#he’s my little teary eyed pathetic princess I love him

[ur-fav-alien]

Guys idc we’re all just obsessed with Cooper Trap what about Eben!

What about him!!! My sweet vampire princess!!!

[jj-one]

SALTY & SWEET 🥣

pairing: established relationship, nerdy bf!dom!Jungkook x gf!reader, jk is around 21/22 in this genre/tags: smut, (some) fluff, angst, degradation, praise kink, oral (m receiving), facef*cking, food play, c*m play, c*m eating, use of word daddy (once) words: 981

**old repost from my deleted blog

Oh you sad, sad little thing… always finding yourself in these compromising situations. The whole morning went as normal with Jungkook, he was super nice to you and smothered you with lots of loving kisses! But once he arrived back home from classes his entire mood shifted completely.

“Get on your knees, wanna use that pretty little mouth of yours right now.” Jungkook was hovering over you as you sat down.

You were just minding your business on the couch eating a bowl of strawberries when he said that to you.

“W-what?” Your eyes bug out of your head like a deer in headlights.

“Did I stutter? On your knees NOW!” His voice becomes more stern.

You squirm to get up, not wanting to waste another minute incase he gets angrier. Your body feels shaky from his intimidating persona, he usually comes off as sweet and caring but when he’s mad he becomes almost sadistic.

It didn’t take long for him to end up down your throat. All 7 inches of him being taken by you. You kept choking and gagging but the more you did it the more Jungkook would just keep pushing your head back down. His fingers latching onto your hair and thrusting his hips harder to get more of his cock deeper in your throat.

“C’mon, you can take it like the little pathetic slut you are. You’re my precious little pup right?”

His words made you so fucking wet for him.

You wanted to please him in the best way you could. Bobbing your head back and forth, his spit combined with your saliva all over your face. Jungkook likes it messy though, he also loves shooting his load out on your face after a long day. You acted like nothing but a toy for him to use, just a fuckdoll he can manipulate and dump all his cum into when he’s frustrated.

His glasses were sliding down to his nose as he keeps lowering his head to get a finer view of you. Your fucked out face was so angelic to him, so divine… you looked the most beautiful when you had Jungkook’s cock buried in your mouth.

“There atta-girl… such a good little slut for me aren’t you?” The way he talks to you will be your true weakness.

You had to prove your love to him. Your devotion. You wanted his cum as a reward so you had to work hard for it and push through the pain. You try humming to loosen up your vocal cords and take him better, the vibrations sent chills up his spine and he almost lost his balance for a second. Feeling the way he throbbed and twitched on your tongue made you moan against his shaft.

“Fuck yeah… good girl my good little fucking princess…”

You kept letting him throatfuck you and the tears came rolling down now. He loved seeing you become a crying fucked out mess for him, it filled his heart with the utmost joy.

“Aww.. my darling’s getting teary eyed, can’t take all of it huh??”

Your jaw hurts so bad but you can’t stop now, you have only one goal to achieve and that was to make your boyfriend cum all over your pretty face. His cock slammed into your uvula and you made a loud gagging noise, he would just grin and keep pushing hisself in you relentlessly. He laughed at your misery, the way your knees buckled and quivered while being under him.

He wouldn’t be laughing for too much longer though, one more thrust to the back of your throat would leave him nearly unable to talk. His body felt paralyzed. Eyes were violently rolling to the back of his head as he feels his release approaching. He jerks his hips back and quickly pulls out of your mouth. He doesn’t bring his cock to your face though, instead his attention is drawn to the bowl of strawberries you were eating from earlier.

He stands in front of it on the couch and viciously strokes his cock, large white ropes of cum come trickling down onto the fresh strawberries. Once he finishes he looks back at you now with an evil grin.

“Get on all fours for me doll.” He instructs you.

You do as you’re told, getting on your hands and knees, crawling your way towards him. He takes ones of the strawberries— that are now all coated with his hot delicious cum and brings it to your lips.

“Open wide.”

You open your mouth and he plops the strawberry in, you immediately close your mouth to start chewing. The strawberry was so sweet and juicy while Jungkook’s cum was warm and salty, this might be the perfect combination you’ve ever tried.

“Taste’s good right princess?”

You nod your head and finally speak “Yes, so yummy daddy, want to eat more!”

“Then go ahead, eat more.”

You dip your face in the bowl of strawberries and eat another one. You can’t get over how good his cum tastes with the savory fruit. He pets the top of your head like you were a kitten, just grinning at the sight of you eagerly eating his cum.

“Such a naughty little girl… you really are a huge slut.” He degrades you more, wrapping his hand around your neck as he lifts you from being on all fours.

You’re back on your knees again facing him while he kept a tight grip on you. The way this man had you so down bad for him, you were willing to let him do absolutely anything to satisfy his needs. Your body couldn’t stop trembling under his touch, he had you perfectly the way he wanted.

“Still look so pretty, even after sucking off my cock..” his hold on you was only getting tighter at this point.

“So obedient for me, always.”

[princessbrunette]

Princess I’m going feral thinking about looking up at rafe with big doe eyes while I lick his bloody knuckles 🥹🥹

ugh esp if he thinks you’re mad at him after he lost his temper and beat some guy up at a party for talking to u :( he thinks you’re gonna leave him or be mad at him and he’s soooo obsessively in love with you that he gets all teary eyed and starts rambling at you (think s1 rafe after the shooting incident)

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“you understand why i did it right? like— like i can’t just sit there and let some guy talk to my girl right, i have to protect you, because — you’re my girl. mine. you— you get it right?” his breath catches in his throat as he rambles, watching you slowly walk towards him from across the room. you lift his fist in your delicate hand, blinking silently at the blood before bringing it to your lips, pressing a kiss to the split skin.

“you make me feel so safe, daddy.” you muse, giving him your sweetest doe eyes. he blinks, like he’s in a dream and he’s in disbelief — his shoulders relaxing as he realises you’re not mad.

“so…” he chuckles shakily. “you’re not upset, to be crystal clear?”

“mm-mm.” you smile, and it’s contagious because he grins too— but it’s quick to drop into a parted lipped gasp as you flatten your tongue over the skin, cleaning it. his pants grow tighter immediately as he watches.

“fuck, you uh—” he licks his lips, lost for words.

“just wanna thank you for protecting me.” you tilt your head, batting your lashes with his blood staining your bottom lip. he nods, free hand raising to push his floppy hair back, thick bicep flexed as he watches your every move stiffly.

you reach for his belt, tugging at it and he’s quick to help you, undoing it skilfully and letting you unbutton his shorts. “you just do so much for everyone rafe, you’re the problem solver. you.” you fuel his delusion, getting off on the way his eyes widen a little from the manic adrenaline.

“yeah…yeah, me.” he pants, widening his stance clumsily as you unzip his zipper, dropping to your knees.

“real men like you deserve to get your dick worshipped. can i, please rafey?” you flutter your eyelashes again and he’s swallowing, nodding vigorously.

“hell yeah you can.”

i love when he’s a lil pathetic <333

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[yourthoughtsjim]

The Commanders and the Captains

Erwin x Levi x reader x Armin x Jean, afab/femme

A/N: I guess the writing braincell is back

Warnings: free use if you squint, cumplay, bukakke, praise, degradation, aftercare

Word count: 1.1k+

On your knees is where you find yourself with one of your commander’s cocks in your mouth. “Good girl, just like that.” Erwin groaned above you. His hands were tangled in your locks. 

“Faster, whore.” One of your captains, Levi commands with a growl.

“Come on, Lev, be nice to her. She’s being so good for me.” The other commander, Armin, remarks. 

“She’s a cock hungry slut, she needs to be reminded.” Jean, the other captain, retorts.

“Look at me, princess.” Erwin commands. He always did love when your eyes got blown out in pleasure. You tilt your head up as much as you can. “There’s those pretty eyes. All teary and doe eyed. So fucking pretty.” Erwin comments. 

“S-Shit, fucking stroking my cock like a pathetic whore.” Levi groans. “Can’t wait to spray my cum all over that pretty face.”

“Baby, you’re doing such a good job. Just like that, princess. You’re going to make me cum.” Armin states, bucking his hips into your hand. 

A slap on your ass was followed by “Such a tight fucking slut. No matter how much I abuse this whorish cunt, it’s always so fucking tight.” Jean says.

You had no idea just how good this felt. Being on your knees for the group of men felt like some kind of reward. 

You felt the familiar twitch of the commander in your mouth, so to get him there faster you bob your head faster. It worked since he spilled into your mouth seconds later. “Goddamn, soldier.” Erwin comments looking at how his cum seeped out of the corners of your mouth. “Such a very good girl.” 

He then steps aside and takes a good look on how the other men reacted to you. To your hands. To your perfect little pussy. 

You were finally able to moan properly instead of the pathetic half whines that came out while Erwin was in your throat. “Fuck, cadet. Sounds like a true pornstar, doesn’t she ‘Min?” Jean taunts. 

“J-Jean, stop it. She’s a lovely treasure is what she is. That’s right, sweetheart. S-So lovely.” Armin responds.

Jean just took to fucking you harder. He wanted more pretty noises out of you. There was a moment where he dug his nails into your hips purposefully. “J-Jean! Fuck! Harder. Fuck me like the good little whore I am!” You finally break.

“There she is, our pretty little whorish cadet.” Levi says.

Armin’s cock twitched in your hand. You knew your face was going to be painted with his cum. “S-Shit. Princess, you look so pretty with so much cum on your face already and Levi isn’t done yet.” Armin states. 

“Gonna fill this dumb little hole with all of my cum. Such a brain dead little bitch in heat. Only can think of our cocks in her.” Jean once again taunts. While the other men lasted pretty long, Jean was the one that lasted the longest. 

“Such a sorry excuse of a soldier. To even think you deserve a title like that. Although, sleeping with the commander does come with some perks.” Levi taunts. 

That’s when he slips out of your hand and with no warning, shoves his cock in your mouth. That was a way you knew he was close. He slides in your warm wet mouth with a grunt and roughly grabs you by the hair. 

Giving your head a few harsh thrusts, he pulls out and cums all over your face. He then takes a hand and smears it across your face. He may have not liked being messy, but you sure did and he loved it. 

“So pretty.” Erwin comments from the sidelines. 

Jean then pushes your head down into the mattress by the back on your neck. “Yeah, that’s right. Fucking whore.” His thrusts feel even better like this. “Such a fucking slut. All for her commanders and captains. Tell us how much you liked to be used like the cheap whore you are.” He commands. 

“I love it! I love being abused by you. Love hearing you call me pretty and beautiful and good and a whore!” You scream.

“That’s. Fucking. Right.” Jean’s being so rough with you.

Then you feel his veins pulse against your sore cunt. It wasn’t long before you felt the familiar streams of warm liquid fill your hole. 

You hadn’t cum yet. So, Jean quickly pulls out and rubs your clit vigorously. It was enough to send you over the edge. You cum with a moan before squealing. 

Erwin makes his way in front of you. “Look at how cute you look with our cum on and in you. Such a pretty little cadet.” 

Levi and Armin had left to go run you a bath moments prior to Jean cumming inside you. 

Jean carefully scoops you up into his arms. Leaning down, he whispers “You did such a good job for us. You always do, princess.” before giving your head a kiss. 

Erwin followed in tow as you entered the bathroom. You notice the dimness and look at the tub. Surrounding it are candles in your favorite scent. Armin took the liberty of pouring some bubble bath in the same scent. 

Gently, Jean lowers you into the warm water. The temperature soothed your aching muscles. Erwin kneels down and with a damp washcloth, he cleans your face first. 

Then it was Armin’s turn. He takes the shampoo bottle and squeezes some in his palm. Then he runs his hands through your wet hair. The scalp massage almost made you fall asleep right then and there. Then he rinses that out and puts some conditioner in and lets it sit there.

While the conditioner was sitting in your hair, Levi washes the rest of your body. Careful not to put too much pressure on your sensitive cunt. 

Armin comes back and rinses the conditioner out of your hair. Jean had left to get clean clothes and a towel.

When the men think they have done a thorough job cleaning you, Erwin stands you up and dries you off. Jean then helps you get dressed. 

The five of you return to the room Levi had picked up a bit. “What do you think of a nap, princess?” Erwin inquires.

“A nap sounds good, yeah.”

The four men climb into bed, leaving a space in the middle for you. You usually sleep between Erwin and Armin. You climb in and get comfortable. “Such a good, pretty cadet. We got lucky with this one, boys.” Levi comments. 

Jean yawns before he nods his head “We really did.” was the last thing he muttered before falling asleep. 

One by one, the rest of you fall asleep. Erwin was the one that normally fell asleep last, he liked looking at your peaceful sleeping face. It reminded him that the world isn’t so bad after all.

[lovieebby]

The Crying Game

Poly!Oscar Issac x Pedro Pascal x Fem!Reader

Summary: On a cold winter night, when Oscar’s sleep comes and goes, him and Pedro find themselves thinking differently when you cry.

WC: 2.9k

Warnings: 18+!!!! SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!! ddlg themes, crying kink, kinda dub con if you rlly squint, vaginal penetration, bodily fluids, oral/m receiving, heavy dirty talk, poly relationship

Note: Meda and I where talking about me touching base on how my theory of pedro (and oscar) having a crying kink, so here it is! Hope you love it from the depths of my horny corner! AND THANK YOU @pinksdaydream FOR HELPING ME THIS MADE IT 1000 TIMES BETTER!!!! 😩💞

In the large king bed with the heater ridding the cold breeze of the outside snow, Oscar awoke to the glowing moon. His arm was draped over your waist while your legs tangled with Pedro’s, comfortable and calm in the meer hours of the night. Oscar had been tossing and turning most of the night yet didn’t realize he fell asleep when he woke up with his nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

He felt his lashes flutter against the whisps of stray hairs from your now loose bun that had held your hair before you fell in your own sleep. He kept quiet for some time, listening to yours and Pedro’s breathing in hopes it would lull him back to sleep, but his mind and body were wide awake. Nights like these usually consisted of him sneaking out of the warm bed and creeping down stairs to the at home gym in the garage, though something different stirred awake. A little voice chanting erotic words and thoughts as you shifted unknowingly into his hardened member.

With slow and gentle movements, Oscar rolled you completely to your belly and propped your hips up slightly as he crawled behind your sleeping form. You groaned softly, making Oscar grin lazily when your legs spread to brase yourself. Even in your sleep you know your daddy’s touch and the thought made Oscar’s chest swell with pride at his little princess getting ready for him in her sleep.

He brought the blanket down just a tad, letting it lay on the back of your knees and pulling your nightie up your back. Your body still breathed evenly, sleeping peacefully which brought Oscar to spit loudly on your winking lips, bending impossibly close to your pussy to do it once more. He licked his spit through your folds and gathered it at your clenching hole as you mewled brokenly in the fluffy pillows.

You tried to stretch as Oscar folded his pants down, lining his cock up quickly to your entrance before you awoke. The bed dipped with his knees, restling the placement of the blanket and waking Pedro up with a quick intake of air. It took him a moment to understand the situation, but soon aware of what Oscar was doing by the time his cock was seethed completely into your cunt. Pedro’s smile was small and pleasant, watching Oscar fuck you awake. His hand came to lay lazily ontop of your head and brushed the hairs covering your face as your brows furrowed in confusion.

Oscar was slow with his thrusts, but pushing deep within you, making your hips tilt upwards. He felt your walls constrict and relax in one flush movement, your cunt spooked at first but realizing who and what had entered, relaxing its velvet walls around Oscar’s thick cock.

You muttered something under your breath as your heavy eyes opened slowly, Pedro being the first person you see while your body jults and withers. You began to pant in pleasure when your mind caught up with the real world, Pedro’s warm palm pressing on your cheek as you moaned brokenly.

“Someone’s awake,” Pedro cooed, his voice thick with sleep, his eyes trailing to Oscar’s hands fisting your night dress.

“G’mornin’ baby girl,” Oscar grunted, his hips stilling to your ass only to pick up his pace.

You grunted lowly, pouting your lips as Oscar slid out then pushing deep in a slow thrust. His breath was hot and shallow on your overly warm skin, sending your senses haywire at the sudden pleasure.

“P-papa?” You mewled, nose scrunched as your palms came to rub your eyes though Oscar’s thrusts knocked your head closer to the bed, “Daddy!”

Pedro chuckled at your squeal as Oscar hummed in delight with a lazy smirk. You hiccuped with a cry, your arms pushing you up to see your lovers clearly but Oscar and Pedro both had the thought of keeping you down. Pedro’s hand holding your shoulder blades down while Oscar held your hips closer to his. You cried again, mumbling incoherent words as a plea.

“Up! Let me up!” You cried in the sheets, nuzzling your nose in them.

“Jus’ wait baby— Don’t this feel good?” Oscar grunted, thrusting his cock in and stilled to walk closer to you by his knees, making his presence known. The pressure made your eyes roll back with a short hitch of breath.

“S-so go-good daddy…” You panted as you looked at Pedro, your eyes gloomy and teary eyed.

Pedro’s gut dropped, and not the kind where he felt guilty or bad, it was a raw feeling that he’d do anything and everything to see you cry, whether it was for him or Oscar. Pedro released your shoulders and sat up quickly to grab Oscar’s attention.

“Look look look.” He whispered, pulling your hair away from your soft and drowsy face, “Look at that…”

You sniffled when Oscar peeked at your damp cheeks and heavy eyes, your pants deep and erratic as you blew them into the sheets. He groaned at the sight of you. Your hair messy and untamed with your cheeks pressed to the soft bed as your body slumped in relief when he ceased his thrusts. Oscar quickly pulled out and turned you around, your back thudding on the bed in a bounce as you squealed in surprise.

“God fucking damnit princess.” He said, perching your legs up to your chest as you looked down at his gleaming cock.

Pedro whistled lowly, drawing your attention to your Papa before Oscar plummeted back into you. This time he could see every inch of you perfectly, your pussy fluttering to be filled and the sheer fabric that covered your chest that did little to conceal anything. Pedro could see it too, itching to rip your nighty straight down your chest to fondle with them, pitching and pulling until you come on Oscar’s cock.

Before you could count to three, Daddy’s hands were wiping your tears with a teasing coo, while Papa stretched the fabric of your dress down your chest to make your breasts exposed to them. You gasped and whined at their pulling and pushing, feeling like a bone for two hungry dogs. You cried again while your Daddy’s cock relentlessly pounded into you with need as your Papa twisted and tugged on your peaked nipples.

The fingers, cock and dirty whispers were too much. It was a toe curling burn that crept up your spine and throughout your ligaments; a coil that was about to snap. You couldn’t help but to bend your back into a painful arch and beg loudly for your release.

“P-please!” You moaned, thrusting your hips up to meet Oscar as your body ached for anything. A shove, a touch, a smack. Anything would be perfect to your release. “Daddy please!”

You looked at Oscar as you pleaded, but before he could answer, you turned your head to Pedro, screaming his name without a care of how pathetic your voice sounded.

“What do you need sweetie?” Pedro asked, coming closer to pull your head in his lap while he sat up against the headboard, “Is daddy and papa not giving you everything you want?” Oscar chimed, his warm hand coming to rest on the base of your neck.

“N-no! I-I have to cum! Please let me cum Daddy!” You defended, tilting your head back and forth to beg to your lovers. “Papa!”

Oscar moaned as fresh tears fell down your puffy cheeks, his cock bouncing in the warm walls of your cunt as his bollocks tightened. He was ready to blow his release, but stopped his movements and pulled out, making you whine as you cried harder. He sat back on his heels with a groan, his hand running over your slickened folds and stretched cunt.

“What about Papa? Hmm baby? You gonna give him some love before you cum?” He cooed with a pout, his head tilting as you nodded your head fast.

It was a perfect way to prolong his release, and Pedro knew it too. An all knowing smirk graced Pedro’s lips as he bit his tongue. His cock was impossibly hard in his fleece pants, hanging heavy on his thick thighs, clenching every moment you moaned and mewled.

“You look so pretty on Papa’s cock princess. Go show me and Papa yeah?” Oscar’s words were hypnotic, dripping from his lips like honey as he persuaded you.

He gripped your chin gently, rubbing your rosey bottom lip with his thumb, entranced by the thought of you perfectly seated on Pedro’s cock. You moved your head quickly when Pedro’s hands came down to rub the rounds of your breasts, your cheek laying lazily on his bicep as you looked at his darkened eyes and crazed peppered hair swirled around his beautiful face.

“May I have your cock Papa?” You asked sweetly, jutting your lips as you rose your chest for him to grope you more.

“Ah, using your manners? Such a good little girl I see.” Pedro adored, your eyes watery and wide while your lips pouted, he couldn’t say no. He’d be a fool if he did.

He didn’t wait for you to respond, hooking his arms under yours and lifting you up to sit in his lap. His legs where spread out before your ass landed on his thighs. You wiggled back, cooing and mewling as your Papa fumbled to barely pull his pants down to forcefully place you on his cock. It was a different feeling than Oscar— uncut and thicker, fulfilling and smooth. Pedro’s manhood stretched you further and made you squeal and squirm, him jabbing and demanding at your cervix, unlike Daddy’s who sweetly kisses your endings.

“Show Papa what you can do, let Daddy see it.” Oscar grunted, laying on his elbows as he gripped his cock, letting you and Pedro watch him pleasure himself at the sight of you two.

Pedro was the first to move as you drooled over Oscar’s show, watching intently as his big hands covered his slippery cock. Your breath hitched with Pedro’s fast and deep thrusts, your hips working in speed to match your Papa’s momentum. This had to be one of the favored mornings, your cunt onto his cock while you watched Daddy fumble with his, it made you moan louder with your ass bouncing harder on Pedro. And the man loved every minute of it, watching your eyes gloss as you watched Oscar and your sweet juices coating yourself along with him. It made a lewd squelch, making Pedro pant his moans as he squeezed your waist to keep your bouncing hard and deep.

You were repeatedly being impaled upon Pedro’s cock, it tore you in two so deliciously. There was a burn from him stretching you but it added on to the pleasurable ache between your legs. You were starting to lose yourself in the pleasure, your hips starting to stutter. Whines starting leaving your mouth, you didn’t think you could handle it anymore. You were still reeling from Oscar, the way he pushed into your unguarded walls to right now with how tempting he looks. Your body was buzzing as Pedro started taking over.

“Can’t handle it, Peach?” Pedro mocked as he flipped you onto your back, your movements too slow for his liking. He slid back into you and started pounding hard and fast, making you yelp as you covered your mouth. You were scared of the sounds that would come out if you didn’t.

You used your other hand to press it against Pedro’s tummy, trying to get him to let up on his pace.

“Uh uh, baby. You can handle Papa, show me how much of a good girl you can be and take it.” Oscar said as Pedro pushed your hand away.

“No! It’s too big.” You whined, making both Oscar and Pedro laugh at you, though the laughter soon turned into guttural groans as more tears cascaded from your eyes. Both men didn’t think they would be able to last much longer.

From the side view of Oscar to the way Pedro pounded his cock, you could help but mewl and shake as you held your legs up to your chest. The tilt of your hips drove Pedro’s cock deeper as your fingernails created half moons on your soft skin. You clenched and pulsed around you Papa, your eyes becoming blurry with tears while your pretty little head fogged. You couldn’t hold your delayed release even if you wanted to, it came quick and hard, making your mouth drop open in a silent squeal. Your tongue jutted out slightly as your eyes crossed.

“Ooh yeah baby— Fuck! Su-ch a good girl!” Pedro gasped, smirking with an open mouth as he imprinted your fucked face in his memories.

Oscar released his hand from his own cock like it had burnt him, panting as his member flexed for more. The sight was beautiful; your curvy body bent deliciously, your face flushed as you looked at the beds canopy with your mouth wide. The veins in your neck protruding out, blood pumping quickly before you finally spoke out.

“Fuck!” You squealed brokenly, the tears finally falling down your sweet cheeks. “More more more!”

Your mumbled words were your lovers dream, a blissed demand that any man would oblige. Pedro groaned loudly, shifting his hips deeper into your milking walls as they enchanted him to stay put. Oscar watched with awe as he quickly moved to you, his knees quaking as he did. He placed his cock head close to your mouth and you didn’t think twice as you opened your mouth quickly to trap his head in your warm awaiting mouth.

“Is this what you want sweetheart? Huh?” Oscar asked, Daddy shuttered, his eyes fluttering closed as he smiled wide like a cat that got the cream, “Both of your pretty holes filled?”

“Look so pretty baby…” Pedro mumbled with a curt grunt, pulling and pushing slowly to keep himself from blowing his warm seed into your inviting canal.

You rose your neck, letting Daddy slide easily in your throat. Small mewls and moans were gurgled around him as your eyelids hooded over your blown out pupils, attempting to smile lazily around him. Oscar fucked your face, slow and agonizing at the first few thrusts, then became erratic and aggressive like he was claiming every inch of your mouth. The sight persuaded Pedro to move, captured by yours and Oscar’s grunts and muffled moans. The feeling of Pedro invading your warm walls and Oscar nudging the back of your throat had you close to a second orgasm.

Pedro could tell you were close by the way you were starting to close your thighs, a clear sign that you wanted more but didn’t know how to ask for it.

“Do you want another, peach? Is that what you’re asking for?” Pedro asked. He enunciated every word with a thrust, making you squeal.

“Ask nicely, you’re so good at using your manners peachy girl.” Oscar said, forcing himself deeper into your warm throat.

You loved hearing his grunts, sending your nerves closer and closer to another release, as did Pedro’s unrelenting pace. The pad of Pedro’s thumb found your swollen and puffed clit, the texture of his thumb made you jerk at the sudden contact. He started rubbing in a circular motion, the build up didn’t take long; stars bursting behind your eyes as your back arched off the bed. Oscar came with an erratic thrust of his hips just as Pedro did, filling your greedy holes with bliss.

You eagerly gulped down all that your Daddy had to offer with weak whimpers as your cunt filled to the brim with your Papa’s hot cum. You willingly and joyfully took every drop your lovers gave, filling you up sweetly and beautifully while you panted and moaned.

The moment Oscar released his grip from your tangled hair, you gasped loudly, your heart pounding in astonishment of the lewdness you succumbed to. You didn’t regret a minute of the rough and passionate fucking, you loved every single thing about and secretly hoped for more. But the flushed cheeks and heavy eyes of Oscar told you that the silver haired fox was done for the moment.

You panted with a soft smile as Oscar slumped back on his heels while Pedro’s soft hands caressed your soft tummy, pushing gently to watch his release seep out of your puffed folds. He groaned again, rough and loud, his cheeks puffing in a long exhale while his eyes locked on his cock leaving your body as well as his seed.

It was a dream come true before your friend the sun rose with its bright rays of life, warming the cold ground and awakening the winter birds. But little did the sun know, you danced with the full moon in the most luxurious way.

Taglist will be added in a reblog!!!

[ceo-of-daichi]

Zero thoughts. Just thinking abt soft dom daichi coming home to see his baby trying to get off but she’s teary eyed because her little fingers don’t compare to big ones 🥺

Oh my god🥺🥺 i have so many thoughts...

Daichi could hear the light moans and frustrated cries as he entered your shared appartment. The whines and whimpers as he got closer to your bedroom door, the way small curses left your mouth in quick succession was all he heard as he reached the closed door. What he saw when he slowly pushed the door open however was not what he was expecting... You spread on the bed, your fingers pumping in and out of your needy cunt as tears brimmed in the corners of your eyes. You looked tired, frustrated and upset to say the least. ‘Can my poor princess not get herself off without Daddy?’ He cooed as he walked in tossing his bag to the floor and ridding himself of his jacket. ‘Please Daddy...’ You pathetically whined ‘I need your thick fingers, please’ You continued to beg as he unbuttoned his shirt climbing over you, removing your own fingers from inside of you and pressing his softly against your clit. ‘Hmmm you really couldn’t wait for me? Maybe I should teach you a lesson for being impatient?’ He growled lowly as he quickly started to thrust his fingers in and out of you, giving you no warning and no time to adjust. You squirmed beneath him, finally getting the satisfaction that your own fingers couldn’t give you.

A/N ~ 🥵🥵🥵 So yeah my thoughts are pretty clear i think... I love Daichi...🥺🤤

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M.I.A | alternate ending

⋆ ──────── ⋆ ✩ ⋆ ──────── ⋆ link to M.I.A member(s): han jisung ft bang chan genre: angst with fluffy ending summary: best friends to lovers au! after being hurt by chan over and over again. you finally come to terms with letting him go. but can you really move on from your childhood best friend? with a little help from your knight in shining armor maybe you finally can warnings: bullying, minor violence requested: yes holy shit like 20 requests to do this alternate ending lmao a/n: please read M.I.A first to understand absolutely anything in this scenario. this is not a stand alone. the scenario will start after the bullying scene, please note this is just a rewrite of the last part and is similar to the original. ⋆ ──────── ⋆ ✩ ⋆ ──────── ⋆

they heard a scream from the girls bathroom

both of them bolted to the bathroom

both of them hoping you were okay

when they entered their hearts broke

you were bloody and bruised up tied to a pole looking like absolute death

while katherine had her hand up looking like she was about to hit you

both of your faces were etched with pure unfiltered hatred

jisung automatically grabbed katherine’s wrist

“don’t you even fucking dare lay another finger on y/n ever again”

“what th-” she started as she turned around then she saw jisung’s expression

her face paled significantly

“jisung” you said letting out a sigh as a wave of relief washed over you

he really was your knight of shining armor

but then the softest hands started to untie you from the pole

and you saw a bed of some very familiar curls in front of you

ones you used to run through your fingers through on nearly daily basis

“c-chan?” you stuttered completely shocked

chan looked at you directly in the eyes

and you could see it all in his eyes

his eyes were glazed over with unshed tears

anger, sadness those emotions were all there

but most of all was the care he had for you and the worry

chan gave you a weak teary eyed smile and tried to keep his voice steady as he said

“hang on princess you’re gonna be okay”

your body eased knowing you really were safe

though you hated the fact he made you feel so safe with him

even though the last few months all he’s done was cause confusion, pain and heartbreak for you

but a part of you also felt like breaking

it was hard hearing him call you princess again even after everything that’s happened

“c-chan it’s not what it looks like” katherine said trying to defend herself

“not what it fucking looks like?” chan’s voice echoed throughout the bathroom

you’ve never heard chan sound so cold

“so literally a few hours after i break up with you saying it’s unfair to you for us to be together because i never loved you and you were a distraction from y/n you go and do this?” he spits out

your head started to spin when chan said that she was a distraction from you

you had no idea how to feel about it

absolutely no clue

as chan said that jisung’s jaw clenched 

to all of you it was like being drenched in cold water

but chan’s voice breaks you all out of your thoughts

“don’t ever fucking come near me, y/n or any of my friends ever again” he said with such finality

you knew katherine never would

chan scoops you up gently as possible as he does he whispers to you

“i’m here now”

and with the thought that you were being carried too much these days

you passed out

hospital bed again you thought groaning internally

you look around and see chan and jisung fast asleep on the couches

suddenly someone enters and you see minho

he has a distant smile on his face as he comes over and hugs you

“are you okay?” he asks concerned

“kinda” you croak out

he gives a soft laugh handing you a cup of water

“let’s not wake these two up they haven’t slept in like 2 days plus the drama that would happen if they did” he says lightheartedly

you snort “you would love that” you say smirking

“of course i am THE drama queen of the school but for your mental and emotional wellbeing probably not a good idea” minho says with a wink

silence overwhelms you two for a few seconds before you quietly asked

“what happened?”

a painful smile on minho’s face appeared

“well chan got a full on beating from all the boys for letting this happen and dating that old hag”

you laugh again at minho’s disgusted expression when he mentioned katherine

“she got expelled by the way also she literally like legally can’t be in the 50ft radius of you” he adds

“thank goodness” you breathe out glad you don’t have to ever see katherine again

“your parents went ballistic is an understatement but they’re thankful to both jisung and chan but they kind of think you’re a bit of a heartbreaker” he whispers the last bit like a secret

“me? a heartbreaker? what a joke” you scoff thinking of how much pain you’ve been through the last few months

minho gives you a knowing smile

“well you have the two most sought out guys in school wrapped around your little pinky finger” minho says gesturing at the boys sleeping

“well the two most sought out guys after me of course” he cockily adds flipping his non existent hair over his shoulder

you giggle you love minho and his antics

“but y/n you need to choose who’s it going to be chan or jisung?” minho seriously says

“i-i have no idea” you stutter out having absolutely zero clue

you didn’t even know how you got into this situation where you had to choose between them two

“think about it okay? cause you need choose. fast” minho says with a warm smile and a ruffle of your hair before leaving  

your head was spinning you had no idea what to feel

chan you knew you loved as a friend

but when did that even become a crush?? when did those feelings sneak through the cracks? you didn’t know how or when but it happened

though you were so hurt by him the last few months and you didn’t know how fast you could recover from all the pain he gave you

but then there was jisung

your knight in shining armor

he was there for you when chan wasn’t there

he comforted you, cared for you and loved you when no else did

you didn’t deny your heart fluttered when he was affectionate with you or complimented you

that he made you feel safe, warm and loved

maybe even more chan

but you still had no clue 

and you couldn’t bear the thought of hurting jisung

just a few minutes after minho left both boys stirred

“y/n?” jisung groggily said rubbing his eyes

“Y/N!!” he shouted rushing over to you giving you a hug as you laugh as he tightly squeezed you

“jisung i can’t breathe” you choke out

“oh my gosh i’m so so sorry” jisung says letting go of you quickly

chan looked at you two with a painful smile and says to you two

“i’ll let you two catch up, if you need me i’ll be at the rooftop garden” he says distantly and leaves

“y/n you should go after him” jisung says calmly

“what?” you ask in surprise

“you need closure, to sort everything out with your feelings and as much as i just want to wrap you in my arms and never let you go. protect you from everything and everyone. you need to do this for your sake. you love him y/n so go.” jisung says not looking at you

guilt and sadness was piercing your heart

the way jisung cared about you wasn’t like anything you deserved

the fact he had to wait for you to choose was absolutely ridiculous and you knew he deserved so much better

but you knew you couldn’t let go of him

he made you so so happy

but chan also was everything to you for so much of your life

and you needed to talk to him

you needed to know whether you were still in love with him

and if you still are you knew you had to let go of jisung cause he deserved better

you didn’t realise you were just standing there looking at him

until jisung wrapped his arms around you

“don't worry about me y/n just remember i love you” he whispers into your hair and gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead

your heart melts with his actions

and you knew for his sake and yours you need to talk to chan

but you wanted to come back to jisung

back to the love, warmth and happiness he gives you 

so you gave him a weak smile

which he returned with his signature bright one as you walked out of the hospital room

the moment the door shuts jisung’s smile immediately drops

he knew you might not have chosen chan yet

but he felt like you would  

and if you did choose chan he had no idea what he’d do

how would he ever find someone like you

his heart ached and he felt sick  

he lowered his head and shook his head putting his face in hands he said to himself “han jisung you’re such an idiot”

you on the other hand were going to the rooftop garden to find chan

the moment you got there you froze

what were you even doing there?

what were you going to say to him?

what were you going to do if you still loved chan?

your thoughts were making your head spin

before a voice interrupted them

“y/n?” chan says perplexed

you whip around to see chan sitting on a bench looking out onto a gorgeous skyline

“uh hi?” you awkwardly say sitting next to him on the bench

chan takes a deep breath and suddenly blurts out

“i’m sorry for everything, i thought i was doing the right thing and now i’ve realised all i was doing was hurting you”

“i’m still so confused chan what even happened between us? we were best friends” you say your voice barely above a whisper

chan sighs out before chuckling humourlessly

“i fell in love with you y/n” he breathes out

your breath hitched in your throat you were trying to process what chan said

“but then-wait what-then why did you treat me like absolute shit?” you struggled to formulate coherent words

because what he was saying didn’t make any sense to you 

“it was pathetic really i knew you didn’t have feelings for me so i became distant so my feelings would go away. katherine was merely a distraction that’s all. then you became close with jisung and everything came flooding back again. including the jealously which is why i said what i did in the cafeteria and i instantly regretted it but i thought you’d be happier with jisung which is why i said yes to let you go.”

chan finished quietly in an apologetic tone 

“chan i loved you with literally every single part of myself even if it was just as friends. were you that selfish that you didn’t think of me at all? how hurt i’d be? how even if we weren’t close or just friends i would want you in my life?” you ask bewildered 

chan chuckles bitterly “of course i thought of you day in and out and of course i felt like shit but somehow i deluded myself into thinking you didn’t want me in your life. it got worse once i saw you with jisung. romantic or not i love you y/n and i’ve always kept our promise and i always will keep it” he mutters under his breath giving you a look which softens your attitude with him

your heart warmed slightly

chan didn’t forget your promise and he never broke it

before you could say anything he continued 

“but i think i did the right thing by letting you go, your smile came back because of jisung, the pretty one, i missed it a lot” he says giving you a soft smile showing off the dimples which could melt even the iciest heart “so for once in your life please don’t care about anyone else including me but only yourself and go to him. i can see how much you love him” he says understandingly

but you could see the pain and regret in his eyes but also the care for you and acceptance of what was going to happen

he genuinely wanted for you to be with jisung and would be okay with it 

and now you knew hearing his reasons and seeing him and talking to him again

you loved him

but just as a friend 

but you won’t give up on you and chan’s friendship 

it still meant the world to you 

“chan i still love you as a friend and i was in love with your for months but we both know it wouldn’t work out between us after all this. and now all i want is for us to go back like we were.” you said softly not looking at chan until you say desperately 

“just please be my best friend again” 

he smiles at you softly with not even a single hint of hurt or anger

and gives you a hug which you relax into instantly 

but your heart didn’t flutter and there were no butterflies

it just felt like home, safe and warm

just like chan

“of course i will y/n. i’ll be honest i’m not over you completely romantically but i will with time and i promise in the mean time that i will never get in the way of you and jisung.” he says with sincerity

“i know you won’t” you say assured of his intentions 

"let’s watch the sunset together for old times sake and then we can both head down to jisung and sort everything out. how does that sound?” chan asks you 

“sounds like a plan” you say smiling finally feeling like everything was going right again

once you guys watched the sunset talked a few more things out and joked around a bit  

you headed back down to the hospital room

“can you wait outside i just want to talk to him first?” you asked chan 

he nodded

and he went in 

jisung was plopped on the bed looking like crap

but instantly got up as he heard the door open

“y/n?” he questioned with the cutest tilt of the head and his eyes wide

you give a beaming smile and run to him 

he catches you still in a state of shock as you jump and you instantly wrap your arms around him and laugh lightly into his ear

you fit perfectly with him, warmth filled you head to toe, and you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach

he was the one 

“i’m in love with you han jisung” you whisper into his ear

he looks at you in absolute shock and slowly but surely seeing your beaming smile and eyes which you were literally shining

he broke out in the most heart melting smile which made your insides feel like jelly

he presses his forehead against yours and you're barely a few centimeters apart 

“are you sure? really?” he asks sounding like he couldn’t believe it 

you laugh again “yes i talked to chan and i won’t lie i still love him as a friend and i still want him in my life but the one i’m in love with is you sung” 

with how much love jisung looked at you in that moment you knew you could never be happier with chan 

and before you knew it 

jisung’s lips met yours 

and you knew in your head it was cheesy as hell to say 

but everything felt like it was falling into place 

it was passionate and sweet kiss with so much love between the two of you 

it’s like you could feel the happiness radiating off like waves

you guys broke apart laughing and jisung gently lowered you to the ground

“chan needs to talk to you so i’ll be back in a few minutes”

you say giving him a soft smile as he pouts jokingly as you leave making you laugh

as you left chan went back in

chan gave him a smile 

“i know i’m not the person you want to see but i won’t take much of your time. i want you to know i still love y/n as a friend so much and i want her in my life but my feelings for her are fading. and i promise i won’t ever get between you two” chan says reassuringly

jisung smiled and said calmly “if she forgives you i forgive you. and i know you won’t come between us just don’t ever hurt her again and we won’t ever have any problems” 

“no plan to” chan says smiling widely 

“missed ya brotha” jisung says jokingly 

both of them laughed giving each other a bro hug 

suddenly the door opened

they heard a loud gasp 

“y/n i think they’re leaving you for each other” minho says acting shocked

“i can’t believe it” you cry out playing along 

there were a few moments of silence 

then all of you burst out laughing

jisung came over to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder and gave you a quick forehead kiss

you smiled lovingly back at jisung

chan and minho just gave each other a look 

that day you realised that you were never the girl who was going to fall for her prince charming

you were the girl who broke the rules and ran away with her knight in shining armor 

and still lived happily ever after 

⋆ ──────── ⋆ ✩ ⋆ ──────── ⋆ my gif take with creds!! i am genuinely the most sorry person in the whole entire world for everyone who’s literally been waiting for this alternate ending for a whole year. I’ll be honest I’m not going to be on tumblr at all and I haven’t been for a long time. but I feel all my readers who have stuck with me deserved this alternate ending. also the ending itself is so bad and rushed im so so sorry lol. thank you to everyone who's supported my writing and this blog it means a lot and im so sorry im not active on it anymore. my blog will still exist but i won’t be active. lots of love for everyone who read this message.  as always please send in anons, comments and feedback i always love everything you all send me!! ⋆ ──────── ⋆ ✩ ⋆ ──────── ⋆

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Memento

Melizabeth Week Day 3: Precious

As usual during the early evening hours, the Boar Hat was bustling with customers. Meliodas had prepared rounds upon rounds of fine ale from all the outlandish places he had stocked in his wine cellar – out of the absence of a basement located on the third floor –, and none of the packed tables showed signs of slowing down. Most of his clientele belonged to the Holy Knights, easy to identify by the straight way they held themselves even while drinking and the occasional pieces of armor catching the light.

Meliodas rolled his eyes and polished the mug in his hands with more vehemence. His experience had taught him that there were only two types of customers every tavern owner wanted to fill his house with: people with money and people with unhappy marriages.

And if the pathetic salary paired with the grueling workhours Meliodas had endured when he had been a Holy Knight of Liones were any indicator, his current set of customers fit into neither category.

At least the atmosphere was cheerful enough to motivate multiple rounds of booze, which Meliodas gladly filled into another set of mugs placed on the wooden tray Diane was all too eager to shove in his face.

“Another round coming right up,” she yelled, earning herself cheers from the table in the far-off corner, before she disappeared within the crowd on light feet.

Meliodas was lucky to have her today; his assistance waiter only showed up to work on rare occasions these days. No wonder with all these political troubles on her mind about clan fusions, border regulations, and peace treaties. He could call himself lucky to have avoided that particular set of hassles. Life as a tavern-owner sure had its downsides – customers with a drinking habit, or as Meliodas liked to call it ‘drowning habit’, similar to Ban’s loved to grind his nerves –, but at least he had no expectations to trouble himself with.

Well, apart from the expectations of hungry customers of course.

“Hey, where’s my meat-pie special?” one of the loudmouths from the front table asked while shaking his mug with enough élan to spill half its content on the table. Shame about the liquor; the burgundy drink looked suspiciously similar to one of Meliodas’ most expensive offers on the menu. But if that compelled him to order a second serving faster, Meliodas would be the last one to complain.

“I’ll check in with the cook,” Meliodas said to appease the troublemaker. If Ban was slacking in his agency as prized top chef again, he would give him hell on earth. Or he could demand the keys to his booze storage room back – that should do the trick too.

But before Meliodas had a chance to knock down the kitchen door with a commanding stare and the words ‘Captain’s orders’ on his lips, that same door swung open as Meliodas’ favorite person in the world emerged from the kitchen.

“No need, good sir, I have your order right here,” Elizabeth said.

Not even the dim light of the Boar Hat’s oil lamps screwed to the ceiling could take away from her beauty as she slipped into the tavern room, a plate stacked with meat-pie balancing in her hands. Her long silver hair flowed behind her, charmed by the new waiter outfit Meliodas had presented her a few days ago with a sly grin. The scandalously short skirt and ribbon-top enhanced her perfect curves, and Meliodas patted himself on the back for coming up with the design. Elizabeth almost floated into the room on her white slippers, and presented a beam to the customers that made Meliodas forget everything at once, including the urge to scold Ban. All he saw was her as she moved with the grace of a Goddess…

… and stumbled over her own feet.

His brain kicked back into action, and in a fit of chivalry Meliodas jumped forward to prevent her fall. He was a man of opportunities, however, and when he caught her, not only did he save Elizabeth from a bruised knee, he was also treated to a first-class look – and more crucial, touch – of her upper body’s unique and soft qualities.

Elizabeth shrieked in a return to old habits, and Meliodas could imagine the priceless redness creeping into her cheeks, but because his face was still tucked into her bust, he missed out on the sight. Not that he would have traded this place for anything in the world.

The rattle of costly china invaded their privacy, and Meliodas steeped back to examine the damage with an unflinching poker face. Elizabeth, still with a blush on her face, stared at him with wide, blue eyes as large as plates. Speaking of plates, Elizabeth’s hands, frozen in the forward motion they had entered when she had lost her balance, were empty; the meat-pie along with its porcelain company had shattered on the floor to cover the stonework with white shards more pricy than Meliodas could afford after a week of double-hours. Out of all the pieces of crockery he owned, it had to be this one.

Elizabeth shocked gaze skipped between Meliodas and the broken plate, the first tears swimming in her eyes.

“Not again!” Ban complained from the kitchen. “I can’t prepare each meal twice just because it keeps raining plates. I want to submit vacation!”

“Shut up, Ban,” King said, followed by a low thud that sounded like Ban’s head had made the acquaintance of the ceramic workbench.

“I’m so sorry, Meliodas,” Elizabeth said teary-eyed. “I know this was your favorite plate. Even after you’ve made me co-owner of the tavern, I’m still no use when it comes to lending you a hand. If there’s a way to make it up to you, I’ll –”

“Sssh, if you keep talking like that, you’ll soon start to believe this nonsense.” Meliodas petted her head, and a glimmer of happiness returned to her eyes. “It took me five years to turn into a somewhat decent tavern owner, and even then, I maybe failed to offer my customers a decent meal once or twice. As I’m sure Hawk will be eager to inform ya. Yo, scraps disposal, there’s work for you.”

The named swine emerged from behind the counter and sniffed at the leftovers on the floor. “Even your best food can’t compare to what Ban cooks on his worst day. The smell alone… and the soft flavors that explode in your mouth with an aftertaste only the gods could have created…”

“Well, help ya’self.”

“Oh, I will,” Hawk said with a cloudy expression; he had already fallen victim to the intoxicating aroma of Ban’s food and used his hooves to shove the remains of the plate aside to dig into the meal that was no doubt too good to be wasted on him.

All these servings of Ban’s cooking had made him choosy, and if Meliodas didn’t threaten him with starvation, he wouldn’t do as much as look at the scraps Meliodas and Elizabeth handed him when Ban was out and busy enjoying his own life. Why did he continue to pay these morons? Well, technically their salary consisted of nothing but a pat on the back, but Ban and the pig enjoyed the luxury of unlimited access to Meliodas’ booze and groceries – and they both knew how to make the most of this privilege.

Elizabeth had dropped to her knees beside Hawk and collected the white shards with her bare hands and more bitterness than Meliodas could bear to see on her face. She treated each piece covered with artistic lines depicting birds and deer and landscapes almost like a lost child.

He bent down next to her and took her hands with soft firmness. “You’ll cut yourself.”

Elizabeth’s hands were shaking when she let go of the shards, but despite the emotional struggle she worked herself through, she had regained enough control to climb to her feet with his assistance. All these curious gazes from the overcrowded tables only added to her unease, and the meat-pie guy made a particularly sour face as he watched his order disappear into the greedy maw of the pig. Elizabeth needed a bit of air to calm herself, and Meliodas would be happy to escape the noise, so why not delegate some tasks to his underlings?

“Yo, Gowther, take over the counter for a bit, wont’cha?” Meliodas said and scooped Elizabeth with the same ease he would have a baby bird.

Gowther left the corner he had occupied with the stiffness that befell him whenever a captivating book found its way into his hands and saluted. “Roger, Captain!” He picked the mug Meliodas had polished to perfection, and rubbed the dirty cloth from the counter over its surface in an attempt to copy Meliodas. Maybe he hadn’t been the best fit for the job, but Meliodas had other things on his mind besides Gowther’s inability to look like a bar tender with any sort of competence.

With Elizabeth in his arms, Meliodas rushed out of the door and trod over dry patches of grass until the sounds of conversation and laughter from inside the Boar Hat had faded to background stereo. Sometime after he had ordered Diane to lighten the oil lamps in the tavern room, the sun must have disappeared; apart from the stars and the beams of orange seeping through the Boar Hat’s lattice window, the landscape was covered in shadows.

Meliodas placed Elizabeth on her feet and reached out to cup her face. “Feeling better?” Her small but honest nod encouraged him to continue. “You shouldn’t get so worked up about this tavern business, we set this up because we both enjoyed the idea, remember? And who cares if that chattering knight in training doesn’t get his meat-pie? I’ll be the last one to complain.”

“Sometimes I feel so useless next to you,” Elizabeth admitted quietly. “In other lives I was a warrior or a knight or a sailor. But the longest time in this life, I’ve spent as nothing but a spoiled princess. Even running a tavern with you is more than I can manage.”

Meliodas studied her with a knot in his throat he couldn’t swallow. “Elizabeth…”

“But,” she interrupted, “no matter how often I fall and how often I let you down, I won’t give up. That’s what you did for me. I want to at least repay you a little, and with more practice, I will do better, I promise.”

“There’s nothing you’d have to repay me for,” Meliodas said with a smile that turned wicked when an idea crossed his mind. “Of course, if you’d ask your crazy wealthy relatives to fund our business every once in a while, I won’t decline.”

Elizabeth laughed that adorable laugh he was so addicted to before her gaze was caught by Liones’ capital glistering in the distance with tiny lights from a thousand windows. The palaces’ outline, a bulk of stone towering above the city, stood out against the hill ranges in the distance. For a moment, the reflections of her old home shone in her eyes, and Meliodas soaked in this beautiful expression like a man dying of thirst.

She surprised him with the question she asked next. “What about the plate was so dear to you?”

“You’re still thinking about that stupid piece of china?”

“No… I mean, of course I am still sorry for breaking it, and if I knew how to mend it, I would in a heartbeat, but what I want to understand is what the plate matters to you. I would like to be able to see the value in those objects that surround you the same way as you do.”

After three thousand years, she still surprised him with how much she cared about the little, unimportant details others would fail to even notice.

Meliodas crossed his arms behind his head and let his eyes trail over the landscape without seeing any of its shapes. “I got this plate from an old woman in Byron, a few years after I opened the first version of the Boar Hat together with a Hawk. There were all these people on the street, trading their tableware, laughing, and shoving around in these idiotic traditional dances. I stopped by the town by pure chance on that day, but Hawk forced me to spent all my hard-earned savings on new plates, so I went to the stall of this woman with the intention to get this trip over with as fast as I could. But even for someone who doesn’t care one bit about how the dishes under the food look, the craft she had put into these things was a sight for sore eyes. And while I was studying this one plate, she told me that she’d give me that one for free. She wouldn’t accept a single coin. I asked her why she would do that for a stranger, and you know what she said?

“She said it was the birthday of the third princess of Liones, a day to celebrate and show kindness to those who aren’t offered sympathy on other days. That one was the only plate I brought with me that day. Hawk was furious, of course. But that plate and the gesture behind it always reminded me of you, Elizabeth, and of your kindness. That’s why it was my favorite.”

When he craned his neck to peek at Elizabeth, Meliodas was met with a warmth that could melt glaciers and a sorrow that could bring tears to the eyes of stone-cold warriors. “Now I regret that I broke that plate even more. It sounds like it was a very precious piece of remembrance to you.”

“Forget that plate,” Meliodas said and stepped closed to take her hand. “What’s precious to me are all these little moments with you – especially when you stumble over your own feet and I’m there to catch you.”

They leaned closer until they lost themselves in the touch of the other. And if Meliodas had been given the choice by some higher entity, he would have traded that plate – that had by miracle survived all the times his tavern had been shredded by accursed strokes of fate to remind him of the kindness he had been granted – for this moment every single time.

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BTS One Shot ||𝒫𝓇ℴ𝓂𝒾𝓈ℯ|| You x Jimin

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You could clearly tell the moment Jimin had entered your hotel room. That something was wrong. And profoundly so.

"Hey, babe. You're home!" you welcomed him, cheerful, as you spun around in your seat on the sofa and put your arms up on the headrest, chin residing on your folded hands while you looked up at your boyfriend, smiling in anticipation for his affectionate greeting, waiting for any sort of reaction as he passed you by. But Jimin did not as much as look at you.

Head hanging low, hands buried in the long sleeves of his oversized jumper, he made his way through the living area straight to the bathroom, dragging his feet, and you had a feeling it was not only the exhaustion from the performance he just concluded that had drained Jimin of his natural warmth and energy.

As soon as he closed the bathroom door behind himself and you could hear the bolt catch, telling you Jimin did not just close the door but locked it, you got up from the couch and followed him.

Something wasn't right, your gut feeling never lied.

"Jimin?"

Softly, you knocked on the door. Once. Twice. You waited, knocked again. But there was no response, no sound at all coming from inside.

"Jiminie? Baby?"

One ear pressed to the wood, you were almost sure you could hear him sniffling, quietly sobbing.

The thought of Jimin crying in self-chosen isolation on the cold bathroom floor, all by himself with no one to hold him, no one to lean on, broke your heart.

"Hey, Jiminie? What's wrong, baby? Won't you let me in?"

Silence.

"Please, open the door, baby. Don't lock me out."

For another minute, you waited, urging yourself to be patient, to hold back just a little while longer, to give Jimin time and space until he was ready to open up and talk to you. But your heart was pounding against your rib cage, imploring you to break down this door if that was what it would take to be by Jimin's side, hold him tight and take away his pain. Knowing him, however, that was not the way to go. You had to give him breathing room, allow Jimin to come to you, to let you in.

Another few minutes of silence went by before you could finally hear movement coming from the other side of the door, and the lock clicked open.

Face puffy and eyes red-rimmed, Jimin blinked at you against the bright light flooding the living room.

"I'm sorry, Y/n." His voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper. "I – I just didn't want you to see me like this."

Without meeting your eye, Jimin averted his face, lowering his head again, hiding behind a curtain of damp hair.

"I'm pathetic," you could hear him mumble as Jimin retreated into the bathroom, sinking to the floor next to the shower cabinet.

"No. No!" Quickly, you hurried to his side, squatting down before him, keeping your distance, however, giving him room. "No, babe, you're not. You're nothing short of magnificent, and you know it."

"Yeah, sure," he scoffed, his words followed by a bitter chuckle.

"Not a big fan of this attitude of yours tonight," you joked, anticipating a reluctant smirk to spread across Jimin's tear-stained features. Because, usually, you never failed to make him smile. This time, however, his grin remained absent. He didn't show any reaction at all.

With a sigh, you sat down next to him, observing Jimin's every movement while you hesitantly reached for his hand. When he didn't pull back, you laced your fingers through his, your thumb drawing soothing circles against the soft skin of his palm.

With a stifled sniffle, Jimin leaned closer and put his head on your shoulder.

"Baby, what's wrong?" you asked into the quiet. "Whatever it is, you know you can tell me."

"You won't understand."

"But I can try." You paused. "Did something happen at the concert? Is it because I didn't come?"

"No. That's not it. I know you had your reasons."

"Then what is it? Hmm?"

He stayed silent.

"Jimin, baby, talk to me, please. So I can make it right."  

"It's just –" His voice cracked.

You could feel Jimin's body trembling against yours. Sniveling, he reached up to dry his tears.

"I failed, Y/n. I disappointed my fans tonight. My incredible fans who probably flew hundreds of miles just to see me, us, perform. Thousands of them. And I failed them all. I failed our ARMY."

At this point, Jimin was being shaken by silent sobs, crying uncontrollably now that he had let his guard down.

"No, Jimin, you didn't. Baby, you didn't! I know for a fact that you didn't. You could never disappoint them."

"But, I did! I messed up, Y/n! It's official. I'm a lousy singer, okay!? And I have thousands of witnesses who can back me up on that," he talked himself into a rage, hands tearing at his own hair. "I'm a failure. An embarrassment. Even an amateur could have hit that note, but I didn't. I ruined it. I wrecked my solo tonight. The best part of it. And I can assure you, there was not one single person in that arena who missed my mistake. Even a layman could tell that I screwed up. Big time.  And I can never undo that. I just – I wish I could turn back time and do a better job. To give our ARMYs what they deserve, what they probably spent hundreds of dollars to see."

Now, Jimin fell quiet, hanging his head in shame. The sight of it and the urgency in his quivering voice, the sincerity of his words, broke your heart.

Your own eyes filled with tears, you climbed onto his lap and cupped Jimin's face with your palms, gently lifting his chin so he would have no choice but to look you in the eye when you spoke up again.

"Jimin, baby. You're not perfect, you're only human, and humans make mistakes sometimes. Your might have body failed you, but that was not your fault."

You could tell just from the look in his eyes that Jimin struggled to believe your words. But part of him still fought them. A part of Jimin that blamed himself, loathed himself, would always put him down.

"You did basically perform nonstop this past week, singing your lungs off every night, and your fans are aware of that," you continued, drying his cheeks while your own were covered with tears. "They adore you. And they know you always give at least 120%, that you do your very best on stage, every single time. That you go above and beyond the call of duty to be your best self for them, to give back to your ARMY what they gave you and more. I'm sure they don't blame you for missing one note. Instead, I bet they're worried about you, concerned for your health. Your voice does sound a little hoarse. Maybe you just need some rest, hmm?"

"That's what my coach said, too."

"See? You did nothing wrong. And even if you did, it's not the end of the world, baby." You leaned closer to place a quick peck on his nose, your gaze boring into his as Jimin looked up at you, still teary-eyed, his glance overflowing with fondness. "There will always be another time, another chance to shine, to make it right, to do better. Just like there will always be days like these when things just don't seem to go your way. But the good days outweigh the bad ones, by far. For all the times you failed, there are hundreds of times you did so much better. And I can tell you that you're many things, Park Jimin, but you're not a lousy singer. You hear me? Your voice is magic. Pure bliss. It’s a gift. And you worked so hard for it, you still do, every day. So, please, don't put yourself down over one little mistake."

"Y/n –"

"I know, I know. Easier said than done. And I have no idea what I'm talking about. Blah blah."

Finally, you managed to elicit just the hint of a smile from him.

"But I do. I know perfectly well what I'm talking about. Because I've seen you perform. I've witnessed the magic first hand, so many times I lost count. And you know what? You're enrapturing, Park Jimin."

Cheeks flushed, he smiled at you through tears, covering his face with both his hands, flustered.

"Oh, stop it, Y/n."

"But I'm serious, Jimin. Up there, in the spotlight, on the big screens, you're breathtaking. Your smile, your voice, your dance, your presence. There's a reason you fascinate so many people, capturing their hearts and imagination. It's plain and simple. You, my love, are remarkable. Beautiful in every aspect of your being. And trust me when I say that, even if you did make a mistake, no one cared. And I mean that in the best sense possible. Because the people witnessing you first hand, they're usually so blown away by you and the show you and the guys put on, they don't even have time to dwell on whatever little errors you may commit. Seriously. I've experienced it. I've been part of that crowd. Those people looking up at you, your fans, they only want what’s best for you. And they're so happy they get to see you, they're crying literal tears of joy, screaming their heads off whenever you enter the stage. For a reason. So don't you try to tell me that you're a lousy singer, Park Jimin. Because lying is not tolerated in this household. You hear me?"

"I love you."

"But did you hear me?"

"Aye, Ma'am," Jimin chuckled, beaming with affection as he sat up to bury his hands in your hair and press his lips to yours for a gentle, lingering kiss that ended with his forehead resting against yours.

"Thank you," he then whispered, short of breath.

"For what?"

"For being my home, my remedy."

Jimin's face was gleaming now, his frown gone, no trace left of his troubles as he caressed your cheek, the tip of his thumb following the curved line of your smiling lower lip.

"Always."

“Always? Promise?”

“Yes, I promise,” you whispered, getting lost in the clear pools of Jimin’s bright eyes. 

Smiling, Jimin held out his pinky and, when you took it, pulled you close to his chest, his little finger still interlinked with yours when he placed a tender kiss on your temple. 

"I love you, princess. More than you know.”

“But I love you more.”

“Impossible.”

So ... I haven’t published any writing in a while. I hope you enjoyed this fluffy mess. And that it wasn’t too cheesy. 

Love you and hope you’re all well. 💞

[harry-hook-me]

True Family

Writer - @harry-hook-me (myself)

Request - @woahtatyana

Disclaimer - I do not own any of the Descendants characters or scenes from the movies, all credits goes to the creators and producers of Disney’s descendants.

Summary - Y/n, Harry, Uma and Gil hate it at Auradon and decide to wreak havoc so they can go back to the Isle, in the process Y/n finds out some big news which stresses her out but helps her realize she truly is evil.

Warnings - swearing, bad behaviour (if that it even a warning)

It’s been five weeks since me, Harry, Uma and Gil left the Isle and arrived at Auradon, and every second I’ve hated. This place is just totally the opposite of us. Pastel, pretty and full of perky princesses and dumb princes. Were pirates for god sake, we belong on the sae, not at some school for the goodies.

“We need some sort of plan, there’s no way I’m staying here anymore. I don’t want to be good, I’m evil, it’s in my blood. I’m destined to be the queen of voodoo, not a prissy pink princess” I vented to harry as we walked through the clean corridors of Auradon Prep. I rolled my eyes at the group of girls chatting away in there colourful dresses. “I’m with ya love, this place ain’t meant for us lot.” Harry huffed back. Harry and I have been together for three years, he has always been my best friend and the one who got me onto Uma’s crew.

Harry and I arrived at the oak tree where Uma and Gil were sat, out little area we always went to since we arrived. I perched next to Uma and sighed. “still hate it here?” she questioned “ey” I nodded back at her, “same” she replied, “me two” Gil added. “and meh” Harry sighed. It was obvios to anyone that none of us wanted to be here. “One problem, getting back to the Isle is as difficult as getting off it.” Uma huffed and lent back onto the tree we all sat under. “I want to go home” Gil sulked. I put my hand on his arm and gave him a sympathetic look. We all sat there in silence for a couple of minutes until, “I have an idea” Uma shouted out of nowhere. “if we can’t leave Auradon, we could always get kicked out” she smirked wickedly. We huddled together and began making plans to wreak havoc around Auradon.

It was night fall and I was preparing for the first of many tasks to hopefully get us kicked out of this hell school and sent back to the isle. Uma gave the first one to me. I grabbed my back pack filled with spray paint and headed out of my dorm room. I quietly tip-toed out of the school, and closed the huge entrance door. I grabbed my first can and got to work, about half an hour later I had finally finished my master piece. The crews catchphrase “WE RIDE WITH THE TIDE” was written in big, green spray paint across the door to the school, the octopus pirate logo just underneath. I was sure to add a picture of a hook, ship, anchor, and skull. I signed the artwork, to be sure they knew it was me that did it then gathered my things and scurried back to my dorm quickly and quietly.

The next day I woke up to a lot of noise outside my dorm room door. I hopped out of bed, put on some cloths and walked out of the room. All eyes on me. Everyone in the hall. Dead silent. I chuckled, and evil grin on my face. “I can spell your fear” I laughed. “The only reason that I’m hear, is to wreak havoc” I added, laughing, everyone looked scared and stopped staring I strutted down the hall purposely bumping into people making them drop their books. They know I don’t mess around, after all, my father is the lord of the shadow people, and he taught me everything I need to know about destroying my enemies.

I met up with the crew at the oak tree, same as always. “There’s my evil girl” harry smirked as I walked over. I giggled, wrapping my arm around his neck and pecking his lips. We all looked over at the door, my masterpiece, out for everyone to see. “you did a good job Y/n, but theirs still more to do.” Uma said, our heads all turning to look at her as we began to discuss our next plan of action.

I sat in biology, bored out of my mind. It was about time for our next mischievous act, lucky all four of us were in this class together, though fairy godmother, had made sure we didn’t sit together so we could actually get some work done. I looked around at the three others, nodding to each of them, signalling that it was time. I stood up and got on top of the table. The other three then doing the same. I smirked, fairy godmother looking up at us all in disbelief. “get down right now, children” she said to us sternly. Uma and I giggled. Pathetic. “oh shut up you old hag” harry hissed. “Everybody prayin that we’ll change, well maybe on day but tomorrow we’ll be back at it.” I added. “They call us all menaces” Gil states “          They say that we’re cursed” harry added. “but something about us is making them jealous” Uma giggles “So listen and learn.” I finish. I walked across the table. Kicking books and papers off. Harry jumped off of the table he stood on and walked over to the table I was on. He held me hand and helped me as I jumped down. Gil and Uma then jumped down from the tables they were on, the entire class, plus fairly godmother still had their eyes glued to us. We all walked to the door then turned round. “I don’t think they realize that real villains, never change.” Uma said, somehow making everyone in the room look a little more scared of us, I love this. I giggled as we began to walk out. Before walking out, Harry turned and bowed at the class, his signature smirk plastered on his face, he turned and wrapped his arm round my waist palling me closer. All four of us walking away from the class leaving everyone in that room, including fairy godmother, completely speechless and in shock.

Uma and I were currently sat on my bed in my dorm room, talking about what it was going to be like when we can finally go home when a loud nock on the door broke us both out of our deep conversation. I walked over to the door and opened it. It was Harry and Gil, they both had big smiles on their face. “King beasty wants a chat” harry smiled. I turned to Uma “it’s time” I giggled.

We entered Ben’s office, Belle, ex-King beast and fairy godmother were also in there. “So” Ben began, just send us back already. “You guys have really been causing chaos around the school and we can’t be having that here in Auradon. We’ve given you a chance to change, but you clearly don’t care so I’m afraid that I have no choice but to send you back to-“. “Stop!” Belle interrupted. Huh? “Ben theirs something I need to tell you” she added. What the hell is going on? Can’t this family drama wait until later, I want to go home. “Y/n is actually your sister” Bella said “WHAT!” I yelled. Hold on, how, I, eh? I was filled with confusion. “She’s what?” Ben questioned. “Bullshit” I stated bluntly. “Mind your language young lady” fairy godmother shouted “oh shut it bitch” I spat back. She took a step back looking angry. “You’re lying” I hissed as Belle. “I’m not darling, I’m your Mom” she replied calmly. “My mom, my fucking mom. Don’t you dare think you can call yourself my mom, you’ve never been a part of my life, so why should you be my mom? How is it possible anyway?” I challenged her. Everyone including the crew all shocked and silent. “It was before I met Ben’s father, I had a run in with Dr Facil- your father” she began, I grabbed onto Harrys arm. Not able to think strait right at this point and feeling a bit dizzy from this sudden news. “he used his voodoo magic to put a love spell one me, we, well you know… did it” she added, I tightened my grip on Harry’s arm feeling more and more dizzy, he held me, becoming concerned of how pail I had become. “When you were born, I was still very young and, well, I didn’t want a child. So I took you and left you on your father’s doorstep, but I never forgot about you. You were I my mind every day. Sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” She finished becoming teary eyed. The room was spinning, my head was pounding, I couldn’t see or think strait, “don’t sweetheart be you bitch” and with the room went black, Harry shouting my name was the last thing I heard as I fell backwards into his arms.

I woke up, the bright lights hurting my eyes, I tried to sit up but my head was killing me. I groaned and shuffled around. I was in my bed in my dorm room. “Your awake” I heard the familiar Scottish accent say. I smiled lightly knowing Harry was there, but that smile quickly vanished when I thought back to what had happened, whenever it was with belle… I don’t know how long I’ve been out. “What happened?” I asked looking over at harr, my vision blurry because my eyes still hadn’t gotten used to the lights. “You fainted baby, I caught you” he answered. Walking closely towards me, he looked tired, dark circles under his eyes, that weren’t his eyeliner. His hat and hook sat on the night stand, his signature red leather jacket carefully laid on the back of a chair, his hair all messy, just the way I liked it. I smile one again as I studied his beautiful features, his arms, chiselled face, cheekbones, silver eyes, and once again his messy dark hair. He’s so handsome. He sat on the edge of my bed and placed an un-gloved hand on my cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb. I closed my eyes and leaned into his soft hand. “So I guess your half princess half villain then” he chuckled lightly. My smiled faded once again, “I ain’t no princess” I huffed attempting to sit up but hissing as the pain rushed to my head, Harry placed his hand on my arm, “hey, you need to rest love” he soothed me, getting up to grab me a glass of water. “Where’s Uma and Gil?” I questioned as Harry handed me the water, I took a sip. “Back on the Isle” he answered. I spit the water out, “WHAT” I yelled, “hold on, what, why aren’t you there - why aren’t we there.” I spit out in a fast and barely audible tone. “Well I stayed to make sure you were okay, but I am going back.” He stated, “And me?” I questioned, “They want you to stay here” he relied quietly but loud enough for me to here, “there is no fucking way” I hissed through gritted teeth. I pushed the covers off of myself, my bare feet hitting the cold floor, I stomped over to my wardrobe, getting out some clothing and putting them on then shoving the rest of my cloths into a bag. I grabbed my boots and slid my feet in them. “Y/n, please baby, you need to rest.” Harry exclaimed, I ignored him and walked straight out of my room and off to Ben’s office.

I slammed the door open and marched in, “you don’t really believe your keeping me here do you” I screamed at Ben walking over to his desk, Harry stood at the door. I ignored the fact that the four VK’s were sat there watching what was going down. “Sweetie, you’re awake” Belle chirped. “you can shut your mouth” I sternly hissed through gritted teeth I relied, pointing at her but not looking, instead keeping death lock eye contact with Ben. Belle sat down silently. “Y/n your family, your royalty. You belong here.” Ben explained standing from behind his desk. “Come on Y/n, you can change, we did, and we know you can to” Mal added. “You can shut up you pathetic, weak excuse of a villain. You’re a joke, you know nothing about me. Unlike all of you, I’m pure evil, even if I maybe half good, I will always be ten times more wicked than all of you combined” I began to vent. “I don’t belong here, I belong on the isle, I’m not gonna be a prissy princess you can dress up in pink frilly dresses and tiaras, I’m not, and will never be good. And as for you” I turned and painted at my so called mother. “You will never be my mother, your dead to me. I’ve gone eighteen years without you, and I’m damn sure I can go the rest of my life without you as well, you know nothing.” I pointed at her as she gulped, I walked backwards a couple steps and extended my arms. “I’m a true villain kid” I pointed over at Harry who had a smirk on his face. “Harrys a true villain kid” I pointed out of the window to the view of the isle. “Uma and Gil are true villain kids” I gestured the so called VK’s sat in front of me. “you, are not” I said with a sassy tone. “I don’t need this, I don’t need you. I need that place” once again pointing at the view of the isle, “I need my friends, because they are the only family I need, the only people I need to be happy.” I laughed “I need Harry, because if all else fails, I know that he, we forever make me happy.” I gestured to him and smiled. “I’m evil, and I’m not changing, not for anybody.” I said, and walked straight out of Ben’s office, everyone left speechless.

Finally Harry and I were in the limo that was driving us back to the Isle, Home. I don’t need my so called mother, or brother. All I need is right there on the isle, I have Uma, Gil and Harry, my best friends. My true family.

[neotericbitch]

armour off

it’s not supposed to be, like, a twist or anything, more like a “well yeah obviously”.

She keeps looking into all the mirrors, making sure no one is following. She’s speeding, but it’s not the cops she’s worried about. Xena isn’t worried at all, she’s having a great time sticking her head out the window. Such a gorgeous dog, with such a beautiful nature. She’s lucky to have had a companion like her. Undeserving, too.

The drive has always felt long, but today it’s the longest it’s ever been. Oddly enough, she’s breathing fine. Her head is clear. Her blood isn’t pumping too hard, her heart isn’t beating too fast. To remain calm is ideal, but she thinks that maybe this is too calm. She thinks that maybe she’d secretly been desperate for something like this to happen. Well - not exactly like this. But something similar enough that would need for her to make a quick and efficient escape.

Her father answers the door, and his eyes light up immediately - but before he can cry out in greeting, Alice, standing at the end of the front hall, beats him to it.

“My warrior princess!”

Valkyrie hears the patter of her sister’s footfalls and for a moment, just for a moment, her composure threatens to break. Alice buries her face right into Xena’s fur, and likewise the dog is wildly excited to see her little friend. Desmond takes the opportunity to pull Valkyrie into a one-armed hug. Outwardly, it’s a casual welcome, but Valkyrie can feel it. Her dad doesn’t want to let go.

She hugs him back, and doesn’t want to let go either. But time is of the essence.

Alice has seen her now, and she shyly bats her eyes at Valkyrie. She knows her sister, but all the same there’s times where visits are few and far between, and the girl ducks her chin and steps behind her father’s legs.

“Alice,” says Desmond. “Look who it is!”

“Good morning, Stephanie,” mumbles Alice. “How are you.”

“Dad,” Valkyrie says, keeping her voice as steady as she can. “I’m sorry, I hate to do this - I’m not here to visit. Something came up really suddenly, I have to - I’m leaving the country. It’s okay - don’t worry, it’s for a job - everything’s fine, I’ll be safe…”

“You need somewhere for Xena to stay.”

“I’m sorry, I’m--”

“Steph,” says Desmond, and hugs her again. “Don’t be sorry. Anything you need. We’ll look after her.” He withdraws and looks down at his youngest, who is back to being licked head to toe by the dog. “We’ll look after Xena, won’t we, Alice? We’ll do some puppysitting? You, me and mum?”

“I can puppysit,” chirps Alice.

“I wish I could…” Valkyrie starts again. “Where is mum?”

“Out. She’ll be so upset she missed you, but...she’ll understand. You’re our busy girl out saving the world. I’ll send your love.”

“Thank you.” She hesitates, and hugs him a third time, and this is the one that makes her eyes water.

“Have fun with your...stuff.” Desmond waggles his fingers. “Magic business. Best of luck. Bring back souvenirs. How’s Skulduggery?”

“Good. Grand. I’m sorry. I have to go. I don’t know how long I’ll be.”

Desmond tries to get Alice to say a proper goodbye to Valkyrie, but she’s much too interested in Xena. Xena, meanwhile, whimpers and wags her tail in farewell to her mistress. When Valkyrie turns around, she doesn’t let herself look back.

Valkyrie heard cheers and screams, but nothing else. She knew, though, that it didn’t mean anything good. If the anti-Sanctuary troops out there made any noise at all, it never meant anything of the sort.

She’d managed to rest her eyes somewhat, but a throbbing headache prevented her from sleeping. The aches had fully settled in after a half hour of lying down, the kind that made her limbs occasionally convulse. She had to keep her legs straight, but that was tough when they couldn’t fit on the bed from her calves down. She felt heavy and grimy - though the shirt was still good.

The last light of the day has drained out of the room when Valkyrie gets up. There’s a wall-mounted lantern with a tiny flickering flame, one she doubts is going to go out anytime soon, and it’s just enough for her to see, but the shadows draw long lines across the floor in a way that unsettles her. She misses being an Elemental, being able to light her way with ease. All she can manage now are a few pathetic sparks when she rubs her hands together.

The utensils for cleaning herself had been hidden behind the washing machine. Valkyrie unplugs a hose from the wall for a moment to fill the medium bucket with water, plugs it back in and throws her trousers in the machine. Takes the shirt back off. Rinses her hair, combing her fingers through. Scrubs the soap and sponge over every bloodied part on her body - which is every part.

Valkyrie can’t help but smirk when she throws the dirty water out through the window and hears some anti-Sanctuary nut yelp. She refills the bucket and works on details now. Dirt and blood under her nails, taking off the smaller bandages and dabbing at her wounds.

She would much prefer a long soak in a hot bath, but these aren’t the worst washing conditions she’s had to deal with in the past ten months. Washing herself under that bridge in rural, rural France - that experience holds the title. At least she’s behind a locked door.

A new shadow draws across the floor and over her skin, and back come the goosebumps. From behind her, Skulduggery makes a sound she doesn't think she's ever heard from him before. A weird hitch in breath that doesn't exist.

“Hi,” says Valkyrie without turning around. She deliberately snaps the shoulder strap on her bra as a signal that it's alright to stay, she's as decent as she can get while locked away all fairy tale-like. It doesn't matter what state he sees her in, anyway. He's dead.

“My offer still stands,” says Skulduggery.

“What offer?”

“To run away. Vanish into the night, never to be seen again.”

“I think,” Valkyrie begins, then pauses. She squeezes what's left of the water in her hair back into the bucket, then goes over to the window and throws the water out. Another yelp, but this time she is too busy considering her words to smile. “I think I'm done running.”

“Oh?”

“I think it's only right that we end this once and for all. Only then can I travel in good conscience. I want to see my family again.”

Skulduggery is quiet a moment. He sounds almost disappointed when he turns his helmet to the bottom right corner of the floor and says, “Fair enough.”

The washing machine is finished with her pants, but Valkyrie has barely moved before Skulduggery is over there, getting them out, being a personal blow drier. He throws them at her. Valkyrie senses urgency. She shuffles them on and sits down on the bed with the first aid kit, ready to redress any wounds that need to be covered. Some have become less urgent in these passing hours.

Skulduggery wraps one of her arms while she unwraps a bandaid with her teeth. They quietly work away until all has been taken care of, and then he pushes the shirt upon her. The two of them sit in silence a moment, two incredibly tall people folded uncomfortably over a tiny bed.

“Alright,” says Valkyrie, adjusting herself into a cross-legged position. “Armour off.”

Skulduggery looks away.

“Please, Skulduggery. It's me, for God’s sake.”

“Did I tell you how much I missed you?”

“You may have mentioned it.”

“And did I tell you how much I love you?”

“I try to think of it as a given.”

His chuckle is soft and Valkyrie feels a massive array of things. Safe, oddly enough, is one of them. Skulduggery undoes the clasps on his helmet, very quickly and clinically, and takes it off. He holds the helmet for a second, then it melts into his gauntlets and it's like he never had one at all.

Valkyrie doesn't know what she expected. She doesn't know how he expected her to react. Abyssinia sure did do something. Valkyrie reaches out and touches his cheek, and despite the cold of the armour, he's warm.

“Hm,” she says.

“Hm?” Awaiting approval.

“That's skin, alright.”

Skulduggery bursts out laughing, and at last Valkyrie knows whether he's the type to get teary-eyed from laughing too hard or not. Façades could never cover that ground. She brushes a tear from his eye with her thumb, then withdraws her hand, clasping it in her other.

“So, what - do you eat now?”

He wipes the remainder of the wetness from his eyes and just smiles down at his lap before flickering his gaze up at her. “I do.”

“Oh wow. The great Skulduggery Pleasant now has to piss like the rest of us. This is fantastic news.”

That gets him going again, and it now fully occurs to Valkyrie that, in the time she was gone, the time he spent pretending to be Vile to avoid whatever fate would await otherwise, he probably hasn't laughed at all. He meant it. He had been waiting for her. He had missed her.

“I love you,” says Valkyrie.

He's got those eyes that are really good at blinking at people. She can already see it, blinking slowly and incredulously at someone he thinks is an idiot, the blink that somehow doesn't break the illusion of a long, angry stare. And here and now, an unassuming, innocent kind of blink. She'd be fooled if she didn't know him.

“If you're expecting me to say it back,” says Skulduggery, “you're in for disappointment. I said it there earlier, didn’t you hear? I don't need to say it again. It would be uneven.”

“I love you!” repeats Valkyrie, louder than expected. Her voice and hands are shaky, and she fears for a moment that someone will have heard before recalling that they're far away from prying ears. It could be sweat running down her neck, but it could also be leftover water from her bucket bath. The butterflies in her stomach can't be explained away by any of her wounds, though.

She could give it a go anyway.

“Oh dear,” Skulduggery murmurs. “It seems I no longer have a choice in the matter. Well, I suppose I must respond in kind…”

He trails off and goes quiet, starts working his gauntlets off. Valkyrie doesn't wonder why for long - it's so she doesn't freeze when he puts his hands on her shoulders. They're gloved like normal, but she can see a flash of skin where she would have once seen bone. He looks right into her eyes.

“I love you, too,” says Skulduggery.

Valkyrie starts laughing nervously. She can't help it. Nothing about this is particularly funny at the moment, and she doesn't feel like laughing, but this is not something she has any control over. She reaches up to her left shoulder and takes his hand off, holds it in both her hands in her lap instead. Holding on maybe too tight. He squeezes her hand back.

“When?” Valkyrie asks quietly.

“It took a month to locate the kind of magic she said could match me.”

She doesn't want to know, but the next question is already tumbling out of her mouth, “How many?”

He looks at their hands. “Six.”

Abyssinia needed two and an injury.

“I don’t suppose I need to explain why she did it. For control, you understand. A knife in the ribcage used to be a dismissible, albeit painful, experience. If you were to stab me through the heart now, I would most certainly die.”

“Hey,” mutters Valkyrie, rapping her knuckles against his breastplate, “at least you got this.”

“Yes, well. It may not do me much good if you keep insisting I take it off.”

Her grip had loosened without her being aware of it, but Skulduggery is still determinedly holding her hand. Valkyrie is warm.

“So what now?” she asks. Then, to clarify, “How do we save the world?”

“I think we can spare some time to work on a brilliant plan.”

“The sooner we get things back to normal, the better.”

Skulduggery slowly releases her hand and sets his down on his knee. He looks at her, then to the corner, then the ceiling, then back at her. “I doubt we can restore everything, but yes. You're right.”

Valkyrie bites her lip and isn't sure how to phrase her next question. “I don’t suppose there would be a sure fire way to get you back to...being…”

“Sure,” he says. “Fire.” And he grins at her for a second before dropping it. “That was terrible, I apologise. No. To kill me again would be the last time. This is it now.”

“You're not happy about that.”

“Of course I'm not. I hate it. I'm repulsive. But I've had time to mellow. Ah, you should have seen me in winter. I was…” He flexes both hands, a humourless smile playing on his mouth. “Furious.”

Valkyrie can only imagine. “You're not repulsive.”

Skulduggery smiles rather genuinely at her by way of responding, and she can no longer think of anything to say. So they just sit there in complete silence, gazes drifting away from one another and finding their way back. It's just that - Valkyrie thinks she needs to stare in order to fully get acquainted with the idea. That's perfectly fine, perfectly acceptable. But now that Skulduggery can't hide it anymore, now that she knows he does it, she can't think of an excuse to explain why he just keeps looking back at her.

“Skulduggery…”

“Valkyrie.”

“You sleep now, don’t you?”

“Not very well.”

She feels stupid and childish, but all the same - “Will you stay with me? At least until you need to go?”

He blinks at her. And blinks at her again. “Of course. Of course I will.”

His hair comes back long and his face comes back scruffy. He had gotten that way during his three days at the end of Serpine’s right hand, and for some god awful reason it had apparently been worth saving. The Necromancers let him up after a month of being tied to a slab to get him to walk again. He runs instead. After getting him into some bound chains, they get him shaved and his hair cut. Abyssinia speaks to him, holding his chin in her palm, taking the rare opportunity to be the tall one while he's on his knees. His saliva isn't fully running yet, but he tries to spit anyway. She just laughs.

She keeps him underground for another month before tossing in the armour. She puts it in very plain terms what she can and will do the moment she even thinks he's going to step out of line. If he behaves, she tells him, it can be like the old days, if he wants. He doesn't say a word, not one. Doesn't speak to anyone at all.

Gant waits every day, very eagerly, for news of suicide, and every day he is disappointed when he spots the dark figure roaming the fortress. The figure holds itself in a way that suggests the smallest thing could set it off. Two months and three days into Abyssinia’s occupation, Gant gathers the latest details on the chase. He finds Vile standing in the darkness between the fortress buttresses, silently observing the troops below.

“You must be so out of the loop, skeleton.” For reasons he cannot explain, Gant gets a lot of enjoyment out of referring to him as something he no longer is. He supposes it’s just amusing to remind him of something special he lost. And it’s already time to do it again. “So many things to be filled in on. Did Abyssinia tell you about the little groups she’s got out there in the world, combing through all the rundown hotels and back alleyways?”

Vile is still. He might not even be listening.

“No, I didn’t think she had.”

Gant looks down at the troops. They’re not all Neoterics, but he finds it easier to refer to them as such anyway. Quite a few of them are hundreds of years old, and have been lying in wait for something like this, whether they be affiliated with the anti-Sanctuary, Erskine Ravel’s fanatics, or on their own until now. Gant is glad he’s not one of them, that he gets to be up here with Abyssinia.

“She’s alive.”

This is no longer the “she” being referred to a sentence prior, but that doesn’t need clarification. It’s evident that Vile knows who is being referred to when he closes his hand around Gant’s throat and shoves him violently up against the wall. Gant wheezes and kicks his legs, hands coming up to uselessly bat at Vile’s arm.

“Where,” says Vile.

“I don’t - know,” Gant chokes and coughs. “That’s - what the - trackers - are for.”

“Where.”

Tears spring to his eyes, but he still does his best to stare into that void of a visor. “Last sighting was - gah - New Zealand. Five hours ago.”

Vile releases Gant’s throat and lets him drop, stands there a moment considering what to leave him with, something painful and inconvenient but won’t risk his own position. Abyssinia can handle broken legs easily. With Gant howling in pain, Vile tears up the buttresses, allowing large chunks of wall to fall and endanger the troops below, and then he’s gone.

He’d blacked out when Abyssinia ambushed, in a very literal manner, as she activated his Necromancy and smothered him with it. When he was back in a state where he was aware of what was happening around him, he was a bare skeleton on a slab. There was not one mention of Valkyrie’s name. If he brought her up, and he constantly did, he was ignored.

Now that he knows she’s alive and out there, running and fighting for her life, he very much feels like an unused furnace being lit up again. He hopes they never catch her. He hopes she never has to see him again.

Skulduggery couldn’t sleep before, but now he can - and when he does he dreams of her and calls her name, and always wakes in tears.