#i could get red roses and scatter then all over the ground

[dreamsofyexiao]

does anyone want to reenact blood moon with me

[letoasai]

Will work for food

DP x DC An idea that's probably been done before but... here it is again.

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It was not an ideal setting for this. Out in the open, debris being their only cover. An unnatural storm closing in. The area had been evacuated but there was still no telling how many civilian eyes could be on them at this very moment. 

The League was scattered, making this current group a touch at odds while away from the majority of their normal teams. 

Batman stood with Red Robin, Flash, Superboy, and Raven. It wasn’t a bad lineup, but things were getting dicy. 

A monster had appeared, a creature foreign to most of them. With it came storms of all kinds, winds, hail, rain. It was a mess but there was nothing natural about it. The hail shattered the pavement. The winds were picking buildings up off their foundations. The blue lightning went without saying. The ice was changing the terrain. The temperature changes were disorienting to most of the heroes.  

Worse was the fact that this creature seemed to be able to duplicate itself, spreading the chaos out to a much wider area. They were having trouble even touching the thing let alone capturing it. 

“Are you sure about this?” Batman asked, a deep frown etched into his face as he watched Raven mark out a summoning circle. 

“It’s the only idea i have.” She said bluntly, shivering from the sudden chill. “That thing is not of this realm. We need something else not of this realm to subdue it.” 

“I hear what you’re saying but summoning a demon to deal with a demon still leaves us with a demon.” Flash said, seeing the flaw in this plan. 

“Unless you know this one personally or something.” Red Robin offered, his voice exhausted. 

“It’s not a demon.” Raven said, tone irritated but it wasn’t like any of them were having a good day. “Depending on how you want to look at it, it’s far worse than a demon. That thing came from the Infinite Realm.” 

Superboy just grunted once, watching her put the finishing touches on her spell circle. “You said that in a tone that said it was in capital letters. What’s the Infinite Realm?” 

“Bad news and something we shouldn’t freaking touch.” Raven answered swiftly. She stood, eyes going over her work. 

“Then what the hell are we doing?” Flash asked quickly, all of them tensed as the wind started to pick up again. If a hurricane was thrown at them, there was little they’d be able to do about it. 

“Raven.” Batman’s voice was serious. “You’re sure?” 

“It’s all i’ve got.” She repeated. “This is not a problem this realm was meant to handle on short notice. We need help.” 

There were several things in that one statement he didn’t like. “Who are you summoning?” 

Raven was looking rather pale herself. “The Ghost King. The King of the Infinite Realm. I’ve heard word that he can be bargained with so… we’re gonna give it a shot.” 

She didn’t wait for permission from anyone else to throw in their two cents on the matter. She threw her hands out, alien words no one else understood on her lips. The chant repeated and the summoning circle began to glow a green that the present Bats didn’t care for. 

It crept up the walls of the summoning circle in oddly pretty patterns before a gaping void opened on the ground. Silently, a figure rose into the circle from that same void. The king was smaller than they’d been imagining the last minute or two. He was human shaped and sized, a black crown floating several inches over his head. He was a wispy figure, face hidden by a large hood but there were strands of white hair floating around their shadowed face. He’d had nothing but a smoky looking tail when he’d first appeared but that had now split into solid looking legs. 

Given his size, he seems like a young adult, but it was hard to say for certain without seeing his face. 

“Woah.” Red Robin muttered, Superboy agreeing with the sentiment. 

“Heroes?” The Ghost King wondered, voice soft and lethargic. “Interesting.” 

Raven bowed her head in a show of respect. “Your Majesty. I apologize for the abrupt summons. We have a dire situation and are willing to make a deal for your help.” 

“A deal…” His voice echoed gently. He spoke as if raising his voice would shatter the very air around them. “That’s not something to choose lightly. What do you want from me?” 

Raven swallowed, her body rigid with nerves. She was almost relieved when Batman took over. 

“As i understand it, we have a being from your realm here in ours. We are underprepared to deal with such destruction and-” 

“Of my realm?” The King interrupted softly, head tipped a little as his attention turned to Batman. “Who?” 

Flash laughed nervously. “We’re not on a first name basis or anything but the guy seems to control the weather.” He pointed up and the sky above them was darkening the longer they spoke. 

The King made a noise like he’d clucked his tongue and it struck all of them as a very human kind of gesture despite his title. 

“I can handle that. Your deal?” 

Raven inhaled again, this obviously being the part she was dreading. “Blood, i have the blood of the Demon Lord Trigon-” 

“Pass.” 

That drew everyone up short. The others didn’t exactly understand the significance of Raven offering her blood but it clearly wasn’t something she’d expected to be declined so quickly. 

“My soul then….” Raven muttered. 

“Raven, no!” Superboy hissed. “The fuck!” 

Batman was also eyeing her unhappily. “Absolutely not. You are not Constantine.” 

Fortunately for the heroes, each of which was ready to revolt for such a barter, the Ghost King waved the thought away. 

“Nah.” He tugged on his hood a little and Batman realized he was likely brushing away one of those white strands of hair from his face. “That’s the thing about being the King of the Infinite Realm. Souls come to me one way or another in time. No need to preorder them.” 

Raven’s shoulders sagged, eyes shifting as she rapidly tried to think of something else she could offer. 

“What do you want?” Red Robin asked before anyone else could say something stupid. “You’re the one that’s going to fight this threat for us. What’s a good deal?” 

The King turned to him and stared. They could only assume he was contemplating his answer when he hummed quietly. “Food.” 

“Wha…” Flash muttered. 

The Ghost King just nodded. “Food from your realm. It’s been…a long time since i’ve eaten.” 

“Really? Like we could go grab you a burger and that would be cool?” Superboy asked, a touch suspicious, but the King just nodded.  

“Deal.” Raven said before anyone would make it worse. “A meal for returning this threat back to your realm.” 

The King nodded again, and each of them backed up several paces when the walls to the summoning circle broke apart and the King stepped out. For the briefest of moments he seemed to nearly stumble under the gravity of actually ‘walking’ but he got over it quickly enough. 

“Can we offer you any assistance?” Batman asked. 

The King shook his head. “No.” He wandered off towards the storm, the floating crown on top of his head seeming a little larger. He moved confidently and with purpose. “Oh Vortex…” He called, walking into the winds. 

He sounded young, but all of them agreed immediately that they never wanted to hear him beckoning them the same way. His tone was dangerous, and he walked right through a car that had been flung in his direction. 

“Cool.” Red Robin muttered. 

“Simmer down, Red.” Superboy muttered. All of them wanted to follow, but with the unstable weather and a literal Ghost King wandering about, staying out of the way felt like the best option. Of course that didn’t mean they weren’t dying of curiosity. 

Flash moved to stand beside Raven, making sure she wasn’t about to topple over because of the power it must have taken to summon a king from another dimension. “You good?” 

“Yeah.” she breathed out a sigh. “Honestly, this was an unforeseen best case scenario. You should really go get that food for him.” 

Batman moved to her otherside, hearing the voices over comms noticing a shift in what was happening. “You think it will be over that fast?” 

“Yes.” 

“Well-” Flash looked up at the sky that was rapidly clearing. “Yep. I’ll be right back.” He was gone in a blur but it was hard to believe a change was happening so quickly. 

“Has it even been a full minute?” Superboy asked. “I mean, damn…” 

“Someone better have been recording visuals.” Red Robin muttered. “We are absolutely missing something amazing.” 

“He’s the King of the infinite Realm.” Raven said. ���It’s the realm that connects every other realm and it is as the name implies… infinite. He rules it. I don’t even think Trigon would dare mess with him.” 

Batman had his arms crossed, still listening to the amazed chatter over comms. “Should it be suspicious that all he wants is food?” 

“He made the deal.” Raven shrugged. “He could have asked for anything. Literally.” She stopped speaking when the hooded king returned. He was floating this time though only a foot or two off the ground. He didn’t look tired or dirty or anything. 

Just the same ethereal otherness he’d arrived with. “Done.” He announced. 

“What uh- happened to the guy?” Superboy asked, pointing vaguely at where the storm had been raging. 

The Ghost King just dug into his cape and pulled out…a thermos. “Souped him. He’s gonna have a little time out.” 

“Oh my god, i have so many questions.” Red Robin whispered. 

The thermos was put away and Batman was suppressing his own urge to ask a dozen questions over what just occurred. They’d been struggling with the Infinite creature for hours and countless lives had no doubt been altered. Clean up would take weeks if not months and this Ghost King handled it in minutes. 

“My food?” 

“On the way.” Raven said immediately. “Flash is one of the fastest men on the planet. He’ll be right back.” 

The King nodded and looked around before moving to a pile of bricks that had once been a fence. He sat down and waited, somehow looking regal among the wreckage. 

“So… I’m Red Robin.” Batman looked up again when his son was sliding closer to introduce himself. “Superboy, Raven, Batman.” He gestured and the King’s hood shifted as he followed Red Robin’s introduction of them. “Is there something we can call you or is your Majesty the most appropriate?” 

The Ghost King sat in silence for a moment before reaching up to lower his hood. The shadows that had hidden his face disappeared revealing a young man only a little older than Tim. Maybe around Jason’s age. His hair was indeed white, and was braided down the nape of his neck save for the tufts of hair that floated around his face. 

His skin was pale, and Batman thought it might have been gray or even blue in different light. His ears were pointed and his eyes were a haunting green. 

With the hood out of the way, the crown lowered to sit on his head. 

“Phantom.” He finally answered. “You can call me Phantom.” 

Raven bowed her head again and Red Robin beamed. “Thank you for helping us! We literally couldn’t have done it without you.”

Phantom nodded again but without his hood to shield him there was something shy about the action. 

The Flash reappeared in a cloud of dust, two bags of fast food in one hand and a collection of drinks under the other arm. “I got a little of everything!” He announced. “Got some burgers and some chicken nuggets and fries and onion rings. There’s one of those little apple pies in here somewhere too.

Phantom took the bags with a small smile and set them beside him so he could go through them. Superboy helped with the drinks, setting everything down so Phantom could have his pick. There were three different sodas, a lemonade, and a water. 

It wasn’t fancy and probably wasn’t a fair trade of a meal for his services but he didn’t seem disappointed. 

In a flash of rings made of light, Phantom transformed. The otherness of him was still there, but instead of a noble king of a realm, a young…very living human was in his place. Black hair instead of white was still braided down his neck and the strands around his face hung limp instead of floating. 

Those eerie green eyes were now blue but that– oddly enough– was not the most startling thing about his transformation. He wore a large hoodie and jeans but his feet were bare. 

His hands and feet were almost skeletal, and his face was gaunt and starved looking. His eyes were slightly sunken and his skin was a sickly kind of pale. 

He looked emaciated, but there was the smallest of smiles on his face when he ate one fry and then another. He took a sip from every drink offered to him and then took a bite out of the burger. 

They couldn’t help but stand there and watch, all of them transfixed over what they were seeing. 

Phantom took two more bites before wrapping up the rest of his burger and placing it back in the bag. 

“Not to your liking?” Flash asked, voice small. 

Phantom licked his fingers and shook his head. “No, it was good. I’m just full. I’ll take it with me and eat it later when i’m hungry again.” 

Batman could only imagine the size of his stomach. Stopping now was probably the healthiest thing he could have done if he wanted to keep the food down. He cleared his throat. “Are you alright?” 

“Mhmm.” Phantom nodded, the rings of light appearing again. He was back in his healthier looking ghostly form. That was an oxymoron, wasn’t it? A healthy ghost form… 

“You’re still alive.” Raven whispered, stuck in her shock. “The living shouldn’t… The Infinite Realm isn’t…” 

Phantom’s lips tipped up in a smile. “You’re right, but wrong. I’m both. I’m dead. I’m alive. I’m balance.” He paused for a moment. “I haven’t been in a living realm for a while… guess i’ve been neglecting that side of me. Thanks for the food, it was a good deal.” 

He was gathering up the bags he clearly planned to take with him. 

“You should come back.” Red Robin spat the words out, likely before giving them any real thought. “I’ll take you to lunch. I’ll take you like… all the time. I am not going to pretend to know what you have going on but… shit, Agent A would disown me if i did not offer to feed you.” 

Phantom looked cold briefly. “Agent… A…?” 

Red Robin winced, “Code name for my grandfather. He’s an amazing cook.” 

“Red Robin.” Batman scowled at him. 

“Oh, what? He’s gonna give you the look for you not being the one to offer.” Red Robin said unapologetically, but the explanation had Phantom softening again. “What do you say? Lunch? Do i have to summon you?” 

“Jesus, Red. Let him actually decline or accept.” Superboy was snickering. 

Phantom looked between them, the confusion on his face clearing up after a beat. A piece of paper appeared between his fingers. It had some kind of squiggle on it none of them could read at a glance. He handed it over to Red Robin. 

“Have that on you, say my name. I’ll find you.” Phantom said. “I should…eat again.” 

“We…appreciate you helping us.” Raven added quickly, determined that they make a good impression. 

Phantom’s look grew warmer again. “It was fun.” With his bags and drinks in his arms, he wandered back over to the summoning circle. “I don’t mind helping when the trouble is severe and you were right. This particular problem was mine to clean up. Sorry about him, by the way. Vortex is an asshole.” 

Superboy and Flash both snorted. “Thanks anyway.” 

Phantom nodded at them again, floating in the middle of the circle before his eyes glowed that bright, toxic green again. He slipped inside the void and disappeared as quickly as he arrived, the remains of the summoning circle erasing itself. 

“So… That happened.” Flash muttered, not sure how they were gonna put this in a report to the rest of the League members. Batman wasn’t so sure either. 

“I can’t believe you were just hitting on the Ghost King, Red.” Superboy laughed. “I mean… Lunches?”

“What?” 

Raven was on her phone. “I am already telling Nightwing.” 

“What!? Hey!” Red Robin was looking between them. “I wasn’t hitting on him. You leave Wing out of this!” 

“No way.” 

“You asked him on a date, man!” Superboy grinned. “All the titans are going to know about this in the next hour.” 

“You guys suck!” Red Robin growled, his face a flame. 

Batman just sighed. “There’s clean up to do. Get to work.” 

He definitely did not need to think about his son’s audacity, coming onto a King of an entire realm. Where did he even learn that kind of behavior?

~~

Masterlist

[jeanboyjean]

RIDE WITH ME ft. shinichiro sano. nsfw. 

You go to a bar to meet up with one of your dating app prospects but he stands you up. You’re drinking your sorrows away when the guy next to you catches your eye. 

a/n: im so down bad u guys i just had to write something for him bc i NEED CONTENT. i truly believe he would worship the ground u walk on yes he would. i experimented a little with my writing style bc i felt like it fit better but lemme know what u think. it's my first time posting here for someone that's not jean so pls be nice <3

cw: fem! reader. mdni. nothing crazy just good old porn with a little plot! oral (f! receiving), protected sex. love at first sight coded. 

6.9k words

tag: @arlerts-angel @milky-aeons @livefromnc @kokonoiscoconut

song: for your love - måneskin

Your throat burned as you knocked back yet another shot, willing the alcohol to soothe the ache you felt in your chest. It was almost twenty minutes past the time you and your date had agreed to meet... but he was nowhere to be seen. Disappointment flooded your mind as you sat at the bar alone, your feet throbbing in the strappy heels you were wearing and your skin itching from the tight dress you had squeezed into just for tonight. All for some sucker who hadn’t bothered to show. 

Of course he hadn’t shown. 

The weariness of dating was starting to get to you - constant swiping, talking to someone new every week and getting your hopes up, only to have them crushed again when it turned out to be another dud. What was the point in trying anymore, when time after time you were endlessly disappointed. Honestly, you should have known better than to get your hopes up but the hopeless romantic in you longed for the companionship you had always dreamed about. How much longer would you have to do this dance before you found someone who would appreciate everything you had to give?

You looked down at your phone again with a huff, checking one last time for an update. To your surprise there was an unopened notification waiting for you. 

Hey, sorry I can’t make it anymore. Can we reschedule? 

You snorted in irritation, reading over the text again. Your vision flashed red with anger as you stared down at your screen with gritted teeth. Reschedule? Yeah, as if. If this loser wasn’t going to give you the benefit of letting you know before the time of your date then there was a fat chance you would give him another go. 

With a heavy heart, you sighed and slumped against the counter, waving at the bartender to signal for another drink when you caught his eye. As he took away your glass, you unlocked your phone again and opened a text chain with your friends thinking you might as well make the most of the night since you were all dressed up. Maybe they would be willing to come out and join you now that you were here and dateless with nothing else to do. 

While you sat there at the bar, on the opposite side of the room, Shinichiro made his entrance into the establishment. He casually scanned his surroundings as he pushed open the door, a small bell jingling as it closed behind him. Groups of patrons gathered at the scattered tables and a lively hum of voices rose over the low music. As always, he set his sight towards the bar and he stopped in his tracks when his eyes caught on you. 

Shinichiro frequented this bar regularly, often stopping by after work when he needed some time to cool down. It was the case tonight and he had been looking forward to getting a drink alone with his thoughts after a long day working on a new bike ... or at least, he had been planning to drink alone. Talking to a girl hadn’t been on the agenda at all, but from the moment he saw you at the bar, perched up on your stool, all of his thoughts went out the window. In an instant, he was captured by your pretty frame, the way your brows drew together as you frowned down at your phone and he studied your image, wondering what you would look like if he could put a smile on your face. 

WIth a newfound sense of purpose, he approached the bar swiftly and deliberately, only stopping when he was at a comfortable distance next to you. His heart raced as he contemplated his next move and he lifted a hand to wave at the bartender. Now that he was in your vicinity, the heady scent of your perfume trailed towards him, sweet and inviting.

His proximity created a slight shift in the atmosphere around you and your skin prickled and your body tensed on instinct as you became aware of his presence. 

“Hey,” you heard his deep voice say. “Whiskey, neat. Thanks.”

You looked up. You saw the tall man, leaning against the counter with the sleeves of his jacket rolled up past his forearms. Dark hair fell over his face as he spoke to the bartender, his eyes scanning the lines of bottles on the shelves in front of him. From the side, you couldn’t see the details of his face but he cut a nice figure as he towered next to you.

As if sensing your gaze, Shinichiro glanced over at you and your eyes locked for a moment before you quickly looked away shyly, a heat warming your cheeks. A breath caught in your throat and your mouth ran dry as your mind took quick notice of his appearance. Yikes… he’s good looking. 

You busied yourself with looking anywhere but at him, your eyes flitting around you in a hurry, your hands flying to your chest to fiddle with the top of your dress. Luckily, you were saved from your flustering by the bartender placing a fresh shot glass in front of you at just the right moment and you reached toward it gratefully, offering him a sheepish smile.

Shinichiro followed your movements closely with a steady gaze. For some reason he couldn’t explain and before he could register what he was doing, his hand was flying out to stop you before you could take the drink, his arm moving instinctively without him prompting it to.

Your head snapped toward him, your eyes wide with surprise. His expression was carefully blank, but something bright flickered behind the dark pools of his eyes. You narrowed your own back at him, a scowl twisting your lips. 

“Let me buy you a real drink,” Shinichiro began. The words tumbled out of him, clumsy and not as smooth as he hoped. He winced inwardly. What was he saying?

You continued to glare at him only adding to the nerves he felt as he attempted a cool smirk, hoping he appeared more collected than he felt. He accepted the glass being offered to him by the bartender, grateful for the small distraction and the amber liquid swirled as he brought it toward him. His other hand remained outstretched in front of you to block your movement as he held your gaze.   

Unimpressed, you huffed out a laugh as you gave him a proper once over. You were no stranger to cheesy one liners and guys trying to pick you up when you went out. His appearance was simple - dark jacket over a white t-shirt that was stained with spots of dark ink and light wash jeans. The dim lighting of the bar casted shadows across the planes of his face and his dark eyes gleamed at you. He wasn’t exactly striking, but he was handsome in a way that tugged at your chest and interest stirred in you, your body ever the traitor. 

“Does that normally work for you?” You asked coolly, your eyebrows raised in a disbelieving look.

Although you had tried to play it off, your survey of him hadn’t gone unnoticed by him and he smirked around his glass as he took a sip of his drink. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Mmhmm.” In a swift motion, you swept your glass around his hand and lifted it to your lips, downing the liquid. You welcomed the burn, letting it warm the ice in your heart. 

He chuckled and took a seat on the stool next to you. Of course you wouldn’t be so easy. It was a good thing he always liked a challenge - if there was one thing he excelled at, it was going for what he wanted and never backing down.

You ignored his presence, turning away from him and scrolling on your phone again. Unluckily for you, all of your friends had replied to you with their apologies, already busy with their own plans. You sighed, resigning yourself to the fact that you would have to admit defeat and head home for the night empty handed. 

Shinichiro shifted in his seat next to you, clearing his throat lightly. His fingers tapped on the counter less than a foot from where your elbows pressed into the smooth surface. You peered in your peripheral vision at him and watched as his finger traced around the ring of condensation left on the surface by his glass. He nursed his drink slowly and stared blankly into the distance with an expression that was hard to read. Laughter swirled around you as the two of you sat solemnly, lost in your own thoughts.

“Long day?” You asked finally to break the silence. Curiosity would always get the better of you. 

Shinichiro’s head snapped toward you in surprise. While you had been mourning your lack of social life, he had been trying to think of what he could say next to get your attention. The last thing he had predicted was that you would initiate the conversation yourself.  

“It wasn’t too bad,” he replied. “You look like you’ve had better though.” 

You shrugged and tried to keep your expression in check. A short laugh huffed out of you in an attempt to mask your bitter words. “Yeah. I was supposed to be on a date. He stood me up though.” 

“Someone stood you up? Why would they ever do that?”

“I don’t know. Whatever. It doesn’t matter.” 

He cocked his head to the side, appraising you up and down carefully. His eyes lingered on your bare thighs and your chest and his body subconsciously responded to the sight, his heart skipping a beat or two and his dick twitching in his pants. You were pretty, beautiful even, and he was only a man. 

“I would never leave you hanging. A girl like you? He must have been a schlub.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him again, studying his face. “Does that one work for you too?” 

A carefree laugh bubbled out of him as he shook his head, his hair falling to frame his face. “Not really. Not a lot works for me usually, to be honest.” 

His candour surprised you. His dark eyes bore into yours, earnest and a little shameless. He didn’t appear to care much about the way he came off to you and it made you want to lower your guards just a little.

“I’m Shinichiro,” he said, holding out his hand. His fingers were dirty, discoloured by the same dark smudges that painted his clothes. He noticed you staring and pulled back his hand, wiping it against his shirt. “Sorry, I just finished work. I promise I washed my hands, it’s just this stuff is hard to get off.” A flush graced his cheeks as his eyes darted to your face and away in embarrassment. “I own a motor shop and I’ve been fixing up a bike all day.” 

“Oh,” you hummed. You introduced yourself, telling him your name as you held out your hand. You were no stranger to getting your hands dirty yourself and you were polite, if nothing else. His eyes softened and after a slight pause he leaned forward to take it, squeezing it hard. Calluses lined his palms and your skin tingled from the roughness as you shook his hand. 

“So, Shinichiro… I told you my story. You tell me yours. What brings you here on this fine night?” 

He grinned at you, taking a sip of his drink. “Well, like I said. I just got off work. I come here to wind down sometimes, get a drink.” 

“On your own?” 

“My friends can get a bit rowdy. Sometimes I enjoy the peace and quiet of being alone.” 

You shifted in your seat, uncrossing then recrossing your legs. Your fingers played with the hem of your dress and pulled it down when it rode up your thigh as you changed positions. It was hard to miss the way his breath hitched and his eyes flickered as he followed your movements. “Do you want me to leave you alone then?”

Shinichiro shook his head, breaking out of his trance. “No, I think you’re cool. I want to get to know you more.” 

You laughed, the sound bubbling out of you and into his heart. “If I didn’t know any better I would think you’re hitting on me.” 

“Is it working?” His eyes twinkled with humour. He couldn’t help but feel hopeful and he tried to ignore the excitement building inside him, twisting his stomach with nerves.

“Maybe… You’ll have to wait and see.” 

He gestured toward your empty shot glass. “Do you want another?”

You considered it for a moment, letting yourself indulge in the possibility before you shook your head regretfully, heaving out a sigh. As nice as it was to talk to him, the disappointment of your date being a no show had already ruined your night. Had you been in a better mood, you would have loved to continue flirting with him. 

“No, I think I’ll go home. I might as well get changed into something comfortable and drown my sorrows in my own bed.” 

His heart sank a little at your words, disappointment creeping in. He had only just got here and you were already ready to go, right when he felt like he was getting somewhere. Unwilling to let you go too easily, he tried his hand at another play. “How are you getting home?” 

“I was going to call an uber.”

“Don’t waste your money. Let me take you home. My bike is parked out front, you can sit on the back.” 

You snorted, shaking your head. “Haven’t you been drinking? It’s fine, don’t worry about me.” 

“I’ve only had one,” he tried to reassure you, gesturing to his glass. “I’m fine, it takes more than a couple drinks for me to feel anything. I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t feel up for it.” 

Maybe it was because you were a little tipsy but part of you wanted to say yes. He offered a hesitant smile as he looked down at you with an earnest expression and his invitation tempted you just a little. Thankfully to your benefit though, you had enough presence of mind to know better. He was just a stranger after all. A cute one, but a stranger nonetheless.

“I’m okay. Thanks for the offer, I appreciate it.” 

Shinichiro nodded, accepting your refusal with a heavy heart. It made sense; he couldn’t blame you really. If you were Emma, he would have expected her to do the same thing. Still, it didn’t make it sting any less as he nodded, lifting his glass toward you in acknowledgement as you gathered your things and turned to leave. 

Unable to contain himself, he chanced another look at you as you walked away. His eyes tracked the way you slinked away on your heels, your hips swaying with every step. As you opened the door and stepped outside, he turned back to the bar and heaved out a sigh.  

The bartender caught his eye with raised eyebrows and Shinichiro reluctantly pushed his glass forward to accept another drink. An uneasy feeling crept over him as he sat there, trying to process his encounter with you and dread flooded to form a pit in his stomach and his heart sank impossibly further when he realised he had made a dire mistake. 

Idiot. He had forgotten to ask you for your number. 

***

It had been two weeks since Shinichiro had met you. Two weeks, since he had last seen you. 

He had tried not to think about it too much. He knew it was silly of him to get so bothered by it. You were just a stranger really, you had barely shared more than a few minutes together... but there was just something about you that he couldn’t forget. Everyday, when he had a spare moment, he would flashback to his conversation with you and regret every decision he had ever made. He had kicked himself enough over the past few days for not getting your number or not insisting to buy you another drink. 

When he walked into the bar again on another Friday night, he wasn’t expecting to see you there at the counter. And yet there you were, in another short dress, the hem riding up your thighs, perched up on your stool. His brain short circuited slightly as he looked you up and down, his breath catching in his throat. As if in a trance, he began moving toward you like a moth would to a flame, weaving his way past tables until the bar came into full view.

All of a sudden he was stuttering to a stop in his tracks. Blood roared in his ears and his vision tunnelled as he took in the reality of the situation in front of him. You were here, yes, but not alone this time, instead clearly talking with a man next to you. Shinichiro watched with dread in his heart as you tipped your head back at something your companion said, your shoulders shaking with laughter as the man smiled smugly, his eyes raking over your body. Jealousy coursed through his veins at the sight. What could possibly be so funny? 

Shinichiro approached the bar slowly. His legs felt heavy with lead as the distance between the two of you lessened little by little. Part of him wanted to leave immediately, but another just wanted to see if you would acknowledge him if he stood within your reach. Would you even remember him? 

When he finally finished crossing the floor, he leaned against the counter behind you with his eyes fixed in front of him. He didn’t dare to spare you a glance.

Your body was stiff with irritation as you sat there on your stool. Your face ached from holding the smile on your face as laughter came out of you in forced bursts. To your right, your date sat facing you with a broad smile, completely oblivious to the discomfort you felt. You were decidedly not having a good time.

Despite your recent disappointment, you had tried to bounce back and had come out tonight on yet another date with yet another guy. Alas, it was to no avail. Although it had only been half an hour, you already knew it was going nowhere - there was no chemistry, his photos were definitely outdated and honestly the way he was looking at you gave you the creeps. Great, another dud. All throughout the date, your thoughts had kept drifting back to the last time you had been here and Shinichiro’s face flashed in your mind. If only your date had been someone like him. 

As you shifted in your seat to reach for your drink, you became aware of a person standing to your side. You turned to look over your shoulder and gasped as surprise overcame you when you saw who it was. The man was busy looking down at something on his phone and hadn't seemed to have noticed you next to him but you recognised the handsome face instantly. Speak of the devil, you thought to yourself. Without a second to waste, you pounced on the opportunity to ditch your date.

“Shinichiro!” 

For Shinichiro, the sound of his name coming from your voice was completely unexpected. He jolted in shock as he turned toward you with wide eyes. You were grinning broadly at him, your eyes sparkling in delight and warmth filled his body as a natural response. He was an honest man. He couldn't deny that the sight of your face did numbers on his heart.  

“Oh, hey!” He said, trying to recover, a smile playing on his lips. "Fancy seeing you here!" He glanced curiously over at the stranger next to you who in turn scowled back at him. 

“Shinichiro’s a good friend,” you said enthusiastically as you turned back to your date. “I haven’t seen him in a while. Is it okay if he joins us?” 

Your date frowned, his face twisting in distaste. If you had any feelings toward him you would have felt bad for the clear confusion you were causing him. “You want him to join our date?” 

“Yeah. We’re just hanging out anyway.”

He scoffed. “Hanging out? Are you serious? I didn’t come all this way and buy you a drink just to hang out.” 

Despite it probably being warranted, his attitude was not appreciated. You glared at the man, your eyes cold enough to turn him to ice. “Well, I want to talk to him. If you don’t like it you can leave.” 

“Is this for real?” The man looked at Shinichiro who shrugged, unable to contain the cheshire cat grin that stretched his lips. 

Your date huffed, grumbling to himself as his eyes flicked back and forth between you and Shinichiro. His cheeks reddened with frustration and his lips quivered in anger as he stood in a hurry and gathered his things. “You know what? Fuck this,” he snapped. “I’m gonna go. What a waste of time” 

You lifted your hand in a wave, smiling sweetly, his reaction not bothering you in the slightest. “Bye!” You called after him as he stomped away. 

Shinichiro waited for the man to leave, before taking his place next to you. Your eyes locked in a shared moment as you processed the turn of events and in an instant the two of you were bursting into laughter, your shoulders shaking as giggles tumbled out of you. 

“I was trying to find an excuse to get rid of him,” you sputtered, trying to contain your laughter. “Seems the universe sent you to me at just the right time.”

Shinichiro admired the way your face lit up in unabashed joy, the corners of your eyes crinkling as your mouth stretched wide in the prettiest smile he had ever seen. “The universe does work in interesting ways,” he snickered in response. For example, he thought to himself, the fact that he had been hoping to see you again and here you were in front of him, the second chance he had been praying for. 

You continued to smile up at him sweetly, looking up through your eyelashes as humour danced behind your eyes. Truthfully, you had been hoping to see him here too.

“So, are you going to buy me a drink, Shinichiro?” 

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Are you going to let me?” 

You crossed your arms in front of you. He tried not to pay attention to the way it brought his focus to your chest. You nodded toward your empty glass, a clear message in your gaze, and he leaned over the counter, waving at the bartender to get his attention. He pointed to your glass. 

“Can I get another one of whatever she had … and a beer for me, please.” 

You hummed in thought, cocking your head to the side. “Just a beer today? I remember you had something a bit stronger last time.” 

He grinned, pleased to know you had been paying attention. 

“I want to make sure I’m sober enough to take you home tonight.” 

He held his breath as he watched your reaction. You blinked at him in surprise, although there was no reason you should have been. He was sure he had been clear enough in his intentions the last time you had met. A flush warmed your cheeks as you tried to keep your composure but a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. Shinichiro grinned in satisfaction. Gotcha. 

Time passed quickly as the two of you conversed. The banter came easily, laughter flowing freely. You were funny, he realised, more than he thought … and beautiful, exactly his type. Multiple times throughout the night, he'd had to pause to remind himself to keep it together, lest he fall too hard too fast. You had only really just met and it was proving difficult to reign it in when you were hitting it off so smoothly like this. 

An hour later, you were still nursing the drink he had bought you, twisting it around in your hands as you smiled warmly at him. A small part of him hoped it was because you wanted to prolong the conversation for as long as possible. He would buy you another this time, if it meant you would stay to talk to him. The grip you had wrapped around his heart tightened as you gazed up at him through your eyelashes, your eyes twinkling in the low light.

“So when are you going to take me home, Shinichiro?” 

Your sweet voice tugged at his chest, your words catching him off guard. Your hand fell down to rest on his forearm and squeezed tight. Your playful look told him a clear message, and he received it wholeheartedly, instantly becoming putty in your hands.

“How about now?” He offered, holding out his hand. 

You giggled in response as you took it, clutching it tight. 

***

The ride to your place went by in a blur. His head was a mess as his bike rumbled beneath him, the engine roaring as he zipped down the road with you sitting behind him. All of his thoughts were consumed by the feeling of you pressed up against his back, your arms wound around his waist, gripping tight on his shirt as your bare thighs enveloped him. All of his energy was focused on staring straight ahead, ignoring the blood pumping in his veins to gather down between his legs.

It was a relief when he finally pulled onto your street. You helpfully tapped his shoulder and extended an arm to point in front of him at your house and he swiftly parked his bike before helping you off with an outstretched hand. He carefully lifted the helmet that he normally used for himself gently off your head. 

“How was that for your first ride?” He asked, shaking out his shoulders and breathing in the night air.

“Good!” You nodded enthusiastically and he chuckled, smoothing down the top of your hair. 

A wide grin stretched on your face as you blinked at him. Your cheeks flushed with excitement and your eyes sparkled with newfound energy. He couldn’t help but admire the way it lit up your face in a pretty glow and his hand fell down your hair to twist the ends around his finger. The night was quiet but electricity sparked between the two of you as you stood there in front of your door. 

“Do you wanna come in?” You asked the question he had been waiting for, your hands coming up to grip the front of his shirt. 

“I- I shouldn’t. We only just met.” 

“So? Isn't this why you chatted me up? Why you bought me a drink? Why you took me home?” 

“You’re drunk, more than me. I don’t want to take advantage of you.” 

“Oh, you’re so honourable,” you said with a voice all saccharine. “It’s okay, I’m more sober than you think. I’m offering now, Shinichiro. Take it or leave it.” 

His eyes locked onto yours and he nodded. Okay, was all he said before you were pulling him into your house and closing the door behind you.

In a quick motion, he had you pushed up against the door, pressing you back against it. His hands cupped your cheeks as your mouths met in a passionate kiss. Your lips were soft against his and time stopped as you moved together in a messy dance of give and take. Everything in his body honed in on the feeling of you, your mouth, your skin, and he deepened the kiss, desperate for more. Blood roared in his ears and his heart raced wildly, his body moving completely by instinct. A low moan slipped out of you when his tongue slid over yours and the sound landed straight between his legs where his dick was growing harder by the second.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

His voice was low and rough with arousal. You swallowed thickly, eyes half lidded as you blinked up at him. As if in a daze, you grabbed his hand and pulled him along as you hurried toward your open bedroom door. 

Once there, he pushed you down on your bed so you were lying on your back and climbed over you, caging you between his forearms. He towered over you as he bared his weight into them on either side of your head and his legs trapped you underneath him so you had nowhere to go. Silky dark hair fell down over his eyes as he dipped his head to capture your mouth again in an eager kiss, his soft lips moving fervently against your own.

Your legs wrapped around his hips and you squeezed tight, lifting your hips as you brought his bulging crotch close toward you. The stiff fabric of his jeans brushed against your aching body, your thin underwear already damp with your arousal, and you mewled, eyes rolling into the back of your head at the sparks of pleasure it gave you. He groaned into your mouth in return, his hips jerking into you, craving more friction. 

His mouth travelled down your body, sucking the soft skin behind your ear, noting the way your body responded to his touch. Your back arched when he trailed down your neck, lapping at your skin and there was a sharp intake of breath as he nipped lightly with his teeth. The fact that you were still wearing clothes grated on his nerves and he tugged at the hem of your dress in annoyance.

“Off,” he grunted out through gritted teeth. 

Your pupils dilated and your chest heaved as you did what he said. With shaking fingers, you reached behind you to unzip your dress and pulled it hastily down past your shoulders. You hadn’t bothered to wear a bra tonight and your upper body was now exposed to him in all its glory. 

His breath caught in his throat as he stared down at you, watching the way your chest rose and fell with your breathing. A hand came down to cup a breast and he revelled in the way you moaned his name as he rolled a hard nipple with his fingers. Not one to waste any time, he swooped down to latch onto the other with his mouth, licking at the stiff bud with his tongue and sucking into your soft skin. 

You moaned above him, keening as you lifted your hips up flush against his. Your hands gripped his shoulders, fingertips lightly clawing into his skin.

“Shin, please,” you breathed out. “I want you to touch me.” 

His eyes snapped up to your face, dark with lust. He released your tits as he rose back up to capture your mouth in another kiss. His hips rolled into yours, deliberate this time, and you arched into him, desperate and needy. 

“You want me to touch you, pretty girl?” His hips rocked again, grinding against your aching pussy. “I’m touching you already, aren’t I?”

You mewled under him, bucking into him to chase the sensation. Desire coursed through your veins as you blinked up at him through your haze. You were beginning to lose your grip on reality; everything in your body screamed at you with the need for more.

His eyes widened when he saw your hand slide down your legs in an attempt to try and relieve the throbbing between your thighs. In a swift motion, he was stilling your hand, gripping your wrist tight. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” He hissed.

“Please, Shin. I need more. I want to feel you inside me.”

His eyes narrowed, irises impossibly dark. He pushed back onto his knees, towering over you as he pulled your dress down your legs. Your arousal was on full display now, your damp underwear a clear show of your desire. A low chuckle rumbled from his throat and his fingers grazed the wet spot as he slid his hand over your crotch. 

You moaned helplessly and lifted your hips up as he removed your underwear. Despite it all, a small cloud of self consciousness hung over you as you lay there vulnerable and bare in front of him. It was easy to ignore though, when you saw the way his eyes flashed with desire as he looked down at you. His mouth hung open as he zoned in on your pussy, dripping wet and ready for him and he licked his lips as if getting ready to eat the best meal of his life.

“If you wanted me this badly, you should have said so. I would be happy to help.”

His fingers slid against your folds, gathering the wetness as he began putting light pressure on your sensitive clit. You jerked underneath him, your thighs subconsciously moving to close together but he trapped them open, pushing them apart with his arms. Heat began to build in your core, blooming to extend throughout your limbs. 

“You look so pretty like this, baby.” His fingers dipped down to your wet opening, catching at the entrance before sliding back up. “I bet you taste good. I need to know. Can I?”  

You were so light headed, dizzy with arousal that all you could do was nod. It was all he needed before he was leaning down, sliding back on the bed until his face was hovering between your legs. His hot breath fanned over your cunt and it clenched around nothing, already so sensitive in anticipation. He licked a stripe up your slit, lapping up your wetness before directing his attention to your clit. His lips wrapped around the sensitive bud, sucking as his tongue skimmed over the bundle of nerves and his fingers came back to play with your folds. By the time he finally slid one inside you, you were paralysed with pleasure, your eyelids fluttering shut as you whimpered his name. 

He sucked in a breath at the feeling of your warmth around him as you released a moan. He slowly began pumping his finger as he continued sucking at your clit, curling inside you to massage at the spongy walls. You squeezed around him in an effort to amplify the sensation and it sent blood rushing to the growing member between his legs. A wet spot was forming in his own underwear and he couldn’t help himself from grinding down into the mattress. 

Electricity raced through your nerves as he added another finger and your thighs began to tremble as you neared your orgasm. You gripped your bed sheets tight as he expertly stroked you in a perfect rhythm while his tongue flicked at your clit.

"I'm gonna cum!" You gasped as you teetered at the edge and he moaned into your pussy in response, so far gone just from giving you what you needed. His heavy lidded eyes flicked up to meet yours and the heady look on his flushed face was the final thing you saw before you were careening off the edge, the waves hitting you all at once.

You cried out as you came around him, jerking and thrashing underneath his weight.

“That’s it,” he praised as you pulsed around his fingers. “That’s it, pretty girl.”

He stroked your thigh up and down as you shook underneath him, mesmerised by the sight of your pussy clenching. His dick strained hard against his pants and he moved back up to kneel on the bed, unzipping his pants quickly and pulling down his underwear for some relief. His cock sprang out, thick and heavy in his hand and he tugged at it, the angry tip leaking with precum. With the small remaining self preservation he had, he reached into his pocket before removing his pants to find the spare condom in his wallet for situations like these. 

Even through your haze, your eyes widened at the sight. Your mouth salivated and heat began building in your core again as you watched, entranced by the way his hand slid over the tip, rolling the condom down over his length. You bit your lip as your pussy clenched in desire - you needed to feel every inch of him inside you.

He groaned as his heavy lidded eyes met yours. “You still want me inside you? You ready for this cock?”

You nodded fervently. “Please, Shin, I want it so bad.” 

“Come, ride me then.” 

He sat down on the bed, leaning back to rest against the pillows. You eagerly moved to straddle him, hovering over his hips and reached down to wrap your hand around his dick, grinning when you felt him in your grasp. Without a second to waste, you lined him up and slowly sank down, feeling him fill you up inch by inch. 

“Oh fuck, you feel so good,” Shinichiro hissed when you finally sat down flush against his hips. Your walls squeezed so tight around him and it took him all of the self control he had not to flip you over and fuck into you himself. 

His eyes rolled back in delight when you started moving, lifting your weight and sliding up and down his length. You leaned back with your hands finding purchase on his thighs and it made your back arch, your tits bouncing as you impaled yourself on his cock, finding the right angle where it hit you just where you needed it. He watched you move in awe, hands came up to pinch your nipples as you threw your head back, whining in pleasure. 

“Fuck! Keep going, you feel so good. I've been wanting to do this for weeks. It's all I've been thinking about,” He moaned, unable to control himself. It was all he could do to just lie there and let you use him however you wanted. He squeezed his eyes shut, focusing only on the sensation of your heat sucking him in as he fell deeper and deeper into the feeling of you. His head was so dizzy with lust - all he could think about was you, you, you. 

You continued to bounce in his lap, relishing in the stretch of his cock. His tip slid through your walls, hitting every nerve, and it sent electricity radiating throughout your body, almost too much to bear. The sound of your skin slapping together and the bed rocking filled the room as you deliriously rolled your hips in an effort to chase your high. 

Sensing that you were nearing your limit, he reached down with a hand to rub at your clit and your thighs trembled as you clenched even tighter around him, each stroke of him inside you bringing you closer and closer towards another orgasm. It only took you a few more seconds before you cried out, waves of pleasure coursing throughout your body. 

Your movements stuttered as you pulsed around him, clenching to build a pressure so tight in his balls he felt like could burst. Wanting to chase his own release, he planted his feet and thrusted up into you, his arms wrapping around you as you fell limp against his chest. His grunts filled the room as his hips snapped up to meet yours, fucking into you relentlessly. You whimpered, continuing to shudder from satisfaction and overstimulation as he slammed into you harder and faster.  

“Shit, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” Shinichiro cried out, his brows furrowed, his teeth gritted together as he gave one final thrust, his hips driving in all the way. Curses fell from his lips as he spilled into the condom, cock twitching inside you while you milked him for every drop. Darkness fell over his vision as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he came so hard that he swore he blacked out.

A blanket of quiet settled over the room, the only sounds being your panting as the two of you lay there catching your breath. You slumped on top of his chest, sweaty skin sticking to his, and his heart beat wildly under your ear, matching the rhythm of your own. He gently smoothed down your hair, pulling it away from your face to tuck it behind your ear and you blinked at him with your lips lifted in a satisfied smile. He slowly lifted your hips with his hands and your eyes fluttered at the slide of his softening dick inside you and the emptiness left behind when he pulled out. He rolled off the condom, tying it before tossing it into your rubbish bin. 

Flushed and spent, you settled into his side, testing the waters as you wriggled in closer towards him. His arm tightened around your shoulders and he pulled you in, closing the space between your bodies, letting you wrap your limbs around him. Heat radiated between you as you leaned your head against his chest again and listened to the slowly steadying of his heart.  

“So, how was your first ride with me?” You teased with flushed cheeks and a dazed look. 

Shinichiro chuckled softly and brushed away the hair on your forehead. His friends had always made fun of him for being so weak with women, always falling hard and fast, regardless of the possibility of rejection. They were right sometimes, he did have a tendency of jumping right into the deep end. But this time, he would be damned if he let you slip out of his grasp. No... now that he'd had his first taste, there was no way in hell he was going to let you go. 

“If this is how good it was the first time, it better not be the last,” he replied simply, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

You let out a satisfied hum in response. A small smile crept onto your face as you lightly trickled a finger down his chest. You hoped it wouldn’t be the last as well. 

cuddling with a one night stand? that's crazy! but i know shin would. he's the type to move in after the second hookup. i said what i said!!

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Roger Barel Main Route - Chapter 17

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

(Farewell, Roger…)

A gunshot was heard.

Red scattered before my eyes like rose petals.

—The man in the black hood who held a gun to my head fell to the ground.

(Huh…?)

One by one, the other men fell to the ground. Through the gunpowder smoke, I saw—

Kate: …Ro…ger.

Roger: Kate, you hurt…?!

Roger ran over and cupped my face in his hands. He stared at my face before running his hands along my body, checking for injuries.

Roger: Your arm’s bruised from when that guy grabbed you, but it’s not broken.

(...It really is…Roger)

Roger: …Kate?

When his eyes returned to my face, the tension within me snapped.

Kate: …Roger, Roger…

I clung to his shirt and buried my face in his thick chest.

Roger’s large hand patted my back, the warmth of it making my heart ache.

Roger: …That was scary, wasn’t it?

Kate: …It was…Ugh, I couldn’t…

Roger: That so.

His calm voice soothed my heart, and when he held me tight, I felt happy to be alive.

Nica: Ah, you lived. So, did you shoot them all? You’re a very merciless doctor, aren’t you?

(...Why is Nica)

Jude arrived after.

Roger: Look here, only missed a vital spot on one.

Nica: Ah, he’s close to death, no?

Jude used his foot to tilt the face of the man suffering from a gunshot to the leg up.

Jude: You’re gonna spill everythin’ ya know.

Man in black hood: …If I’m going to get killed anyway…

The ground instantly turned red.

(...)

The man lied motionless, as if drowning in the blood gushing from his neck.

Nica: Ah, he died before we could get him to spill anything. Too bad, we lost a valuable source of information.

Jude: …Tch, ya kill then run away by killin’ yourself. Disgusting.

Roger: …Kate, don’t look.

As I stared at the corpse in a daze, a large hand blocked my vision.

My face was pushed against Roger’s chest and I found myself being lifted up.

Roger: …Let’s go home.

All I could do was give a small nod in response as I tried to hold back the emotions rising within me.

--

After taking all the kidnapped youths back home and returning to Crown castle, Roger saw to my swelling wrist.

By my feet, Ale ate away at his reward meal.

(Why did Roger bring me back to his room and not the lab…?)

But the moment I thought that, I had my answer.

(Ah, I see…I was in a dark place just then, so he’s trying to make me feel less scared)

Roger: Oh right, Kate. See that square door on the floor there?

Kate: Square door? …Ah, there really is one!

While rubbing an ointment on my swollen wrist, he nodded over to the handle sticking up from the floor.

Roger: That’s actually a hidden door—Leads directly to the basement lab.

Kate: Wow! I didn’t know!

Roger: Wasn’t originally part of this room when Victor gave it to me. I made it.

Kate: …You made it? So you just made a hole in the floor…?

Roger: Yeah, if anyone finds out, I’m gonna get a good tongue-lashing. It’s a secret between you and me.

I couldn’t help but laugh at Roger’s own mischievous smile.

Kate: Pfft, ahaha…Geez…Just how much do you value efficiency?

Roger just smiled and, as if to shut the lid on something scary, slammed the medicine box lid shut.

Roger: …You’re finally starting to return to normal.

(Ah…I laughed…)

Roger: Alright, I’m done treating you. You should get some rest.

(I’m only able to laugh like this because of Roger’s help)

As soon as my stiff expression relaxed, I felt all the fear and anxiety slowly melt away.

…Now there’s just the guilt in my heart.

Kate: …-ry. I’m sorry, Roger…

Roger: …? I’d like to hear a “thanks”.

Kate: Sorry…

Despite what he wanted, all I could do was let out my feelings of guilt.

Roger: …Kate?

Kate: At the time…I wanted to kill them. But…My finger, it wouldn’t budge.

They were sinners who have killed, and Crown would have condemned them without any hesitation.

(...I knew that, but still hesitated to take a life)

(I was scared)

Kate: So…I ended up…

Roger: Ended up?

Kate: I ended up…making you kill those people.

Roger: …O_O

(The sin should’ve been mine to bear)

Roger: Kate, though I’ve never killed in front of you, it’s not my first time. So what you’re fretting over is— 

Kate: But…there’s no way you get used to killing people?

Roger: …

Kate: I told you I’d get strong, and I’ve been doing my best, but… But…I’m still weak…

(I couldn’t even run up to and hug Roger on that rainy day)

(I want to be able to support Roger, who’s trying to be strong, even just a little bit)

But I’m still as weak and pathetic as ever.

Roger’s always been the one supporting me.

Kate: Roger, I’m sor…

I couldn’t get the rest of my words out.

Because Roger’s lips had taken my breath away.

Kate: …Ro…Mnnn

Roger: …

When I was about to part my lips to speak, they were sealed again, entwined tongues snatching any thoughts I had away.

Before long, wet sounds could be heard from our lips.

Kate: Mnn, nn…nnn

(My mind’s gone numb…I can’t say anything…)

Anything I was about to say had melted away with the heat of the kiss.

But being hugged close to his broad chest and receiving kisses, as if telling me “that’s enough”—It felt as if all was forgiven.

When our lips finally parted, Roger’s face was so close that I could barely focus on it as I stared.

Roger: Kate, I’m glad I got there in time to shoot them.

Kate: …Huh?

Roger: I’d have to live with leaving you with a permanent scar if I let you kill someone. I’m glad you didn’t kill…Also I’m glad you’re alive, partner.

Kate: Part…ner…?

Did you just say partner? +4 +4

Don’t spoil me.

Am I still your assistant?

Kate: Did you just say partner?

Roger: Partner comes after assistant, doesn’t it?

However, I looked down, unsure if I qualified for it or not.

Roger: I know you were desperately fighting against your own fears to protect the others that got kidnapped. You stood there to protect them instead of yourself. I don’t think someone who fights for the sake of others is weak…Hence the promotion.

Kate: …

And so Roger has saved my heart again.

He allowed me to be myself and cheered me up with a smile of encouragement.

(...I was trying to not cry because I didn’t want to look weak)

Kate: …Uuuuuu

Roger: Oh, what’s up? You’re groaning.

Kate: …Huhu…

Roger: Ah…you’re trying to hold your tears back.

Kate: B-because…You’ve acknowledged me as your partner…I’ll ruin it if I cry.

Roger: Pfft…

Roger burst into laughter.

Kate: Besides, I know my crying face makes you happy.

Roger: Pfft, ahahahaha! You…You’re really…

You’re so damn cute!

The moment I was allowed to expose my weakness, the dam burst and tears spilled out.

Kate: W-waaahhh~ Roger you bully!

Roger: Ahhh, you’re crying. So cute. Pfft, haha…

As expected, Roger smirked as he stared at my face, but…he held my hand the entire time I cried.

(I said I’d never confess because I didn’t want it to be unrequited)

(But I admit it. I like Roger)

(I fell in love with this person)

Roger: When you’re done crying, let’s go out to eat. Your treat.

Kate: I’ve been promoted to partner, so you should treat me…Hic…

Roger: Alright, alright.

The next day, after having a delicious meal and beer with Roger and feeling so happy to be alive—

I visited Victor’s office to report on the incident.

--

Kate: Excuse me.

Victor: Yes, enter.

William: …

When Victor gestured for me to sit on the sofa, William, who was already sitting there, smiled at me.

Victor: First, I would like to apologize for putting you in danger.

Kate: Why are you apologizing? It’s my fault for being cautious. I’m really sorry. And thank you for saving me.

Victor nodded silently and I could see the sympathy on his face.

I was told that he sent out teams to search other locations as well when I got kidnapped.

(Everyone was worried about me…)

I bowed deeply again to express my gratitude to them.

William: Kate, with the criminals dead, your testimony will be an important lead. But speaking about it will be like digging up old wounds, so we won’t force you.

Kate: If any information I have will be of use, then I’ll tell everything I can. This is also part of my job as Fairytale Keeper.

—I told the two everything that happened.

Victor: It seems that the criminals were working for someone that wanted the bodies.

William: Your testimony has helped narrow down who they were. The criminals who kidnapped you—they’re a group of funeral directors.

Kate: A group of funeral directors?

William: As the name suggests, they’re a group of people who conduct funerals as their occupation. It seems that they realized the value of corpses, and started doing evil.

Victor: This group must be condemned. No exceptions. And now—Here lies a problem.

Victor’s cold voice caressed my cheeks as he spoke.

Victor: Just who was their employer? They were someone who instilled enough fear for them to prepare corpses and commit suicide.

William: …Fear isn’t the only method to control others, the reverse is also possible.

(The reverse…?)

I didn’t understand what William was muttering to himself.

Victor: We’ll take care of the rest as we’re already investigating it. I won't let this continue on—Absolutely not.

--

Roger turned toward the sound of the door to the basement opening.

Roger: …Ah, Kate. Just—

Alfons: Unfortunately for you, it’s Alfons, not Kate. These documents here are from Victor. At any rate… It’s quite unusual for a man with hearing as good as yours to mistake one person for another, isn’t it?

Roger: Kate’s the only one that comes down here these days.

Alfons: Speaking of, did you know? It has been almost a month since Kate has become Fairytale Keeper.

Though he knew that, some sort of surprise arose in his chest.

Roger: Yeah, it’s...already been a month. Time flies by when you get older.

Alfons: So, how is there any progress to proving that romantic love exists?

Roger: You could say that there’s still not enough research. —However, there’s one thing I noticed.

-

Another cliffhanger :D

[vespertiliosworld]

Shivani

Damian Wayne x Reader

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You were playing with the little Robin keychain that came with the menu you got at BatBurger. "Aw! That's so cute, I didn't know Robin could be so cute." You spoke while admiring the toy.

Robin was glaring at you like he had been doing for the last twenty minutes. He didn't like the toy, nor the way you played with it.

"So stupid." He grumbled before eating his veggie burger. You were all sitting together on the roof of one of Gotham's tall buildings, eating your burgers.

Superboy laughed at his situation with food scraps on his face. "I got Batman!" he said, holding up the keychain. He drank his coke while shaking Batman.

"Next time I'll get Red Hood." you said in an excited voice. Red Hood was your favorite, but you couldn't get him first while Robin next to you.

Robin felt enraged. "Why? He's such an idiot." he said in a disgusted tone. He had finished his burger and was waiting for you and Superboy.

You giggled slightly and rolled your eyes at him. "He's not! He's so cool! He never runs away from a fight, he's so cool, his body is so good, he's got muscles and oh my god I wish I could meet him!" You squealed with admiration and listed a bunch of things in one breath.

Robin looked at him with disgust on his face. He didn't understand why you liked Jason. To him, Jason was a total loser.

It seemed a little silly, but Red Hood was your favorite hero. "Well, I wonder if he's handsome?" You talked to yourself while picking up the garbage from your burger.

Robin grimaced and stood up. "He is not, he is very ugly." We all know that's a lie, right? Without waiting for you, he jumped off with a bat-hook towards another roof and jumped away.

"I don't understand what's wrong with him!" you said, rebelling.

Superboy shrugged and rose from the ground. "I think he's jealous." Then he winked and followed Robin without another word.

Not understanding, you quickly followed them. "Hey!" Night flights were very good. Especially with your friends. Your flying races with Jon, imitating Robin while he's bossing you around, eating burgers after long chases, and running around to warm you up in cold weather. It was all fun.

When the patrol ended and everyone started to disperse to their homes, you wanted to wander around for a while longer. You take every opportunity you have to use your powers freely.

As you flew over Washington, the houses with their lights on below looked like stars. The view was interesting, but you had to get back home before it was too late and Diana got worried. You stayed above the clouds to avoid attracting attention as you flew home.

When you got home, you noticed that Diana was getting ready to go somewhere in a hurry. She moved from room to room and you followed her. "Where are you going?" you said curiously.

Diana paused for a moment and turned to you. "Void, he's back. We're going to stop him with the team." she said quickly.

"Okay, I'm ready anyway." You said and held your sword.

Diana shook her head and put a hand on your shoulder. "You're not coming, his goal is to catch you anyway. It would be better if you stayed here." she said and turned to get ready.

You slumped your shoulders in disappointment. "You're right, okay." you said meekly. Of course you won't stay at home, you will follow.

When Diana hurried away, you silently followed after her, keeping some distance between you. She was too thoughtful and focused to notice you.

So it wasn't much of a hassle to follow her. The place where she met Batman and Superman was like an apocalyptic scene. Void's soldiers were everywhere, blood, severed organs, and dead people were scattered like decorations. As if Void was enjoying this, he was watching what was happening from above with satisfaction appearing in his black eyes.

You hid in the clouds to keep yourself away from it, but Void looked right at you, sensing the energy radiated by the relic you wore. You swallowed and hid further into the clouds, but he stared at you with bloodthirstiness, absorbing the dark energy emanating from dead bodies and scared people.

Feeling like you couldn't hide any longer, you pulled out your sword and gripped it tightly. When Void sent a large fireball towards you, you split it in half with your sword and quickly attacked him. When Void quickly retreated, you swung your sword at him once again. This time he caught your sword and smiled. "Hi dear."

You turned your eyes at him and tried to press your sword harder, but it didn't work. Void shattered your sword into pieces, this time he is very powerfully. While you didn't have time to pull away, he grabbed you by the neck and squeezed you. “When someone says hello to you, you have to say hello back, dear.”

When he threw you like dirt, you hit the ground and were dragged away. He screamed in pain with laser beams when he came at you and tried to attack once more. When you looked back in surprise, Robin jumped in front of you and stabbed Void in the eye with his katana. Just like you did before.

When Void stepped back, Robin came to you and extended his hand. "It must be hard being this powerless ." Even though he used a condescending tone towards you, you were happy.

You took his hand and got up. "Thanks." you said gratefully. Superboy landed next to you, punching one palm with the other. “Let's take this bitch down!” Robin grinned when you shouted loudly.

Although Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman saw you, they were too busy to help. There were Void's bloodthirsty soldiers everywhere. Wonder Woman turned to you as she shattered another one with a single punch. "Shivani! Be careful!"

You turned to her for a second and smiled. Your sword was broken, but you didn't necessarily need a sword. As you lunged forward and swung your fist at Void, he turned to you. Superboy took advantage of this by getting behind him and shooting lasers with his eyes. Before Void could realize this, Damian cut off his arm with sword.

You quickly jumped into the air and brought your fists together to deliver a solid blow to Void's head. Before he understand what was happening, you smiled proudly as Void broke the ground and created a dent.

"We did it! We won!" Superboy looked around, see the disappearing Void's soldiers.

You smiled and entered the rift, reaching for Void's necklace, which glowed black. "What's this?" The black stone was shining as if it was drawing you in. You reached up and took it off Void's neck and held it in your hand. It was an heirloom just like yours.

"I think I found something." As you looked hypnotized at the stone that pulled you in, you called out to the other two. Robin quickly jumped down and reached for your shoulder, but suddenly your body started shaking in pain. "Fuck!" You fell to your knees and whimpered in pain.

You screamed in pain as black veins of unknown origin appeared on your body. “Y/N!” You wanted to turn to Damian's shout, but everything suddenly went dark.

[thegoldfishkid13]

Transformed Jasper Hale x reader

A/n: Please feel free to send me requests for characters :)

Warning: Blood mentioned, death kinda, swearing?, Rosalie being softish

Words count: 794

Type: Sorta angsty with a dabble fluff

Masterlist

  I lay on the ground in agony, pieces of glass scattered around me. The vampire, not one I know, is standing above me wiping the blood from his mouth. My blood! The pain suddenly hit causing me to groan, a fire sensation shot through my body. The vampire bent down to touch my face, I tried to pull away but I couldn’t. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. 

   I couldn’t understand what he said, the pain was unbearable. All I want is for the pain to stop. Another agonizing shot of pain runs through my body.

  “Please…” I begged for him to make the pain stop, to do something. He shook his head no.

  “ Sorry sweetheart, but a lesson needs to be taught.” Confusion filled my brain. ‘ Why was I being punished?’ ‘Did Jasper get into trouble and not tell me?’ While questions raced through my head another vampire joined him in the room. She looked down at me and smirked, she motioned something and then they both jumped out of the window. I layed on the floor still, I couldn’t move or more pain would shoot through my body. It felt like I layed there for hours on end, in reality it was 30 minutes. I heard the front door of my house open and then shut. Someone was yelling my name. 

  I tried to scream for help but all that was able to be released was a strangled cry. Footsteps grew quickly and louder, he wasn’t alone, someone was with him. My bedroom door flew open with so much force that it almost blew it off the hinges. They rushed over to my side. I opened my eyes and looked at who was standing there, it was Alice, Jasper and Carlisle.

  “Make it stop please, It hurts!” I beg. Carlisle was quick to get down by my side and the others followed, he turns my head and see the bite mark, which was slowly healing.

  “ We are too late, she will transform soon.” He spoke “The venom has already entered her blood stream and started to take over. The best thing we can do is stay with her.” His voice was calm and serious.

  “There has to be something we can do, right?” Jasper spoke, Carlisle shook his head no, nothing could be done. I close my eyes again, too weak to speak. I felt a cold hand grip mine and I heard footsteps leave the room, most likely giving me and Jasper space. Cold lips connected with my forehead.

  “I’m sorry darlin’, I love you and now we can be together forever, nothing will bring us apart.” His voice shook, if he could cry he would. A strangled groan leaves my mouth and that’s the last thing I remember. 

   I woke up in the Cullen family home. I could tell that it was Jasper's room by the dark sage green walls, the color we picked together. I get up and look in the mirror, to see that I was changed into a black dress, I gasp. My eyes are red and my skin is cold and pale. I open the door and walk down the stairs to the living room where everyone was sitting. Most looked solem and others looked worried. Alice was the first one to notice me standing there. 

  “Y/n? You’re finally awake.” She said, excitement filled her voice. Everyone turned and looked at me, I just stood there and nodded, not knowing what to say. Jasper rose from his place on the couch and rushed over to me. He wrapped me in an almost bone crushing hug. 

   “Oh darlin’” Was all he said. I hugged him back, squeezing him, rocking us back and forth. Everyone got up and joined the hug, each saying they were glad that I’m okay and everything.

  “What even happened?” I asked. I already knew the answer but it would be comforting to be told.

  “ You were transformed into a vampire and now you're one of us.''Alice said, her voice was giddy and excited.

“You have so much to learn, come one.” Alice grabbed my hand and drugged me out of the house and into the woods. I tried to protest but it’s Alice and she doesn’t listen. Edward stayed inside with Bella, who still had a bandage around her wrist from some sort of accident I’m guessing. Rosalie and Emmet were standing with us. 

  “Y/n I know I haven’t been the nicest to you and I apologize.” Rosalie spoke, this shocked me.

  “ Thank you Rosalie, it means alot.” I said and gave her a wide grin, Emmet gave her a hug and mumbled something causing me to let out a small giggle. Maybe transforming was for the best.

[bakugos-wifey]

Wildest Dreams (Leona x Yuu)

(After the Cloudcalling festival in the Sunset Savanna, Yuu and Leona find themselves tangled in an unspoken romance. They’re not officially a couple, but their feelings are undeniable, surfacing in quiet glances and stolen moments. Inspired by Taylor Swift’s Wildest Dreams)

He said, "Let's get out of this town Drive out of the city, away from the crowds" I thought, "Heaven can't help me now" Nothing lasts forever But this is gonna take me down

The last bit of the buffet was scattered across the table—empty plates piled high, half-eaten desserts, and abandoned glasses as everyone leaned back in their seats, a look of utter satisfaction or sheer exhaustion on each face. Lilia was already half-asleep, sprawled in his chair, while Kalim kept yawning and insisting he could go for "just one more plate" but decided against it. Vil had gracefully excused himself after eating “just the right amount,” while Jack was trying to get Grim off his lap and back to their room before he passed out.

One by one, everyone rose, their laughter and conversation fading as they made their way back to their rooms. Leona was still seated, arms crossed, his gaze on the window, where the moonlight spilled over the sand dunes outside. Yuu stayed behind too, tidying her plate, the soft glow of the festival lanterns casting a warm light around them. It was rare to see him stay until the end of anything, and it intrigued her.

“Everyone gone already, huh?” Leona mused, still staring out the window. He glanced at her, his eyes gleaming with that familiar spark that meant trouble—but the good kind. “C’mon,” he drawled, stretching as he stood up. “Let’s get out of here.”

Yuu looked at him, curiosity sparked. “What do you mean?”

He tilted his head toward the door, a small grin on his face. “Drive out of this place. Get away from the crowd. You’re always talkin’ about ‘seeing Sunset Savanna,’ so here’s your chance.”

“Drive?” she laughed, raising a brow. “You can drive?”

“Please,” he scoffed. “You think I’m gonna let someone else have that much control over me?” He moved towards the door, his movements easy and unhurried, pausing only to look back at her expectantly. “Well?”

Yuu felt her heart skip. She knew better than to question him when he had that look, the one that promised both adventure and trouble. “Alright. Why not?” she said with a grin, following him out of the dining hall.

Leona led her to a sleek, car parked just beyond the palace grounds. It was the perfect vehicle for blending into the scenery, and she felt a thrill of excitement when he swung into the driver’s seat. She settled beside him, letting herself relax as he started the engine with a smooth, confident motion.

As they sped off into the night, Yuu felt a surge of adrenaline. The air grew cooler as they left the city lights behind, the stars clear and sharp in the vast sky. She glanced over at him, his profile strong and steady, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

“Guess it’s your lucky night,” he said, sparing her a quick look. “Gettin’ the royal tour and all.”

They both laughed as they tore through the open roads, the world stretching wide and endless in front of them. She couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe—just maybe—this night would be something unforgettable.

He's so tall and handsome as hell He's so bad, but he does it so well I can see the end as it begins My one condition is... Say you'll remember me Standin' in a nice dress Starin' at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your Wildest dreams, ah, ha

The drive stretched on as they left the city lights behind, the winding roads leading them to a secluded, elevated spot. The view was breathtaking, with the city spread out beneath them, a patchwork of lights and colors, the echoes of laughter and music drifting up from below. Here, under the open sky, away from the crowd, everything felt peaceful.

Leona killed the engine and stepped out first, making his way to her side. He opened the door, offering his hand with a faint smirk. “Well, princess,” he drawled, “you gonna admire the view from in there or get a better look?”

Yuu took his hand, his grip surprisingly gentle as he helped her out of the car. She marveled at how careful he was, the roughness of his palm softened as he held onto her. He was always so guarded, so gruff with everyone else—but with her, he had a way of being thoughtful, almost sweet in the smallest of ways. The way he glanced at her, making sure she was steady, the way he’d slowed down on the bumpier roads, his hand hovering near her just in case.

Standing beside him, she looked out at the city below, taking in the flickering lights and the faint sounds of celebration. But her gaze kept drifting back to him, admiring the way the moonlight softened his features, casting a silvery glow over his sharp, proud profile. He was so effortlessly handsome, the kind of rugged charm that made him look untouchable, almost dangerous. Yet, here he was, calm and steady, just for her.

"He's so tall and handsome as hell," she thought, her heart thumping in her chest. She felt a familiar pang, knowing she would remember this moment forever, no matter where life took her. She could see the end as it began, a flickering image of him in her memories, wild and free, like a dream she’d hold close to her heart.

A faint smile tugged at her lips as she glanced up at him. "Say you’ll remember me," she murmured, her voice soft, almost lost to the breeze. He turned his head, brow raised as if he’d heard, but she quickly looked away, feeling the warmth rise in her cheeks.

Standing there, in her silk dress that still carried a hint of the festival’s warmth, with red cheeks and the cool night breeze brushing her face, she felt almost unreal. All she wanted was for him to remember her like this, even if it was only in his wildest dreams.

I said, "No one has to know what we do" His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room And his voice is a familiar sound Nothin' lasts forever But this is gettin' good now [Pre-Chorus] He's so tall and handsome as hell He's so bad, but he does it so well And when we've had our very last kiss My last request is...

The city lights flickered below, fading into a distant blur as Leona’s fingers brushed against her cheek, tilting her face up toward his. The warmth of his touch sent a spark through her, and suddenly the view was the last thing on her mind. She could feel his breath, steady and warm, as his gaze met hers with an intensity that left her feeling weightless. The silence between them was thick with anticipation, unspoken words hanging in the air as his hand slipped behind her neck, his thumb tracing gentle circles that left her heart pounding.

Then, without a word, he closed the distance, his lips capturing hers in a way that felt both powerful and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world. Her hands found his shoulders as she melted into him, his other arm wrapping securely around her waist, pulling her close as if afraid she might slip away. She could feel the solid warmth of him, grounding her as she leaned against the hood of his car, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Somewhere between the softness of his touch and the rough, possessive way he held her, a thrill shot through her. She laughed softly, pulling back just enough to whisper, “Leona, what if someone sees us?” She was aware of where they were—Sunset Savanna, his home turf—and what it meant to be seen with the kingdom’s prince in a moment like this.

He smirked, brushing a stray hair from her face. “Let them,” he murmured, his voice low and unbothered. "No one has to know what we do.” His lips brushed against her neck, lingering for a moment as he inhaled deeply, his hand slipping to the small of her back.

From his point of view, the night couldn’t have gone any better. He hadn’t planned on attending the festival; he almost never did, preferring to avoid the fuss. But knowing she was here, in his world, seeing Sunset Savanna for herself, had changed everything. He wasn’t about to miss the chance to show her the real beauty of his homeland, away from the crowds and the noise.

There was something surreal about it, seeing his "herbivore" amidst the vast landscape, looking so out of place and yet so perfectly at home. The way her eyes shone with excitement, the way she took everything in—it made him feel like he was seeing his home with fresh eyes, like the old sights held new meaning because she was there to share them with him.

She was different. Different in a way that both terrified and thrilled him, and as his lips met hers again, he felt a fierce, quiet certainty settle over him. He didn’t know how long this would last, but he was determined to make every moment count.

You'll see me in hindsight Tangled up with you all night Burnin' it down Someday, when you leave me I bet these memories Follow you around You'll see me in hindsight Tangled up with you all night Burnin' (Burnin') it (It) down (Down) Someday, when you leave me I bet these memories Follow (Follow) you (You) around

The night stretched on, and the world outside felt like it had slowed to a hush, as if the stars themselves were leaning in to watch the two of them. Her laughter was soft, breathless, and each time she pulled him closer, he felt like he was burning, the intensity of it all blazing between them. It was only them—their private world, untethered from all the expectations, titles, and looming uncertainties.

Yuu’s hand slid from his shoulder to his cheek, her eyes studying his face as if she wanted to memorize every line and shadow, as if she knew that one day, she might have nothing but these memories. She saw something in him beyond the roughness, beyond the prince everyone thought they knew. And in that moment, all she wanted was for him to remember her like this: here with him, wrapped up in something that felt impossible and yet so utterly real.

She thought of the future, of what it would mean if she had to leave. If this place, this world, would someday become nothing more than a memory. But she didn’t want that for him. "You’ll see me in hindsight," she whispered, half to herself, “tangled up with you all night, burnin’ it down.”

Leona’s brow furrowed slightly, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw as he took in her words. He wasn’t one for promises or romantic confessions, but he felt it—a quiet ache he couldn’t shake, the knowledge that whatever came next, this night would always follow him. “When you leave…” he began, his voice thick, trailing off as if he couldn’t bear the thought. He knew she might have to go, but that didn’t make it any easier.

And in her heart, she knew that someday, when they were worlds apart, every piece of this night would come flooding back. She could already feel it, that bittersweet ache that would follow her long after. “I bet these memories follow you around,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper as she looked up into his intense green eyes.

But for now, they stayed wrapped up in each other, lost in a night that felt like it would go on forever.

Say you'll remember me Standin' in a nice dress Starin' at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your Wildest dreams, ah, ha Wildest dreams, ah, ha

The horizon began to blush with the first hints of dawn, casting a soft glow over the distant city. The quiet serenity that had surrounded them all night started to fade, replaced by the knowledge that they had to go back, that this enchanted, secluded moment had to end. Yuu sighed, the bittersweet ache settling in her chest as she looked up at Leona.

He seemed to read her mind, his green eyes darkening with an unspoken wish, an intensity that made her breath hitch. Without a word, he slid his hand to the small of her back, caressing her through the delicate satin dress he'd arranged just for her. It was a gesture so unlike his usual rough exterior, yet he’d been so careful tonight as if trying to memorize the feel of her, the weight of her in his arms.

“Say you'll remember me…” he murmured softly, his voice thick, and for a moment, she was too stunned to respond. But then, as if overcome, he drew her close, one arm slipping around her waist as he bent her back slightly, capturing her lips in a kiss that was fervent, deep, and lingering. His hold on her was firm, possessive, but there was a desperation behind it—like he was willing her to stay, willing the night to never end.

The kiss was everything. It was a promise and a goodbye, a fleeting eternity in which she knew that she would hold onto this moment, even if it lived only in her wildest dreams. She would remember the way he looked at her, how he was both fierce and gentle, how he made her feel like she belonged here beside him.

With one last lingering look, he finally pulled away, keeping his hand at her waist as they walked back toward the palace in the pre-dawn light. The quiet hung heavy between them, filled with everything they couldn’t say. For Leona, the silence meant everything—if he said too much, he feared it might shatter whatever fragile balance kept her here with him, even if only for one more night.

As they neared the entrance, the first light crept up, bathing her face in the warm glow of the rising sun. He caught a final glimpse of her rosy cheeks, her soft, red lips parted in a wistful smile, and he memorized it, holding it close, knowing this moment would follow him always.

“Even if it’s just in your wildest dreams,” she whispered, more to herself than him, hoping it would be enough to bridge the distance that might one day grow between them.

In his heart, he knew he didn’t want to let her go—not now, not ever—but he settled for the memory, his own secret wish buried in his chest as they slipped back into the palace, the rest of the world none the wiser.

[roguelov]

Green-Eyed Monster

Summary: While Morpheus takes care of the Dreaming, you find yourself enjoying a past time of yours: finding and cuddling cats of the Dreaming. It was a fun and innocent game. Or it was. One day, Morpheus spots you with a cat in your lap and strangely becomes jealous. So, how will he solve this? By becoming a cat himself, of course.

Word Count: ~2.6k

Reader: Gender Neutral (not explicit)

Warning: Some minor jealousy, mostly fluff, light teasing and suggestive hints in the end

Requested by the amazing @dreamstatednightmare

Morpheus - the sole provider of the Dreaming and all of its residents - was obviously a busy man. His attention constantly pulled in every direction from ensuring dreams and nightmares were doing their duties, to aiding whoever asked, and to keeping the Dreaming afloat and in perfect order. For the Dreaming was a cog in the cosmic wheel which was of utmost importance, its effects rippled out to all realms.

You understood this greatly, Morpheus had responsibilities that came first, and that never bothered you. In fact, because of such reasons, whenever you visited the Dreaming you created a game for yourself. There were many wondrous, unimaginable things to see and do in the Dreaming, but strangely you noted all the mundane things. Things you could easily see in the Waking, things such as the occasional house cat trotting around the palace.

Did Morpheus have an affinity for cats? Or did cats have an affinity for Dream of the Endless?

You supposed it didn’t matter.

When Morpheus had business to attend to, you would go ‘hunt’ for cats. You would stroll throughout the palace, and its grounds - sometimes even venturing into Fiddler’s Green - to find a cat. To your surprise, it was quite easy. In minutes, you would find yourself tucked under a tree, or on a bench, with a cat in your lap and possibly another walking around. You would sit for what seemed to be hours mindlessly petting it, listening to its calming purring, or coo at the furry stray. You would even tell stories to them, be it fictional or from your own life.

You enjoyed this little game of yours.

So, when you visited the Dreaming tonight, you found yourself in a portion of the palace's lustrous gardens - the rose garden. The rose bushes stretched tall and wide as a thick wall, forming an extravagant labyrinth to get lost in. Roses of all colors bloomed from a pure innocent white to a dark red dripping with a passion. Yet, you sat on the outer edges under a tree; the tree had iridescent green leaves and glass like flowers hidden in the foliage. The sunlight always shined above, sending prisms of splintering rainbows all over. But, despite such beauties, you were here for a simpler reason. You smiled as you spotted a shadow again up ahead in the rose bushes. A distinct shadow you came to know well - a feline shadow.

You gently called out, “Come on out, I promise I won’t hurt you.”

Pale green eyes - almost yellow in the sunlight - peered out from behind the leaves. Its eyes nearly blended into the mess of various greens.

You smiled kindly, extending out your hand towards it.

A reddish brown nose poked out.

Back in the palace, specifically in the royal library, Morpheus rose from a chair away from the long thin table. “If there is nothing else, Lucienne, I would like to take my leave for the day,” he said.

Lucienne closed her journal, which now had a completed checklist written inside, and looked up at her lord. “Everything has been accounted for and addressed, sire.”

“Good. I will be leaving, but if anything arises do call.”

“Of course, my lord.” She nodded and began tidying up all the documents scattered over the table top. With new dreams and nightmares being created, space for them was now needed. The Dreaming was under minor maintenance and readjustments.

Morpheus scanned over the documents and blueprints, feeling satisfied with the solutions. His eyes flickered to Lucienne as she piled up the papers. “And do rest, Lucienne, you deserve it.”

Lucienne blinked then smiled softly. “I will, thank you.”

Morphues nodded, then strolled out of the library. The second the door clicked behind him, his thoughts instantly went to you. Where could you have run off to this time? He wished he could offer more of his time to you. His heart ached, knowing you were alone. You swore it never bothered you. However, it bothered him. Immensely. Surely, the Dreaming would take care of you; you could find entertainment anywhere and never grow bored.

But.

But, he wanted to be there. He wanted to show you wonders. In the end, however, he could not divide his attention so easily.

He sighed to himself, walking out to the grounds of the palace. You said you wouldn’t stray too far.

“Oh, look how lovely you are.”

Morpheus’s footsteps faltered. He twisted around to locate your voice. Under one of the trees bathed in rainbows, there you were. You sat cross-legged on the soft patch of grass with your back pressed against the trunk of the tree.

He moved to call out to you, almost believing you were speaking to him, when a cat - a brown tabby cat - slowly walked towards you.

You cooed as the cat reached you and you began scratching behind her ears.

Morpheus oddly felt himself deflate.

The cat purred, leaning into your touch. Smiling, you whispered praises. You ran a finger over the dark stripes, softly tracing over the somewhat misshapen ‘M’ on her forehead. The cat closed her eyes, tilting her head back loving every second.

You chuckled. “Do you like that?”

At the sound of your laughter, such a sweet sound, a dark cloud began to form over the King of Dreams’ head.

You scratched the tabby’s cream colored chin, and your smile widened as her purring grew louder. The cat pushed her head into your hand, grateful for every ounce of affection you were giving. When her pale green eyes opened, she seemed as if she was smiling up at you. Her eyes twinkled. Then, without warning, she hopped into your lap, curling into a ball.

“God, you are adorable,” you whispered, giddily.

She rolled onto her back, peering up at you. You wiggled your fingers in front of her face and she meowed and batted at them. You laughed, loud and wholeheartedly.

Morpheus’s jaw clenched.

Why? Why did anger worm into his heart over such a small insignificant creature?

His eyes locked onto you. You peered down at the feline. Your fingers carefully caressed over her head and down her back. So delicate, so loving. A sickly green clouded his vision. He craved your attention after such a grueling day, and to see a cat be the prize of such affection? Jealousy and disgust filled him. How dare this creature tread on what was his?

He did not think twice.

He stepped forward.

His mortal figure withered away into a cloud of glimmering yellow sand. Each drop quietly scattered across the ground, like hushed bells. As the cloud shrunk, a black long hair cat strolled out. His gaze landed on you, or more accurately the stray in your lap. With his head held high, he walked over while his tail flickered side to side.

The tabby cat perked up her head, noticing Morphues first.

Morpheus, with his unnaturally bright blue eyes, locked eyes with the cat. Disgust and hatred written plainly in his eyes. The cat pinned her ears back and swiftly leapt out of your lap, sprinting off back into the rose bushes.

“Well, what got into her?” You asked, confused.

You glanced over to where the cat was looking earlier, before her grand escape, only to spot a new cat. The gorgeous all black cat had a regal air about him as he approached you. You shrugged off the other cat’s peculiar behavior. Smiling at the black cat, you stretched out your hand in a welcoming gesture. “Hello there, little one.”

The cat sniffed your hand only once before pushing his head into your hand. Your smile widened. He seemed to like you more than any other cat you met. The cat purred and instantly jumped into your lap.

You laughed. “Okay, make yourself at home.”

The cat looked up at you with such beautiful blue - and somehow familiar - eyes. You started scratching the top of his head, and he sunk down into your lap. His tail happily swished back and forth.

Morpheus could not deny how heavenly this all felt.

“You are truly a beautiful cat,” you hummed. “And so soft too.”

Your fingers carded through his fluffy, cotton candy like fur. You wanted to bury your face in his fur. Oh, it was so warm too, like a gentle hug, soothing and welcoming. Another sense of familiarity tickled in the back of your mind. The texture, to some extent, but the color reminded you of -

It clicked.

You huffed through your nose, amused. You continued to scratch behind his ears. He snuggled deeper into your lap, purring constantly and nonstop.

“I know it’s you, love,” you whispered. The cat jerked his head up, staring up at you with those endless oceanic eyes. You ran a finger from his nose over his forehead. You bent down kissing the top of his head, over the smoothed out fur. “So, now I am left wondering why you have taken the form of a cat? Care to explain, Morpheus.”

Morpheus stared, silently. Does he dare say the reasoning? Does he keep up the charade?

You scratched under his chin. He immediately closed his eyes, and began purring once again.

You snickered. “Is that why you are like this? To be scratched? To be pampered?”

Morpheus’s eyes shot open. He huffed, partially annoyed; be it at you for the accuracy of your questions or himself for acting this way, he did not know why.

“Or to be cooed at?” You teased. “My sweet, adorable Morpheus.”

Morpheus turned his head, holding it up high. Now, that was ridiculous.

“Oh come on, you came to me like this.” Your hand ran down his back through his midnight fur. “You clearly wanted this.”

Morpheus peered out of the corner of his eye to you.

A smile graced your lips. Brilliant and beautiful.

His heart skipped.

Maybe, this was enough. The charade was clearly over.

He leapt out of your lap. In mid air, a tornado of shadows and golden sand swirled tightly around Morpheus’s tiny feline figure. It grew bigger and wider in the air. In a span of a few seconds, black boots landed firmly on the ground. The sand wisped away twinkling like distant stars, and Morpheus stood above you back in his mortal form.

“Aw, did you have enough already?” You tossed him a cheeky smile.

Morpheus rolled his eyes as he tried to hide an amused smile. Despite your teasing, he could not help but smile when you smiled. Even if the reasoning was at his own expense.

“So?” You hummed.

Morpheus raised an eyebrow.

“Care you explain why you greeted me as a cat?”

Morpheus’s lips thinned. Apparently, anger was still heavy on his chest. Anger and embarrassment. He glanced away, avoiding your gaze. He looked to where the other cat scampered off, luckily she had not shown her face again. He was thankful for that.

You stared at him, silently dissecting him. Morpheus was always one to close himself off to negative, unsavory emotions. Yet, despite his efforts, you could read him fairly well. Your eyes followed his gaze towards the rose bushes, to the exact spot the tabby cat darted into.

“Was it the cat?” You asked, starting to pull at the thread.

Morpheus tensed. He slowly turned his attention back to you. His silence was your answer.

You snorted. “Morpheus, were you jealous of a cat?”

“No,” he quickly answered. Far too quickly, it only confirmed your suspicions.

You laughed. Standing up, you leaned in towards Morpheus. “You were jealous of a measly little cat.”

Morpheus huffed.

“Now, why would you be jealous? It is only a cat, Morpheus.”

“A cat which has garnered all of your affection.” He fired back.

You blinked then shook your head, still smiling. “It is a cat, it has not ‘garnered all of my affection’.”

Morpheus grumbled. “Then why shower it with any affection at all? Why not seek out my company instead?”

Your smile softened. Here is the true problem. You reached up with one hand and cupped his face. “Because, you are busy and I do not want to disturb you.”

He placed his hand on top of yours. “I know, but I wish you would. You do not have to be out here finding entertainment in strays.”

“But, I like it.”

He frowned.

“It is just a game, Morpheus. An innocent game of finding cats while I wait for you.” You stroked his cheek with your thumb. “It’s honestly relaxing and a bit fun, you should join me sometime.”

Morpheus frown deepened. That was possibly the last thing he wished to do.

“Oh, don’t be like that. A few cats cannot steal my heart, okay? And you know why?”

Morpheus stared. You silently prompted him to ask, to play along. He shook his head, but his lips slowly tugged back into a smile. “Why?”

“Because you already have it.”

He blinked. Your eyes shone with adoration, such beautiful eyes. He sighed, leaning into your touch. What a fool I am, he thought. His hand curled around your wrist, wishing to stay like this. “Apologies, love,” he muttered, “it seems I have let my emotions get the best of me.”

Not the first time, you jokingly thought. “It’s okay.”

He turned his head, kissing the inside of your wrist. “I think I may have a solution for our limited time apart.”

“Oh?”

“Would it be inappropriate to ask you to join me occasionally while I work? It could also provide an opportunity to show you all of the Dreaming.”

You smiled. “I would be honored.”

He returned the smile. “I hope you do not grow bored during such frivolous tasks.”

“I don’t think I will, and maybe I can help you. It could speed up the process.”

“Perhaps.”

With your free hand, you brushed back strands of his messy raven hair. “I just want you to know if you want my attention,” you leaned in pecking his lips, “just ask for it.”

Morpheus’s hands skimmed down your body, wrapping around you. “Is that so?” He whispered, playfully.

“It is.” You smirked, “You don’t have to go through crazy shenanigans like turning into a cat.”

He laughed once. “I suppose not.”

“But,” you began. Morpheus cocked his head curiously. Your arms fell over his shoulders as your fingers started to play with the edges of his hair. Your smirk grew, and your eyes twinkled with mischief. “But, you may not get any work done with me around.”

“Oh, really?” He leaned in, matching your smirk.

You hummed. “I may want all your attention to myself, I may become a distraction.”

Morpheus’s lips brushed over yours. “A welcoming distraction if ever.”

You chuckled. “How about we take this elsewhere? Maybe inside before another cat comes prancing in to ‘garner’ my affection.”

Morpheus had to suppress a groan. “I will not love this down, will I?”

“No, you will not. You were quite cute as a cat.” You kissed him - fleeting, but oh so loving. “But not as cute as you are now.”

He shook his head, but still smiled.

You took his hands, guiding him towards the palace. “If you want my affection, then let me show you how much you mean to me, my sweet king.”

Smiling, he tugged you back towards him, pressing you firmly up against him. His lips brushed over the shell of your ear. “Only if I get to return the favor, my love.”

You laughed as Morpheus quickly took the lead. He nearly rushed back inside, now knowing he will have your fullest attention - the thing he always craves.

[r-f-m-writes]

Pretty, Dead Animals Chapter Two

The backs of Linette’s thighs stuck flush to the linoleum floor of her apartment as she twisted left and right, razor in hand, carefully shaving away a week worth of hair on her legs and arms.

Her aircon was still broken, its absence magnifying the stifling heat that rose slow and smothering through the space. No amount of persistent hinting would compel Mrs. Weller to have it mended.

Linette knew it was negligence on her landlord’s part, that she would be within her rights to lodge a formal complaint, make threats of breaking lease - but she wouldn’t.

Linette didn’t like making a nuisance of herself. She knew full well that she couldn’t afford rent anywhere else in town, and she didn’t have anyone to stay with if Mrs. Weller gave her the boot for being a pest over broken appliances.

Working up a lather on her skin with cheap moisturizing body wash, the girl sighed through her nose.

The weekend was running long, the sun seeming to drag its feet as it crawled slow and cumbersome through the bright blue, cloudless sky.

Rinsing her razor off in the bowl of soapy water, Linette started on the backs of her knees while she glanced around the apartment, thinking of what else there was to do.

The floors were spotless from her sweeping and mopping them yesterday. The kitchenette was tidy as could be. All her clothes were washed, folded and put away - not as much of a feat as it seemed when Lin liked to keep her wardrobe small. The only thing she hadn’t done was make her bed.

Passing a wet washcloth over her legs, Linette wrung it out over the second, smaller bowl of dirty water before hanging it on the handle of the stove, knowing it would dry out in minutes flat thanks to the heat.

Pumping the last of her unscented moisturizer into her palm, Linette layered the soothing balm over her legs quickly before she stood.

A slow, hot wind pushed through her apartment window, making cream checkered curtains billow inward and fluster around Linette as she stepped forward, feeling the soft touch of the heady breeze dust over her skin, cooling and warming all at the same time.

Outside stretched miles and miles and miles of red sand. Shrubs scattered over the scorched earth like round green dice thrown by the hand of a giant. Far away, almost further than Lin could see, there were trees. Tall, swaying, hardy. No lakes stretched far enough inland to supply the flora with water, so their salvation came as rain.

She could feel the promise of a downpour in the air. It sat heavy on the roof of her mouth, soothing and clean on the wind. There would be a cool change before the world was bathed. Linette would leave her windows open, let the glory of the storm roll through her apartment until the air held a pleasant snap of its chill and all her pillows smelled of rain.

Pushing away from where she had been leaned against the painted sill, she folded back the dressing screen that stood like a makeshift wall between her bed and the rest of the apartment, careful not to scratch the floor as she moved the wooden legs. Linette was getting her security deposit back if it was the last thing she did.

A disarray of pillows and sheets kicked around on top of her mattress greeted her with the screen pushed back.

Bun Bun lay on the ground looking up at her soulfully with his scratched glass eyes.

Linette’s stomach dropped. She swept him into her arms in a second, hugging him against her in apology as her throat went tight.

“I’m sorry - I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you fell.”

It was stupid. Embarrassin. Her attachment to the stuffed toy as an adult, as someone who should have grown up and then grown out of ‘childish’ things, but she couldn’t help it.

Bun Bun was all she had that was really hers as a child. Hers to keep. Hers to love. Hers to depend on as she was pedaled from one group home to the next, passed on like a burden no one wanted.

He wasn’t even given to her by her real parents. Some of the other kids had things like that. Baby blankets. Quilts made for them by mothers who were too young or too deststue to shoulder the responsibility. Little, hopeless gifts given in lue of real love, real apologies, real accountability.

Linette was abandoned with nothing.

Bun Bun was given to her by Mrs. Lee, the nicest foster mother she ever loved and lost. Her house had been big and clean and safe. There was always food in the fridge, and Lin was always allowed to eat when she was hungry. Mrs. Lee gave her hugs and didn’t punish her for anything, ever.

Linette didn’t realize she was crying until her tears began to wet the top of Bun Bun’s head, his floppy brown ears draped over her wrists as she held him up to her face, chest constricted and empty and horrible.

Wind picked up at her back. Curtains whipped, clicking on their rod.

The smell of rain rolled over her with a familiarity that was as soothing and unconditional as one of Mrs. Lee’s hugs.

[homestuckreplay]

rose lalonde about NRUB'YIGLITH, SHAMEBEAST KING OF GROTESQUERY: i can fix him

(page 296-306, but also just some general thoughts?)

I'm being so normal about this comic casually dropping the three best characters we've seen so far on three consecutive pages. Fluthlu, Nrub'yiglith and Oglogoth are all sick as hell. They have eyes and mouths in completely normal numbers and positions. Their line of Hot Topic clothes would sell out in minutes. I can feel my bones begin to bubble and crack just thinking about them. I cannot wait for Rose to ill-advisedly summon them.

Page 297 is INCREDIBLE with its tantalizing idea that the strife specibus was briefly a conduit for unfathomable cosmic entities. The red splattered black background is similar to the one on the blood spade page - could be a coincidence, but I have been waiting for that page to get folded back into the story. This moment of temptation combined with TG insisting the strife specibus is a permanent allocation makes me think Rose will allocate the grimoire at some future time, its dark powers able to overcome the specibus' normal rules.

On page 305, we learn that Rose is confused by a page in the grimoire depicting several windows - two fairly standard windows from mass produced public buildings, two fancy stained glass windows, and a third normal looking window that's electronic, and plugs into the wall. But surely an electronic window is just a computer? Like how we're looking at the comic through a browser window, or how the apparatus the Vagabond found (linked from page 271) has a four square pattern reminiscent of a window? And since the page relates to 'summoning practices', does that mean these zoologically dubious creatures can be summoned through a computer? Through Sburb?

I'm back on my psychoanalysis bullshit with Rose but to be fair, she started it. I think the reason she likes to write is because it's so much easier for her to carry herself off as cool and collected in words than any other way. She's mastered hiding her flaws in considered writing but not so much in the moment. Thinking about the authority and certainty in her GameFAQs compared to her 'arghs' in her messages to John. Thinking about her 'I think they are elegant' regarding the tree modus compared to her scattering her prized possessions over the observatory. Thinking about her creative writing journals as unfinished thoughts and Rose as a perfectionist who will show things to people, but only on her terms. The point? Stack modus isn't looking so bad now.

I've also been thinking about Rose being framed as Dark John. This is partly because her panels are literally shaded gray while John's are bright white (I know it's dark where she is, but it still affects the tone of her pages) and partly because of her putting on an act to seem dark and mysterious vs John putting on an act by wearing a CLEVER DISGUISE and having a food fight with his dad but most importantly, John having a favorite monster on his shirt (friendly grinning alien who loves food and helping the people of New York) vs Rose having a favorite monster on her shirt (foul patrician of misery whose mammoth belly gurgle brings the Epoch of Joy to an abrupt end).

Finally, I'm thinking about the Small Scale Adventure and the tiny video game fetch quests John and Rose keep being sent on. In a story of imminent apocalypse via procedurally generated meteors, the fact that Rose's current mission is to go get the backup generator from the yard feels so mundane and so grounded. Something about the tiny parts that make up the whole, the cosmic insignificance but also vital importance of each individual's role in a much bigger system.

Basically, I think Homestuck's good. Pretty cool that it just hit 300 pages, here's to 300 more!

[saltywritings]

Petals of the Dragon | Aemond Targaryen x Reader | Part Two

summary: a multipart beauty and the beast au.

part three

series warnings: suggestive commentary, foul language, violence, etc.

in the days that followed you slowly felt comfortable leaving your chambers each day. the time you spent with the beast, aemond as he was referred to often by the furniture that has become your companions, was minimal. something that you were genuinely grateful for. yet, as you strolled across the castle you were unable to keep your curiosity at bay. you wondered what could possibly be hidden away in the west wing of the castle? your feet danced along the stairs quietly, making sure to not pull any attention as you ventured into forbidden territory.  once reaching the top of the staircase your eyes were pulled to an open door. there was a part of you that was telling you to flee- to stay away from it. to go before you were caught. for you still had been uncertain what this beast was fully capable of, and yet? you pulled your feet to the open door, head poking in first to assure that he had not been nearby. however, the room was empty. a mess, but empty. the room was warm, perhaps the warmest part in the castle with roaring fire emerging from its fireplace. blankets were torn to shreds and scattered across the room, tossed over furniture, and the remnant of a bed frame was before you in the room. a torn tapestry rested against the wall, clinging onto one another by mere threads. you walked over to threads that clung together, you fingers nimbly held the fabric up to get a better look at what had been torn- and it resembled the beast you had seen in some light. the features were different, but the structure seemed the same. though, your attention was only brought to the tapestry momentarily.

it was only a mater of moments before a glow came upon the room. you turned to see what had been causing this sudden glow in the room and to the side of the bed near the balcony stood a rose on a table, under a glass dome. there had been something unexplainable that allured you to it. a natural pull. a part of you that was unable to resist. for it was only a matter of seconds before your hands were pulling up the glass dome that sheltered the rose; for your eyes looked to its glowing red petals with wonder. you managed to pluck the dome from the table, your eyes full of wonder, and blissfully unaware of the petals that had long wilted from the rose. one of your hands slowly moved to the rose, your fingers almost touching a petal when you felt a hand grab onto your arm. a harsh pull that caused you to stumble back on to the ground. you landed on your bum, looking up as the beast quickly placed the cover back over the rose.

“do you have any idea what you could have done!” the beast snapped turning to face you, towering over you as you attempted to stumble to your feet.

“i-i’m sorry-“ is all you could stutter out.

“i told you to never go to this wing of the castle!” he continued to scream, his face coming closer to yours as you continued to flinch in his presences. before you, aemond had begun wildling flipping over furniture, throwing things from the ground- a black crown tumbling down after.

“stop, please. stop.” you spluttered, beginning to beg now.

“get out!” he hissed, you were frozen for a moment but he repeated himself. “get out!” this time he was screaming and you did not hesitate again. quickly, you left the room. sprinting out of it and down the stairs. you were booking it for the door when you heard the clock, otto as he referred to himself, shout after you. you were rushing past him, knocking him over in your pass. 

“where are you going?!” otto shouted, you had reached the door.

“i’m leaving- oath or not, its not worth being locked in here.” you confessed your hand pulling at the handle for the door.

“you can’t leave-“ the candlestick, aegon as he so proudly called himself, called out almost helplessly.

“i’m sorry.” is all you were able to mutter before you went racing from the castle, the cold winter air ate at your skin through your dress.

your fingertips were nearly numb from the cold by the time you manage to pull your horse from the stable. you climbed on the back and attempted to ride far from the castle. in the dark of the night and in the blizzarding snow you attempted to race through the woods. your horse was quickly confused in the night and while you attempted to pull the reigns your horse listened to not commands. this time was short, however. for the growling of the wolves quickly rung in your ear. surrounding your horse had been the pack of wolves. your father once told you that the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. the thought came to your head only to realize how outnumbered you were. as the growling continued your horse took off. wildly thrashing through the woods. you were grasping on for your life. however, there had only been so long you were able to hold onto her before you were sent flying back- and your horse continued on without you.

panic spread across your soft features as the sound of growling grew louder and louder. it was in the pale moon light that you could see the dark wolves closing in on you. quickly, you stood to your feet hands grabbing on a near by branch as you attempted to keep the wolves from you. arms swinging violently as you the wolves nipped the air by your clothing. just missing you as you attempted to keep them away. however, the branch snapped and soon you were face to face with what would likely be your fate. you only hoped that the mother would give you a merciful death if this was the end. if this was how you met the stranger. you covered your face, expecting the worst. however, a loud grunt came from behind you as a yelp came from the wolves. behind you had been the very beast who had entrapped you. his claws coming down to pull the wolves, they bit at him and scratched him as he fought them. you stood in shock as aemond fought off the wolves- watching as they went scurrying away. aemond, however, only looked to you for a moment before he collapsed to the ground. covered in his own blood you rushed to him. there was a part of you telling yourself to leave. but you couldn’t. not after he had saved your life. therefore, you stood beside aemond as you manage to get him back to the castle.

you had aemond resting in a chair by the fireplace, alicent brought you warm water with a rag to help clean aemond’s wounds. the bowl rested in front of you and your hands dipped the cloth into the warm water before you brought it to the wound on aemond’s arm.

“hold still!” you insisted through gritted teeth, finally managing to place it down on the wound once you had a grip of his arm.

“i don’t need your help, you’re just trying to hurt me-” aemond spoke back to you attempting to pull his arm away from your grasp.

“it wouldn’t hurt so much if you would just hold still, i’m only trying to help-“ you were attempting to plead with him but aemond finally sat up in his chair. an ounce of energy overcoming him as he sat up to look at you with a powerful scold.

“i wouldn’t even be in such situation if you had not run away,” aemond attempted to gain the upper hand.

“i wouldn’t have run away if you hadn’t frightened me, if you would have controlled your tempter.” you fought with him, cloth still in hand.

“i forbid you from going to the west wing of the castle,” aemond reminded you.

“you still did not need react that way, aemond.” you scolded, however, the attention shifted.

“what did you say?” the silver haired beast continued to question, you did not answer. “where did you hear that?” he questioned you.

“the furniture, they call you aemond.” you explained, your eyes meeting his. there was a silence that followed as your eyes remained locked to his. “may i call you aemond?” you questioned, aware it had been his name and had begun quite tired of referring to him as a beast.

“you may-“ aemond granted the permission, breaking eye contact with you. carefully, he gave up handing his arm back over to you as you carefully pulled the warm cloth back to his wound.

“thank you, aemond.” you called his name softly. it felt foreign to him. his name coming off of your lips. there was a part of him that softened as you continued. “thank you for saving my life,” you expressed your tender hands continuing to clean his wound.

“you’re welcome, y/n” aemond called to you slumping into the chair slightly as his body relaxed.

you weren’t leaving here anytime soon.

[bchan95]

'Tis The Damn Season (Bang Chan x Reader)

The freshly fallen snow fell perfectly on top of all of the small rooftops scattered across the brightly lit Christmas village. The one thing I loved about my hometown is that they knew how to make every day of December feel like the warmest cup of hot cocoa on Christmas day.

Each year, the city square was filled with colorful lights and festive decorations. Smiling snowmen and sparkling snowglobes as far as the eye could see. Even the town clock was decorated, counting down to the big day.

This year felt a bit different though. It was the first Christmas without my best friend. It felt weird without Chan around. He was always the most excited about the holiday season. He always met me at my house bright and early with a white chocolate mocha in hand, and brightly colored cheeks.

We would walk these city streets together, ranking the decorations as if we'd ever been able to design anything in our lives. Pointing out broken lights, mismatched decor and corny signs until our stomachs hurt from giggling.

"Ms. Cleveland really could have done better," he'd spit, shaking his head before smiling over at me.

"A shame, truly," I'd nod before bursting into laughter.

I wonder if he's home. His school started Christmas break right after mine. Well, at least I knew they did the last time we spoke. That conversation was still heavy in my mind as I swirled my red cup in my hand, looking at the green and red lights above the old schoolhouse.

It was my fault, I knew that. But nothing could help me shake the panicked look that rose across Chan's face when I told him. When I stupidly said those three words that made me lose him forever.

We were walking over the bridge near my house. Lamposts ahead wrapped in garland and white light. I tried to focus on the festive decor to stop my hands from shaking. I look over at him and it makes it all worse. His jaw had become more chiseled over the school year. His arms were bigger too. But that bright smile never looked a day over 12 years old. Those bright red cheeks brought a soft air of familiarity to my fluttering chest, as I pressed the drink against my lips.

He turned to me with a smile, before it dropped a bit in worry. He stopped abruptly, fully turning to face me.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" He said, reaching out for my hand. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

He pulled me off to the side of the bridge, our arms resting on the plush green leaves as we continued to look at each other. I could feel my throat dry, bringing the tea in my hand back up to my mouth for a quick sip before I nodded. He shakes his head and leans in toward me.

"I know when you're lying, you know?"

I smirked, looking down at the ground. He could always read me like a book. I chewed on my bottom lip for a moment before my eyes rose back up to meet his. I knew I had to tell him now before I chickened out again.

But how do you tell your best friend that somehow over the past six months, you've begun to see them differently. That you wanted to hold his hand like you always did. But you wanted it to mean something entirely different. That you wanted to kiss those red cheeks that you made fun of for years. That you wanted more.

I paused for a moment before sighing and meeting his eyes again. His lips mimicked mine, his teeth biting down on the flesh of his rose-colored lips.

"Chan," I started, scrunching my nose as the winter wind ripped past me. "You said we can tell each other anything... right?"

He nodded furiously, his eyes never leaving mine. I know I cannot un-say what I'm about to say... but if I didn't let him know how I felt that might actually be worse. I sighed again, nodding myself along to let the words fall out of my mouth.

"Chan I... I think I love you."

He smiles at me, rolling his eyes "I love you too, nerd."

I shake my head "Chan, no you do get it... I love you." I put emphasis on the second word, watching as the realization washed across his face.

He slowly nodded, and his lips dropped into an "oh" shape. I felt my eyes watering as his reaction didn't shift to one of warmth. When. he didn't smile brightly at me. I swallowed hard, turning away from him.

"I'm sorry," I yelled from behind me, making my way back to my house and away from his bright gaze.

I heard him calling my name for a moment as I shuffled down the path filled with freshly fallen snow but I couldn't get myself to look back. To see those eyes filled with pity at the dramatic scene I caused. So I pushed forward until I made it through my front door, sliding against it with tears pouring from my eyes.

Chan had texted me a few times the next day. The messages were filled with "we should talks" and "please responds" but I couldn't get myself to hit any of the keys. I would start a paragraph about how I was just kidding and that I didn't mean what I said but I'd hit delete before ever pressing send.

He finally gave up after two weeks of me actively avoiding him in grocery stores and deleting his text messages. Part of me was sad that he stopped reaching out, but another part was relieved that I didn't have to try to have this conversation.

It had been about a year since that encounter. I was finally feeling brave enough to venture out on my own in town. My mom had finally stopped asking where Chan was, and if we had had a fight. My heart stopped racing as we drove through the city past his family's big blue house right outside of the Christmas village. I selfishly thought that I had healed.

Smiling to myself, I let my eyes admire the silver tinsel and bright gold bells adorning that clock tower. I spun in a circle through the middle, giggling a bit as I settled into a standstill sipping sweet chocolate and whipped cream. It was painfully quiet, the market vendors just beginning to set up at the other end.

I decided to press forward to explore the market for once. Maybe find those clay earrings mom wanted or a set of chopped firewood for the fire. As I neared the entrance, I saw a familiar black puffer jacket to the left, carrying baked goods by the crate.

I stop dead in my tracks. I should have known his mom would be here. She makes the best sourdough in town. She has a waitlist for loaves right before the holidays. And of course, he was here helping her. The most caring guy I know, constantly making sure his mother had ample water and never had to lift a finger.

There was still time to turn around. I could spin back on my heels and race back to the house before he even turned my way. But before I could retrace my steps, I saw Chan's mom point in my direction. Chan's eyes followed her arm, and over to my shaking figure. I was frozen in place.

I watched him say something to his mom before setting the crate back into the pickup truck, shoving his hands in his pockets, and walking my way. My heart raced as I saw his body come into view. I picked up the cup and brought it back to my lips, letting my eyes fall to the ground as I heard his footsteps.

What will he say? Will he yell? I'd deserve it. I left without an explanation. I felt my heartbeat in my throat, my hands shaking against the paper cup as I walked myself through the possibilities.

The footsteps stopped right in front of me. He sighed loudly, causing me to look up and finally meet his eyes. Mine widened as I realized he was smiling at me. Shock zoomed through my body, creating goosebumps on my forearms as I tried to maintain eye contact with him.

"So you are alive..." I heard his giggle, dimple popping out on the left side as his smile widened.

I blinked, mind completely blank. "What?"

Chan took a step closer to me, leaning his head to the side. His smile never wavered. I expected frustration. Angry words. Even a little bit of grit to his voice toward me. But none of that aggression was to be found in those soft eyes.

"Y/N. You scared me. I thought I lost you."

I gasped, feeling his hand reach out to mine. I let him intertwine them and fall between us. The snow had started falling again, wrapping us around in a soft white glow.

"I-," my voice shaky as I felt his thumb rub up against the top of my hand. "I'm going to be honest, I didn't think you would want to see me again."

I felt my cheeks warm as Chan shook his head at me. He took another step toward me. Our bodies were dangerously close and I could already feel the heat of his closing in on mine.

"I wasn't the one who ignored phone calls and texts...."

It was my turn to giggle, nodding as I gnawed on my lower lip. He had a point there. I was the one who cut off contact. But that still didn't explain his softness toward me. His hand in mine. His eyes, bright and wide.

"I'm sorry."

His grin grew again "You should be...."

I nodded, lips parted with an apology right on the tip of my tongue. He shook his head as he softly hushed me, and spoke up again.

"Not because I'm angry, but because I missed you," he giggled and his nose scrunched up in the way I like.

"I missed you too..." I said just above a whisper.

We sat there in silence for a moment, eyes just pressing into each other. Finally, he broke the quiet with a sigh.

"You know I love you too, right?"

I shook my head "But Chan..."

He stepped in closer, the space between our bodies fully evaporating. His hand moves away from mine, and to my cheek where he softly captures my jaw, thumb painting soft circles on my skin.

"No buts...I love you."

"Like?"

"Yes, like you love me," He adds, his mouth outstretched into a wider grin, exposing his perfect teeth as he leans in toward my face.

I swallow my pride and let myself melt into his touch. His lips hover over mine, his peppermint breath overtaking my senses. He pauses near my mouth to whisper.

"Just don't run away from me again."

I nod ferociously, gaining a giggle from him once again before he presses his lips into mine. Soft and slow, our mouths crash together in the glow of the Christmas tree behind us. A loud gong of the town bell was the only thing that pushed us apart as it rang in the morning market. He presses his forehead into mine, pecking my lips.

"God, I missed you."

[choppedsouldreamer]

Latest chapter, KNG9 Lore time baby!!

Dragon Origins (Part 1)

The dragon slowly woke up, raising her head from the ground, her vision clearing and showing that the floor she was currently laying on was scattered with.. gold coins?... she eventually got her bearings and rose from the textured floor with the various precious objects, muttering under her breath...."God, where the hell am I?..." "You are on The Floating Palace!!" A joyful slightly high pitched voice announced, causing the dragon to jump and sneer "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"  "LANGUAGE!!!" The purple jewel-like object protested then continued on with a slight calmer tone "Sorry, I should have explained, I'm Gem, your personal guide of existence! You are currently in a ship called The Floating Palace, where you will be travelling to your set destination!! It won't take long, and i'm a sentient gemstone! Thus Gem for short." And it sure was strange, only having little eyes but no mouth even if it could talk..it glowing slightly when it did talk. The dragon was stunned for a moment....a talking sentient jewel which floated and glowed while having round eyes but no mouth was a...very unusual thing to wake up to.."And......uh, what's my name?.." The dragon asked, still a bit cautious. "Oh! Your name you will be addressed by is KNG9! But your real name is Kin⬧︎♏︎⍓︎!" (hehe lore you have to solve) Gem answered helpfully, knowing how confused she must be at the current strange situation. KNG9 processed this new information and everything around her, the ship she was on looking quite fancy and royal..She started to put the pieces together then suddenly asked "Am I royal?" and Gem blinked for a moment at the quick question but soon answered again "Uh well yes, that is why you are on The Floating Palace after all, I'm afraid you may need to do duti-" "No" KNG9 quickly cut them off, she has only just woke up here and she has to do 'RoYaL dUtIeS'  no way in hell. "BUT WHAT IF YOU ARE NEEDED FOR ROYAL-" "I said no" KNG9 cut in again, not at all caring, just wanting to live her own life and not have to do some crappy fancy duties just because she was made that way. "I....." Gem says trying to find some way to possibly convince her so just giving up and muttering "I suppose it's your decision, not mine."

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Later when KNG9 was wandering around the ship and getting a tour from Gem she started to get tired of the simple white outfit she was wearing, I mean she felt like she was in an insane asylum thanks to it, giving Gem a small nudge to get them to stop talking, asking yet another question but a bit impatiently "Can I get out these damn plain clothes? They're pissing me off..." At this point Gem got used to KNG9's constant swearing so just let her be, replying "Sure! We can get you out of those!" "Thank god.." With a slight puff of clouds KNG9 suddenly had a Princess style dress on....being her most dreaded colour to wear....PINK... "I was thinking just in case you reconsidered-" "ABSOLUTELY NOT" KNG9 said in disgust, she didn't mind pink on others but bright colours were definitely NOT her style... "Oooookay...big no, gotcha.." Gem commented, then another puff of smoke KNG9 was wearing a much sleeker and stylish black dress, almost something you would see in a spy movie, with long black gloves, red and purple detailing around the waist and tops of the gloves, even matching heels. "Hm, much better...But I'm not planning on a damn fancy dinner or heist, I want something more casual and comfortable" "AHA! I have the perfect thing for you!!" There was another puff and KNG9 was in a pair of ripped black jeans, long purple boots, with a styled red belt like piece of cloth, a black jumper over a purple shirt underneath a dark-ish blue jacket with finger-less black gloves. "Now THIS is my style~!" KNG9 said with a satisfied grin "Glad you think so! It will work with the snowy terrain!!" Gem added, "W h a t" KNG9 with confusion and slight annoyance "Ah, right, I haven't said your destination yet! You're set to go into a nearby snowy area of land!! Nice views!" "I'M SET TO GO WHERE?!" KNG9 repeated angrily.

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Will be updated with pictures/ drawings at some point!

[quietwingsinthesky]

for your "f*ck with my muse" thing: 4, 7, 27, 34, 36, 39, and/or 40 with the Doctor

For you, anon, for waiting so patiently, you may have a drabble for each <3 and a multitude of Doctors for them.

4 - 11 & River

He tells the Ponds that River’s brainwashing broke with her sacrifice, clean and simple.

Rule one: the Doctor lies.

River’s hands are already bloody when she beats him to the ground. Not his blood, but soon, it is.

“River Song,” he forces from a busted lip, “you’re River Song-” Another crack, knuckle against bone. “Your mother’s Amy-” Harder, his vision blurring. “You’re my-”

He has to believe she’s fighting, or she’d have gone straight for the kill.

She raises her fist again.

“I trust you.” He cups the hand at his throat. “I trust you, River.”

And River wakes up.

7 - War

“I’m here to help,” he says, reaching for the girl as she shrinks back. “The Daleks are gone. You’re safe.”

He catches her dress. Her eyes go wide, terrified, and before he can move, she barrels out at him. Pain shocks through his side. He shoves her back instinctively.

Her hands are wrapped around a shard of metal, her only protection. It’s coated in his blood.

She’s shaking.

He takes the metal from her, scoops her up, and carries her as he bleeds.

He’ll have to hope he can get her to safety and still have time to help himself.

27 - 12 & Clara

His plan to have all their attention on him, away from Clara, begins to fall apart the minute he hears, “Toss him out an airlock. He’s getting on my nerves.”

“You don’t want to-” He starts, before he’s yanked backwards by his hair, his body twisting until he’s being dragged across the floor.

“Doctor!” he hears Clara yell.

“Her next! When we’re done with her!”

He has to think. His scalp is on fire, his arms bent the wrong way by the handcuffs holding him, and Clara is in danger.

He’s been in worse situations. He’ll get them out. Somehow.

34 - 10 & Martha

“I know where she is,” the Master says, gleeful for the opportunity as the Doctor forces himself not to respond. “Of course you don’t believe me. Here. Take a look.”

The pictures he scatters before the Doctor are unmistakably Martha.

“Wandering up through Canada… I bet you miss her, Doctor. Her family misses her. I should have her picked up.”

Martha’s clothes are dirty, her eyes wary. The Doctor needs her to be free more than he needs air.

“Or, if you beg, I could forget where she’s been.”

Without hesitation, the Doctor falls to his knees to protect her.

36 - 10 & Rose

He should have noticed sooner, before the conscious light behind Rose’s eyes blinked out into something hungry and feral. Before she was on him, knocking them both to the floor and the antidote he’s been working on for the rest of the ship rolls from his hand.

“Rose!” She can’t understand him anymore. He knows that, and he tries anyway, hoping he can reach her.

She stills.

“Rose,” he breathes, “you won’t-”

She lunges down at him. Her teeth sink into his neck. He can feel her jaw clenching, the hot release of blood as his skin tears. He screams.

39 - 10 & Donna

The package is large, a mystery, and exciting until he opens it. Inside, there’s a much smaller box. He turns it over in his hands, but there’s no more indication of its origins than the one it came in.

He looks over his shoulder, ready to ask Donna-

She isn’t there. She never will be again.

He forces his attention back on the mystery.

He opens it. It’s empty.

He frowns, brushes his fingers along the bottom, and feels… something. He pinches it and draws it out.

It’s one long, red hair. The Doctor drops it.

No sender. No information.

40 - 9 & Jack & Rose

His veins are burning with poison. He’s trying to tell them what to do, but his tongue feels thick and heavy. Jack’s carrying more and more of his weight as he hauls the Doctor back to the TARDIS.

Rose is crying. “Don’t let her cry,” the Doctor tries to tell Jack, “tell her I’ll be alright.” His words are incomprehensible.

He has to be, for Rose to smile again, for Jack to complain about this later rather than whisper to the Doctor now how he can’t leave them now.

He wouldn’t ever leave them, if it was up to him.

[angelst4re]

Hii! Okay, so I was thinking since Valentines Day is coming up it would be super cute if you could write a spicyy smut with Jamie and Y/n. Where she surprises him after he comes home from a long day at work :) 🖤

ahh happy valentine's day my loves!! i wanted to post a few spicy things tonight for the occasion, but when i got around to writing the fics something else possessed me and i don't feel happy with how they turned out... but i hope you enjoy!

Fuck it I love you- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

summary: in the request! :)

warnings: NSFW!! contains smut!! if that makes you uncomfortable then please don't read, my love <3

notes: i couldn't think of a title so yes. that's a lana reference. ALSO thoughts on the new layout?? i thought i should change it up again and i think this is kinda cute :)

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After a long day at work, you wanted to surprise Jamie when he returned home. Not only was it valentine’s day, but it was also your three year anniversary, so you wanted to make tonight extra special.

You had spent all day setting the bedroom up, some scented candles were dotted around the room, and you decided to be extra cliche and get some rose petals to scatter on the bed. You also bought him a couple gifts, but you knew to save them for later, because you knew that as soon as he got home and saw you in a new matching lingerie set there would only be one thing on his mind.

When you went out to buy the new set for tonight, you knew exactly what you were looking for, and as soon as you spotted the black and red bra and panty set you had to buy it. You hadn’t spoiled yourself to new lingerie in a while, but you knew that not only would you enjoy the set, Jamie was sure to fall speechless as soon as he saw it. But until then, it was covered up by your black satin robe.

When you heard his car pull up outside, your belly was flooded with butterflies. It was like your first date all over again.

“Happy anniversary, my love!” Jamie called out as he shut the front door behind him.

“And happy valentine’s day.” You added, smiling as you walked towards him, arms open to give him a tight hug.

He hugged you back, squeezing you as he lifted you from the ground, leaving you giggling and telling him to put you back down. That was when you spotted the red gift bags he had placed on the floor- but once again, they will be saved for later.

“Are you wearing anything under that, sweetheart?” Jamie chuckled, even blushing a little at the way most of your chest was exposed.

“Yes, of course,” you said,smiling innocently. “Would you like to see it?”

Jamie couldn’t help but grin as he nodded his head.

“Would you like to take it off for me?” You teased, looking up at him with seductive eyes.

“It would be my pleasure.” He said, his hands coming up to untie your robe.

He quickly noticed you had a new lingerie set on, and he gave you a look that you were so familiar with. He pushed the robe off your shoulders and it soon fell to the floor, leaving you in just the underwear.

“You’re so beautiful, you know.” He said, his eyes unable to leave your body.

“Maybe we should go upstairs, hm?” You suggested, a wicked smile creeping onto your face.

“After you, darling.”

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“Fuck! Oh my- Jamie, please, don’t stop!” You whimpered, your fingers tangling into his hair as his face was buried between your thighs, your panties pushed to the side as he ate you out.

His fingers plunged in and out of you as his tongue danced circles around your clit, sending nothing but white hot pleasure through your veins. Your head was thrown back and your eyes were screwed shut, the only words that left your mouth were profanities and your boyfriend's name.

“You gonna cum for me again, hm? I can do this all night, baby.” He said, his head resting against your inner thigh as he looked up at you, he could feel himself grow harder in his trousers and it only became more painful as you looked down into his eyes. Your pupils were so blown out with lust, and tears that had escaped your eyes had caused your makeup to run. You were such a mess, and he loved to see you like that knowing it was him that made you feel that way. “Answer me.”

“Yes, please, I’m so close, I- Ohh fuck!” You thrashed around on the mattress, your back arching as you felt yourself get closer to the edge, so close to your high you could practically taste it.

“That’s it darling,” he cooed, he moved his free hand so his thumb could rub harsh circles onto your clit, “once more on my fingers then I’ll give you my cock, okay?”

As your third orgasm washed over you, you bit down on to your lip so hard you could taste copper, you dug your nails into Jamie’s shoulders, leaving crescent shapes on his skin, your legs trembled and shook around him, and you were a panting, babbling mess.

“That’s it,” he praised, beginning to take off what remained of his clothes, “you did so well for me, my clever angel.”

As your back laid flat against the mattress, no longer arched in the air as you came down from your high, he slipped his hands underneath you and flipped the two of you over. He half-laid half-sat on the bed, against the headboard, with you on his lap, lying against his chest. He looked down at you, so blissed out by all the pleasure he had given you, all without even fucking you yet.

“Darling, are you tired?” He asked gently, wiping away the makeup that had ran down your face, although it just seemed to have smudged it more, “we can stop now if you’d like? I’ll clean you up and-”

“No. I can take it.” You protested, pushing yourself up from his chest so you could see his face, “fuck me.”

After you said that, he didn’t question you further. He reached between your bodies and took his cock in his hand, lining it up with you and beginning to fill you up. You winced at the overstimulation as you felt him stretching you open, but once he was buried inside you, you let out a breathy moan and collapsed back onto his chest.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding your warm body against his as he began to move his hips, you could’ve swore he was going deeper with each thrust.

“I love you,” he whispered in your ear before kissing your forehead, and you began moving your hips with him.

“Fuck- I love you too.” You gasped, still feeling very sensitive.

“C’mon darling, you said you could take my cock.” He teased. Although you couldn’t see it, you definitely knew he had a smirk plastered on his face.

“I can!” You cried, trying to prove a point. You pushed back from him once more and began bouncing on his length at your own pace, although it was getting slower and slower as the exhaustion took over your body.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He pouted, pulling you back to him so you were lying on his chest, “let me take over, okay?”

After a nod of your head, he began to pound into you relentlessly. You gasped as your walls clenched around him, the sensitivity was being replaced by pleasure once more, and as your core began to pulse you felt his cock twitch inside you.

“Is this okay, darling?” He asked, his hands coming down to your hips where he traced circles on your skin with his thumb, as if to soothe you.

“Yes.” You panted, burying your head in the crook of his neck.

“I can feel you, y’know. I know you’re getting close again, love. Just hold on a little longer.”

You nodded your head again, a little slower this time as all your attention was drawn to the way he was fucking you. The pace was so rough and unforgiving, but the way he held you was so intimate and loving.

Your brain began to cloud over again as the knot in your stomach was ready to snap at any second, you just needed the…

“Now.” He instructed you, “cum for me, all over my cock, sweetheart. I’m getting close, cum for me and I’ll fill you up, nice and full with my- Mmm fuck!” He groaned as your cunt pulsed around him, your fourth orgasm washing over you, and it was all he needed to come undone too.

He held you closer to him, digging his fingers into your soft flesh as he spilled inside of you, coating your walls with the warm seed.

His body relaxed, his head thrown back as he caught his breath. You looked up at him and saw his hair had fallen over his eyes, slightly damp and sticking to his forehead.

Neither of you said a word,and you didn’t need to. You just held each other in your arms, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms, still not feeling like you were completely back to reality.

“I’ve got you some gifts, by the way.” Jamie finally spoke, breaking the silence. “But we can save them for tomorrow if you just want to go to sleep, sweetheart.”

“But I’ve got you some gifts too,” you say with a lazy smile as you rolled off your boyfriend's chest and onto the bed beside him, “give me five minutes.” You said before your eyes fell shut, and you soon drifted into sleep.

Jamie chuckled, taking in your beauty as you slept- even with your mascara stained cheeks and messy hair you were still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He went into the bathroom and grabbed a cloth before returning to clean up the mess between your thighs. He didn’t dress you, for the fear of waking you up, so he just pulled the covers over you and left you to sleep, before returning with a glass of water and joining you on the bed, falling asleep by your side.

[bookishgirl21]

CHAPTER 1

10 years later

Runa sits at the dining table , well if you can still call it that. Cauldrons filled with potions, bubbling over the lips of the cauldrons, staining the table. All sorts of herbs and animal bones scattered across, blood of animals and creatures in jars for later uses. The witch, Helga stands by the stove, stirring a cauldron filled with hearts of swans and blood of does, her thin grey hair in a braid down her hobbled back. A love potion in the making for a lady madly in love with a duke who sees her as a friend.

“Don't just sit there child! Chop up the rose petals and soak them in the swan blood.” scolds Helga, her voice irritated. Runa gives a mock bow, her red hair falling in front of her face “Oh of course your royal witchyness, I shall get to chopping right away. Forgive me for just sitting and not doing anything.” the witch huffs, continuing her stirring. Runa takes the jar of rose petals and takes out ten big petals and begins chopping them into small pieces, dumping them into a bowl of swan blood. As the witch turns off the flame, she takes out a strainer and a bowl, using her magic to take the liquid inside and run it through the strainer. The hearts thumping onto the strainer and the blood into the bowl, she takes the bowl over to the table and places it in front of Runa “strain out the rose petals and place them in the bowl, while I get the bottle.” the witch turns and leaves the kitchen.

Runa strains out the petals, throwing them into the bowl, giving it a little stir as Helga walks back in, holding a potion bottle with the label saying “LOVE POTION”. Helga uncorks the bottle, placing a funnel in the opening, taking the blood mixture and throwing it into the bottle. She fills the bottle , putting the cork back in place, giving it a shake and the liquid inside turning a sparkling pink.

“There we go. All done, Runa takes the potion to the lady and collect the gold, remember -""Yes I know, twenty gold pieces. I do know the pricing after ten years” Helga huffs but gives Runa a soft smile. “I should turn you into a toad for interrupting me but, I do need you to do drops off for me” Runa grins “Another day of not being turned into a toad, why I must be lucky” she picks up the potion carefully placing it into her cross shoulder bag. The witch sits down and opens her recipe book “I do need you to pick up a few things for me at the market”

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A few things turned out to be a whole lot of things. Runa reads off the list. She got some of the things, now looking for a dragon's scale. Where does one find that? She could ask someone but they'd ask questions, questions she couldn't answer. Runa looks around at the different stalls, none having what she needs, she sighs, realising she has to go to the black market. She starts her trek to the bad side of town, she hates it there. The smells, the people, just everything about the black market.

As she gets to the black market, she's glad she doesn't have to travel far. The first stall had dragons scale, she makes the purchase and makes her way out as quick as she can. She reaches the good side of town again, slowing her walk, stopping by a bakery to grab their famous sugar glazed donuts. As she reaches the middle of the town she sees the guards dragging a screaming child on the ground, a woman faintly crying behind her. “Have you people not learned yet!” says the Guard loud enough for all those close enough to hear and continues “No children are to be born without the blessing of the king! Do you see the mark of the blessed on this boy?! “ the Guard tugs the boy's hair, showing his clean brow. 

Mark of the blessed, Runa scoffs to herself. The king's way of population control, five years ago the town was heavily over populated, so the king decided firstly on an execution, he executed five hundred people, mostly thieves and non working men and women, and came out with a law all babies that are born must be presented to him, to decide if the baby lives or dies. He claims to be able to see their future, and those with a more valuable future to him live and get the  mark of the blessed on their forehead. A black crow. Those with no value to him die.

The guard holds the boy’s head back and cuts his throat. Dropping the body to bleed out, a soft murmur goes through the crowd as the Guard steps back, cleaning his dagger and placing it back in its sheath. The crowd continues with what they were doing before, the Guard leaves the body where it is and walks away. Runa cant stand the sight anymore and starts walking back to the cottage.

On her walk back Runa finds herself at the old battlefields, she always finds herself here when she wants some peace and quiet.  She sits on an old stump, looking out at the field, it was beautiful despite what has happened here. She never knew why she likes it here so much but has stopped asking herself that. The winds pick up, blowing her long braid in her face, she closes her eyes, tilting her face up, enjoying the sun on her light skin. She stays there for a while enjoying the sun before getting and continuing to the cottage to give the witch her items.

Runa enters the cottage, which is oddly quiet, she calls out to the witch but only silence  greats her. “Helga!” she shouts again. silence , Runa walks around the cottage looking for the witch, when she doesn't find her inside, she goes to the garden. When she walks out into the garden, she finds Helga not alone… she's sitting with the king himself and his personal Guard.