#flower doesn’t look anything like what I imagine but i’ll get there soon

[sky-fishhhh]

Messy mikuflower sketches

It’s been too long since I’ve drawn traditionally but for some reason I’m only inclined to draw mikuflower using this medium

[suguann]

REDAMANCY—JOHN PRICE

✎. You tried not to grow feelings—you really did. Feelings make things complicated, but you can’t help it. | wc. 1k+

tags. fem!reader, getting together, strangers to fwb to lovers, mild smut [18+ only]

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“John, I…” You hesitate and allow your fear to get the best of you. “We’re friends, right?”

With his sweaty forehead pressed against your shoulder, a tangle of pointy knees and elbows, you can’t bring yourself to ask him to stay. It’s never been about staying or soft-spoken words between the sheets, but things feel different from the first time he picked you out from the crowd in a bar and fucked you up against a dingy bathroom door.

Maybe it’s just you. 

The fluttering in your chest when John stops by your office at the clinic as soon as he makes it back to base, how he wraps his hand in your hair and kisses you in the entryway for everyone to see—two thick fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet as he peels your uniform out of the way to wrap his mouth around a nipple and cup you between your legs.

Perhaps it’s the softer things: a kiss on your forehead before he leaves, another souvenir from one of his missions on your bookshelf, flowers for the vase on your counter.

You tried not to grow feelings—you really did. Feelings make things complicated, but you can’t help it.

John’s just…John.

He’s quiet for a moment, then two, and you wish you could see his face until he nods, whiskers sending goosebumps across your shoulder blades. “Yeah. We’re friends.”

Somehow, you feel like you hadn’t said the right thing as he gets up and slips his jeans over his thighs—the taste of whiskey and cigarettes still on your tongue long after he’s gone.

You hadn’t believed him—still don’t.

Not when he rushes into the emergency room a few days later—some of his tactical gear still in place—right after you get into an accident, panic written all over his face. He glances at your torn scrubs and the bandages across your shoulder, assessing the damage. And when he finds that everything on the outside looks fine (or as fine as a few scrapes and bruises can be), his shoulders visibly relax—if only by a minuscule. 

This is your answer.

"It’s not as bad as it looks. You should see the other guy."

His mouth tilts ever so slightly, worry still etched across his features. "Is that right?" 

The nurse looking over your chart arches a brow at you, and heat blooms across your face, forgetting that you’re not the only two in the room. 

John clears his throat. “Could you give us a minute?”

She smirks. “Of course. If you need anything, I’ll be at the nurse’s station.”

Once the nurse leaves the room, it goes quiet. He slowly approaches the hospital bed like he doesn’t know what to say, picking up the clipboard the nurse left on your bedside table. 

“I was chasing my neighbor’s dog—Gizmo, you remember him; he likes chasing the mailman—when a moped knocked me out,” you tell him, the painkillers turning your thoughts into a tricolor ball of playdough. "Did you know I almost bought a moped once? I can't imagine why. Those things are a deathtrap with tiny wheels."

He makes a grunting noise in lieu of an actual answer.

You watch his eyes shift over your chart, thinking it’s now or never—

"Do you want to go on a date? With me?"

He glances up and stares at you with wide eyes. "Do you want to go on a date?" 

"Well, I…” You lick your lips, glancing wildly around the room. “You don't?"

"I just didn't think you'd want to."

"And why wouldn't I?"

"A number of reasons, actually. One, I'm older than you," he ticks it off like a grievance on his finger.

"So? That's never bothered me.” Then you smile. “Fucking older men is all the hype now, didn’t you know?"

John ignores you and holds up another finger. "And…"

"And what?"

He drags a hand over his mouth. "I, uh, well… I’m not good with relationships."

"That doesn't bother me either."

"It should."

"Why?"

"Because you're young.”

You roll your eyes. "You say that as if you're old. "

"Love, I am old. You can find someone better."

Love. You ignore how that makes your stomach flip pleasantly.

"You know, you play a poor devil's advocate. I’m already looking at the man I want."

He sighs, sitting at the edge of the bed with you. "Okay, let's play a game of what if." When you nod, he asks: "What if I took you on a date? Where would you like to go?"

"Hm,” you hum. “How about I tell you what I like?"

This makes him crack a smile. "That wasn't the question."

"I like music,” you tell him anyway. “Sometimes I like to go to the art district, even though I know nothing about art. I enjoy corny walks on the beach, and I don't mind flowers."

"I already know you like flowers."

“Then it should be easy.” Your lips twitch, thinking of the tulips he brought you the other night still sitting in your kitchen window. "And what if I said yes?"

"I'd say…” he sighs, reaching for your hand to delicately trace around your scratched knuckles with his thumb. “I’d pick you up from your place once you feel better. It'll probably be too cold for the beach, but maybe I’ll take you to this nice place Gaz mentioned a few weeks ago. Then I'd bring you back home,” his eyes trace over your bare collarbones and down to the top of your pants, “and make up for lost time."

You bite your lip, your heart fluttering wildly. Hopeful. Knowing it’s no longer a game.

(Was it ever? Maybe it was two people who never really knew how to find each other—who had to grow together.)

"So, it’s a date?"

“Yeah.” He kisses the back of your hand. "It's a date."

You wonder if you should get used to the pain in your cheeks from smiling so much—not that smiling from being happy is a terrible problem to have.

“Took you long enough to ask.”

“Took you long enough to say yes.”

[sweet1delusi0ns]

Nicknames Naruto boys call you—☆*:・ﾟ

Characters: Naruto🦊,sasuke🗡️,kiba🐺, shikamaru🀄️,shino🪲,neji🎋,Lee🥋, choji🍥,gaara⏳, kankuro🪆

Naruto🦊-*

He always calls you complimenting nicknames such as beautiful, gorgeous and pretty ect. He doesn’t care about your looks honestly you could be the ugliest person alive and he’s still love you. He just needs you to know your attractive no matter what! But also calls you the classics like babe n sweetheart!

“Good morning gorgeous!!” “I look like a fucking raccoon babe.” “Your still attractive no matter what y/nnnn” side note he loves giving morning kisses~

Sasuke🗡️-*

Darling. Without a doubt he calls you darling or love. He’s not sure what he would call you at first other than your name but it soon came to him. He is soooo soft for You idc what anyone says I can just imagine his soft voice “oh love” “anything else darling?” “I have a surprise for you my love” (I’m crying)

He will genuinely start crying if you called him sweet nicknames like that. (I’m writing abt that later😋)

Kiba🐺-*

Hes so Basic yet so complex honestly he will call you the most basic nicknames like babe or sweetie but then go on for hours how your the only one for him and how your were like a missing piece in his heart that he has finally found, yet he can’t come up with any better nicknames😭

“Babe have I ever told you how I feel like I’m missing apart of myself every time your away. Honestly just going to bed without you pains me so much. I’m so happy I found the one for me~” “not even baby just babe?” “I’m trying to be sincere and sensitive y/n!”

Shikamaru🀄️-*

He mainly called you dear like a old couple (LOL). Other than the sweet compliments he gives you about how hot you are n such he’s similar to kiba, basic nicknames but a lot of meaning

“Dear, I have put together a small picnic for us. I finally have time to treat you right so I figured I’d take you on a date” “Aw your the sweetest old man ever~” “anything for you dear!….HEY.”

Shino🪲-*

Call me stereotypical but he totally calls you love bug, cuddle bug or flower, cuz your his little love bug yk just full of happiness (mostly). He isn’t one to just use nicknames every sentence, he thinks nicknames should be special not matter how many times he uses them!

“Shino! I’m so happy your back home ugh I’ve missed that face! Cmon give me a hug~” “of course, I’ve missed you too love bug, or should I say cuddle bug” “either one is fine Shino~”

Neji🎋-*

Destiny (ha get it) I’m jus joking. Similar to shikamaru he talks you like you guys are an old couple but still romantic, so names like sweetheart, love and gorgeous. He uses them frequently thought so throughout the day you get to hear his pretty voice

“Sweetheart how was your day?” “Love do you want to tag along with me to the store? Or just for a walk” “you look gorgeous as always” AGH

Lee🥋-*

Ez he calls you precious. He finds it complex enough to show the love he truly feels for you without the nickname being overwhelming. “You are my precious! I will spent my whole life protecting and serving you! You deserve the best!!” I love him.

“So pretty! You are so special y/n! You are the most precious person to me!” “My precious I have a surprise!” “Precious, do you care for some tea, I’m making it fresh!”

Choji🍥-*

Also ez he calls you either honey, sweetie, or pretty. Honey and sweetie for obvious reasons, he finds you as sweet as candy and as yummy as honey, but he also finds you VERY attractive.

“Honey! I’m making dinner I hope your hungry pretty~” “your so nice to me y/n, like sweets! Ooooo that’s a good name, sweetie!”

Gaara⏳-*

He just calls you by your name, he doesn’t know what he’s doing LOL. You’ll have to coerce him into calling you cute nicknames by either promising him a reward or explaining how it’s normal to call loved ones names other than their name.

“You can call me anything you want gaara!!” “Can I Call You raccoon?” “No.” “Oh.. then what can I call you?” “Oml I’ll give you cuddles if you start calling me darling~” “sure thing y/n…uh darling..?” “Your so cute when you get flustered!”

Kankuro🪆-*

Flirt. So names along the lines of hotty, sexy, doll. Pretty self explanatory he thinks your fine asf so he’s gotta make it known. “Oo whos that hotty? Oh my gosh that my lover~” he teasing you, well atleast tried you but you just end up giggling at his attempts!

“Doll do you want to come help me in my work shop?” “Danm your so sexy~ honestly I’d let you do anything to me” “what’s your problem weirdo!” “Your hot thats my problem”

[angel2el]

Blackened Haze (Elvis Presley) - PART ONE -- "Sunset"

My gosh I'm so excited to share this with you all. It's a story that explores a possibility where a reader, Elvis's longtime girlfriend, is there to help him through his mother's death and work towards happiness and peace. This is a bit sad at first. I will say I felt a little solemn at times. But I am proud of it and I love it and I hope you all do too. I love you all so, so much. I do not have a taglist but if you would like me to tag you at the next parts I will. The colonel is mentioned but is not a villain due to the fact that at this point, he and Elvis had good relations.

“I came as soon as I heard you were here,” you say softly as you enter the hospital’s private waiting room Elvis is in.  He’s sitting on the blue couch with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands when you first walk in, but he lifts his head up when he hears your voice.

“Hi, honey,” he says, voice raspy and weak, waving his hand for you to come over.  You approach him and set your flowers on the table in front of you two before sitting down.

“How is she?” You ask.  His mother was admitted three days ago, and he’d arrived around twelve hours ago.   It’s 4 in the morning now and Elvis doesn’t look like he’s slept a wink yet.  You put a hand on his forehead to brush his hair out of his face.  He doesn’t look like he’s been crying, but he’s pale and his eyes are bloodshot from a lack of sleep.

“They haven’t told me nothing,” he says.  His voice is still low and glum.  You move your hand to his cheek.

“Have you slept at all?” You ask, moving your thumb up and down his cheek.

“Not yet,” he says.

“Lay your head on my lap and try to sleep some,” you say, scooting away so he has enough room to lay down.

“I..I can’t.  What if somethin’ happens to her while I’m asleep?” he asks, rubbing his eyes.

“I’ll wake you up if anything happens.  I promise,” you say.  “You need to get some sleep or you’ll barely be able to make it through tomorrow.”  You put your hand on his waist and gently start to ease him down.  He hesitates at first, but eventually complies, resting his head on your lap.  “Just relax,” you say, putting a hand on his shoulder.  You feel his body heave with a shaky sigh.  You can feel his nerves, how hot he is from the stress, the cold sweat on the back of his neck.  He can’t even be with his mother right now because Vernon is with her.  That must be the hardest part.  She’s everything to him.

You can’t imagine what life would be like without her.  You both know she’s very, very sick.  But your heart won’t let you think about losing the sweet, loving woman who welcomed you with open arms into their home when you and Elvis first started dating, and again welcomed you into Graceland when you moved in.  The woman who always cared for you, and more importantly, for Elvis.  She’s his best friend.  The person he’s closest to in the whole world.  He wouldn’t be able to go on without her.

You calm yourself out of the thoughts of losing her by closing your eyes and rubbing his shoulder up and down, trying to think more positive thoughts.  Gladys is going to live.  She’s going to get better.  You blink slowly, tiredly as you keep your touch on him, feeling him start to fall asleep.  He’s exhausted.  He may have been up for over 24 hours at this point, considering he’d been in the car most of yesterday, stressing about Gladys.  Your chest aches with sympathy at the thought of his suffering over the last few days.  Luckily, he’d been granted leave from army training to see his mother.  But that didn’t do much to ease the fear and pain.  You look at his hands, which were shaking slightly.  His nails are bitten down well below his nailbeds, a nervous habit he’d developed as a teen.  You hear him sigh softly.  He was asleep now.  Thank goodness.  You lean your own head back and close your eyes, letting your breathing slow.  You hadn’t been up nearly as long as Elvis, but you’d barely been able to sleep these past few days knowing Gladys was suffering and Elvis was too.  A call had come at 3am this morning telling you Elvis was at the hospital now and had been for eleven hours, so you drove as fast as you could to the hospital to meet him.  Exhaustion and fear wracked your mind, just like him.  For Gladys, and for Elvis.  You put a hand on your forehead and try to calm yourself.  Gladys was going to live.  Everything was going to be okay.  You keep repeating that until deep, dreamless sleep welcomes you.

When you wake up to the waiting room’s door opening, Elvis is still in your lap.  You can tell it's been a long time because you’re absolutely starving.  You put your hand on his head and pat it as you watch a nurse with a tray of food approach the two of you.  Elvis shifts, slowly sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

“Honey?” he says, turning to you.

“I’m here.”  Your hand goes to his shoulder.

The nurse sets down a tray with two bowls of oatmeal in front of you, pushing your pink flowers – Gladys’ favorite color – aside.  “You two need to eat something.  Haven’t had a bite since you arrived,” she says sweetly.

“Is there any news?” Elvis asks.

The nurse shakes her head.  “I’m not your mama’s nurse, Mr. Presley.  I just got assigned to bring you food.  I don’t know anything.”

Elvis swallows and nods slowly.  “What…what time is it?”

“6pm.  You slept nearly fourteen hours.”

Elvis nods again, but he looks a little guilty.  “You needed it, baby,” you say, handing his spoon to him.  “You need to eat.”  The nurse leaves.

Elvis looks down at his oatmeal.  He doesn’t seem that interested in it, but you pick it up and set it in his hands anyways.  “I know you’re not hungry, but you gotta have something.”  You take a bite of your own oatmeal.  It wasn’t delicious, but you were starving.  

Elvis shook his head.  “My stomach’s in knots.  I can’t eat a thing.”

“I know.  You have to try.”  You take his spoon to scoop up a bite for him, putting it up to his mouth.  He eats it.  You can tell it instantly makes him realize how hungry he’d been.  “Eat the whole bowl,” you tell him, handing him the spoon and getting back to work on your own food.  Slowly, he nods and starts eating again.  It takes a great weight off your chest to see him eating.  You were a little worried about his state, but as he eats, a lot of color comes back into his face.  By the time he’s finished the bowl, you’re almost done with yours.  You take the last few bites and set down the empty bowl.

He looks a thousand times better now that he’s eaten.  “You feeling better?” You ask him, and he nods.

“It’s gonna be ok,” you say, pulling him into a hug and putting your hand on the back of his head.  You can feel his body relax against yours.

“I’m scared,” he whispers, his voice breaking.

“I know.  I know, Elvis.”  That’s all you can bring yourself to say, feeling emotional as he pours his feelings onto you.  You pull away from the hug and put your hands on the side of his face.  “We’re gonna get through this, ok?”

He nods.  “Ok.  Ok.”  You move your hands down to hold his, squeezing them.  His eyes look into yours.  He looks so tired and scared.  Younger than usual.  You smile at him, and he manages a weak smile back.

“Promise…promise me you’ll stay with me,” he asks, his voice trembling a little as he puts a hand on your cheek.

You nod.  “I will.  Forever.  I’ll stay with you no matter what.”  He visibly relaxes a little at this, like he’d been afraid of you leaving him.  You rub the side of his shoulder.  “You have nothing to worry about,” you promise, and he nods, sighing.  You open your mouth to talk more, but as you do, the door opens and a different nurse comes through.

“Mr. Presley?” she says.

“Yes?” Elvis turns to her, taking his hand off of you.

You turn to look at him.  His eyes are wide.

“Uh…your mother…she went into cardiac arrest,” the nurse says, tears starting to fill her eyes.

“What?” you ask.

“Her heart gave out.  She’s…gone.  I’m so sorry,” the nurse says, her voice breaking with sadness.  Gone?  The world stops for a moment, and you can’t feel anything, blinking over and over again until you snap out of it. 

You turn to Elvis.  He’s staring at the wall in front of him.  He swallows, but doesn’t move a muscle.  His eyes are wide.

You bite your lip to keep from crying.

“Would you like to see her and say goodbye, Mr. Presley?” the nurse asks.

Elvis’s lip starts to quiver and his brow furrows as he continues to stare at the wall.  You run your hand up his back.  He looks numb.  Incredibly disoriented.

“Elvis, honey,” you say, but he interrupts you.

“No.”  His voice is weak, but firm.  “She–she can’t be gone.”

You don’t know what to say, inhaling a shaky breath from your nose.  “I’m sorry,

honey,”  you say.

“She can’t be gone,” he repeats, turning to you.  You grab his hand.

“I’m so sorry,” you say.

“Mr. Presley, if you’d like to see her now, you can say your goodbyes,” the nurse repeats.  Elvis shakes his head.  It’s like he doesn’t believe this is real.

“Come on, honey,” You say, standing up.  He shakes his head, but you tug on him and he stands. He numbly follows, keeping your hand in his and his eyes on the floor.  As you walk out of the room, he opens his mouth as if to say something, but all that comes out is a shaky gasp.  You squeeze his hand.  “You’re okay.”

His jaw is shaking still as you follow the nurse into a private suite.  When she opens the door, Gladys is lying on the bed.  She looks peaceful.  She’s not breathing.  She is still.  Utterly lifeless.  It really hits you then, and you start to feel tears come down your cheeks.  Your eyes glance at the other side of the room, where Vernon is sitting, sobbing, with his head in his hands.  You look up at Elvis, who approaches the bed slowly and reaches for his mother’s hand.  When he feels her skin against his, reality smashes into him and he breaks.  He takes several fast, gasping breaths before he starts to cry.  He can’t stand anymore, dropping onto his knees with a thud and keeping Gladys’ hand in his.  His head is down but you can see the stream of tears and hear the violent, anguished, gasping sobs you’d never heard someone make before.  He mumbles something between his cries, but it’s unintelligible.  You squat beside him and put your hand on his back, feeling him shaking over and over again as cries wrack his body.

You can’t help but cry quietly beside him, feeling his grief.  Glancing over at Vernon, you see still has his head in his hands, unable to look at his wife or son.  You don’t know how long you stay like that.  Next to Elvis, listening to him cry and rubbing his back.  You’ve never seen someone so sad.  His sobs eventually turn to gasps and whines, and you look out the window and see the sun is starting to set.  Your feet are starting to go numb.  Elvis starts to quiet after a while, and the nurse speaks softly, gently.

“We have to take her to the morgue now, Mr. Presley,” she tells him.

“No,” he cries, squeezing her hand tighter.  You stand up a little and put your hands on his waist, trying to get him to stand up by pulling.  He’s stubborn, but weak, and you’re able to pull him to his feet.  He takes one look at his mother’s face and starts sobbing again.  He turns to you and you put your hand on his cheek.  His eyes and the area around them are red, contrasting his pale, tear-soaked face.  His breathing is too fast.  He’s not getting enough air.

“Elvis, sit down,” you tell him.  “You’re going to make yourself pass out, honey.”  You ease him towards the chair opposite Vernon’s, and he all but collapses into it.  “Breathe.  Slower,” you tell him as he bends over, putting his head in his hands.  You pat his back in a slow rhythm to try and get him to relax and regulate his breathing.  Vernon has stopped crying now and shakes hands with the nurse as she apologizes to him.  You don’t watch, but you hear the footsteps and the wheels start to roll as they take Gladys out of the room.  Elvis can’t hear it over his cries and gasps, but after a few minutes of you whispering to him and patting him gently, his breathing evens out and he looks up to see that she’s gone.  Vernon comes over.

“Son, we need to go now,” he says quietly.  You can see Elvis’s eyes are welling up with tears again.  “There’s—there’s a car waiting for us outside.”

You nod, taking Elvis’s hand and helping him up slowly.  You guide his arm around your shoulder.  There’s no way he can walk in this state on his own.  You follow Vernon to the exit of the hospital.  He’s silent, keeping his head down and shuffling slowly next to you as you make your way into the backseat of the car outside.  Elvis puts his head in his hands as the car takes off, and you keep your hand on the upper part of his back, pressing your other hand on his thigh.  The ride is silent save for Elvis’s small gasps between cries, and it goes by quickly.  As you pull up to Graceland, Vernon gets out of the car on his side and comes around to you and Elvis’s side, opening the door for the two of you.  Elvis looks up and takes his father’s hand to get out of the car and you follow, letting him put his arm around you again.  You silently take him upstairs and into his room, lowering him to the bed gently before sitting to the left of him.  He’s still crying, much quieter than before, but you can hear his shaky breaths and soft whimpers.  He’s on his side, trembling, with his back facing you. 

“Elvis,” you whisper softly.  It’s hard for you to keep your composure.  You’d known Gladys for six years, being Elvis’s girlfriend since senior year.  Losing her was painful for you, too.  But it was a million times more painful for Elvis, and it hurt you to see him suffering so much.  “Elvis, honey, you’re gonna be ok.”  You put your arm over his waist, resting on his stomach, and your other hand combs through his hair gently.

“I c-can’t live wi-without her.”  His stuttering cuts a hole in your heart, a reminder of the shy, nervous boy who was bullied for his speech impediment when he was younger.  He still stutters occasionally now, especially when he’s upset or tired.

“You will, baby,” You say.  He has to.  Your hand that was in his hair moves to his face, to his soft cheeks which are stained with tears that you wipe away.  You have a decent view of his face.  You’ve never seen him so sad in your life.  You’ve never seen anyone so sad.

“I can’t,” he cries, fresh tears streaming down his cheeks.  You wipe them again.

“You can.  You’ll go on,” you tell him, leaning down and kissing his temple.  “You’re gonna be ok.  I promise.”  It doesn’t stop his crying, but he does lean into your touch a little more.

The door bursts open, and you turn to see the Colonel and Vernon in the doorway.

“Elvis,” the Colonel says, “There’s some people who want to take some photographs outside.  The press.”

“N-no,” Elvis says, keeping his back to the door.

“Elvis…” Vernon says. 

“Just a few photographs.  They’re not going to do anything to hurt you,” the Colonel reassures him.

Elvis seems a little calmed at the Colonel’s words, and he slowly sits up and wipes his eyes.  “I’ll…I’ll go out f-for a few minutes,” he says.  You help him out of bed and walk with him behind the Colonel and Vernon down the stairs.  As he walks out the door with Vernon, you sit down at the bottom of the steps and put your head in your hands, letting yourself cry.  Gladys is gone.  Forever.  You hadn’t seen much of her over the past few months, temporarily moving back into your parents’ house when Elvis left, but when you came to Graceland to check in on Elvis’s parents while he was away, she was always sad, drinking or taking pills.  She was heartbroken when Elvis left.  She’d lost her first son and couldn’t bear the thought of losing her other.

As you cry, you feel a tap on your shoulder and look up to see the Colonel holding a glass of water.  “Thank you,” you mumble, taking a drink and wiping your mouth before handing the glass back to him.  He wordlessly nods sympathetically and walks away.  After a few minutes of staring at the door in front of you, it opens and Elvis comes back in.   You stand up and he comes into your arms. 

“You did good…you did good,” you tell him, rubbing your hand up and down his back.  He doesn’t respond.  He’s still shaking from head to toe, weak with grief, barely able to breathe from the pain clenching his throat and pressing on his chest.

“Come on, honey,” you say.  “Let’s go upstairs…”  You pull away from him, wrapping an arm around him, and guide him up the stairs and back into his room.  He collapses onto the bed, curling on his side again.  He’s stopped crying for now, numbly looking out the window and taking labored breaths with his arms over his chest.  He looks like he’s struggling to keep his eyes open.

There’s no point in trying to get him to change.  After everything that happened today, you worry that the effort could be too much.  You can give him a bath tomorrow and change him into something more comfortable.  At the very least, you’ll take off his shirt and pants, leaving him in his undershirt and boxers for the night.  Leaning down, you easily unbutton his pants, and he lets you slide them off.  Getting his shirt off is harder.  You have to pry his arms away from his chest to unbutton it and pull it off, setting it on the floor.  He crosses them again, still keeping his eyes in straight ahead.

“You’re gonna be ok.”  Your voice is soft and gentle, as reassuring as you can make it.  He looks up to you and shakes his head, his face crumpling and chest shaking visibly as he draws in a breath.  It’s the only night he’s ever spent in his life without his mama.

“I…I c-can’t sleep knowin’ she’s not here,” he whispers.  “We slept in the same bed till I was thirteen.  And now…” Tears start to stream down his face again, and you lay down behind him, kissing the nape of his neck.

“I know.  I know…” that’s all you can say.  He starts to sob again.  You don’t even know how he has it left in him.  He must be exhausted at this point, having cried for some five hours at this point, seeing as the sky is black now.

Your hand gently rubs his side back and forth, trying to soothe him, but you’re exhausted too.  “It’s gonna get better, baby,” you say softly, but he continues to sob and shake.  

“I can’t….I can’t live without her…I can’t,” he repeats over and over again between cries.  The pain of seeing him like this is palpable and exists on every level, aching in your chest, pounding in your head, gripping your throat.  

“It’s ok.  You’re ok.”  Your hand gently goes under his shirt, feeling the bare skin of his side.  He doesn’t feel like he’s the wrong temperature in any way.  That’s a good sign, but it does little to ease your worry for him as you closely feel his desperate breaths under your hand.  “Breathe, baby, breathe,” you urge him.  It’s like he physically can’t, like it’s not just grief that’s attacking him, but panic. 

“You have to calm down, Elvis.  You’re going to hurt yourself.  Please.”  Your begging does nothing.  He can’t stop crying.  He can’t relax even for a moment.  You resolve to continue rubbing up and down his side and whispering gently to him, reminding him that you’re there and you’ll stay.

When you look out the window, the stars are out but there’s no moon in the sky. Memphis is quiet save for Elvis’s raspy sobs and desperate gasps for air.  You put your head down on the pillow.  The only thing you can do is continue to be with him, praying that tomorrow will bring some form of peace to your troubled hearts.

But it doesn’t.

thank you for reading <3 I love you!

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Death Flower

Day 13 of celebration marathon

Platonic!Luke castellan x Reader

-£ ask: Can I request an imagine for your 5k celebration (congrats!!) with Luke castellan? Maybe here, Luke comforts reader beacuse she feels out of place in camp half blood cause she's the daughter of hades and beacuse of that, people either fear or dislike her

-£ warning: really short, slightly angsty, comfort, I have little knowledge of hades kids so far but I researched, bulling themes.

it was a lonely life of a doomed half-blood.

as soon as you were claimed by hades you were pushed away by the others, left to yourself. you just started to get on your feet until they pushed you to the ground to claw your way back up. people would take one look at you and turn the other way with fear in their eyes or hatred. once you were just another kid with nothing special who walked almost in the shadows. but know they placed a light on you, it was ironic. shadows were friends now.

but you had one true friend. luke from hermes cabin took you under his wing from the moment you arrived at camp and now that everyone turn on you he refuses to let go. he hated how lost you looked, you reminded him of himself and he hated that.

“don’t be like that,” he calls out while he ruffles your hair. you sat alone in your quiet place, a view over the forest. no one ever bothered you out here and you liked it. you liked the peace and quiet.

“Like what?” You look at the taller boy standing near you with a soft smile. no fear, no hate. he made you feel welcome.

“So gloomy and brooding.” He snickers while you roll your eyes and huff. As soon as you look away from him he takes a seat next to you and sighs. you bite your lip and silently think to yourself, while he keeps himself quiet to look over the campgrounds with you.

it wasn’t fair that you suffered for your parents, it wasn’t fair that the gods could hold that power too. It makes him sick inside to watch you each day with a frown on your face as no one bothers to talk to you. how could someone see anything harmful in you?

“Give it time, people will come around.” He moved closer at hit his shoulder to yours trying to lift your spirits. “After all no one should fear the kid who falls with nothing under them.” He laughs when you push him away with a angry face but he can see a smile coming through.

“It was my first day! And I swear I hit something,” you cross your arms harshly over your chest.

“Sorry, i couldn’t resist.” He pats your shoulder. “I think you’re doing great. They will see how amazing you are in time, people here are just…” he pauses. You turn and nod slightly in understanding.

“So caught up their parents drama?”

“Exactly like that,” he smirks. Maybe you both were more alike then he thought. You seemed to catch on quick.

“Now come back, you’re going to miss dinner. I’ll even bless you with my presence and sit with you.” You both get up and walk towards the direction back to camp.

“Lucky me.” you fake sarcasm. He doesn’t like that so he takes your head in his arms and messes up your hair while dragging you along the path.

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I Never Die, I Only Breed: Level 5 - (G)I-dle Miyeon

TW: Knotting, slight body modification

A/N: This is the closest thing to Savage(d) I’ve written since it’s another imaginary “world” where I can stretch things further, so just throwing the warning up front. I know knotting is typically associated with furry stuff, but I kinda imagine it as an extension of the breeding kink, so that’s how I wrote it. It’s not for everyone, but yeah, just wanted to write it once.

You're in a room—there is a bed, there is a door. There is no mirror though, between that and the throne bed you wake up in, you remember that you just finished a slow pleasurable round with Minnie. You rise from the bed, and immediately Minnie is stroking your arm, enticing you to stay.

"Come back to bed oppa, stay a while longer, put another baby in me..."

"I would love to, but I need to progress. I'll be back, I promise."

"Okay, don't be too long." Every word of Minnie is a wisp of seduction and addiction, and very reluctantly you pull away and leave her. You throw on a bathrobe and go through the door.

"Hello, congratulations and welcome for making it this far." Miyeon waits for you on her bed, complete with a pink bathrobe.

"Thanks." You wait at a distance, expecting some sort of requirement or task from Miyeon. She looks at you quizzically and pats the spot next to her.

"What's the matter? Come over." She tears the robe off you as soon as you get near her. "Miyeonie wants your cum!" Before you can say anything she has mounted you, her own robe already slipping from her shoulders.

"Wait— Mmph! No gimmick, no nothing?" you blurt out between gasps as Miyeon's slick heat overwhelms you. She shakes her head and shuts you up with a kiss. You groan and in no time at all you're shooting your load into her. Is that it? This last level is just a victory lap?

"Thanks for the cum, you failed, bye!" Miyeon's still on top of you as she waves goodbye to your inevitable loss of consciousness.

You're in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. You scratch your head at walk to the mirror, was there nothing to do at all? Miyeon made no demands of you, simply jumping on you and having you cum in her. That should have been enough! You do notice a few new gauges on the mirror.

Miyeon:

Love: 0/100

Lust: 1/100

Breed: 0/100

Likes: Unknown

Dislikes: Unknown

Neutral: Unknown

You groan as you realize what you have to do, and why there are so many items available to be bought in the mirror—you had to "win" her over by giving her gifts. You start picking out some gifts from the mirror—books, makeup, flowers, wine, it was almost stereotypical. You shrug and head over to Minnie's room.

"Oppa you're back! How was the round with Miyeon?"

"Fast. Do you know what she likes?"

"Chocolates, snacks, noodles, art stuff."

"Damn, I'm supposed to give her stuff she likes."

"Oh, you're on that phase, I remember guys giving her a bunch of stuff, but they stopped coming back after a while."

"Why not?"

"Took too long? Something about Miyeon only accepting a gift a day, that's what they mumble when they head into her room." Oh damn, that would take a while.

"Do you know what's her deal? Like why it takes so long?"

"Miyeon? She likes cum as much as the rest of us, but she doesn't want the whole breeding part, so you have to make her fall in love with you, to make her want to start a family with you." It sounded sweet, if not for the fact that she's barring your progress.

"And to make her fall in love I just have to give her gifts?"

"I guess? I dunno, what she likes is not my business." She wraps her arms around your neck. "Now enough about Miyeon, think about starting a family with me..." You let yourself be pulled down to the bed, and Minnie's on top of you swiftly. She strokes your shaft quickly to get you to full hardness, and with a soft smile she sinks on to you.

"God you feel so good Minnie..." you moan, watching her breasts bounce as she rocks back and forth on top.

"Yeah, give me that cum, I can't imagine not having it in my pussy!" Minnie's whimpers and dirty love whispers flood your ear as you fill her up with a sigh, making her contract and clench around you exquisitely. She continues to grind on you slowly, drawing the last of your seed into her. She eventually gets off you with a kiss, your warm fluid leaking out of her.

"Come back soon." You nod and get dressed again before heading to Miyeon's room.

"Hi Miyeon, I got you a gift!"

"Oh thanks! Makeup is, umm, nice I guess, thank you!" Damn, definitely not a gift she likes. "Sex then?" She jumps straight into things and on to you. "Oooh!" You roll her around and take the position on top—maybe this will work? Powerfully you thrust down into her, and Miyeon coos up at you.

"Oh yes, give it to me, give it to me big boy!" It is almost mocking the way she urges you on, but she feels too good to resist or argue, and you launch a load into her quickly. "Thanks for the cum, but you failed again, come back soon!"

Damn it!

You're in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. You stumble over to the mirror and look at the gauges. It now reads:

Miyeon:

Love: 2/100

Lust: 1/100

Breed: 0/100

Likes: Unknown

Dislikes: Unknown

Neutral: Makeup

Wow, you barely made a dent. You note that there is a small tooltip on the gauges now, so you look at what they say:

Love: Increases by 3 points for a gift Miyeon loves, 2 points for a neutral gift, -5 points for a gift she dislikes. Decays by 1 point a day.

Lust: Increases by 3 points every time she has sex, resets to 1 point when she is creampied. Grows by 1 point a day.

Breed: Increases by 4 points every time she has sex when "Lust" gauge is full. Increases by 3 points a day when "Love" gauge is full. Decays by 2 points a day. Only open to breeding when gauge hits 100.

You could barely wrap your mind around how long that would take, but without a doubt, you would have to visit Miyeon often. And you'd have to not give her a creampie either? It sounds impossible! You buy a few gifts that Minnie said Miyeon would like, and something catches your eye.

Condoms: Single use - 5000 Neverpoints

That would work right? You had enough for a few condoms, so you buy two for now. You go to Yuqi for a round, hoping to get more information about Miyeon.

"Miyeon?" Yuqi asks, lazily rubbing her cum-dripping slit. "She just likes cum, give her cum and she'll take any gift."

"That's not helpful! I need more information! What happens if I withhold cum?"

"What do you mean, withhold cum?" Yuqi's face is blank, as if she is a large language model that hasn't been trained on your question. "I'm afraid I am not equipped to answer that question."

"Never mind. Thanks." You give her a peck and head to Miyeon. You give her chocolates, which at least she likes, and this time you push her on all fours, making sure she can't see what you're doing. You withdraw the condom from your inventory and put it on, but as soon as you push into her Miyeon has pulled away from you before jumping on you with surprising strength. She snarls at you, her nails drawing lines on your face.

"Look you little prick, you wrap that up again, and I'll delete your save and publish your browser history, are we clear?" You can only gasp and nod as she sinks on to you. The expression on her face is foul and dark, angry that you even tried the little trick. Miyeon squeezed and rode you well, but it was merely perfunctory, like you were a tap she was turning on for cum. Her breath hitches, but beyond the clenching of your shaft she lets nothing slip, and you surrender your cum to her soon after. There is a flash of motion, and your cheek is still stinging as you black out.

You're in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. You rub your jaw—it felt numb, but otherwise you suffered no lasting damage from her slap. What hurt more is what you saw on the mirror.

Miyeon:

Love: -50/100

Lust: 1/100

Breed: 0/100

Likes: Chocolates

Dislikes: Condoms

Neutral: Makeup

Minus 50?! Your little attempt just cost you almost a month of progress, why did they even sell condoms then? You rack your brain to come up with some other solution—nothing else had prepared you for this! You eventually come up with a potential solution, but there's no way you're testing it on Miyeon first.

"Oh, you're here?" Soyeon calls out to you from her desk. "Been a while."

"Yeah, sorry, I want to test something, would you mind?"

"Sure. How do you want me?" Soyeon asks casually, a far cry from the last time you left her. You motion her to lie down on the bed, and as you enter both her holes with your Johnson & Johnson perk, Soyeon slowly turns into your mewling queen once more.

"Oh god, my king, you fill my holes so well! Why didn't you come back sooner?"

"Sorry my queen, I need to finish the game."

"It's fine, I forgive you, just finish in me before you do!" You wince even as you thrust—that is exactly what you were not going to do to Soyeon. She starts wailing in pleasure as you thrust harder, trying to finish your experiment as quick as you can. She grabs you, urging you to kiss her as she feels you throb, yet at the last moment you grunt and do the unthinkable—you pull out. Soyeon's mouth opens and closes aimlessly as she watches your rich cum pool and splatter on her abs, the sensation of being filled suddenly ripped from her.

"No! What are you doing!" She swipes your load up with fingers, wantonly stuffing her fingers back into herself, but it is not the same. "Why would you do that!" You are shocked by her reaction—rather than anger like Miyeon, Soyeon's begging, clutching your arm desperately.

"Please, please cum in me, I can't finger it deep enough!" You take pity on her, and Soyeon holds her legs apart for you as you take her again. This time she sighs happily as you plunge into her pussy, quelling her heat even without a cock in her ass. Her legs wrap around you, and her hands hook underneath your shoulders, trying to pull you in further.

"You really don't want me to pull out do you?"

"No, I need to feel you cum, it doesn't feel right otherwise." Soyeon gasps as you drive deep into her. You give Soyeon just that, and she seizes up in a strong climax as you flood her with seed. You prepare to fade out, having orgasmed twice in a run, but after a while you still feel energized and hard—do orgasms not count if you don't finish in someone? Soyeon squeals in delight as you fill her a second time, and after this round you do fade to black.

You're in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. You check the mirror again.

Miyeon:

Love: -51/100

Lust: 0/100

Breed: 0/100

Likes: Chocolates

Dislikes: Condoms

Neutral: Makeup

Well, you did not expect any changes there. What has changed is a new perk in the shop.

Cum Now Spill Later: Orgasm without spilling your load, it is saved for later—unlocked after 100 consecutive pull outs

Your eyes bugged out at the requirement, 100 pull outs in a row? No creampies? Given how needy Soyeon was, you can only imagine how Shuhua, Yuqi, or Minnie would react. How would you pull it off, how would you resist them after they ask you for it?

You go to Shuhua, and you kneel and beg for her understanding.

"I don't get it, why do you have to pull out?"

"I need to do it to unlock a perk, and I need the perk to finish the game."

"There's no other way?"

"Not really, it would take too long, please Shuhua?" She bites her bottom lip, before agreeing.

"Okay, I don't know how I'll react when you pull out though."

You nod and take position on top of her.

"I'll make you cum first okay?" Shuhua nods and softly moans as you focus on her pleasure, angling just right into her. You knew just how to pleasure Shuhua by now, and with a finger pressed on her clit you tilt her over. You take Shuhua's cry as a signal, and as she rides her orgasm out you take the opportunity to chase your own, hoping the pleasure distracts her from what you'll do. You pull out and stroke yourself over her stomach, layering it with your cum. The two of you take deep breaths as you recover, and you keep an eye on Shuhua to gauge her reaction. Her brow is furrowed, but she manages to stay in control.

"I'm fine, this is okay, I think."

"Okay, can I go again?" In return for not finishing in her, you are able to continue, and every load you cover Shuhua with does not count towards ending your run. Shuhua though slowly turns into a mess, both from pleasure and from the heat slowly growing in her. Her hands go from your arms to the sheets, twisting and tearing, then they go back to your arms, gripping you tightly.

"Oppa, please, I need!" You feel her legs wrap around you—this is dangerous. Shuhua cries out as you push her knees back, and you pound her quickly to finish yourself off. With a grunt you pull out, and hungrily Shuhua sits up and leans forward. "My mouth!" She grips you and wraps her lips around your tip, and unable to control yourself any further you spew down her throat. You end up massaging her scalp as she sucks your load out greedily.

"Is-Is that okay?" she asks after, wiping her mouth. "Can you cum in my mouth?"

"I think so..." You check the unlock progress, and thankfully you're about a third of the way there. "Yes, that's fine, we should have tested earlier."

"Sorry, I just needed to feel your cum in me. I'm okay for now."

"N-No, I put you through a lot, thanks Shuhua, I'll go to the others." Shuhua nods understandingly, but you still see a flash of desire in her eyes—you'll have to come back after. For now, you leave her for Yuqi, who's on you immediately.

"Oh my god it's been a while." Yuqi mumbles as she takes you in her mouth. Your fingers go to her head, and you happily help Yuqi fuck her mouth on your cock. You dump a load down her gullet, and you surprise her as you quickly get hard again. After the second and third load Yuqi is drooling on your shaft, but she has to back off to have a breather.

"Wow you can keep going?" You nod as you check your progress—no progress made, perhaps it didn't count since technically you didn't pull out? You must not have noticed with Shuhua earlier.

"Yeah, can I cum on your face though?"

"What? You don't want to creampie me? Who are you, are you a hacker?" Yuqi stands up, an accusatory glare etched on her face.

"No no, I need it to finish the game." You explain the situation to her.

"Tch, Miyeon and her gimmicks, fine." Yuqi starts stroking you, sucking on your tip not unlike Shuhua did. When you cum though, you make sure to inch back, covering her rosy lips with white. You also cover the rest of her face over multiple loads.

"Ew, how much more can you cum?" Yuqi winces as she wipes a handful of cum off her face.

"Sorry, I can cum elsewhere if you want."

"Yeah, sure, umm, just fuck me then and pull out?" Yuqi lies down on the bed and let's you top her. You fuck her with long strokes, and like Shuhua she starts to cum over and over again, your continued hardness driving her to peak after peak, only pausing for you to pull out and spill on her flat tummy every so often. You see the same manic look in her eyes, and you feel her thighs close around on your hips. "I want your cum!"

"Later, or just in your mouth then!" Yuqi immediately gets up, and before you know it you're unloading down her throat again. Yuqi hums as she swallows, as if savouring something particularly tasty. The hungry look is diminished from her eyes when she opens them once more.

"Thanks Yuqi, I think I should go."

"No, stay, I want more cum!" The look is merely diminished.

"I-I can't, sorry, I'll be back later!" You hurry out of the room as Yuqi starts moving towards you again. Your cock points you in the next natural direction—Soyeon.

"Hey, I'm back."

"You're not pulling out on me again this time are you?"

"I'm afraid I have to."

"No! What if you cum in my ass, does that count? That's a loophole right?"

"Sorry, it doesn't count either."

"Ugh... fine, just do it a few times, pull out too many times and I'm jumping on you and not getting off."

"Thanks." You kiss Soyeon appreciatively, and she turns away from you and gets on all fours. Getting her drift you plunge into her easily, and soon she's gripping the sheets, moaning at your thrusts. Your first load goes across her butt, and you smear your tip with some of your load and push it back into her. This doesn't go unnoticed as Soyeon begins to back herself on to you, more into it than before. The second shot goes across her lower back, and you pause to push some of it into her pussy. With a few more loads her thighs are stained and dripping with your thick cum, and Soyeon turns to face you.

"Last one my King, put it in my ass or I'm jumping you." You heed her threat, and with some cum as lube, your perks let you enter Soyeon's ass smoothly. You start slow, but her ass is too tight to stay slow for long, and soon you're pumping into her, feeling her fingers as well as she stuffs what cum she can collect into her.

"Come on, give me that cum, I want it!" She constricts around you, and when her hand finds your sack you are groaning and leaning over her, dumping a load straight into her ass.

"Fuck Soyeon!"

"That's it, give it to me! Fuck that's warm!" Soyeon groans gratefully into the sheets, and as she slumps on the bed her lower back is a completely different shade from the rest of her body, covered in a sheen of your cream.

"Thanks, I'll be back."

"Mmhmm, you better." You check your progress—only a few more pull outs left. Minnie waits for you atop her throne bed. As you sit on the bed she is instantly twisting around you, snaking her long legs between yours.

"Minnie, I will need to pull out." You let her know, and as always Minnie is the perfect lover.

"I know, I understand, I'm here to make you cum as fast as possible." She draws you into her, and to your surprise, Minnie turns you into a two-pump chump, as you are hastily pulling out of her already.

"Argh fuck, sorry..." Minnie shushes you and pulls you back into her.

"It's okay, this is all about you." You fuck and cum quickly on Minnie repeatedly, until finally, you unlock the perk.

"Okay, it's done."

"Well, what would be different?" Minnie asks.

"I don't know, let's find out." Without having to worry about pulling out you start fucking Minnie with vigor, delighting in her joyful cries. You don't last for very long regardless, as the pleasure rushes up your spine you briefly focus on not spilling your load. Your world turns white briefly, but as you huff and pull out of Minnie, you don't see any cum leaking out of her, only some slick. Minnie asks you a question she's never asked before.

"Did you orgasm? It sure felt like it, but I didn't feel any cum."

"Yeah I did, I guess it works then." Minnie clings to you and forces you to the bed. For the first time you see in her eyes that same glint you've seen in Shuhua and Yuqi.

"Now turn it off, and get me off." You're not sure how to "turn it off", but you don't worry about that for now, you worry about turning off the cocksleeve that is Minnie grinding on top of you, a hand on her tits and another between her legs, rubbing her clit. She's focused on making herself cum as hard as possible, and you plant your feet to help her with that. Your hands cuff Minnie to your body, one on the back of her neck and one on her lower back, holding her down as you start slamming up into her pussy. A shriek becomes a gasp as you firmly hold her, and it turns into a long moan, jarred by every thrust you put into her. You squeeze her butt, and a digit sinks into her ass as you pull her down and cum, this time releasing your load into her.

"Oh fuck, that's it, that's it..." Minnie's eyes roll into her head as the sensations of your hot cum and surprise finger overwhelm her, and all her muscles tense and go taut. She goes limp and slumps against you, totally out of it—the first time a climax has hit her this hard. Pleased with yourself you cover her in a blanket— time to reward the other members for their help too.

You're in a room—there is a bed, there is a mirror, there is a door. You get off the bed, satisfied with the state you've left Shuhua, Yuqi, and Soyeon in. Shuhua's in her bed, massaging her belly in a daze after you pumped her with five orgasms' worth of cum all at once; You nearly choked Yuqi with your built-up load, and had to tilt her head back so that all your cum could drain down her throat smoothly; Soyeon is left sitting weirdly in her production "studio"—she swears she can still feel your cum in her ass, but surely you have fully drained out of her by now.

And now for Miyeon.

Miyeon:

Love: -60/100

Lust: 10/100

Breed: 0/100

"Where have you been?" Miyeon asks as you enter her room, annoyed at being left alone for so long.

"Busy, but I'm here to fuck you now."

"Fine, let's do it." Miyeon sighs in relief as you fill her, and soon she gets herself off around you. Miyeon's lust is now 12.

"Good, now go ahead, you can cum." You smirk and nod, and with a few more humps into her you orgasm without releasing your load.

"Mmm, that was nice," you comment, and Miyeon looks at you confusedly.

"Wait, you did? I didn't feel—" You place a finger on her lips to shush her.

"Shhh, just because I came doesn't mean you get a creampie. Now I'm going to keep fucking you." Before Miyeon can say anything you start pumping your still hard shaft into her again. 13, 16, 19... At first Miyeon is happy to enjoy your long-lasting hardness, but as she cums repeatedly and feels you throb with her own orgasms, she begins to get worried.

"Hey, are you not going to give me a creampie?" Miyeon asks during a pause, and you take the opportunity to change positions, making her get on top of you.

"Only if you let me breed you."

"No! I'll make you give me your cum before that!" She rides you with purpose, and you can feel her clench around you deliberately—it is a good attempt. You reach a peak with her, but you don't give her anything to work with. Miyeon bites her lower lip and keeps going. She rides herself on top of you for another few more orgasms before she slows down, losing her strength. Her lust is at 31 now.

"What's wrong, tired already?" You jibe. "You're not going to make me give you cum like that."

"No, please!" You push her weak form on to the bed, and you hook her legs around your elbows. Miyeon powerlessly squeals as she is powerfully pounded into the bed, her legs flailing as your other perks kick in, throwing her into a maelstrom of pleasure. 

This was far more than she bargained for or expected, but with every orgasm, her desire for more increases, her lust levels rising alarmingly fast. When you tire of bruising her hips you pull out and yank her head towards your cock, and when she has smeared lipstick all over your shaft, you cleaned it by putting it in her ass—it didn't matter which hole you fucked, Miyeon came all the same.

"Wait, oh god!" Miyeon screams as her lust gauge is filled completely, the loud splattering of her slick onto the sheets confirmation of the fact. 

Now to finish her off. 

You push her down to all fours, taking her from behind dominantly. Her cries of pleasure slowly wear down to whines and groans, a new heat taking her as her breed gauge grows. Your thrusts feel shorter in her, and you're striking at her g-spot directly. Miyeon looks down between her legs, at the connection, and her eyes widen.

"What is that?!" You look down, and the base of your cock is bulging, as if all your stored up cum from the session is in there, ready to be unloaded—it looked like a knot.

"That's all my cum for you, I've been enjoying my orgasms the whole time, the cum had to go somewhere. You want it?"

She begins to pant, and you see the desire for cum, that look the others have shown you when you kept pulling out. "Yes! Please, please!" Miyeon begs you, sweat trickling down her face as she tries to push back against your thrusts, urging you to give her your seed.

"I'll give it all to you, but I want you to say it."

"Give me all of your cum— mmmgh!" Miyeon cums again, the breed gauge continuing to rise.

"You didn't finish it, say it!" You growl as you orgasm as well, growing the knot.

"Give me all of your cum please, I want all of it!" Your cumknot smacks her clit with every thrust, and Miyeon turns delirious, her peaks beginning to blend together. Her toes and fingers feel numb, curling and seizing up for what felt like forever. All she can feel is your cock taking her, and that bulge pressed against her pussy, as if trying to enter her too. 90, 91, 92...

"That's not it Miyeon, you know what I want to hear." You pound her harder, knowing that completion was at hand. 97, 98, 99, the heat is unbearable!

"You win, you win, please..." Miyeon's trembling, drooling and crying from desire, her hair's messy, partly from you grabbing it for facefucks, partly from her hands looking to grab and tear at anything.

"Say it, SAY IT!"

100.

"B-Breed me, please breed me, I need your cum..." Miyeon breaks and crumbles, whispering what she wanted, what you needed to hear. Miyeon screams as you ram against her viciously, and on the second try you manage to sink fully into her. 

Her legs give out, and above her prone form you roar victoriously, letting yourself go completely. Miyeon's breath is cutoff, the sensation of the knot throbbing in her seeming to catch her throat as well. The flood of heat burns her senses, endless waves of thick rich seed filling her womb. You pull her head back and mark her neck, feeling her shaky moan on your lips as you continue to pump your cum into her with the slow grinding of your hips. Miyeon's breath grows short as the fullness in her abdomen grows, and she squeals as a surge of pleasure goes straight to her brain—Miyeon clenches around the knot, and she is finally bred.

"There, it's done." You try to detangle from her, but the knot prevents you from doing so, and so you lie with Miyeon, slowly and continuously pouring cum into her as it eventually shrinks.

"Congratulations," Miyeon mumbles sleepily in her cum-filled daze. "What's next?"

"I don't know, I finished the game haven't I? What happens next?"

"I dunno either, no one has ever bred me."

"Until now."

"Yes, until now." She pecks you. "You're going to have to come back."

"Oh I will," you agree. “I want to hear you say that again.” You cuddle Miyeon until you are finally able to pull out and look around. She gasps at the sudden emptiness, your cum oozing freely out of her freshly-bred hole. A door has appeared in her room—it is time to go. You kiss Miyeon goodbye and step through the door. You are greeted by a short credits screen, and then a taunting question.

Start New Game+?

You hit yes and close the game.

You're in your room—there is your bed, there is your mirror, there is your door. You take a deep breath—finally, finally you have finished the game! You rub one out after playing, but other than that you don't touch or think about the game, glad to be finally done with the grind.

A week later you receive an invitation from the developers of the game.

As the first person to complete the game, we would like to invite you to give us feedback.

On the invitation is a time and a place. You dress up nicely and show up at the appointed place, apparently a hotel suite—perhaps the whole dev team is there!

The whole dev team was there, specifically, the five (G)I-dle members. Miyeon tosses you a bathrobe.

"Take a shower, get ready for New Game Plus."

A/N: Finally done with the series, I won’t lie it was hard getting this one out because I had to do the whole build up to the final scene, that’s why it took so long. I had the idea for the longest time, just kept putting off writing the whole process of unlocking that “perk”, guess it really is a grind lol. Thanks for reading!

[iwritewhump]

chained to a table

2023 year of whump

1437 words

characters: kier, phoenix, lux

warnings: drugging, needle, captivity, cursing, stabbing, (implied future) violence

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Kier blinks, trying to chase the sleep from his body. He strains to move, to get up and look around. Because he doesn’t remember falling asleep in the back of a van. And that’s scary.

“Cy, he’s awake.” someone says. 

Someone looks at him, their face right above his, “Fucker. You said the dose would keep him under until we got everything set up.” 

“Well obviously I fucked up. Just give him another dose.” 

The face above him rolled its eyes and pulled away. Things move around by Kier’s head and he strains to move. 

“Hey,” he says. Kier freezes. “That’s enough of that. Don’t want you to move just yet.” A needle plunges into Kier’s shoulder and everything goes fuzzy again. 

Something digs into Kier’s wrists and this time, he doesn’t waste time waking up slowly. He tries to fight against whatever’s holding his arms behind his back, and for a moment, it feels like the ropes are giving. 

He manages to get them undone enough to look around the room. He’s tied to the leg of a table, too heavy for him to move, and the window doesn’t show anything else outside, so it must be a high level. Or in the middle of nowhere. Kier doesn’t know which one is better.

He’s in a kitchen; there’s a fridge, oven, microwave, and cabinets. The floor is blue linoleum and the walls are yellow with white flowers painted on. If he wasn’t tied to the table, he’d think it was beautiful. 

Someone walks into the room. Kier hears their heavy footsteps and instantly goes still. He slows his breathing, closes his eyes, and lets his head loll back. 

He sighs and Kier can hear him coming closer. He strains his ears to gauge how close he is and as soon as he’s close enough for him to maybe hit him, he kicks out. 

He jumps back and frowns, “That was close. Maybe next time.” 

Kneeling in front of Kier, he tilts his head. “Do you know who I am?” 

Kier rolls his eyes. Of course he knows who this is. Anyone who’s been anywhere in the past decade would. He stares at him, refusing him an answer.

“Okay, fine. You don’t want to talk. That’s fine.” He sits down and kicks his legs out in front of him, letting his mechanical wings sag behind him. “Just to be sure you do know who I am, I’ll tell you. Lux. I’m sorta this city’s guardian. And I’ve been watching you for a few months. With at least seven kills, you’ve been at the top of my list of things to deal with.

“You’re just here at least until the mayor gets re-elected. Then we’ll figure out what to do with you. I’m thinking life in prison; but who knows. It’s still a while till elections and I could have a change of heart.” Lux says. 

He inhales sharply and stands up, brushing dust off of his clothes. “Well, I have some stuff to set up before that paralytic wears off fully, so if you’ll excuse me.” 

Kier glares at him as he walks toward the window. He looks up and nods, then walks out of the room. 

Kier sits there, the ropes digging into his wrists, until he hears more footsteps. These are lighter than Lux’s and Kier can only imagine they’re Phoenix's. Lux’s sidekick, she’s supposedly immortal, but as far as anybody knows, she’s never died. 

He leans his head back, letting it rest on the table leg, and watches her walk up to the window and toss a rope over the support beam running along the ceiling. 

She manages to make it over on her first try and silently celebrates before tying the ends together. 

“What’s that for?” Kier asks. 

She turns and tilts her head, “Cy said you weren’t talking.” 

“Curiosity got the better of me,” he says. 

She hums, “He’s getting the cage out from storage. Or the cell, whichever you prefer. I like cell, but he’s been calling it a cage. It’s been sitting in the basement for ages but since we finally found you, it can stop collecting dust down there.” 

“Okay…why the rope though?” Kier asks. “And while you’re answering my questions: why the fuck am I in the kitchen?”

“It’s gonna hang from the ceiling. I don’t know why, maybe it’ll make it harder for you to escape.” she says, shrugging. “Anyway, I’m here to string it up and put you in it. And you’re in the kitchen because it’s the only room with easy to clean floors. And Cy gets bored when he cooks. Likes someone to talk to.” 

He takes a deep breath and fights against the ropes again, grunting with effort. 

“That’s not gonna work, dude. I was in boy scouts when I was a kid. Those knots aren’t budging.” she says. 

He ignores her and feels his skin rip, and he bites his tongue to stop from crying out. Phoenix stands back, hands on her hips and looks up at the rope, “Good enough.”

She walks out of the room, promising to be back in a few minutes. 

Kier takes a deep breath and brings his wings out, they wrap around him and for just a moment, he feels safe. 

Lux stomps back into the room and laughs, “I was hoping you’d do that!” he cheers. Before Kier can pull his wings back in, Lux plunges a dagger into one. Kier shouts out. “Sorry for the extremities, but now it has to stay out, right? Since bringing them in would make it a lot worse next time?” 

Kier pants, “Fuck you.” 

“You wish,” Lux goads. He twists the dagger and rips it out of Kier’s wing, letting it clatter to the ground. “Hold still.” Lux’s hands fumble with the ties until they go loose. He uses the rope to tie Kier’s wings together. “Now,” Lux says, standing back to admire his work. “If you try to escape, I’ll have to find a way to keep you here, and it won’t be pleasant for either of us. I don’t know why you would try to escape though, you don’t have to do anything, just sit up in the cage and wait for the election to pass.” 

Phoenix walks back in the room, rolling a huge cage in front of her. It’s maybe four feet in circumference and ten feet tall. It looks like one of the sides is the door, and there’s a bolt lock keeping it closed. 

Kier watches as she pushes it upright, standing back to be sure it was facing the right way. 

“All ready for you, Cy.” she says, leaning against the wall. 

He nods and the metal wings flap, somehow lifting him into the air. He lands on the top of the cage and loops the rope into the ring on the top of the cage, pulling it tightly before sliding down the side of the bars. 

Lux pulls Kier to his feet and growls, “Do anything stupid and I’ll snap your fucking shin. Got it?” 

He pushes him in front of him to the cage and takes the lock off. He opens the door and lifts Kier inside. 

He slams the cage door shut and locks the door. He pushes the cage back, sending it swinging before leaving the room. 

Kier pants and slides to the floor, letting his wings fit through a gap in the bars. He glares at Phoenix as she stands in front of the cage. “What’s the plan now? Do I just fucking sit here until…until what? Huh? The election is over? Lux decides it’s too much trouble and kills me? What?” 

Phoenix sighs and walks up behind him. She unties the rope holding his wings together, “I don’t know. But, if I had any clue, I wouldn't tell you.” 

He bites his cheek as her hands grope at his feathers, attempting to smooth them out again. 

“Good news is you can’t see the blood.” she says in mock cheerfulness. “That’s a good sign, right?” 

“My wings are black,” he snaps. Phoenix huffs and walks away, muttering something about the silver fucking lining that Kier can’t quite catch. “So do I just sit here?” he asks himself. His wings wrap around him protectively and he pulls his legs up to his chest, resting his chin on his knees. 

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, doing his best to ignore the searing pain in his wing and the terror pulsing through him. He’d be fine, he always managed. Why would this be any different?

[fe14festivalofbondstranslations]

Hoshidan Festival: Selena and Ignatius Parent-Child Conversation

Ignatius truly seems like the more mature one here. He trails off A LOT in his Japanese speech, making him sound a little more tentative, though he freaks out quite a bit at other places in the game. Here, though, he has to act as the more responsible of the two, due to Selena’s (very understandable, given her history) addiction to shopping.

Selena: “Hey, Ignatius! Look at that stall over there! I heard that they’re selling rings made with valuable gemstones! I suppose I have no choice but to buy one, right?!”

Ignatius: “……”

Selena: “This is a perfume made from a flower that only blooms once every few years… Yeah! I’ll buy this later! No, wait! I see something else over there!”

Ignatius: “Mother… You need to calm down a little… If you want to shop… You can take your time once the festival resumes…”

Selena: “I-I know that! I just, I saw this stuff, and…”

Ignatius: “You try to buy everything you see…”

Selena: “A-and what’s wrong with that?! I can do as I please, can’t I!?”

Ignatius: “…I think you’re buying too much.”

Selena: “B-but… I need every one of these…”

Ignatius: “No, I’m pretty sure you don’t… It’s better to make your selections more carefully when you're shopping… If you do, you’ll become more attached to what you bought… Then it becomes something precious to you…”

Selena: “Hrrrrrm, well… I guess there is some truth to that…”

Ignatius: “I’m not saying that you can’t buy anything… I’m saying that you need to be more careful choosing what to buy… You get what I mean, right?”

Selena: “Of course I do. Though I can’t believe that my own son is the one telling me to be more careful about this…”

Ignatius: “Up to three… You can buy whatever you want but only three things…”

Selena: “What is this…? Doesn’t it feel more like YOU’RE the parent now?”

Ignatius: “Heh… You’re imagining things…”

Selena: “W-well then, YOUR limit is five. You can get whatever you want, but only up to five things.”

Ignatius: “Isn’t that a bit much…?”

Selena: “It’s fine! It’s perfectly permissible for children to want more stuff than adults! And after all, when I was little… I was in a place where there simply wasn’t much around, so I decided that if I ever had a kid someday, I would buy them lots of the stuff they want.”

Ignatius: “Mother…”

Selena: “You don’t need to hold back. I’m your mother after all.”

Ignatius: “…Understood. But I don’t need five things. There is only one thing I want.”

Selena: “Wh-what is it?”

Ignatius: “Time to spend with you, Mother.”

Selena: “…! Ignatius… W-well, I guess it can’t be helped. So, as soon as this battle is over, we’ll wander the festival together. And no matter how much you might protest, I’m not going to let you go until I’ve decided upon my three things!”

Ignatius: “Yeah. I’ll brace myself for that…”

[addictivepsychology]

Day 64

I feel so much better

Is this what it was like before I had the bacteria? I feel like a new person.

I had in n out last night right before bed and I’m not in a ton of pain. That has to be a good sign?

My stomach feels almost unaffected by food now and it’s almost scary to think about

I hope I don’t gain weight

I just want to keep losing

What will I do if I’m still positive, hope a second round will work

I really think these antibiotics worked

My stomach hasn’t felt this light in months

It’s almost as if everything is how it should be

Besides vitamin deficient

And not fully in shape

I squeezed your lemons yesterday for your bars,

I never know what to say to you

You’re fragile ,

Handle with care

And sensitivity

And it’s cliche but it’s fragile like a bomb, not a flower

I’m the flower

Apparently

I texted you last night but got no response , which figures

You’re hot and I’m me

Let’s see if we talk again

If not, there’s plenty of people in SoCal I want to date

But I felt safe with you, and calm

It’d be a shame if

That wasn’t what you felt

You texted me back ,

I hope you’re doing well, I’ve had a rough few days

But you don’t really care

And you don’t have to , and you shouldn’t

FaceTime dude texted me last night ,

Bland but that’s okay, it doesn’t need to be electric over text

Life isn’t like that

I don’t know what kind of connection I want

I don’t know what I want

I guess in available and emotionally unavailable

Whatever the fuck we all are these days since we’re damaged

Fucking damaged goods given to the bin to be refurbished by someone else who’s damaged

It’s lunch time and I’m sad again

Why does this keep happening,

Why do I need validation, I’ve been on my own for so long , but still somehow depended on someone else

How do I break the cycle

I guess work is really bringing me down too,

I just want it fixed and organized, and nobody to lie, people to tell me how to be better, but they’re all just talking about me now

And I wish I could be fixed

What do I do about my room

Should I get a storage unit

I go back and forth

I don’t want to pay but I think I’d be so much happier with a clean and organized space

It’s about $70 a month

But it’s like rent, you pay for the service and to be happy right now, not for the future

I almost cried at work today

A parent said they missed their child and was so excited to see them

I don’t know if I’ve heard a parent say that while picking up their kids from the daycare

Made me really want kids and a future with someone

I wonder what it’s like to love someone so much that I want a family and a life,

I’ve loved people that much before but I almost can’t imagine it now

I can’t imagine settling down or giving anything up again, I want to live and do what I want for a long time

One of you will be worth it, or multiple of you

I’m so fucking tired , I just want a cuddle and a movie

That’s all I ask for

But I’ll have another date soon, maybe that’ll give me my fix

I had dinner with your mom,

She asked about our breakup and I told her everything,

Because why not.

She helped me with you and she’s my only hope to make sure you don’t go back to stupid shit

She wants the best for you and loves you,

We all do

I just like to be out and you’re a homebody

You need therapy and lots of it

I wish it wasn’t at our expensive though,

Your mom looks like she isn’t in a good place though,

Skinnier and lip filler

That was never her, I hope she sees that she’s beautiful without it

And she can have a beautiful life

I can’t wait to see her again, we always have a good time,

We help each other make sure he does the best he can,

At least he has cheerleaders he doesn’t know about,

He always will

I loved you for years, but you need to love yourself

I can’t love you for you

Mr hippie called me saying he wanted to hear my voice

What a relief,

I hope he forgives me and we build trust

I’ll bake for him and drop off flowers tomorrow

I can’t wait to hear his voice and his calm,

I love his calm and positivity ,

I miss it

Nobody is like him

But that’s toxic to compare and even consider

We all have flaws

And I know yours too well

You are toxic but

I have to see it out

Even if it’s just because you’re hot

[aajjks]

TC!JK “Well yn.. You can sit here… I was about to go home anyways”

That made her feel a little disappointed that he was going so quickly. She wants to spend more time with him.

“I-I’m okay.. I just miss my mother… s-she.. she recently passed.”

“it’s hard without her you know she loved me so much. Nobody cares about me…”

“I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I am terribly sorry for what happened.”

So that's why he stopped coming. She feels so bad for him. She remembers his mother mentioning once to her father that he was the same age as her.

She cannot even imagine going through so much grief.

She turn to look at him and he has tears streaming down his face.

She wraps her little arms around his shoulders from where she's sitting beside him. The position isn't the most comfortable but at the moment all she wants is to comfort him, tell him that she cares about him, that she is here for him.

“It will all be okay. I promise you. You can always find me here at this time if you want to.” she tells him as she tries to comfort him.

It hurts her to see him cry like that and she would do anything to make him happy.

He smiles, “that’s sweet, yn..” jungkook says.

Jungkook feels awfully comforted by your words. You sound so sweet and gentle. “You’re right… it’ll be okay..” he mutters to himself.

Jungkook appreciates you. “Well I’d better go.” He announces, looking into your eyes for a moment, and you have the most beautiful eyes ever.

Jungkook feels his heart racing. “Do you.. still work the flower shop?” You nod and he just keeps on looking at you.

“I’ll visit soon.. hopefully. Good bye yn.” He whispers. He doesn’t want to go but he has to. He has training and Hangul Lessons too.

His father is probably looking for him.

“B-Be safe.. yn.” He gets up from the branch, looks over to his shoulder and stares at you.

[shadow-bringer-ao3]

Rest When You Are Done

Xie Lian has been stabbed before, of course. It was hard to avoid- impossible, even -given that he’s a martial god. Some have even been self-inflicted or carefully planned out. It’s not really something you should get used to. Still, sometimes it takes longer than it should for the injury to register, for the pain to flicker into existence in his mind. For a few, short seconds, he is completely numb to it. Blissfully ignorant, in a way. It’s never been like this before, though. A celestial weapon boring deep into his chest. He can feel it with every aborted half-breath. The blood is sticky, warm against his skin. It’s comforting in a strange way that he still bleeds. His ears are ringing, he’s deaf with the pain and the lack thereof, but he still manages a smile. Still manages to bring his leaden arms and hands up to take hold of the slippery, blood-coated blade, determined to keep it where it is, out of the way. There’s flittering red as Hua Cheng, San Lang, suddenly moves, in a way Xie Lian has never seen him move before. It’s desperate, he thinks. Full of rage and resentment so thick he can taste it like ash on his tongue.

He blinks, finds himself looking up at the sky instead of standing, albeit unsteadily. The sword is missing, a gaping hole in its place. Xie Lian… is cold, more than anything. If he breaths, the air rattles uselessly from his lungs, blood seeps up his throat to choke him, so he doesn’t breath. He lets himself lay undisturbed, wondering if he’ll lay long enough for plants to wind around his fingers and arms and legs, to pull him deep into the ground where the soil is warm from the steady heat of the sun. He blinks again, and this time Hua Cheng is hovering over him. He hadn’t imagined that desperation earlier after all.

"Gege," Hua Cheng says and the sound only just manages to make it through the ringing, "gege." Xie Lian can hear the question in it, the demand that he be alright. Working his mouth into the necessary shapes is harder than it has any right to be, saps at his flagging strength. There’s a part of him that wonders what became of Jun Wu. Most of him know though that that isn’t something he can worry about, any more.

"‘m cold," the words are sticky like the blood making its way up his throat. Hua Cheng shifts and it strikes Xie Lian that he intends to go, to leave. It unfurls desperation and fear in him like nothing has before and he finds the strength to lunge forward, to ignore his warmth draining from him, to ignore the pull and stretch of his wound. He tangles himself in the lapels of Hua Cheng’s robes, presses his forehead against the ghost king’s chest as he chokes and sobs, panic rising through him like a wave turned tsunami. The arms circling him, hesitant and careful, let the panic wash through him until he’s tired and cold. He burrows farther into his friend, his love, letting it warm him despite Hua Cheng’s long since chilled skin, bloodless and pale. Soon, he thinks, they’ll match in that regard.

"I won’t leave," Hua Cheng assures, pulling him in tighter, murmuring the words into his hair. "I’ll never leave you." Xie Lian blinks his eyes open, knowing he has to do this, pulls back just enough that he can force himself to look up. His sight is greying out, gone except for Hua Cheng, beautiful and whole. He wishes he could speak still, say what he has been too afraid to voice, but he doesn’t have anything left to give. He can only keep watching as his sight leaves him completely, as finally, finally, he’s able to rest.

"Shijie," he says quietly, his shidi by his side as they look up at their sister, warm and inviting. "Can you tell us the ending of the flower god story?" His brother, new and glorious, elbows him, scowling.

"He’s a martial god," he huffs, tossing his head.

"Don’t argue now," their shijie says. "I’ll tell you." He and his shidi exchange excited glances, happy despite their differences in their views of the characters. They curl up with their shijie, a blanket warm and comforting around them as they settle in. Shijie hums, thinking back to where they left off.

"Well," she starts off, "The Flower Crown Martial God and the Crimson Rain Sought Flower were in a vicious battle against the fake Heavenly Emperor to protect their friends and family. The Emperor was more powerful than them and they were losing the battle. Still, they were trying their hardest. Crimson Rain let Flower Crown take his spiritual energy. So much of it, in fact, that they broke Flower Crown’s shackles."

Hua Cheng could see the moment Xie Lian’s spiritual shackles shattered, overwhelmed by the power Hua Cheng had just forced through them. It was heady, the way Xie Lian unconsciously reveled in his newfound power. He barely notices when one of the other gods- Feng Xin or Mu Qing, he doesn’t know which -tosses Xie Lian Fangxin. All Hua Cheng has eyes for is Xie Lian, as beautiful and powerful as he always has been.

"Finally, it looked like they were going to win. Still, it was close. Just as they were about to win, however, the Heavenly Emperor struck for Crimson Rain. Flower Crown, unwilling to see his love come to harm, took the blow instead."

Time seemed to slow down. It almost seemed to stop. Hua Cheng had seen Jun Wu’s blade coming and had resigned himself to taking this hit, to the inevitable manner his being would be dispersed. He hadn’t been prepared for Xie Lian- quick enough to take the blow but not to deflect or block it. Hua Cheng could only watch as the sword slid through his god’s chest, as blood dripped off the blade like a mockery to him and everything he’s ever hoped for. Then, the rage hit him.

"Flower Crown held the blade tightly as Crimson Rain attacked the Heavenly Emperor, making the Emperor weaponless in the face of Crimson Rain’s anger."

It had almost been too easy, the way E’Ming slid through divine flesh and bone. It wasn’t what Hua Cheng wanted- Hua Cheng wanted Jun Wu to suffer. He couldn’t, though, he had to turn back to Xie Lian, had to see his god choking on his own blood.

"Crimson Rain killed the Heavenly Emperor and returned to his love. The Flower Crown Martial God died in his arms and, lost in despair, he made the choice to destroy his ashes."

When Hua Cheng feels the slowing beat of Xie Lian’s heart finally stop, he has to press his eyes shut to keep from crying. He lets them collapse to the ground, pulling Xie Lian in closer. With Xie Lian curled into him like this, tucked up against his chest, Hua Cheng can almost pretend everything is normal, can almost pretend his entire world hasn’t just been torn out from under his feet, leaving him floating and lost. He carefully unclasps the chain holding his ashes and, with a deep, shuddering breath more for courage than necessity, he takes his ashes in hand and destroys them.

"That’s how it ends: Crimson Rain unable to continue living without his Flower Crown. They both died on that battlefield and were finally able to rest."

[gayerthanevertbh]

say your prayers - seven.

a year after your scandal, you are thinking about her more and more until it kills you. one night, she was in the same bar as you, and you could barely breathe,

SERIES SUMMARY | your school have church service once every week. of course, as a good little schoolgirl you are, you attend to it. which means you always have to see your priestess, natasha, who you are secretly infatuated with. until there was an unexpected turn that made you feel something else other than good. but maybe, even better.

WARNINGS | 18+ MINORS DNI blasphemy of religion, sacrilegious acts, mother kink, mommy kink, rough fingering, very dark!natasha, slight angst, dirty talking, slut shaming, and pet names.

NOTES | this chapter is not my proudest work, but hopefully you’ll like it! let me know your thoughts on this please <3

nagivation | series masterlist | masterlist 

“You have to join us later,” my dormmate said with an exasperated tone. “Have you never been to clubs before?”

“You do know that I was in an all-girls catholic school, MJ.”

“Well, do you want to be… a little reckless than that?”

If she knew what happened, if she knew my sexual affair with my priestess, then she would know how reckless and giving I was, even now.

“What if I get drugged?” I asked with a small voice, not turning my head away from my homework.

“You won’t,” she responded with a stare. “You can’t be moping around in this room. Look, I’ll even treat you out. You don’t have to spend on anything.”

“Is that what you really want?”

She nods; do I even have a choice?

Finally, after a long minute, I agreed with a nod, and turned my head to give her a small smile. I could sense how joyful she was, with her little turn and the tight smile across her lips whenever she gets excited. She says, “Okay, good. Get ready now, we’re going to leave in thirty minutes.”

As soon as she left, I removed my books from the table, grabbing the old journal that I kept with me for the longest time. I have my old fantasies and dreams about Natasha, all the experiences and the scenes that we’ve played; I could never forget them, I’ll hold onto them for my dear life. It’s been a year since the last time I saw her, the last time she held me before the chaos happened. And when I heard the news of her leaving the school, I was devastated. I never had her number, never had the information that I needed–except her house that is now sold out–and I continued to wait for the longest time.

But she never came back, she was a traitor.

I did my best to not think about the priestess by distracting myself with school, drowning in my studies until I could feel my whole body numb. But each time I spaced out; my mind would be swarming with her, especially her hands that are vile to my skin. Forget, forget, forget, I thought to myself. It’s been a year, she’s happier without you, she doesn’t need you. And I keep that mantra on repeat whenever I’d think about her–and it still doesn’t work. And when I had a one-night stand with a girl my age, I knew it was different from the way I experienced it with Natasha. She was fucking me, Natasha was making love to me. There was a difference, a huge one.

You’re my perfect saint, Natasha says as she bites down my lower lip. I will never forget you, I’ll never depart from you, little girl.

As much as that feels good when I think about it, I try my hardest to forget about it. Did I want her to search for me? Yes. Each day passes, and I always imagine a scenario where she has her pick-up truck by the building, with her gloomy hooded eyes that stared at me until she was bored. I felt like an unopened flower when it came to her, and I would rise when she finally did open me up. Clearly, there was something wrong with me. How can I love someone deeply when they don’t feel the same way anymore? Perhaps she has forgotten about me, moved on with her life, and thrown away the memories that we created. No matter how much it hurts, I had to do the same.

Coming out of my room, I see MJ���s boyfriend, Peter, sitting down at the edge of the couch that we bought from an old furniture house. God, he looked like an innocent human being, just like me once. I bet if he met Natasha or any man that would take him, he’d realize how much we were alike. He looks up at me and smiles kindly, and then I realize how much I’m also attracted to men.

“Hey, Y/N! I’ve come to pick MJ up, she said you’re also joining us for tonight.”

Is he rebellious as well?

“Yeah,” I said with a sigh, leaning against the doorway of my room. “I can’t do anything about it, she’s getting on my nerves.” I was merely joking, I hope he laughs.

He chuckles, perfect. “MJ’s like that, that’s why I love her in the first place. She’ll really get you out there and realize that there’s so much more other than studying.”

“Don’t you work for Stark?”

“Part-time only,” he responded. I never thought Parker himself could ever work for a Stark, I find the man too snarky and sexist. That’s just my opinion, I wouldn’t be surprised if he supports him.

We talked about his interests for a while until MJ comes out of the room with a straw cap on her head, high-waisted shorts that shows off her legs pretty well, and decent lip-gloss on her mouth. If I was given the chance to compliment her and say how attractive she was, I’d do it. But her boyfriend was gazing at her, so I never said anything. I quickly slipped on my sandals and walked with them to the bar until I had forgotten about Natasha completely.

“You should try this drink,” MJ slurs, giving me a shot of vodka with a loud chuckle erupting from her throat. “Come on! Drink it up, sissy. Let’s see how strong your intolerance is.”

I wanted to shake my head a no but I had no choice, maybe I do need some fun in my life. It wouldn’t hurt, right? So I give her a small glance and dunk the vodka in my throat, wincing slightly from the bitter taste that is expanding inside my throat hurtfully. I let out a tiny gasp and gave her a chuckle, it did taste good.

“How are you feeling?” Peter asked curiously, you could see how drunk he was from three shots of tequila.

“M’pretty good.”

“My, I think you’re a lightweight,” MJ humors and pats my back hard, making my throat let out a rough cough. I wanted to tell her to go fuck herself. I was going to stand up until my legs were starting to feel wobbly, which made my friend giggle. “Easy there, pretty. Why don’t you just sit down? I’ll go get you more drinks.”

Natasha only gets to call me pretty, no one else.

I drank three more shots of vodka so that it could get into my system, to make me forget a woman that gave me nothing but despair. Fuck her, I think loudly in my head. It’s like I could feel her pick-up truck running me over until I was bleeding all over the road, numerous people watching with their horrific eyes. I wanted everyone to feel bad about me, to come to my funeral and say: this woman did nothing but her this child because it’s true, it’s true enough that she has hurt me. And while I’m drunk, I do realize how fucked up she was. Or maybe we were both fucked up.

Just keep drinking, forget about her, God damn it.

Tell me you love me, Natasha says desperately. You want me, don’t you? You love me, I know you love me.

Leave my head, Natasha.

An hour later, I was drunk as a skunk. I looked around me and I realized how my vision had become blurrier with each second, I needed to get back home, but MJ’s arm was around my shoulder and I could barely let myself stand up, I was so tired. One of her friends, a couple actually, was staring at my cleavage that has been popping out of my blueish tank top. I wanted to cover them, I felt uncomfortable, but I was too dozen off to do so. I asked myself to go to the bathroom and MJ did let me go, finally. While I tried walking to the restroom, I saw a familiar face at the counter. I turned slowly, and I could’ve sworn my eyes were playing tricks when suddenly Natasha was sitting with a glass of whiskey in her hand, looking tired as I was. I felt my world halting, as well as my heart. She still has that effect on me, after so long, she still gives me that warmth and panic that I always get whenever I see her.

Approach her, tell her that you missed her, hug her, kiss her.

My legs couldn’t move, I barely took off my eyes at her, and I wanted to hug her until my head was nuzzling against her neck. Don’t look at me, I begged. Please don’t take a glance, I won’t able to hold myself together.

After a minute of staring, I walked out of the scene and went to the restroom instead, a pan of regret maneuvering my veins. I should’ve turned back and greeted her with a hello, just a simple hello. Or maybe a question of: where have you been all this time? I thought you were in jail. But I could never bring myself to say such things like that, I could never disrespect her. Why? Why can’t I tell those things to you? Why did you not come back for me? You’re a traitor, a coward. After everything I’ve given you, all you have to do is leave. Coward, traitor.

When I walked back out, Natasha was no longer there. Instead, when I turned around, she was behind me with a hooded look on her face. She’s probably more wasted than I was despite how many glasses she could possibly take. She takes a deep breath and clenches her throat, whispering: “You’re here.”

“I am.”

Speak up.

It’s like she couldn’t believe that I was in front of her eyes after twelve months of not seeing each other, of not contacting one another, and there was this sense inside of her that she wanted to bring me inside of her car and make love to me. But instead, she held that thought and brought her hand to mine–holding them together, twinning our fingers until I felt like passing out.

“I thought I lost you.”

“I thought I lost you,” I repeated her words, almost in tears when she was this close to me again. If she only knew how badly enough I wanted her lips on mine, then I might as well die of thirst. I turned around to see MJ having a great time with her friends, and I wanted to leave as soon as possible. Natasha still had her gaze on me and decided to come outside, probably to talk. The thing is, did I want to talk? Yes, somehow. Would I want her to fuck it away? Sure. But before I could let out a word, her hand was wrapped on my wrist and pulled me out of the bar within a few seconds.

I didn’t care if MJ would find me, I didn’t care if they send a police search for me, right now–she’s holding me, and I would be in her spell until dawn.

We were alone in a car in the middle of the night, I didn’t know where she took me, but the road seemed pretty lonely just like how I used to feel hours before I saw Natasha again. There were trees around us, a lot more than I could think of, and I turned my head to see her hands gripping her steering wheel hard; you could see her knuckles turning white because of it.

“Why did you take me here?” I asked quietly, almost in a timid voice. She shakes her head slowly, asking herself the same question.

“I don’t know.”

“Are we not going to talk about–”

“I do,” she interrupts me, and I hear her sniffling. Was she crying? “I just… I do admit I have been a pussy for the past year.”

Damn right, you were. You left me without even saying a word, I thought you were dead.

“I thought you were dead,” I said, repeating that word inside of my head. “I thought that–you were in jail or something, I don’t know. You left me waiting.”

Perhaps there was something inside of me that wanted to slap her across the face, choke her with my tiny hands, and cry in agony about why she left me with the window open. The crease of her lips made me want to lick them, to remind her how good we used to be. But I was so angry, so angry that I barely could look at her in the eyes. Could you blame me? Of course, you can’t. You would do the same thing if I left you, Natasha.

“We would be in danger if I came back to you, Y/N.”

“But you’re smarter than me,” I say with a whine, furrowing my eyebrows. I always felt like she was, in fact, smarter than me, tougher than me, and more intelligent than me. I wanted to bring that word up to let her know how she made me feel so stupid for waiting, to pray to God if there was any sign of her. I was foolish, she was not. “You would’ve found a way to come back to me, to rescue me.”

“I wouldn’t ruin your hopes and dreams.”

“But you were my dream,” I tell her off, almost in a raised voice. She turns her head to me slowly and gives me this stare that screams: don’t-you-dare-talk-to-me-like-that. But she had no choice because either way–I was upset. “You said you would never leave me…”

“And I’m here, aren’t I honey?”

“Don’t call me that,” I muttered, staring back down at my hands that were on my lap; I feel my palms sweating with how aggravating I was feeling. “I’m not your honey or your little girl anymore, Natasha.”

“You have to understand that I couldn’t come to you that quick,” she reasoned slowly, dragging her words as if I don’t understand what she was trying to tell me when I clearly did. “If they see me with you, they will put me in jail. Do you want that to happen, Y/N? If I did go to jail, our hopes would be washed away as if nothing happened. I had to come back to you, just not at that time.”

Still, she was a coward for not showing up. Knowing how brilliant and naughty she can be, she would’ve made time to see me without anyone knowing. She knew very well where I lived, where I sleep, why hasn’t she come up and kissed my feet? Coward, traitor, pussy.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered in mock of shame.

She shakes her head and tucks a strand of my hair behind my hair, I forgot how good it feels to have her radiate all over me.

“It’s never your fault, I should’ve come back for you. I know I was capable enough to come back.”

And when she finally admits it, my stomach churns into knots as my head swirls with fuzziness; it’s all because of her, that priestess, Natasha Romanoff.

“We’re both sick, aren’t we?” I asked.

She chuckles and kisses my knuckles, bringing it to her nose as she smells me like how she would smell my insides. “Yeah, but I’m sicker than you are.”

“Would you show me how sick you are?”

Touch me right now, you fool. Fuck me hard, harder than I could ever imagine. I could hear you say: would you come for me, little girl? For Mommy? And I’d fall apart instantly, you know I would. And when you lean so close to me all I want to do is to smell your collar or your mouth that has the scent of your cigarettes. I’m utterly in love with you, obsessed with you, compelled to you, Natasha.

“Would you like to see how fucking cruel I can be?” yes, more than I can bear.

I lean close to her face and swipe the tip of my tongue on her upper lip, teasing her so that something inside of her would pop out. And when our hooded eyes connected, all I wanted for her to do was to pull me in and kiss me until I’m molded to her. She held my right cheek and watched intently as she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and pressed her lips together with mine. I love the simplicity of our kiss, the way her lips would twitch when I would try to deepen my mouth but she was still very much in control. It’s like with each kiss we make, we spoke in so many languages that I wouldn’t even know of. It felt foreign and surreal, but I’ve missed the feeling of it.

“Let me touch you,” her hands were now under my shirt, softly touching my stomach with a smirk on her lips–still kissing me hard. “Let me show you how cruel and unsettling I can be, little lamb.”

Was this an actual sinner in front of me? Rattling herself at me? How can someone be such an angel and when in the dark, they can be a different person? There was no denying how this turned me on–more than much–and all I could feel was the wetness between my legs and my stomach flexing because of her touch. She kisses me with my mouth opening, I felt her tongue dipping inside of my warm hole.

“Touch me,” I preached, bringing her hands further to my bra until I felt her squeezing my right breast–I had my hips arched because of it. “P-Please, I need you.”

“I know,” she says, as a matter of fact. Natasha kisses my chin, then to my open chest where her hand still kneads my breast like a soft dough. “You better stay quiet once I’m inside of you, pretty girl. But if you scream, that’s okay. Because no one would hear you either way.”

I watched her pull up my shirt, as well as my white bra, and moaned quietly when her mouth latches on my left nipple; swirling her tongue around the bed furiously, flicking it with so much force. My chest was heaving from her undying innuendo, and I could feel myself coming close because of it. Once I was topless in front of her, she took her time to remove her jacket and a black tee as well until I’ve finally seen her naked, after so long of not being with each other. I wanted to appreciate what she looked like, how she was still rather beautiful in my eyes when her mouth came back to my lips and I was baffled. She wraps her callused hand on my throat and pins me on the headrest with a growl, then slips her inside of my shorts–feeling my crotch.

“You want to see how evil I am?” she teases, licking her lips, and I could see red in her eyes; it turned me on, it made me wetter. I nodded. “I’m sicker than you, little girl. I’ve had these thoughts ever since you came to the school, ever since you’ve knelt down in front of me, I have pictures of you in my home and I would kiss it, I would touch myself with them. Don’t you know how fucking cruel that is? Hm? Does that turn you on?”

“Yes!” I mewled, grinding my clit against her fingers that were slithering through my folds, she looked at me with those eyes that I’d recognized, and I could’ve sworn I saw Satan within just a second.

“I want to get you pregnant,” she whispers to my ear while slipping a finger inside of me, chuckling to herself when I was clenching hard around her finger. “My god, you’re still this tight. No one has fucked you ever since I’ve been gone, baby?”

“No one,” I shake my head frantically, I needed more than just a finger. “J-Just you, I only need you, Mother.”

“I’ve missed you calling me that,” her lips were now on mine as she gives two hard thrusts that made me squeal out of pain and pleasure. She had long fingers. Her mouth was now in the corner of my mouth, but her eyes never left mine. She smirks, “You think you can be a good slut and cum around my fingers? Maybe once I slip my dick inside of you, I might fill you up with my cum.”

The word cum turns me on crazily, especially when I imagine her strap-on thrusting inside of me with her wild self, her head buried to my neck, as she cums hard inside of me with her hips twitching. I could hear her say: there, now you’re fully mine. I can’t wait until you’re carrying my babies, little girl and with that thought, I was clinging to her with all my strength. She could notice it by now despite how desperate and noisy I was from her thrusting, I didn’t even notice that she slipped another finger and I wish it was her dick instead.

She lets out a grunt, “You like it when I’m choking you, baby?”

I nodded, letting out a small: “Uh-huh, I do.”

“Yeah?” she taunts, curling her fingers to hit my spot hard. She kisses my lips desperately, as if not wanting to let go, and whispered, “How about when I hurt you, hm? You like it when I slap your face?”

I nodded again; and she gave me a wide smirk before I felt her palm smacking across my face, bursting more of my juices inside of my vagina that coated her fingers warmly. She loves the feeling of it, the way she hears squelching sounds coming from my pussy until she has this fantasy of making it bleed. It is impossible now, though. She has already ruined me. She continues to grip my neck hard and thrusts inside of me widely, with louder grunts filling the car.

She smacks my right cheek again before mumbling out with a hoarse voice, “If I could fucking drag your head to my house, I would. I’d fucking hurt you until I’m bored, maybe even touch you without your consent so that I could come. You do like it when I’m like this when I’m mean and cruel… right?”

“O-oh god,” I heaved, sobbing when the sting from her slap is still radiating on my cheek. As much as that hurt, I was so aroused by it. “Yes, I do love it–please fuck me harder, Mother. I’m a good little lamb for you, I’m so good to you!”

Natasha lets out insistent moans and curls her fingers harder to my walls while having her other hand clawing my throat. She whispered the dirtiest names to my ear, especially how much she wanted to hurt me, which never occurred in an alarming sense–it was never alarming anyway. Perhaps I was just in love with her, especially when we met again and I’m giving myself to her that easily. Am I that kind of a slut?

“So good,” she murmurs with a deep tone in her voice, her eyes fluttering close when I was producing more wetness around her fingers. “You fucking feel so warm around me, little girl…”

“Mommy–” I choked out a sob. “I love you so much, fuck your baby–please fuck your baby.”

“I’m going to enjoy you since you’re no longer with your parents,” she whispers with her teeth pearling; I could feel myself getting close. She was animalistic with me, her thrusts were too rapid, especially when she hit that spot. “You’re my good little girl, right? Then cum for me, cum for your Mother. Maybe say a little prayer while I hurt you, hm? Come on, do it for Mommy, sweetheart.”

I muttered out a whole sentence of prayer when all of a sudden I was at my climax. I arched my whole back, shutting my eyes tight, as I twitched while her fingers were still prodding inside of me–her eyes never leaving once more. With her free hand, she pushes the hair away from my face and kisses me hard, moaning when I couldn’t stop being so tight around her fingers. I mumbled, “Mommy, I love you.” I could see her smirking, kissing me for the last time, and responding with a moan.

“I love you too, my little lamb. More so than you know.”

A few hours later, she drove me back home in silence. We didn’t talk much, maybe because I was so speechless from the sudden sex incident that I couldn’t process it in my head. I wanted her to touch my hand, to let me know that she still wanted me, but nothing came out of her sinful mouth. Has she regretted this? Will she leave me again?

“Please don’t think I’m never going to see you again.” I’m glad you brought that up.

I nodded, turning to face her as I gave her an innocent smile, acting as if nothing happened an hour ago.

“Are we back?”

She shuts off her engine and sighs deeply, looking back at me with a curling lip on her face. Then, I felt her knuckles touching my soft cheek, and I died that night. Natasha leans feverishly close, so close that she might lick my lips, and whispered: “Of course, we are. Maybe not in secret anymore.”

This gave me excitement for some reason, it’s like there was nothing to be ashamed of when it comes to her.

“Really?” I asked, flabbergasted.

Natasha only smiles and pecks my lips, then my cheeks, and lastly to my forehead. “We just have to be careful when we are in public, I look enough to be your mother.”

“But you are my Mother.”

“Yes,” she agrees, chuckling to herself as she kisses me hard on the lips; I let her, of course. “You’re my child, my little girl. Now go off, okay? I’ll come to see you again, I promise.”

I hope you will, you fool. Because if you don’t, I might have to kill myself for you to find out that I’m dead, that would make you run to my apartment just to see my lifeless body. I felt intrusive and bold too, as if this relationship was such a healthy one–when clearly, it’s wrong in so many ways. Did I care? Hardly, as long as I’m with her, nothing bad happens.

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↬   THE  LANGUAGE  OF  THORNS,  midnight  tales  and  dangerous  magic.   (  2017  )  by  leigh  bardugo.

sentences  taken  from  or  inspired  by  the  collection’s  dialogue  &  narration.

+   feel  free  to  change  pronouns  !

i.    AYAMA  AND  THE  THORN  WOOD.

‘  love  speaks  in  flowers.  truth  requires  thorns.  ’

‘  we  all  know  the  story  of  how  the  queen  becomes  a  queen.  ’

‘  we  should  leave  this  place.  ’

‘  no  doubt  it  will  come  and  devour  us  all.  ’

‘  the  beast  will  laugh  you  right  out  of  the  wild  lands.  ’

‘  you  know  how  the  stories  go.  interesting  things  happen  only  to  pretty  girls.  ’

‘  is  the  wood  much  worse  than  a  garden  overgrown  with  pricklers  ?  ’

‘  stupid  girl  !  do  you  wish  to  become  a  monster  ?  ’

‘  strike  me.  cleave  me  in  two.  ’

‘  you’re  as  thorny  as  the  wood.  ’  

‘  there  is  but  one  rule  in  my  wood.  speak  truth.  ’

‘  perhaps  you  might  show  mercy  freely.  ’

‘  just  eat  a  bit  of  the  sun  to  fill  the  sky,  and  you  will  feel  empty  no  longer.  ’

‘  what  nonsense  !  of  course  that’s  not  how  the  story  ends.  ’

‘  some  people  are  born  with  a  piece  of  night  inside,  and  that  hollow  place  can  never  be  filled.  ’

‘  what  do  i  care  for  winter  ?  no  season  touches  this  wood.  ’

‘  you  know  the  only  bargain  i  will  make.  ’

‘  sometimes  the  unseen  is  not  to  be  feared  and  those  that  are  meant  to  love  us  most  are  not  always  the  ones  that  do.  ’

‘  bad  fates  do  not  always  follow  those  that  deserve  them.  ’

‘  no  prince  is  worth  your  life.  ’

‘  are  you  so  eager  to  be  eaten  ?  ’

‘  they  have  told  me  to  return  with  your  heart.  ’

‘  you  think  to  love  a  monster  ?  ’

‘  a  man  like  you  is  owed  no  words.  ’

ii.    THE  TOO  CLEVER  FOX.

‘  you  are  doomed  to  a  miserable  life.  ’

‘  better  to  be  hungry  now  than  to  be  sorry  later.  ’

‘  what  will  everyone  say  when  they  see  such  a  face  ?  ’

‘  we  have  not  gone  so  soft  as  that.  ’

‘  you  think  that  we  will  let  you  live  on  foolish  promises  ?  ’

‘  you  have  bested  me.  that  much  is  clear.  ’

‘  will  you  not  free  me  ?  ’

‘  you  will  have  a  fine  time  of  it,  i  can  tell  you.  ’

‘  i  can  bear  ugliness.  i  find  the  one  thing  i  cannot  live  with  is  death.  ’

‘  if  you  will  only  cease  your  talking,  i  will  gladly  go.  ’

‘  where  he  went,  he  bled  the  woods  dry.  ’

‘  what’s  a  bit  more  blood  ?  ’

‘  you  should  leave  this  place.  you  are  not  safe  here.  ’

‘  with  such  big  eyes,  i  think  you  see  too  much.  ’

‘  will  you  not  tell  me  what  troubles  you  ?  ’

‘  why  do  you  stay  with  him  ?  you’re  pretty  enough  to  catch  a  husband.  ’

‘  just  because  you  escape  one  trap,  doesn’t  mean  you  will  escape  the  next.  ’

‘  first  i  must  find  my  courage.  ’

‘  few  can  resist  the  sight  of  a  pretty  girl  crying.  ’

‘  the  trap  is  loneliness,  and  no  one  escapes  it.  not  even  me.  ’

‘  in  the  wood,  even  songbirds  must  be  survivors.  ’

iii.    THE  WITCH  OF  DUVA.

‘  there  was  a  time  when  the  wood  ate  girls.  ’

‘  be  back  before  dark.  the  trees  are  hungry  tonight.  ’

‘  who  can  say  what  shapes  an  appetite  ?  ’

‘  this  is  my  home,  you  can’t  just  send  me  away.  ’ 

‘  don’t  be  foolish.  there’s  plenty  of  light.  ’

‘  well  then,  come  help  me  stir  the  pot.  ’

‘  i  will  warn  you  just  this  once.  go.  ’ 

‘  you  cannot  come  and  go  from  this  place  like  you’re  fetching  water  from  a  well.  ’  

‘  hope  made  me  stubborn.  ’

‘  stay  there  and  keep  quiet.  i  don’t  need  rumors  that  i’ve  been  taking  girls.  ’

‘  i  will  not  have  you  bring  a  monster  to  my  door.  ’

‘  you  know  that  you  are  welcome  to  remain  here  with  me.  ’

‘  i  will  follow  her.  i  will  peck  out  her  eyes.  ’

‘  believe  me.  say  you  believe  me.  ’

‘  dark  things  have  a  way  of  slipping  through  narrow  spaces.  ’

iv.    LITTLE  KNIFE.

‘  it  is  dangerous  to  travel  the  northern  road  with  a  troubled  heart.  ’

‘  if  you  are  lost  in  your  own  thoughts,  you  may  find  yourself  stepping  off  the  path  and  into  the  dark  woods.  ’

‘  she  was  beautiful  from  the  moment  of  her  birth.  ’

‘  why  must  i  be  the  one  to  hide  ?  ’

‘  do  you  think  i  am  so  foolish  or  so  cruel  ?  ’

‘  water  only  wants  direction.  it  wants  to  be  told  what  to  do.  ’

‘  always  you  have  done  my  bidding,  but  what  good  are  you  to  me  now  ?  ’

‘  soon  i  will  be  very  rich,  but  will  i  have  a  good  man  ?  ’

‘  that  is  a  question  for  the  river.  ’

‘  your  tongue  is  not  fit  for  my  true  name.  ’

‘  will  you  come  with  me,  and  be  bride  to  nothing  but  the  shore  ?  ’

‘  she  was  terrifying  in  her  beauty,  bright  like  a  devouring  star.  ’

‘  remember  that  to  use  a  thing  is  not  to  own  it.  ’

‘  should  you  ever  take  a  bride,  listen  closely  to  her  questions.  ’

v.    THE  SOLDIER  PRINCE.

‘  this  is  the  problem  with  even  lesser  demons.  they  come  to  your  door  in  velvet  coats  and  polished  shoes.  ’

‘  you  will  find  great  love  and  more  gold  than  you  could  wish  for.  ’

‘  he’s  a  charming  fellow,  but  most  unusual,  and  peculiarities  seem  to  follow  him.  ’  

’  it  seemed  harmless  at  the  time.  ’

‘  he  needed  a  girl,  still  malleable,  one  that  he  could  make  admire  him.  ’

‘  this  is  pleasant.  this  is  enough.  ’

‘  are  you  my  soldier  ?  are  you  my  prince  ?  ’

‘  i  have  not  come  to  fight,  only  to  talk.  ’

‘  wanting  is  why  people  get  up  in  the  morning.  it  gives  them  something  to  dream  of  at  night.  ’

‘  i  am  perfectly  real.  ’

‘  she  loves  you,  though,  and  that  will  make  it  harder.  ’

‘  best  not  to  ask.  i  think  the  answer  would  please  no  one.  ’

‘  we  can  stay  forever  in  the  land  of  dreams.  ’

‘  kiss  me.  take  me  from  this  place.  ’

‘  i  sent  you  to  die  a  hundred  times.  ’

‘  i  eat  the  wonder  in  their  eyes.  ’

‘  you  were  an  idea  in  my  head.  you  were  nothing,  and  to  nothing  you  will  return  when  i  think  of  you  no  more.  ’

‘  you  wanted  only  that  i  might  live.  you  would  sacrifice  your  own  life  to  make  it  so.  ’

‘  are  you  my  darling  ?  are  you  mine  ?  ’

vi.    WHEN  WATER  SANG  FIRE.

‘  you  wish  to  strike  a  bargain.  ’

‘  make  me  someone  new.  ’

‘  this  is  the  problem  with  making  a  thing  forbidden.  it  does  nothing  but  build  an  ache  in  the  heart.  ’

‘  easy  magic  is  pretty.  great  magic  requires  that  you  trouble  the  waters.  ’

‘  no  one  expects  me  to  accomplish  anything.  ’

‘  i  can  smell  your  ambition  like  blood  in  the  water.’  

‘  i  know  that  you  should  keep  it  like  a  secret,  not  shout  it  like  a  curse.  ’

‘  yes.  i  can  imagine  it  all.  ’

‘  you  are  worth  more  than  that.  you  should  not  have  to  earn  him.  ’

‘  hope  rises  like  water  trapped  beneath  a  dam,  higher  and  higher,  in  increments  that  mean  nothing  until  you  face  the  flood.  ’

‘  there  is  no  pain  like  the  pain  of  transformation.  ’

‘  take  your  pleasures  as  you  will.  ’

‘  come,  and  i’ll  tell  you  all  you  wish  to  know.  ’

‘  he  made  me  dream  of  things  i  cannot  have.  ’

‘  i  do  not  care  for  dancing.  ’

‘  look  into  the  mirror,  and  try  to  deny  it.  ’

‘  you  have  never  been  like  the  others,  and  you  never  will  be.  ’

‘  we  were  not  made  to  please  princes.  ’

‘  i  am  not  quite  mortal  either,  and  i  have  many  lives  to  live.  ’

‘  i  wouldn’t  care  if  you  were  part  human  or  part  frog.  ’

‘  my  voice  is  not  enough.  ’

‘  you  know  i  was  never  strong.  ’

[rurulovestaki]

[ dates with &team ]

note : thank u so much for the support lately T—T i’m so thankful for all of my new friends !!! this one is for @niohoon <33 individual bf series will be soon !!

playing : its you - max and keshi

🚎 kei

- hahaha he pays for everything

- he likes fancy dates where he can wear a suit for u ;))

- gives u lil piggyback rides if u get tired <3

- opens doors for u

- AND PULLS YOUR CHAIR OUT AT THE fancy RESTAURANT HE TAKES U TO

🚎 fuma

- always buys you flowers </3

- AND HE DRIVES FOR U AAA IM GONNA PASS OUT

- another mf to pull your chair out if ygs eat somewhere

- AND HE PUTS YOUR HAIR BEHIND YOUR EAR IF ITS IN THE WAY <//3 <//3 CRYING

- he’s so cute

🚎 nicho

- he buys ygs matching outfits to wear awwe

- GOES CLOTHES SHOPPING WITH YOU

- always takes candid pics of u :,))

- makes them his lockscreen later that day

- and posts them to his insta AWWWW hahaha faints

🚎 euijoo

- i feel like he does dates w you very often

- takes u to those super aesthetic cafes

- or a convenience store no in between

- i also get boba and ice cream date vibes from him

- a sweetheart pls protect euijoo forever T—T

🚎 yuma

- (texting) “y/n lets go on a date”

- “okay!!”

- “okay i’ll be there in 5 mins”

- “wait what”

- makes u rush putting ur clothes on HAHAHA

- im kidding he’s a sweetheart and he’d help you put jewelry on and choose ur outfit >.<

🚎 jo

- “where do you want to go”

- anything u say, he’s willing to do it with you T-T

- buys anything you look at

- “jo look this is so cu-“ then he pulls his credit card out

- also will try on anything u want him to lmao

🚎 harua

- shopping dates woohooo

- yk that pic of him w those pokemon shopping bags

- SO YGS GO TO A POKEMON STORE YAY

- buys two plushies one of umbreon (his fave) and UR FAVE POKEMON and puts them next to each other on his bed

- “look y/n its us!!”

🚎 taki

- ik this is cliché but he likes fun dates :((

- being an idol is Hard but he likes being silly w you :(((((

- arcade dates ? yeah arcade dates ^^

- holds ur hand everywhere awww

- “y/n we should go to the moon together one day”

- “…. sure taki”

🚎 maki

- he doesn’t care what ygs do, he just wants to spend time w you :((

- if you guys eat somewhere, he’ll feed you!!!

- another one to like fun dates !!!!

- IMAGINE GOING TO A PUPPY CAFE AWW

- puppy ?? meets ?? puppies ??!!??

[oddaodd]

· I Don't Go In For Sweets ·

Request: by a lovely anon "set after the events of season 3. Tommy can't handle the company, he's still grieving and he has to be there for Charlie so Polly tells him she knows a girl from a good family to get married He ends up agreeing (aunt Pol can be very persuasive) but even though he's married, this new girl isn't considered as a wife. He doesn't really make any effort but his "wife" understands, he's a widowed father who lost his first wife only a year ago. However since they are...in this, she wants to make her time as enjoyable as possible for the both of them and for Charlie too. But no matter what Tommy makes it a point of honor to not let her in, to not let her replace Grace so he ignores her, he works more, tries to spend as little as possible in the house. Reader stays patient, it will be alright and Charlie is making her quite busy anyway. One night, Tommy comes home completely drunk and maybe a bit high too, he can't even make it to his office. Thankfully Reader is still awake, she takes care of him and Tommy just...melts at how gentle Reader is, he may be able to keep his distant while sober but it's much harder in his state. He admits to her how he's been feeling and all. Ever since that night, something changed, Tommy feels some comfort, some solace being around her, she accepts him wholly, even his flaws, the bad side of his business and she tries to provide some sort of safe place for when it gets too hard." (I edited the request because it was very long, but I kept all essential parts in there)

Author’s note: I loved loved loved writing this and it ended up being SUPER long, but I’m very happy with how it turned out. As always, I hope you like it and have the loveliest of days!

Warnings: season 3 SPOILERS sort of, but not really, still read at your own risk. Arranged marriage, mentions of alcohol and drugs, angst.

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“Thomas, you may not be able to see it, but you’re breaking apart” Polly spoke with a sigh as she lit a cigarette after everyone was dismissed from a family meeting.

Everyone had left Tommy’s office in arrow house rather gaily after receiving their fair compensations for partaking in the whole Russian ordeal, all except Polly, who remained where she sat, wishing for a word with her nephew

Tommy merely scoffed at her concern before lighting his own cigarette and taking a puff “I’ll be alright”

“And Charlie?” Pol pressed knowing Tommy’s mourning was not only affecting him, but Charlie as well. “What about him?”

“He’s fine” He said before turning around to look through the window, ignoring his Aunt’s heavy stare.

“You take too much after your mother” she sighed half angry half sad “she too loved pretending everything was alright and I don’t need to remind you where that lead her”

Tommy sighed deeply, he knew he could fool anyone. Anyone but Polly. “We’ll manage”

“Consider my offer” Polly said standing up and making her way to the door “Y/n is a good girl from a good family” she persuaded before leaving the room.

Tommy sighed at his Aunt’s words, he wasn’t ready to get married again even when he knew the woman he would be marrying was a nice one. He felt like he was spitting on Grace’s grave and he hated himself for even considering the prospect, but he knew a mother figure would be good for Charlie.

He spent the rest of the day pondering about Polly’s suggestion and remembering his own childhood in the shadow of the absent tortured presence that his mother had been. It didn’t take him long to decide he didn’t want that for Charlie, so that same night he phoned Polly.

“I’ll do it” was all he said before hanging up. There was no need for more words, Polly would know exactly what he meant.

Exactly a week later, Tom was standing in the altar of a church that was significantly smaller than the one from his first wedding. The fact that everything about this wedding was so obscenely different from his first did soothe his guilt a bit. And as he stood there he couldn’t keep his mind from traveling to the days leading up to his wedding to Grace. She had made sure everything was perfect and had made an effort to invite every single relative she could think of. She remembered her rambling on an on about fabrics, insisting that everything ought to be perfect when he in all honestly couldn’t care less, he just wanted to marry her.

All his thoughts vanished away with a poof when Y/n came into sight. And what a sight she was. She had insisted on doing her own makeup and on pinning flowers to her hair to compliment her headpiece and her elegant, yet simple white dress flowed almost mystically as her father gave her away. She had never imagined she would be marrying someone she didn’t know, but she wanted to look her best for getting married is not something people do everyday.

When she stood in the altar, she offered her to be husband a smile which he did not return, instead turning his attention to the priest before them. She mirrored his actions, her heart beating violently under her chest as the priest began speaking.

It all felt like a blur, she could swear it had only been a second since her father had given her away and yet, the priest had already uttered the dreaded “you may now kiss the bride”

Tommy barely brushed his lips against hers and soon the sound of everyone clapping invaded her ears. They had a small party afterwards in Y/n’s former house. Her parents had invited pretty much all of their acquaintances while tommy had only invited his close relatives.

When night fell Tommy was more than ready to leave “Are you ready to go?” was one of the few sentences he uttered to his now wife that night.

She again offered him a smile before saying “yeah just let me say goodbye”

The drive to arrow house was tense, although Y/n didn’t know Thomas very well she would tell he was unhappy. She wondered about what to say to him, but couldn’t come up with anything good enough and soon enough they were pulling over in front of Tommy’s stately home.

“Charlie must already be asleep, but I'll introduce you tomorrow” he said opening Y/n’s door for her.

“It’s alright” she said looking at him, not quite knowing what to do next.

“Your parents sent some of your belongings, I've already asked the maids to take them up to your-our room” he said

“Thank you, Thomas” she smiled as she walked into the big house not yet feeling close enough to him to call him Tommy.

His name falling from her lips caused an echo of bittersweet emotions to stir inside him but he masked it perfectly well as she introduced Y/n to the maids that went to the door to take their coats.

“Frances here will show you the way to the room” he said after having made introductions.

“This way, Mrs” Frances politely said.

Y/n began following her but stopped when she didn’t hear Tommy’s footsteps behind her own.

“Are you not coming?” she asked turning to look at him.

“Maybe in a bit” was all he said before he walked away down one of the many spacious hallways of the house.

After Y/n made herself comfortable in the room and changed into her nightgown she took the time to peek around the room like one always does when one is a strange place. After familiarizing herself with it she laid down in the big bed. She was nervous, she knew what happened on wedding nights. A small chuckle stopped at her lips when she recalled the stories her close already married girlfriends told her. If she hadn’t married a complete stranger she too would be looking forward to it.

Her thoughts ended up luring her to sleep after a while despite her nerves and the night went by in a ridiculously fast flash. The next morning she woke up alone and after getting ready she made her way downstairs. Tommy and Charlie were already in the dining room when she entered it.

“good morning” she said

Charlie immediately turned his attention to her, his eyes widening while his dad merely glanced at her while he muttered a “Good morning “ of his own.

Y/n sat down next to Tommy while he cleared his throat “charles, this is Y/n. We got married yesterday so she’ll be living with us from now on”

Charlie merely nodded in understanding before playing around with his food.

A tense air flooded breakfast until Tommy stood up, having barely touched his food and spoke turning to look at Y/n “I have to go now, if you need anything feel free to ask Frances”

“Alright” Y/n replied feeling a bit disappointed, she would love to get to know him, but she already knew it was going to be difficult.

“I have to go too” Charlie announced in a timid voice, interrupting Y/n’s thoughts. Despite her disappointment she understood, maybe he was just shy and his dad just reticent. They had lost a wife and a mother after all.

The first few days after that, Charlie avoided her nearly as much as his father did and Y/n remained in lonely patience until one night Charlie’s cries interrupted her focus on the book that she had just bought. She rushed to his room and called out his name as she entered not knowing if the boy would be comfortable with her or not.

“What is it?” she asked worried as she knelt by his bed.

“I miss my mum” the boy confessed looking at her with teary eyes as he clutched his blanket.

Y/n felt her heart give a small ache at his confession and in an attempt to comfort him she spoke “She’s not really gone, you know?”

“She’s dead” the boy sobbed.

“but people who die, don’t leave us. Not really anyhow” she said hesitantly rubbing his arm. “just because we cant see them doesn’t mean they are not here”

“I miss seeing her” he continued.

“Oh but you can still see her”

“how”

“before you go to bed just think about her, then she’ll visit you in your dreams” Y/n spoke as if she was telling a fairy tale.

“really?” the boy’s eyes widened.

“really” Y/n confirmed “But you have to think really really hard”

“I’ll try” Charlie said having calmed down a bit.

“very well” Y/n said as she stood up, but Charlie’s voice stopped her.

“can you stay till I fall asleep?”

After that night, Charlie hardly left Y/n’s side and she felt much better with his company for she was sure if he wasn’t there keeping her on her toes all day she would fall into a depressive chasm induced by her husband’s absence.

On the rare moments he was home she tried to strike up conversation with him over breakfast or late at night when he came home and she was burdened by insomnia. But Tommy only humored her with a few short responses before excusing himself or turning to face the other side of the bed.

It wasn’t only the fact that he avoided her as much as he could, but he also made it a priority to exclude her at all times. She was never invited into family meetings or night’s at The Garrison so she thought it was a miracle when tommy didn’t oppose to her planning Charlie’s birthday party.

She invited only Tommy’s family which instantly warmed up to her, noticing what a good influence she was and Polly wanted to slap Thomas for the way he had been acting throughout his marriage to Y/n. Almost feeling guilty for getting her into this mess.

When the party ended Tommy shut himself in his office like he often did when he was at home and though he had never given Y/n a reason to believe she was welcome in there of all places, she found herself allowing herself in after putting Charlie to bed.

Tommy looked up as she entered and let out a sigh before turning his attention back to some papers he had been reading.

“I noticed you didn’t have any” she commented not letting his sigh deflate her as she laid a plate with a slice of homemade chocolate cake on his desk. “it’s really good if I may say so myself” she mused sitting down in a chair opposite to his as she dug in with a fork in her own slice.

“I don’t go in for sweets” he stated.

“Not even chocolate?” Y/n tried, but tommy didn’t answer, instead he just shook his head.

“I still think you should try it, it’s not overly sweet, and…”

“is there anything you need?” he interrupted bluntly a bit harsher than he would’ve liked.

His tone caught her off guard and when she couldn’t come up with an answer tommy again turned his attention back to his papers.

“I wish you could let me in” She softly confessed after a few tense seconds.

“Well I wish we hadn’t married but I guess things don’t always go the way we want them to go”

Tommy knew he had crossed a line by the silence that again settled into the room. He looked up at Y/n with her parted lips and misty eyes. They exchanged glances for a second but instead of allowing him to see her like that any longer, she stood up setting her plate on his desk and walked away, only allowing a few tears to drop by when she was out of the room and his sight.

After that she stopped trying to get closer to him. He still loved his late wife and she understood, people in grief never mean what they say after all, but his words stung nonetheless.

She stopped trying to wait for him at night to see if he had gotten home alright and during breakfast she only uttered polite good mornings.

One night however, Y/n was yanked out of a peaceful sleep by a loud crash. She was on her feet in no time and after checking into Charlie’s room to see if he was alright she cautiously ventured downstairs. A few incoherent mumbles filled her ears before her husband came into sight, fumbling with his coat to get it off.

“need help?” she asked earning his attention.

“I’m fine” he said finally taking it off but as he went to take a step to begin walking the floor under him moved and he lost his balance, his knees crashing loudly against the wooden floor.

Y/n offered him a hand and helped him up. He smelled of whiskey and cigarettes, his hands were shaky, consequence of the snow, no doubt. “let’s get you upstairs”

“I can do it on me own” he slurred letting go of her hand.

“stop being so stubborn” she derided, snaking one of her arms around his waist as she helped him upstairs.

Y/n helped him into bed, tookoff his shoes and went to the bathroom to fetch a small towel and some cold water.

She dampened the towel with the cold water before dabing it gently on Tommy’s forehead. His eyes never leaving her face as she did so, making her grow a bit nervous. She continued, trying her best to ignore it until she felt his hand softly caressing her cheek.

“You are beautiful” he rasped.

“Stop it, Thomas” she said feeling her cheeks grow red when she felt a bit sad that he had to be completely drunk to compliment her.

Even in his drunken state he seemed to notice he was making her uncomfortable so he held his tongue until Y/n laid in bed next to him after turning on the lights.

“I’m sorry” he interrupted the silence “For the way I’ve been acting” the whiskey and cocaine making him more vulnerable and open “I guess I was afraid that if I let you in then she would disappear”

He didn’t expect her to answer, but then her voice came in a soft exhausted tone“ I don’t intend to replace her. You don’t need to act all defensive and secretive. Even if it’s not what you wanted, we are married.”

“I Know” was all he said.

Y/n expected him to withdraw more from her after showing himself that vulnerable to her that night but she was wrong. He began arriving home earlier, sometimes even asking if he could come along on the walks she and Charlie so much adored going on. And Y/n finally felt her marriage was going somewhere maybe it wasn’t based on love yet, but it was something.

One day she was at the stables while Charlie was taking a nap. She had always adored horses.

“I didn’t know you liked horses” came Tommy’s smooth voice causing her to jump.

“You never asked” she smiled petting a black horse as he walked closer to her.

“We could go out for a ride, I’m sure Charlie wouldn’t mind letting you borrow his horse” Tommy offered as he too began to pet the horse, his fingers brushing against Y/n’s for a brief second.

“I’d love to, but I am afraid I don’t know how to ride, Tommy” she said, panicking for a second after having called him that. But she rested assured as soon as he spoke again.

“Well that can be fixed” he said opening the door of the stall and guiding the horse outside.

“You mean now?” Y/n asked with a laugh.

“Got something better to do?” he asked walking out of the stable with the horse. Y/n observed tommy as he prepared the horse. She had never seen him so gentle and calm before and she only realized she had been staring when Tommy directed his attention to her to ask her if she was ready.

“I think so” she said going to stand next to the horse wondering how the hell to climb up. But before she had any more time to think she felt Tommy’s hands on her waist giving her a push that allowed her to pull herself up on the animal. It was a good thing she had chosen to wear slacks that day, she thought.

“Goodness this is high” she said nervously looking down at Tommy when he began guiding the horse to move in a slow walk.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall” he promised repressing a mirthful tone at her nervousness.

He guided the horse with her around the property in the crisp evening air and Y/n allowed herself to relax with every step the horse took. Tommy’s presence made her feel safe and protected and she found it increasingly harder to look away from his figure. She wondered if he could feel her eyes on him.

When the sky began turning soft shades of purple and orange the pair returned to the stables. When the time came from Y/n to come down from the horse, tommy helped her again. Y/n began to love the feeling of him touching her and when her feet touched the ground in front of Thomas, he didn’t remove his hands from her waist right away and instead fixed his blue eyes on her, not wanting to stop looking at her.

She too fixed her eyes on Tommy as she felt a silent gasp in the base of her throat. That was the way she would’ve liked him to look at her on their wedding day. Tommy then leaned in, almost as if he were asking for permission before he tenderly pressed his lips to Y/n’s.

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@captivatedbycillianmurphy @peakyxtommy @nyotamalfoy @writeroutoftime @babylooneytoonz @slytherinicequeen @lilymurphy03

[edenmemes]

resident evil village starters

❝ oh, keep growing! one day your head might actually fit your ego. ❞   ❝ running will get you nowhere. ❞     ❝ you don’t have to trust my words, but do you have any better options? ❞   ❝ you shouldn’t be out here. it’s not safe. ❞   ❝ i know you don’t like to talk about it, but can we really just forget everything and pretend it didn’t happen? ❞   ❝ well, what do you think? it’s hopeless, right? ❞ ❝ i wish it could stay like this forever. ❞   ❝ oh, such a disappointment. i thought we could join forces.  ❞ ❝ i don’t have time for this bullshit. out of my way. ❞   ❝ i don’t give a damn about your personal issues. ❞   ❝ it’s a pleasure to see you safe. ❞   ❝ just give up. flesh and blood will never win against me. ❞ ❝ quit acting so full of yourself. ❞ ❝ the clock is ticking. playtime’s over! ❞ ❝ ohhh, don’t give up! ❞ ❝ you think you can take me on? ❞ ❝ you should have never refused me.  ❞ ❝ these are the fruits of my power.  ❞ ❝ leave it alone. you are out of your depth. ❞   ❝ i’ve learned all i can from you. your worth as a lab rat has run out. ❞   ❝ no, no, this can’t be the end for me! ❞   ❝ i can’t escape from here... i can’t do anything! ❞ ❝ what are you talking about? you think this is a game? ❞   ❝ don’t get cocky. i’d kill you if you weren’t the trouble. ❞   ❝ hey, do you know anything about what’s going on around here? ❞   ❝ i’m not used to relying on other people. ❞   ❝ you’re the real deal. well done.  ❞ ❝ i gotta...keep going. ❞   ❝ i think it’s time you left things in my hands. ❞   ❝ my power is leaving me! ❞   ❝ do me a favor... try to stay under the radar. ❞ ❝ you don’t get it. you don’t stand a chance by yourself. ❞ ❝ alright, alright. i guess i owe you an explanation. ❞ ❝ you must be pretty tough, huh? ❞   ❝ all your power’s done is drive you nuts. ❞   ❝ i gotta say, i’m surprised you made it this far. it’d be a shame if something happened to you now. ❞   ❝ so you finally came to see me! everyone falls for me in time. ❞   ❝ it’s all i can spare. take it, take it! ❞   ❝ you’ve got fight, i’ll give you that. ❞   ❝ i didn’t want to keep it from you. i didn’t want to lose you again. ❞   ❝ i’d kill you if you weren’t worth the trouble. ❞   ❝ is there something you’re not telling me? come on, talk to me. ❞   ❝ you can hear it, can’t you? someone’s waiting for you. ❞   ❝ oh, careful what you wish for. ❞   ❝ i don’t want to die. oh, it hurts so much. ❞   ❝ don’t look at me that way. ❞   ❝ i told you to sit down. ❞   ❝ you’re the reason ___ doesn’t love me. ❞   ❝ hey, kiss me? ❞   ❝ if it’s for you, i would do anything. ❞   ❝ come on, it’s not that much further! ❞   ❝ you’re the only one to see me in this form. ❞   ❝ ugh, my temper got away from me. ❞   ❝ play with me some more. ❞   ❝ trying to get on my good side? ❞   ❝ i don’t know if it’s the scent of the flowers, but i feel light headed. ❞   ❝ in all my years, i’ve never been this overjoyed. ❞   ❝ look forward to what i have in store for you. ❞   ❝ mmm, that smells good. what’s that? ❞   ❝ you really should have taken my deal. ❞ ❝ truth hurts, don’t it?  ❞ ❝ i’ve waited so long. but dreams really can come true. ❞   ❝ you coward! come out and face me. ❞   ❝ quit hiding, asshole. i’m not letting you get out of this.  ❞ ❝ i won’t let you have it. even if you beg. ❞   ❝ this is my territory, and i won’t let you leave. ❞   ❝ damn, i’m so cold. my legs won’t work. ❞   ❝ local wine, too. but if you’re going to keep sulking all evening, maybe you shouldn’t have any. ❞ ❝ it’s not paranoia if they’re really out to get you. ❞   ❝ you’re the last asshole in my way, aren’t you? ❞   ❝ well, at least we’re together. ❞   ❝ hey, now. think positively, all right? we talked about this. ❞   ❝ come now, don’t be shy. show me your terror. ❞   ❝ i would’ve sliced you to ribbons if they hadn’t stopped me. ❞   ❝ it’s only a riddle if you don’t know the answer. ❞   ❝ shouldn’t we face what happened there so we can live our lives without it hanging over our heads? ❞   ❝ rest while you can, because i will hunt you, and i will break you. ❞   ❝ this village is full of monsters. we can’t fight them! there’s too many. ❞   ❝ a dead body? wait...there’s more... ❞   ❝ you’re a lot like your father, you know. ❞   ❝ it barely flinched when i shot it. i feel like it’s toying with me. ❞   ❝ it’ll be fine. it’ll be fine. it’ll be fine. ❞   ❝ listen. you’re being played.  ❞ ❝ too bad you’ll pay for it...with your life. ❞   ❝ please won’t you stay with me? forever? ❞   ❝ you are lucky to die before your child. ❞   ❝ quiet now, child! adults are talking. ❞   ❝ there’s nothing wrong with my memory. you’re just being paranoid. ❞   ❝ this is...this is just too much. ❞   ❝ awww, you’re blushing. ❞   ❝ how can a man be ‘almost’ dead? that’s a question for the wise. ❞   ❝ what kind of sick medieval shit is this? ❞   ❝ i’ve spent a lifetime creating this moment...and you try to take it away from me? ❞   ❝ i’m sick of fighting you! ❞   ❝ why didn’t you fucking tell me right away? ❞ ❝ shut your damn hole and don’t be a sore loser! ❞   ❝ but i’m not paranoid, i’m just cautious. ❞   ❝ don’t get close to me when i’m cooking, babe. ❞   ❝ anyone who is anyone has heard of the likes of you. ❞   ❝ i haven’t cut open a man in a while. ❞   ❝ we moved here so that you wouldn’t have to deal with any of that, remember? ❞   ❝ why? why would you do this? ❞   ❝ i knew you would want to be involved. and this job is hard enough without civilians getting in the way. ❞ ❝ oh? you have something to say? ❞   ❝ tell me what’s out there! ❞   ❝ you’re still alive...? impressive. ❞   ❝ hey, are you listening? hey! ❞   ❝ exactly how much do you plan on annoying me? ❞   ❝ oh, no. they’re coming! ❞   ❝ do you have a gun? please tell me you have a gun. ❞   ❝ it’s not---nevermind. i’m sorry. ❞   ❝ drunk or not, you are welcome---and safe---in here. ❞   ❝ you know how to push my buttons. ❞   ❝ hey, don’t i get a say in this? ❞   ❝ you wouldn’t know proper manners if it slapped you in the face. ❞   ❝ i won’t forgive you, you bastard! ❞   ❝ why...why do you treat me the same as them? am i not your favourite? am i not special? ❞   ❝ at night, i hear wailing, as if ghosts roam the halls. ❞   ❝ quit your whining; we’re almost there! ❞   ❝ i’m afraid you can’t return to your old world any longer. ❞   ❝ how dare you bare your teeth at me. ❞   ❝ you couldn’t save them. they were already gone. ❞   ❝ in life and death, we give glory. ❞   ❝ can you even understand that humiliation?  ❞ ❝ even i can get angry. ❞   ❝ what the hell is that thing? ❞ ❝ we will meet again soon. ❞ ❝ let’s just say parts of the human imagination are better left alone. ❞ ❝ some treasures still lurk in this village. ❞ ❝ my decision is final. there will be no argument. ❞   ❝ everyone leaves me. even you. ❞   ❝ there is no safe! every sorry bastard out there has been ripped in half! ❞   ❝ come inside. the others are waiting. ❞   ❝ come with me. there’s something i have to tell you. ❞   ❝ what the hell is wrong with this place? ❞   ❝ the strong will destroy the weak. that’s the way of the world. ❞   ❝ no, we’re getting out of here --- together. ❞   ❝ but what i saw was...frightful. ❞ ❝ i suppose it’s what they call ‘the beauty of the grotesque’. ❞   ❝ you taught me so much and for that i will be forever in your debt. ❞   ❝ it is my curiosity that ties me to this place. ❞   ❝ please let me know if you’d like to strengthen your weapons. ❞ ❝ you’ll pay if i find out this is a lie. ❞ ❝ speaking of foolish questions, who --- what are you? ❞   ❝ if i don’t kill them then my life will never be my own. ❞   ❝ you are abominable. your deceit knows no bound. ❞   ❝ quit holding out, and get to the damn point! ❞ ❝ you’re the one who’s cursed. ❞ ❝ i hope you will be able to achieve your goal someday, too. ❞   ❝ that is why i had to leave you. i will regret never telling you goodbye. ❞   ❝ if i had but a little more time, i know i might be able to turn the tides of this battle. ❞   ❝ i can hear it shuffling about outside. ❞   ❝ and now you even try to steal my property? how dare you? ❞   ❝ ugh, just another simple little manthing. ❞   ❝ oh, good. i was just thinking of ways to pass the time. ❞ ❝ nowhere to go but up. ❞   ❝ where are you? show yourself! ❞ ❝ not without me, it’s too dangerous. ❞ ❝ shit, that was close. ❞   ❝ i heard explosions. what happened? ❞ ❝ you’ve dirtied my dress! ❞   ❝ you’re my daughter...now act like it! ❞   ❝ i don’t think we will make it through winter at this rate. ❞   ❝ the wounds are severe. i won’t last much longer. ❞   ❝ will you please stop talking in riddles? ❞   ❝ goddamn. it really is you. ❞ ❝ you sure of this? your body is, well, falling apart. ❞       ❝ how long have i been out? ❞   ❝ keep your distance. do not move until i give the order. ❞   ❝ i’ve got a tough guy here, i need some back-up! ❞   ❝ if my mom saw this shit, she’d think she’d died and gone to hell. ❞   ❝ shut your fucking hole! ...sorry about that. ❞   ❝ who are you? who sent you? ❞   ❝ please, be well. ❞   ❝ there’s more than we thought. watch out. ❞ ❝ to hunger...is to be alive. ❞   ❝ goddammit! why is everyone dying on me? ❞   ❝ hey! hey. don’t talk like that. ❞   ❝ my word, you truly are as strong as they say! ❞   ❝ don’t you love me? ❞   ❝ oh, you didn’t think i’d let you get away, did you? ❞   ❝ taken alive? dead? which would you prefer? ❞