#i don’t care if it would’ve taken too long i just wish it happened

[moethh]

I WISH LES MIS 1978 INCLUDED THE GORBEAU HOUSE SIDEPLOT I WISH MARIUS COULD GO TALK TO PERKINSVERT AND BE SILLY I WISH PERKINSVERT COULD BURN HIS COAT FROM TH STOVE AND GET MAD AT IT EVEN THOUGH HE WAS LITERALLY THE ONE STANDING TOO CLOSE I WISH PERKINSVERT COULD GIVE TWO(why two?!?!!) PISTOLS TO MARIUS AND GO “bang! a pistol shot.” I WISH PERKINSVERT COULD GO “would you like my hat? :]” TO THENARDIER I WISH PERKINSVERT COULD GO “don’t shoot! you’ll miss ;]” AND THEN THENARDIER MISSES I WISH PERKINSVERT COULD SAY TO MME THENARDIER “i have claws like a woman >:3” I WISH PERKINSVERT COULD BE ANGRY AFTER REALIZING VALJEAN ESCAPED EVEN AFTER HE JUST ARRESTED A LITERAL GANG I WISH PERKINSVERT COULD GO “LITERALLY WHERE IS THAT GUY(Marius)?!?!??!” AND GO AROUND LOOKING FOR HIM I W

[dollarbils]

but baby, i | b.e.

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. your ex girlfriend, billie, can’t resist calling you a week after you’d broken up.

warnings. angst, fluff, suggestive

masterlist

‘if you go, i’m going too’

a sigh of relief was heard on the other end of the phone when you’d pressed the green button, spilling out a hesitant ‘hello’ as you held the phone up to your ear. There was no response however, lighting up a flame of irritation in you.

“Who is this?” was the next thing that fell from your lips, laced with hostility.

“baby,” it was quiet, soft and inviting. Emotions from the previous couple months all encompassed into the term of endearment.

“billie?” your voice softened at the realisation of who it was.

“deleted my number already have you?” she teased, but it didn’t make you smile, not in this moment.

“billie, what happened? are you okay?” the questions tumbled out in an attempt to comprehend the reason for her call. it had been a week since you’d broken up, and hearing her voice felt like you’d been taken back to last Friday.

“yeah no, nothing happened, i’m fine. i just..” she trailed off, gathering the courage to speak, or the bravery to do the right thing, and hang up. but she was weak, and so were you.

“yeah?” it was a plea for her to continue. a beg for her to speak the words you couldn’t.

“i miss you baby.” your eyes drifted shut, a flush rising to your cheeks.

“billie, this isn’t a good idea.” it was the truth neither of you wanted to hear.

“i don’t care.” she whined, desperation clear in her words.

“billie don’t say that.” she let out a sigh of frustration at your words.

“i know you missed me too, this week has been the shittiest week you could imagine.” and suddenly you found yourself drifting into your usual conversation, like you would’ve a week ago.

“i’m sorry bils, how can i help?” it was a stupid question and you’d realised soon enough. all of this would eventually lead you back to her.

“you know how.” it was a confession in itself, revealing what she hoped to get from this call.

“tell me. whatever you need, i’ll do it.” you couldn’t reject her, not now, not ever. she had been everything for you, and she still was.

“come over, please.” her request was simple but it meant so much.

“are you sure?” her answer would decide your future, because it was clear what would happen if you complied with her wish.

“i need you.” those three words were deadly, they represented so many things all at once. they could be interpreted as multiple meanings.

“fuck,” it was a sigh of submission, giving in to her. and everything you’d previously given up. “i’ll be there in ten.”

‘cause it was always you’

the silence that followed the knock on her door, was deafening. leaving too much space for you to fall into the pit of doubt, that was still very much prominent. when the door finally opened, she stood in front of you, her perfect eyes attaching themselves to yours. then she smiled, engulfing you in a gentle hug, holding you as if you might break.

“billie.” it pulled her out of her state of daydreaming, grounding her with the realisation that this didn’t mean the beginning of a new chapter.

“i’m so sorry.” the apology was long overdue, but when she closed the door behind you, inviting you back in, none of that mattered.

“i know, but i need your promise, that we’ll be okay this time. i can’t go through breaking up with you again. i won’t survive it this time.” your throat closed up, signalling you to stop talking before your feelings spill out of your eyes, in front of her.

“of course angel, i understand. i’ll give you whatever you need.” she held your face in her hands, confirming her words at the slight rub of her thumb, over your cheeks.

“i need your devotion, your love.”

“but baby, i..” she paused for a second, pondering on wether her next words were ones she’d later regret. but she soon brushed the doubt away, releasing herself from its constraints, confessing her truth. “i’ll love you ‘til the day that i die.”

when she brought her lips to yours they were warm, inviting. they connected and moulded together as your bodies inched closer.

‘and if i’m turning blue, please don’t save me’

the heat from her breath, warming the patches of skin tainted by her tongue, as she ran it across your naked body. her lips attached to yours nipples, and then your clit. devoting herself to your pleasure. expressing her love for your body.

‘nothing left to lose, without my baby.’

and when your mind lost itself in her affection, focusing on her tongue buried deep inside you hole, you felt connected. birds of a feather destined to reach for each other in times of difficulty. destined to end up in each others’ embrace in times of despair.

‘we should stick together.’

[lizardaggro]

on the flip side (twst bully!au) part 4

sorry this didn't get out sooner; my sleep issues are really upset (might be daylight savings?) and i spent most of the past few days feeling like a zombie. i'm better now though! it's also a bit shorter than i'd like, but i didn't want to leave you guys hanging. also two fics? in one day?? crazy!

part 1 part 2 part 3 genre: gn reader, angst trigger warnings: bullying, yandere has officially escalated word count: 897

“Child of man,” Malleus said. Even his voice felt suffocating. ��Lilia has informed me that some… pests have been bothering you as of late.” He must mean the others. Did he really not know? Well, you supposed it wasn’t too farfetched, since he didn’t have any friends and everyone was afraid of him, especially after his Overblot. “You need only have let me know and I would have… taken care of them. But worry not. You’ll be safe here, where no one would dare to harm you.”

Oh no. Oh no no no. It was finally happening. Malleus had lost his mind. It felt a little nice, you’d admit, knowing that at least one person still cared for you. But that didn’t mean you could accept being trapped here for who knows how long. You still had to take care of Grim and attend classes. Not to mention you hated feeling trapped.

You knew you couldn’t count on anyone to save you. Lilia was the only one who might be able to make him see reason, but he seemed to be fully complicit in the matter. The dorm leaders might be somewhat capable if they worked together, but they’d have no motive for that, other than to torment you further.

Getting angry and yelling wouldn’t solve anything here. You had to be smart about it. “Tsunotarou, I can’t stay here. You know that,” you reasoned. “I have responsibilities to take care of. Besides, wouldn’t you grow tired of me? Everyone else did, after all.” You surprised yourself with how true your sentiments were. Maybe you harbored more negative feelings about all of this than you’d realized.

Naturally you were pissed that everyone turned on you, but you’d never really stopped to think about how lonely you’d been. Even your professors would hardly give you the time of day. You didn’t even know what you possibly could’ve done to set them off. Grim and the ghosts were the only ones whose attitudes never changed; but it wasn’t the same.

Malleus was pouting; there was simply no other way to describe the look on his face. “Surely you don’t mean that; not after everything they’ve done,” he quipped. Was he serious? In what way did he think you’d enjoy being trapped inside one tiny room for who knows how long?

“Yes. I do. And I don’t appreciate you taking away my freedom like this. If you really cared about me, you’d respect my wishes.” You hoped appealing to his emotions would work, no, you needed it to work. If it didn’t, you weren’t sure how long your sanity would last.

“I do care about you, Child of Man,” he objected. “Can’t you see that’s why I’m doing this? It isn’t safe out there. You’ll get hurt by those vile beings you once called friends.” He spat out that last word, like they were undeserving of the title. You didn’t know how to feel about that.

There was one thing you did know, however: this man was delusional. He’d gone paranoid with worries for your safety, even though he knew nothing just hours ago and was fine. He’d always been a little possessive, you’d noticed, but you’d brushed it off as him being afraid of losing his one and only friend. Now this? This was a whole new level.

Ah, but then you remembered. Malleus knew about most of the bullying, but not all of it. You doubted Lilia would’ve tattled on his own dorm members. You smiled, catching him off guard. “But am I any safer in here? I bet you don’t know, after all. You don’t know how Sebek would beat me in the halls, how Silver watches me everywhere I go. It’s creepy; I don’t like it. And I’m sure Lilia didn’t tell you how he tries to poison me with his cooking,” you listed calmly, as if you were having an ordinary conversation.

“They WHAT?!” Malleus shouted. “LILIA! SILVER! SEBEK! GET OVER HERE THIS INSTANT!” You flinched; he was usually so calm, you didn’t expect him to suddenly yell like that. It was good that he believed you, not that you were lying. You didn’t have a backup plan.

As the unfortunate trio entered the room, you made your way over to the door. You thought you’d managed to slip out unnoticed, but Lilia shot you a wink. Did that mean he’d keep his mouth shut about your escape? You could only hope.

You ran through the halls, Malleus’s shouting covering up the sounds of your footfalls. You knew this place like the back of your hand, so you weren’t at risk of getting lost. The only question was how long the lecture would last. If you were lucky, Lilia would buy you some time, but you wouldn’t count on it.

And then, at last, you were safe, on the other side of the portal. You were totally winded, after having had the run of your life. Everything seemed great, but then you heard a voice.

“Oya? What do we have here? What were you doing in Diasomnia, prefect?” Jade asked with a definitely fake smile like he didn’t know exactly what you were doing in Diasomnia. Oh, great. Azul was with him too. How… lovely. Staying with Malleus was starting to sound like it wasn’t so bad after all. No, nevermind. It was definitely worse.

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[yourheart-inmyhands]

YOU HAVE A CAT?! ME TOO?!

She hates me tho :(

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Zhongli, Neuvillette and Dottore

With a fox!darling that is always with animals and isn't social at all due to heavy torture in her past and they discover it? 💀

Man I'm in need of some gore rn 💀💀

- Weird anon ✨

i'm so sorry but i just couldn't write neuvillette for this prompt, he's too precious DX

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including being held against will, delusional behaviors, torture, breaking of bones, and other potential topics. Please Read At Your Own Risk!

Yandere!Zhongli sympathizes with you, and since it’s clear that the animals bring you comfort, he allows you to keep a couple when he moves you in with him. He even goes the extra mile and builds a special enclosure so they’ll be just as content as you are, even if you aren’t receptive to his love yet. 

When he finds out about your past, which is inevitable with how overbearing he can be and how good he is at finding out things from the locals, it almost hurts his heart a little. But the more sickening side of him is thrilled because now he knows exactly how to get to you, exactly how to make you his perfect little spouse.

Whether it’s be reintroducing trauma through breaking bones, locking you in a cold, damp room with no lights for hours on end, or even things that border on torture, he’ll use it against you so long as it won’t entirely ruin you. While he wants you compliant to his whims and wishes, he doesn’t want you to be a shell, it would’ve been a waste of his time to break you to that point;

Zhongli would never stop as low as hurting your animal friends, but if need be he could certainly find ways to turn them against you. It’s almost amusing to him, the way you care so much for creatures who you’ll outlive. How you care so much for creatures who don’t even really know you, funny.

The sickening crunch of bone echoes through the room as Zhongli stands over you, the heel of his shoe digging into the freshly crushed bones in your leg. The makeshift gag, a towel from the kitchen, dug into the sides of your mouth as it muffled your screams and cries. The Geo Archon almost feels bad for using his strength in such a brutal manner, but it would all be worth it, at least that was how he justified it to himself. It wasn’t about the now, but rather what now would soon be bringing him. By breaking you down bit by bit, sending you spiraling back into some of the worst moments of your life, he could slowly rebuild your shattered pieces how he saw fit. What use was a puzzle if the pieces weren’t in the correct order, right?

Yandere!Dottore is sick, sick, twisted, and absolutely disgusting. If he wasn’t the cause of your original trauma, you could surely bet he’d be the driving force behind re-traumatizing you. 

Whether he chooses to reenact every step, or to simply do something far worse than what had previously done it all dependent on how he feels that day. Some days will be so similar to your past that you’ll truly feel like you were back there, all those years ago. Other days are so awful it almost makes what happened in your past seem insignificant as if that were a stone among boulders resting on the ocean floor. 

Dottore does think it’s funny though, using it as both amusement and research opportunities. It wasn’t often that animals such as yourself came across his table, so of course he’d taken the prime subject as soon as he’d laid eyes on you.

In his lab, you aren’t seen as anything but a thing that exists only for Dottore’s own gain. If you’re lucky one of his more sympathetic clones might take pity on you and actually give you a day to rest when he’s out of the Palace, but they’re expected to keep up the same treatment he inflicts in his absence.

It was almost sickening to the segments as the watched the fox-human endure soul shaking torture day in and day out. Everything from injections to straight up live surgery to see how much pain the body could take whilst awake had occurred on the cold, steel table. They were often left to clean up the mess, expected to stitch you up, administer antidotes to anything too harmful that had been administered today, and even sometimes bathe you due to the mess that had occurred. You’d been fed little since you arrived, given water only when necessary for your survival, and hadn’t seen sunlight in days- or months maybe? With the sickening way time seemed to pass, you couldn’t tell how long you’d been here. Your only reprieve would be when the doctor left for something more pressing, leaving you in the care of his segments that only sometimes took pity on you. Some seemed to hold a little more humanity than others.

[miheartsedthings]

All The Lovers in the Night

“Smells like rain.” 

Billy glances from the movie he’s watching to where you’re leaning on the window sill, your nose nearly pressed against the screen. 

“Hm?”

It’s cool out, early spring. 

“Rain,” you say again, “C’mere.” 

Graduation was months ago, and since then you and Billy spend as much time as possible together. Now, you’re at his place while his dad is away on a business trip. Susan doesn’t stand in the way of you being together, as long as you all have some idea of which friends Max is hanging out with. She’s with Lucas and the others, so you and Billy have the house to yourselves and you’ve taken up in the living room. 

You’re on your knees in front of the window beside the TV, transfixed by the little green yard and the trees just beyond. All settled under graying clouds. Billy comes to stand beside you. 

“Smells like…” he pauses, leaning down and closing his eyes. He’s been so at ease since his dad left. Since his ribs healed and the nightmares lessened. So much more thoughtful. More like his true self than he ever would’ve been before. 

“Kinda like ocean.” He says as he looks out. He’s smiling but only with his eyes. 

“Yeah,” you say, taking another big inhale. “Wet dirt, and like…” another breath “the way it smells on foggy mornings, ya know?” 

He nods. He sits down on the hardwood, one knee bent as he reclines on the opposite arm. 

“You’re missing your movie,” you say. 

His eyes are far away, looking out into the sky. 

“It used to be quiet in our house when it stormed,” he says. “My grandma lived with us and she used to make me and my mom huddle up in the living room and pray until it passed. Normally, my dad bitched about everything that woman said, but…when it stormed, something came over him, too. Everything would just get mellow and we’d sit there…damn. I forgot about that.” 

A cool, damp breeze rolls over you, and slowly a shush drums up from the ground as the rain starts to fall. Quietly at first, and then louder, filling the air with scattered water and the sour smell of soil. Billy loops an arm around your waist and pulls you into his lap. He tucks his face into your neck and kisses the chilled skin before returning his eyes to the window. You settle into him, closing yourself into the warmth of his arms. 

“There’s so much I wish I could change about what happened to you.” 

Your words feel thin. Maybe they’ll slip right out the window and be trampled by the rain. Broken through like butterfly wings. 

“I know,” he says “I know what you'd do for me if you could.” 

His arms tighten around you, somehow bringing you closer to his chest. You know the words are meant to be comforting, but they make you feel powerless. You sit there drowning in all the nothing you can do to fix the things he suffered with. Before you know it, you’ve sniffled, and he turns you to face him with a hand under your chin. 

“Hey,” he says, his face tightening into a stern glare. “You don’t get to be mad at yourself about shit you can’t change. Remember we made that rule?” You nod, but it only makes it worse that he cares so much. “Keep being a crybaby you’re gonna get yourself in trouble.” 

A laugh bursts out of you, regardless of your tears. He’s able to make you laugh whenever he wants, it’s like some weird superpower he has. He smiles a little and kisses you, letting his lips linger. 

“Don’t worry,” he says. “You can’t have more regrets than me and shit…I’m here.” 

You’re flooded with more words, more sentiment than you’d ever burden one person with. It’s too much. So you kiss him again and try to telegraph it all through the dense space between your internal self and his. You try to send him healing and care. Compassion beyond description. Forgivenesses not yours to give. All of it. Everything. 

For a moment, when he’s filling you, you think he feels it. By some miracle of the body and the sound of rain, he finally feels how much you love him. You’re so happy you could die. 

Artist Credit: Cécile Berrubé

[cyarikaplease]

clean up your mess

dom!din djarin x f!reader

summary: when you fall asleep and disobey din’s orders, he comes up with a unique punishment

Din’s been gone for ages now, off tracking down a bounty on this random Outer Rim planet. He landed the Razor Crest in a barren field, leaving you here with the ramp locked and telling you “Don’t open it until I’m back”. You’ll do as you’re told. You’re almost always a good girl for him. 

You entertain yourself as best as you can, thinking about what Din’s doing right now. Your mind drifts off to thoughts of him effortlessly restraining the bounty… Or his big, strong arms wrapping around the guy’s neck… Or his gloved hands grasping his blaster… Or-

Maker, you’ve got it bad. And now there’s a warm, tingling feeling brewing between your legs. It would be so easy… so convenient to just touch yourself to the thought of him. But you’re a good girl and you never touch yourself without his permission. All you can do is sit here and wait. 

You flop down on the cot, staring at the ceiling and wishing he was back already. You don’t know how long he’s been gone exactly but one thing is certain— he’s been gone too long. 

The beep of the comlink on the shelf snaps you from your thoughts. You roll off the cot and grab it, bringing it to your ear and pretending Din’s here whispering in the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine… 

“Cyar’ika? I’m on my way back. Be a good girl and be ready waiting for me, okay?” his low, raspy voice says through the comlink.

You press the button to respond and say, “Of course, sir. See you soon,” before complying with his request. You know exactly what he means by “be ready and waiting for me”. He wants you naked and waiting for him on the cot. Which is an easy request. If you do exactly as you’re told he’ll be sure to take care of you real good when he’s back. 

You strip your clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor, and lie down on the cot, the excitement fluttering in your stomach. You stare up at the ceiling, anxiously awaiting his return. You’ve been waiting so long… so long that you’re starting to feel tired. You should wake up before he gets back, right?

Wrong. 

Din’s towering form over you wakes you up. His hands are resting on his hips and his visor is fixed on you and your naked form. 

“What do we have here?” he tuts, cocking his helmet to the side. 

Your eyes widen at the realization of what you’ve done. You sit up, looking up at Din whose stance is not changing. You know what’s about to happen. You’re about to get punished. 

He lets out a sigh and says, “What happened to being a good girl?”

“I’m… I’m sorry, sir,” you apologize. 

“Well, that’s a start,” he sighs, “But you need to be punished.”

“I know, sir,” you admit. 

He leaves the bunk and walks over to a crate in the storage area, sitting down with a wide stance. You glance over at the bounty who’s frozen in carbonite before shifting your eyes to his thick thighs. But also… his dirty boots. 

“I’ve had such a long day,” he sighs. 

You get up and follow him, standing before him with your eyes fixed on his boots. He follows your line of sight and an idea pops into his head. 

“Be a good girl and clean my boots,” he commands. 

You head to a cabinet, searching for a rag and a canteen of water. You dampen it and walk back over to Din, kneeling on the cold metal floor before his boots. Following instructions you scrub his boots clean of all the dirt and grime. And the whole time you’re doing that, he’s degrading you, telling you how disappointed he is. 

“Shame you couldn’t follow instructions,” he says. 

You meet his visor, your eyes pleading with him for any turn of affection or praise. 

“I would’ve taken such good care of you,” he continues. 

“Din, please,” you whine. 

“Try that again,” he says sternly. 

“Please, sir.”

“Please, sir, what?”

“Please, sir. I can’t take it anymore. I need you,” you whine again. 

You pull the rag away from his left boot and move to the right one. His visor follows you, watching as you meticulously clean his boot. Just as the right boot is finally clean, he brings his hands to the edge of his helmet, lifting it off his head and setting it on the floor beside him. He leans forward and spits on the toe of the book you just cleaned. 

Your mouth falls open and he doesn’t stop there. He grabs your chin, angles your face up towards his, and spits into your mouth. He closes your mouth and leans back against the wall, enjoying the bewildered look in your eyes. 

“What?” he says, lips curling into a smirk.

“Please, sir. I need something,” you whine, eyes moving back down to his boot. 

“Ride my boot,” he commands. 

“What? I-”

“I think you mean yes, sir,” he says. 

“Y-yes, sir,” you breathe out, inching forward to straddle his boot. 

You lower your cunt against the leather of his boot, feeling your wetness slip and slide against it. You rest your hands on top of his thigh, gripping the beskar armor as you pleasure yourself. He’s looking down at you with a devilish grin while you hump his boot. You’re desperate, aching for any kind of relief no matter how he lets you have it. 

“Poor girl. So desperate that you’ll take my boot. Isn’t that right?”

He cups your cheek, stroking your skin with his thumb. Your eyes plead with his, begging for more. His gaze softens and his smirk falls just a bit, taking pity on you and how deliriously horny you are. 

“Give me one orgasm and maybe I’ll think about giving you my cock.”

“Really?” 

He chuckles when your eyes light up. 

“Show me you deserve it,” he says, tilting his head to the side. 

You rock your hips back and forth, rubbing your soaking wet cunt against his boot. With each movement of your hips, your clit gets stimulated just right and you’re sent closer to the edge. 

“You can do it, mesh’la. Soak my boot.”

The leather pushes up against your clit once more and you’re seeing stars. Your cunt clenches around nothing, aching to be filled. You feel your release soak his boot and your inner thighs. A mangled moan escapes your lips and your head is thrown back in pleasure. He marvels every moment of watching you like this; watching you make a mess of yourself on his boot of all things. 

“Good girl,” he praises, leaning forward and pressing a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss against your lips. He removes his hand from your face to pull his already hard cock out of his flight suit. You look at it with wide eyes, taking note of the way it springs free and falls against his stomach. The pre-cum is gathered at the tip, oozing from his foreskin and threatening to slide down his shaft. 

“C-Can I ride it now?” you ask, looking up at him and hoping he’ll say yes. 

“You’ve earned it,” he says. 

You eagerly rise from the floor and move to straddle him, resting your knees on the crate. You sink down onto his cock, sighing at the feeling of finally being full. You stay still for a moment, reveling in the feeling but he’s impatient. He wants to see you bounce on his cock like a good girl. He slaps your ass and says, “Get to work,” before bringing both of his hands to your waist. 

You do as you’re told, bouncing and grinding on his cock. Tears spring in the corners of your eyes as his cock hits the deepest angles inside you. His hands move from his waist to your breasts, caressing the soft skin before taking your nipples in between his fingertips. You let out a sharp gasp and bounce on his cock even harder, anxious to cum from his cock this time. He leans forward away from the wall, leaving wet, sloppy kisses on your chest, nipping and biting at the sensitive skin. Your moans and cries become incessant as you get closer to the edge, so close to relief but still out of each. 

“Cum on my cock, mesh’la,” he says between kisses and bites. You tangle your hands in his hair, tugging on his locks as you’re finally sent over the edge. Your moans and whimpers fill the small storage area of the Crest. He pinches your nipples harder as you cum, intensifying your release. Your walls flutter and pulse around him, eliciting a deep moan from his lips. He lets out a string of curse words in Mando’a that you don’t understand as his arms wrap around your body, pulling you into him as he cums. 

You rest against him, both of you panting and coming down from your respective highs. You pull back and look him in the eye, his pupils blown wide, his eyes filled with so much love for you, his good girl. 

“Are you going to disobey my orders again?” he asks, complete with a raised eyebrow and a suggestive smirk. 

“No, sir,” you say. 

“That’s my good girl,” he says, pulling you back into his chest and rubbing your back. 

His good girl you’ll always be… But you do have to act up sometimes… 

[astral-mariner]

Exclusive Homeworld Lost Preview

A preview from a later section of my fic (Part 1 of 12 posted here)! This chapter from Part 9 gives a lot of the flavor of some of the relationships in Homeworld Lost without too many spoilers. It contains a rather surprising Cui/Raditz sex scene with many narrative and character moments.

A little context: This is the first chapter of Part 9. At the end of Part 8, Vegeta and Raditz had an extremely bitter fight. Vegeta vowed that Raditz would eventually die by his hand. Part 9 catches up with the characters a couple years of space travel after this fight has taken place. We get an impression of how their relationship has been in the meantime. Raditz is in his late 20s here, and Vegeta is right around 20 (Earth years). Cui, envious of Freeza's "favoritism" of the saiyans, has spent years tormenting Raditz with the aim of humiliating Vegeta.

Rating: Explicit (sexual content and dark themes)

Relationships: Cui/Raditz & Vegeta/Raditz

Content Warnings and Tags: angst, references to alcoholism/addiction, abusive relationships, jealousy, sadism/masochism, humiliation, degradation, slut shaming, anal fingering, ass-to-mouth

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Part 9: Between the Stars

Chapter 1: Marks

“I don’t remember giving you this one.”

I reached for my discarded bodysuit as Cui’s fingers traced the outline of a dark bruise at the center of my chest.

“Hm, was it Vegeta who did that to you?” he asked. He applied a bit of pressure. “Looks like it still hurts…”

I slipped my shirt on so the mark couldn’t draw his attention anymore. “Just training,” I answered.

“Does he know where you are right now?” He brushed a stray lock of hair away from my face and smoothed it against the tousled mess his play had left. “Does he know about us?”

Turning away, I stood up from the hired bed. “He doesn’t care if I live or die. But he’d kill you if he knew.”

Cui chuckled to himself. “That doesn’t sound like he doesn’t care.”

“You should leave the station. I know you’ve got another planet to clean up before Sytrus. We’ll be here a little longer.” I retrieved my boots and scouter from the corner of the small room. “He really will kill you if he finds out you’re here.”

He pointed at the scouter. “Read my power level.”

I did. Roughly equal to Vegeta’s, but Cui didn’t need to know this. The prince had made considerable progress since Arcos in spite of everything. Though I hadn’t been able to catch Zarbon unaccompanied, he’d delivered Vegeta back to our quarters himself after I’d woken up alone in the medical wing. He would’ve seen evidence on his scouter if something had gone awry with Vegeta’s energy, and he may have investigated without my prompting. I could only pray that this had happened, and I couldn’t dare ask the prince to contradict it. Whatever the case, when Vegeta joined us, answering our looks with well-versed silence, he was as strong as he’d ever been.

“See?” Cui scoffed. “Last I saw the little saiyan prince in the flesh, his power level was under one thousand. Even if he’s recovered from his…accident by now, there’s no way he’s anywhere close to me.”

“Still.” Now I reached for my armor.

Cui caught hold of my arm before I could pull it over my head. “No,” he said. “The boots and scouter—leave them. You want to stay for a while.”

In truth, I did not. Cui’s crew received cleansing assignments from Zarbon and Dodoria, and there was a small chance I might hear something of their travels or whereabouts. Cui himself could believe whatever he wished about why I’d sought his company. “Not too long, though,” I told him, setting the armor back down against the wall. “You know I’ll be punished.”

“Mm, but you like to be punished, don’t you?” Scaled arms encircled my waist, the gesture almost familiar and saiyan. Cui had learned much despite the infrequency of our trysts. With my suit now protecting my bare chest from his, I could almost forget that cold clamminess against my skin. “Were all of your kind like that, or is it just you?” he asked.

“Couldn’t tell you.”

“But you don’t deny it.” He nudged me back towards the bed till I sat.

Instead of towering over him, now I looked up into his face.

“And neither does your body. How that…thing”—he grimaced—“between your legs swells after pain has left you weak, and I’ve stretched you too far…”

I shivered, and my stomach turned. “Don’t see what you get out of it.”

“I suppose there isn’t a physical component for me like there is for you.” He grasped my chin and tilted my head back so my mouth could receive his. “But surely you saiyans understand the pleasure of finding your enemy’s weakness?” Now that slimy tongue forced my lips apart, slithered between my teeth to taste me from the inside.

“Thought we had an arrangement,” I got out.

“I stopped paying you years ago.” Small, serrated fangs scraped my lower lip. “You and I aren’t enemies anymore, no. You come because you’re lonely.” He let go of my chin only to tangle his hands in my hair, cradling and caressing me as he kissed me again. “Must be dreadful to be a creature that needs someone else… So lonely that you’ll do anything, tell me anything.”

I pulled my legs up onto the bed and backed away, putting some distance between us. “Vegeta would’ve never been your enemy if you hadn’t…”

“No.” He crawled into the bed after me. “I did what I did because he was my enemy already. Lording over all of us, stealing Lord Freeza’s attention… He never did anything to deserve his rank. Just another one of you disgusting monkeys.” Cui’s hand strayed down my chest and abdomen, then between my thighs. He licked his lips when he found me half-hard. “How wretched. No matter how strong you can be on the battlefield, you lower lifeforms languish without such base things as this. Don’t know what Freeza sees in you.”

“W-what makes you think Freeza’s attention is something to be desired?”

“As stupid as you are vulgar.” His fingers crept beneath my waistband so he could tease and toy with me. Bending and rolling me between his thumb and forefinger while I was still soft enough for it. “I’m sure you’ve never actually listened to your superiors. If you did, you’d know that the Planet Trade will make this galaxy a different place. Maybe it doesn’t matter to you, since you’re the last of your kind, and your lifespans are so short. But Lord Freeza will rid the universe of vermin like you. He’ll sell planets to those more worthy. In the end, only people like him and myself will remain, and then I will be prince of an empire greater than any monkey could imagine.”

My hand joined his, and though he could overpower me easily, I moved to still it. “It’s less that I haven’t listened and more that you’re just hearing what you want to hear, Cui.” Our fingers intertwined. “If he tortured you, you wouldn’t want to be Freeza’s favorite anymore—fuck—!”

Retaliating, he’d pinched that most sensitive spot under the head of my cock so sharply that I was certain he’d drawn blood, torn the delicate skin. “Lord Freeza does you a kindness”—soothing with light touches that did little more than draw more attention to the echoing pain—“with how you creatures crave to be destroyed. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“If you really want to be Freeza’s favorite,” I answered when I could, “then I hope he notices you. Truly—anything you want. Vegeta and I never meant to deny you anything.”

A nibble at my neck, the sting acute enough to detract from that between my legs, but gentle enough to send a shiver down my spine that was almost pleasant. “You’re always so thoughtful after you get what you want.”

When Cui’s fist circled me to stroke properly, I knew I’d found my chance. “We…I can see you again… If you tell me where Zarbon’s sending you. You aren’t meeting with him, are you? Know it’s dangerous—but I’ll do it. For you.”

“Mm.” He pulled me free from my leggings. “I’ll consider it.”

Obliging him, I removed the shirt I’d used to hide my scars and bruises from his view. Tracing them while his eyes followed, my fingers whispered across my chest till my fur bristled and my nipples stood erect. I met his gaze as I took up rubbing them, tugging and pressing them for him to watch while my cock hardened in his hand.

“I might tell you if you’re good,” Cui purred. “Now tell me something. Does Vegeta do this for you too after he hurts you?”

I arched my neck for him as he leaned in to suck at a conspicuous row of four purple marks. “No,” I answered. “I’m not what he wants.”

“Such a pity…” He stroked a little faster, tightened his grip just enough. How closely he’d observed that first time, forcing me to pleasure myself lest I subject myself to something more painful and humiliating.

“He never touches me like this.”

“Because he imagines himself better than you?” He paused to spread the wetness weeping from my tip over the head of my cock, thumbing firmly and leaving my toes and tail curling at the overstimulation. “But I know the truth. He’s just as filthy of an animal as you are.” Stroking me again while he spoke softly next to my ear. “A simple, battered creature that’s known nothing but suffering as long as it’s drawn breath. Even before your planet was destroyed.”

He kissed me, long and, if I didn’t know better, tenderly. “That night long ago now… When nothing I did brought a single tear to your eye…even after you were screaming and bleeding and begging me to stop. After I grew tired of it, and I held you to my chest, only then did you break down and tell me all about what that wicked lady did to you.”

“Cui…don’t.”

“But you’re not struggling, Raditz.” Another kiss. “You love to suffer now. A beast whose lowly appetites were never fed anything but misery, and you’ve learned to survive on it. Tell me I’m wrong.”

But he gave me no chance to reply. Instead, his free hand seized my jaw, and he shoved two fingers through my lips and to the back of my throat till I gagged and spat up onto my chin.

“Don’t bite—you said you’d be good.” He pressed down hard on my tongue, massaging, making my stomach turn and my mouth water involuntarily. “Yes, I am meeting with Zarbon, actually, so you’ll have to be very careful indeed.”

Once he withdrew, he let go of my cock to tug on my waistband. Then he ordered, “Pull these down and spread your legs.”

I did.

“Such a well-trained monkey.” The pads of those two slicked fingers pressed and swirled around my puckered hole like the flat of an unnaturally cool tongue. “Look at you—so loose and ready for me no matter what you say. Even after everything I’ve done to you. Raped you, beaten you, shamed and disgraced you for all of the Planet Trade to witness. Still you beg to see me. Risk your life.”

My breath hitched as he nudged his fingers inside me. Deftly, he curled them upwards and pushed against my sweet spot rhythmically while his other hand returned to work my cock. “Where, though, Cui? Please…”

He ignored me. “So lonely… Ever since you came back from Fuenghi. Sad looks, long sighs. Your prince is a man now, isn’t he? And you’ve loved him longer than that. Because he hurts you like no one ever has. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“Don’t—don’t want to think about him. Just you.” I rolled my hips into his caresses, curled my tail around his wrist.

“Very good.” He rewarded me by rightly fucking me with his fingers, hitting that spot behind my balls again and again till my muscles quivered and clenched, and whimpers escaped unbidden from my mouth.

Unaffected by my unraveling, he continued evenly, “There’s another famous pleasure house along the route to Sytrus. You know how Zarbon likes to collect his slaves. Visit me there. There will be enough depravity going on that no one will notice a little more.”

I bit my lip to contain a moan and nodded. I’d gotten what I needed; Cui could think that he’d won, and it wouldn’t matter. I let my eyes roll back, and instead of Cui, I slipped and imagined Vegeta fucking me, those narrow, strong hands around my neck instead of my own broad ones.

“So filthy—won’t even reach your release without strangling yourself like he does,” Cui muttered. “Broken little slut of a monkey. You like hearing what you are, don’t you? A desperate, whimpering whore who loves to be abused.”

My hands flew to clutch the bed beneath me, and I gasped sharply as Cui fucked me hard through the first spasms of coming. Blood rushing back to my face and air to my lungs, I floated above my body, weightless and high. I couldn’t hear or cringe at the pathetic sounds he wrung from me till it was too late, and it was already over, and I was shivering and groaning while he continued to fuck me mercilessly despite freeing my cock from his grasp.

He chuckled darkly to himself after he withdrew. “I’m not even one of you, but I know I do it better than Vegeta ever would. All he knows how to do is kill them. He doesn’t listen to you like I do. And he doesn’t touch you like I do either. So you say.” He leaned over me and pressed his hand to my lips, fingers wet and scented with my own come. “Clean me up,” he demanded.

Mindlessly, I licked him clean, swallowed myself down. I already felt my heart sinking. I shouldn’t have come so hard by his hand, hearing such venomous lies.

“Now the other.”

A different scent. I cringed away automatically.

“Oh? You don’t like this?”

Perhaps he didn’t understand. To him, each part of my body he had condescended to touch was no different than the other. Primitive organs of elimination.

His amphibious face didn’t often contort into expressions I recognized outright, but the one he wore now I couldn’t mistake for anything but malicious glee. “I haven’t given you my actual schedule, you know. If you aren’t good, I’ll have no reason to give it to you. So lonesome without me…”

I gritted my teeth and bit back every fuck you that rose to my lips. Maybe he knew, and he just didn’t care. Either way, I had no choice. The prince’s life could depend on it, my warning Zarbon. Holding my breath, I opened my mouth and sucked on his fingers till he was satisfied.

“See? Even the mighty saiyan can be tamed.” He took me in his arms then, and he ran those wretched fingers through my hair. “Here, Raditz, I’ll hold you as long as you need. Anything you want, you can tell me. I’ll show you the coordinates, and you can comfort yourself that you’ll see me again soon.”

In spite of everything, the tingling caresses along my scalp did help to distract me, and I let them. As long as I saw Zarbon, I wouldn’t have to see Cui again.

A scouter’s alert. The brief flash of green light told me it was mine.

“You were very good. I’ll get it for you,” Cui said. He stood and retrieved it, then offered it to me without bothering to look into whatever had appeared in the glass.

I didn’t look closely either. It didn’t matter. It was the perfect excuse. “I have to go,” I told Cui.

“Will you miss me?”

“I’ll come to see you,” I lied as I fixed my clothes, got up, and shuffled into my boots and armor. My heart pounded in my throat, and that familiar emptiness widened within me. It always happened after I spent such time with Cui; even he had noticed, always probing my weaknesses, and he would stay to soothe me if only to catch whatever more of myself I spilled.

“I’ve grown fond of you, I admit.” he said before I could escape into the corridor. “I will miss you.”

“Fucking gods,” I cursed once the door had shut, and I was alone. I hurried for a decontamination chamber. Vegeta would have no mercy for me if was already back at our rented rooms, and I hadn’t yet washed, and he found out what I’d done.

I paid the meager sum, stepped inside, and tried not to inhale the harsh chemicals before they were sucked out into space. I only checked my scouter’s alert once I’d already left and made it halfway across the station.

It was from Nappa. Cui is aboard the station. The prince is looking for you, it read simply.

“Fucking gods,” I cursed again. I prayed that I’d reach the rooms before he did, and I hastened to ensure it.

And by the grace of those same gods I frequently cursed, only Nappa was there when I arrived. “I saw your message,” I told him between breaths. “I don’t know about Cui. I didn’t see him. I just went for a drink and took my scouter off.”

“You really shouldn’t drink as much as you do,” he admonished after staring me down. I had never given him many reasons to trust me.

“I know. It’s just…”

“Difficult,” he finished for me.

“Yes, it’s just so fucking hard.” I removed the scouter from my face, folded it, and tossed it into an open compartment. “Why is everything so fucking hard?”

Nappa shook his head. Only then did I notice the half-empty container of dark liquid in front of him. “I have more dreams when I drink,” he said.

I sat down beside him, nudged the container away. “You’d better hide that. Vegeta won’t like it.”

Another solemn nod.

“I’m going to get myself out of this armor. Wash up. Take care of yourself, Nappa.” I squeezed his shoulder before I turned and left him. He’d never spoken much, but he spoke even less after we left Arcos and those seasons of torture behind.

I couldn’t say how long I spent scrubbing Cui’s ichthyian mucus out of my skin, how many times I rinsed out my mouth. But the crash of shattered glass against a wall snapped me out of it. I stepped out of the washroom and stumbled to find new clothes while Vegeta’s low threats loomed closer.

“Where is Raditz?”  he snarled.

A pause.

“He’s here?”

Another silent pause.

I pressed my bare back against the cold wall, hoping it could bear my weight if my knees could not.

“Get out. And don’t dare bring anything back with you but your scouter and the suit you’re wearing.”

Nappa must not have moved after I’d left, and the crash I’d heard had an easy explanation.

A moment later, the click of a door broke the rhythm of pacing boots. More pacing, then it stopped after growing louder, nearer the sleeping quarters I’d shut myself in.

Hesitating.

I kept my eyes shut, my back pressed to the wall.

A click, then more steps. So close now that I could feel his presence, hear the nearly imperceptible hiss of breath through parted teeth. Then the whispered warmth of its ghost whisked against my chest. He stood just in front of me, and I had nowhere to run.

I looked at him.

Our gazes, however, did not meet. Vegeta’s ran over my body. Scars and marks he recognized, new ones and old. Though some of them he did not recognize, and these he lingered on.

“Vegeta, I—”

He smothered whatever I had to say into a kiss. Hard, each gloved hand clutching my face between them, as he, in all his strength, pinned me against the wall. Bruising, desperate. When he broke away only to pant open-mouthed over my lips, we tasted our scents mingled rich between us.

“Listen—” he began, but he couldn’t stand to continue, and he sank into another kiss instead. A muffled groan hummed behind his lips as he dragged his hands from my face down my naked chest. If only he didn’t insist on wearing those damned gloves.

“Listen,” he began again, and this time, he didn’t try to keep himself from kissing me. Rather, he leaned into my neck, and between words, he gave in and brushed his lips and tongue against my pulse. “You—you belong to me. Hear me? You…are mine.”

“I’m yours,” I answered without a second thought. My knees went weak as if he’d captured my tail and wrung it in his ruthless grip.

“Mine.” Though even as he uttered this, he pulled himself back from me. Whatever anger I’d dreaded before, yet missed, he wore now.

“I—”

“Dress yourself, take your scouter, and get out.”

“Please…”

“You heard me. Leave, and don’t come back until you’ve been called.”

“But I have to—”

“Leave. Now.”

I could do nothing but rush to find my boots, then the clean shirt I’d laid out. I didn’t have time to take the armor.

“And don’t you fucking dare forget what I told you.”

“I-I won’t,” I promised before I obeyed and left him.

[reikaryu]

“ come back, please ”

— a kim mingyu x fem!reader one-shot ! you think your fiancé is cheating on you.

GENRE. angst (fluff ending), established relationship

WARNING(S). mentions of infidelity, miscommunication

WORD COUNT. 2.2k words

A/N. I actually hate this but I’ve got to keep my activity up <3

It’s been more than a week since you talked to Mingyu. You come home late every night due to work and see him already sleeping peacefully on your shared bed, cuddling a pillow which you assume was there in place of you. Every morning, he wakes up an hour earlier than you and has already left by the time you get out of bed.

The two of you are at that point in life where work would bother you every single day, yet you can’t stop just yet. You are, and have been, engaged for close to a year already, and you would’ve thought that your monthly savings of half your pay — as well as Mingyu’s — would suffice for your wedding and the aftermath of it, but you still continue. You know very well you’re doing this only because you’re paranoid, but as for the man you’ve been in love with since high school …

Unfortunately, you haven’t really had the time to talk. A week prior to the current one, all of your conversations with Mingyu consisted of basic caring questions from fiancé to fiancée and one word replies; maybe the occasional kiss to the lips or warm hug you had grown used to.

You had every right to assume he was seeing another woman.

As much as you don’t want to, it is a possibility — and one that you can’t get out of your head. You refuse to believe the little voice pestering you to pack up and leave. You can’t. You need him, and maybe that little voice was lying all along, and in reality, Mingyu needs you, too. He told you that every time you had petty little arguments, no matter if it was you or him apologising first.

You’re sitting on your couch, alas having emailed your boss for a half day at work. You were let off rather easily, seeing as you’re one of the more loyal employees amongst people of your age, who tend to change jobs every few months for the ‘experience’.

It is six o’clock in the evening. You’re expecting the beep of your digital door to sound, as it does whenever the pin entered in was correct and the door was unlocked. And as the door opens, it is revealed that your fiancé has come home from work.

The scene happens exactly as you wished it to. You wait patiently as Mingyu enters the door code and walks into the house with his suit jacket hung over his left shoulder. You notice that he’s holding a few bags in his right hand and walk over to him swiftly to set him free of their weight.

He mutters a quiet ‘thank you’ and once his shoes as well as tie were off, he pulled you into a hug. You stay that way, encased in his arms, for a minute, before he tilts your head up to catch you in a sweet kiss — one that was more passionate than any other in the past month or so. But you feel odd.

“Are you sick?” Mingyu tenderly questions, stroking your hair as a force of habit. “You’re not usually home this early.” I’m tired and I want to find out whether you’ve been bringing another woman into this house whenever I’m not around.

The words get stuck in your throat as the little devil on your shoulder took over you for a split second. You compose yourself quickly and reply, “I wanted to see you. It’s been a long time since we got to spend time with each other.” Not a lie — never a lie. You will yourself to believe it was truer than what your little devil was so insistent on standing by.

Your fiancé chuckles, and you realise how much you’ve missed him. Not just his laugh that was music to your ears, but his comforting presence, his warm smile and the saccharine pecks he would leave on every surface of your body he could reach.

Mingyu kisses you once more, then proceeds to say a little guiltily, “I’m gonna take a shower. You may have taken one already, but the door’s always open if you want to join.” He squeezes your shoulders and you leave a peck on his palm when you manage to grasp it for a second.

This is what your love with him is. Hugs, soft words and many, many kisses. You want it back.

But when your fiancé comes home the next day with a woman all drunk and wasted after you made the effort to come home earlier than usual, everything you hoped for came crashing down.

He shoots you an apologetic smile as he lays the woman down on the couch, ensuring that she was comfortable. Your heart clenches as you remember the infinite number of times he had done that to you before.

You retreat into your shared bedroom, unable to stand the sight any longer.

Once the woman is settled, Mingyu comes brisk-walking into the room, immediately on his knees to apologise for the sudden guest.

“Seokmin invited her and she got too drunk and I was the only one sober enough to drive a car but she fell asleep the moment I buckled her in and I couldn’t wake her up and I didn’t know her address so I brought her here instead and I— I’m so sorry, I should have asked—”

You cut him off with a finger to his lips, and his eyes widen just a little bit in shock.

You’re mad. And Mingyu is being so caring to a woman you don’t even recognise and have never heard of before. You are fully aware that you’re feeling jealous and overprotective about the most trivial thing ever, but you just can’t help it.

In your defence, he had gotten jealous a whole lot of times when you were dating, too.

“It’s alright,” you whisper warmly to him, despite your true emotions. You can tell that Mingyu’s confused by the way you responded. He knew you would be upset by his actions; he was so sure you would rage out on him for bringing a woman into your shared home.

In disbelief, your fiancé changes his position so that his hands are holding yours. He’s much closer now. “No, it’s not alright,” he says with worry, confident that other emotions lingered behind that undoubtedly fake smile. “Sweetheart, what’s the matter? You never hide anything from me—”

“How would you know I’m hiding something?” you remark, supposedly in a teasing tone, trying to set aside the doubts you have about Mingyu’s infidelity. “Don’t worry so much, love.”

You know he doesn’t believe you one bit now. His brows narrow. “You’re lying—”

“Then what do you want me to say, Gyu?” You don’t normally use his nickname anymore. It was always terms of endearment — until now, at least.

You stand from your place at the edge of the bed, now towering over Mingyu’s kneeling frame. He looks up at you with confusion. You want to slap his handsome face so badly, but you can’t bring yourself to hit him when you aren’t entirely sure he was seeing someone else.

Tears start to build in your eyes, threatening to spill at one blink. You will yourself not to. “It’s almost been a year since you proposed to me, and you’ve gone well over the amount we planned to save for the wedding,” you begin explaining in a strained voice that was likely going to break any time now. “I don’t see the amount of your savings increasing anymore — ever since three months ago. And three months ago, you began ‘going to work’ earlier, when we would always go together.”

Mingyu had been standing since you finished your first sentence, waiting for a moment to explain his actions that were obviously misinterpreted. But you don’t let him cut off your train of thought. You have so much that you need to say and get off your back.

“Kissing is normal in our relationship, but nowadays I don’t feel any emotion in your kisses. Your hugs are still as comforting as they always were, but I can’t help but wonder if I’m the only one on the receiving end of them.” Your voice breaks at the last bit, and right after that, a tear falls from your eye. A single tear, which rolls down your cheeks and drops silently to the carpeted bedroom floor.

Mingyu wants to pull you into his embrace and tell you ‘it’s okay’, but he’s the culprit now. He is the subject of the infidelity you were suggesting. He knows it doesn’t work that way. He can’t bring himself to say anything.

You take that as a sign of guilt. Maybe whatever you’re saying is true?

“We didn’t talk for a week, Mingyu,” you somehow manage to form coherent words, what with the increasing need to fall to the ground and let your tears flow uncontrollably. “And I’ve seen multiple women’s contacts flashing across your screen consistently, one more frequent than the others.”

At this statement, your fiancé’s hands are immediately on your upper arms, eyes searching yours for something. He looks frantic. “Sweetheart, it’s not what you think …” he trails off, toeing the line hesitantly, waiting for your signal to continue.

When you don’t say a single word or move an inch, he says, “I’ve had my doubts, too. I know you come home late because of work — you always do — but you never wake me up when you come home. You used to prod me everywhere whenever I fell asleep before you came home.”

You don’t seem like you’re going to say anything.

“I’ve been … saving up more than we’d planned, only because I wanted to surprise you. You’ve talked about getting cats ever since I could remember, but your parents never let you. The cats are supposed to arrive soon, but … Why have you been staying out so much on the weekends? You normally work from nine to one.”

Your breath hitches at the revelation. You don’t know how to reply to him. You realise you were both in the wrong. “Your parents are in town, and they have been for— for the past two months.” You raise your hand to wrap your fingers around his forearm, grounding him before he breaks down like you did.

Mingyu’s relationship with his parents is not favourable in the least. They neglected him even though he was their only child; compared him to others who were “much better than him” and “on a totally different level” than him. He managed to get rid of them when he moved to a new place during high school, where he met you. He hadn’t seen them since.

“They want to restart.” Your words are careful as you deliver them. He has been through so much with his parents that he never thought of seeing them again.

Mingyu shook and lowered his head. It was his turn to allow tears to flow down his cheeks. “I can’t,” he whispers in a broken voice — one that makes you flinch just a little. It’s been years since you heard this version of his voice.

“Where did we go wrong?” he pleads, desperate to fix the problems he doesn’t even know exist.

You reach out your free hand to wipe his tear stains away with your thumb, then you caress his cheeks for the first time in weeks. “This is normal,” you whisper, alas realising everything at once. The two of you lacked communication due to work. Then you interpreted everything wrongly and started overthinking because you think you’re drifting apart.

“It’s okay now. I understand you, and I know you understand me, too,” you mutter, leaning in to rest your forehead on his shoulder. His hands find themselves positioned on your waist, where they would always be when the both of you were hugging. “You don’t need to know why it all happened just yet. I figured it out, but you can do that later. I want to fix things now.”

You sniffed, the result of your crying earlier. “Come back, please. I want to act as if we’re teenagers again, without a care in the world. I want the undying love we promised each other under that starry night sky. I want the old you to come back. Clumsy, immature Gyu.”

Mingyu, surprisingly, laughs a little at your last statement. “I’m sure you don’t mean that,” he says in a quiet voice, still recovering from the unbelievable words that came out of your mouth previously.

“It was much better than whatever this is anyway.” He tries to suppress a hurt expression but fails miserably. You catch it before it disappears and add, “Don’t get me wrong. I love being engaged to you.”

His entire face lights up at your reassurance and you swear his previously tear-stained cheeks dried from the brightness.

As if nothing had happened and you two didn’t ever fall apart somewhere, Mingyu brings you in for a kiss. One that had all the emotion and feeling you were looking for. One that spoke all the unspoken words from the both of you. One that stitched your thread of love back together like a simple, tiny needle.

It was so easy to get back together, to finally understand the other point of view.

You worry about what would happen when one of you really starts to lose interest.

But for now, you’ll bask in the moment and enjoy your time with your lover, your fiancé and your best friend.

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I can't find the art, but I saw Batstarion round like a jelly donut and wrote about it. You're welcome? SFW.

“Darling…help…”

Agnetha hurried as fast as she could in her condition (seven months along) to where she heard her husband in his bat form in his home studio. “Love, I’ll be right there!” When she entered the studio, she let out a small scream.

“I think…I overdid it…perhaps made…a terrible mistake…”

“Astarion!” She shrieked and picked him up gently in her hands. “What the—”

“You see,” he squeaked. That almost sounded like a moan. Oh dear. “I found some fat little mice and decided to take care of that rodent problem. Normally, it wouldn’t be so bad, but I…well, forgot I’m in this form. Hence, this.”

Her mouth moved for several seconds but no words escaped her. Then she nearly shouted, “How the fuck do you forget you’re a bat? How? How does that happen? That’s like if I forgot I’m pregnant. Astarion, you mad man!” She laughed and kissed his cute little head. Awww, his little ears are twitching. “You mad, mad man.”

“If I am mad, madam, I am mad about you.” He teased and doing a little bat smirk. Awwww he’s so cute I wanna squish him. Oh wait, nope. Don’t do that. “Ha! Now, I wonder what I will happen if I change back…”

She raised an eyebrow. “That is an interesting question. Do you want me to bring you to our room, put you on the bed, and then you do it?”

“Yes…let’s try, darling.”

After she placed him on his side of their bed, he changed back to his elf form---hair disheveled, expression soft, and beckoning her to lay down with him. “I think there might’ve been more mice than I thought, because I am quite full.”

It took a moment, but I am laying down…and don’t want to get up again for a bit. One of her hands reached for his and squeezed. “You didn’t have to kill the mice. I could’ve gotten poison or something—” You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to eat vermin anymore. I made sure you don’t, because I love you, and once our baby is born, you can feed from me again instead of beef and pork blood from the butcher.

He let go of her hand and put a finger to her lips. “Shh. It was my choice, darling. It makes it easier, especially for you. One less thing for you to deal with.” His hand traveled down to her belly. “You need to rest.” His gaze softened further (I can’t say no to his face. I can’t. I’m sorry but I can’t.) as he scooched closer to her. “Let’s stay here a while, sweetness. Let’s stay right here, and I’ll watch over you both. How does that sound?”

Why do I always blush so much when he uses his soft voice on me? WHY?!?!?!? I just…can’t say no to him. She closed her eyes, feeling more tired than she originally thought. “Yeah, sounds good, love. You rest too, okay?” He works long hours. He’s taken on more at home in the past month or so. He’s not getting my blood, so he’s not as satisfied as he normally is, not as sharp, and I wish I could just give him what he needs—

He chuckled. “Even without tadpoles, I can hear you thinking, darling.”

She opened an eye and pouted.

“What is going on in that pretty head of yours?”

Opening her other eye, she sighed. “I feel like if I was still feeding you then you wouldn’t have gone after the mice.” It’s stupid. It’s so stupid. But I can’t help but feel awful.

He let out an annoyed huff. “Did you not hear me earlier? I said it was easier to have me drain them dry than having you get someone in here to take care of them or getting poison or whatever you would’ve done.” His gaze went towards her swollen belly. “I made that choice. It wasn’t being forced on me, my love.”

“I know.” She reached for his chin and tilted it up so she could look at him properly. He’s so beautiful. I still can’t believe he loves me. Wants to be with me. He could’ve had anyone, and he chose me. “I love you.” She laid a hand over his. I love you. I love you. I love you.

“I love you too, my darling girl. Rest now…” Upon seeing his wife try and fail to stifle a yawn, he laughed softly and rubbed her growing belly. “My poor little butter bun.”

“Sorry love,” her brown eyes fluttered closed as she exhaled. “Now that I’m in bed I feel so tired all of a sudden…” Probably because I’m literally growing a dhampir inside me. “Probably” doing a lot of work there, Agi.

He hummed, his hand on her belly now squeezing her fingers gently. “It’s alright, sweetness. Just rest. I’ll be here when you wake—”

Say it.

“I’ll always be here, my love.”

Me too, Star…I’ll find a way…I will…You’ll never be alone…

[charlessmiths-wife]

SO

I’ve realised that my accounts display is highly RDR2 centric, specifically Charles - yet I haven’t made any posts in any way pertaining to either of them! And they’re my greatest loves!

So without ANY FURTHER ADO I present a few of my nearest and dearest headcanons for the gang (most of them are probably incredibly basic… also so biased to my big three of Arthur/charles/sadie)

CW!!!!!! mentions of violence

Under the cut if you’re interested!

-> Arthur has a small barely noticeable scar on his neck, just below where his beard finishes. He tells everyone he simply got it one day when he accidentally nicked himself whilst shaving - only John and Hosea know the truth. He got it when a member of an enemy gang held a knife to his neck too hard once, threatening him. It didn’t go on long enough to cause any lasting damage. Suffice to say Hosea took care of things before it reached that point.

-> Throughout his whole life, Arthur struggled to differentiate the kinds of love he felt. He loved Mary and Eliza, I truly believe it was romantically, in Mary’s case and he was aware of this, though there’s less to go off of with Eliza - but in terms of his relationship with members of the gang, that’s slightly more difficult. He knows he loves John like a brother, Dutch and Hosea like a father, and Sadie like a sister. His love for Charles is… different to all those, very much so less familial. But he died before ever figuring out what it was.

-> Charles and Sadie visit his grave every year. John also does, but not with them, he prefers to go alone.

-> After Arthur dies, Abigail tries so hard to get John to open up. He never really does. The closest he gets to doing so is when he kills Micah.

-> Sadie never EVER forgets Jake, as much as I would love to be a sadigail truther (and I truly believe there’s certainly a lil fruit in Sadie’s punch if you get me) Sadie never finds the connection she had with him anywhere else.

-> I’ve already touched on Charthur, whilst I certainly think the possibility of feelings developing was right there, I don’t think it could ever have materialised within the time frame of RDR2

-> in some hypothetical and beautiful universe in which Arthur lived, it takes years for Arthur to realise his feelings - even more so to actually act on them.

-> that is, if he chose to act on them. Something tells me Arthur would stay silent, and opt to let Charles make the first move if he wished.

-> When Arthur got sick, Sadie actually silently believed he would get better. Somewhere deep down she knew that was likely impossible - but she wanted to believe it wouldn’t happen again, she wanted to believe someone she cared for wouldn’t be taken from her for another time. It was easier for her to believe than accept reality at times.

-> John also believed silently he would get better, the gang had always pulled through, no matter what - it was hard for him to comprehend Arthur might not be around anymore.

-> out of the three of them, Charles was the only one who I believe truly accepted Arthur’s fate before it happened.

-> I think Dutch did care for John and Arthur, and the whole gang at a point. But Dutch, in my opinion, has an innate desire (more than anything) to feel in control and protect himself and his leadership. A combination of the death of Hosea and the manipulation of Micah (as well as Dutch’s own personal desires and characteristics) are what I believe led to his care for the gang dissolving into care for only himself.

-> not rlly a headcannon, more of an opinion - but Javier gets too much hate. He chose to stand against John and Arthur, but in my opinion, this seems understandable if you look at it from his perspective? His loyalty lay with Dutch because Dutch, in his mind, SAVED him. He gave him family, support, food, and, well - life, for want of another word.

-> I firmly believe that, if Shaun was still alive, he would’ve done the exact same thing as Javi.

-> (coming from the most DIEHARD FAN so please recognise this is no hate) but sometimes I think Arthur gets well.. watered down too much as being presented as a good man who was living in unfortunate circumstances. And whilst I’d say this is largely true, at least on a good honour play through - I’d also say it’s largely true for many of the other members of the gang? Sadie, John, Abigail, Javier, Charles, Lenny… I’d say they’re just some of the examples of characters who would also fit such characterisation and deserve the same sympathy as Arthur

-> John was the BEST at playing cards back in camp, Arthur never knew how. It infuriated him.

-> “Goddamn bastard… fool at damn near everything else… but a goddamn wizard at poker…”

That’s all! Feel free to add any you have yourself in the comments :)

[gothsuguru]

i remember when jjk was more than just cheap shock value

no genuinely… and that’s something i really wanna talk about too in this ask i hope you don’t mind! 😭 i just have a lot to say…

i think in the beginning jjk truly did have genuine plot/story and there was MEANING in people’s words/actions and deaths would actually service the story/be impactful… like. a side character like riko/haibara who we only see in a few panels had SUCH an impact on a character like suguru and made him make choices that he believed would have been for the betterment of his loved ones. satoru’s OWN first death had impact on him bc it reminded him that he’s not infallible and he didn’t wanna take another chance at being hurt -> infinity being up 24/7. toji killing himself and dying again for the sake of his SON. i feel like after hidden inventory death was just… callous? and not in a good way that it services a story — it was just genuine shock value. i guess i could excuse nanami’s death to service the story but it’s like… he didn’t HAVE to die. and if he DID die, wouldn’t the mourning period for satoru be THAT much stronger? we just got a “damn that’s crazy” like ??? do you remember when yuji died and satoru sat down, closed his fist, raging & saying how he’d murder the higher ups? shoko saying that she hasn’t seen satoru be that emotional in a LONG time? like THAT was genuine anger/mourning bc someone satoru cared about DIED and it was on his conscious… you’d think that hearing about the death of his old friend/his student would send him into a mini spiral but no…? like i know gojo is used to this but he’s still HUMAN…

and again w the deaths/random plot as shock value i agree. it’s SO unnecessary. yuki/nobara/choso dying had no value. is higu dead? i forgot bc atp i just assume everyone is w the way this shit is going… like none of those deaths serviced the plot in ANY way??? just… shock value. and i get wanting to do shock value! it was used super well w riko and same w geto killing the village! but otherwise it’s like… what’s the point? same w the plot itself like… sometimes it doesn’t make sense…

and in terms of what’s happening w sukuna & gojo. i won’t spoil anything. but at least from what we’ve seen… i’m of the firm belief that gojo didn’t have to die/if he DID have to die then it should have turned into the six eyes theory/him reaching enlightenment! and also for sukuna as well… why does he seem weaker now and less scary 😭 like he was more frightening in yuji’s body in the beginning of jjk… same w the massacre in shibuya. THAT was terror. rn it’s not that scary. and also gege keeps sidelining yuji and it’s pissing me off… we JUST got yuji leveling up and now he’s pushed aside again 😭 i think gege forgets that this is yuji’s manga 😭 also don’t get me started on twin theory. it would’ve ate more than nephew/uncle i’m sorry i’m still hung up on that. also girl i’m still confused w kenjaku too 🤨 idk. i feel like gege genuinely started losing the plot both literally and figuratively… i think i would rather a big break and have him regroup/think about where he wants to take the story than what we have going on now but at the same time i respect/understand the fact that mangakas don’t get that luxury in the slightest… idk i just wish he knew how he wanted to take the ending of the story in the beginning bc at this point it just feels kinda :/ meh :/ which is sad bc jjk really was THAT bitch for me! still is but like… idk. the crown is tipping major rn is all………..

also remember how gege is always hating on gojo… i feel like it’s not a joke anymore and it’s kinda really upsetting me… just the way he’s taken things w his character/how other characters interact w him… idk. like the gojo we know is the gojo that gege presented to us in the beginning and it just seems like gege lost that along the way… the stuff he did to gojo was like not necessary and if it was, then there were better ways of going about it! and it seems like he’s forgotten about a lot of other characters………… like we’ve lost the plot. genuinely……..

sorry i keep adding on i just keep thinking of stuff but also… i care more about itafushi like more than anything. this story from the beginning has been ABOUT yuji AND megumi and their relationship. yuji ate sukuna’s finger and became a vessel willingly to SAVE megumi. yuji now is trying to SAVE megumi but i feel like gege doesn’t care? like we only got yuji seeing megumi for a split second… i feel like we should’ve gotten more info about megumi too! bc more than anything, this story is about itafushi wanting to save each other. gege just completely forgot about them and now that i think about it, i think that pisses me off the most 😭😭😭 like plot is LOST. fr.

[endiecutieo6]

-Gorebruary 2023!-

Week 4 (final week)

The final one! Other than the sketches, that is.

Day 22/pills: blood, substance abuse, descriptions of overdosing

Day 23/“smile for the camera!”: blood, mild body horror, bruises, descriptions of torture

Day 24/Rotting: Depictions of decay, blood, maggots

Day 25/old habits: Lots of blood, severe bruising, depictions of self harm, substance abuse

Day 26/breaking point: Blood, eye strain,

Day 27/forgotten: Trippy imagery, eye strain, themes of suicide

Day 28/ the end: mild blood, not really any gore bc I was tired lol

“He knew he should’ve said no, should’ve continued saying no, should’ve pushed that glass away and got the fuck out of there. He shouldn’t have given in, shouldn’t have taken a sip, shouldn’t have had more than one glass. God, he was such a fucking idiot-

He doesn’t know how he’d gotten to his room, where he got the bottle of wine, or why the fuck he had swallowed so many of those fucking “Happy” pills.

He had tried to move, but ended up falling to the floor, the world spinning around him and a horrific dread coming over him. He tried to speak, but his mouth just wouldn’t work, and he feared that if he forced himself, he’d throw up and choke on his own vomit.

Happy pills, fuckin “Happy” pills. Stupid things never worked, just made him tired and hollow. Why had he even brought the damn things to the manor? He had no intention of taking them, and they’d just been collecting dust for the past- past- really long fucking time!

Why did he take them? Why? Why was his memory so fuzzy? People did stupid shit while they were drunk, but guzzling a bottle of pills? Did he have a death wish? Did he- do this deliberately? Maybe- long time coming, really… he should’ve done this sooner…

Nothing hurt anymore. In fact, he felt fuzzy. He could hardly breathe, but that didn’t really bother him. He was warm and cozy, as if he’d tucked himself into bed. Everything was going black around him, but that was okay. He was tired anyway.

He wanted to sleep… he was so tired…

Guess those were pretty happy pills after all…”

PN: very mixed on this one. I don’t think it came out the way I intended it to. It’s pretty bland in comparison to the rest.

“A broken finger, two ripped-off nails, a half ripped off nail, a torn open ear, a possibly permanently fucked eye, and a lost tooth. He’d count the rope burns on his wrists, but that was rather minor in comparison to everything else.

He should’ve been more panicked, should’ve been begging for his life and spilling any kind of secrets he had, but those fucks must’ve punched the sense out of him, because he wasn’t saying a fucking word.

They were getting frustrated, and it dawned on him that he was probably going to die, or get sold off to somewhere. Maybe they’d tear him open alive? Maybe they’d chop off his fingers and force him to swallow them? Maybe they’d do something even worse, something so unspeakable. It wasn’t out of the question- In fact, it was pretty likely.

But, once the camera was shoved in his face, he still forced himself to grin. He could see their eyes narrow, and, as he was being dragged somewhere unknown by the hair, he found himself proud.”

PN: I have long forgotten what story this would’ve been for, if there even was one, just I do like how the image came out. I really do.

“Hungry.

He was so hungry.

He needed to find food.

He walked around, but he couldn’t find any food. Just fog and trees, not food.

He was hungry, he needed food.

He walked around again, ignoring the pain in his head. It hurt a lot, but he was too hungry to care.

Suddenly, he stepped on something soft.

Food?

He looked down.

No, just a… doll?

Why was a doll here? It didn’t look all that dirty. How did it get here? It didn’t belong here, somebody had to have put it here.

Maybe it smelled of them?

As he picked it up, he looked at his hand. How long had he been missing a finger? What happened to his thumb? How long had he been like this?

The doll felt soft in his hand, but it looked strange; stains where its eyes should be, and a mouth gaping open like it was screaming. Was it in pain? No, it was a doll, it couldn’t be in pain. It wasn’t alive.

Alive.

He looked down at his thumb, bone coated in dried blood.

Alive…

Something squelched, and the little white blur wiggled before vanishing. Something was crawling around in his eye socket. A maggot was in his eye, in his skin, and he… hadn’t noticed until now.

Suddenly, he felt like he was going to vomit, and he went to raise his other hand up to his lips, but nothing happened. He looked down at his other hand, but saw nothing below the elbow. It was a stump, a bloody stump. Based on the way blood had crustied to his skin, it had been that way for a while, and he hadn’t noticed until now.

In a sudden panic, he tried to press a finger to his lips. He specifically used the one that was still intact, that hadn’t rotted or looked like it was about to fall to pieces. But, when he tried, his finger only pressed against hard bone. He tried feeling around, desperation rising by the second, but it was all just bone. His lower face was just bone, and he hadn’t noticed until now.

He suddenly looked up, and he wanted to scream. This wasn’t normal, this couldn’t be normal. None of these obvious injuries had been noticeable until now. He should be in pain, writhing on the ground in agony. He should be throwing up, begging to god to make this all end. He couldn’t understand, he just couldn’t understand.

None of this made any sense! If none of these hurt, why did his head hurt?!

In the reflection of the doll's eyes, he saw the red, gooey mass on his head that was still pulsing, writhing in a way that wasn’t natural. It- it was his brain.

All of the sudden, everything clicked.

Everything went quiet, deadly quiet. Not even the sound of the branches brushing against each other as the breeze pushed through them. No birds, no animals, not even the sound of him breathing.

He was dead, but he also wasn’t. His body was decomposing, yet something was keeping his brain alive. He was a walking corpse.

A monster.

He didn’t know how it was still possible, or if he was just hallucinating it, but he could see a tear rolling down his cheek. And the doll just watched.”

PN: the story is better than the image. I do like how it came out, even with its small issues. It’s one of my favorites, especially the hair.

“To say I have any understanding of what’s going on would be the biggest lie I’ve ever told.

Ever since the incident with the “happy pills”, I’ve been acting reckless. I’ve found myself goading hunters into severe violence, provoking them until they snapped and hit me harder. I’ve been acting reckless towards myself; I haven’t been eating, I’ve been smoking more than 2 packs of cigarettes a day and I’ve been drinking again.

But, the absolute worst thing is that I can’t bring myself to care. I don’t care. I’m watching myself slowly wither away, practically putting a sign on my back that says “kill me”, and I couldn’t give less of a shit.

I think the term is suicidal ideation, but it might just be some old habits coming back. Either way, I don’t really care.”

PN: this one originally didn’t have a story but I made one last second because I didn’t like not putting my all into something. I think it made the image better! Another one of my favorite.

“I can hardly think.

For the past month, I’ve been having such horrific nightmares. I can’t even count how many times I’ve woken up screaming, phantom pains all over my body. Sometimes, I swear I can still feel them; barbed wire digging into my neck, pins in my arms, carvings in my back, and so much more. But, when I run to the mirror, desperately stripping my clothing to see my apparent wounds, nothing is there.

I’ve lost sleep, lost my appetite, lost my ability to think clearly, and I’m terrified that I’ve finally lost my mind.

I’ve had nightmares before, nightmares that I thought were the worst things I’ve ever experienced, but they pale in comparison. These are different; too real, too vivid, too consistent. Some even connect to each other, like a story, and I’m the main character.

I thought that only my sleep was going to be affected, that my nights would be full of terror, but at least my days would be spared.

Oh, how wrong I was.

I know I’m a very paranoid man, that my reality isn’t fully accurate to the truth, but I know something is watching me. Everywhere I go, I can feel eyes watching me. I hear clicking sounds, taps on the floor and scraps against the wood. I tried to comfort myself by saying it was just rats, but the scratches on my walls say otherwise. Whatever it is, it must be causing this. It wants to see me suffer, to see me miserable, and I wonder if I’ve seen them in my dreams. But, I can only remember flickering shadows, clawed hands and impossibly pale skin.

I haven’t told anyone what’s been happening to me, and I have no intention to do so. I know all too well that I’ll either be pumped full of so many medications it’ll melt my brain, or I’ll be locked up for the rest of my miserable life. I have to deal with this on my own.

I’m getting desperate. As I write this, I can hear it tapping again. It’s scraping the walls, clawing and giggling. Oh dear Christ, it’s giggling. I think I’m about to throw up, but I can’t seem to make a sound.

Whatever you are, I know you are reading this. Somehow, you can and I know you are, and I’m begging you to make this all end. I’m at my wits end, my breaking point, and I’m about to lose my mind. Make it all end, please, just make it stop. I promise I’ll do anything as long as you get out”

PN: The story is the only good part about this image. I was tired and was starting to reach my limit, which is why it’s so bad in comparison to the rest. Genuinely not my finest work.

“Whoever may read this letter.

As you may already know: my name is Freddy Riley.

I have nothing left but my deepest regrets.

I was certain I could make things right.

Even now, I can see the colors of her voice, I swear.”

PN: GHOST AND PALS REFERENCE! Yeah, the story is based off the beginning portion of Black & White, and the image itself is one of my favorites. I LOVE how it turned out. It’s so wonderful and actually did fairly well on Instagram. I really like this image.

PN: no story for this one! I think I had something planned but was tired and burnt out, so I just did that. The other character is the mascot for that years Gorebruary! I don’t have a name for her but I love her so much.

I’ll post the sketches at some point in October!

[automeris-io-moth]

Hi!

Could I request part three of Rescue, please ? I'm super interested in seeing what happens next !

Love your writing, btw!

Part one; part two

“I'm truly sorry,” said Other Hero, interrupting the established silence that settled upon the room. “I didn’t know you were taken, if I knew…if I knew I would’ve come for you before.”

Hero lifted up their gaze, the book they were reading left resting between their open pals, a soft smile adorning their face as they looked at the other, how they looked downwards and played with their fingers down on their lap, perhaps ashamed of their actions, perhaps taking the blame of the other’s capture.

Neither would do, thought Hero, as they cleared their throat to speak quieting Other Hero’s nervous ramblings.

“I know,” they began, voice calm as if trying to soothe the other’s worry “you don’t have to justify yourself, you would’ve come for me the second you knew, isn’t that right?”

Other Villain nodded exaggeratedly, looking straight in the other’s eyes.

Most of the life in the caves was spent on the floor, they came to realise really quick, it was in the beds, the cushions in place of couches, the tables and all the decorations at the height of the eyes of someone staying on the ground. Yet, there, sitting over a silk lined pillow, lifting their head until their neck hurt just to meet Hero’s eyes when they stood, Hero’s, they always had to look down to reach them and then...

Before they finished their thought, Hero plopped down in front of them, legs crossed.

“I missed you,” Hero murmured, joining their foreheads in the middle “I thought I would never see you again.”

Other Hero’s eyes opened in surprise by the sudden declaration, their hands flying to cup Hero’s face, pushing against the other’s forehead, wanting, wishing, to grab them harder, to pull them close and hold them tight, yet, they abstained, for a moment the day before Other Hero thought they would keep their relationship secrecy, Villain could use it against them.

But Villain was not there, so, they accepted the other’s affection for as long as it could last.

“I missed you too, Hero,” they answered “I was so scared, I thought I lost you.”

“But you came for me, I’m here, you found me,” Hero continued, burying their face in the crook of the other’s neck “Now you won’t leave me again, right? You'll stay with me."

After a moment of hesitation, Other Hero nodded.

*

Familiarity was a difficult thing to beat, and in the deep dark of the caves, interrupted only by the soft glow of the crystals, Other Hero knew themselves at a disadvantage.

Villain mover freely, never worried about tripping or falling or losing their way inside the maze they made for themselves, how would they when their own talons had dug those very walls into existence, they knew every single place and spot in their home when Other Hero, after two sunrises of searching, could not find the exit.

They were starting to get desperate.

"I told Hero I would give you your space" Villain called once, provoking a small skip of surprise to the other, previously unknowing of their presence "but I thought perhaps I would help."

Incredulous, Other Hero twisted their head to look at the monster, meeting assured golden eyes in the middle.

"Help me?"

"You don't like being disoriented, you don't like feeling trapped" the monster explained "I don't like it either, I can show you around."

"I don't want your help," Other Hero spat back, "I want you to let us go."

Villain hummed in acknowledgement, answering nothing in return. Fuming for the lack of response, the lack of care, Other Hero turned around, on their way to leave.

“Traitors are not well received with your people,” the monster said, still looking upfront.

“I’m not a traitor.”

"You might not be," Villain said, almost too softly "but Hero…"

"Hero is not..."

"If you leave with them, I shall never look for neither of you again, you'll be free of me and my kingdom, I'll do nothing to stop you. There's a map of the caves on my desk, in the studio of the library."

They took a step forward, twisting the hero around, lifting their head by their chin.

"But if you can't, you'll stay, as Hero has."

"I surely trust your honour and honesty," Other Hero bit back.

And after a careful bump of their heads, Villain left.

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Masterlist

Thank you so much! I hope you like it

[ambridge-autumn]

Author's Note: I have used a bit of artistic licence, changing the dates around here. Wednesday 8th May's description makes more sense within this story if it goes after Thursday 9th May 2024, so it's best to read Part 5 (Thursday) before Part 6 (Wednesday). I hope you enjoy reading it.

May in Ambridge - Part 5

Thursday 9th May 2024

There’s heartbreak in store for Chris, and suspicion is raised about recent events.

“Mr Carter, I’m afraid I have some bad news,” said the nurse, leading Chris into a side room, “Please, have a seat.”

Chris Carter sat down in an uncomfortable armchair, unable to look directly at the nurse. He focused on a spot behind her ear instead.

“As you know, your wife and your daughter were brought here after a house fire. I’m part of the team that has been looking after your little girl.

“Martha,” Chris said. There was a lump in his throat so large that he felt sick.

“Yes, Martha,” the nurse said, “A lovely name. Now, we’re not sure what happened, exactly… but we do believe Martha was in the house for some time after the fire broke out. She was found next door, at her aunt’s house - so we think someone tried to save her - but, when her aunt found her, she was very unwell.”

“No,” Chris whispered, knowing - and wishing desperately that he didn’t - where this was going. He wouldn’t have been taken into a side room if Martha was all right, would he? “Please don’t say it.” 

“Mr Carter. I’m really sorry. Martha was unconscious, and not breathing, when she was found. Her aunt took her to the paramedics as soon as she could, but Martha showed a number of signs of carbon monoxide poisoning, most likely due to smoke inhalation.”

Chris put his head in his hands. “Not my little girl,” he moaned, unable to think about what it meant, that one of Martha’s nurses was here, talking to him, instead of taking care of her.

But the nurse kept talking.

Little by little - because she gave him time to absorb what she was saying - she told Chris, “Martha was without oxygen for a long time… We don’t know how long she went without breathing… But it’s likely that she stopped breathing because there was too much carbon monoxide in her blood… and not enough oxygen. She would have felt very sleepy, Mr Carter. She wouldn’t have been scared… She would’ve just gone to sleep… and gradually stopped breathing.”

Chris dug his fingers into his scalp. “Don’t say it.” He knew the nurse had to tell him… but why did she have to tell him, when he already knew? Couldn’t he just stay in the moment before he heard the words, in the tiny bit of hope that Martha might be all right?

“I’m so sorry, Mr Carter. By the time she was in the care of the paramedics, Martha was too unwell to recover. They gave her oxygen, they tried to restart her heart, and they did their very best to revive her… but, in the ambulance… Martha died.”

“Martha died?” Chris repeated hollowly.

“Yes. Martha died.” If Chris had been able to look at her, he would have seen tears in her eyes. “I’m very sorry.”

Chris’ eyes were wide and dry. He stared at the wall, remembering the last time he’d seen Martha.

Only the afternoon before, he’d kissed her goodbye at Alice’s front door. She’d been fine, and he’d thought nothing of leaving Martha at her mother’s house for the night. It had only been for one night, and he’d be back again in the morning.

But now it was the morning - four in the morning - and a nurse was telling him that Martha was… dead? His little girl, barely three years old… dead?

How could that be?

“Can I… Can I see her?” Chris stammered.

“Yes, of course you can, Mr Carter,” the nurse said, “As soon as you feel ready. She looks very peaceful; we washed her hair and her face, and we’ve tucked her up in a blanket. She looks… She looks like she’s asleep.”

Except she’d never wake up.

Pain seeped through Chris’ chest as he realised that was what the nurse must have meant by, “Looking after Martha.” She’d been preparing Martha’s body for viewing… because she’d died before she’d ever reached the hospital.

Martha had been dead before Lillian had called him. Martha had been dead before the nurse had called his name. She had died in the middle of the night… and he hadn’t even known it was happening.

Yet she’d been alive when the nurse had shown Chris into the side room, and she’d been alive when the nurse had told him about the fire, and she’d been alive… until the nurse had said, “Martha died.”

She had been alive and dead at the same time…

(And… carbon monoxide poisoning? A house fire? Lillian hadn’t said anything about a house fire. Just what had happened?!)

Chris felt like another horse had kicked him in the chest. It felt exactly the same: he couldn’t breathe; his whole body was in agony; the edges of his vision were going dark.

“All right, Mr Carter, all right,” said the nurse, putting her arm around his shoulders, “Sit forward for me. Try and put your head between our knees.”

Numbly, Chris did as he was told, but it all felt pointless, and it didn’t help. All the blood rushed to his head, it sounded like a roaring fire, and that was all it took to make him vomit.

 -:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-

Brian Aldridge sat in silent shock as Lillian told him what had happened.

“So The Nest is just… gone?” He couldn’t picture it. “Gone, completely?”

“Yes, darling,” Lillian said, “The fire destroyed it.”

“But how did the fire start? When did it start? How did it get so bad, and… How did Martha get into Kate’s house?” None of it made a shred of sense. It all felt like a bad dream… not helped by the fact that he’d put on his coat and shoes to drive to the hospital, without ever changing out of his pyjamas.

Lillian shook her head. it seemed pointless to say she didn't know, but, of course… nobody knew.

The family sat in painful silence as they waited - in the absence of Kate and Chris - for news.

 -:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-

Hours seemed to pass, and maybe they did. It was hard to know, when nobody could stand to look at the clock, let alone speak.

Lillian sat, gripping Adam’s hand, and praying inaudibly, eyes shut. She never usually prayed… but what else could she do right now? She couldn’t help - she wouldn’t have known where to start - and she couldn’t do what she really wanted to: turn the clock back, and stop the fire from breaking out in the first place.

Finally, the door to the waiting room opened, and Kate - grey-lipped and huge-eyed - came back.

“Darling!” Lilliam jumped to her feet and wrapped Kate in her arms. “What happened?”

But Kate just stared over Lillian’s shoulder, while her aunt, brother and father rushed her with questions she couldn’t answer, and hugs she couldn’t feel.

“Oh, darling, please, tell us,” Lillian whispered.

Brian glared at her, shaking his head. What had happened was perfectly obvious to him. Why make Kate say the words?

He held his daughter as tightly as he could, letting her sob into his shoulder as he stroked her hair. “I know,” he murmured, “I know.”

 -:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-

At last, Chris Carter had been able to get to his feet.

The roar had faded from his ears, and he had nothing left in his stomach but a burning pain.

“You are welcome to stay in here as long as you need to,” the nurse said to him, “There’s no rush.”

“No, I want… I want to see her,” Chris said.

“Of course you can,” replied the nurse. “I’ll take you to her.” She offered him her arm.

He took it, legs shaking as she led him back out into the corridor… and past signs pointing to the children’s wards.

Chris stopped on the spot. “No, not Martha,” he said, “Alice. I want to see Alice.” How could he go and see Martha without her?

“Your wife?” the nurse asked, and Chris didn’t correct her. “All right.” She turned him around, and led him somewhere else.

“Has she been told?” Chris stammered, “Does she know about--”

“Leave that to me,” replied the nurse gently, helping Chris into a chair, “I’ll go and find out for you.” She went over to some kind of reception desk, and started talking to someone Chris couldn’t see.

Meanwhile, he sat staring at a sign for the, “Adult Critical Care Unit.” Was that where Alice was?

His ears droned as he wondered why he’d been brought here, and not taken back to the side room. Maybe there were other people in there now. Other families receiving… the worst news.

And then he thought of all Alice’s relatives he’d left sitting in the waiting room… of the call he’d had from Lillian… and his heart started to thud as he realised she or Brian might be in that room now, being told what had happened to Alice.

Chris covered his face with his hands and tried to stifle his crying. What was he doing, waiting for news of Alice, when Martha was all alone… cold, scared, maybe… wondering where her Mummy and Daddy were?

Then it all came back to him, and he choked on the memory. Martha didn’t know she was on her own. She’d never know anything again, never know loneliness, or fear, or cold… nor company, nor content, nor warmth.

His poor, sweet little girl.

No, he had to go and see her.

He jumped to his feet. He’d find the children’s ward on his own, and see his daughter. Hold her hand. Tell her how much he loved her. And how sorry he was.

“Mr Carter?” There was the nurse again. “Come with me, please.”

Chris looked over his shoulder, swallowing hard as he saw the signs for the children’s ward. He wanted to say Martha’s name, to ask to see her instead of Alice, but the words wouldn’t come out.

So he said nothing, and followed the nurse.

“Your wife has a broken leg and a broken arm, Mr Carter,” she explained, “We believe she fell, or maybe jumped, from a first-floor window. She was found unconscious in the back garden, but woke up after she arrived at the hospital.” She pushed open a door marked, “Adult Orthopaedics Ward,” and led Chris to a cubicle.

The nurse opened the curtain, and Alice opened her eyes.

Her face was pale, and her right arm and leg were in splints. She looked exhausted. “Chris?” Her voice was hoarse. She tried to sit up, but her movements were sluggish. “What happened?”

Chris blinked. “There was a fire.” He looked at the nurse. “She did know there was a fire, didn’t she?”

The nurse shook her head. “I don’t know what Mrs Carter has been told.” She turned to Alice. “I’ll talk to your doctor.” With a sympathetic smile, she stepped out, shutting the curtain behind her.

“A fire?” Alice repeated, “What are you talking about?”

“You and Martha were brought to hospital after a house fire,” Chris said, but that was all he said.

He could hear Martha’s nurse talking to Alice’s doctor, and he caught the words, “Liver damage… Stomach pumped… Blood alcohol…”

“Martha?!” Alice exclaimed, trying again to sit up, but snagging her IV line. She winced, and put a hand to her head, as if it hurt. “Where is she?”

Chris’ heart pounded. “Why is Martha’s nurse talking to your doctor about alcohol poisoning?” He heard his own voice only distantly, as if it were someone else’s. It sounded cold and clipped and clinical. “Were you drinking?”

Alice shook her head furiously. “No! Of course I wasn’t! I don’t drink! And I’d never drink around Martha! How can you even say something like that?!” She began to cry. “Now, where is she? Tell me right now!”

Alice’s doctor opened the curtain. “Mrs Carter, please, try to lay still.” He helped Alice - who did not want help, she wanted her daughter - to lay back on the bed, and checked her IV line. “It’s important that you rest.”

Chris turned on the doctor. “What happened?” he demanded, “What did she do?”

“Mr Carter, I understand how difficult this must be, but--”

“Oh, do you?” Chris snapped, “My little girl is dead, and your treating Alice for alcohol poisoning?!” He glowered at Alice. “Was the fire your fault?”

“Dead?!” Alice repeated, “No! Martha! She can’t be!” Tears flooded down her cheeks. “She isn’t! No!”

“Mr Carter, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave the ward,” said Alice’s doctor, “Your wife has been badly injured, nd it’s vital she rest.” He tried to guide Chris out of the cubicle, but Chris refused to move.

Alice was trying to get off her bed, but couldn’t put any weight on her plastered leg. “Where’s my daughter, Doctor? Tell me!”

“She’s dead!” Chris roared, shoving Alice in the chest. “She’s dead, because you’ve been drinking! You killed her, Alice, you killed Martha, it’s all your fault! It should’ve been you! It should’ve--”

Two members of the hospital’s security staff bodily escorted Chris from the ward, but, as soon as he was out in the corridor, all his resistance and anger and strength dissolved.

He sank to the floor, his face pressed against the lino.

The security staff had seen this kind of thing a hundred times before. This man wasn’t a threat, he was in shock.

One of them helped Chris into a chair, while the other softly urged him to take deep breaths.

But Martha would never take another breath. All Chris could think about was his little girl… and how she was gone.

Gone, because of Alice.

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ok so background: i just joined the senior company at my local volunteer fire station (so i can respond to calls) im not technically an emt yet but im going on calls to observe. the boy (who im gonna refer to as 🩺 because why not, and he’s always wearing his fancy stethoscope around his neck) is an emt as well, a few months older than me.

so the first call i go on i’m observing, he’s treating the patient and we’re both in the back of the ambulance. we transport the patient to hospital, and on our way back he’s showing me the ipad and how we document patient care and stuff. and he’s sitting really close. as in our thighs and sides are TOUCHING. and not just like barely i mean our legs are pressed UP AGAINST each other. and then there’s a part about capillary refill (how fast blood returns to the fingernail and color is regained after pressing down on it) and i forgot what it was so i asked and instead of doing it on his hand he does it on MINE and like, multiple fingers too. and THEN i needed to clean something and need to wear gloves (ppe ‼️) and he asks what size i need and im loke “idk a small probably” and he HOLDS UP HIS HAND TO COMPARE MY HAND SIZE TO HIS.

moving on. next standby we’re both sitting at high tops facing the tv where he’s playing some video game. he starts stomping his foot and i look over and he sees my face and is like “there was a caterpillar” and im like “did you kill it” and he’s all confused and says yes (🚩) and we’re going back and forth for a few minutes bc i was like i would’ve taken it outside bro. later on im bored so i ask about the video game and he’s telling me about it and all that stuff.

up until this point i was like okay, maybe he’s trying to say smth or maybe he’s just clueless and is trying to be nice since we have to work together and we’ve known each other for a little while atp. after last night tho im convinced (and so are all my friends who have weighed in) that he’s into me.

OK NOW LAST NIGHT so a few days ago i had posted a tiktok w pink skies by zach bryan and it was just sky pictures i took bc i love taking sky pictures and i captioned it “yall don’t know zach bryan like i do” and he liked the video (he doesn’t follow me but we are contacts in each others phone so yeah) but last night we had engine room at the ems station (we have 2 stations, one for fire, one for ems, all this happened at the ems station, engine room is just cleaning the room with all the vehicles) and i get there (right at 6:30, literally exactly when it started) and he immediately starts teasing me for being late. THEN he comes up to me and is like referencing my caption being all “only *I* like zach bryan” and teasing me and shit and then we talk for a minute about both liking zach bryan and then i told him the caption was a dig at a girl i don’t like (half true) bc she likes zach bryan and i am a certified gate keeper ‼️ and he’s all interested like “who is it” (background info: he’s a grade older than me, just graduated from the public school i used to go to until freshman year when i switched to private school. the girl im referencing also went to this public school and switched to my private school at the same time as me, and is pretty “well known” in our area.) so i told him like im not telling you bc you might know her, he kept asking so i ended up just telling him and he says he doesn’t know her. so that was that last night.

TOMORROW NIGHTTT we’re going on a little field trip (i’m the only one calling it that because it’s funny) and he’s coming on it, it’s an hour drive away from the fire hall and i don’t know who is driving with who but it’ll be interesting for sure. i’ll give you an update tomorrow if you wish, but that’s everything for now. so yeah, this was long but i hope you enjoyed :D

-🔭

the full body pressing had me leaning in...

the HAND COMPARISON finished it.

like, the man is slutting himself out for you!!!!!!

[mercymermaid]

oh boy shadows of agony was a wild wild ride

here’s my insanely long live reaction

warning: spoilers

OKAY SHADOWS OF AGONY

SAW THE COMMENTS

ONLY PNE COMMENT

BUT MARK CAMEOOO

APAPRENTLY

afton sweetie i think the guy is dead

oh! i see!

ykw won’t judge everyone needs a helping hand sometimes

oh a bomb

down goes freddy fazbear’s

YEAHHH MARK ‼️

someone get bonnie his sprinkles

what is he doing 💀

is he gonna sing some emo song about “wow look at what i’ve become goddamn i hate life ilove life” because that’s what this scene is looking like

IS HE SLICING OFF HIS OWN HANDS?

HUH

HELLO

AGONY YEAH VERY

oh yeah no explanation thanks

IS THAT NATEWANTSTOBATTLE 😱

BRO THEY GOT THE WHOLE GANG UP IN HEREEEE

YEAH NATEEEE

chew on that pizza hut

and then he drops it

foxy you dumb bitch where are you going

OH HE DID SLICE OFF HIS OWN HANDS

WTF 💀

WHY

GOOD LORD WHY

I WISH WE HAD THE EMO SONG INSTEAD

how are you gonna edit out the messy parts without hands

also that is not matpat’s voice hello

WAIT DID THEY LET BABY OUT

WOOHOOOO

YEAHHH BABY BOSS FIGHT

wait

hold on

hold on

so if

in the fnaf musical

which comes after this whole fucking mess

he has hands

whose hands is he using

WAIT.

im thinking too hard about this

he either stole the inspector’s hands and connected them to his own, so when he’s taken in for interrogation if anything, his fingerprints are different than the ones that killed the inspector

but he’s wearing gloves??

did he get prosthetics later on or did they just not plan ahead

did he get so emo he decided to take his own hands

good lord

oh that is not matpat’s voice 💀

“who left all this garbage in my office?” glitchtrap: 🧍

“two miserable monsters” kys glitchtrap

“what are you?!” funny that both times he’s yelled this phrase (og musical and agony) he’s being assaulted by a psycho rabbit

WHY IS GLITCHTRAP KILLING AFTON HELPPP

WHAT DID BRO DO TO YOU HE LITERALLY MADE YOU

“you’re not william afton”

huh

glitchtrap is your memory ass

or have we been trolled this entire fucking time

hollddddddd onnnnnnn

YEAH GO BABY

how is bro gonna use a chainsaw while lacking hands

HE’S SO FUCKING HILARIOUSLY PATHETIC HELPPPPPPPPPPP

this is why we don’t cut off our hands chat 🥰

the tech’s face of :O right before being whacked is golden

“he has too much to hide” so this IS william afton?

what if this is michael afton

and all this time michael just went “oh yeah killing people? family business, dream career”

but

elizabeth

she’s william’s niece

and called him william in web of lies

and everyone else calls him william afton

did william die and michael coincidentally looked enough like him to take his identity?

NO MORE CRYING ONLY CHAOS

GOOOO SWEETIEEEEE

the glowing eyes still have me gagged

are we sure we wanna do this ☝️🤓

im sorry im being mean

bring back non voiced-over scenes

bb being used as bait :(

YEAH GO LIZZIE

can’t wait to see the blooper reel for this tbh

oh sorry *lizzY

oh and then not-voiced-over?

pick a type random encounters please

vanny!

*vanne!

magic scissors and chair is crazy

INVISIBLE VANNYYYY

“everyone is my enemy” okay edgelord

okay so vanny does not like glitchtrap

who would’ve thunk it

“escaped?!? ?!?” web of lies: 👁️👄👁️

therapytrap

HELPPPP SHE’S SO GUILTY

OHHH

or she doesn’t remember a thing from web of lies somehow

the actor change doesn’t symbolize a new character bc she escaped through the window

so she’s quoting afton as a cute little callback orrrrr they both know lizzy let him escape (in that case vanny would be beating her ass nvm)

probably a callback

okay so i’m just dumb

yeah she regrets the entirety of web of lies

lizzy is an icon

YESS GIRLBOSS VANNY ILYYYYYYY

“not if i get into his head” YES EAT EAT EAT OUGHHHHJJJ YESSIRRRRR

or

is she manipulating lizzy

bc we all saw what happened in monster in your head

unless that was vanny being manipulated by glitchtrap and now she’s repaying the favor

why is this so fnaf lore core

what is he pondering so heavily about

she doesn’t even care that she killed eggs 😭 she’s here for her silly robots

i love how animated and expressive glitchtrap is

is this all a joke to you

icon

“fear is like a hammer. with a hammer and a couple nails, you can build an empire, or pry away the pieces that just won’t fit. the nails don’t know what they’re making, whether it’s good or bad, they only know the weight of the hammer.”

okay i hate to say it but that line ate

“i’m a results-oriented kind of guy” oh fuck off

a twisted bear monster

bear?

as in afton’s suit?

toxic grudge with the humans

bro who did what to you glitchtrap

glitch maybe you were entrapped bc your shitty therapy made things worse idk tho

NO VANNNYYYY

also SONGGG TIMEEEE

VAMMY GLOTCHTRAP DUETTTTT

OHHHH THIS SONG SLAPSSSS

BUNNY BOSS FIGJT

OUGHHHHHHJHH THIS SOMG GOES HARDDDDDD

NO VANNY

okay op

famous last words glitchtrap

NO

VANNY

DID HE JUST FUCKING KILL HER

ASSHOLE ASSHOLE ASSHOLE ASSHOLE

BTDKUGDIUOGEROHITEBNOL

lizzy get his ass please

DAMN

THAT IS NOT A FUN CLIFFHANGER

okay that’s an interesting installment

how do i feel about that