#even thought his isn't exactly how it happened but shh

[angeart]

@mochiwrites HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! <3

[ophelia-writes-fics]

the thrill of the rush [martin whitly x reader - 18+]

You had always known that Martin wanted kids, but you hadn’t realized quite how badly until you’d agreed to start trying for one.

Tags (please read!): fem!reader, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, lots and lots of praise, like so much praise, pet names, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (fem receiving), daddy kink, begging, mild degradation, rough-ish sex, a bit of biting, aftercare, weirdly soft and tender considering martin is a serial killer but honestly this could be read as an AU where he isn't

Word count: ~1.9k

CWs/TWs:

reader and martin are trying for a baby, but there's no in-depth discussion of pregnancy, and reader isn't pregnant (yet)

full disclosure, i'm only on episode 5 of prodigal son (but i've seen a ton of clips and edits) so if martin's a bit out of character i apologize. i tried to capture his softer, family-oriented side a little bit - i like it when he's scary, but sometimes a bitch just wants to be lavished with love, yk? <3

i'll write some really kinky shit with him later, i've got some fun requests, but for now, enjoy! (oh, and 10th doctor smut will be posted tomorrow, so stay tuned!)

You had always known that Martin wanted kids, but you hadn’t realized quite how badly until you’d agreed to start trying for one. 

However, now that he had you pinned underneath him, practically bent in half, and was pounding into you with reckless abandon, you were starting to realize what exactly you were in for. 

“Oh, f-fuck, please, Martin, s-slow down…” you begged, your hands scrambling for purchase on his forearms as your eyes rolled back from pleasure. 

“Shh, darling, you can take it. You’re my good girl, aren’t you? Just lie there and let me take care of you,” he murmured before gently kissing your forehead and doubling down on his already brutal pace. 

“Mnn…c-can’t take it…too much…” You shut your eyes tightly, thoroughly overwhelmed with pleasure. 

He’d already made you cum twice by going down on you, then twice more while fucking you like this, and despite how overstimulated and sensitive your entire body felt, you were rapidly approaching another orgasm. 

“You can and you will, sweet girl. I’m going to make sure you get just as much enjoyment out of this as I do, and if that means I end up making you cum a dozen more times tonight, then that’s how it’s going to go. You’re going to take it.” He pressed a series of desperate, open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin on your neck. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this. Do you know what you do to me? What your body does to me?” 

A particularly hard thrust made you cry out, and from the look in Martin’s eyes, you could tell that was exactly the reaction he was hoping for. His grip on your thighs tightened as he bent you further back, pinning you so that your knees nearly touched your shoulders, fucking you deeper than you’d thought possible. He leaned in close to whisper to you as he pounded you mercilessly, his hand moving between the two of you to rub against your hypersensitive clit. 

“I’ve been waiting on this for ages, darling. I’ve been waiting -- fuck, you feel amazing -- waiting so long to have you like this, all mine for the taking, at long last.” 

Martin groaned, closing his eyes as your cunt tightened around him. You opened your mouth to try and tell him you were getting close, that you needed him, that it was too much and not enough and you needed it so badly, but before you could speak, he pulled you close and kissed you passionately, a stark contrast to the absolutely brutal fucking he was giving you. 

He pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours. “I know, sweetheart, I know, you’re so close, I feel it,” he purred, interrupting himself every so often to kiss you again. “I can feel how badly you want it. It’s all right, darling, let it happen. I’ve got you. I’m not going to stop for anything, I promise. Cum for me, baby, I know you can do it.” 

You could barely even process the words coming out of his mouth, but still, your body obeyed his orders, almost instinctively. You couldn’t have held back if you wanted to, your desperate moan becoming a scream as your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, leaving you trembling and whimpering for Martin to please, please slow down, it’s too much, even though you both knew full well that you could take it. He fucked you straight through it, only barely slowing down as you came, then picking up the pace again, thrusting into you with deep, hard strokes. 

“Such a good little girl,” he praised, giving you that look you knew so well as he smiled at you; that thrilling, dangerous look in his eye that made you feel like a cornered prey animal, completely helpless and at his mercy, and you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. His hand wandered to your neck and wrapped around it - not nearly hard enough to restrict your breathing, but enough so you felt the weight of it, so that you knew you were his and only his. 

You practically melted beneath him at the feeling, letting yourself float away in the waves and waves of pleasure that never stopped. You lavished in his praise, in the feeling of his hands all over you, in the light graze of his beard against your face, your neck, your chest as he kissed you over and over again. 

“Martin, please, I’m ready…”

He pulled back, fixing you with a look that betrayed his own desperation. “Ready for what, sweetheart? Use your words, I won’t know what you want if you don’t tell me.” 

“I -- ngh! -- I want you to cum, please, I wanna feel it, I want…” you trailed off with a gasp as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you. 

“What do you want?” 

You moaned, barely able to string a coherent thought together, feeling yourself getting more and more lost in your fog of pleasure. 

Martin grabbed your chin firmly, turning your face to him. “I said, what do you want, hmm?” His gravelly voice was like music in your ears. “Say it, sweetheart. Tell Daddy what you need.” 

You stared up at him through blurry eyes, trying to focus on him in your fucked-out state. “I want…I want you to fill me up. I want to have a baby with you, Martin. I - I need it, please, I’m ready, I want - oh, fuck, oh my god, yes, right there…fuck, I - I want to have your child, please, I need it, Martin…”

That did it. Without even pulling out, he turned you over and quickly positioned you so that you were on all fours, pressing your face into the mattress with a deep moan that was almost a growl. He grabbed your hips hard, using them as leverage to fuck into you even harder, with shallow thrusts that hit the most sensitive places inside you, never pulling even halfway out. 

“Oh, yes, that’s it, my filthy fucking girl. You want Daddy to breed you?” 

He knew the answer, he’d known it since the beginning, that was what had started this past hour of overwhelming pleasure for you, but you knew that he wanted to hear you say it. He wanted you to beg. 

“Yes, yes, fuck, yes! Please, please, I need it, please…” 

“Ah, there’s my good girl. You’re so sweet, aren’t you? Begging like a whore for me to fill you up. There you go, let me hear you moan for it, let me hear how desperate you are for me to put a baby in you, come on…Mmm, such a good girl, lying there and taking it like the slut you are.” 

You could tell from his tone of voice and the way his pace was starting to grow erratic that he was getting close, and you knew that you weren’t far behind him. You absolutely loved it when he got like this, dominant and possessive and half-mad with lust. You could barely hold yourself upright with how badly your body was shaking. 

You felt his grip tighten on your hips, fingers pressing so hard into your soft skin that you were sure you’d have bruises tomorrow, and you whined desperately, the sound growing muffled as Martin shoved your face back into the mattress, his hand tangling in your hair and pulling slightly in a way that sent shivers down your spine. 

“God, you have no idea how hard it’s been for me to hold back, I’ve wanted to do this for so long…can’t stop -- oh, shit, darling, just like that -- god, I can’t stop fucking thinking about how pretty you’ll look carrying my child, how needy you’ll be for me for those nine long months,” he panted, voice shaking ever so slightly. You knew he meant every single word. 

“I’m going to take such good care of you, my perfect girl. You hear me? Daddy’s going to take such good care of you.”

He wrapped an arm around you, toying with your clit in a way that he knew would drive you over the edge at any moment.

“I’m going to take care of you just like I’m doing now. I’m going to make you feel so good that you’ll never want to leave this bed. You won’t have to. Just - oh, god - just say the word and I’ll be at your beck and call. But right now, what I need you to do is cum for me, because--” 

His words broke off with a deep, feral moan before he collected himself enough to speak. “Because, my beautiful darling, I am getting so fucking close to cumming inside you, and I need to feel your needy little pussy take every drop I’m going to give it, do you understand me? I’m going to count down, and when I tell you to, you’re going to give me everything you’ve got, yeah?” 

You moaned and nodded, feeling thoroughly drunk and light-headed with pleasure. 

“Three…” 

You felt yourself tighten around him as his fingers sped up against your clit. 

“Two…” 

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer, so close, so fucking close…

“One…”

It was so much, it was all too much, you couldn’t hold back for even a moment more…

“Fuck, yes, there you go, cum for me, angel, cum for me!” 

You cried out as your final orgasm of the night washed over you like a tidal wave, your throat feeling sore and raw, your body feeling electrified all over as shocks of pleasure coursed through every inch of you, inside and out. Martin had done the same as he came deep inside you, his voice rough as he moaned for you, panting hard, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he filled your cunt with his seed. 

After what felt like an eternity, you collapsed onto the bedsheets as you came down from your high, unable to hold yourself up any longer. Martin laid down beside you, pulling you into his arms, holding you close as he wrapped you both in a blanket. 

He pressed a kiss to your neck before resting his face against your shoulder, sighing contentedly. His arm was wrapped around you, his warm hand resting protectively against your lower stomach, right where you could still feel his cum inside you. 

“You’re incredible,” Martin sighed, his soft exhale tickling the shell of your ear. “You did so well for me, sweetheart, you were wonderful.”

“Yeah?” You gave him a sleepy smile as you settled yourself into his embrace, floating in the afterglow. 

“Mm-hmm,” he replied, and you felt him smile against the curve of your shoulder. “I can hardly wait until you start showing, I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.” He pulled you closer, playfully biting your neck as you giggled, then tilted his head upward to gently kiss your lips with a loving smile. 

“Let’s get some sleep now, sweet girl. I know you’re tired, and you’re gonna need plenty of rest soon, hmm?” 

You nodded, yawning and pulling the blanket tighter around the both of you before settling back into Martin’s warm embrace. 

He hummed quietly, contentedly, and you felt the sound vibrate in his chest. 

“Sleep well, my beautiful girl. I love you with all my heart.”

A/N: thank you so much for reading! if you have any other ideas, my requests are open, so ask away! and again, i've got another fic coming tomorrow, so be sure to check it out if you're interested. feel free to like, comment, rb, share, whatever you like :) love you all!

[kirain]

Tav: Oh my gods ... it's happening. It's happening! Everyone, come quick!

Astarion: What the hells are you shouting about? It's barely four o'clock in the bloody morning. I know you don't get it, but I prefer to rise when the sun does.

Tav: It's the egg! It's hatching!

Shadowheart: The one you got from the githyanki crèche? You mean you still have it?

Tav: Of course! You didn't really think I'd give it to that crazy baby-snatcher, did you?

Gale: Shh, shh! Everyone, calm yourselves and be silent. I may not look it, but I know quite a bit about child-rearing. I read many books on the subject when I was Mystra's Chosen, and as I understand it, newborns require low, serene noises when they're brought into the world. Anything too stentorian could overwhelm the poor babe.

Lae'zel: That is perhaps the case for you pitiful, soft, fragile humans, but githyanki offspring are born with an innate sense of—

Tav: Quiet! It's hatching!

Narrator: The egg stirs and shakes, then cracks as the inhabitant kicks at its confines. After a few moments of struggle, the shell breaks, pieces of green and yellow debris sliding off the newborn's slender frame. Free at last, it looks up at you, is eyes narrow but full of wonder, then mews like a kitten looking for its mother.

Karlach: Ohhh-ho-ho-ho-hooo my gods! It's so cute! Look at its little feet and droopy ears! And look that that: born with a full set of tiny chompers! I want to squeeze it and never let go!

Lae'zel: Githyanki offspring are not "cute"...

Astarion: That's for damn sure. It looked like a jaundiced monkey.

Wyll: Heheh. Well, it's certainly something. It's ... well, I'm not actually sure. What is it, exactly?

Lae'zel: A soldier.

Wyll: I meant the sex.

Lae'zel: Oh. A boy.

Wyll: Welcome to the world, little man! We're going to have so much fun. I'll teach you how to use a blade and defend the innocent and—!

Shadowheart: Hold that thought, why don't you? You're getting way ahead of yourself. This is a tremendous responsibility. What do we even do? Lae'zel?

Lae'zel: What? Why are you looking at me?

Shadowheart: Because out of everyone here, I would assume a githyanki knows best how to raise a githyanki child.

Lae'zel: I know nothing of raising hatchlings. It's not my place.

Shadowheart: Lady Shar protect us ... and this child.

Tav: Don't be so defeatist. We'll be fine!

Gale: Absolutely. How hard can it be? An infant is an infant. He's probably hungry, so let's tackle that problem first. Come here, little one!

Lae'zel: I wouldn't—

Narrator: Gale reaches down and scoops the young hatchling into his arms. At first the creature seems confused, pensive even. Then, its pupils shrink, its teeth clenching. It growls like a caged animal and claws at the wizard's face. Luckily for him, it misses, but the battle is far from over. In a rage, the creature twists its body, then sinks its teeth into Gale's hand, latching onto it in a fit of fury.

Gale: Ow, ow, ow! Aaaugh!

Lae'zel: Typical.

Narrator: Gale attempts to shake the vicious newborn off, waving his arm up and down like a madman, but to no avail. The creature holds steadfast, almost mockingly.

Gale: A hand would be very much appreciated!

Karlach: Ask the babe. He already has an extra one.

Everyone: *Laughs*

Astarion: Well ... I wasn't too keen on the idea at first, but perhaps keeping the creepy little morsel around isn't such a bad idea after all.

[riconas]

Can I maybe prompt a glimpse of Aeon finally realizing he is loved? I am intrigued 👀 (and I thirst for hurt/comfort)

It happens gradually.

When Dew offers to rub his shoulders after his first ritual, because he knows exactly how heavy those Fantomens are, and he doesn't like the thought of Aeon waking up stiff for the next six weeks. Aeon goes a deep shade of maroon, and insists he's fine, but deep down, he's grateful. Dew's hands are warm and strong and far nicer than the stinging hot massage oil Aeon tries to apply by himself. His shoulders are quite sore, after all.

When Cirrus lets him sleep on her lap in the bus, because he's too exhausted to stay awake until their next rest stop. She gets down at the next convenience store and goes out of her way to buy him his favourite snacks, not wanting to disturb him by waking him up. Aeon stumbles over his words when he tries to thank her. (He still thinks Cirrus is too cool for him.) Cirrus just laughs and feeds him cola Haribo gummies for the rest of the ride.

When Rain comes barging into his room with an armful of spare duvets and throw blankets, because the first flecks of snow have begun to fall, and he doesn't want Aeon freezing into a solid when the cold starts to get inside. He makes Aeon sit in front of the fireplace after dinner every night, and plays with his horns while he snoozes on the rug. Aeon wakes up with tiny braids strewn throughout his hair, and a blanket thrown over him, and a pillow tucked underneath his head. Rain is still there.

When Cumulus leaves a little crochet bat plushie on his bed back at the abbey, and Aeon spends the whole day teary and emotional with his bat held to his chest. He can't thank her enough - he holds it until he's sure it's infused with all the quintessence seeping out of him. Cumulus lets him pick the colours for the matching bat she plans to make for Aurora, because Aeon knows Aurora best, and Cumulus wants to get it right. (One week later, Dew comes down with the flu, and Aeon lets him have the bat for a night. He's all better the next day.)

When Swiss finds him crying in his bunk after a particularly bad run, and climbs in without asking, lifting the blanket to tuck himself into the tiny space. He plasters himself to Aeon's back without saying a word, and he doesn't tell Aeon to shh when Aeon starts crying harder. He holds Aeon all night, and he's still there when Aeon wakes up puffy-eyed in the morning. Swiss smells a little like Aether, because of the quintessence he carries. That helps a lot.

When Mountain finds him in the kitchen one morning, burning a pancake to a crisp, and offers to teach him how not to set the smoke alarm off. Aeon, sheepish and more than a little embarrassed, accepts the help. He spends the next half hour with Mountain pressed to his back, chin propped on his shoulder as he explains what all the herbs on the windowsill are for. Whenever Aeon does something right, Mountain gives him a peck between the horns.

When Copia tells Aeon he's done a wonderful job, even though he missed three different cues in one show, and gives him a sweet little rub on the head. In his excitement, Aeon accidentally flicks Copia with his tail. Copia tells him it is very cute, and he will ask the Ministry if the ghouls can keep their tails unglamoured, for their comfort.

When Aurora misses their post-show hug one time, and spends the next three days stuck to his side like a limpet, to "make up for it." She personally evicts Rain from Aeon's hotel room so she can sleep with him instead, and though Aeon wakes up with a mouth full of blonde hair, he still finds a way to kiss her on the forehead. (He quite prefers rooming with Aurora, actually. She doesn't hog the blanket.) And if their hugs are a few seconds longer after that—well, Aeon isn't one to say.

But y'know. Gradually.

[fetishfairytales2]

Happy Birthday Sissy! Pt. 3 (Story)

Heather and Brandon are original characters created by @wittlesissyb4by in his fantastic series “Besties”, which this blog expands on. Please support him through his Tumblr and his SubscribeStar. ——————————————

I had finished most of Brandi’s makeup while she was cuffed to the chair in front of the vanity. “Just a few more touches girly,” I said into the mirror giggling. I pulled the paci gag from Brandi’s quivering lips and slicked on the bold red lipstick on. "This shade is called 'Fuck Me Red', how perfect!" I sneered, After a few hard slaps and some threatening to let Daddy handle her temper tantrum, the fight had drained out of her and she stopped resisting me.  "Oh, and make sure you don't ruin that mascara with your sad little tears, Sissy. Or whatever else will be dripping down your face later!" I teased.

"Oh Brandi, honey. I can see the excitement in your eyes for your special celebration!” I cooed, staring into her eyes; “Everyone is just dying to see the sissy birthday girl! But before we go over the guest list, I have to give you a little heads up." I crawled into her lap, getting cozy and teasingly rubbing my ass against her caged and diapered cock. I pulled her face close to mine, looking stern and deathly serious. "Just remember, sweetie, if you mess up AT ALL today, don’t do exactly what I ask or don’t behave like the perfect little sissy, I promise I'll make your life even more miserable than it already is. And trust me, I have some creative ways to do that…”

I flashed my sweet Mommy smile and spoke in my sing-song voice again. "Now, let's think about all the friends coming to see Sissy Brandi today, shall we?" I raised all ten fingers in front of her and continued, "Mommy and Daddy Conner will be there, of course." I lowered one finger. "And let's not forget about my sister Maddie,” I put down another finger. “Oh, and Kylie, she just loves seeing Sissy Brandi." I dropped yet another finger. "And her handsome boyfriend, Brad, will probably be joining us too." I pinched her cheeks and cooed. "There's also Ms. Lyndsey, and she's bringing her boyfriend Shawn. Remember him?" I booped Brandi's nose as I lowered another finger. "You weren't very nice to him last time when you got drunk and screamed all those mean things at him. But that was old Brandon, not my sweet mincing Brandi."

"Oh, and how could I forget to mention my girlfriends Rachel and Kelsey?" I cooed, taking out my phone and showing Sissy a photo of the three of us on my Instagram. "They'll be joining us for your little party, too! And don't worry, they know all about your new lifestyle. I made sure to invite their boyfriends as well." 

I scrolled through my phone again, finding a shirtless photo of a man with a sculpted body. "Guess who it is?” I laughed; “I promise, you're going to hate this," I giggled with delight. Without waiting for a response, I zoomed out on the photo. "Remember Marcus? The one you were oh so jealous of when he was my personal trainer? Oh, the silly sissy thought I would cheat on him! No I would never...until you were in diapers, of course. Then I fucked Marcuz and every other man I could! So yeah, he’ll be here too!"

“And him of course,” I smiled wickedly, watching Brandi struggle against the cuffs as I held up my phone in front of her face. "Shh, shh,” I teased. “Don't worry, it was twice…in one night. Oh, and then another two nights after that! He's just too hot, isn't he?" I giggled while scrolling through naked photos of my coworker Grant and I in the same bed I used to share with my cuckold. I reminded her of how jealous she was when she met him at my job’s Christmas party, saying, "I told you not to worry about him then. Nothing would have happened! But no, you just had to go and cheat on me with that slut Sophie..."

I paused, giving a flirty wink and revealing a screenshot I took from someone else's Instagram. "This is her, right?" I teased, showing a picture of the attractive young blonde who worked as Brandi's intern and her colleague, Chloe. The sissy was practically knocked over with shock. "Oooh! Surprised that I found her? I did some digging sweetie. Of course I found the woman you thought was worth throwing our whole relationship away for! And want to know something even more fun? She's coming too! And so is Chloe! But shhh, they think it's just a regular old birthday party. Oh, the fun surprise they're in for! I bet work is going to be interesting on Monday, huh?”

"Oh and sweets? That's not all of the invites for today," I whispered into her ear, removing her handcuffs and helping her up from the chair. "But don't worry, that's a surprise for later!" I grabbed her hand and spun her toward the door, causing her comically short skirt to puff out even more. "Now let's go say hello to our guests," I giggled, giving her a playful spank.

[ohbo-ohno]

when serial killers ghoap catch you and your friends camping in the woods, they tell you that they're going to have a little contest- the four of you will be set loose to try to run, and whoever evades them longest gets to live. (you try not to dwell too much on how confident they seem that all of you will eventually be caught) when the larger man in the mask says 'go' you run as hard as you can, all of your splitting off into different directions as you hear the cackling laughter of the man with the mohawk bounce off the trees. in less than five minutes you hear the worst screams in your life, and you know exactly who they belongs to. you keep running, muscles screaming and sweat pouring off of you, until you come across a giant hole in the ground. you carefully step to the edge and peer in- a punji stick pit with your best friend since 5th grade impaled at the bottom, lifeless eyes wide with shock. they've set traps in these woods, and as soon as the thought crosses your mind you hear another scream, further away, but instead of incoherent noise you can make out the words fucking bear traps look out they've got fucking bear traps before it's suddenly cut off. the silence is sickening. you carefully shuffle around the edge of the pit, eyes straining in the twilight dim for disturbances in the leaves the carpet the ground, trying to keep your wits about you. it's no good, out of nowhere you feel large, strong hands wrap themselves around your mouth and throat, cutting off the scream that tries to escape your body.

shhhh shhh shh, you win lass, good job bonnie, this way now, the voice in your ear insists as you're led back in the direction you were desperately trying to escape. he leads you back to a cabin, not uncovering your mouth until he shoves you to the ground in the little basement.

i thought the winner got to live, you say as you blink up at him.

oh, aye. never said where, though, did we? he laughs as the hulking frame of the skull mask man appears at the top of the basement steps, casually unzipping his fly as he stalks towards you.

the serial killer au ive got partly written is more of a most dangerous game au, but THIS one is soooo good too. anon you should write this and tag me in it so i can read it lol

"shhhh shhh shh, you win lass, good job bonnie, this way now, the voice in your ear insists as you're led back in the direction you were desperately trying to escape. he leads you back to a cabin, not uncovering your mouth until he shoves you to the ground in the little basement. i thought the winner got to live, you say as you blink up at him. oh, aye. never said where, though, did we? he laughs as the hulking frame of the skull mask man appears at the top of the basement steps, casually unzipping his fly as he stalks towards you." oh i am. i am having a moment. wow. this has done things to me that i don't know how to contend with

you've got this sick sense of relief that you're the final girl - you hate that everyone else died painful screaming deaths but... you didn't. only to immediately be confronted with the fact that "not dying" doesn't mean they're letting you go. they're still going to do horrible fucked up things to you.

johnny stroking his cock real slowly when simon ambles down the stairs, tells him look at our pretty little winner, si. gonna be a fun one this time. and all you can do is just stare up at them with glassy, terrified eyes. makes them even harder.

hnggg them praising you and offering like them fucking you is a reward. you worked so hard, did such a good job running and hiding, now you'll take your reward like a good girl. this is what you were competing for, isn't it? c'mon, stop whining like that, you know it's gonna happen no matter how much you fight.

[starlightiing]

"Can you feel my heart beating?" pierresteban

Send me a pairing and a prompt <3

You get a snippet from the Jurassic World AU, because I felt like finally doing something in that silly little universe. A soft Pierresteban below the cut, featuring the Indominous Rex as a guest character.

The situation they've found themselves in leaves a lot to be desired. Pierre is soaking wet (to be fair, so is Esteban, but he isn't exactly in the mood to care about him right now), and pressed so tightly against the wall that his back is starting to ache.

The situation they've found themselves in leaves a lot to be desired. Pierre is soaking wet (to be fair, so is Esteban, but he isn't exactly in the mood to care about him right now), and pressed so tightly against the wall that his back is starting to ache.

Both of them are breathing hard, too hard, and Pierre can distinctly hear the sound of booming footsteps advancing towards them over the roar of the waterfall they're hiding behind. His back is uncomfortably pressed against a wall of rock, and his chest is even more uncomfortably jammed against Esteban's within the tight space they have to keep from falling a good sixty or so feet down into the chasm below.

Pierre can feel how hard Esteban's chest is heaving with his heavy breaths, and it does nothing to settle the panic buzzing within his own veins. The footsteps are loud and threatening, booming around right near the mouth of the waterfall they disappeared behind only moments prior.

When the footsteps stop, however, is when Pierre's blood really begins to run cold.

"Where is she?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. His entire body is trembling with fear as he listens for any sounds of the indominous rex - anything that could give him a clue as to where exactly she might be.

He feels Esteban's hands move slowly, and they come to rest on the back of his head. With a little force, Esteban moves Pierre's head from facing the waterfall, away to the opposite side of the wall. "What - what are you doing?"

"Shh." Esteban hisses, holding Pierre ever closer against him. Pierre swallows thickly and tries to understand what's happening - but Esteban moved his gaze away for a reason and, well, Pierre is just going to have to trust in that decision. Surely there's good reason.

"Esteban, I -"

"Can you feel my heart beating?" Esteban says suddenly, cutting off Pierre's entire train of thought. His brain blanks for a moment, utterly confused by the question, but he furrows his brows and takes a second to think about his answer. Sure enough, not only can he feel Esteban's heart pounding against his own chest, but if he really focuses on it, he can hear it beating over the sound of the roaring waterfall as well.

He nods his head. "Yes."

"Good, focus on that for a little bit." Esteban replies, his voice calm and steady in stark contract to the frantic rhythm his heart plays in his chest. But Pierre does as he is told - Esteban is the professional with the dinosaurs in his situation, whatever he's planning is the only hope either of them have at getting out of this alive.

So Pierre closes his eyes and he listens. All the while oblivious to the snout of the indominous rex being mere inches away from them both, and oblivious to the way Esteban's body shakes perhaps even more viciously than his own. He remains still as a board, counting the rapid beats of Esteban's heart as he hears them, and doesn't open his eyes again until the mercilessly quick rhythm slows down to something calmer and more normal.

"Is she gone?" he asks, almost afraid to know the answer.

He hears Esteban sigh, the taunt muscles in his body relaxing with the motion. Hope blossoms in Pierre's chest as Esteban's words finally come in a gentle whisper, "Yes, Pierre, she is gone now. It's safe."

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Helpless part 38, devil's roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

Nico turned for the hundredth time, he checked the clock, 01:53am. He still hadn't been able to get to sleep, he stared out the window until he noticed a figure standing outside the infirmary. The doors weren't locked, he wasn't sure why but he walked outside trying to see who would be standing outside side the infirmary, by the look of it smoking at almost two in the morning. As he edged closer, still remaining perfectly silent he realised it was Will, he crept up behind him, not believing his eyes. As he got closer he realised he was crying, he sank to the floor as he brought the cigarette back to his lips, breathing the smoke in and out.

"Will, are you okay?" He said sitting down next to him,

"Neeks? What are you doing out here?"

"Couldn't sleep, saw someone outside. Will what happened?" Nico said, grasping his hand,

"Lost a patient today, she was barely seven. Isla Brown, I thought she was doing better, she said she was feeling fine, everything seemed normal, we were doing hourly check ups, she was fine at seven, then we walked in at eight and she had no pulse, she never said anything about being in pain, and we tried to bring her back but it- it didn't work. We never even found out her godly parent, I think she was an Athena kid though, she was crazy smart especially for her age."

"I'm so sorry."

"I should have been able to save her."

"You can't prevent every death, it's part of how the world work."

"But she was so young."

"I know, the world in cruel that way."

"It's my fault, I should have noticed I-"

"Noticed what? Something you still can't figure out?"

"I should have run extra tests I-"

"William. It isn't your fault, there was nothing you could do. She's happy, she's in Elysium, I can sense it, and she doesn't blame you."

"But-"

"Shh, you said you could glow in the dark, can you show me?" A faint light started to appears from around him, growing brighter quickly.

"I can go brighter but I don't want to get anyones attention."

"That's so cool, why don't you show it off more?"

"I have the most boring powers, what's glowing in comparison to having perfect aim with a bow."

"Anyone with enough practice can learn to shoot a bow and arrow, don't think anyone can just try and suddenly glow in the dark." Will half smiled

"I guess." Nico glanced down, the light had revealed a scar on his forearm, he didn't want to panic but as he slowly turning his arm around more and more scars and cuts revealed themselves, most didn't look that old and they all looked very much self inflicted. How the Hades had he not noticed before? He thought back to every time he'd seen Will, he was always wearing a hoodie or some other sort of long sleeves. Fuck, he started to panic but managed to keep his expression calm, he knew he needed to say something but what the fuck was he going to say?

"I guess you think I'm a hypocrite now?"

"What?"

"Telling you to quit drugs and smoking yet here I am."

"Why haven't you gotten help?" Nico asked, being careful around the subject, he wasn't exactly sure how Will would react and was trying desperately to not make him mad.

"I'm not worth it, even if I was I don't have the time for it."

"Wil-"

"I've never been on a quest and I can't fight to save my life, I'm not worth helping."

"Without you all of camp would be dead."

"Clearly I'm not doing too good of a job, I've lost so many patients, more than Michael ever did."

"Two wars have happened, obviously more people are going to die after a war."

"He would ha-"

"No. No he couldn't, Will sometimes people die no matter what you do. If the fates decide it you can't save them, sometimes people are too close to death and no matter what you do you can't save them." He pulled him closer, pressing his lips to the taller boy's. "Everyone's worth saving Will, you told me that, so apply it to yourself." Nico ran his finger over Will's cuts, "And please, please tell me if you ever want to hurt yourself again. William, you're one of the nicest people I know, you care for people even if you know nothing about them, I've never even seen you get mad at someone, everyone would miss you."

"You haven't seen every part of me, you don't know how many people I've hurt. I hate myself."

"Will, you can't be perfect. Nobody's perfect, everyone has different sides. You're only human."

"But I hurt them, I was trying to hurt them and I did."

"What are you even talking about?" He said, pulling the cigarette out of his boyfriend's hand and taking a breath before getting rid of it, he knew he wasn't meant to but he needed it.

"When I first came out, people started to say stuff, it made me hate myself but I wouldn't fight them. That- that was until one time a group of Demeter kids were beating the living shit out of Kayla for being les so I... I sort of fought them... I broke a few jaws and arms until Annabeth stopped me. I don't regret it but- I shouldn't have hurt them, I'm a fucking healer I'm not meant to fucking hurt people."

"You did the right thing."

"I should have called it down, not made it worse."

"You stood up for your sister, that's nothing to feel bad for."

"I still shouldn't have hurt them."

"I would have killed them, you're did a lot better than I would have."

"I'm a fucking healer, and that wasn't the only time."

"You're a person, you're whole life isn't your power, you are a living, breathing, human being who sometimes does things that aren't perfect. I don't know who told you otherwise, tell me who hurt you, and let me make life hell for them."

"Don't do that, they don't deserve it."

"Look me straight in the face and tell me you wouldn't do the same if someone was in your position."

"I- but- they-"

"Will, you deserve to be happy just as much as everyone else, I don't know why you don't believe that."

"My own blood doesn't want me."

"What would you say if Leo said that?"

"But that's different, he's brave and smart and a genuinely amazing person. He's fought and his life's been hard, he's had to work so hard for everything."

"Apply that to yourself."

"I'm worthless, no one fucking wants me, not just my family."

"I want you. Will I want you and I love you no matter how much you hate yourself I will always love you."

"You'll get tired of me soon enough, they always do."

"I swear I won't, I swear on the river of Styx I will never stop loving you William."

"Why would yo-" His sentence was interrupted by a kiss, Nico wrapped his hands around his neck, Will smelt like smoke and strawberries, he was warm even in the cold night. He wiped a tear from his eyes,

"Just being honest, come on Sunshine." He whispered, pulling him up, they walked with each other inside the infirmary.

"Will, can you stay?"

"Course Neeks." He started to walk towards the chair

"Sleep, you need it." Will wanted to protest but his tiredness got the better of him so he slipped inside the bed next the the raven haired boy, kissing him on the forehead before they both fell asleep.

***

[akariarda]

RETURN OF THE ENEMY (Ninjago fan season between season4 and 5 with Sensei G.)

EPISODS 3-A DREAM

EPISODE 4- REGRETS AND DESIRES

After learning the shocking truth, Nya knows what to do, but it seems that Mystake has another plan. Ninja finally find a possible way to save Kai and Skylor.

"My mother was the Master of Water." Nya repeated in shock.

"Yes, don't faint again!" Mistake said, pressing another handkerchief to her forehead.

"I..." Nya said with a sigh.

"I thought they told you." Mistake explained to her. "Because you are needed."

"I can be needed as Samurai X." Nya protested. She honestly understood little of what Mistake was saying.

"Samurai X cannot control water." Mistake stood up and looked at Nya. "Nor can she do the other things ninjas do. Remember Nya, you are needed."

"What does that mean?" Nya sighed again. "What do you know about what's happening?"

"I know everything, yet I know nothing." Mistake replied. "You are needed, Nya. Ninjago and beyond need a water ninja."

"But I'm not a water ninja," Nya said desperately. "And I don't want to be."

"You're not a ninja. But you will become one. Even if not here and not now." Mistake said, clenching her fists. "We have much to do."

"I have to go help Garmadon and Misako," Nya said, standing up decisively. "And the guys!"

"First, you have to listen to me." Mistake said, gesturing for her to follow.

~~~~~~

"I don't think this is a good idea," Cole repeated as they descended.

"We have no choice," Lloyd sighed.

"We really don't," Sanfungol confirmed. He didn't quite resemble Zane, but it was better than nothing. Certainly better than...

"Lightning! Lightning!" Dareth shouted, mimicking the sounds of thunder.

"Shh." Lloyd put a finger to his lips. "The less you two talk, the less chance there is of getting caught."

"Are you..." Cole began, but the guards interrupted him.

"STOP!" they shouted, quickly surrounding the ninjas.

"Here are my favorite guests!" Chen yelled as the guards carried him to the throne.

"You act like a king, Chen," Cole said glumly. "Where is Kai?"

"And what do you want with him and Skylor?" Lloyd added sternly.

"I want to have fun," Chen replied cheerfully, sinking deeper into the throne. "And why are these two silent?"

"Because they have no need to speak," Cole snapped before Dareth and Sanfungol could say anything.

"What are you trying to do, Chen?" Lloyd asked. "This time, you won't easily steal the elemental powers!"

"I've given up on my grand plans," Chen said unconvincingly. "I just want to have fun."

"How did you come back?" Cole clenched his fists.

"Blah blah blah," Chen rolled his eyes. "Questions are boring. Let the fun begin!"

"We're here for Kai and Skylor!" Cole shouted angrily. "Not for fun."

"But that's the point, earth ninja," Chen said with a slight smile. "Choose one among yourselves. And let him dare to pass through this room here! If he succeeds, you have Kai and Skylor."

"How can we trust you?" Lloyd frowned.

"I don't think you have a choice," Chen shrugged. "Did I mention that if you don't leave this room quickly enough, you will lose your sanity?"

"Who will go?" Cole snapped as all four of them huddled together in a circle.

"I'll go," Lloyd said decisively.

"No way!" Cole countered.

"I am a leader," Lloyd reminded him.

"Exactly." Cole pressed his lips together. "We need you, and I'll handle whatever is in there!"

"I'm going," Lloyd insisted. "I’m the green ninja."

"As you wish," Cole sighed reluctantly. "We’re behind you!"

"I know," Lloyd smiled and looked at Chen. "I'm going!"

~~~~~~

"How is this possible?" Nya asked when they entered a room full of maps.

"What?" Mistake absentmindedly asked as she searched for some things.

"Everything about Chen..." Nya peeked over Mistake's shoulder.

"There are possibilities of a spirit returning from the Cursed Realms." Mistake said.

"But Chen isn't..." Nya began, but Mistake interrupted her.

"But there is a way for both spirit and body to return!" Mistake took a map and showed it to Nya.

"I don't understand anything." Despite that, Nya admired the map.

"Listen. This is the Kingdom of the Six Duchies, or rather, it now has seven duchies, but it doesn’t matter. It is located across the sea."

"Why don't we know much about it if it's very close?" Nya asked curiously.

"We are in the same realm, but they, along with a few other kingdoms, keep to themselves, while we keep to ourselves. We aren’t quite alike, but we’re not that different either."

"Does Chen have anything to do with this?" Nya frowned.

"Yes, as I told you. Exactly two weeks after being exiled, a ritual can be performed that frees the exiled souls." Mistake pointed to a specific spot on the map.

"As you can see, it can only be done in a special place, which is located in the Six Duchies."

"Has anyone ever tried that?" Nya looked at the map in confusion. "And that means..."

"Yes, many have tried, but they failed. It is very difficult to carry out." Mistake said, putting the map away. "Not just anyone can do it.

Someone very powerful and cunning. Someone who needs Chen and his army."

"But who could that be?" Nya felt the pressure rising. The situation was serious.

"Anyone." Mistake exhaled. "And Chen has been free for some time, devising a plan..."

"And someone is with him." Nya finished.

"Probably." Mistake said as she exited the room.

"The Chen doesn't plan the same thing again, right?" Nya said while following Mistake.

"No." Mistake said decisively. "That’s why you need to bring us Skylor. And after that, probably Misako. Actually, for sure."

"But who first?" Nya quietly asked. "We know that Misako and Garmadon are captured."

"It will be difficult to do anything there." Mistake said sadly, looking firmly at Nya.

"But..." Nya protested.

"We need both of them. Garmadon to train you, and Misako for information." Mistake interrupted.

"And they are part of our family." Nya noted.

"Let’s hope for the best." Mistake said, looking sharply into Nya's eyes. "You have to bring us ninjas and Skylor."

"How do you know they are in trouble?" Nya asked worriedly.

"I just know." Mistake cut off Nya's questions and looked away. Nya did not waste another second.

~~~~~

"Green ninja, how cute!" Chen laughed. "Come on in."

Lloyd slowly walked to the room, with Cole, Dareth, and Sanfungol anxiously standing behind him.

As he entered the room, he felt a cold breeze envelop him. Soon, the dark room became bright.

Inside, Lloyd saw images. Images he didn’t remember—pictures from his childhood with his parents.

"Welcome to the room of your greatest regrets and desires," a voice said, and Lloyd turned around to find no one there.

"My greatest regrets and desires..." Lloyd whispered, continuing to gaze at the scenes of his childhood.

“Why…” Then he immediately realized. They were so happy—he and his parents—and he remembered nothing.

He watched the images of his mom and dad playing with him, tears welling in his eyes.

Simple little things. Cooking with his parents, drawing with them, going to the park. How they hugged him...

"That’s not a part of me. That’s not me... I don’t remember anything from before my fifth year... Before Darkly's." Lloyd said, distressed.

For a while, tears streamed down Lloyd's face, and then he felt himself slowly becoming part of those images...

He drowned in memories that weren't even his... How wonderful it would be to live in those days again.

To be a normal child once more. To be a kid. To grow up with parents.

"...if you don't leave this room quickly enough, you will lose your sanity.." He felt the voice echoing in his head.

"I have to go," Lloyd said, slowly passing through the room.

He wanted to stay so badly... He would give anything to remain. But he was stronger than that.

"Kai!" he shouted as he stepped out. He found himself in a cold dungeon. There were no guards.

"Lloyd?" he heard two voices at once.

"Wait," Lloyd said and grabbed the nearest torch. His eyes were still red.

It was frighteningly dark. To his relief, he found a key on the floor and unlocked Kai and Skylor.

Could it be that Chen kept his promise?

"Lloyd, how?" Kai looked at him in awe.

"Are you..." Skylor began, but Lloyd interrupted her.

"We have to go. Quickly! The question is how long Chen will pretend to keep his word."

~~~~~~

"Zane, Jay!" Nya shouted as she descended with her Samurai X to the guys.

"Nya!" Jay yelled, rushing to her.

"What’s going on?" Nya looked confused. "Where are they..."

"Down with Dareth and Sanfungol, who are pretending to be us," Zane tried to explain to her.

"Dareth and who?" Nya asked.

"We don’t have time!" Zane shouted. "I see Kai and Skylor with them, but Chen's soldiers won’t let them go."

"Let’s go!" Nya shouted, jumping into her Samurai X suit.

~~~~~~

"You’re not going anywhere!" the guards shouted.

"You promised," Lloyd said, grinding his teeth.

"And you weren’t supposed to pass through that room!" Chen pulled. "The guards..."

"It's over, Chen!" Nya yelled, diving down.

"Samurai X?" Chen looked at her confused. "Weren’t you in a monastery..."

"How do you know?" Kai asked.

"Run! I’ll hold them back!" Nya shouted. Everyone began to flee as Nya held off the guards.

Zane and Cole greeted them and helped them climb up without obstruction.

Once everyone got out, Sanfungol sealed the entrance to the underground passages.

"I’ll freeze it!" Zane stopped Sanfungol.

"No, this has a different mechanism!" Sanfungol replied, starting to fiddle with the entrance.

"There, that should do it. We should have some time..."

"Did you find any help, Nya?" Lloyd asked.

"Unfortunately, they’re all unavailable," Nya sighed.

"Who is unavailable?" Skylor asked.

"The elemental masters," Jay explained to her. "Do you think Chen..."

"Possible," Skylor sighed.

"Let's go to the Mystake tea shop," Nya said. "We can’t waste time."

"I’ve had enough ninja adventures for today," Dareth smiled. "I’m going!"

"Do I have your permission to go with you?" Sanfungol politely asked. Lloyd frowned slightly at this.

"You've proven yourself an ally," Cole said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"If you claim to be a friend, we trust you!" Zane added. "Let’s go!"

"Wait!" Lloyd said, and everyone froze. "Any information about Sensei Wu and my parents?"

"Wu has gone beyond the Ninjago," Nya said seriously. "Mystake assumes to a place where the ritual was performed to bring Chen and his army back."

"Where is that?" Zane asked.

"We don’t have time right now," Nya shook her head. "Mystake will explain everything."

"And where's Clouse?" Jay remembered. "We haven’t seen him."

"My parents, Nya?" Lloyd anxiously asked. He had a feeling something was wrong.

"Clouse has been spying on us with a mechanical spider," Nya began.

"What!" everyone exclaimed in surprise.

"He knew Misako and Garmadon were going to the docks and captured them..." Nya struggled to finish the last sentence as she watched Lloyd's expression change.

"We have to save them!" Lloyd said firmly.

"I'm sorry." Nya sighed sadly. "We need to go to Mystake first."

"Why?" Kai interrupted. "We go for them, then to Wu."

"Because we need to understand what my father is planning," Skylor interjected. "I know I'm not authorized to tell you this.

They’re all your family... but first, we must hear what Mystake has to say, and then we go for them!"

"That's right, Lloyd," Sanfungol said, placing a hand on Lloyd's shoulder. "Don't worry kid. We will go for them as soon as possible, and it will be quick."

"Thank you." Lloyd smiled slightly. His distrust of Sanfungol was somewhat fading.

When he looked closer at his face, he could see fine, well-hidden wrinkles. His face could be in its fifties.

"Then let's not waste any more time!" Kai said, and everyone followed him.

"Wait aren't you thinking this was a little too easy?" Zane asked as they ran.

"It won't be easy." Nya reminded him."

"But it feels like they leted us go," Zane explained.

"Actually, you're right." "Lloyd stopped in amazement." Who knows what Chen is planning."

[quicksilverdrabbles]

Solitude Guard: Don't suppose you could enchant my sword? Dull old thing can barely cut butter.

Saturn: That- That's not how enchanting works.

Guard: What?

Saturn: Enchanting isn't standard upkeep for a weapon. Do you not know how to use a grindstone?

Guard: Er-

Saturn: You're about the third guard who has spoken to me, unsolicited, and asked me to enchant their sword to make it sharper. Do you humans really not know how to take care of your own weapons? It shouldn't be up to a blacksmith to sharpen it for you.

Kaidan: Is she about to-

Caryalind: *already preparing tea* Yep.

~Two Hours Later...~

Saturn: *holding a class for the city guard to learn how to maintain their swords* Now you never want to apply your sword to the grindstone dry. The rock will just chip at the blade and you'll never get a clean cut in again. Apply water or oil to the stone, and then run the wheel.

Captain Aldis: *standing near the back of the group, trying not to look like he's listening* Never thought I'd see the day a High Elf teaches my men how to sharpen their swords.

Saturn: *raising her voice* I'm choosing to take that as a compliment, Captain. For your own sake.

Captain Aldis: ...

Saturn: Now, one of you step up and try.

Taliesin: *standing nearby, watching* Hm. You are a surprisingly good teacher.

Saturn: *moving to stand next to him* And what exactly do you mean by that?

Taliesin: Must you always take what I say as a threat? I simply mean you are very good with your hands. And swords.

Saturn: Swords, he says.

Taliesin: *snickers*

Saturn: *squints, watching a guard lose control of the grindstone and almost drop his sword against the blade* Hey- Be careful, you idiot! *grabs the sword by the blade before it can leave his grip, pulling it away from the grindstone and slicing her hand* You'll take your bloody ear off with that careless technique!

Guard: I-I-I'm sorry, ma'am-

Saturn: Gods, and you people wonder why you can't beat the Stormcloaks. Go clean your blade.

Guard: M-Ma'am. Yes-! Yes, Ma'am. S-Sorry-

Saturn: Go. *watches as the guard scurries off, sweeping her gaze to the rest of them* What on earth are you all looking at? Dismissed.

Taliesin: Gods. *scoffs, lifting her hand up* Who's the idiot? You're the one grabbing blades and getting blood everywhere. *covers her palm with his hand, a healing glow emitting from it*

Saturn: Would've been more blood if he actually dropped his sword before I could catch it.

Taliesin: *sighs* ... No matter. *covers the new scar with a scrap of cloth* Let's go back to the others, shall we? I'm sure they're all terribly bored.

~

Lucien: ...

Inigo: Julian, it's been ten minutes, pick a damn action.

Lucien: Shh! I'm trying to focus! *frowns, moving his hand around trying to sort his cards*

Caryalind: *looks up at him with a raised eyebrow, deadpan* Take your time.

Lucien: Mmnnn..! Raise! *flashes his cards dramatically, showing a Two Pair*

Gore: *glances at Xelzaz from a table behind Caryalind, shaking his head*

Xelzaz: *snickers, pushing his cards to the middle of the table* Fold.

Inigo: *doesn't notice* Call. *reveals a Straight hand*

Caryalind: Oh come now, surely you boys can do better than that. *pulls the septims towards himself, dropping his cards and showing a Straight Flush*

Kaidan: Oh now that's some bullshit. *smacks Caryalind's hand away from the gold, shoving a Royal Flush in his face* For you, at least.

Caryalind: WHAT?!

Lucien: HOW DID YOU EVEN GET THAT???

Saturn: We're back- *stops in the doorway of the inn, watching Caryalind launch himself at Kaidan* Whaaaat the hell.

Gore: Kaidan beat Caryalind at Poker.

Taliesin: *snorts, turning his head away and covering his mouth*

Caryalind: YOU CHEATED!!

Kaidan: DID NOT!

Xelzaz: Hm? What happened to your hand, Saturn?

Saturn: Oh, this? *raises her hand* Nothing. Just a training accident.

Inigo: I thought you were teaching.

Saturn: The guards here are all idiots.

Gore: *still watching Caryalind and Kaidan fight* Fair enough. Who wants to bet on Caryalind winning?

Taliesin: ... Oh, why not.

Saturn: *watches as Kaidan pins Caryalind to the ground almost immediately* Why would you even bet on him, he's skinny as a twig.

Taliesin: You're always the one saying height over mass.

Saturn: Yeah, when the one with height wields anything larger than a dagger.

[sluttyskullowner]

" 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒.. " yandere! mike wheeler x afab! listener

genre: angst? i'm not exactly sure. yandere i suppose. tw: yandere tendencies, manipulation, both gaslighting and gatekeeping, kidnapping, murder, bit of gore, obsession, etc.. word count + characters count: 969 words, 5,106 characters

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mike let out an almost breathless sigh, the sight of blood on the floor against caused almost a spike of cold blood rushing through his body, he wouldn't exactly say it felt good to kill, more like a relief, an way to get rid of a problem, a solution. mike washed the blood from his hands in a nearby bathroom sink, he had killed lucas. you see, lucas had been getting very close to (y/n), and our mike couldn't let lucas steal his precious flame away from him, therefore this felt rashionale. the blood stained the water in the sink, his eyes couldn't help but be mesmerized by the sight, the blood slowly retreating from his fingertips and instead stain the cold liquid. his mind began to wander more and more by the minute before he realized something, he thought out loud; "I can't hurt someone again.. I need to take her so I don't harm a soul.." His voice was a whisper, maybe even a tremble but there was no sorrow or guilt, just excitement, gross twisted excitement to have his darling (y/n) back in his grip once more. now, let me explain (y/n) and mike's relationship, mike was almost a stranger to (y/n), of course she knew who the hell he was, mike wheeler, ex-boyfriend of el and the reason for her and jane to become friends, jane was crying in the girl's bathroom one day, (y/n) had comforted jane as jane sobbed about a breakup that she had with mike, (y/n) even still remembers which day it was, May 27th. jane was sent home due to high stress levels and almost passing out from a panic attack so rumors spread like wildfire, though (y/n) came to the rescue and explained the situation, not blaming mike wheeler either for anything that happened, which is how the two met-- for mike it was an almost fall in love at first sight situation. back to mike, he was now walking over to the (l/n) residence, before he steadily climbed up (y/n)'s house's pipe drain and he peeked into (y/n)'s bedroom, seeing the beauty asleep he opened the bedroom window with ease and carefully stepped inside, his right leg first inside before his left leg. he looked at (y/n), smiling before creeping towards her. (y/n)'s eyes fluttered open before a gasp erupted from her mouth, before (y/n) could scream though-- mike placed a hand over (y/n)'s mouth and a knife to her throat. "shh,, shh.. flame.. if you want to live, you're going to have to listen to my every word, alright?" mike said soothingly, (y/n) could only nod, fear in her eyes as all she wanted to do was scream but she wished to not have her own blood be spilled.

mike made his way to a rusty old shed in the deep forest, maybe about 65 miles away from town before mike opened said shed door and threw (y/n) inside, closing and managing to lock the old chain behind him, this looked like the type of place that young teens would get murdered in a cheesy horror movie. (y/n)'s back eventually pressed against a wall, trying to crawl away backwards from mike with each step he took closer to her, her afraid showing nothing but fear as tears threatened to fall from her (e/c) eyes. "why are you doing this to me!?" (y/n) eventually screamed, mike kneeling down in front of her with a sly grin. "because.. unless i have you all to myself, people are going to get hurt.. you don't want people getting hurt, do you (y/n)?" mike questioned, raising an eyebrow at the anxious girl before him. "of course not!" (y/n) yelled, tears tainting her soft skin before mike gently wiped them away with his thumb. "then you are staying here with me.. don't worry.. you'll grow to love me over time, just like how I love you.." mike said soothingly. "this isn't love!" (y/n) yelled, earning an almost death glare from mike. "yes, it is-- i'm protecting you, (y/n). if you leave, you're putting yourself and others in danger.. this is the only way i can keep you safe." he said, brushing a strain of hair behind (y/n)'s ear with a smile. "i have a crimson ache, (y/n)-- if i see red on your cheeks around other people, the only other red those people will have is their blood all over me and on the ground and they beg and whimper for help, to be saved. except i'm already saving them." mike said with a sigh. "i'm saving them from you. you're like a siren y'know, your beauty taints with the mind of the naive and you lure people into your grasp.. so i have to save them.. and you.." mike tries to explain before planting a kiss onto (y/n)'s lips, her lips were cold due to the tears that erupted from her eyes like rain from a cloud. mike slowly pulls away before reaching next to (y/n), grabbing a chain before placing two onto (y/n)'s hands and feet with a smile. "do you understand? i'm doing this because i love you.. say you love me back please, my flame.." mike said softly, placing his warm gentle almost boney hand onto (y/n)'s right cheek, (y/n)'s lips were agape for a moment before she muttered a weak; "i love you, mike..". this made mike smile before humming with a blush on his cheeks. "i have to go.. but i'll be back within an hour.. don't go anywhere~" he said with a chuckle before opening the shed door, locking it behind him with a smirk.

[perceivedregret]

sneak peek at pt 21 (part 20 isn't even published yet shh) of my vampire!steve and human!eddie au. part one and links to my ao3 in my pinned

“Can you tell me what you saw, what Heather made you do, exactly? And Chrissy, too. Since vampires can’t be compelled, why was Chrissy in on it?” Steve asks quietly, trying to keep his voice leveled. From what he gathered, Heather compelled Eddie at some point and also somehow convinced Chrissy to separate him from the others, and he wants, no, needs, to know why.

Eddie inhales a measured, slow breath. “Honestly, I don’t know why Chris would do this, there’s no way she’d do it if she had any other choice. Maybe they threatened her, I don’t know. But with me….” He hesitates.

“Dude, come on, you can just say it. I mean, I get it, Heather’s a real grade A asshole, so nothing would surprise me. Honestly, what did she make you do?” Steve asks quietly.

Eddie clears his throat. “She wanted me to get to you, to get under your skin. To befriend you. It didn’t matter how, she just wanted me to get close. She wanted me to act on my first thought, to be ‘spontaneous, baby, make it fun.’” Eddie shudders at the memory, the violation. “It explains everything, now that I know.”

“Everything?” Steve’s tone says what he doesn’t, and Eddie picks up on it.

“Okay. First of all, sweetheart, you kissed me.”

Sweetheart?

“I know I was bleeding from my lip and whatever–”

Steve blows a raspberry. “I’m a vampire –” but Eddie waves him off.

“Whatever, that’s not important right now, so just let me finish. Alright, I’m the one who just got mind fucked by a goddamn vampire, okay.”

“When did it happen?”

Eddie sighs, annoyed. “Some time after the first time we ‘hung out,’ the first night Chrissy invited me over. Will you let me finish?”

Steve doesn’t answer, just gestures with his hand and a roll of his eyes.

“As I was saying, your uppity highness– she said she wanted me to get close to you, so, I tried. I tried, but every time I made even an attempt to talk to you, you’d brushed me off, kept pushing me away. And, dude? I hated you because of it. You were driving me insane. I couldn't get you and getting close to you out of my head, and I needed to know what your issue was. Because, normally, I wouldn’t care. You're hot, sweetheart, I liked you when we first met, but I’m not someone who gives a shit if you don’t want anything to do with me. Don't want me, no problem, that's easy song writing material, ya know what I mean? Except, suddenly, I did, and it was making my skin crawl and it was driving me up the goddamn wall, so yeah, this? This explains it.

“Because I’m not exactly what you'd call spontaneous, I’m not… I’m not the guy who follows another dude into the bathrooms to bitch at him about why he doesn’t like me. I'm a runner for the most part, I run from the serious scary shit, I’m not the guy who invites a vampire into my home, to my room, to make the first move. I make underhanded comments, I’m sorta apathetic when it comes to my feelings, I’m obvious without being too obvious. But she made me into that guy and I– god, I fucking hate her for making me into that, into a version of myself that isn’t me . And the worst part is the fact it’s still there. She made me remember what she did to me, but there’s still a part of me that is still under her spell, still sired to go against myself, against the part of me that’s so used to really running and avoiding.

“And for the record, no, I can see it in your face but no, I don’t regret it but, dammit, I should have been given more of a choice to be me when…" Eddie stutters, eyes down towards the gas pump. He takes a deep breath and Steve holds on to it like a wire.

"When what?" Steve murmurs.

"When we kissed. It should have been me. I deserved to have been the version of me that is me, because the thing is, you kissed me first and, sure, blood was involved and maybe it didn’t really mean anything, but then I kissed you again… I kissed you and you kissed me back.”

Eddie turns to look at Steve and gasps, because like before, Steve has got himself hooked on Eddie Munson and has unconsciously reeled himself into his space again. They’re so close that it’s impossible to miss the specks of freckles that litter Eddie’s face, vampire site be damned. Eddie swallows tightly, eyes darting down, and Steve mirrors the motions.

Steve’s about to open his mouth, to reassure him, to tell him he understands, to say he’d like to try again with the version of Eddie that Eddie wants to present, to get to know him, to make it real because he’s tethered just as much and it isn’t just his blood (or maybe it is)– but then the gas handle clinks and both men jump and separate, and the moment is over.

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I am FINALLY returning with a little Lando and Max (Fewtrell) thought. [Consider this a non-Red Bull dominating every race, because y'know, fiction anyway 😅].

But I keep thinking about Lando coming across that theory that Max is his good luck charm, he generally does well in races Max attends, so on. And of course, in his normal headspace, Lando thinks this is ridiculous - that's just his talent, nothing Max has done! 

But then he gets his second pole position! And it's fun, it's exhilarating, everyone's celebrating — until he gets to his hotel room, all alone that evening — and suddenly it's all seeming a little more overwhelming. What if the strategy is wrong? What if a pit stop goes wrong? What if he makes a mistake? What if the race pace just isn't as strong? Just every worse scenario plays through his mind. 

Then Max calls! And Max is so happy, already through his joking little "Not bad today, Bob," before the sob Lando had been suppressing gets forced out. And suddenly the congratulatory call turns into shaky breaths and whimpers while Max himself is in panic mode, repeatedly asking "Lando? What's wrong? What's happened?" because he got pole! he should be happy! 

And it takes a while for Max to coax anything out of him — the crying just getting harsher, more violent every time he tries to speak. So Max simply settles for a mantra of, "Shh, Lando. Whatever it is, we'll get through it together – right bub?" And eventually, Max's voice drowns out the chaos in Lando's mind. There's a little affirming noise. 

Then the "need you here" comes across the line, and Max silently curses because well — he's thousands of miles away, not exactly the most convenient timing. He's already in problem solving mode — offering to try to contact Jon or Alex or Max or Oscar — just thinking maybe Lando's lonely, needs someone to distract him from his thoughts. But then there's the shout of "No!," and Max can already envision Lando kicking his feet against the mattress in frustration, but then Lando takes a deep breath, seemingly composes himself, and whispers, just another shared secret between the two, "Need *YOU* here — 'do better when you're here." 

And Max did this racing thing long enough to read between the lines, to know how anxious Lando already felt. He's already looking up red eye flights, but tries to console anyway with reassurances of, "You've been on it all weekend, bub. I wasn't there for quali, and look what you did. All you!" And he almost cringes himself when he pulls out the sappy lines their parents and grandparents used to tell them before karting sessions — "As long as you try your best, that's all anyone can expect" — but well, listening to him seems to soothe Lando, so he continues droning on like one of those "life coaches" on TikTok until he finally finds a flight that would reach the track location in time. 

And well, when he gives Lando the news, he can hear the relief in the sigh Lando lets out. The tears are back, but this time they're accompanied by "Thank you, thank you, Max, you're the best" and suddenly Max is wondering if he should come to more races if this is the VIP treatment he'll receive. 

Of course, when he gets there, little Lando's superstition isn't acknowledged or brought up again. But there is another heartfelt "Thank you" when Max wraps him up in a pre-race hug. - 👻

my prayers have been answered my fave is in my inbox and it’s a novel ily. <3

this is so cute 🥹

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DHD Prompt: any au, dante realizing cisco has superpowers (+ talking about it for the first time?)

set during 1x16

Dante Ramon was not the kind of person who woke with the sun, or, if he could help it, before midmorning at best. Of course, being a hostage tied to a chair was not exactly conducive to anyone's sleep schedule. So he was awake, fidgeting in his ropes, when his little brother suddenly froze, still holding one of his tiny screwdrivers and the skeletal metal frame of what he'd promised their captors would be a weapon. 

"Cisco," he hissed softly, not wanting to attract attention and also not wanting to get punched in the face again if Cisco stopped working and Snart noticed. "Cisco?"

Cisco dropped the screwdriver, falling backwards hard enough to trip on the chain connecting him to what had once been a mobster's desk, now a captive engineer's workbench. He clutched at his heart with both hands, clawing at the fabric of his sweat-through graphic tee. Dante thought he might scream, but his mouth just hung open, wordless. 

"Cisco?" Dante asked again, more urgently, less concerned for himself. "What--did you shock yourself, or--" He didn't know the first thing about whatever it was Cisco was doing, but it had to have been dangerous. 

Cisco blinked, still clutching at his chest, his breathing a harsh staccato in Dante's ears. "I--I--oh, dios mio, I--."

"What? What happened?" Dante switched to Spanish, just in case anyone was listening.

"I died," Cisco said in the same language. "I was dead, I...felt it. It was so real..."

Dante wanted to scoff a laugh at that. In any other circumstance, he would have. "What do you mean, you died? You're right here, and you gotta finish those things so we can get out of here."

Cisco stood, still wobbly. "I'm not..sure," he said, looking at his hands. "I...It's a theory. Oh god."

"What's a theory?" Dante asked. 

"The accelerator. It affected people..."

"Yeah, like the Flash, I do watch the news sometimes."

"It affected people who were near it. They got powers...when they died."

"I'm sorry, what." Dante said, flat. "That's crazy. I can accept weird laser guns that shoot ice and whatever the hell the Flash is, but--"

"Ok, first of all, it's not a laser," Cisco said, "and I'm not going to explain the science of it because you literally could not understand it, and second of all that's where you suspend your disbelief? Really? Right there?"

"It's 9 am," Dante shot back, " and you're saying you just got resurrected."

"No, I.. I think it was... a vision. Of what was supposed to happen today. The Flash... changed time, uh, yesterday. Reset button. I think...none of this was supposed to happen."

"No shit, this isn't exactly how I like spending my nights," Dante said. "Or mornings. or any time of day."

"Shh, I have to think," Cisco said, going back to his tools. He gripped the tiny screwdriver tightly. Dante rolled his eyes. 

"Ok, so you died. And what, your power is... having a vision of it?"

"I guess," Cisco said. 

Dante clicked his tongue. "The Flash got superspeed, that one dude on the news could set himself on fire and fly, and you get to see... a past that didn't happen. Damn, sucks."

"That dude on the news is engaged to my friend, the one you were flirting with at your party," Cisco said. "And it's not the worst power."

"Not great, either," Dante said, deciding to ignore the part about flirting with a woman who’s fiance might be able to set him on an unfortunate amount of fire. "It's not going to get us out of here."

"Yeah, well that's what my engineering is for," Cisco snapped. "Will you shut up and let me think?"

Dante decided to shut up. 

"What are you doing, chatting instead of working?" Snart asked, lumbering in in his stupid parka, even though it was March and the temperatures had been rising steadily. It hadn't even rained, much less snowed, in weeks. "This isn't social hour."

"Sorry," Cisco said quickly, "I'm working as fast as I can."

"Hm," Snart said, moving towards Dante. "Maybe, or maybe you're stalling. Trying to buy your speedster friend time to find you? Don't try to play me, kid. I told you what would happen if you did."

"Wait," Cisco said, voice rising in panic.

Dante braced for the blow.

There was a crash, a shattering of metal and wood and the thud of a body slamming into something solid, and Dante squinted his eyes open. 

The desk was in what could only be described as shreds, splinters and fragments scattered across the room, and Snart, bleeding from the head, crumbled against the far wall directly under a dent in the wood paneling.

"Cisco, what the--"

"Ok, I think maybe it's not just visions?" Cisco said, his voice still high and startled. "Uh--" he worked his ankle free, the end of the chain no longer attached to anything, and stumbled over pieces of the 3D printer to reach Dante, something sharp in hand. He sawed through the ropes. "We gotta get out of here."

"You think?" Dante said, standing and regretting immediately. His legs felt like static, all pins and needles, but there was no time for that. "Where are we going?"

Cisco shook his head. "I don't know. Not home. And not STAR Labs."

"Why not?" 

"Because that's where my boss killed me."

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(part two) If The Reader Had A Zodiac Curse Like Kyo's.

This is a continuation of part one of this story. This is the final part to this story.

When he arrived to Shigure's house he was greeted with Shigure. "So, y/n is sleeping in your room because there wasn't enough time to set up another bed before she wanted to sleep so, yeah." Kyo started turning red. "What?! Why my room, why not Yuki's room or Tohru's room?! You can annoy Yuki all you want I don't care! Or even Tohru because they're both girls!" "Well, she is the closest to you so she should be more comfortable with you." "Ok I'm going inside." Once he was upstairs he heard a cry. When he was trying to find out where the cry was coming from he saw Yuki standing outside his bedroom door. "Yuki! What are you-" "Shh, be quiet y/n is crying in your room." "Oh come on what did you do now-" "I'm useless, why would Kyo ever want me as a friend. Is it out of pity for me? Or is it because I'm too stupid to be alone? Why? Why me?" Once Kyo heard that he slammed open his door. "Y/n! I heard that! Don't think your useless ever again!" *small scream/yelp* "Where'd you come from? And I can't help it, Kyo. I have many secrets that you don't know. Such as how I have these voices in my head telling me that if I tell you some of my secrets that I'm gonna be alone forever and you will hate me for it." "I would never leave you, y/n. So, tell me some of your secrets and see if I leave you. You'll never know if I'll leave you until you try." "Um, well, I- *sigh* I'm also a cursed zodiac spirit just like you- no exactly like you. I also transform just like you. If you bring Tohru in you can see." "Okay, then." While he leaves he hears you start to slightly whimper so he knows he need to hurry and get Tohru or else you'll feel alone again. As he asks for Tohru he hears a growl and bark. "Y/n?! Are you okay?!" "I'm useless! I say things that make you leave me! That's probably why I should have never been friends with you!" "Um, excuse me, but what is going on here?" Hatori has arrived. "Hatori! You're finally here! It turns out that y/n is a zodiac animal and she transformed into her true form!" "Ok, let me talk to her alone. Okay?" "Okay, we'll leave." Once they left Hatori started to talk. "Y/n, this isn't your normal self what provoked these feelings strong enough to transform into your true form?" "Uh, I just have intrusive thoughts about Kyo leaving me forever. But it's fine I swear!" "Ok, I'll leave and let Kyo talk to you then." "Y/n! I'm so sorry for not realizing that you were feelings these feelings before." As he is hugging you telling you how much you are worth to him and how no matter what happens he will always be by your side, you slowly transform back to your normal self. "Y/n! Your back to your normal self!" "So, you don't think that I'm worthless and disgusting?" As tears fill your eyes he smiles at you. "No, you're perfect just the way you are. And, you're just like me so why would I want to push you away?" "Well, I guess I can learn to try and stop the voices from getting to me." "Okay, that's a start to your new self already." Kyo starts smiling and the all of the Sohma's that are in the house plus Tohru are smiling at you too.

The End.

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I'm sorry that this ending is short and rushed, I didn't want to go over the character limit and need to make a part three. Other than that I hope you enjoyed this story and have a great day!

[mannatea]

Predictably asking for Symphonia for the fandom meme!

I stan. 🙏

the first character i ever fell in love with: Raine. Even as a teenager she was my favorite and I loved her immediately.

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: I actually think I used to really like Zelos and found him hilarious when I was a teenager myself, and now I'm like 😨 about half of what he does and says. Yikes, bro. It actually makes me wonder how differently he would be written if the game was coming out for the first time now, because a lot of the stuff in the game just would NEVER fly these days.

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: Ah. Behold, my personal cringe: I used to ship Kratos/Raine. It didn't last very long because my fellow shippers in 2004 made me abandon ship entirely & do a heelturn toward my current OTP out of pure spite. If I'm being honest I was only shipping it because they were the only two adults in the party for a while, anyway, so it wasn't a serious attachment. 🙄 But like, it should be noted that this happened while I was in the middle of writing a love triangle fic. (My other personal cringe, shh.)

my ultimate favorite character™: RAINE, MY BELOVED. 🤍 I literally love every single thing about her.

prettiest character: You thought I was going to say Raine didn't you? WRONG. It's Yuan, actually. Look at him.

my most hated character: RODYLE. He's just so hateful.

my OTP: Regal/Raine. I will die on this hill, actually. (And have been quietly since late 2004.) This is the only ship I just won't compromise on. What can I say about it? Their dynamic just hits on a lot of notes that work exceedingly well for me personally. I won't write a manifesto here (you may thank me for holding back for your benefit) but I love both of them so much and think their personalities balance one another out incredibly well, which is a lot of fun to write.

my NOTP: Basically any Raine ship that isn't my OTP is a NOTP for me, though I do have two in particular I would consider NOTPs. IYKYK.

favorite episode skit: The My Sister skit. IT GETS ME EVERY TIME.

saddest death: Marble. SHE'S AN OLD WOMAN. PLEASE.

favorite season side plot/scene: Virginia, honestly. It messes me up every time. The doll haunts me to this day. Also, that they so INTENTIONALLY made Raine look exactly like her. Poor Raine just can't escape. And the trauma?? AHHHH.

least favorite season side plot/scene: That buffoonish Peeping Tom thing at the hot springs. I wanted more meaningful conversation with my girls and I had to deal with that instead. NO WAIT I HATE THE SCENE IN SYBAK LOOKING FOR THE LITTLE BOY'S MOM SO MUCH MORE. ZELOS'S BOOTSTRAPS SPEECH WAS THE WORST THING I HAVE EVER HAD THE MISFORTUNE OF READING, not because it wasn't 100% in character for him (HILARIOUSLY IT IS VERY IN CHARACTER 🤣) but because I feel like nobody else in the scene was written in a believable way—not Regal, not Colette, and not Lloyd. WTF WAS THAT SCENE?

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate am lukewarm about: Hate is a strong word here so I toned it down. I feel very lukewarm about Kratos. In fact, I'd go so far as to say his potential was a bit wasted just because they didn't bother to do enough with him.

my ‘you’re a piece of trash, but you’re still a fave well-liked’ fave: This is a hard one, because the trash characters are still trash to me. I'll maybe go with Kate or George for this. They both did terrible things but I still find them interesting and compelling as characters.

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: Colette, always. Also? Presea.

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: I don't have one because you'll never see me shipping something like this. It's not my cuppa.

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: This is a hard one. Maybe Genis/Presea for this? I think they are good for one another but they're both too young BY A LOT to really be thinking that deeply about things. However, their respect for one another and their compassion/understanding of what the other has been through could lead to something nice later in life. I'm not over those adorable skits where Genis asks for advice from others on what present to get for her and they all collectively give him the worst advice imaginable and he ends up buying her a whetstone because he KNOWS HER AS A PERSON and she LOVES THE GIFT. This is what peak performance looks like in a person, actually.

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