#don't be fooled by the way this looks happy on the surface

[allright]

thinking of a royalty au with eventual poly!nanago...

[milliesfishes]

Coryo Request! Secretary! reader that he’s obsessed with and she is never late but gets mugged on the way to work and she comes in crying upset about being late and he’s like who. did. this. to. you. And refuses to let her take public transit again

౨ৎ⋆coriolanus worries when you are mugged౨ৎ⋆ fem reader x coriolanus snow

It was half-past nine. You had never before traipsed in later than eight thirty, unlike some of the assistants Coriolanus had employed who seemed to carry excuses in their handbags.

No, you were always through the door as he arrived, greeting him with a happy smile and the angelic sight of you in some pretty ensemble that wouldn't exit his mind for the rest of the day. Today was the first day you had ever been late. There was no call-in either, terribly out of character.

Coriolanus found himself checking and rechecking his watch, straining his ears for the familiar click of your heels against the marble floor. His mind was elsewhere, and he found himself utterly unable to complete any work. The pile seemed to loom the longer he stared at it.

Truthfully his concern was far past the usual employer-employee regular. You had become such a fixture to him- a sign of goodness in the raunchy world of politics that he depended on. When there was a dull point in a meeting, a pause or a lull in conversation, he found his thoughts drifting to you.

The way you smiled every time you saw him, no matter what. The genuine concern pooling in your voice when you asked how he was doing. And oh, he'd be a fool to ignore your face like an angel's. Heavenly to even the most atheist of men. Coriolanus was a connoisseur of perfection, and you were the pinnacle of it.

He had resisted your draw at first, turning instead to the women at his disposal, the right women some had said. The women who would boost him politically, gain favor with a few choice persons at a government level. His presidential wins were continuous after all.

It hadn't mattered how much he'd courted or flirted. None of them held a candle to you, as if their unearned advantages were supposed to make up for personality. Your Midas touch had ruined him for anyone else. And so he threw any thoughts of propriety to the wind.

Coriolanus' affections were idle, however, not wanting to scare you away with how besotted he was. He merely watched you from afar, occasionally gifting you with lavish little things that sent you flying into his office with a sunshine smile and a sweet thank you on your tongue.

But today he was becoming worried. You were nowhere to be found. Someone else had taken over for now, answering calls and sending messages in your stead. Running a tense hand through his hair, Coriolanus' concern was more than distracting. Had something happened overnight? Were you harmed in any way?

The door to his office opened, and he paid it no mind, expecting it to be the woman who'd taken your place. It wasn't until he heard your voice meekly asking if he could sign the documents in your hands that he looked up.

Your cheeks were flushed, and he could see dried tear tracks on them, though you were holding your head high. Setting his pen down, Coriolanus stood, brow furrowed. "What's happened?"

"The Head Gamemaker needs-"

"No, not that." He cut you off smoothly, coming around his desk to stand in front of you, taking the papers from your hands and depositing them on the wooden surface. "You were late. What happened?"

Lower lip trembling, you took in a shuddering breath, the wounds of whatever ordeal you had been through clearly unhealed. "I'm sorry-"

"Don't apologize," he said firmly, lifting a hand to tilt your chin up at him. You tried to avoid his gaze, but he held it fast, waiting for you to reveal the details of your morning. Coriolanus repeated the words for a third time, this time resolute. "What happened?"

A tear escaped your eye, trickling down to where his thumb swiped it away. In broken tones, the tale spilled from your lips, of how you'd been walking to work as you did every morning when two men grabbed you and seized everything in your possession, right down to your coffee. If it hadn't been for a passerby, you could have been kidnapped or worse.

His heart sank as you confessed, anger simmering in him at the thought of someone daring to rob and harm you. You were his, even if not in full yet. Under the power of his presidential shadow, nobody would dare harm you again.

Both his hands were on your cheeks now, and he held your eyes firmly. "You're not walking here by yourself anymore."

Eyebrows quirking in surprise, you tried to smooth it out, as was your way. "I don't have-"

"I'll send a car in the morning. And every morning from now on," Coriolanus interjected, brushing the last of your tears away. "It isn't safe for you to be out on the streets like that."

The look in your eyes was the anthem of his soul. You held a special corner of his heart, tucked away in the one spot it was soft. A little guiltily, you whispered, "Thank you."

"It's no problem," he assured you, still cupping your face in his hands. Then, quietly, "I want you safe."

Something shifted in your eyes, the phantoms of your awful morning ushered out by a tranquil light. Lips parting just barely, you studied him, breaths softening from their frenzied before.

Coriolanus could feel it- the spark of something different lighting a flame in you. Maybe someday it would catch up to his roaring fire. You could only stare at him for a moment, something blooming in your eyes.

The roseate glow that overtook your previous despair endeared him beyond all else. Coriolanus resolved right then that he would do whatever was possible to see it again.

All else be damned, someday you would be his.

[roosterr]

Heyyy! I’m not sure if you’re taking requests rn.. BUT if you areee, can I just please get a john price with the prompt “why are you avoiding me?” (Bc I’m a slut for angst) with a large fry on the side? IF NOT I TOTALLY COOL

outside it starts to pour

note: two posts in one month? who am i? i hope this is angsty enough lol, i re-wrote it 3 times bc i wasnt happy with it, its a love hate relationship 🥲 but anyway pls enjoy anon!!!

pairing: john price x gn!reader

wc: 1.5k

summary: in your dreams, you're more than just someone who warms john's bed

warnings: fwb, implied smut but no actual smut, angst, miscommunication (i cant help myself), hurt/no comfort, no happy ending

ao3

"why're you avoidin' me?"

the question echoes in your ears, drowning out the war drum of your heartbeat despite the heavy silence that settles between you.

john has a hand around your arm, gentle and barely there but still anchoring you in place like a vice with just his light touch. the back of your mind screams for you to rip yourself free, get as far away from the familiar timbre of his voice and the near-stifling comfort of his smoky scent as you can before he can get you in his web again. but just like always, he's got you right where he wants you.

how many times have you been pulled behind the door he was halfway out of? and how many times have you been ushered back out again with your hair and heart a mess, just to pretend like nothing happened? always one foot in your little secret and one in his reputation, never fully with you; that's how the captain operated, and you feel like a fool for ever believing otherwise.

a squeeze to your arm brings you back to the present, suddenly all too aware of his fingers against your skin and his eyes boring into your own with an intensity that has your heart fluttering – against your mind's better judgement.

"i'm not." your response is a mutter, your gaze dropping from his to the hardwood ahead of you. it's unconvincing, even to you, but he had no right to question you like this.

"you are." he shoots back, gruffly and without a second of hesitation. from the corner of your vision you see his brow furrow, casting shadow over those eyes that always captivate you so mercilessly.

a sigh escapes his chest at your lack of response, his eyes darting from one end of the hallway to the other before giving your arm a miniscule tug, nodding his head back towards his office.

that's how it always starts. the thought makes your heart clenches painfully. "stop. i don't want to–"

"no." he interrupts firmly, with a shake of his head so resolute it almost has you believing that was never his intention to begin with. your eyes gravitate towards his again, and there's a spark of something, under the surface, when his thumb strokes your skin, dipping just below the hem of your sleeve. "talk to me, what's wrong?"

the urge to give in is tempting, to fall into his arms like you always do, just how he wants, how he expects you to. this time, however, you're determined to avoid his trap.

"it's nothing," you avert your gaze again, sighing in the same moment you take his wrist and slowly pull his touch from your arm, "just leave it."

john tuts. "it's not nothin', though, is it?" he asks, sidestepping into your line of sight again and ignoring the pointed look you give him. "talk to me."

if he cared for you the same way you do for him, his persistence would be endearing, but you know better. you're a good soldier who just so happens to be a good fuck too; that's all you are to him, and that's all you'll ever be.

"i told you. drop it." you shake your head, face creasing into a frown as you turn on your heel. if you have to endure any more of his deceiving sympathy, you know you'll only end up caving to his desires. you're not that strong, and that's why you need to keep as much distance as possible between you.

"you're somewhere else, lieutenant." he calls after you, stopping you in your tracks before you can get too far. you don't bother to turn around, but he continues anyway. "if you can't get your head back in the game, i can't risk havin' you out in the field."

your indignant laugh bounces off the walls.

"it's just that easy for you, isn't it?" there's a lump in your throat as you force the last two words over it, one you hope neither of you will acknowledge.

"and what's that supposed to mean?" he scoffs, the sound of his boots taking a few damning steps closer to where you stand, still with your back to him.

"i don't know why i'm offended, you always do this." you mutter, bringing your hand up to smooth over the crease of your brow, the tremble there barely noticeable but telling of your fragile state.

he doesn't respond this time, waiting for you to elaborate with what you're sure is a glare directed at the back of your head.

"you find something to take, and take, and take from," you spin around to face him again, which proves to be a mistake because the second you meet his concerned eyes, you can feel the sting of tears in your own. "and as soon as it's not useful to you anymore, you chuck it away like yesterday's leftovers."

the silence that follows your outburst is so tense it weighs you down. you can't will yourself to move, to tear your gaze away from him even when your vision blurs. it takes a moment for you to realise just how ragged your breathing has become, feeling the hard rise and fall of your chest over your racing heart as you come down from your anger.

"that… that's not what this is." john utters, his face morphing into something you coin as pity, and it makes your heart squeeze all over again.

"don't. i told you to fucking leave it…" your voice is weaker than before, and you curse yourself for showing this amount of weakness in front of him, because now you know he knows that it was never just sex to you. he never meant that little to you.

by some miracle you manage to blink away the tears before they can fall and embarrass you further. you wait for him to say something, in a painful sense of awkwardness that's never been there before, but all he does is stare at you.

"i can't do this anymore." you whisper, the words muffled through the blood rushing in your ears. you fix him with another scathing look before turning to leave for the second time tonight.

"wait." he calls your name as you walk away, quickly moving to catch up with you, but you have no desire to listen to him, not anymore. he gives you no time to react when he rushes to stand in your path, grasping both your shoulders to stop you when you try to sidestep him. "for fucks sake, just hold on."

there's a conflicted look in his gaze that seems to pull his expression down with it. if you had anything left to give you might've felt bad for being the cause, but it's been months of this game of cat and mouse, and you're drained.

"it was a mutual arrangement," he urges, his eyes search yours, something you can't discern muddying the deep blue as they dart across your face.

you give a watery scoff, rolling your eyes in an attempt to rid yourself of the ache his touch brings you. "there was no arrangement. you're not an idiot, john, you knew how i felt about you."

"what?" he has the audacity to sound confused, and you have to resist the urge to scoff again. "how you felt about me? what're you saying?"

"i think it's pretty obvious by now." you mutter, folding your arms over you chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible. he hasn't taken his eyes off you once, your skin prickling under his intense stare. "i'm an idiot for thinking this would go any other way."

there's another heavy pause, john opens his mouth and closes it again like he was fighting with himself on what to say. the way your throat has constricted makes it hard to breath without sobbing, your breath coming out laboured and uneven.

"do you regret it?" he finally asks, his fingertips pressing into your flesh almost imperceptibly, leaving your skin tingling even though your shirt.

it was self-destruction, giving in to him every time even though it felt like a thorn in your heart. to allow yourself to live in the fantasy that he loved you while you were in his arms, just to have that warm feeling shattered when he told you to get dressed.

"yes."

you regret falling for someone who would never love you back.

"it's over. let me go, captain." you whisper, a plea for him to release you from whatever spell he's got you under, even if you don't really mean it.

his hands drop from your shoulders, letting one curl into a fist at his side and bringing the other up to scratch his beard in an uncharacteristically nervous gesture. you know it's for the better, but the knowledge couldn't stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks. you brush past him, feeling his gaze burning into you as you lean away to avoid touching him.

he doesn't stop you when you walk away this time.

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

⌗︙・⚠︎ being intimidated by love-struck and obsessed wriothesley ⚠︎ ♡⸝⸝

Wriothesley is aware of how intimidating he is.

Sometimes he doesn't even mean to be, and he feels a bit guilty about it. Given his stoic and less-than-inviting expressions, he doesn't blame the average person for flinching in his presence whenever they notice him in the vicinity. Hell, he's accidentally given the staff at some of the restaurants he frequents a bit of a fright from his tone and expression alone. And all because he had been simply inquiring about his meal, as it had taken longer than usual to be brought out.

But his seemingly unapproachable manner doesn't mean that Wriothesly doesn't attract his fair share of admirers and potential suitors. He'd have to be a fool to not see the lovestruck stares that were thrown his way by certain individuals, to not hear the hushed whispers of admirers fawning over his attractive features and squealing whenever he'd coldly glance their way for a split second. He isn't one to let all of that admiration inflate his ego, let alone pay much attention to it, to begin with. If at all, he'd rather avoid people's attention, much preferring to enjoy the quietness of solitude.

But he doesn't care about any one of them. Wriothesly only cares about you—his eyes are reserved for you and you alone.

Love-struck gazes on your form are often what he finds himself doing a good majority of his time, his heart beating so hard—so painfully loud—that he feels dizzy by just looking at you. Wriothesly looks at you as if you're the very reason he takes each breath, the reason why he wakes up and gets up out of bed, the very reason why he lives on. Sometimes if he catches himself passing by a mirror after having seen you, his cheeks and even ears are tinged with blush. To the unsuspecting eye, the dark haired male is more akin to a happy dog having received a treat for being good, his gentle smile and softened eyes making him look nothing like the intimidating man he is supposed to be.

But his lovesick puppy gazes fade away upon seeing you with somebody else, somebody else making you smile and laugh in a way that makes his belly fill with warmth but is quickly snuffed out once he remembers that your sweet laughter is not for him. Jealously rears its rotten, ugly head within Wriothesly's gaze, sick thoughts coiling to fruition within his mind. He cannot stand the thought, let alone the sight, of you interacting so merrily with someone that is not him. If looks could kill, then the bastard would have long since torn to pieces, left as a bloody pile heaped upon the ground long ago. He ends up crushing the fragile tea he'd been holding in his hand to pieces from the raw anger surging through his veins.

But it is not just possessiveness that fuels his obsession with you. It is envy—envy that others could make you laugh and grin so merrily in ways that he cannot. You are uneasy around him, unwilling to spare him one of your smiles that renders him a clumsy fool.

Self-hatred festers inside him every time you flinch in his presence, how when he does manage to ease a measly excuse of a conversation from you, you don't even look him in the eyes—the dust gathering in the dingy corner of a room is far better than looking at him. He supposes that your less-than-stellar first meeting has something to do with your wariness around him, as well as his frightening demeanor and voice—he sometimes forgets that he comes off as scary to you even if that was far from what he was intending.

But Wriothesly can only hold in his suppressed feelings for so long. He's only human, and even he has his limits too after all, no matter how standoffish and collected he appears on the surface. He wants nothing more than to lose himself in your warm embrace, bury his nose in the side of your neck and soak in the tranquility of being so intimately close to you without having to worry about scaring you off once again. Those daydreams that leave him shuddering with need and wanting more can hardly suffice anymore.

Wriothesley is uncertain for how much longer he could possibly hold in his festering feelings.

© latimeriafellfromheaven

[demon-country]

One of the saddest parts of the stolitz miscommunication debacle to me is that for all his bluster and all his denial, Blitz never managed to fool anyone into believing that there were no feelings involved and he was doing it solely for the book, including Stolas. That is, until Ozzie's, at which point he finally fooled the one person who he didn't even think he needed to.

For all we talk about how Stolas let his fantasies of romance run wild, which caused him to accidentally run roughshod over Blitz (especially at first), he wasn't exactly wrong, in the end. Blitz did develop feelings for him, and given how excited and enthusiastic he was that last full moon, their nights together were probably the only times he felt safe actually showing that. Because he could always tell himself and everyone else that it was just an act, he was just giving Stolas what he wanted and keeping him satisfied enough that he'd let Blitz keep the book.

Stolas thought, up until Ozzie's, that Blitz enjoyed their deal just as much as he did. Because Blitz did. If Blitz was showing up basically every moon as hyped and ready to go as the time we saw him, it's not really a surprise that Stolas didn't catch on to the times when Blitz was actually unhappy and uncomfortable because he felt objectified. After all, Blitz snaps at and is abrasive to everyone, and any annoyance probably seemed pretty par for the course, especially for someone as oblivious, ignorant, and autistic-coded as Stolas. But Stolas also got special treatment on top of that, and it's easier to focus on the stuff that stands out rather than the stuff that doesn't seem too far off from Blitz's standard behavior. He got times where Blitz was genuinely happy and comfortable and excited to see him, we literally see that in the memory fragments and Blitz's behavior during the last full moon. He got times where Blitz seemed to find him so hot he'd grab him and turn things sexual on a dime (Truth Seekers and The Circus). He also got times where Blitz was caring and attentive, and where Blitz accepted care and gentleness during aftercare (because there's literally no way that didn't happen, not getting aftercare after BDSM scenes can be legitimately traumatizing for both the Dom and sub).

Like, that's not to say that Stolas shouldn't have taken the numerous hints that his condescension and baby talk were highly unappreciated, because yeah that shit was very uncool of him and ignorance doesn't excuse it. But look at how Blitz gently caresses Stolas' cheek in Truth Seekers. Look at how thrilled he was to be with Stolas again in The Full Moon. Look at the photo Stolas has of the pony drawing Blitz seems to have made while at his palace. Look at the memory fragments where Blitz is so fucking into kissing him or gleefully showing off toys or making that big shiny eyed blep I'm dying to know the context of. How else was Stolas supposed to take all that every full moon and however many nights Blitz came over outside of that, and not be convinced that his feelings were returned?

Because they were. Not immediately, of course, but the were. They were on the same page about that. There were plenty of things Blitz didn't like, related to Stolas' unconscious racism/classism. There was plenty of "things for [Blitz] to teach and [Stolas] to learn". There were plenty of things that went unsaid and unheard and misinterpreted on both sides. But the love was there, Stolas didn't make it all up. It wasn't the perfect fantasy he was initially picturing (although I'm pretty sure that illusion didn't actually last very long, not with how dejected he looks in a few of the memory fragments and at the start of Ozzie's), and Blitz had a lot more hidden under the surface than Stolas knew about (although he did know Blitz had walls he hadn't seen through yet), but the love was there. You don't have to know everything about someone to start falling in love with them. Blitz couldn't fool anyone, but he especially couldn't fool Stolas, who he showed his heart to again and again thinking he was safely hidden behind the alibi of the book deal.

Until Ozzie's. Until the disastrous "date", after which Blitz couldn't hide the hurt he felt thinking that all Stolas wanted him for was sex, when Blitz wanted more. Except Blitz didn't say that last part. So all Stolas got was Blitz ignoring him on their date, Blitz rejecting his offer to go inside, and Blitz tearing up while saying in a wounded and borderline angry voice that their deal was strictly about sex, which finally clued Stolas in that his actions hadn't been taken as cute and flirty like he had intended, they had just served to hurt Blitz and convince him that all he wanted was to use Blitz.

Blitz's pain changed everything for Stolas. He stopped flirting, he stopped calling him Blitzy save for one time, he stopped most of his interactions with Blitz, and he started trying to give Blitz outs. He looked at all the times Blitz was annoyed at him, at how umbalanced their deal was, and at how it may have been just as cruel of a chain as the one binding him to Stella, and quite correctly came to the conclusion that the deal needed to end and Blitz needed to have a way to do his job without being dependant on Stolas. But he also looked at all the memories of Blitz being happy with him, and all the times Blitz showed up excited, and came to the incorrect but reasonable conclusion that it was all probably just an act Blitz put on to keep the book. Just like Blitz had been hoping to convince everyone of.

And then Stolas ended the deal, and Blitz couldn't figure out why so he started to panic. The deal was his safety net and his shield; it was the only way he felt he could get something close to the real relationship he wanted, it was what allowed him to be open with his feelings, and what gave him the courage to let some of his walls down. It probably felt like such a betrayal that Stolas would take it away.

Even though he was the one who dodged all of Stolas' offers to talk, out of fear that things would become complicated if they talked about it, out of fear of rejection after Stolas hid during their "date", and later out of guilt and shame for how he failed to save Stolas. Even though he was the one who was hiding behind the excuse that it was all just for the book. Even though he was the only one convinced that Stolas could never care about him for anything other than sex. Even though Stolas flat out told him he cared about him and wanted him to stay, just without the deal in between them. Even with all that, Blitz still couldn't see Stolas ending their deal any way other than Stolas abandoning him and rejecting him and taking away the only way he has ever been able to openly show that side of himself.

It was more than just his self-hatred talking, it was more than just his insecurities getting the better of him. It was a perceived betrayal of trust and an inability to see how much the deal limited their ability to get what they both actually wanted. The reason it hurt him so much was because Stolas hadn't actually been wrong. Blitz did care, Blitz did enjoy their deal, Blitz did want Stolas just as much as Stolas wanted him.

The tragedy of it all was that the love was real, but the only ones who were convinced it wasn't was the two of them. So it's a good thing the story isn't over for them yet, because I couldn't take that ending for them. After all the shit they've been through in their lives, they deserve their happy ending together, they deserve to have their mutually requited love be realized.

[a-living-canvas]

Darling Fool

"Oh, God…" Whumpee silently muttered. Their left ankle was bruised and slightly bleeding. Their bare feet touched the rough surface of the road. They didn't have any jackets, so Whumpee hugged themselves to provide some heat for the cold weather.

But it's all worth it! They would meet Caretaker soon. Caretaker must be proud of them for finally escaping from Whumper. They couldn't wait for the warm blanket, a loving hug from Caretaker, and to sleep in their bed again.

"Huff…huff…" Whumpee leaned on the wall nearby, eyes blurry and heavy. They haven't eaten since they escaped from Whumper. The feeling of hunger slowly got to them. They could smell the delicious aroma of food from the restaurant. The sight made them drooled a little.

Whumpee continued walking. They ignored the weird and judgemental look people glance at them. Their shirt was stained with blood, their hair was messy, knees bleeding. They looked more like a homeless person rather than someone who needed help. 

Their eyes perked up when they saw a public restroom. They made their way to the place and looked at their reflection in the mirror. God, they looked awful. Caretaker must be scared to see them like this. Whumpee washed their face, cleaning the dirt and stain on their shirt and skin.

They tried to smile too. It felt awkward at first, given how long it had been since they got kidnapped by Whumper. They hoped they could make the prettiest smile for Caretaker. 

Whumpee walked out of the public restroom and continued their way to their house. A few people offered them a ride, but they refused in fear of being taken again. Half an hour passed, Whumpee finally arrived at their house. Excitement building inside them as they took a deep breath and knocked the door three times.

…

Nobody answered. Whumpee knocked again, this time they pressed the doorbell. They waited and waited but nobody came out. Anxiety rushed through them. They knocked a little louder and faster, enough to make the people inside the house feel annoyed with the infuriating sound.

They kept knocking until finally the door opened and Caretaker appeared from behind. Whumpee's eyes perked up at Caretaker, they nearly hugged them out of happiness but stopped themselves from doing so. Caretaker looked at Whumpee with a frown on their face. 

"Do I…know you?"

Caretaker asked. Whumpee's face went pale when they realised Caretaker didn't recognise them. Did they look…that different?

"It's…it's me…Whumpee…" Whumpee said, they tried to move closer to Caretaker but Caretaker backed away, their index finger covering their nose. Whumpee immediately stopped walking at the action, feeling embarrassment washed over them. 

"Sorry, I don't think you are the person I'm looking for." Caretaker said as they slowly went inside again when Whumpee grabbed their wrist, resulting in Caretaker slapped their face.

"Don't touch me, you creep!" 

"Caretaker, it's me! Please! Don't do this to me!" Whumpee pleaded, ignoring the sting feeling on their cheek. They kept clinging to Caretaker but they just pushed them away. Whumpee hugged Caretaker by their waist, holding them tight as tears watering in their eyes. 

"Please, please remember me! I'm Whumpee!" 

Caretaker sighed in frustration. They looked at Whumpee with a cold gaze. "Nice acting. But just so you know, there's already a few people who pretended to be my Whumpee just to get the money I offer from the missing poster."

"But I'm the real one! I'm not lying!" Whumpee showed their smile to Caretaker, tears rolled down on their cheeks. "Look at me, Caretaker! Don't you remember my smile?" Whumpee asked hopefully. Their smile faded when Caretaker pulled out their wallet and held out a few dollars to them.

"Take this, if you are that desperate for money." 

Whumpee pulled away from Caretaker. They swallowed hard as they took in the reality they were facing. Caretaker sighed as Whumpee stayed still like a rock, they put the money on the ground before going inside and closed the door. Whumpee bit their bottom lip, holding the tears in as they watched the money scattered around their bare feet.

They walked away from Caretaker's house, leaving the money untouched. 

~

"Oh, dear…" Whumper said, as they looked down at Whumpee. Whumpee was laying down on the street, hugging themselves tightly to fight the cold. They looked hazy and dazed, probably from starvation. Whumper sighed softly. They crouched down in front of Whumpee and stroked their hair.

"I told you, nobody cares about you anymore except me. Why do you need to be so stubborn, hm?" 

Whumper lifted Whumpee in bridal style, carried them gently as they walked to their car. 

"I will give you a warm blanket and a hot shower once we get home. Okay?"

Whumpee nodded, resting their head against Whumper's chest. Whumper rubbed their cheeks, frowning in concern. 

"They hit you?"

Whumpee didn't answer, they just started crying again. "Hey…hey…shh…don't cry, I'm here with you now." Whumper held them tightly, trying to comfort them as much as they could.

"C-caretaker doesn't remember me anymore…t-they gave me money, b-but I don't want that…!" 

"Shh…I know, I know." Whumper looked at Whumpee sympathetically. "Let's take care of your empty stomach first, okay?"

Whumpee nodded, "Okay…"

~

Part 2

[wtftarot]

PAC: Judgment

This one is going to be fucking intense, y'all. The Judgement card calls shit the fuck out. The Judgement card isn't judgemental though. It's all about self-reflection, taking a good, hard look in the mirror, and suspending your self-criticism so you can see yourself honestly. It can talk about a reckoning of biblical proportions, things being brought to the surface and nothing will ever be the same.

That being said this reading is for entertainment purposes ONLY and is not a substitute for professional advice in any capacity. Remember, use common sense, and don't be a dumbass.

Masterlist

Pick The Flag, The Angel, or because some of y’all’s guides have a sense of humor The Ass. And head on to your reading.

THIS IS THE JUDGMENT CARD. IT IS A TOUGH LOVE READING. IF THAT IS NOT WHAT YOU FEEL YOU NEED OR ARE IN GOOD HEADSPACE FOR, THIS ISN'T THE READING FOR YOU. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

The Horn

Ten of wands, Five of Cups, The Hanged Man, Five of Swords, Death Rx, Nine of Swords, Ace of Cups Rx, Eight of Cups Rx, Seven of Cups Rx, The Fool, and The Six of Wands.

Is it loud where y'all are at? Or is there usually a lot of noise going on where you're at? I don't think that has anything to do with the reading, just something I'm picking up on. Y'all know the Judgment card is not gonna pull any punches right? And you're ready for that? Alright then, y'all are stuck in the past and it's fuckin you over. I'm getting specifically that y'all replay embarrassing memories or replay times you fucked up over and over in your head and beat yourself up over them. Now most people do that to a degree, y'all though? Y'all do it a fuck ton. You need to stop beating yourself up for past shit. You don't have to start singing your own praises or whatever, just learning to stop that train of thought when it comes up would do wonders for you. I kept pulling cards for y'all because they felt empty, that's the only way I can describe it. Y'all are so fucking drained. It's like y'all are hanging around a well that's been dry for a while, but you won't leave cause what if you go looking and never find another one? THE WELL IS FUCKIN DRY SWEETIE. You refuse to let go of the past because what if the future is worse? Or what if you never find that again? Honey, I'm gonna give it to you straight (or bi?) By holding onto the past you are guaranteeing that the future will be worse. Hanging around a dusty ass well is worse than going looking for another one, full stop. I gotta be honest, it doesn't even look like you were happy with what you're holding on to. None of the cards talk about a happy past. I keep getting this imagery of ghosts haunting an abandoned house, but it feels like you're the ghost haunting your past. There's a vibe here too, that y'all are waiting for something to rush in and change things. Like some sorta lightning strike, epiphany, huge catalyst event that's like NOW, my life can start. Sweetie, that's you. You are the change maker in your life. I understand there's a fuck ton in life that's outside of our control, I get that. That's not what this reading is talking about. It's talking about how the choices you are making are keeping you stuck. How YOU are the catalyst for change in your life. Even small steps in the right direction will make a huge difference Your reading started with the Ten of Wands and ended with the Six. The imagery on them is really beautiful for this reading. In the deck I'm using, the Ten/Wands is depicted as ten sticks all tangled together, it feels like being stuck in a dark underbrush. The Six/Wands shows a blue butterfly flying out of a dark underbrush. You have the power to move toward a brighter future. You just need to take that power into your hands and stop trying to go back to the past. I believe in y'all.

Random ass vibes: enchiladas, butterflies, 888, pop-punk, 21, pink, pastel goth

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Angel

Seven/Cups, Knight/Cups Rx, Queen/Wands Rx, Eight/Swords Rx, Six/Swords, Wheel of Fortune Rx, Ace of Cups.

I'm seeing a watercolor painting of mountains. Someone painting scenery on a road-trip. This energy feels very soft, not gentle though. Like a cat that's cuddly but will tear you to shreds the second the mood strikes them. I feel like if you picked this group, you are one tough nut to crack. You've either had a rough life so far, are a rough person or both. Probably both. There's a softness that's calling you. A softer life coming your way, you probably feel it or have seen signs about it. It's freaking you the fuck out though ain't it? This life that you're being called to embrace, "being welcomed into" I'm hearing, is so soft and free and you've never felt that have you? It's terrifying. Honey. I fucking get y'all, I get this group wholefuckinheartedly. Y'all may be scared that this softer life will make you lose your instincts, that you will go soft and helpless. I think that's why the cat analogy came up, you won't lose it, babe don't worry. You won't be de-clawed just because you find a safe lap to curl up in. I'm feeling that the people that will come in with this softer life will love your edges and teeth. Knowing you will have their back when shit hits the fan will make them feel so safe with you and vis versa. Cause believe me they will have your back just as you do theirs. This energy is dark and intense and soft and warm all at once. It's so fuckin beautiful. Here's the catch, cause you knew it was coming: You have to start creating room for this softer energy. You have to start being softer with yourself, not judging yourself for wanting that softness. Stop ridiculing soft things, open things. I know you can take the hard times in stride but stop making yourself. Just because you can handle the hard shit doesn't mean you have to all the time. There is so much ease with this energy, it's just like a whisper in my ear. This is a time of rest coming to you but you have to kinda train yourself a bit for it, teach yourself that these things are okay. Otherwise, you may just lose your shit cause it's so fuckin foreign to you. (I keep seeing a flash of a long caption on instagram?? I don't know what that means at all, I hope it clicks for one of y'all. ) I keep getting the sense that y'all are worried about losing who you are if you embrace this energy, you won't. That intensity? The claws? The smartass mouth and edge? All yours to keep. We don't lose the night and storms when spring comes now do we? The only difference now is that you'll have a shoulder to lean on and will have moments of peace. BUT you have to stop judging yourself for even thinking about a softer way, seriously. How the hell are you going to be ready to embrace this fuckin awesome new chapter if you can't even THINK about it without mentally berating yourself? You don't have to do a complete 180 immediately, just stop yourself when you catch yourself repeating those thoughts. Just change the subject, do not engage. You can argue with those self-berating thoughts if you want, ngl this group seems like take no shit types. And let's be honest, we all know that you can't mentally beat yourself into the person you want to be, anymore than you could repeatedly neglect and destroy a seedling and have it grow into a huge ass tree. Things don't get stronger by being repeatedly broken down and destroyed. Y'all have had enough of the tough-love, hustle, push harder to do better. It's your turn for ease.

random ass vibes: art, Hozier, rainy forests, two-lane highways, candy, hammocks, fresh laundry, fire.

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Ass

Four/Swords Rx, The High Priestess, Three/Pentacles, Queen/Swords Rx, The Tower Rx, Seven/Pentacles Rx, Ace/Wands and Ace/Swords Rx on the back of the deck.

Y'all's guides think they're fuckin hilarious. Not only did they keep pushing me to pick the person's ass as the picture for your group. When I was writing up the lil intro at the top, I wrote something about a good, hard look in the mirror and I heard giggling and "yea look at the dick in the mirror". (jokingly calling you a dick, not in a really mean way, more like the way you call a friend a dick) They're giggling again as I'm writing this. This energy is very youthful and light. I think y'all tend to be very hard on your past self, very critical. I keep hearing "should've known better". You need to give yourself a break, especially from past mistakes. (Do y'all have trouble focusing? I cannot seem to focus on this group, so I'm sorry if it's coming across as very jumbled. )There's a deep need to go inward and explore your inner self. I think y'all actively avoid going inward, dealing with your own emotions. It's like y'all are running away from your inner child. Some of you may have had a rough childhood but I'm getting that it's more that y'all kinda bully your past self/ inner child, as they are one and the same. It's interesting, it feels like a few of y'all are demanding yourselves to be a way that you're not naturally and it's alienating your inner child. Now, I can't say who you are naturally, not my place. I can say judging by the cards, some of y'all are pushing yourselves to be more of a logical hardass than you are and for others of you it's the opposite, you're pushing yourselves to be more intuitive, touchy-feely than you are naturally. No Judgements for either side, I do want to say whether you figure out you're more or less logical/intuitive, you can still be into tarot and everything. All are welcome. All of y'all are punishing yourselves for not being how you think you "should" be though. I do mean punishing, too. Y'all can be downright cruel to yourselves when you try to be. Pay attention to what you're saying to yourself in those moments, as I'm getting that you may be parroting something cruel that was said to you as a kid. I mean, do you even truly believe what you're saying to yourself? Cause, honestly it looks like you do and value different skill sets and understand that everyone is different and does embarrassing shit sometimes, but you have a different standard for yourself. I'm hearing something like "Yeah but everyone' beats themselves up over embarrassing shit, everyone does this, and everyone hates themselves for past mistakes. Sweetie, everyone cringes at their past, not everyone is cruel to themselves the way you are. I don't think you realize how incredibly harsh your thoughts toward your past self can be. You wonder why you can never seem to connect with your inner child when you've become their biggest bully. I mean no offense and I'm not judging you, I'm just your guide's lil messenger. I didn't intend for this to be an inner child reading, that is what it needs to be, though. The Judgment card talks about calling things to the surface, and facing the truth of you head on. Your self-judgments are leaving your inner child feeling abandoned by you. You're picking apart the foundation of yourself and wondering why you never feel like you're on solid ground. This reading is calling you to go back to basics for yourself. I'm seeing for those of you who never really had a time when you could be a child, not only is this more relevant for you, it'll have more of an impact. Think back to what made you feel safe as a kid, or what you wanted to do to make yourself feel safe that you couldn't for whatever reason. Shows you watched or wanted to watch. The food you wanted. Buy yourself a toy, playdough is cheap as hell. If you're still pretty young and you're reading this, let yourself BE young. The world is so fuckin demanding and puts so much pressure on everyone to be "mature" and grow up as fast as possible and it's bullshit. Being easier on your past self/inner child will give you that spark and energy you've felt was missing. You're never too old to let yourself feel like a kid.

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# . swimming 𓂃 ♥︎

𝜗𝜚 ┈ xiao x reader ! ｡

xiao and the reader wind up finding a small pond while doing commissions...maybe a break is an order..

oneshot ノ fluff ノgn! traveler reader ノcanon universe - second person pov !! please enjoy! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

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Hiking up a mountain was probably your least favorite part of being a member of The Adventurer's Guild. Commissions were terrible, and climbing your way to Huaguang Stone Forest was probably the worst part of it all, even with Xiao coming along.

You weren't too sure why the Adeptus had decided to join you; his closed off nature had convinced you he wanted as much distance as possible. But this time, he had insisted, claiming that you needed guidance in such a rocky area, despite the fact you had been over there almost every day.

After carefully picking flowers for Sun Yu, you had decided to treck up the mountain a bit more, just to gather your things and reconvene. Xiao was quietly sitting on the edge of the tall peak, looking out at Liyue. It was clear his protective outlook on the nation was heavy, the weight sitting on his shoulders like wings.

You were tempted to reach out and touch him, wondering what the flesh of his shoulder blades would feel like under your fingers.

But you didn't. You shook your head, looking at the small body of water before you. It rippled and reflected the sky. It was now dusk; way later than either of you had expected to be out. You were tired, dirty, and getting quite hungry.

Xiao noticed.

"...Wangshu in is not far away, if you need a rest. I would not mind taking you there myself." He barely turned to face you, his dark brows furrowing ever so slightly. "They provide proper lodging. Better than what you would get in the wilderness."

"I...you're right..." You slipped off your shoes, dipping your feet into the water, before slowly submerging your body under the surface, leaving only your head poking out.

Xiao quickly plummeted into the water, scooping you up, and pushing you back onto the shore. His eyes were wide, pupils dilatated. His lips parted ever so slightly. "...Why did you do that? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"I was just going for a swim..." You rang out your clothes, now completely soaked; as was he. His shirt clung tightly to his body, water droplets dripping down his chin the way tears would. You couldn't help but wonder what he'd look like while crying.

"You could have drowned, you fool..."

"I know how to swim...don't you?"

"...yes.."

He hopped out of the water, sitting next to you. He was much shorter than you, but his sharp features were intimidating enough to where it didn't matter. He looked out at the sunset, the pale light shining down on the tip of his nose.

For a moment; just a single moment...he looked relaxed. As though nothing mattered. He was no longer a vigilant Yaksha; no longer bound to his karmic debt. He was just...your friend, finally at peace. Finally content.

"...You look happy," You muttered, inching your hand a bit closer to his. He didn't pull away this time. "At least...as happy as I've ever seen you."

"..." He blushed, his eyes widening once more as his pupils locked onto you, like a focused kitten ready to hunt. He pulled his gaze away. "Happiness is a mortal concept. I don't care for it. It is not something that matters to my kind.."

You smiled for a second, leaning your head on his shoulder. You were both drenched. Neither of you cared.

"You like being happy, don't you...?"

Silence.

And although you couldn't see it...you knew he smiled.

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The Viscount Who Deceived Me - Part 2

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | ...

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Fem! Reader, maybe a bit of Benedict Bridgerton x Fem! Reader? (winkwink)

Warnings: angst, fluff, pining, unintentional friend-zone? read at your own risk

Word Count: 2.5K words

a/n: I have decided to turn this into a multiple part series and I really want to know whether you like this or not! All feedback is welcome and wanted.

By some miracle, the... commotion didn't reach any society papers. The Bridgertons, your mama, and the coachman managed to remain silent about the matter. And so did you. In fact, you had been completely silent since the moment you entered that carriage 3 days prior.

You wanted to scream and throw things. You wanted to do anything, have any reaction. However, all the feelings that tore you apart from the inside never reached the surface.

Not until you were alone, in the middle of the night. That was the only moment you allowed the silent tears to fall down your cheeks.

To the whole ton, you and Anthony were still that same engaged, happy, and loving couple who spread hope through the hearts of unwed ladies. Yet, that was no longer the truth of it, maybe it never really was.

Now you knew, but you were once just as fooled as the young souls who believed your love was true.

'There is no such thing.' you thought to yourself.

The blinds were still closed, but the faint light from the candle you had left burning the night before was enough for you to read the Whistledown from the day your heart shattered.

'this isn’t a vantageous marriage, but one of love.'

The phrase was etched into your head, having read it a thousand times already since your mind was restless the entire night, spiralling with theories about Anthony's affair.

'Had it been going on this entire time?'

'Did he ever truly love me?'

'Was I just a pawn in his game or did he realise I was not enough for him somewhere along the way?'

A soft knock at your door pulled you from your thoughts and had you lifting your head slightly from the pillow. Your mama walked in with the 'pity smile'. That's what you had decided to call it.

Ever since the night it happened, your mother would look at you with her head slightly tilted to the side, shoulders inward, and a pained look on her face that could only be considered a smile seeing that her mouth was slightly turned upward. It would have made you laugh, were you not in your constant state of heartache and misery.

"Good morning, my dear." she greeted, removing a stray hair from your face, and continued towards the curtains before asking "How are you this morning?"

You cringed at the sudden light and sank your head back to the pillow with a grunt.

Your mother huffed before strutting determinately to you.

"Today you shall leave this room." she said, removing your covers.

"Mother, please-" you started, but she cut you off.

"I have given you time to grieve for your broken heart, but it has been three days. This is the first time you have even spoken. It is time to stand up, hold your head high."

She grabbed your hands and gave you an encouraging smile.

"He said he loved me..." you whispered, eyes welling up again.

Your mother sat down with a sigh and wiped away a fallen tear. Leaning into her hand, you thanked the Lord for having a mother that was also a friend.

"My dear child," she felt her own tears threaten to fall "it pains me to see you like this."

"I am so sorry, mama..." you sobbed "I am sorry for not being good enough."

"Don't you say that!" she scolded, then added softly "Don't you dare say that."

You sniffled as she pulled you into her embrace.

"You are everything, my dear. You are beautiful. You are kind. You are courageous. You are well read. You are everything a mother, a friend or a husband could ever ask for and more." holding your shoulders, she tried to make you see, but you persisted.

"But I was not enough for Anthony."

"Anthony Bridgerton is a rake and a fool!" she exclaimed and you shushed her.

"You mustn't say such things. Word could go out about our broken betrothal."

"That is precisely what I have come to speak to you about." she said, eyes darting to the side before coming back to yours "Do you truly wish to end your betrothal?"

"Mama!" you shot up and she followed suit.

"Surely, you know that a love match is a rare occurrence. Men are never faithful to their wives and, as much as I truly believe you deserve only the best, we need be realistic."

"You mean to say that I should marry him only to be sent off to the country to live in eternal loneliness and misery while he lives a happy life with his mistress here in the city?" you gasped "What about everything you have just said?"

"My dear, I mean all that I have said to you, but being Viscountess... You will have a good life, a comfortable life. Most of us cannot have the luxury of waiting for true love to come around. I should not be telling you this, but..." she paused and lowered her voice "Your father is set on marrying you to Lord Hughes after what happened with your betrothed."

"Hughes?" you fell back on the bed "But he is older than Papa!"

'This cannot be happening.' you thought desperately.

"It is why I am telling you to make amends with the Bridgerton boy. None of them will be loyal to you and I wish that I could change it, but at least he is younger and doesn't have 3 deceased wives that died of mysterious causes."

"You and I both know that there is nothing mysterious about being pushed down the stairs." you were heaving "There must be another way, I..."

Your hand shot up to your stomach, as if that would stop the nausea.

Everything was wrong, everything was falling apart. If you could only turn back time and...

'What could I have done differently?' you pondered.

'Not fallen for Anthony? Maybe accepted the affections of any other gentleman? Who could tell if anything would be different or if all men are the same?'

You stood up with a determined gleam in your eyes.

"Mama, send for quill and paper. I shall have tea with the Bridgertons." you decided as you walked to your closet.

The moment your carriage pulled up to the Bridgerton house, Eloise came running out. Your valet opened the door and you were engulfed in a tight hug. The comforting smell of old books and something woodsy crowded your senses and you wrapped your arms around your friend.

"I never thought I'd see you again." she whispered against your hair "Thought my bedswerver of a brother had ruined us forever."

You pulled away to look into her eyes "Nothing could ever ruin us. We are best friends, it would take a whole lot more to chase me away from you."

She smiled and pulled you along "We best get inside, it is much too cold and the tea is already brewing."

Taking a deep breath and fixing your newest sapphire blue dress, you followed her into the familiar house. Your families had been connected since your infancy. The Dowager Viscountess had been a close friend to your mother ever since she had first wed the late Viscount Bridgeton. Your grandmama had taught them both all there was to know about being a good wife.

'I suppose it mustn't have been that hard to please someone who was head over heels in love with you already.' you thought.

You were only a child when Edmund Bridgerton passed, but you, as well as everyone else in the ton, would always remember the love between him and his wife.

A love you thought Anthony would have had with you.

Eloise pushed open the door to the drawing room where only her mama and Daphne sat. You sighed a breath of relief and curtsied.

"My dear girl." Violet stood and gave you a hug "I never expected to see you so soon, but I am glad you are here."

Her warm smile eased you, despite the ache you felt. His smell was here, his very essence in this house. You wanted so badly to hate him, but your good memories betrayed you.

Ice skating in the lake by the house, having ice cream at the parlour, horseback riding in the park, laughing until your stomach hurt, passing touches during balls.

“I cannot think of anything else, Siena.” he whispered before kissing her neck.

"One last night to remember.” he kissed her again.

The memories were like a slap and you fell back into reality, Violet's face replacing them.

"It is a pleasure to see you again, Viscountess Bridgerton." you bowed your head.

"Please, my child. We are past that, I have told you time and time again to call me Violet." she caressed your arm with the tenderness of a mother.

"Forgive me, Violet..." you took a deep breath in and prayed to God that your tears only fell at home "Is Anthony home?"

"He left early this morning with a horse, but-"

As if sensing his presence being summoned, the doors to the drawing room flew open and Anthony walking in with searching eyes. They landed on you and he strode in your direction.

It looked like he was going to hug you, but he stopped less than a foot from you and took a step back.

"(y/n), I-" he started, but you could not bare to hear him, so you halted his words with a hand on his.

"My lord, I wish to apologise." you said bowing your head in what might have looked like a submissive stance, but was actually you swerving his piercing gaze.

"What?" exclaimed Eloise.

Anthony started speaking again, but you had to finish saying what you came to say. You had it all planned out in your mind and if you didn't go through with your speech, it might all go to ruins.

"I over-reacted. I know most men take on lovers before and during wed-lock, it is a normal occurrence and I had no right to condemn you for it." Bile rose up your throat, but you continued "I ask you to take me back, if you will still have me."

"Have you gone mad?" Eloise shook your shoulders.

"Please," you whispered, eyes stinging with unshed tears "Let me do this. I will explain everything later."

Your best friend looked disappointed, but took a step back. Your heart sunk even further into your chest.

Looking back at Anthony, you asked again "Will you have me, my lord?"

Eyebrows furrowed as ever, mouth agape with unspoken thoughts, he nodded once and pursed his lips in a frown.

You let out a pent up breath and forced a smile "I shall see you at the Cowper ball this evening, then?"

"Yes, but (y/n)-"

"I must go, I have a fitting at the modiste for tonight."

With a brief curtsy, you fled the room. Turning to run down the stairs, you bumped into Benedict.

"Whoa." he grabbed the handrail with one hand and your waist with the other to keep you both from falling.

Your chest bumped into his and you looked up, tears blurring your sight.

"(y/n)?" his voice sounded surprised. You could not see his face, but you would wager those expressive eyes of his also were. "What are you doing here? Why are you crying? What did he do?"

His thumb caught a fallen tear and he cupped your face, slowly stroking your cheek.

"Who do I have to beat up? Besides my dalcop brother, of course." he joked with that side smile of his and you answered with something between a laugh and a sob.

"Me. I fear the culprit is me this time."

His brows furrowed and you elaborated "I came to ask for your brother's forgiveness and if he would still have me."

His finger stopped "What?"

"It is a long story." you sighed, holding his arm.

"I have time." he offered and you smiled.

Truly smiled for the first time in 3 days.

"Very well, then. Walk me home?"

He offered his arm and answered "It would be my pleasure."

You took it and you both walked down the stairs and out of the house in comfortable silence.

"Do you remember old Hughes?" you asked and the Bridgerton twisted his face.

"The one who smells like a chimney and was around since before christ?"

You laughed "That's the one."

"What about him?" Ben asked and you stopped walking to look at him.

"After what happened with Anthony, my father started thinking of offering him my hand."

"Hughes?" he gasped.

"So, it was either asking if Anthony would still have me or marrying the oldest and most disgusting man this town has ever seen." You started walking again.

"That's not true." He murmured.

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"There are countless other men who want your hand. Men who would treat you better than both of them. Love you like you deserve to be loved."

You saw your house and slowed your steps. Without any siblings, the closest thing you had to family, beside your mother, were the Bridgertons. They felt like home.

This felt like home.

"Well, if you know any, send them my way." you smiled softly, then added solemnly "My father insists on me getting married since I have already been out for 3 seasons. I have no other choice. If I did, I..."

You both stopped in front of your house, the sharp scent of geranium from your mother's garden invaded your nose.

"I don't know what I'd do. I don't even know if I believe in love anymore." you sighed in defeat.

"I don't believe that." said Benedict, holding your hands in his "You? Are we talking about the same person? The one who has read romance novels since always, picks wildflowers for her bedroom, stops to feel the wind against her hair, cries at the opera, and spends more time daydreaming than awake in the present?"

You smiled sheepishly and looked at your shoes. Benedict wouldn't have that. He put a finger under your chin and lifted your head.

His eyes were soft when he said "You are love personified. Nothing and no one will ever take that away. Any man would be the most fortunate being in this earth to spend the rest of their life by your side."

You were speechless as he kissed your hand and turned to leave.

You grabbed his arm before he could go "That was the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me"

When he only looked down with a smile, you continued "I wish I could hug you without it being improper, you are like a brother to me after all."

"Well," his eyes fell "we all wish for things we cannot have."

Benedict lowered his lips to your hand in a lingering kiss.

"I will see you tonight."

Then he left.

a/n: this was initially just going to be a one part Anthony Bridgerton angst fic. However, I got so many request on part 1 to continue this, so I started thinking about where this could head and I have so much to write for this already. I absolutely pouring my heart and soul into this series for the past few days, so please tell me if it's good or absolute shit.

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i just wanted to point out Nenes great character development in these few chapters(especially 115) where she changes from obsessing over any guy to just plainly admitting her love for Hanako . Obviously in this recent chapter we see this , and I just love it .

I honestly think it’s great to see Nene develop , admitting her feelings much easier than before with ease , it’s such a shame that unfortunately the new timeline was created where Hanako becomes a teacher , so it’s impossible for Nene to express her feelings now ..😭

What do you think ?

Well, if we're going to talk about Nene, we need to highlight a few things about her personality in general. Nene being superficially interested in boys just because of their beauty is directly linked to the desire to "prove" that she is loved, she wants to prove it to the people who rejected her before.

I talk about it in this post

Proof that this was exactly what she wanted is the way she has developed and is about to grow now. This will probably be the arc of her development, where she will be the person who *again, will strive to find Hanako again and make things return to “normal”.

Nene is now in love, the way Hanako is seen in her eyes has changed, and now that this feeling has spread in her chest, she is finally noticing her own behavior.

It's that thing, we never really see when we are doing something silly, for her it was something common, wanting pretty boys, wanting to have a romance, being desired, but she never noticed that she let herself be carried away lightly by them in the hope of getting a little attention in return.

When she notices that the other version of her allowed herself to wish she was the tenth girlfriend of the guy who said her legs were weird, or for doing the boys' chores, when after living with Hanako for so long, she realizes what it is be truly loved.

Even though we can put "quotes" around this "truly loved one", Nene still does chores for Hanako, but in this case, because of a wish, it was an exchange she naively made without thinking much, to be able to be Teru's girlfriend , Something that did not happen.

In the end, she is starting to notice the consequences of her own choices on her own and not accept crumbs from anyone. When she ran away without thinking twice, just wanting to meet Hanako again because he's the one she wants to confess to.

Nene will go through another process of loss to finally understand that appearance is a mere detail, that love is beyond the surface, love is in attitudes, in gestures, in companionship, in wanting to protect and be there for her.

I was happy when she finally started to notice her own behavior, the consequences of them. Maybe now she finally understands that love is not on the surface, it has to be conquered.

Don't worry about Hanako and Nene, remember, Aidairo has a pattern, the arc will be very dramatic, but generally it only serves to develop the characters. (As in the PP arc, the arc of number 6)

Then everything will return to normal, ghost Hanako, Tsukasa yorishiro, etc, etc. Just rip the seal off number one and everything will go back to the way it was.

So, don't worry too much about it.

[arcane-vagabond]

This request was inevitable, but can we see a Jake’s conversation with Mandy either the initial one where he calls things off or the one on the beach after Skipper leaves (I’m leaning towards the second one bc I love seeing him stand up for Skipper 🥺)

For you, my love? Anything 💛

Conversation One: Confronting Mandy the first time.

Jake bounced his leg nervously as he sat on the lone picnic table at the far edge of the pier. It wasn't that he wasn't sure about his decision, but he was more worried about what Mandy would do when she heard what he had to say.

"Alright, Jake. What did you want to talk to me about?"

Speak of the devil, and she shall appear, Jake thought with a smirk. He turned to see the brunette approach him, an unamused look on her face as she took him in.

He might have loved her at one point, but those days had long since passed. He thought back to his teens when he had first presented, so sure that he would spend the rest of his life with her. Their mothers had loved the idea, of course, having grown up as best friends themselves. Jake hadn't wanted to disappoint them, and so he had gone along with their idea, convincing himself that he could find happiness with Mandy.

But as the years stretched on, Jake found himself unable to believe the lies he had made for himself. He wasn't happy, and despite the idea of it being a perfect match, he couldn't bring himself to choose Mandy as his mate. A tiny voice inside him had always whispered at him to wait, that something good and pure was coming to him. And now he knew what, or who, it was.

"Well?" She snapped impatiently, crossing her arms as she glared at him. He took a deep breath.

"Mandy, it's over."

"What's over?" She asked him, annoyance palpable.

"Us. We're-we're done," he sighed, already feeling the weight lifting off of his shoulders. "I can't pretend that I'm happy anymore. It's not fair to either of us. You know it, and I know it. This wasn't meant to last."

"You're joking," Mandy laughed, eyebrows rising in disbelief. "Jake, you've tried this before and it didn't turn out the way you wanted, so why would this time be any different?"

"Because I found her, Mandy."

"Found who?"

"My mate," he murmured, his heart clenching at the word. He pictured your soft smile, the way your hands had gently picked up his gifts. "I found my true mate."

"Jake, be serious," she scowled. "True mates are as rare as they come, and you think that you of all people have found yours?"

Jake didn't say anything. He knew it sounded crazy. Hell, he hadn't quite believed it at first either, but he knew it was true. He felt it down to the very core of his being, and it scared him if he was being completely honest with himself. He hardly knew you, yet he was certain that he loved you. He loved you with everything he had, and he was determined to know why.

"Yes," he stated firmly, peering up at her. "She's mine, Mandy. You can't change fate."

"This isn't fate, Jake," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "This is you, finding something new, something you haven't had yet. I'll let you play around for now, but it's time to be serious. This will be your third frenzy, and you know what happens when you wait too long. Mine is coming next year."

Jake watched as she turned to walk away. She paused, looking over her shoulder at him.

"So, it's your choice," she smirked, a glint in her eye. "Will it be your frenzy or mine where we finally seal the deal?"

Conversation Two: Confronting Mandy on the beach.

Jake watched as you walked away, moving to chase after you, but Mandy stepped in his path. Her blue eyes swirled as they glowed with unbridled fury.

"Don't you dare," she hissed, pushing him back. He snarled at her, feeling his own rage boil to the surface at being kept away from you.

"Move," he growled, glaring down at her.

"That's not going to happen," she said, standing straighter, eyes narrowing up at him. "You marked her. You marked her and made me look like a fool."

"I can't make you look like a fool when there's nothing between us," he reasoned, and in a seemingly impossible feat, her expression managed to grow darker.

"You're mine, Jake Seresin," Mandy glowered. "You have been and always will be. You and I are the endgame, not some wannabe scientist."

"Mandy, we've talked about this-"

"Oh, get a grip, Jake!" she shrieked. "What am I going to have to do to get it through that thick head of yours that you and I are going to be mated? You can either get with the program now, or I can do something that'll help you get there."

Jake made to answer, but a song cut through the cool, summer breeze, one that Jake had never heard before.

It was a mating call, that much was certain, but Jake didn't recognize the voice. His brow furrowed as he listened, noting how the song sounded more bestial than usual. He made to move, but a hand on his chest stopped him.

"Leave it," Mandy growled, eyes intense as they looked at him. "It's not your concern."

Jake felt his skin crawl as the hand on his chest began to drift lower.

"Let me convince you of what it is you really want," she purred, leaning up to graze her lips against his. Jake felt like he was going to be sick as he pushed her away, Mandy stumbling back before regaining her balance. Jake was fairly certain his heart would have stopped right then and there if she possessed the ability to kill him with a look.

"I don't want you, Mandy," he scowled, pushing past her.

"We'll see about that," she murmured, eyes blazing. Jake paused, glancing back at her. "I'll make you understand what's going to happen."

"Skipper!"

Jake whirled around at the sound of your name being screamed by Nat, fear gripping at him with cold claws. He broke out into a sprint, leaving Mandy behind on the darkened beach, his only thoughts being to get to you before something happened.

[sulumuns-dootah]

26.12. Leviathan - Banquet for two (18+)

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⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

₊˚⊹.* The Yule festival of Hell *.⊹˚₊

‎‧₊˚✧ 18+ Minors Do Not Interact‎ ✧˚₊‧

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The halls of the Hades castle are so eerie during the night while everyone is away. Or at least somewhere else in the castle. More precisely in the grand hall where the annual holiday banquet is thrown. Everyone who means something is there. Guests from Hades as well as all the other countries in Hell. Everyone except for the king of Hades, Leviathan himself.

You were excited for the banquet. You've even had a dress made specifically for this occasion. But instead of everyone talking about how gorgeous it is, everyone is discussing the absence of Leviathan. Not to sound dramatic, but it's like you're almost invisible since someone who is not there is more important. As if the guests didn't know how much Leviathan hates being around other people.

With a slight irritation you decide to leave under the guise of bringing Levi some food. If someone's absence is more interesting, then why not be absent too? Leaning to your side to Glasyalabolas, you let him know that you'll go check up on the missing king. He hands you the plate which was meant to be eaten from by Leviathan after putting a portion of the king's favorite fish steaks on it.

So now you're walking through the halls to Leviathan's quarters. Originally you thought about just going to your room and eating the steaks yourself, but you kinda feel bad for the king. The heavy expectations laying on him to be social despite having a severe agoraphobia. No wonder he spends most of the time hiding away in his rooms.

When you finally reach the door to his room, the air suddenly turns cold. The knocks on the massive doors resound in the empty hall. After a short while a voice beckons you to come in.

The room is colder than in the hall and quickly looking for Leviathan, you find out why. One of the windows is open and he's sitting in the windowsill, looking out on the city covered in snow. It's already dark, but the street lamp light bounces off all the white and creates a glow on its own.

“I've brought you some food, your majesty. Your absence is the main topic of discussions.” you say with a hint of bitterness.

“Then why aren't you out there gossiping too?” Leviathan answers without even looking your way.

“I was bored. No matter how important those devils are, they can't uphold an interesting conversation if their life depended on it.” you sigh and set the plate on the windowsill right by Levi's legs. This seem to finally break him from the trance of the glowing white cityscape and he looks at you.

“That's a lovely dress. I want a shirt made out of that fabric.” he says plainly and moves to sit with his back turned to the outside, burning you with his gaze.

“Sure, I'll let the seamstress know.” you say, happy that finally someone noticed.

“Say, you were bored at the celebration, would you maybe keep me company here then? I'm certain I can uphold a decent conversation much more than those fools.” Leviathan jumps off the windowsill, taking the plate with him to the bathroom. You follow him, uncertain what will happen, but as it turns out, he's decided to enjoy his fish steaks in the comfort of his thankfully empty bathtub. You wouldn't want to get your dress wet if he invited you along into the bathtub too.

But it seems just that happens. Leviathan sits down on one end of the marble tub with plenty enough space left for you and the volume of your dress. The many layers of tulle help cushion the hard surface. Levi places the plate down between the two of you and starts eating. The steaks look good, but you know your manners and don't take any unless he offers you one.

None of you speak up until the plate is empty. Leviathan then sets the plate outside of the bathtub and reaches out to feel the material of your chiffon shawl, ”Such a soft material. It must feel even better constricting around my neck. Would you do that for me?”

“Uhm... Excuse me?” you blink, startled that he would request something so intimate from you.

“I believe I made myself clear. But I understand if that's too straight forward of me.” he sounds a bit disappointed. As if shrinking back he rest his back on the bathtub edge and leans his head on the rim with closed eyes, “If that's all, then you can go.”

“N-no, you majesty I would feel honoured.” you're quick to take off the shawl and scrunch it up into something resembling rope. Hopefully it's strong enough.

“Good, then get to it.” Leviathan opens his eyes and lifts his head back up. With slightly shaky hands you wrap the delicate fabric around his swan neck. At first you're unsure if you should really be doing this, but if his majesty wishes to be choked, then who are you to question him.

Remembering the stories from demons who were punished for choking him lightly, you try to choke him with all your strength. Hopefully the fabric can withstand such abuse. It seems that Leviathan's pleased with the amount of air he's depraved of, as evident by his eyes rolled back and growing erection.

“T-tou...ch... me...” he demands in a gasp for oxygen when you allow him to take at least some air in so he doesn't suffocate for real. His demand makes your heart race even more. Is he even thinking straight at this point? Before you have any more questions, he grabs your free hand and places it on his now painful boner. Or so you assume, with how much heat it radiates.

You're quick to free him of his constraints to uncover his throbbing and already leaking dick. It makes your mouth water, but just like the fish steaks before, you weren't invited to taste it. Only to touch.

Almost instinctively your hands starts to glide along his shaft, making him gasp for air more franticly. Playing with his tip, collecting more of his precum has him thrusting into your hand, desperate for more friction.

It feels kinda weird to have this much power over the king of a whole kingdom. Have him fully at your mercy. Normally in this situation you'd be also aching for release, but something about this scenario has you feeling like you've already come multiple times.

Slightly distracted, you don't notice your hand loosen up the tension on the shawl around Levi's neck. “T-tighter... s-so... close..!”

Realising your mistake you tug the fabric more tighter than before and that seems to be enough to push Leviathan over the edge. Spurting ropes of milky cum all over his belly and getting some on your dress. If it were any demon you'd be furious, but since it's His Majesty Leviathan, of course you forgive him.

“Not bad, but I still suppose I should teach you how to properly choke someone as there are some mistakes you've made.”

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But wait, this demon also has a gift for you!

"I suppose I should gift you with a noose, just like all of my other subordinates. Yet I feel like a necklace would suit your neck much more. "

[tsunamiiseas]

Cavetown - Fool but its TFA Prowlbee because I love this ship and will ramble about it till I hit the grave

ESPECIALLY THIS PARTICULAR LINE:

"Rant to me, I like the sound, I like your voice, I like your mouth"

Because it fits SO well with the fact that Bee is an excessively hyperactive yapper who cannot keep his mouth shut even if his life depended on it, and no matter how much he'd try Prowl could never get himself to hate all the talking because it's just so... Bumblebee behaviour, and he likes Bumblebee.

Bee could ramble about the most random stuff that can come to his processor, and Prowl would patiently wait and listen regardless of whether he wants to or not, because he likes seeing Bee happy and he likes hearing Bee's voice.

ALSO ANOTHER NOTEWORTHY LINE WHICH IS MY FAVOURITE LYRIC:

"Look in the mirror, I love that boy, don't hurt my dear, don't hurt my joy"

THIS LINE. THIS GODDAMN LINE THAT MAKES ME TEAR UP BECAUSE I IMAGINE BEE HAVING INSECURITIES AND PROWL TRYING TO PROVIDE COMFORT.

Lemme remind yall that Bee literally gave up the opportunity to become an official Elite Guard [which was his DREAM] just so he could stick with Bulkhead, and the reason he was getting promoted was because he'd outed Wasp, who he thought was the Decepticon spy within Boot Camp when in reality it was Longarm/Shockwave, which he only found out millennia later after Wasp escaped and Shockwave revealed his true identity to Bee and Bulkhead.

You can probably imagine the load of insecurities that this, coupled with the humiliation of being kicked out of Boot Camp and Sentinel barely remembering him, would cause Bee to have. He genuinely regrets listening to Longarm/Shockwave and ruining Wasp's life, he had to give up his dream opportunity so he could stick with his best friend, and he is horrified when he realizes the real Decepticon spy was the same bot who he trusted back at Boot Camp.

SO BACK TO PROWLBEE - After the whole ordeal with Wasp, the Jettwins and Longarm/Shockwave in the present time, Prowl notices how Bee looks miserable. He manages to get it all out from an equally concerned Bulkhead, and his spark aches.

Because Prowl learns that Bee had not only been carefully manipulated into framing a somewhat innocent bot, he also gave up his dream to stick with his only other friend at the time. And after the incident with Wasp, his self-esteem had dropped to an all-time low.

So Prowl takes Bumblebee to a mirror, or any reflective surface, anything that would let Prowl show the bot in the reflection that he is still a good spark, that no one hates him, that he is still loved. By their friends, by their teammates, by Prowl. To tell him that he doesn't have to hurt himself, to beat himself up for doing something he then believed to be the right thing. To tell him he is the brightest light of Prowl's life, that he is adored, he is cherished, he is still Bumblebee.

Edit: and ONE MORE LINE I FORGOT TO ADD:

"I am just a fool to keep on chasing after nothing great, you are just a fool to keep pretending that you're loving me"

This could go both ways OH MY GOD. Bumblebee, who felt like a fool because he tried chasing after things that were now too great for him, especially the long-abandoned dream of being an Elite Guard, and now he thinks he's doing the same [i.e. longing to be with Prowl] because he may act confident, but deep down he thinks Prowl is too good for him - he's quiet, skilled, disciplined, smart, and Bumblebee knows he's neither of those, because he's rash and impatient and horribly impulsive, which are all traits that Bee knows Prowl doesn't really enjoy, making him think his bond with Prowl is either fake, or half-hearted [hence the latter line, you are just a fool to keep pretending that you're loving me].

Prowl, on the other hand... I imagine he'd have some insecurities too; he failed to learn the one cyberjitsu technique that would've qualified him as a true member of the dojo, he failed to protect the dojo and he failed to save Yoketron. He failed to preserve the protoforms within the dojo, and he'd used the last one to try and save his mentor, which failed in the end. All this, just because he didn't want to be enrolled in the Elite Guard for the war, and he left in disgrace. Though faithful, he is losing hope to redeem himself for his mistakes [i.e. he believes he is chasing after nothing great] and also believes that Bumblebee is too good for him as well - Bee is loud, funny, energetic, hopeful, and Prowl is the complete opposite. Bee gets along with others, Prowl doesn't, nor does he make any effort to. Prowl does like Bee, but a small part of him thinks Bee doesn't wholeheartedly like him back.

In the end, though, they do get along. They do get closer, they share eachother's joy and pain, they try to understand eachother even if it's a long and weary process. In the end, they are happy, and they are happily eachother's fools.

I have so much more to rant about because I genuinely love this ship so much but my mind is literally malfunctioning rn so I'm gonna go ahead and cry in my pillow about these two now-

[P.S. might write a fic abt this if I get the time, also PLEASE ASK ME ANYTHING ABT THESE TWO AUGH🙏🎀]

[junnieverse]

LOGICAL ➳ Y. JUNGWON

➙ synopsis: you had known from the beginning that your relationship with jungwon was far from perfect, many would simply put it as toxic because of how manipulative he was but you were too blinded by love that all the lies and deceit felt meaningless. it was too late before you realised how dysfunctional it all was, love wasn't logical after all.

pairing: yang jungwon x gn!reader

genre: angst, lovers to exes au

word count: 1.1k

warnings: not proofread, jungwon is toxic (and so is your relationship with him), reader cries at some point

a/n: this is officially the first one done for the series! I hope you guys enjoy it, reblogs are highly appreciated too! :)

— GUTS X ENHYPEN SERIES MASTERLIST !

Everything had seemingly came crashing down and you were stuck right in the middle of the storm.

It felt like everything you knew that he'd told you was just acid burning through a surface.

Yang Jungwon was no saint. He may have looked like one but, looks can be deceiving.

Everyone had warned you about him and his manipulative ways but you were smitten.

You had fallen for him and hard, nothing anyone said could've stopped you from letting go of him and the deep connection you had.

You were brainwashed, yes, but what made you feel stupid was how long it took you to realise that your relationship with Jungwon really meant nothing to him.

He simply drew you a picture of everything you wanted, the picture perfect relationship with the most perfect boyfriend but you couldn't see the cracks in this little fantasy.

You were mislead into a fake reality that seemed so perfect that you were afraid of losing it.

Only after you saw the truth behind it all did you realise how much control Jungwon had over you.

He made you doubt the obvious and simply believe and stay in the fantasy he'd painted out for you because 2 + 2 actually equals 5 right, it didn't make sense at first but then again nothing in your relationship did and so you just chose to blindly believe whatever and every grain of critical thinking seemingly dispersed slowly.

"I really am a fool huh. I could've stopped it from going on for so long but I let that master manipulator have his way." you say laughing bitterly as your best friend sat beside you rubbing your back comfortingly.

Constantly seeing the signs that he was never a good influence to have around and yet you ignored the warning signs because he made you 'happy'.

You had heard all the rumours about him and yet it went through one ear and right through the other choosing to not believe the truth behind everyone who was trying to protect you from getting hurt.

"Jungwon, who was that girl I saw you with the other day with your friends?" you ask him looking down nervously.

"Hmm? Oh that was... a friend of mine." he says monotonously as he walks past you not bothering to say anything else.

You knew deep down that it was better to trust your gut instincts and they were telling you that he wasn't being completely truthful yet you once again turned a blind eye to your boyfriend mistreating you because the following day he would shower you with gifts and tell you how much he loved you.

He deserved just that much forgiveness right.

You were blind in love and this little world you both had was enough for you.

All you needed was Jungwon to feel complete you thought.

It was evident that you were holding onto something that wasn't pure and sincere, your relationship with Jungwon was nothing but lies and deception but you still saw 'the good side' in him.

How he lead you to believe he was changing, becoming a better man for you.

And yet, the more he lied to you, the more you started believing the things he'd say.

"It's possible for people to change. Jungwon is changing just for me, don't you guys see it?" you tell your friends thinking fondly of him as your friends shared a knowingly worried look between one another.

"(Y/n) snap out of it, Jungwon keeps messing with your feelings, he's gaslighting you." one of them says trying to calmly express herself.

Leaving him wasn't any easy either, you'd been committed for a solid two years now and you weren't willing to throw that away.

He would call you less, he was less affectionate, he was staying out with friends more and he was gradually gravitating away from you.

Everytime you finally had enough of him and would call him out, he somehow found a way to win you over to give him another chance.

"You know I would never hurt you baby. I had too much to drink and did something stupid but you know I'll always love you." Jungwon said holding your hand in his as he wiped your tears with his other hand.

He sure was convincing you thought, he knew which exact poisonous words to use just to have you running back to him.

It was nothing but broken promises and the same story.

He would mess up, you would call him out, you both would get into an argument and he wakes up the next morning begging for forgiveness but never owning up to what he did.

You couldn't let yourself keep suffering like this anymore.

Nothing made sense, you thought he was the perfect guy you fell in love with in the beginning but now you don't know who Jungwon became, better yet maybe this was a side of him he hid from the very beginning like everyone warned you about, but you were slowly losing yourself through the dysfunctionality of your toxic relationship with him.

The fantasy world he'd created for you was crumbling down and you started to see him for who he really was.

You started to see how distorted everything he'd say was only after you finally chose to see the truth.

You thought it was a bright and magical island but this fantasy had it's faults, from the green skies to the red grass... how didn't you see this all before.

"God I'm so stupid." you say thinking back to your past relationship.

You tried making him happy, that was your main goal your entire relationship, to see Jungwon smile and be the reason behind it.

It made you blame yourself thinking you couldn't even keep your own boyfriend happy.

He trapped you.

It all felt like endless drowning and you didn't know when you'd hit the bottom.

Jungwon made sure he had you wrapped around his finger just so he could use you as he pleased and wiggle his way back into your life by painting a false picture of someone he never was... and you fell for it each time.

You both had so many problems in your relationship, very clearly your problems were unsolvable and you just kept trying to make something out of nothing.

Who was to blame but yourself.

You put yourself in this position, you could've stopped it all from the beginning when you realised how all Jungwon did was mistreat you but you didn't.

Because you 'loved him' ?

He couldn't even give you just that much back so why did you put yourself through so much heartache.

"This whole love thing is fucked up." you say looking at your best friend who nods beside you.

Love was never logical but you had to learn it the hard way.

SERIES TAGLIST: @enhastolemyheart @jungwonscafe @firstclassjaylee

[tea-the-not-understanding]

Last Fight

Icing just slowly stepping forward, ripping his own arm out and using his form manipulation to grow a large arm with scythe in the end. He charge right at Thanatos and swing, slicing Thanatos chest in half.

Unluckily for Icing, it seem to do no damage since Thanatos chest rip in half, blood splashes everywhere as bone cracking, and yet they healed back up and send thousand spikes right at Icing from the ground.

Icing manage to dodge it, jumping back but even a moment, Icing couldn't spare a second to stand still or prepared since every shadow and darkness comes skeletal hands, corpses and organs striking out, trying to catch and rip pieces of Icing body off. Icing is at a huge disadvantage.. No matter how much he dodges, there doesn't seem to be a safe spot to stand.

Thanatos fully turn the whole planet, whole country and everywhere into eternal darkness and blackness. No lights can penetrate or get through the darkness.

The fight lasted for a few hours.. Then it slowly turn into day.

Icing is completely covered in blood and looking exhausted.. Not his blood, he don't bleed but mostly all blood from Thanatos.

Thanatos just there... Still unspoken and smiling very eerie and wide. Many eyes are all looking at him, and it red. Filled with bloodlust and joy. Seem like Thanatos find it very amusing and very happy to have a challenging opponent it can toy with now.

Icing just huffing, taking the second to breaths.. He just look at the blood on his arm and small smile, looking at Thanatos and licking the blood off of it.

"mh.. Taste like.. Iron. Very different taste than cookies bloods... Oh... heheheh.."

Icing just grin widely and giggling madly.

"Oh ho ho ho... And here I thought I got no chance but.. You got a weakness after all.. You're the exact opposite of me.."

Thanatos, now losing their wide smile and frowning as more red eyes appears around their body, realizing something now.. Icing tasting the blood, THANATOS OWN BLOOD. And it somehow.. able to have Icing know something about Thanatos...

"Oh how stupid of you... Putting allllll the power in offense and left none for defense. Look who suddenly become prey now. hehehe... haha- AHAHAHAHAH-"

"YOU FOOL!! YOU ARE NOW FRAGILE TO MY EYES AND THIS IS THE END FOR YOU KYAHHAHAHAHAHA-"

Thanatos waste no time and this time, instead of icing charging at him. He charged and strike a large spike through icing chest. Icing just giggling and grinning at Thanatos.

"Let have a battle. In a way that you are sure to lose." Icing body slowly began to melts and seem to be fusing with Thanatos fluids. Now Thanatos in full blown panic, began cutting pieces of itself but no matter how much it cutting and removing their body parts, Icing manage to take over and began taking control.

Now, in one mass, only Thanatos scream in agony, feeling their body and soul tearing apart as Icing trying to fights and taking over. Slowly fusing and taking over.

....

.........

The screams continues. It hurt, it painful, agony.. Literally unbearable but what choice does he has? Someone need to get rid of Thanatos. And if removing them won't work, stealing and become one with each others and taking fully control is the only option that Icing could do.

Covering up the ugly and evil and leaving nothing but Icing on surface. Making thing pretty. That IS what he were made and is very great at. And for once, Icing is glad to have that kind of power for once.

"... hehehe.. This... Inner urge to kill and murder. Urge to take control the whole universe. Sheesh, such a bratty baby."

"Now.. I got a deal with a specific star to reset everything in this empty darkness of a universe back to normal. I miss Lindsey!"

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[rand0mfangurlstuff]

I'll Look After You - Part 4 - Bucky x Y/N

I just had to write more of this! It's always going on in my head I had to type it out. Thanks so much for all the likes on the previous parts. This is my first time writing so I'm nowhere near as good as most writers on here. Anyways, here we get the moment I'm sure you've been waiting for.

Bucky knew, with absolute certainty, that he was dead. When people spoke of Heaven they mentioned warmth, relaxation, peace. They talked about soft clouds and a feeling of bliss. If that was all true, then Bucky was certainly in Heaven. In which case; John 'Bucky' Egan, for all intents and purposes, was dead.

The last thing he remembered before his death was the sweet sound of Y/N's voice and the taste of vanilla frosting on his tongue. What had happened after that? Did the gods finally say 'It's time John.' and call him home? What would they tell his Ma? What about Buck? He couldnt think too much on that right now, he was basking in pure and utter bliss. There he lay, in his small bed in the infirmary, with Y/N's head on his chest as she slept. Yes, this is Heaven. He thought. With the slightest turn of his head he could smell her hair. Just like the fowers in Ma's garden. He did his best not to move, not to even breathe too much, incase he would disturb her and burst his perfect bubble. He wasn't a fool. He knew Y/N certainly did not intend for this to happen. Tiredness clearly overtook her before she had the chance to move to her quarters or somewhere else more appropriate to sleep. But here she was in his arms, head on his chest. If someone came in here right now and shot him in the head; he would die happy.

When she started to wake, the first thought in her mind was that whatever hard surface she was lying on, it was not her pillow. No, this hard, chisled, impossibly warm surface was not her pillow at all. Confusion filled her brain until she slowly opened her eyes, looked up and were met with two blue eyes staring back at her. 'Oh my God!' She lept from the bed suddenly, the harsh movement hurting Bucky's ribs. 'Easy doll, its just me.' 'What am I doing here? What time is it? Oh my god I'm still in last nights clothes!' She was panicked. She was to start her shift in an hour, and she hadnt even made it to bed! What would her roommates think? What would the other nurses say? If anyone saw her in John Egans cubicle wearing last nights clothes... she may as well find the nearest river and jump. 'Relax, you just fell asleep thats all. I think it was a rather lovely way to end our date.' She spun on her heel. 'It was not a date! I was just wanting to help you sleep.' She put on her shoes as fast as she could. 'Well it worked, I slept like a baby.' He was teasing her, wanting her to tease him back. Wanting that beautiful smile of hers to appear and take the worry from her face. 'I never should have slept here. I have work in an hour!' Bucky couldnt help the teasing smile on his face. 'Well good thing you work here.' 'I'm in last nights clothes! I cant be in work in last nights clothes!' 'I don't mind what clothes you wear darling. You look lovely regardless.' That drew a small smile from her. Success. 'I have other patients other than you you know.' 'But I'm your favourite.' He smirked. He liked this. He liked teasing and flirting and having fun. 'I wouldn't go taking any bets on that Major.' she teased him back. 'Well why else would you leave a dance to come see me?' It was then she remembered that she had never told him she was going to the dance. 'How did you know I was at the dance?' His cheeks went red. He panicked. 'You told me yesterday.' 'No I didnt, I was going to, but then you were being cranky. How'd you know?' 'Well I, I may have overheard you speaking with Croz..'

It was like a lightbulb turned on in her brain. He heard her and Harry speaking. He heard Harry ask her to the dance. That's why he knew she was going. He knew she was going with Harry. A second, brighter lightbulb. Thats why he was in such a bad mood yesterday. She tried, really and truely tried, but the laughter was too much for her small body to contain. She burst into a fit of giggles. She tried to speak in between fits of laughter. 'You,... oh my god, you were.... you....jealous!'

The red in Bucky's cheeks spread to every other part of his body. She knew. She knew his bad mood wasnt due to physical therapy, it was because he knew she was going to the dance with Crosby. Bucky almost wished someone would shoot him in the head. How could he live with this? She knew he was jealous, meaning she knew of his feelings for her, and she was laughing at him. Bucky should have known she wouldnt never see herself with him. The thought of him thinking he had even the slightest chance had her struggling to breath through fits of laughter. Still giggling like a schoolgirl, she said to him, 'Harry is a lovely guy...' Yes, he was aware how lovely Croz was. 'But I don't see him in that way.' What? Hope flickered in his chest. 'Oh, then why did-' 'Because he's a nice guy. And I didn't have anyone else to go to the dance with. Nobody has ever even asked me to a dance before.' She tucked her head as to avoid eye-contact. Embarrased by the confession. Bucky was certain she was lying. 'That's impossible. You're stunning. Anyone would be glad to take you anywhere.' Her smile was so wide it almost split her cheeks. 'Well, Harry is the first person to ever actually ask. So I said yes. It was a bad idea though, I was a terrible date for him.' 'I doubt that.' 'Well, it's not much fun being on a date with someone who is thinking of someone else the whole time is it?' Bucky felt his heart race, he didnt want to be too optimistic; but he couldn't help the fluttering butterflies in his stomach. 'And who might that be?' She smiled, and slowly made her way back to his bed. She sat on the edge of his bed.

She knew it was unprofessional, but she passed unprofessional three nights ago when she first slept in that chair by his bedside. She was nervous. Her hands were shaking and she could hear her heart racing. As she sat next to him on the edge of the bed, she felt a magnetic force pull him towards her. She was crossing a lot of boundries, and there was still and chance he would reject her, but she had to do this. She had to do it because she could barely breathe and words were failing her. She leaned closer to him, looking at his perfect ocean blue eyes and his soft lips. Leaning closer and closer, but at a pace slow enough that he could reject her if he wanted to.

This had to be a hallucination. She was moving towards him in a way that could only mean one thing, she was going to kiss him. He couldnt speak, couldnt move, couldnt breathe. He just sat there as her lips found his. It was soft, gentle, like she was afraid of hurting him. Her soft lips like a whisper against his own. He was intoxicated by her. She overcame every one of his senses. Her touch, her smell, her taste. It was all he could think about. He finally was able to snap out of complete shock and kiss her back. Moving his hand to her soft cheek, Bucky deepened the kiss. Still soft, still slow, still absolutely amazing. After god knows how long, they came up for air. Foreheads touching, they smiled at each other lovingly. 'There's only one man I want dancing with me.'