confusion like you had never felt before.

—

The remainder of the weekend went by without a word from Jake. Occasional glances from Rooster after he got a text or got off the phone let you know that, per usual, you were the only person out of the loop when it came to your relationship issues. Nevertheless, going through this breakup without Gabby would have been impossible, and her support meant the world to you.

Monday came around and it was time for the pilots to leave. The debate of whether or not to go had lived in the back of your mind for the better part of the weekend, eating away at you when you tried to close your eyes. Ultimately, after lots and lots of thinking, you had decided not to go for multiple reasons. For one, it gave Gabby and Rooster time alone during a special moment…and it also gave you the upper hand over Hangman. Despite what he told you, you knew Jake, and you knew he’d expect you to be there to wave him off. 

“You sure you don’t want to come, honey?” Rooster asked you as he walked by the couch where you reclined in their living room, dressed in his flight suit.

“Yeah I’m sure,” you sighed, sitting up to face him. “I know he’s gonna expect me to be there. And I want to be there for him…but I can’t let myself keep getting hurt. I can’t let him know that he can keep hurting me and I’ll come crawling back…”

“You know, as much as I love Jake, and as long as I’ve known him,” Rooster began, “I think you’re doing the right thing. You’re showing him you’re prioritizing yourself, which is important. He’s an asshole, he needs to be put in his place.”

“He is an asshole isn’t he,” you and Rooster laughed together.

“Alright honey,” Rooster ruffled your hair, the nickname he always called you by making you smile, “I’m outta here. I’ll keep my lips sealed to Jake for a bit, but you know how to reach me if you want me to tell him anything, okay?”

He grabbed his bags, “or if you just want to chat, I’d like that too.”

“Bradley!” Gabby’s piercing voice ran out from upstairs, “we’re gonna be late if you don’t hurry the fuck up!”

“Down here, baby!” He yelled back.

Gabby came running downstairs, “You’re ready before me?” She asked out of breath.

“Yeah?” Rooster said sassily, “why are you so shocked by that?”

You giggled at the couple, making Gabby sneer at you.

“Don’t you dare laugh with him,” she pointed at you, making you and Rooster laugh harder. She sighed before walking down and embracing her husband.

“You can’t wear this flight suit in the home, Brashdaw, otherwise you’ll be late to everything…” she flirted before kissing him, his hands gripping her hips.

“I love you, Gabby,” he kissed her again.

“Y'all are gonna make me throw up, go get on a boat or something Roo,” you pretended to gag as you got up from the couch.

“Bye Y/n,” Rooster said, letting go of Gabby briefly to give you a hug and kiss on the forehead, “don’t be a stranger”

“Back at ya.” you gave him a smile, “don’t like die or anything….Gabby would kill you”

Your friend laughed, giving you a brief nudge before opening the front door for Rooster. She shot you a quick wink before closing the door behind her, the sound of the bronco starting not long after. 

And with that, you sat back down on the couch, left with your own thoughts and the slightest feeling of regret and worry beginning…what if you never got to say goodbye?

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Run Rabbit

Marvel | Starker

Peter has bad luck with boyfriends. The kind of bad luck that means his previous two boyfriends have ended up mysteriously dead. At least he has Tony. A stead fast and loving friend who his taking him to his cabin in the woods to get away from it all. So far away from the city, all alone, Peter might finally be able to relax. He really owes Tony for taking such good care of him…

Rating: Explicit

Warnings/tags: kidnapping, noncon, yandere!Tony, referenced/discussed murder, graphic violence, blood play, gun violence, fear kink, sadism, blood as lube

For Aech <3

The air smelled like flowers and freshly churned dirt. It was much too gentle a scent on much too gentle a day for Peter's second funeral in only six months. He knew what everyone thought. That somehow this was his fault. The police had questioned him for hours this time. First Harry, the best friend he'd grown up with who had never given him the time of day as far as romance. At least not until college. Then Quentin, whom he'd only been dating for about a week. He hadn't even really been ready, but Quentin had insisted he would feel better if he moved on and Peter did just want to be happy again.

A warm hand came to rest on his shoulder. "You ready to go, kid?" Tony asked. His voice was gentle and comforting. Too gentle once again. They were the last to leave. Even Quentin's parents were long gone. Peter just couldn't shake the guilt.

"Do you think they're right? Is this my fault somehow?"

"Did you kill him?" Tony asked simply.

Peter flinched. "Of course not!"

"Then don't worry about it." He squeezed his shoulder. Peter turned around and looked at his face. He was such a comfort to have in these moments. Even if none of this affected him. It wasn't his fault he wasn't great at emotional advice. At least he was here.

"Thank you for coming, Tony. I don't think I can do this alone."

The man gave him a small smile. "Anything for you, Peter."

He almost smiled back. "I think I'm ready to go now."

Tony offered his arm and Peter took it, glad for the comfort of physical contact. They walked back to Tony's car parked to the side of the narrow cemetery road. The shiny black metal was at contract in the natural landscape. It seemed cold. Yet those leather seats were warm as Peter sunk down in the passenger seat. He was safe in here. He was always safe with Tony. The man gave his hand a little squeeze before starting the car.

The drive was long and quiet. Tony grabbed a blanket from the back and wrapped him in it when he started to cry. He fell asleep leaning against the door. He woke each time the car stopped. Tony kept trying to feed him at every gas station fast food place, but he just wasn't hungry. And he fell asleep every time the tires touched the highway.

Tony had a cabin up in Maine. The long drive was well worth escaping the city. Getting away from whatever demon had cursed his life. At least here it would be just him and Tony. No boyfriends to get murdered and no murderers to come after him. He was safe here.

Tony made dinner. It was warm savory comfort food. Finally, Peter felt hungry. He couldn't remember the last time he actually ate, but Tony put a plate of chicken and gravy in front of him and he couldn't get enough. He finally felt himself relax. He was safe. Everything was okay now. And Tony was so easy to talk to. It was nice to laugh again.

They ended up sitting on the couch talking by the fire as the sun set.

"I know Quentin wasn't great for me," Peter admitted. "It still hurts that he's gone."

"That's normal," Tony said. "There's someone out there for you though. Someone who makes you happy." Peter looked away from the fire to Tony's face. Tony's eyes seemed to stare into his soul.

"Someone who loves you unconditionally, who makes you laugh. Makes you feel safe. Someone who would do anything for you."

Peter laughed awkwardly at his intensity. "Yeah, wouldn't that be nice."

A hand came to rest on top of his. "I would never allow anyone to hurt you, Peter."

"Thanks-"

"I know what they did to you. How Quentin was pushy even when you were unsure. How Harry didn't give you the time of day until he realized how easily he could have you. They didn't deserve you."

Peter pulled his hand back. "What are you saying?"

"You don't have to worry about boys like that anymore, Pete. I'll take care of you."

"That's really sweet Tony but-"

"But?" He raised his eyebrows. "I did all of this for you, Peter." Peter leaned away from him. What was he saying? Why was he so angry all of a sudden? Then he laughed lightly. "No, it's okay. You don't understand yet, but you will."

Peter looked at the man. Really looked at him. He seemed deranged in a way that made his hair stand on end. A sixth sense told him to run. He wasn't looking at a man, he was looking at a predator.

A hand stroked his hair and he flinched. Tony pretended not to notice. "You're smart. I'm sure you're putting it together. Don't be scared, sweetheart. It's just love. Love can make a man crazy."

"You killed them," Peter breathed.

Tony nodded. "I did. I saved you from them. You don't have to suffer sleeping with lesser men now. I know it was me you always wanted."

"Yeah..." Peter's hands were shaking. What should he do? He couldn't stay here with a murderer, but Tony wasn't going to just let him leave.

Tony smiled. "See, I knew you'd understand."

"Yeah, of course." Tony took his hand away and Peter was grateful when he changed the subject. It was concerning how easily he moved on as if murder were nothing at all. Peter almost thought he imagined the whole conversation. He tried not to let the terror show. He needed to stay calm, find a way out without pissing him off. He bit his lip to hold back the tears, but they came anyway.

"Oh sweetheart, don't cry." Tony reached for him and Peter pulled away. He just came closer until he could wrap his arm around him. His hand stroked his cheek. The concern in his eyes seemed almost real. Maybe it was to him. "You've been through a lot, I know it's scary. Let me help you."

Tony left the couch looking for something. Peter glanced at the door. It was just around the corner of the couch. He could make it if he was quick. He glanced at Tony again. His back was to him. He could make it. He could...

Peter lurched to his feet and ran, but his fingers fumbled on the lock. When he grabbed the handle and pulled the chain snapped tight. Tony grabbed him around the waist and the sharp prick of a needle stung his neck.

"It's okay, Peter," Tony cooed. He dropped the syringe and pet his hair. "It's okay. Sleep tight, Petey."

Dull light from the window woke him as the sun rose. For a moment he was groggy. He rubbed his eyes, sore and raw from crying.

Peter watched Tony's chest rise and fall. He was still asleep. If there was going to be an opportunity, this was it. He moved slowly, dragging himself across the bed in such small increments it felt as if the floor were miles away. When his feet finally touched cold wood, he froze, watching Tony's face. When he gave no sign of waking, Peter slipped out and laid the blanket down carefully in his place.

He tiptoed through the cabin until he found his shoes and jacket. Then he faced the door. Was there an alarm? He didn't see one. He didn't see Tony's car keys anywhere either. His head was scrambling, trying to come up with a plan, but he had no idea where he was. He wouldn't even recognize the roads since he slept the whole way up. He looked at Tony still asleep on the bed. The best thing to do was to get away. Find help. He couldn't just stand there waiting.

He turned the dead bolt. Then he unhooked the chain. He didn't look back to see if Tony woke. If he broke his momentum he'd freeze. He turned the lock on the door knob and opened the door. Then he was out.

Peter closed the door slowly behind them and turned the knob so the latch wouldn't click. He walked carefully down the steps, but once his feet hit the grass he ran.

The morning air was cold enough to sting his face. The low light of the rising sun cast shadows in the trees that heightened his paranoia. He hadn't gotten far when behind him heard a bang.

"Oh, Peter!" Tony called back in the direction of the house. "Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?"

The sound of his voice made him stumble and he realized how much noise he was making. If he could hear Tony, then Tony could probably hear him. He stopped and crouched with his back to a tree. What should he do?

Tony went quiet. He couldn't hear anything. No yelling, no footsteps. He risked a look around the tree trunk and saw nothing. Maybe he'd gone the wrong way. Maybe he thought Peter would follow the road. Too many maybes. There was nothing he could do but run again.

Tree roots threatened to trip him if he didn't look down. Branches smacked him in the face when he didn't look up. This forest was old and dense and unfriendly to someone who didn't know the first thing about nature. He tried not to think about what that meant when he was being chased by someone who spent the fall season using this place for a hunting cabin.

"Run, Peter Rabbit, run!" Tony's voice laughed through the trees.

He was too close. Peter was afraid to look back and see how close. He was younger, more spry, that had to be enough of an advantage right? He could out run him.

Pain stole all thought from his mind. He screamed, vision going white, and fell forward onto the ground. He rolled through the leaves and stopped on his back, holding his thigh. Blood dripped between his fingers.

He tried to examine the wound, but the sight of blood and tissue made his head spin. He dragged himself to his feet, sobbing through the pain, and started running again. Adrenaline pushed the pain to the back of his mind but not for long. He felt cold and tired. He took his jacket off and tied the arms above the wound as tight as he could get it. It wasn't enough. He knew it wasn't. Tony was going to catch him.

He dropped to the ground, but he kept crawling. He won't kill me. He wants me alive. He told himself.

Tony tisked behind him. "Were you even trying to get away? You left quite a trail." Leaves crunched as he came closer. A foot planted on the back of his wounded thigh made him scream. For a moment he thought he might pass out. Maybe it would be better if he did. He couldn't look at him, couldn't pull his head up from the dirt. He didn't know the monster that stood over him.

"Sweetheart," Tony crouched beside him. "You can't get away from me." He ran his fingers gently through his hair only to grab a fistful at the nape of his neck and pull his head to the side. His pupils were so wide that his eyes gleamed. Peter's stomach twisted as he realized the mistake he'd made. It was the chase that thrilled him.

"Let me go." He could taste dirt stuck in his teeth, but that was the least of his problems.

"If I let you go you'll bleed out. Is that what you want? Do you want to die in these woods where no one will ever find your body?"

"You don't want to kill me, Tony. You love me, don't you?"

He smiled sweetly. "You know how much I love you, but if dying cold and alone is what you really want..."

He let go of his hair and his head dropped back to the ground. He barely had the strength to lift it again. "No, please," Peter whimpered. "Help me please, Tony."

A gentle hand stroked his hair. He couldn't see what the man was doing, but he felt him moving. Then something slid over his back like an uncoiling rope. His arms were pulled up over his head.

"What are you doing?"

"I caught a rabbit, didn't I?" Peter struggled as he looped the rope around his wrists, but he was quick and the rope dug into his skin as he pulled. Tony stepped off of him and tied the length around a thin tree. He pulled a knife from his hip and a grin spread across his face. "I have to make sure my rabbit doesn't get away while I skin him."

"What? No!" Peter squirmed, but Tony pinned him with a hand between his shoulders. He felt the knife scrape over his lower back where his shirt had ridden up and he still. "Please- please," he sobbed.

The knife slipped under the fabric of his jeans. Tony pulled up and the cotton split. He ran the knife down to his ankle on one side then cut through the other.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting a better look at this leg." Peter couldn't help the pathetic sounds he made as fingers prodded at the wound in his thigh. "You want the good news or the bad news first?"

"What's the bad news?"

"Well actually," Tony laughed. "It's the same either way. You're not gonna bleed out."

"What do you mean?" He couldn't put together what part of that was the bad news and Tony didn't give him a chance to think it over before he told him without saying a word. The cold edge of his knife found the fabric of his briefs and in hardly a second the fabric was torn and his ass was bare.

Peter kicked with his good leg and tried to squirm away, but Tony climbed on top of him, knees hugging his thighs. "Tony stop! Stop, please- don't!"

"Don't start begging just yet, kiddo. You'll get me too excited. I want this to last."

Peter sobbed. He clawed at the ground but he couldn't crawl away and there was no shaking the man off. He was only hurting himself as he grew more fatigued. He felt Tony's cock, hard and hot against his ass. He let his head fall into the dirt, tears making mud on his cheeks.

"Spit or blood?" Tony mused. His hand covered the hole in his thigh and he pushed. Peter screamed, he felt blood gush out into his palm. He was so dizzy and cold now. He didn't react other than to moan in pain as Tony forced his cock inside him.

Tony sighed as he bottomed out. "So perfect for me aren't you?" Peter trembled. He cried into the dirt as Tony moved his hips, slowly, fucking him like they were lovers and his cock wasn't slick with Peter's own blood. It hurt as the blood dried and turned sticky, but Tony didn't stop as he cried harder.

"Please stop," Peter begged. "Please Tony please!"

Tony groaned. "Fuck, keep begging."

Peter bit his lip, disgusted to hear him getting off on his pain, but Tony grabbed him by the hair and growled in his ear. "You want this to be over don't you? Open your slutty fucking mouth and beg me or we'll do this until the sun sets."

"Please! Let me go," Peter sobbed. "Stop please- it hurts!"

"Fuck, that's it." Tony let go of his hair. He pulled his cock from his tortured ass, a hand on his lower back pinned him in place. Tony groaned as he came and Peter shuddered, feeling hot cum splatter on his ass and in the hole in his thigh. "Fuck," he groaned again.

Tony sat panting for a moment. Then he got up and untied Peter's hand. He was too tired and in too much pain to move. He didn't even complain when Tony rolled him onto his back and picked him up.

He carried him back in the direction they had come. "Don't worry, Petey. I'll get you patched up and in a week or two you'll be ready to run again."

[ramsprompts]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑻 𝑩𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑺 . ᵛᵃʳᶤᵒᵘˢ ˡʸʳᶤᶜ ᵖʳᵒᵐᵖᵗˢˑ . PART 2.

"you are the reason i'm smiling."

"one day you will find someone who will love you the way you deserve."

"your skin's not so tough."

"i'll leave a tiny cut."

"there'll be a lot of blood."

"you are my angel."

"you are my crime."

"i'm gonna miss you when you leave."

"you're probably right."

"i don't wanna fight."

"i should think before i talk."

"i should think about my life."

"it's just so hard."

"i know how really sad you are."

"i'm probably gonna leave real soon."

"just wanted to let you know."

"you probably don't even know what that means."

"it's french."

"i know what it means."

"you don't have to be so mean."

"you probably don't understand what i mean."

"who was i kidding?"

"i can't get past you."

"better than nothing at all."

"i fell asleep in the front seat."

"i'm too tall."

"come on, baby."

"calm me down."

"i feel fucked."

"i'm gonna go get so stoned."

"there is someone else there just like me."

"i know cpr."

"i know mouth to mouth."

"i swear to god the devil made me do it."

"bad habits are the hardest ones to break."

"our love is a dangerous game."

"i cannot walk away."

"i'm full of shit."

"i just want this to mean something."

"it's gonna look like mud."

"i will help you swim."

"it's no big surprise you turned out this way."

"i begged you to stay."

"hey man, i love you ... but no fucking way."

"i'm sure we find something for you to do on stage."

"it should have felt good."

"kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face."

"i wanna contribute to the chaos."

"i don't wanna watch."

"i am through finding blame."

"that is a decision that i have made."

"she hopes i'm cursed forever."

"sometimes i cry."

"i guess it's true what they say."

"i am emotional."

"i wish we were forever laying on the santa monica beach."

"heavenly bodies make the devil a little uncomfortable."

"there are some things i was just born to be."

"it's such a big city."

"i feel so stupid."

"i was so bored before i met you."

"i met you and everything changed."

"you should admit it."

"i probably won't."

"i'm just saying it's a bummer, man."

"i guess i'll go."

"you were my baby."

"you were too good."

"i should've known."

"you were a cross my hands could never hold."

"tell me what i need to hear."

"i asked her to sit down."

"allow me to try and explain myself."

"i can still hold a knife."

"if you ever twist my arm again, i'll be sure to put up more of a fight."

"i'm a sucker."

"i am still in love with you."

"love is simple, just like mud."

"i thought i didn't have to care about anything."

"it's funny you should ask..."

"it's freezing."

"you look so sexy."

"come on, [name], speak a little french to me."

"i was just another thing you left behind."

"i don't remember."

"one, two, three ... "

"everyone say cheese!"

"turns out it was a video."

"i have felt so lost for so long."

"this love will be never be convenient."

"it's not like a movie when we kiss."

"all i want is to want nothing."

"it just doesn't make sense."

"why can't it work out in my head?"

"let's talk about it."

"meet my pregnant girlfriend."

"watch my bank account run dry."

"it's not easy."

"hey [name] , if you still believe in the lord above .. get on your hands and knees and pray for us."

"the past few months were pretty rough."

"i've never cried like that before."

"i'm just preparing for nightmares."

"nothing feels alright now."

"crying like a baby solves nothing."

"so what, so where do i go?"

"now i am happy."

"there are answers here."

"there is nothing wrong with my lifestyle."

"breathe in. hold it , hold it . now let it out."

"it's just not who i am."

"i'm talking way too fast."

"he's looking at me."

"i wish the light would turn green."

"i'll move to florida."

"you can't touch me."

"i don't feel like singing."

"i don't really like these songs."

"i don't feel like dancing."

"let's keep it quiet."

"keep me in love, keep me believing it's with you."

"god forbid i ever stop feeling sorry for myself."

"this is not the way i plan on living for the rest of my life."

"it gets me by."

"the thought of starting over always sounds so much better."

"next thing that i know i was removing all my clothes."

"i don't regret it."

"you were the best i ever had."

[i-love-oliverwood]

ENOUGH FOR YOU || DRACO MALFOY

NOT MY GIF!

inspired by enough for you by oliva rodrigo!

warnings- toxic relationships, cursing, mentions of sex, and i think that’s it!

summary- draco and reader have been dating until she figures out he’s cheating.

𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞.

You picked at your nails anxiously, your heart aching and feeling almost sick to your stomach. You were sprawled out on your boyfriends bed, longing for him to walk through the door of his dorm. This has been happening almost every night, Draco coming to his dorm way too late when he knows your waiting for him.

You two have been dating for almost two years, you just wish you were good enough to make him the happiest boy at Hogwarts. But you don’t seem to be. And you’re not sure you ever will be.

Tears filled your eyes making your vision blurry. You’re not stupid, you’ve seen other woman around him. He can't contain himself. You let him treat you like this because you love him so much. But it’s gotten out of hand. I can't keep breaking my own heart like this by staying.

Draco came back to his dorm after hours of you waiting. You were fast asleep, so you didn't hear him come in. He changed into his pajamas and crawled into bed next to you. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, making you groan as your eyes fluttered open.

"Hi, baby." He whispered, placing his lips on your cheek.

You pushed him away and sat up, "Where were you?"

He sat up, giving you a confused look, "I told you, I've had detention every night."

"Really? You expect me to believe that." You scoffed, "Draco, I know what's going on, so just be a man and tell me."

"Y/n, I don't know what you're going on about." He awkwardly chuckled, "Let's get back to bed. Okay?"

"No." You shook your head, "I love you but I know you're out with other girls. I know you are, Draco. Please just be honest with me."

He stayed silent, avoiding eye contact with you. I was right. Hot tears streamed down your face, I was hoping somehow I was wrong and he really was at detention but I was right.

"Okay, maybe I'm not as interesting as the girls you're hooking up with. But godric, you couldn't care less about someone who loved you more." You explained while standing up.

"No, Y/n. I'm sorry, I love you. I really do." He stood up, begging you to stay.

"Don't tell me you're sorry, Draco. Feel sorry for yourself."

"I don't love those girls. It's always been you, I love you. I just felt like you were never satisfied with me, you always seem mad at me."

"That's because I knew you were out there, fucking other girls while we're still dating! You say I'm not satisfied but that's not me, it's you!"

"I'm so so sorry." He grabbed your arms, "I never wanted to hurt you, baby."

You shoved his arms off of you, "No, you don't get to do that. I really don't want your sympathy. I just want myself back." Your voice cracked at the last words, a few more tears fell down your cheeks. "Don't you think I loved you too much to be used and discarded! You left me alone in YOUR dorm crying and wondering what I did wrong. But it's not me, it's you."

He stayed silent, staring at the floor. He gulped, "No, remember, how much I love you? I know how you take your coffee, and your favorite songs by heart. I even read all your self help books, so you'd think I was smart." He softly chuckled through tears.

"That's not enough when you're out breaking my heart. I knew from the start this is exactly how you'd leave. Stupid, emotional, obsessive little me. I should of listened to Hermione, you would never change for me. I ruined all my friendships for you. And yet, I'm not enough for you." You stormed over to the door of his dorm, "And all I ever wanted was to be enough for you." You sighed, looking at him one last time and walked out of his dorm.

Years went by, you hadn’t seen Draco since you graduated from Hogwarts. And haven't even spoke to him since the night you broke up. You have a new boyfriend now. Fred Weasley. And he treats you like the only girl in the world. It's all you ever wanted, to be enough for someone.

You work at the joke shop with Fred and George. Nothing special, pretty much just a cashier but you couldn't be happier. You finally have someone who loves you as much as you love him.

The bell on the door rang, hinting someone had just walked in. You looked over from curiosity and it's someone you hadn’t seen in ages. Draco fucking Malfoy. He was with his friend Theo. He stopped dead in his tracks when he laid eyes on you. Your lips curled into a small smile and you waved. Fred and George were in the back, otherwise Fred would've probably kick him out.

"Hey." Draco stood in front of the counter. "It's been awhile." He smiled.

"Yeah, it has." You let out a chuckle, "How are you?"

"Decent." He nodded, "How about you?"

"I'm pretty good."

"That's good to hear." He grinned before his face turned serious, "Listen, Y/n. I'm really sorry about how things ended between us. I was a stupid kid and didn't realize I had a bloody brilliant girl. I hope you can forgive me."

You sighed, "You were an idiot." Then you laughed, "But that's in the past, Draco. I forgive you."

"I hope you're everything to somebody else." He let out a shaky breath, "It's the way I should of treated you when you were mine."

You nodded and smiled, "Yeah, been dating Fred for a while now. He's thinks that I am so exciting. Which is great, because all I ever wanted was to be enough."

"It's good to hear that, Y/n." He returned your smile, "I wish you and Fred the best. I know that I didn't just break your heart, I broke so much more than that. And there wasn't a day that went by, where I didn't wish you nothing but happiness. Again, I'm sorry."

"Thank you, Malfoy." You sighed, "I hope you'll find someone that makes you as happy as Fred makes me. And I know you can make some girl, really happy."

He chuckled, "It was good seeing you."

"Likewise." You nodded and he walked away with Theo and out of the shop. I wonder if the only reason he came in here was to see me. But you felt like you both needed that closure and I truly hope he finds happiness one day.

"Hello, love." Fred came out from the back, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

Because I know I found mine.

[anonymousewrites]

Curse to My Heart Chapter Four

Chapter Four: On the Eve

            “Damn it all!” Loki hurled his latest book into his pile of abandoned tomes and slumped down in his seat, gazing out his castle’s library window in frustration.

            “Loki, you’ve read and reread every book on curses you own,” said Sylvie in annoyed exhaustion.

            “There must be a way to break it. There must,” muttered Loki. “Tomorrow the boy turns eighteen. I must find a cure immediately.”

            “You can’t,” said Sylvie firmly. “I know it upsets you, but you ensured only True Love’s Kiss could break the spell. Scour every book a hundred times and you will still find nothing.” Her gaze softened as she looked at Loki. “You wanted Quentin to never have hope of breaking it on his own, so you made the curse strong.”

            Loki’s eyes turned sorrowful. “But I must because…” He searched for the words, but they did not come easily without a swath of emotions. “Because I must be honorable. Like her.”

            “Because you’re in love with her.” Sylvie said it plainly, no question in it. She heard it in how Loki spoke of (Y/N), how he looked at her.

            Loki froze. “I—I do not. I simply understand that the boy is not at fault for his father’s sins, and as (Y/N) does, I should comport myself with more…Well, not humility, but honor.”

            “Yes, and that’s why you have neither eaten nor slept since (Y/N) left yesterday,” muttered Sylvie.

            “Instead of teasing me, you could try to help,” snapped Loki.

            Sylvie raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. She would not take Loki being rude to her. She might owe him a debt and help him, but she was no servant. They were friends.

            Loki sighed. “Apologies, Sylvie. I…I struggle to control myself at this moment.”

            Sylvie pursed her lips and sighed. “I will travel to the fae villages and see if I can discover any helpful information.” She walked to the door before pausing and looking back. “I think (Y/N) might respect you for trying, you know.”

            “But after Peter falls asleep, she won’t. She’ll remember that I should simply have never cast that spell,” said Loki.

            “Maybe,” said Sylvie. “But I think if she was really that stubborn, she would have slapped you the moment you turned up at that cottage. She seems like the type.”

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            “Alright, all done up, looking sharp, your father will be so excited to see you,” said Banner, rambling as he finished buttoning Peter’s embellished vest.

            As he continued muttering to himself about how glad he was to be going away from this tiny cottage, Banner walked out of the room, picking up items he, Thor, and Valkyrie were taking with them as he went. (Y/N) sighed and put her hand on Peter’s shoulder, who was quiet through all of the preparations.

            “How are you feeling, Peter?” asked (Y/N).

            “I want to stay here,” he answered softly. “I don’t know the King. You’re the one who raised me—this is my home. I don’t want to leave.”

            “I know, Peter, neither do I,” said (Y/N). She squeezed Peter’s shoulder.

            “What’s going to happen when I get there?” questioned Peter worriedly.

            “You’ll be properly crowned the Crown Prince.” (Y/N) sighed. “King Quentin will teach you to rule properly.”

            “And you?” Peter looked at her worriedly. “What will happen to you?”

            (Y/N) shrugged. “I go back to my job as a maid.” She smiled. “I was just upgraded to babysit you, you brat.”

            Peter smiled slightly, her attempt to cheer him up working a bit. “I’m going to miss you. I’ll try to still see you.” He perked up. “Maybe I could get the King to you a title for all that you’ve done.”

            (Y/N) waved a hand. “That’s nice of you, but I doubt that’s going to happen.” She made a face. “Men are the one’s given titles for acts of bravery.” She shrugged. “Maybe I’ll just drop you off and make a run for it.”

            Peter’s face fell. “You’d just leave me?”

            Goddamn it, thought (Y/N), her resolve failing as the boy she raised looked at her sadly. “No, no. I’ll stay. Don’t have the money to runoff anyways.” She gave Peter a final pat on the shoulder. “Let’s go. The fairies will go into conniptions if we wait any longer.”

            Peter sighed. “I wish I could have said goodbye to MJ.”

            Me too, Peter. Me too, thought (Y/N) ruefully. She glanced out the window to where the trees of the fae kingdom loomed above the thorn wall, visible even from this distance. And I wish I could have said goodbye to Loki.

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            “Announcing his highness, Prince Peter!” said Thor with his booming voice as he opened the Great Hall’s doors with his magic.

            Banner, Thor, and Valkyrie walked into the hall confidently as hushed whispers started up among the lords and ladies who had been expectantly awaiting Peter’s return. Poor Peter shifted uncomfortably until (Y/N) gave him an encouraging nudge forward. The group walked down the aisle to the large dais where Quentin, now the sole ruler of the kingdom, sat in his large, imposing throne. He looked down at the approaching people with a relaxed body but cold, calculating eye.

            He rose from his thrown and threw out his arms, his green and purple robes swaying with his movement to showcase their ornate velvet material. The lords and ladies looked at his expensive, showy look with jealousy and respect, but (Y/N) remain unimpressed. The finest clothes she had seen, after all, were on a very different man. One (Y/N) felt very differently about.

            “Welcome!” Quentin greeted them magnanimously. “My son, your return has been anticipated with much excitement!” He descended from the dais, letting his clothes trail behind him.

            (Y/N) was struck by how thin and tired he looked beneath his jewels and robes. The years had not been kind to him as his stress and fear of Loki built into an insanity to protect himself. But Quentin still struggled to maintain a dignified personality, and no one saw through it. But (Y/N) did. Unlike the lords and ladies, she knew the truth of Quentin’s dealings with Loki.

            Quentin shook each of the fairies’ hands. “Thank you for watching over my son. I owe you much.” He did not look at (Y/N) at all.

            Asshole, she thought.

            He turned to his court, grabbed Peter’s hand, and raised it above his head. “He shall spend his final night as a boy here, in the safety of the castle! And tomorrow, our victory against that witch Loki will be absolute!”

            Peter glanced back at (Y/N) uncomfortably, not just because he didn’t view the King as his father. (Y/N) had explained the curse to Peter and who had cast it, but she, unlike the fairies, told him the complete truth—Loki had watched over him and regretted his actions. Peter knew the curse mays till come to fruition, but he understood that Loki no longer held malice in his heart towards Peter. He also knew that (Y/N) cared for Loki, and hearing about him seemed to upset her in the last few days.

            Peter did not say anything, he knew the fairies didn’t know about their encounters or how much Peter knew about the situation that they didn’t, but he could not help worrying for the woman he saw as a mother. She was sad. He didn’t like it. But Peter forced a smile onto his face for his “father.” Perhaps Loki’s regret would break the curse, stop it. Maybe he and (Y/N) could take Peter away from the castle and they could live free for the rest of their lives.

            “Come, my boy, we have much to speak about,” said Quentin, pulling Peter from his thoughts.

            Peter smiled uncomfortably. “Right.”

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            “I hated that,” muttered Peter as (Y/N) led him into his room. Guards were outside, waiting to lock the door so Peter couldn’t find a spindle to prick his finger on once the clock chimed midnight.

            “You survived it,” said (Y/N). “And now you just have to survive tonight.” She took a deep breath and put her hands on Peter’s shoulders. “I promise that whatever happens tonight, I’ll be there, okay?”

            “And then…we can run away?” asked Peter.

            (Y/N) sighed. “If you make it through the night with absolutely no troubles, then sure, I’ll consider it.” She grinned. “But that’s only if you don’t do anything in desperation to prick your finger because ‘the curse compelled you.’ ”

            Peter smiled. “Deal!” He smirked. “And maybe go find Loki…?”

            “I don’t know why you’d want to see him,” said (Y/N), primly avoiding the insinuation.

            “Yeah you do,” said Peter.

            (Y/N) scowled (but she wasn’t really angry). “I don’t like your tone, young man.”

            Peter shrugged. “Fae kingdom seems as good a place as any to run away to.”

            “Would be the last place they’d think to look for us,” admitted (Y/N), rolling her eyes. “But that isn’t even a possibility until you make it through tonight, okay?”

            “Right,” said Peter, his face set in determination.

            “I have to head out, now,” said (Y/N), stepping back. She gave a lopsided grin and a wink. “Almost midnight, princess. Guards have to lock you up in your tower.”

            Peter smiled as she left. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

            “That’s the spirit,” called (Y/N) as the guards shut the door.

            And as she began the walk to her own quarters, the moon crept higher in the sky as the next day drew closer.

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            (Y/N) felt oddly sluggish as she mounted the stairs. She paused and shook her head to clear it, but as she went, it only got worse. Her whole body felt heavy, like something was keeping her from moving properly. However, (Y/N) had no difficulty taking steps—in fact, she felt like a current was pushing her up. She just felt like her actions were not totally in her own control.

            It only worsened as she arrived at her room. (Y/N) felt like she was trapped within her own body, just a mind within a vessel acting on another’s whims.

            This can’t be good, she thought dismally.

            At least she could still think. It was the small things that really mattered, right? That and the fact she might be walking to her doom, but (Y/N) was trying not to think of that (it was more than a little depressing to think of, and she had enough on her plate).

            The door to her room swung open of its own accord, a slight green glow covering it as it revealed a mostly barren room within.

            Even worse.

            Her familiar bed and small chest for clothes sat on one side of the room, but (Y/N) could not look at them. Not because of her inability to control herself, no—the spinning wheel in the middle of the room was more immediately concerning.

            Well, that does it. I think this is the worst-case scenario.

            The spinning wheel was an ebony wood, carves with runes and little depictions of Loki and (Y/N)’s time together. Her heart clenched at the reminder of them more than it clenched at the fear of what was going to happen to her. For (Y/N)’s arm, unbidden, was raising as she continued forward, her hand level with the silver needle gleaming under the midnight moonlight.

            Wow…I must have offended Loki so much by refusing his offer that he cursed me. I knew he was petty.

            As much as (Y/N) tried to brush the severity of her situation aside, however, she knew the truth. Seeing her actions on the exact date the original curse was supposed to come to pass, she had thought back to that fateful day.

            I tried to protect Peter from the curse. I got hit instead, and the curse was general enough that it accepted me as the effected. (Y/N) wanted to be upset at herself, get annoyed for not realizing earlier or for stupidly moving to help Peter all those years ago, but she felt only pride and happiness.

            She had done something selflessly of her own free will. She had done something meaningful. She had protected Peter. Yes, it had unfortunately led to his moment where an endless sleep lay before her, but it was worth it.

            (Y/N) could only regret one thing as her finger touched the spindle—she would never be saved. Because True Love needed to be reciprocated, and she would never love whoever came for her. She loved Loki.

            A drop of blood beaded on her finger even as her eyes fluttered shut and she collapsed to the ground.

            I wish he loved me back.

[aliciachimera]

"alicia should really be asleep but is still awake" thoughts

i've certainly felt a spike of negative emotions arise this past week, making me question myself, my motives, my own sense of right and wrongs, and most important, being more in tune with my own emotional needs.

i want to be a good person, a good friend, a good Everything. but that isn't the same as Being a good person, being a good friend, nor anything else. obsessed with the Idea of good, rather than its execution, obsessed with others opinions of me, i fell really hard into losing sight of my own personality and my own limitations as a person. and consequently, i'm frequently emotionally unavailable, i'm teetering on burnout that doesn't quite resolve, i'm struggling with my anxiety and depression. giving myself unattainable goals that don't serve to improve myself, only punish myself in vain attempts at improvement.

i think its a part of maturity, of realizing that i don't Need to cater to satisfying the layers of concentric ideas of my own idolized self that only serve to tie my own self esteem to the validation given by my peers to feel Correct with myself. in other words, its a recipe for disaster when i inevitably find out that this whole Process in my head, is overthinking, is something that people don't really worry about themselves, is something that i have to train myself to avoid having it overload my thoughts and push me into despair.

years of emotional trauma does things to a motherfucker. the path of least resistance, conflict avoidance, a cycle of abuse that ends up getting internalized when i end up recognizing that my negative behaviors are indicative Of manipulation and a desire to control others to get what i want by controlling the distance i am with others. being hot/cold, being close and being far on a whim. This Does Not Mean I Am A Bad Person. my actions are a consequence of the people i grew up under, the experiences and fears i've faced and been put under turmoil. and confronting that underneath my mask, is a part of healing from that, as uncomfortable as it is.

i've struggled with this for years. and its certainly a toxic behavior that's pushed away people who used to care about me but have decided that its better not to let me ever get close again and i Regret that it happened. anyone who personally knew me and speaks ill of me, actually Has good reason to, as kind and warm as i am to others nowadays. i struggled to even say I Love You to people i cared about in the past because i was Ordered to say it back or else it'd make my parents upset and verbally hostile towards me.

but that's a part of recovering from generational trauma and overall family issues; recognizing it, analyzing it, Understanding it. that most people out there aren't a hair trigger away from being mad and seeking to insult or punish me for saying something they don't want to hear. most people aren't going to enrage and yell and lash out at me and break my things if i don't do what they tell me to do.

so what happens now? i'm 26 years old, i'm still subservient to my family's whims and demands even if they don't scream in anger at me or break my possessions but that Fear still lingers inside of me if i don't follow their orders. it unnerves me, freaks me out. if i don't follow my mom's orders, she'll get mad and yell and curse at me. she'll insult me across my appearance and weight and other things to dig at insecurities, and make a point of "trying her best with ungrateful kids". if i don't pay rent to my aunt, she'll continue to badger me asking when i'll move out, that she's giving my mother and sister a place to stay and food to eat, holding that against me.

fffuuck, right? trying to focus on my work becomes impossible when my family put their needs over my own, and so things slow down, the plan doesn't fall into place, and i'm forced to ask others for help when i need it most. none of what i ask for, is ever taken for granted. every bit is either to food, to bills, or to rent. but it frustrates me being unable to secure a salaried job to actually, save up enough money to move out and leave all of this behind.

"i'm a servant confused why others aren't acting the same." and That is the core issue of my morality, of doing what i am told, of fearing punishment for insubordination, for those who Are, that i cannot fathom myself to Be, so long as i live here. "nobility and kindness" are euphemisms for being a spineless pawn.

i can break free, i can be my own person. someday, i won't live to make others happy. i will make myself happy, and others will naturally join me for my own revelry. and i will be Alive.

[gnomeyflamingo]

Teacher: “We have new students today. More souls to share my profound misery with.” 

Acco: “High school’s weird.” 

Meanwhile… 

Atreo: *sobs* “Omw- Narratively I'm devastated but moodlet wise I'm fine, how does this makes any sense?!” 

*Misses class having a distressed nap*

Acco: “Hmm brownie sliders, also weird…” 

*writes diary in the toilet for some reason* 

Acco: “Dear diary, my first day at high school has certainly been unusual. I’m part of a betting pool about who principal Summer is having a baby with. I think it's Don Lothario."

Atreo: “Kiry I’m having the worst day.”

 Kiry: “I’m sorry to hear that." 

Atreo: "I just wanna go home and mope." 

Kiry: "Oh but I thought we could spend some more time together after school and catch up properly?” 

Atreo: “We should but can we do it tomorrow?"

Teacher: “Keep studying everyone. Ignore Miss Ito serving her in-class detention because I don't want to stay after school.”

 Esma: *writes* “I won’t catfish my teacher on Simder, pretending to be a sexy astronaut.” 

Teacher: “For 6 months!” 

Esma: "... It was 8 actually."

Teacher: “Yes! 8 months I chatted with her, telling her how much I loved her, planning our life together, picking baby names. What’s wrong with this generation?!” 

Atreo: “This is gonna be on the test isn’t it?” 

Teacher: “Yes.”

Teacher: “Anyway, putting my emotional devastation aside, Atreo brought in something special today. Spicy Dragon, his childhood toy. Atreo, come up here and tell us all about it.” 

Atreo: “... W-What?!”

Everyone suddenly t-poses and choruses: “Talk about it. Talk about Spicy Dragon Atreo. Explain yourself.” 

Atreo: “Oh no. The curse!”

Atreo: “AHHHHHHHHHHHH! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!”

Kiry: “Woah, Atreo? You alright?” 

Asmara: “What’s the matter bae- uh, I mean friend?” 

Zehra: “It must be the curse only I know all about… Poor Atreo.”

Teacher: “Mr Atherstone, are you alright? I’d tell you to go to the nurse’s office if we had one.” 

Atreo: “I-I’m not, sorry, I- Can I leave?” 

Teacher: “We don’t support such an action I’m afraid. Your grades will suffer.” 

Atreo: “Fine. I’ll just wait it out.”

Atreo: “Today was the WORST!” 

Acco: “Aw, let me distract you.” 

Atreo: “Please!”

Acco: “Who do you think Principle Summer’s having her unborn child with?”

Atreo: “She’s pregnant?! Who would ever woohoo with her?” 

Acco: “I was thinking Don Lothario but a lot of students are betting on the Grim Reaper.” 

Atreo: “Yeah that tracks. I guess not having Principle Summer as my mum makes me feel a lot better about my life.”

Brielle and Alejandro return from work, Brielle having earned a raise.

Despite missing a class and being off for 3 days, Atreo is performing superbly at school and is eligible for early graduation. 

But instead he opts for an early night.

Atreo doesn’t celebrate or even tell his family about his grades, before going to bed. He soon drifts off with no intention of travelling anywhere to meet anyone tonight…

A few hours later… 

Zehra: “He looks gorgeous when he’s sleeping. I’m happy I took so many pictures and DNA samples. Oh I think he’s waking up. Hello my love!”

Atreo: “Uhhh- W-wha-ZEHRA?!” 

Zehra: “I’m so happy you could make it. I was a bit worried when you teleported in, t-posed, then fell asleep on the couch but you’re here and that’s all that matters.

Atreo: “Where am I?!” 

Zehra: “My romantic hideaway! It’s the surprise I was talking about! You can bring your future conquests here, get them all flirty-” 

Atreo: “This place isn’t flirty! It’s terrifying!,” 

Zehra: “Don’t fret my love-”

Atreo: “Forget this! I’m out of here-” 

Zehra: “Atreo wait, it’s a full moon and past midnight, it’s too dangerous the werewolves are out!”

Atreo: “By the Watcher, why? Won’t you end my suffering?”

Nope 😈

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[slateofthesea]

The slate of the sea: Red King Mikoto

(A03) (Vibes)

The color was almost like a pink mother-of-pearl shimmer, under the dark water as the full moon shined red as the blood moon summoned the Red King to this very place.

He didn’t want to give up this chaos. It was too helpful. Too Precious. However, his first mate took it upon himself to seek the water goddess Kushina’s advice.

“You just want something to control the monster.” The Red King sneered as the calm water ran through his fingers as his crew rowed the longboat to where the “beautiful red will meet his destiny.”

“No matter what I say now, you still won’t believe me, Mikoto. So, I’ll just lie now. We’re here in hopes of finding something that will stop you from burning down my ship.” It was true. The HomRa grand sea bond vessel did belong to Kusanagi, who inherited his uncle’s ship.

But the crew voted for Mikoto as Captain for his pure raw power. Even Kusanagi had to agree as not many challenged them for that very reason.

“Alright, boys, keep rowing no matter what you see or hear. Chitose that goes double for you.” Sirens and mermaid-infested water were dangerous no matter who was at the helm.

The beautiful song of death filled the crew’s ears as their King slept through it, not even stirring once in his sleep.

The blood moon was high in the sky, casting its mirrored self upon the water below, as the pirate crew followed the sea goddess’ words. They made sure to set sail from the left side of the shore, sailing northwest for twelve days, rowing out to touch the red moon.

“D-do you guys hear that?” The vanguard stuttered a bit as he was the one who was freaking out about all of this. Even before leaving the port, he made sure to make his complaints well-known.

Before anyone could answer Yata’s question, one word fell from Kusanagi’s lips. “Silence!.”

The death song suddenly stopped. Not even the water dared to make a sound. The crew almost felt like they shouldn’t breathe, let alone speak. Their King was still fast asleep, his one arm over the side of the longboat, his hand resting in the water.

Gentle splashes came against the side of the boat as the pink simmer could only be seen out of the corner of your eye. A soft humming could be heard, a song that could make anyone fall asleep or fill them with excitement. It stirred so many emotions to the surface in the crew.

A delicate hand brushed against Mikoto’s hand, he felt it tracing against his palm, wrist, and slowly leaving a water trail up his arm stopping at his shirt’s hem.

The pirate King slowly opened his eyes to meet light brown ones staring back at him. “It’s nice to finally meet you, King.” The creature wasn’t afraid, even when the Red pirate King gave him a death stare. “That’s not very nice, King. To glare at someone you just met.” The water creature rested off the side of the longboat, smiling at the pirate King’s men, before running a finger across Mikoto’s forehead then ever so gently down his nose, finally stopping just above his lips. “You look so tired, my King. Eyes heavy with so much agony, so much-”

It was best not to say anymore as the crew started to whisper among themselves. To some of them, Mikoto was invincible, untouchable, yet he was just a man blessed to curse with this destiny.

“The sea goddess told us to seek someone’s help here.” Kusanagi finally spoke up, feeling it was time things needed to be said.

“I know, I too met a wise man who told me about meeting my destiny among my brothers and sisters on this day.” Retelling the day they were caught in a fishing net, and someone named Ichigen Miwa saved them. The future teller told them about meeting a King.

Mikoto used to turn his nose up at things like prophecy or destiny and always viewed it as their god’s whim to toy with them as if they were puppets on a string to play with for their amusement. That was why Kusanagi was caught off guard when Mikoto offered his hand to help the odd creature into their boat.

Their pink pearl-like fin slowly faded to small scales on their bare skin until they sat there beside Mikoto, completely nude. "It’s rude to stare or so I’m told, but I don’t mind if any of you do.” He said, giving a mischievous wink toward the ones who were blushing.

——

The crew made port in one of the pirate villages among a small group of islands. They needed to be on land for a while. To resupply, enjoy pleasures of the flesh for some or enjoy the company of just the two of them for the Red King.

It was almost strange yet very familiar. Like they had been here so many times before. Alone they shared their past with each other, things they never shared with anyone, all those dark memories, dark secrets.

“I’m not like the others of my kind. Only on a full moon do I take the form of my mother before me.” Slowly lifting their tail out of the water to catch the moon rays upon it, causing a soft glow to appear. “That used not to happen until I met you.” A pale pink, almost warm glow appeared off of every scale in all but one area.

It was like there was something almost like a ring, no it was a chain. Mikoto always ran his fingers over that area, never asking as his blood seemed to boil.

Running their fingers through their King’s hair, the water turned his red hair darker. “Ask."

"No.” He couldn’t bring himself to. Every time they shared a dark memory, the Red King’s lucky charm voice always gave out.

The creature smiled a gentle knowing smile. For once a King didn’t want to cause pain. Everyone was told the tale sirens song lead men to their death; mermaids drowned men after enjoying their company—horror stories to keep their men at home and in their beds.

But for some- primarily Kings, their songs gave them peace. Silencing the chaos that made them above an average man yet kept them awake at night.

“Too bad. I’ll just tell you anyway, or I could show you, my King. My kind can share our memories if you like.” The song comes easily as Mikoto collapsed in the swallow water beside them.

Every known memory that Totsuka could recall was shared. Being left on a beach as a newborn, cared for by an elderly couple. The memories were soft. The only feeling that could describe all of these were like the feeling of coming home.

Mikoto was so calm in the creature’s arms, but that calm couldn’t last. “I’m so sorry, my King. What comes next will be very painful as I didn’t fully warn you about this. My pain will be your pain. Some pain can not be forgotten.” Those words fell into a whisper.

Thoughts that were not his own flooded Mikoto’s dreams, like being caught in a hurricane in the dead of night. Pure darkness until a great flash of light crackled through the clouds. A chill of death traced up his spine as someone’s cold finger ran up it. A child who looked as young as three was sold once their true nature became known. Mermaids brought all kinds of treasure to all who owned them.

The poor creature was sold again and again until the monster with so many faces owned them. The Colorless King. He was known to be the weakness. But what he lacked in raw power like the rest, he made up for it in other ways.

Knowledge was the key to untold power, and he wore that crown very well. A chained binded the creature to a dark, cold room far away from the sea that called them home every full moon.

Totsuka only escaped from there thanks to another King attacking the Colorless stronghold. Unaware of who, they let go as the Gold King freed all who were inside those walls.

“Never again.” The Red King snapped, his red aura casting big ripples in the water, almost like a precursor for waves in a tsunami. “I’ll cut anyone’s hands off if they ever laid them on you again.”