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Growing Pains

Chapter 4 (Finale): The Delights of the Realm

Aemond Targaryen x F!Velaryon (Strong) Reader

Part 1 – Part 2 – Part 3

They say it’s always the dark before sunrise, and Aemond and Y/N have more than earned to bask in the sunlight of their love. But, will everything go as smooth as they would hope to? Will the Prince and the Princess get the happily ever after they deserve? Or will they burn for each other apart?

Warnings: NSFW (smut. So much smut)

Word count: 5472

A.N: I’ve received so many lovely messages and so much love and support while this little project was going on. I’m so glad to have you all along for the ride. Enjoy!

Aemond’s promise lit a fire that burnt Y/N all across her body, but it scorched the desire rising between her legs the most. She leaned against the table to stay on her feet as Aemond left her arms abruptly.

“To—ahem, tonight?” Her trembling hands brushed strays of hair behind her ear. “How do you plan to do that, my Prince? Will you summon the Sept to your bedchamber? You are still forbidden from leav—”

“Patience, my love,” he said with his back to Y/N, digging through the chest at the foot of his bed.

”My love, my love, my love…” Aemond’s voice dipped in the sweetest of honey in the realm echoed in Y/N’s mind. She gripped the rounded corner of the table to stop herself from all but jumping into his arms, or collapsing to her knees and sobbing for how long she’d waited to hear it, and for how long she’d lamented that he would never say it.

At the bottom of the wooden chest, wrapped in a generous cut of rich velvet, was a necklace. Made from some of the best pearls of King Viserys’ coffers, and with a pendant wrought from Valyrian steel encrusted with rubies, emeralds and sapphires.

Aemond pulled it out with a glint of pride in his eye. He unwrapped the ribbon that kept the necklace secure between the folds of the velvet, and the pearls glistened in the candlelight. It seemed like the sort of jewellery that would be kept in the royal bank, passed down only from one Queen to the other.

“Aemond—what—what is this?”

“This, my darling,” he kneeled in front of Y/N, holding the necklace out for her to see. “Is my promise to you that I will love you and protect you until the last drop of my blood.”

“But…” the tears that were more than ready to fall that night prickled Y/N’s eyes once more, and this time, she didn’t fight them.

Between her quivering lips came out a quiet, shaky whimper of Aemond’s name. He rose quickly to his feet and wiped the tears that rolled down to Y/N cheeks with his thumb.

“I shall have you cry no more unless they are happy tears.”

“Where—how—” How did Aemond come to the possession of that necklace? And for what purpose?

“Must you truly interrogate me now? Could you at least pity me enough to allow me to put it on you?” Aemond smiled, rubbing Y/N’s shoulders.

Y/N nodded in response and turned around with her hair swept away from her neck. Aemond placed the necklace around Y/N’s neck and pressed a rather sensuous, open-mouthed kiss to her bare skin before clasping it secure. Goosebumps arose where his lips had just been, and Y/N turned around with heavy lids.

Her fingers ran across the pearls, stopping at the pendant in the middle of them while Aemond followed her delicate hand with a dark, hungry look in his eye.

“Aemond, my love,” Y/N could say it forever and she would still not have enough. “It’s beautiful.”

The cold pearls and the Valyrian steel on her scorching skin only spurred on further as she closed the distance between them once again and raised on her toes to pull Aemond down for another kiss. There were emotions welled up inside them for far too long that words couldn’t hope to do justice. Aemond was just as eager to do away with words that couldn’t scratch the surface of the love and lust he felt for Y/N, so he kissed her back.

It was gentle and passionate, which they said Aemond was incapable of. Surprisingly, Y/N was the eager and rough one of the lovers, tangling her fingers in Aemond’s hair to pull him closer to deepen the kiss and roughen it up, but Aemond resisted. He remained gentle, slow and sweet, almost too gentle even for a Septa’s liking.

“If you—” he murmured pleadingly into the kiss, their lips barely apart, “if you keep on with it—my love, I may not be able to stop.”

“You’ve stopped for far too long. I do not want you to any longer.” Y/N’s voice was low and breathy, dripping in lust for Aemond that she has suppressed for years.

Aemond’s response was a growl which sounded more dragon than human. He scooped her up easily and carried her to his bed. And despite his hunger for her and the arousal that tightened his breeches, he mustered enough control to set her down gently and climbed on top of her.

They stared at one another for a moment and reached for each other’s faces as if to convince themselves it was not a twisted dream they would wake up from in a sweat.

“Command me to stop and I—”

“I do not wish you to stop, Aemond. I never once did.”

With that, Aemond’s lips closed around Y/N’s, then travelled down to her jaw, her neck, and her chest peeking from the loosened ribbons of her nightgown. He undid each bow with his teeth, planting a wet kiss on the newly-revealed patch of skin. He was slow, torturously so. When Y/N raised her hips impatiently, he grinned mischievously and pressed them down.

“Patience, my darling Princess. Allow me to savor you. The night is still young,” he whispered in her ear before pressing another kiss to the corner of her lip and returning to his duty down on her chest.

Aemond patiently undid the ribbons that held the bodice of Y/N’s nightgown together. He pulled back, sitting between her legs to admire his work, and more than that, his lover’s body on his bed, ready for him to take. To claim, to make her his own in yet another way.

Heat crept up to Y/N’s cheeks under Aemond’s hungry eye. She felt like a rabbit toyed with by a predator, and surprisingly, she enjoyed it. She squirmed, begging with purrs and whimpers for Aemond to return to where he had left off.

Aemond slid an arm under her waist and lifted Y/N off the bed enough to slip the gown off her shoulders and down to her hips. From there, he pulled it off and discarded it easily. There Y/N lay only in her stockings held at her thighs with ribbons and her pearls-and-Valyrian-steel necklace.

She raised herself off to kneel in front of Aemond, who was still in his nightshirt and breeches. Her trembling fingers pulled his shirt up and off, and Aemond raised his hands to allow her. While he expected her hands to travel to the ties that kept his waistband in place, Y/N instead reached for his face. His eye widened, and in the anticipation of what was to come, he grew stiff. Perhaps he even meant to pull back, but Y/N had already hooked a finger under the cord that kept his eye patch in place.

It was funny. Y/N was the one who stood with nothing but stockings and a necklace in front of him, yet Aemond felt naked and vulnerable instead. He held Y/N’s wrist gently to stop her.

“Aemond, I love you. All of you. A sapphire for an eye will not change that. The Seven Gods together cannot.” She even thought it added a certain charm to him.

He relaxed, then. Slowly, with each shaky exhale, and allowed Y/N to take the patch off.

“I should have told you more just how handsome you are,” Y/N kissed along the deep scar that ran across the right side of Aemond’s face. Her fingertips left dragon fire wherever they travelled, from his cheeks to his neck, down to his chest and abdomen, dangerously close to where his manhood craved her touch. Yet he knew that if she did, he would come undone in no time. That was no way to make love to his lady on their first time.

So Aemond instead gently laid Y/N down, his body positioned once again between her legs. He caressed her thighs, and she moaned without shame, safe and proud in the knowledge that she was his and that they deserved to act on their lust. Then his calloused fingertips moved to the insides of her thighs, to the soft and sensitive flesh burning up for him. That alone was enough to make Y/N squirm and whimper, reaching up to squeeze one of his pillows.

“Do not close your eyes. I want to see it in your eyes.”

“What—what in my—oh, Gods!” Y/N slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the obscene sounds as she found out exactly what Aemond wanted to see in her eyes. His finger stroked a long line between her already-slick folds, remained pressed at the bundle of nerves that almost made her come undone, and drew a circle on it all the while keeping his eye on hers.

It was an understatement to say that Aemond took pleasure in watching the way Y/N responded to his touch. To watch the woman he loved from afar for so long losing her composure under his fingers, her beautiful face contorted in pleasure, and to know that he was the only one to witness it pleased him like nothing else could. His own breathing turned heavier, and his parted lips trembled at the sight in front of him.

Unrelenting, Aemond dipped his head between Y/N’s legs next. He sucked on and very gently scraped his teeth on the tender flesh of the insides of Y/N’s thighs. He stopped just before her folds only to look up at her as he wetted his lips and he slid a finger in.

Y/N meant to protest. She was already on the verge of her release. Aemond did pull his finger out, but only to push back two. He hushed Y/N, asking her to trust him, whispering that it would be better for her this way.

“Do not hold back,” he instructed. Then, the absence of his fingers was filled by his tongue. He sucked, lapped at and swirled over her folds before dipping his tongue into her warmth, working for her release with long and slow strokes.

Aemond’s hips were grinding against the mattress desperately: he was at the very end of his restraint. It was a good thing that so soon after, Y/N’s muscles tightened, and the coiling tension snapped into a fuzzy, sweet heat that overtook her body. She arched her back, writhing—all the while squeezing Aemond’s head between her thighs and trapping him pushed against her heat with his nose pressed up against her swollen bud. She’d touched herself before to the thoughts of Aemond, but never once had she come close to the peak of the mountain of blinding pleasure Aemond brought her to just now.

When she regained her composure, her voice already turning hoarse and her throat beginning to ache from just how much she’d screamed her lover’s name, she let go of the sheets she was gripping to comb her fingers through Aemond’s hair.

He rose slowly and triumphantly from between her legs then. He licked his lips and wiped his chin on the back of his hand. His broad chest was rising and falling rapidly, and he was all but gasping for air.

When Aemond undid his breeches and freed his bulge with a hiss, the tremors in Y/N’s thighs and hips had just come to an end. The untamed predator in him was beguiling enough to almost seduce Aemond into simply pulling the fabric down to his knees and entering Y/N. Resisting the sweet urge to enter her in one swift thrust and set a frantic, unrelenting tempo proved to be even more difficult than when he intended to slash her Lannister suitor from ear to ear.

He was already hard, achingly so. Y/N reached down between her legs, wrapped her trembling hand around his and guided him inside her. He pushed in slowly, carefully. Y/N’s head was buried back in Aemond’s pillow and his was thrown back in pleasure. As he split her folds and entered her slowly, the lovers gasped and moaned in unison. There was a hint of pain inside Y/N as he sank down into her depth, stretching her with each slight thrust of his hips. She could feel every little vein on his manhood, and Aemond was engulfed by the tight heat that squeezed him relentlessly. Her hand wantonly reached up, trying to hold onto something, anything. Aemond laced his fingers with hers, comforting her as he allowed her to adjust to his size just before he bottomed out with a groan stifled in his throat.

Then he started moving again. His pace was easy, slow, affectionate. He leaned closer to her body and Y/N gripped the back of his head to pull him down for a kiss. It was sloppy as each roll of Aemond’s hips pulled their heads back to tear out another whimper or moan.

Soon, Y/N adapted to just how Aemond filled her, and the hint of pain left its place for pure pleasure. Her hips jolted when he hit a particularly sweet spot, and he hooked her leg around his waist to go deeper, to keep working the spot that made Y/N cry his name out.

Y/N’s heart began to race once again. The same overwhelming tension began to coil once again, and this time, she pushed against his thrusts to chase it. The second time around was even sweeter for both of them. Her walls fluttered around him, her hips stuttered, and with her arched back pressing her chest to his, she came undone once again with his name on her lips.

Aemond sucked in a sharp breath, his own release was brought threateningly close as his name on Y/N’s lips filled his ears and he felt each spasm and flutter around his sensitive member. He meant to pull out, to give Y/N the rest she much needed. He was used to taking care of himself, after all. Yet, Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him to keep going.

His thrusts became erratic and hungry then. His head hung low, his hot breath tickling the sweaty skin of Y/N’s neck as he buried his fingers into her soft hips. She could feel his cock twitching inside her, and she whispered praises to her lover, encouraging him to go as fast and rough as he desired.

The sound of smacking flesh and their moans filled the bedchamber. Aemond’s nerves were on fire. With a trembling hand, he attempted to let his hips loose from Y/N’s legs, but she only pulled his head down to whisper in his ear that she desired him to finish inside her.

Aemond knew very well he shouldn’t, but his resolve had run out, and he found himself keeping her hips in place to pound inside her. His face was flushed with loose strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead creased into a frown of concentration. He bit his lip to stifle the loud groans that threatened to overflow from his bedchamber to the empty hall. With one last powerful thrust, his abdomen tightened and he spilled himself inside her.

His sweet, carnal sounds and the warmth of his load pushed Y/N over the edge one last time as well, and the shockwaves of pleasure gripped both their bodies. Aemond could keep himself barely above her with two shaking arms planted on each side of her head, and they remained with their foreheads pressed together and eyes shut for a moment.

They were both sucking in sharp breaths and exhaling shakily, their hips twitching and jolting from overstimulation. Aemond was the first to recollect himself. He pulled himself out of her with a gasp, and watched his seed leak out of her Y/N’s folds. The room, now that he came back to his senses, smelled of Y/N’s perfume and the musky smell their lovemaking.

He rolled on his back next to her and pulled his lover onto his chest with an arm around her shoulders. His fingers absentmindedly massaged her tense muscles, and she tangled her legs with his. Now that they came down from the height of their pleasure, the thin sheen of sweat that covered their bodies and glistened in the candlelight began to send shivers down their spines in the cold air of midnight.

As if jealous of the way the two lovers dissolved into pleasure and fell apart in each other’s arms, thunder rumbled outside the window and it soon started pouring. Aemond pulled the heavy blanket over their naked bodies, and Y/N nestled her head into his chest. She could hear the pounding of his heart settling down into a slow rhythm. They remained quiet for a while, simply content to hear each other breathe and to have found out that reality proved to be better than their dreams for once.

“My love,” she cooed.

“Yes, my darling?”

“Nothing. I only wanted to say it.” That got a quiet chuckle out of Aemond, and he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head.

“Though, I would very much like it if you—”

“If I told you how I came to possess the necklace?”

“No!” She rose, still in his arms. Aemond only squinted and cocked his head to the side. He knew her all too well.

“Well… yes,” defeated, she dropped her head back on his chest.

“It was made for me—well, for my wife-to-be. As grandfather handed it to me, I could see it on no woman’s neck but yours. I lied upon my arrival and said that I’d left it with the Baratheon lord as an offer of consolation, but I hadn’t even taken it with me. I’ve held onto the silly hope that the day might come when I could use it for its true purpose.”

“What would you have done if... you know. You couldn’t give it to me?” Y/N asked without lifting her head, and her fingers drew shapes and spelled out High Valyrian words she’s recently learned on Aemond’s chest.

“I would rather not dwell on that dreadful possibility. It upset me for far too many nights already.”

To push out the dreadful possibilities that haunted him for years, Aemond focused on the way Y/N’s fingertips moved across his skin. He identified them as High Valyrian right away and tried to make out the words she was spelling. Her High Valyrian needed some work, he noticed, but decided it would make a worse pillow talk than the one at hand.

“Please,” Y/N snuggled closer to Aemond with a playful smile. She propped herself up on an elbow to look at him while her other hand rested on Aemond’s chest where her head had just been. “As your wife-to-be, I ask that you humour me. Would you have sold it?”

“No. Of course not. I would have flown above the sea and thrown it down from the clouds.”

“Imagine—” a big yawn interrupted Y/N. “Imagine the poor fisher who’d come upon it.”

“Y/N. The impact would have shattered it,” Aemond spoke incredulously but with a smile anyway. “You speak as if you’ve never flown before.”

She considered it for a moment, then giggled at her silliness. Apparently, her wits didn’t come back to her just as quickly as her breath did.

“Help me dress,” she said next, after another yawn. Aemond was fighting the sweet call of slumber with his heavy lid as well.

“Dress? Remain here in my arms.”

“Mother would turn the Red Keep upside down if I’m not in my bed by the time she is up.”

She planted a kiss on Aemond’s lips, and he pulled her back into his embrace for another, longer one.

“Tell her we were consummating our marriage, darling wife.”

“For that, dear husband, we need to be married first.”

Y/N began tying the ribbons of her nightgown. It was difficult to stand with the dull ache between her legs and her trembling knees. Aemond rose from the bed to support her with a hand on her back.

Then despite Aemond’s insistence that he would carry her back to her chamber in his arms, they settled on him walking her to her door. Y/N forbade him from entering, however, when she saw the mischievous glint in his eye. He was a terrible liar, and even the silliest of the servant girls could tell he meant to do more than fluff up her pillows if she allowed him in.

“How could a lady so sweet could be so cruel to her humble servant?” He feigned sorrow, and Y/N gave him another kiss to send him on his way.

The Prince and the Princess had the deepest, most restful slumbers of their lives that night. Aemond clutched the pillows that smelled like his lover, and Y/N ran her fingertips across the bruises that were starting to darken where Aemond’s mouth and fingers had been.

By the time Y/N limped to join her family for breakfast the next morning, Aemond was already seated and nursing a cup of wine. His head shot up to the door when her attendance was announced. Despite the night before when they left no place in their bodies unexplored, heat crept up to Y/N’s cheeks at the chaste smile Aemond gave her.

Across from Y/N, Daemon smirked at the lovers knowingly. The man had a nose like a hound in a hunting party for such things.

“I trust the evening lay was decent?” He spoke up out of nowhere.

Y/N choked on her bite of sweetpie, and Aemond’s eye widened. They both froze, while the rest of the table gave Daemon puzzled looks for asking that question so late into the breakfast.

“What? Have I said something out of the ordinary?” He feigned innocence, but the mischievous smirk plastered on his face gave his intentions away to the guilty party. “What, Rhaenyra? I was merely asking if we all had decent enough slumber following the tragic event.”

“Yes, Uncle. It was, in fact, better than decent.” Aemond rose to Daemon’s challenge with a defying smirk.

Never once to exchange words, this interaction took everyone by surprise, Y/N included. Then Aemond’s gaze fell on Y/N, and he gave her a smile that she couldn’t quite read. Reassuring perhaps, but of what?

Then he got up from his seat with his cup in the air.

“I propose a toast for what came out of it, Uncle. Give me Y/N’s hand in marriage.”

Silence fell to the table, and everyone froze in their motions. Alicent’s fork in the air, Otto with his orange peel in his mouth, Rhaenyra clutching her pregnant belly and Aegon slowly sobering up at what he had just heard coming out of his brother’s mouth.

“Not much of a question, is it?” Deamon mumbled, smiling. He was enjoying this far too much, even for his usual disposition. His voice barely reached Rhaenyra and Aemond. “You’re demanding her hand in marriage. No?”

Then Aegon laughed. “What in Gods’ name is happening?!”

Helaena, sweet as ever, began to clap in excitement. “Another wedding! How sweet!”

Then came the commotion.

“Absolutely not! Over my grave!” Rhaenyra roared.

“Are you mad?! Are you insane?! Do you intend to start a war?!” Alicent shouted at her son.

“What is the meaning of this?! This is unacceptable!” Otto stared back and forth between Y/N and Aemond. He was dangerously close to morphing into a dragon and setting the lovers on fire.

“Absolutely not! My only daughter WILL NOT marry that… this boy!” Rhaenyra slammed her hands on the table.

“Rhaenyra, you’ve once asked for Alicent’s daughter—“ Daemon lowered his voice, and Rhaenyra followed instinctively.

“For Luke! Jake! They are not the same!”

“No, but it would do us both good if our families were reunited again. All the better if the marriage is not an arranged one. We all know how those tend to end,” he whispered the last part with a grin. He of all people would know.

“How could you be so delighted with this when you very much dislike the boy?”

“It’s a good thing I’m not the one marrying him, then. That we would both agree on, no? Trust Y/N to know what is good for her.”

Meanwhile, Aemond was still standing up, unflinching. He seemed almost bored, as if the uproar he had just caused was just an inconvenience in the way of the blessing he was determined to acquire one way or the other.

“Either allow me to marry her, or I shall take her and make her my wife elsewhere,” he threatened both Y/N’s and his own family calmly.

Daemon was amused still, and interjected only to speak to Y/N. “Dear daughter, what is your word on this? Is this your desire?”

The table fell silent once again; all eyes were trained on Y/N. She gazed into Aemond’s to find the strength to speak up. It wasn’t difficult to imagine how this would go down: either with Aemond and herself leaving the table as husband and wife or with swords drawn and blood spilled.

“Yes,” she spoke quietly but assuredly. “It is indeed my desire, father. Mother, Queen Alicent. I wish nothing more than to be wed to Prince Aemond, with or without your blessings.”

“Finally, very good,” Daemon chuckled and clapped his hands. “Took you two lovers long enough to come around to it.”

Soon, Rhaenyra was calmed and she came around to the idea once she saw just how happy Aemond made her daughter, and Alicent smiled her most sincere smiles since her husband, King Viserys, fell ill and turned bed-ridden.

The preparations for the wedding began swiftly. Aemond and Y/N spent all their waking moments together, this time without any secrets or care for the gossip. Their union was blessed twice, once under the light of Seven Gods as per Queen Alicent’s request, and once more by the old Valyrian tradition. Though both were only for their families: Aemond promised that he was Y/N’s and Y/N his at the night they’d spent in each other’s arms. There was no stronger promise to them than that. For the celebratory feast, King Viserys himself left his bed and graced their union with his presence and blessing. The throne room erupted into laughter when he joked that he was surprised when the news of the Prince and Princess’s betrothal reached his ears as he thought they have already been married for years.

Content just to live in a chamber together for as long as they had one another, it came to the lovers as a surprise when Prince Daemon proposed a toast and offered them a wedding gift. By Rhaenyra, Alicent and Visery’s blessings, he gave the newly-weds Harrenhal for them to live in and rule as they saw fit. It was far enough to have their own lives but not far enough that they couldn’t make the journey to King’s Landing and back in a reasonable time. Besides, the weather and the land were perfectly suitable for their dragons to inhabit as well.

“Far enough that I won’t have to see my dear Niece’s sour face every morning as I break my fast, but close enough that I shall fly in a moment to kill him myself if he is ever to upset my daughter,” Daemon only half-joked in his usual sarcasm.

Known for his lack of sense of humor around most people, Aemond’s response was awaited in tension in the hall. Even Y/N squeezed his hand under the table. Aemond smiled, and like his uncle, he only half-joked when he promised that it wouldn’t be necessary as he would carry out the deed himself if he ever found himself upsetting his dear wife.

“Your flight would be in vain. You would find me fallen on my sword, Uncle.”

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“Oh, how delightful!” A servant cheered.

“The Gods have blessed us on this noon!”

“Congratulations, Princess, it’s a healthy boy!”

“What are you standing here for?! Go on, fetch Prince Aemond!”

“Send a raven to King’s Landing—and one to Dragonstone!”

Amid the cheerful commotion of the servants and midwives, the baby was carefully cleaned with a wet cloth dipped in scented oil and wrapped up in a red and green blanket. Camylle, who packed up and moved to Harrenhal with her Princess after the wedding, handed him to Y/N with tears of joy.

“He’s strong and healthy just like his father. What shall be his name, my Princess?”

“Viserys.”

“Oh, that’s a lovely name.”

The labour had been going on for a while. Not long enough to warrant concern, but long enough for Aemond to receive the news and to rush into Vhagar’s nest. The news of his son’s birth reached him just as he had ripped his cloak to wrap it around a dragon egg of green and gold.

He hurriedly came into the bedchamber clutching the cloak, with the sweat and dirt still on his face.

“Oh, you’ve given birth of your own, husband?”

“It’s a gift, my love, from Vhagar.”

“An egg! Dyana, come look! An egg!” The servants approached the bassinet where Aemond carefully put the egg to hopefully hatch for his son one day.

Aemond wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulder and gazed at their baby as if he’d just witnessed the miracle of the Seven for himself.

“How are you doing?” He gently brushed the loose strands of hair from Y/N’s face. She smiled up weakly at him with baby Viserys in her arms.

“Always well when you are by my side, love.”

Though even just the lift of a finger sent excruciating pain up and down her body, Y/N scooted away to make room for Aemond to sit by her.

“You know, I suspect moon tea might not be as effective as the Maester would have us believe,” Y/N joked when the servants began dwindling in numbers, some busy with carrying the bloodied rags to washing and some preparing the newborn Prince’s room.

“Hm. A rather swift observation on your part, darling wife. Thought it begs further experiment, no?”

Y/N groaned, she would’ve burst into a fit of laughter if it didn’t hurt her belly.

“Absolutely not. I am never doing this again.”

Despite that, Viserys had a brother when he was three. And Aerys looked so much like his father that Y/N often joked Aemond might as well have birthed the boy himself alone. Then, when the boys just barely became dragonriders under the tutelage of their father, came the apple of their eyes: a sweet girl by the name of Visenya.

Maesters wrote in their history books that she was so lovely, she came out not crying but smiling at the midwives and her parents. From thereon, Prince Aemond was known not as One Eye, but as One Arm. Because Visenya was so charmed by her father, and Aemond with her, that she was always by his side, carried in his arm as a baby and held by the hand once she learned to walk. The poor Prince only had his right hand free to attend to matters, and gladly reserved the left for his precious daughter.

The three grandchildren became the darlings of their grandparents, as well as the realm itself. The sight of Vhagar with a small dragon, so small it could be Vhagar’s claw, right next to her was a cause of celebration. It meant Prince Aemond and his darling daughter were coming to visit King’s Landing, and would soon be followed by Princess Y/N on dragonback with her sons flying on each side of her.

Many tapestries and paintings were made for the beloved grandchildren of the realm, and even more songs were written and sung all across Westeros. And Aemond and Y/N’s love, even long after their passing, inspired many poets and bards to write the sweetest of love songs and stories. So much so that the young lovers were commonly described as being “madly in love like Aemond and Y/N”.

The Maesters wrote in history books that the union of two unlikely dragons, one an unruly Prince and the other an extraordinary Princess, stopped a bloody war that could have gone on for decades and might as well have been the end of their houses. It was said that the grandchildren were so loved that both the Blacks and the Greens forgot why they were ever at each other’s throats, and the realm has seen decades of peace like they’ve never known before. And so it was said that Prince Aemond and Princess Y/N, who had no intentions of ever claiming the Iron Throne for themselves, along with their children, became the forever King and Queen in the hearts of the realm.

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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 6 months

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Saw your requests are open and thought I’d stop by! How about an Echo x Reader with a bit of angst about Tech’s death??? Thanks!

One Day

Echo x Reader

Summary- Echo is, understandably, not taking Techs death well. Comfort ensues!

A/N- Thank you for requesting, hun! Echo is SO underrated, I love my little half-human <3.

Word Count- 801

Echo looked mournfully to the seat next to him. The Pilot seat sat empty. To Echo it would forever be empty. For, the man who filled it was dead. Dead and never to come back.

The thought sunk Echo's stomach. Sitting alone in the cock-pit, just his thoughts to keep him company. The negative and destructive thoughts. He had considered revenge, but what would that solve? It wouldn't bring his brother back...

The only thing he could do is swear to not let the Empire get what he loved. At least not again. He now thought of you. How losing you scared him.

He gave a small sniffle, one he hoped no one heard. He tried to be strong, the rock you could count on.

Just as he choked down a sob, you entered.

"Echo..."

He couldn't face you. Knowing he would break down if he did, settling for a 'Hmm?'

"It will be okay. One day, it will be." You tried to place a hand on his upper arm, stepping closer to him.

Your heart thumped loud in your ears, especially when he shrugged your hand off.

"It will never be the same." He managed to speak, his words wavering.

"Poor thing..." Instead of trying to touch him again, you moved to his front. Forcing him to look at you, his eyes filled with tears.

"I wish I could make your pain disappear." He just stared, now at the floor.

You sighed, while you were grieving yourself- Echo was much closer to Tech. He had known him longer than you.

"He was your brother, no one can take that away." You built the courage back up to rest a more gentle hand on his knee. This time he let you keep it there.

"I am so sorry, Echo." You couldn't imagine what he was feeling. "You've lost so many... What can I do?"

He swallowed hard, "So many clones- brothers have given their lives up for the Empire, for the Jedi, for-" He let out a small sob, immediately covering his face with his hand.

"I know, I know." You stood up, cradling his head to your stomach. You rubbed his back, trying to soothe him. "Shhh."

He started to mumble, muffled by your body, "Tech died for us. Not some Empire." Tech died... That was the first time he had said it out loud. Another sob overtook him.

You just held him tight, praying he would feel better.

"He was very brave. Very, very strong." You praised Tech's name. Echos head slightly moved up and down, nodding in agreement.

He gave a sharp inhale, leaning back. You quickly wiped his stray tears away with your sleeve.

"He's gone, forever." Echo plainly stated. This time he didn't cry, simply void of emotions.

"But he's not. We will always remember him. Always carry on his legacy. His sacrifice will not be in vain. We will make sure of that..." You rested a hand on his cheek, moving back and forth over his cheekbones. Your thumb occasionally smearing an extra tear.

"It won't be today. It won't be tomorrow, but one day. One day it won't hurt so bad. I promise..." You spoke softly, knowing he was in a vulnerable space.

A slow kiss to his lips showed him you were there for him. With closed eyes he spoke, "Thank you."

"We have to try and be half as brave as Tech was. Clones will soon have freedom. Freedom to do whatever they like, not listening to orders." He met your eyes, a little more hopeful this time.

"They could settle down, find a cozy planet. One where war and fighting won't follow them. Even have a few baby clones if they want... Ones named after their dads brothers-in-arms..." You bit the bottom of your lip, a little scared for his reaction.

"Is that something a clone like yourself would want? Away from death, away from sacrifice." You lifted your other hand to fully cup his face.

"I can't leave-"

"No, no, baby. After it all. After it doesn't hurt so bad..." All he could respond with was a lasting nod.

He so desperately wanted all the fighting to be over. He'd sacrifice himself if it meant no more of his brothers died.

You cradled his head once more when he started to sob again. Simply holding him, whispering comforting words to him.

"Yes, yes." He repeated, you just held him tight.

"Hey, look at me." You slightly pulled back.

He looked up at you, doe eyed. "You will get through this, I promise."

He responded with a sniff, he was unconvinced. Though, one day It would be okay. You'd end up naming your first child Tech, in honor of the man. Your second Fives.

"I love you."

"I love you too..."

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I fear this wasn't my best work </3. I LOVE Echo, he needs more attention, and the prompt was so angsty!! I hope I did it justice, let me know if there is any way I can improve!

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gluion · 8 months

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safe haven (how much longer do we have?) ➵ jacob bae

jacob bae x reader, slight lee hyunjae x reader

you can only hope for more tomorrows with jacob.

genre/warnings ➵ strangers to lovers, heavy angst with a happy ending, touch of fluff, afab reader (no-gendered terms), lowercase intended, apocalypse au, hurt/comfort (both physical and emotional), depictions of grief, descriptions of gore/blood, use of guns, allusions and discussions of suicide, minor character deaths, hyunjae is your ex, changmin and kevin appearance :'), elements of the last of us (don't support neil druckmann!), mostly written in past tense (because u're remembering!)

word count ➵ 6.2k words

inspired by ➵ “anaheim” by niki, “are you happy?” by @wavesmp3, “love wins all” by iu, episode three of hbo's the last of us, and “you’re gonna carry that weight” quote from cowboy bebop

a/n ➵ my life changed forever reading shawna's piece. thank you for letting me write a piece based on your work (if you haven't read it, go check it out!) just like you, i am a sucker for apocalypse aus :')) hope i did justice to your beautiful work. anyway, love wins all coming out yesterday was a miracle because it's definitely made for this fic </3 thank you to @heemingyu and @deobienthusiast for betareading a bit of this! if you enjoyed reading, please do reblog and leave feedback!

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time was the one thing that occupied everyone’s minds. it held value, something that shouldn’t be wasted, and people revolved their lives around it.

questions flew around with every tick and tock—what day is it today? when’s your next doctor’s appointment? how long has it been since you’ve last seen your friends from high school? until when does this meeting last?

as the hands of the clock continue to rotate, the calendar pages would flip along. birthdays were celebrated with every revolution as candles on cakes were lit up, awaiting the puff of celebrants as they wished for their desires. holidays were ones to look forward to; people dressed up to celebrate periods of the year that mattered to them while others slept in until noon. and days were spent counting down until graduations, where caps with tassels would fly to the expanse of blue and orange as cheers and sobs sound throughout.

but now, no one keeps track of time. clocks stopped moving and calendars weren’t produced annually. once the surge of the infected took over, grabbing on humans, taking them away from the lives they’ve lived, everyone ran like they were running out of time. with every second that passes, people are ridden with possibilities of how they might bid farewell to life itself—would it be through the hands of the infected or their own?

now, only one question echoes within their minds: how long do we have?

yet, the clock continues—tick, tock, tick, tock. it keeps going, and going, and going, like how everyone expects it. while everyone seemed to let time go, you still kept track of it all: birthdays, holidays, a graduation you never had.

the outbreak hit two years ago on the day of hyunjae’s graduation. cheers turned into screams. white togas and diplomas were splattered with red. the lively became lifeless.

you remember hyunjae’s hand in yours, fingers gripping you as if you were his life, as you charged out of the gymnasium, legs keeping up with the speed of his. you darted off to nowhere as images of the infected tearing people apart took up every block, all the way from skin to bone.

and while it was a rush of tragedies, hyunjae was the only hope you had.

“keep your eyes on me,” he glanced at you, eyes off the path as he met your gaze. “don’t look at them. only look at me.”

it was impossible to ignore the wails that filled your ears, but you would repeat his words—his soft-spoken voice—to drown them out.

by nightfall, you and hyunjae found yourselves in a motel room, skin cleaned from blood splatters and dressed in clothes that engulfed your figures, and in each other’s arms on a twin-sized bed. the duvet that wrapped around you two is thin, not at all keeping you warm for the night, but the warmth of hyunjae was enough to provide you a sense of security—stability amidst the ever-changing world.

he whispered into the crown of your head, words meant to dispel your fears, all while you sobbed into his shirt. there was nothing that he could do but stay strong for you.

and for a few days, that room acted as your safe haven. the time spent within those four walls is the life you imagined your future with hyunjae. it would’ve been in a two-story house with a garden where a singular orange tree stands, lounging on the couch as you played movies to fall asleep to, but all you had was an old room with a carpeted floor with unrecognizable stains and a bathroom unable to fit two.

yet, you would choose this over anything. even if it meant eating instant noodles for every meal or sleeping on a mattress that ruins your backs, you would choose this if it meant hyunjae would be with you.

still, time continues to move. hyunjae knew that you both couldn’t stay in that room or else the infected may reach you. so when you both went to bed on that last night, you outlined his features from the space between his eyebrows all the way to his lips, and you spent that time memorizing his warmth to carry with you for the rest of your life. you could only hope that he stays with you until the end.

after a month passed, you and hyunjae met changmin, an injured boy who only wanted to live. at first, hyunjae was hesitant to take the stranger in, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to live with the idea of abandoning someone in need. in a world where the infected have taken over, it only seemed right to help out others, save them from a fate they’re not ready to meet.

what started off as a pair turned into a trio. you’ve learned more about what it takes to survive in this life. long gone is the need for money to buy necessities; you need to scavenge if you want to live in an infected-ridden world. thanks to changmin, you and hyunjae got to learn about how to find supplies in every building that you pass on the journey.

but it’s not enough to know where to find food and bullets. hyunjae decided that it was only right to teach you how to use a gun. with every morning that came, you two spent hours learning how to hold, reload, and fire.

“don’t worry,” he told you as his chin hovered over your shoulder. you both stared at the tin can situated on a stack of boxes only a few meters away. “you won’t have to worry about fighting alone. i’ll be here with you.” as you exhaled, your eyes zeroed in on the target. “now, shoot.”

six months have passed, and you were happy that you were still a trio. changmin became your best friend over that time. his laughs were enough to shine glimmers of hope onto you. you were glad that you decided to help him off the ground and tend his bullet wound that day.

until you found yourselves retreating from the horde of infected.

time moves at a constant speed but it can become swift if it decides to. when you and changmin reached the doors leading to safety, you remember seeing hyunjae fighting off those who were once like you, bullets firing at their heads. you remember your screams, telling him to run to you—go to where it’s safe—so that you can keep having tomorrows with him.

yet, hyunjae glanced at changmin, nodding at him before his eyes met yours. you watched how his mouth moves, a soundless three-word phrase leaving him before the doors shut before you. you would’ve pried them open but changmin kept his arms around you, holding you back from letting the infected reach you, from letting hyunjae come back to you.

the wails that left you are enough to attract the infected. if only the infected were to burst through the doors, grab onto you and bring you to hyunjae, then maybe you would stop crying. yet, changmin dragged you away. you never saw him as your best friend after that.

a month passed, and you still refused to talk to him. the boy tried to strike up a conversation with you, trying to earn your laugh like he used to, but he was only met with a cold shoulder. with every brick he put, you smashed your sledgehammer against it, dispelling any hope he had in rekindling his friendship with you.

the two of you learned to live in silence, fighting for survival while dealing with the loss of the one who would always bring you both to safety.

until you came across another boy who pointed his gun toward you. his defensive demeanor reminded you of hyunjae, and you wondered if this was his doing—his reincarnation. but before he could pull the trigger, changmin saved you from meeting your fate.

somehow, the duo had turned into a trio once more. you still refused to talk to changmin, but would eavesdrop on the conversations he shared with the stranger. you learned that the new addition is named jacob.

but even the stranger wasn’t enough to fill the void that hyunjae left. with every nightfall, when the soft snores of the two boys filled your ears, tears streamed down your face as sobs threatened to spill out of your mouth. the palm of your hand wasn’t enough to muffle your weeps. behind your eyelids, hyunjae’s last words to you play on repeat—the ones he failed to say, the ones you’ll never hear again.

maybe if you didn’t leave that motel room then he would’ve still been with you, arms finding their place around your waist as he trails kisses all over you. if the outbreak didn’t happen, then maybe you would be living in that two-story house with him. maybe you would wake up to a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice by the bedside table and the warmth of his lips on your forehead. and maybe you could finally tell him yes before he slips the silver band on your finger—you could’ve grown with him until your hair turns grey.

the weight you carry never got lighter with time. the void continued to consume you whole with the goal of ripping you apart. as another month passed, another life was lost—not to the infected but to the raiders.

“changmin, you have to stay with me.” those were the first words you told him since hyunjae’s death. crimson continued to spill out of his abdomen through the gaps between your fingertips in the same way tears flow out. “jacob! find gauze, betadine, anything!” you never glanced at the stranger, keeping your gaze on your best friend whose eyes continued to droop.

still, changmin caressed your face, thumb wiping teardrops. as he slowly entered territories that you both knew he would never escape, he grinned at you one last time. “i missed hearing you. i’m glad you’ll be the last thing i hear.”

but you tried to tell him that you couldn’t be the last voice he heard. it should’ve been with someone he can imagine his future with, maybe in a two-story house or a cramped flat in an apartment complex. he deserves more tomorrows in the same way hyunjae did.

but time continues to move. it took him away from you in a matter of minutes, slithering away without a second thought and no regard for the value of life, and all you were left with was his temple—still, lifeless. as you sobbed into his shirt, still holding the wound, the warmth of jacob’s hand stayed on your back, moving along with your wails.

now, you carry the loss of two. it never got easier with time.

jacob still sticks with you. it only seemed right. stay strong in numbers as you wander off to nowhere, grasping at the loose ends of survival.

two weeks have passed. you and jacob got used to the new dynamic; while he goes hunting and you’re tasked with scavenging, you both played your roles in combat, ready for any raid or horde. when night would come, you both took shifts, keeping watch while the other got some shut-eye.

until that one evening.

you recall the sounds of wood crackling from the fire. it stood strong against the breeze—burning, shining—surrounded by greens that latch on browns. hues of amber cascaded over your skin, painting you with warmth—it’ll never compare to the one you craved. your eyes drifted to jacob who sat across from you, his eyes trained on the fire as he rubbed his palms together. perhaps he craved the same type of warmth you longed for.

“we used to be three.” his eyes snapped towards yours. “before you came, we used to be three—changmin, me, and—” it rose in you like bile, wanting to escape but never leaving. “we were three then.”

you glanced at the fire that continued to burn. “we met changmin a month after the outbreak, spent six months together until—” the claws of the void struck against your throat, holding you back from sharing with the stranger what your life was before he came. while you never found the right words to say, jacob never pushed, letting you say what you wanted to share while filling in the blanks on his own.

“i resented changmin after what happened.” you moved your gaze to jacob whose eyes never left you. “refused to talk to him. refused to forgive.” and you remember how you hesitated, taking a deep breath in before sputtering out the next sentence. “refused to accept.”

nine months ago, the outbreak didn’t happen. nine months ago, you were attending hyunjae’s graduation. nine months ago, you two were imagining your tomorrows—together, for eternity.

and those nine months fractured all hopes and dreams; the glass is now littered with cracks, ready to burst into shards.

“but i think about the last time we saw changmin,” the image of him sitting in front of you all frail, treading the line between life and death, flashed in front of you; it’s quick but strong to remind you of what’s lost. “and i wish i could’ve learned how to forgive during those two months.”

but it was an impossible request. how could you ever forgive a boy you’ve known for only six months for taking your future away? how could you forgive a world that took him away? how could you forgive and live?

and still, you did.

you left it at that. they were enough. so when you told jacob that you’ll take over tonight’s shift, he never asked to hear more. instead, he laid near the campfire as you keep an eye out.

and once enough hours have passed, you allowed yourself to sob like other nights. the breeze that passed through branches reminded you of changmin; rustling leaves imitated the giggles of the boy you’ve only known during the apocalypse.

the wind that grazed against your skin should’ve been a nuisance, but the warmth of the fire wrapped you up like the duvet in that motel room. and you don’t complain—it’s the only part of hyunjae you have left.

the heat was enough to last you the night, but the chill of reality sent you back to the void.

that night, jacob listened to your sobs. not one of you got enough rest for the journey.

another two weeks went by. you two got into a better groove of the routine; instead of hunting and scavenging in silence, you and jacob found yourselves talking more about your lives before the outbreak. you learned that he was born the same year as hyunjae, and he shared that he had plans to pursue music.

“if the world finds a cure to this mess, you have to promise me that you’ll get me front-row tickets to your first show.” it was a joke. in what world could there be a cure for the infected? but the wishful thinking of what could be—what could’ve been—is all you had left.

still, jacob promised you that.

that night, you two stayed in the living room of an abandoned house. instead of lighting the fireplace, candles were placed on the coffee table. they shined in the middle of you two, you who stayed on the couch and jacob who sat on the mattress lying on the floor.

“where were you?” his eyes met yours. “on the day of the outbreak, i mean.”

he leaned back, hands resting on the mattress before he looked once more at the wax that continued to melt. “it was my graduation.” it hit you like a sudden downpour on a sunny day. “i was next in line to go up on the stage until the infected came.”

and when you said the name of the university, his gaze met yours as his shoulders stiffened. “m—my hyunjae.” it’s the first time you spoke of his name, and the sight of jacob’s eyes widening over it was enough to speak for himself.

“i—i didn’t know,” he whispered, but his words were loud enough to shatter glass. “i only spoke to him a few times. he spoke of you with so much love.”

your heart skipped beats; it should’ve been enough to send you off into the same territories where hyunjae and changmin now stay. your mouth turned dry as jacob’s voice morphed into radio silence.

before you knew it, the two of you left the information to hang in the air as you tried to drift into slumber. the clock continues to tick. minutes turned into hours; time moves like it usually does once more.

yet, you were stuck in the same gymnasium, fixing hyunjae’s toga as you scolded him about how wrinkled it’s become—hey! you’ll go up on stage soon. we can’t take pictures of you like this. despite your words, he smiled at you before grazing his lips on your temple—his silent way of telling you the three-word phrase.

in a split second, you were off the couch. you barged out of the house, clutching your chest as the knot constricted your throat, and your feet dragged you off to nowhere. every sound has turned into a buzz—only the voice of hyunjae being the one clear thing amidst the hysteria.

before you knew it, you stood before a horizon of green. it takes only one step into the woods, alone with no protection, for you to meet your demise. you would’ve charged into it in the same way you would’ve charged out to save hyunjae that day.

all it takes is one step, and—

“what are you doing?!” a pair of hands gripped your shoulders, spinning you around until you were face-to-face with the last form of life that you know of. his breaths were short as his fingers dug into your arms. “you can’t just rush out in the middle of the night! i woke up worried sick.” his eyebrows knitted in frustration. confusion. distress.

the voice was caught in your throat. how does one begin to unpack the baggage they’ve learned to carry? when the items they bring are revolting, rotten, repugnant, how does someone not feel shame about showing all the tattered-up objects? how do you learn to open up to someone you’ve only known for three months?

your hands trembled; you’ve carried the weight of it all for too long.

in that split second, your nose met the juncture between his chin and shoulder. the material of his shirt against your cheek allowed you to bathe in what you miss—the hand of changmin that once caressed your face, the lips of hyunjae that lingered with every kiss. all the moments that you hoped time would freeze just for you lives in the boy you stick with for survival.

all it took were jacob’s hands to rest on the lower side of your back for the tears to begin their stream. the sobs spill out. for once, they weren’t muffled like those other nights. they sounded throughout the space that surrounded you two. you allowed yourself to drop the baggage only for a few minutes.

jacob took you back to the house that night, allowing you to sob about all that you’ve kept under the wraps. when sunrise came, you found your legs mixed with his as his arms remained wrapped around you, and your ear pressed against his chest. the sound of his breathing is the one reminder of what a safe haven is.

half a year went by. jacob still stays by your side. the baggage got lighter.

it should’ve been the same routine; jacob goes off to hunt while you scavenge, and you’ll take turns on the night shifts. but that night shifted something between you two—stolen glances, quiet giggles, linked fingers.

two months have gone by. the moon shined through the trees, their shadows cascading on an abandoned cabin that you and jacob decided to stay in for that night.

it should’ve been the same set-up as other nights spent in abandoned houses; you’ll sleep on the couch while he sleeps on a dragged-out mattress. instead, he sat with you on the couch, your back resting on his chest along with his hand staying on your arm.

a lit candle rested on the table; its amber tones painted the jacob’s skin—close to the fruit tree that stands in your lost future.

“what would you do if there is a cure to this?” you watched how his fingers danced across your skin, calloused from plucking guitar strings or wielding a gun.

jacob’s chest rumbled against your back as he hummed. “what would you do?”

a giggle left you as you looked at the boy. “i was the one who asked you first!”

he shot you a grin as his hand slipped into yours. the candle continued to burn; it did a poor job of giving you light and warmth that night. but he did it all—one smile. one exhale. one indication to show that he lives.

“travel, maybe? or i’ll go back to writing music.” you nodded at his plans before looking back at the light source. “what about you?”

“i don’t know.”

there was no point in going back to university after such a catastrophe. if anything, the year spent surrounded by the infected, fighting for survival, has shown you that there’s more to life than the perpetual cycle of working a nine-to-five.

so…

“i would settle down if i could.” the wax continued to melt. “i think i’ve seen enough of the world. for once, i just want to stay home, indulge in my hobbies, live the life that i want.”

his breath grazed the top of your head. “with someone?” and suddenly, you became aware of it all—the heat that emitted from his palm, the movement of his chest against your back, the gravity of his question.

the words get caught in your throat. your heartbeat rang in your ears. for the first time since hyunjae’s death, you considered it.

“with someone.”

before you knew it, his hand caressed your cheek. you were forced to meet his eyes—they glistened with devotion. he leaned forward, his breath grazing your skin while you held in yours. you didn’t miss how his gaze flickered to your lips before he met your eyes once more.

then, he held back. it’s a choice, one only you can make. but when your eyes shut, it’s a quiet plea—a silent yes.

his lips met yours.

the warmth that blossomed in your chest wasn’t like the one in that motel room. not like the embrace of the one you’ve lost. it was one of all seasons—changing with the weather, bringing comfort throughout the everchanging times.

it’s a perpetual cycle of fighting for survival. you’ll endure through it all.

a month passed by, and you came across another boy on the journey. he’s named kevin, and he told you of a safe haven located in the town that you and jacob grew up in.

for a moment, it was an internal debate—should you go back to where the downfall started? can you go to where the memory of hyunjae still lives?

but one glance at jacob was enough to settle it. the three of you embarked on your journey.

you remember that day. it was a walk with the goal of finding a car to make the journey back an easy one. the heat of the sun prickled against your skin, but you still kept your arms crossed.

“are you two together?” kevin asked, causing you to whip your head towards him. your eyes met jacob’s for a split second—confusion, dejection—before they landed back at the stranger who kept his eyes on the path you took.

“no, we aren’t.”

for the rest of the journey, it was quiet.

sundown came, and you found yourselves in a convenience store for that night’s shelter. jacob was in charge of taking the night shift, allowing you and kevin to rest up. when the stranger went off to sleep on the makeshift bed, you were left alone with jacob.

you watched how he cleaned his gun with a rag stained with dark splotches. the moon gleamed through the window—it cannot compare to how jacob shines.

you needed to get some sleep is what you tell yourself. with one spin, you were about to make your way to where you’d sleep for that night.

“are we really not?” you halted in your tracks. you couldn’t look at him. “did it mean nothing?”

not a single answer left your mouth. your eyes remained straightforward, refusing to meet his gaze.

the warmth vanished with a lack of an answer. instead, it was replaced once more with the cold—the void—that attempted to consume you whole.

and when a scornful chuckle left jacob, you knew that you’d burnt the bridge. you walked away, leaving him to do his job, bidding farewell to the closest form of a safe haven.

two weeks went by, and another goodbye had to be done. kevin stood in front of you two, a grin on his lips while tears streamed down his face. his arm was out, revealing a bite mark. the veins near the wound had already turned black. he would’ve turned in a few hours.

“go out.” those were jacob’s first words to you since that night in the convenience store.

you remember the last thing you told kevin before you left the room—you’ll get to your safe haven. the sobs that spilled out of him are ones you’ll never forget. and when you shut the door behind you, it took 20 seconds until you heard a gunshot.

the weight got heavier once more.

another two weeks went by, and you and jacob found yourselves standing in front of the remains of a safe haven. the fences were torn down. streaks of dark red littered over pavements. not a single sight of a soul lived.

still, you two trudged your way through the town, all the way until you reached jacob’s house. like others, his was abandoned. the cream walls were littered with red strokes and vines. when you both entered, you didn’t miss how jacob’s eyes lingered on a photo hung on the wall—a picture of him, his brother, and his parents.

you gave him all the time he needed to explore, to sit with the mess, while you stayed in the living room. as you sat on the couch that had gathered dust, you caught sight of a bowl of plastic produce that rested on the coffee table. it held a variety of fruits whose paint had chipped: watermelon, chestnut, and fig.

but amidst the crowd of old, torn-down, plastic fruits, a pear and an orange leaned against each other as grime collected on them. once your hands reached out to the fruits, you pulled them apart—a mess of green and orange stained the two.

he came back to you in 30 minutes, eyes glistening with tears. yet, he only gave you a nod, and you two went to another house.

you then stood in front of your old house with jacob by your side. weeds grew in the front yard, and the wooden exterior has turned a few shades darker. silence settled between you two.

to be back in a place you grew up in, where all your memories live, is a process—a grieving one. being face-to-face with the damage brought by the infected can only remind you of what you had and could’ve had.

and once you made your way to your childhood room, you were reminded of all your hopes and dreams before the outbreak. dust rested on top of books. the laptop on your desk had no charge. potted plants have withered.

when you approached the picture frames found on your table, your hand darted out to a photograph of you and hyunjae. there was no occasion when that picture was taken—the fact that you two were together was enough for it to be remembered. memorialized.

as you made your way back down the stairs, you saw jacob crouched in front of the console table with eyes. trained on photographs. “was this your high school graduation?” you approached him and saw the picture he was referring to, you who stood beside hyunjae with a big grin as his lips were on your temple.

“yeah,” you said as you crouched beside jacob. “we knew each other back when i was a freshman.” your fingers trailed on the wooden frame, gathering the dust before flicking it away. despite your efforts, it was still covered in grime, but you didn’t mind.

“and you stayed together since?” all you did was hum. “did you find anything up there?”

for the first time since you entered your old house, you looked at jacob and he met your gaze. your eyes trailed his features. the eyes that speak of a thousand words. the lips that once kissed yours.

and it hit you like the gunshot that filled your ears, the breeze that rustled the leaves that one night, the doors that shut close. it was 20 months since the outbreak happened, 13 months since you lost hyunjae, and 11 months since changmin told you his last words—but it was also 13 months spent with jacob, choosing to survive with him.

“yeah.”

you found a lot of things within those four walls. there were books you once read growing up, stuffed toys you slept with, and the one picture of you and hyunjae; they’re the remaining pieces you have left of a life that was good.

you would’ve kept it all, rebuilt the life that was ripped away by the hands of the infected—

“but nothing to hold on to.”

they’re memories, ones you’ll carry with you, but ones worth moving on from.

“oh,” he said as his eyes still held your gaze. “okay.”

and with one exhale, you said, “let’s rebuild it, just a place for us two.”

it was a whirlwind of emotions in jacob’s eyes, ones you can’t identify. for a moment, you thought he’d say no. maybe he decided that 13 months was enough. one more day with you would be too much, and—

“okay.” when his hand reached out for yours, linking fingers with you like all other times, you gave him a small smile.

when you and jacob stood up, you made your way out of the house, off to find a place just for you two—a safe haven to last you many tomorrows with him.

a month passed. the safe haven was rebuilt; the fences stood strong with electrical wires and barbed wires, and the town was cleaned of all remnants of grime and blood. the two of you took up different tasks ranging from cleaning, cooking, building, and maintaining the haven.

but while you were okay with a knife, accidents did happen. “fuck!”

“what happened?” you remember how jacob came rushing in, only to see you pressing on the skin around the cut on your finger.

before you knew it, you were sitting down with him as he wrapped gauze around the wound. “jacob, it’s just a cut. i’ll be fine.”

“still, i don’t want you getting hurt.” you watched how his eyes were focused on treating your finger. “i’ll be in charge of cooking now.”

you shook your head. “no, i like to cook. i want to cook for us.” his gaze then met yours, his filled with worry while yours filled with determination. they flickered back to your finger, and his hands busied themselves with covering it up.

once he was done, his hand continued to hold yours. you remember the heat of his thumb as it drew patterns on your hand. he’s etched himself onto you.

his eyes met yours once more, and he said, “okay, just let me help out.” all you gave him was a nod.

another month went by, and you woke up to the sound of gunshots. you remember how hazy your vision was that night, fresh from sleep but panic coursing through your veins. and when you looked beside you to only see an empty spot, you didn’t think twice about rushing out of bed.

when you exited the house, you saw jacob holding his gun, firing at the people who attempted to tear down the haven’s fences. “jacob!” when he looked back at you, you caught sight of the crimson that poured out of his abdomen.

another gunshot was fired, grazing jacob’s leg, and he fell to his knees. you ran to him, reaching out to rest your hand on the wound as you began to sob. “fuck! you have to stay with me.” with his arm resting around your shoulders, you dragged him back to the house.

you set him on the table and moved his hand to hold where he was shot. “hold it.” you rushed to where the medical supplies were stored and gathered whatever you could hold. when you got back, you saw how blood continued to spill out.

you got to work, focused on trying to patch him up—making sure he stays. “you can’t go. i won’t let it happen.” and while your hands busied themselves with treating the injury, you remember how jacob’s hand caressed your cheek, thumb wiping away the spilled tears.

“in the basement, there’s a piece of paper that has all the codes. if you ever—”

“no, you’ll be okay.”

still, he continued to talk. “if you ever forget the codes, you can always look at the paper. don’t forget that you need to always check the water system every two days, and—”

“jacob!” you croaked out his name in between sobs. “you’ll be okay. you have to, okay?” the more he went on about what to keep in mind, the baggage got heavier. “i can’t do this without you. i won’t allow it.”

because 15 months ago, you would’ve bid farewell to the mayhem. 13 months ago, you hoped for time to drag you away. 12 months ago, you would’ve walked into the forest. but it’s been 22 months, and you were still walking on this earth, choosing to live amidst the chaos—so long as jacob was with you.

and when you leaned your forehead on his, eyes closed, you felt his breath graze against your lips. “i need you.”

all it took were three words from you. “okay.”

it’s been two months since that happened. the safe haven was rebuilt once more. you and jacob fortified the defense system, hoping they’ll be enough to keep any infected and raiders out. all that matters is that you two were protected—safe—from the chaos.

now, you sit on a couch as you flip through the pages of a book you didn’t have time to read before the outbreak. when all responsibilities vanished, you were able to find enough time to do things you couldn’t do then.

you were ready to get yourself sucked into the world of the novel, but jacob came into the living room with his hands behind his back and a small smile on his lips. “do you remember what you made me promise you before?”

you frown at him, confused, until he shows you an acoustic guitar. “oh my god, you found one?” you put the book on the coffee table.

he takes a seat beside you, body facing towards you as he rests the instrument on his lap. “here, first-row tickets to my first show.” you almost laughed because this is no stadium or club, but a home—one you built with him.

it takes only one smile from him for you to hold it back.

“any song requests?” he strums on the guitar strings, perfectly in tune. it’s almost as if he tuned it before coming to you.

a hum leaves you as you rest your head on your hand propped on the couch. “whatever you want to show me.”

it takes him a few seconds, fingers fiddling with the strings, until he figures out what to play. when he sings out the words—dearest, darling, my universe—you melt like the candles you lit up those nights. as he continues to play a song of a world in hysteria but a love that endures, that’s when you realize what you’ve had all this time.

time is the one thing that occupies your mind. it holds value, something that shouldn’t be wasted, and you learned to revolve your life around it.

it takes you two years to figure out that life doesn’t end after the outbreak—and 17 months to realize that your safe haven is not a two-story house with an orange tree in the garden but the boy in front of you.

when you lean closer to him, his fingers falter, messing up the chords. your hand reaches out to caress his face as your eyes flicker to his lips. you don’t miss how jacob holds his breath, how he stops playing the guitar, how his eyes look back at yours—it’s a slurry of warmth, tenderness.

“i love you.”

all it took was a three-word phrase from you for him to close the distance.

the warmth that spreads within you is like the one you experience in the abandoned cabin. but now, you’re full of hope—a reason to stay—in an infected-ridden world.

now, only one question echoes within your mind: how much longer do we have?

an eternity is what you hope.

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manonblaqkbeak · 17 days

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A Little Tumble

Rowaelin month Day 6: Misunderstanding Leading to Disaster. @rowaelinscourt

I hope it's okay that I'm posting this a day early, I have a busy weekend ahead and I don't trust tumblr's queue system tbh lol.

I can't wait to read everyone's stories and see what everyone does, I feel like I'm never on here anymore but I couldn't stay away for rowaelin month. I love this little tradition of ours!! Rowaelin forever <3

cw: forced kisses, teenagers being dramatic (although not about the forced kiss because that would be horrible), injuries and mentions of sex but nothing graphic and me attempting to be humorous because nothing super disastrous happens lol.

1700 plus words. Sorry for any grammar errors :)

Please enjoy!!! Xx

Aelin couldn't stop crying. She had been crying for an eternity now, or what felt like it. And everything hurt, from her eyes to her toes as she sobbed and sobbed.

She hugged her pillow tighter as she heard her phone vibrate on her nightstand. She didn't need to look to know that it was Rowan. Her phone had been buzzing for ages now. She was sure her phone would soon freeze from the force of all the notifications she was getting.

She should block him. She should, but she couldn't move her arms. She breathed in the scent of Rowan's aftershave that clung to his pillow.

He wouldn't be sleeping in this bed next to her anymore. Wouldn't buy her iced coffee every morning on their way to school, would no longer would there be talks about their futures. No more of him buying her favourite snacks as study aides. No more calling her 'Princess'.

She no longer had a future with Rowan Whitethorn and her soul broke at the realisation.

A soft knock rapped against her bedroom door, and her mother's voice filled her ears. “Aelin, sweetheart, can I come in? I just want to talk.” Aelin nodded, her throat too sore to speak. “What happened today, at school?”

Fresh tears left Aelin's eyes as she made herself speak the horrible truth. “Rowan broke up with me.” Her voice was raspy.

“What? What do you mean that Rowan broke up with you?” Evalin asked.

“He dumped me, mum. He dropped me for Remelle Frost.”

“Are you sure?” she had never heard her mother sound so confused.

“Yes! I saw him kiss her!” Just saying it out loud made her cry even more, if that was even possible. Her mother came closer to her, running a smoothing hair along her hair. Her phone buzzed again. “Can you please leave me alone, and take my phone with you?”

“Okay, sweetheart, but I'll be downstairs if you need me.”

Aelin just nodded and her mother left, taking Aelin's phone with her.

Aelin closed her eyes and sobbed some more.

X X X X

Aelin woke up to the sound of knocking—not on her door, but her bedroom window. She lived in a two storey house, so that only meant one thing; someone climbed the tree next to her side of the house and was standing on the roof.

Aelin sat up and saw Rowan outside her window, his face desperate as he knocked again. Like she was fucking blind and couldn't see him there. At some point it had started to rain and he was drenched.

Anger shot through her at the sight of him, that he would come here after everything that happened today.

She left her bed, her blankets tangling around her legs but she managed to stand up straight as she unlocked her window. “What do you want, Rowan? To rub it in my face about your new girlfriend? Because I don't want to fucking hear it.”

Rowan's face crumpled at her anger. “Aelin, please, I can explain. There's been a misunderstanding.”

“A misunderstanding?” she hissed. “I saw you kiss Remelle.” Bile raised in her throat at the words, at the image that zapped through her head. Remelle's hands clenched in Rowan's school blazer, her lips on his. “If there's a misunderstanding, then I don't want to hear it. Go to your new girlfriend and leave me alone!” Aelin ripped off her beloved promise ring and threw it at him. He flinched as it hit his face and tumbled off the roof.

Aelin heard her parents voices echoing, asking her if she was alright, and then they were there, at her bedroom door, watching Rowan as he watched her.

“I didn't kiss her!” Rowan said, pleading. “She was talking about how she's leaving during the summer to go to a new school and that she didn't want to leave with no regrets and she kissed me. Forced herself on me, actually. I pushed her off. Lorcan saw the whole thing, he can tell you what happened. Please, Aelin, let me in.”

“I don't believe you.” Even though it did sound like something Remelle would do—and Aelin was aware that Remelle was leaving, and was ecstatic when she heard the news. She and Remelle had never gotten along, not even in kindergarten.

“Please, text Lorcan,” Rowan begged, his own eyes filling with tears. “He doesn't like you enough to lie to you.”

That was definitely true.

“Rowan, you should come inside, before you hurt yourself,” Aelin's dad, Rhoe, interjected. He ignored the glare Aelin sent his way. She was willing to text Lorcan but she didn't want Rowan in her room, not now.

Aelin went to ask her mother for her phone when her parents gasped and swore, and when Aelin turned around, Rowan had fallen off the slip of the roof and was on the ground.

Aelin had never run so fast in her life.

X X X X

Waiting in the urgent care felt like an eternity—which made Aelin dub this day as the longest day in her life.

But soon Rowan was walking out towards the waiting room—towards her—when Aelin noticed the cast covering his right forearm. Tears sprung up in her eyes at the sight.

“I'm okay,” Rowan said as he sat next to her. “No concussion, no bleeding on the brain or anything, just this eyesore for the next eight weeks. Thank the gods that summer has started, at least.”

“What about work?” They were both employed at the Stag Rose Grille as servers and were going to use half their weekly paychecks to go towards their trip after graduation next year.

“Doctor gave me a sick note, and I have a lot of personal leave saved up.”

Aelin nodded and they sat in silence, even as the loudness of the urgent care lobby surrounded them.

“I called Lorcan as I was waiting,” Aelin said after a moment, and Rowan's dark green eyes snapped towards her tear swollen face. And his heart broke at the sight, at knowing that she had cried so much over him. “And he told me what happened, about Remelle. I'm sorry that I didn't believe you, and I'm sorry that she forced herself onto you. Are you okay? We can go to the police and report it, I'll be with you every step of the way.”

Rowan leaned over and kissed his girlfriend on the cheek. “I'll be okay. And I just want to forget that it happened. I've already blocked her on everything—I should have years ago.”

“I blocked her, too,” Aelin said, “but not before I gave her a piece of my mind.”

Rowan knew Aelin, and knew that what she said wouldn't have minced words. “What did you say?”

Aelin's answering smile was the very definition of pleased. “That if she ever came back here or ever contacted you after what she did, I was going to set her on fire.”

“Aelin! I think that's considered a felony.”

“What she did to you is a felony! Besides, she called me a cunt and said I was insane and that she would torch me if she ever saw me, so I think we're even.”

Rowan snorted, even though it made his head throb a little—he had no concussion, but his head was definitely a little sore.

Aelin yawned and looked ready to pass out. “You should tell your parents what happened, I know they're away for their anniversary weekend, but they would want to know before they come home to an unexpected insurance bill.”

“I'll tell them later. Let's get you home.”

Aelin smiled and kissed him on the lips. “I like the sound of that.” As they slowly made the way to Aelin's car, she said, “I also like the idea of ordering an extra large cheese crust pepperoni pizza, with garlic dipping sauce.”

Rowan smiled. “You drive and I'll order.”

X X X X

It was midnight when Evalin checked in on Aelin and Rowan, the young couple clinging to each other in Aelin's queen sized bed, Rowan's cast resting on one of Aelin's many pillows.

The room stunk of garlic and cheese and she slowly made her way across her only child's room to open up her window to let in some fresh air.

As Evalin made her way towards Aelin's nightstand where the last of the pizza remained, Aelin's eyes cracked open.

“Sorry about today, mama.” Her voice was still a little strained.

Evalin reached down and kissed her daughter on the forehead and smoothed her hair away from her eyes. “It's okay, I'm glad it worked out for the best. And your father found your ring, by the way, it's in the kitchen, drying after its wash.”

“Thank you.”

“Get some sleep, you've had a long day.” Aelin nodded and closed her eyes.

Evalin grabbed the pizza box and froze at the sight of Aelin's bin.

She knew that Aelin and her boyfriend had made up after the events of today—they had been dating for three years, after all, and Aelin was very open about their relationship— it was the reason why Aelin's TV was so damned loud earlier, but she hadn't expected to see three condoms on top of the waste bin.

“Mama, if you keep looking at them like that, your eyeballs are going to fall out,” Aelin said, her eyes still closed. “Rowan got too excited—”

“I don't really need to hear the rest. Goodnight, love.”

Aelin chuckled. “Night, mama.”

Aelin's bedroom door closed and Rowan groaned beside her. “Did you really just tell your mum that I came too early?”

Aelin chuckled again, her boyfriends face a little red from the embarrassment. “She won't judge, she'll just tell me to cover them up next time like I normally do. Besides, she knows everything that we've done. And she's walked in on us, too, remember?”

Rowan's groan vibrated the bed. “No. I had made myself forget.”

Aelin smiled at how bright Rowan's face had become and pressed a great, big smacking kiss on her boyfriends cheek. “Goodnight, buzzard.”

“Goodnight, Fireheart.”

Aelin rested her cheek against Rowan's bare chest and fell asleep to the sound of Rowan's strong heartbeat and the light drizzle of rain.

#this is literally so dramatic #rowaelin #rowaelinmonth #rowaelinscourt #rowaelin fanfiction #rowaelin fanfic #i feel like teenage rowaelin would be very dramatic tbh #my work

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aestheticpearl · 8 months

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— 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

[𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫] xanthus claiborne

a/n: once again this is my different style of writing and just be aware there is no feel good ending in this one, it also leans towards more of the horror aspect of xanthus

xanthus never thought he would ever lose control like this, he can’t remember the last time bloodlust had taken over. a blindfold was secured around his eyes and once he was placed in the dark room and caught a whiff of the intoxicating smell, he was blinded by pure hunger and he simply couldn’t stop his predatory instincts.

his sharp nails dig into soft flesh, blood smears all over his face. the hunger he feels is insatiable, no matter how much of the sweet blood he drinks it isn’t enough for him. xanthus isn’t in control anymore, he’s unaware of what’s happening in the crimson soaked moment. the only thought in his mind is to drink.

the animal’s muffled cries fall on deaf ears till xanthus practically shred its jugular to finally silence it. the dark room is filled with the disgusting sounds of flesh being torn and blood dripping.

it’s hard to keep track of time in a dark, cut off from light, place like this. it had to have been months based on how he was acting with his food. everything is a blur, he remembers being kidnapped by his maker and he remembers his lover was with him. he can feel his heart ache for them, he feels it now more than ever. he prays for their safety to any sort of god that will listen.

he hopes that they’re not as hungry as he is right now. he hopes they are being treated better, not like a wild animal like him; but that’s what he feels like anyway. he doesn’t feel in control of his own actions, he is running on pure instinct alone.

the animal has ceased its struggle against him and falls limp. xanthus hears the heartbeat of the creature stop, he knows it’s dead. xanthus pulls away and sits up as he slowly regains his composure. the sense of dread hangs over him and he doesn’t know why. could his love be in trouble? have they been in trouble this whole time and he was too lost in the bloodlust to notice the feeling?

xanthus reaches to take off the blindfold before a voice echoes through the room.

“are you sure you’re ready to see the mess you’ve created lawrence?”

audric.

xanthus hesitates. what did he mean by that? the question makes his skin crawl and he decides against his better judgment to take off the blindfold.

he wishes he didn’t.

there before him laying on the cold, blood covered cement floor was his love. their body almost unrecognizable, their sparkling eyes that were once filled with life now dull.

xanthus felt sick. he couldn’t hold it back and ended up emptying his stomach’s contents on the floor beneath audric boots. his head was spinning, he had just killed the only person who truly knew him and loved him as he was.

“i did ask if you were ready, clearly you weren’t.”

he was in shock, unable to look away from the mangled body of his lover. he killed them, too blinded by hunger to realize.

he was a monster.

“how does it feel lawrence? your weakness is now gone, but you were the one to get rid of them. now you have to live with that for the rest of your life.”

tears fill xanthus’ eyes as he moves closer to the corpse. his hand strokes their face unsure of what to do, a broken sob escapes his lips and he cradles their dead body in his arms.

their blood stained on his face and hands. his lovers blood will forever be on his hands, no matter how hard he scrubs.

he is a monster, but he is a monster that feels sick.

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the song i choose is literally about a girl being cannibalized by her lover so i thought it was appropriate :)

(also let me know if you guys like this writing style)

.love always <3 pearl

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opiumkitten · 9 months

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Magnet

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Hey Everyone! I know I've been away for a long while, I apologize about that. I'd been going through the bouts of Seasonal Depression (I have Spring/Summer S.A.D, when most have Fall/Winter) But while I'd been away I'd been writing a lot. When I heard this song I instantly thought of Satoru and I got the feeling that though it's sad, it's still smut and meaningful. So I hope you guys enjoy my POV of Magnet featuring our Most Favored man of all <3

Warning: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Triggers: Smut, Angst

Gojo Satoru x You, Mentions of Suguru Geto

The Collection

Word Count: 1154

“F-fuck~” A whine was drawn out with the tug of Gojo’s lips around your clit. No matter how much you wanted to hold it in, he always pulled every last note from you.

He knew your body better than anyone. Knew when to give, when to take. Your body was the ocean, and he was the master. He rode every wave without fear, only crashing into you when he was satisfied.

“Toru, please.”

He shivered. He loved when you called him that. Every bit of his control pressed at his skin for release. He wanted to devour you.

But it’d been so long since you last graced his bed. Whether this was a dream or not, he was going to take his time.

Make sure he remembered your taste, touch, that pretty little face, and all the sweet tumultuous expressions you made for him.

Because after tonight, you’d be gone forever.

Driving the thought from his mind, he pushed his tongue deeper inside you, watching as your back arched off the bed. He wouldn’t dare pollute the symphony of your pleasure with his voice. You knew him well enough that those eyes meant he wasn’t going to stop till he wanted to.

Goosebumps rose over your skin as he kept eye contact, his long tongue going to work on your most sensitive spots till your vision fuzzed out and your head couldn’t keep up.

‘You’ll always be my sweet little thing. So eager to be eaten up by me.’

The words echoed in your head as you instinctively spread them farther, his fingertips digging into your thighs as he loudly sucked on your bundle of nerves.

Your voice was echoing now, but you didn’t care. Tears of pleasure brimmed at the corner of your eyes as you felt yourself melting into the bed. The only thing that felt real was Satoru. His soft tresses squeezed roughly between your fingers before-

You couldn’t escape as he tongue fucked you through your orgasm, holding you down as he panted roughly. No matter how hard you pushed, your weak and dizzied figure was no match for him.

This was the third time his mouth had worked you like this.

With no breaks.

The loud pop of his lips leaving you forced a shuddering sob from your sore throat.

His thirst had finally been sated…but…

You felt his hot, thick head press at your clit. He was throbbing terribly, his precum coating him sure as if he’d cum from watching you alone.

Your vision had been shot, but you could see his chest, breathing in deep as he stared down at you.

He was a beast, ready to devour his prey. You; Helpless, needy and exposed, you couldn’t deny him.

So when he started bullying himself inside you, your nails dug into his back, starting up the bruises he’d treasure forever.

He never fit.

Just like now.

He was only halfway inside you, and you were so full as your walls fluttered around his length.

Heaven.

Satoru choked as his teeth latched onto your neck. Holding his orgasm he tried to beat back the sob in his chest. No one would ever be able to satisfy him. Not like you. He was already a mess, mind foggy as the only thing he wanted to do was bury every piece of his heart and mind deep inside you.

He knew It'd be safe there.

It always was.

That sweet melody picked up in his ears, the chorus of his name fanning over his neck as you tried you best to hold on.

Heaven.

Everything melted away in his arms. Nothing existed. Time stopped.

At least… that’s how it was before.

Now. Only one thought peaked through.

Subtly.

But strong enough that you would be ok.

“Marry Suguru. You wouldn’t want me as a husband. Everything’s been fine as is. And I want to keep it that way.”

He’d turned you down. Suguru has been chasing you since middle school. And you’d been chasing Satoru. Satoru?

Had been chasing himself.

And after telling you to go, you did.

Different tears collected in your eyes. This really was the last time.

And then you’d be so far from him, even if you were in arms reach. He’d never know you like this again.

Suguru loved you deeply. And you loved him..?

Yet you’re here, trembling as you watched Satoru bring you both to ecstasy for the second time. Your orgasms frothy around his length, adding more to the mess in the sheets.

Suguru loved you enough to let you close out this chapter. He knew what would happen when you went to say goodbye to Satoru.

He’d accepted long ago that your heart would always have a piece of the man saved just for him.

As long as he had the rest, it didn’t matter.

As he carved his name into the mural even deeper, your lips latched onto his as you rode him, his whimpers just as cute as they’ve always been.

Your name left his lips as he gripped your hips, bringing you down to the bed and, with a deadlock on your collarbone, let go of all control.

Your body grew numb and sensitive all at the same time, his scent pouring down on you.

It was once your favorite perfume.

Tomorrow morning, you’d wash it away forever.

Tears rolled down your temples as you held him close, hearing his choking pants as his strokes grew sloppy.

“Love you. Love you so much-!”

“Always will. Love you-. Love you only-“

He bit down harder, his tears coating your neck before he kissed you hard.

His dear little rose.

He’d given you to someone else. He was a fool.

And now, you would never return.

And so, to make sure you bloomed wildly and beautifully.

He gave you his heart.

Buried it deep inside you.

And he’d leave it there.

As you both came undone, he held you so close. His whole body trembling as yours did.

When his eyes finally opened, they rested on your lax features.

You’d passed out, like you always did.

He tried to not cry, even though he already was, wiping away both your tears as he comforted you, holding you close to his chest. He watched you sleep, your beauty a memory he’ll never let go.

When he awakened, it was to his alarm.

His hands searched the sheets before his eyes opened slowly.

You.

You were gone. The only thing that remained was you scent.

Laying on his back, he covered his face from the sun.

He couldn’t face today.

But he promised you.

He never broke a promise to you.

His throat hurt.

Choking back the sobs, he gripped the sheets hard.

It truly was over.

His fairytale had been written.

And now he’d forced himself to sleep forever, in the hope to relive every line, every word that was you.

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levis-hazelnut · 3 years

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Hello, can I request one where Levi's fem s/o is getting threatened by some scouts who think she becomes a squad leader only because she is Levi's girlfriend? The reader refuses to talk about it to Levi but he gets suspicious of her behaviour. One day he sees her coming to their room hurt. When he asks her to tell him what happened the reader tries to lie but Levi doesn't believe her and she with some hesitation tells him the truth. Thank you so much, I love your works❤️

(a/n: tysm for the request and kind words, love! i hope you like it <3 also, sorry that i took so long to write it)

Levi x Reader Let Me Be There For You

Salty moisture fell from your eyes when the door to your office closed behind you with the click of the lock. This was something you wouldn’t allow anyone to see because one: that would mean those that caused your tears would know that their words do affect you. And two: you don’t want to seem weak and vulnerable, especially not in front of your boyfriend.

Their words echoed in your ears, etching themselves into your brain to be trapped there.

“If I sleep with him, will I become a squad leader?”

“She doesn’t even deserve to be one. She’s one of the weakest.”

“I bet she’s only with him so she can be a squad leader.”

“She acts like she’s everything just because she’s dating the Corporal. I doubt she even loves him.”

Every sentence, word, letter caused a piece of your heart to crack and fall apart. And it would only happen in the safety of your office, where no one could say anything to you, or witness your breakdowns.

How could they say you don’t love him?

He’s the reason you work so hard. So you can live as long as he will. So he’s proud of you. So you can prove that he has nothing to worry about when out on expeditions or any other missions.

There have been times when you wanted to break up with him. Not because you don’t love him, but because you just wanted all these people to leave you alone. However, you won’t break up with him because that would mean those people will get what they want. And you don’t want to part from him for something irrelevant and petty. Especially when he cares so much about you that it would definitely hurt him if you broke up with him.

After calming yourself down, you rid your cheeks of your tears and made a start on your work. Paperwork was one of the only ways to distract yourself. It was almost like your comfort. Because nothing can happen to you while your pen scratches against the paper and your mind is only focused on the words before you. And with your door locked, no one can burst into the office.

“(Y/N),” the familiar voice of your lover called softly from the other side of the door, knocking quietly. “Unlock the door.”

“I want to be alone right now,” you replied.

“(Y/N), let me in. Let me help you.”

“There’s nothing to help me with.”

“Then, let me listen to you. I’ll try to do whatever I can to make sure that you aren’t upset anymore.”

“What makes you think I was crying?”

“... I didn’t say that. But now, I do know that you were crying... Did... did I do something to make you upset?”

“No, no. No, you didn’t, Levi. Don’t worry. You haven’t done anything wrong, my love.”

“Open the door, please.”

After some consideration, you huffed and stood up to open the door for your boyfriend as you stood there, keeping your gaze away from him. His eyes immediately ran over your face, noticing the puffiness and slight tinge of red around your eyes. An expression of concern scribbled itself over his visage before he took hold of your forearm and stepped further into your office, shutting the door. He led you to the sofa in your office, sitting you down and crouching in front of you.

“What happened?” he inquired, in a tone so gentle and caring that made your heart melt.

“Nothing...”

“Tch. Tell me what happened. Who made you cry? Just... tell me who hurt you. You know I never like to see you upset. So, tell me who did this and I’ll kick their asses.”

“And you know I would tell you if there’s something wrong, and I’d let you kick their ass. But you don’t need to,” you smiled, but the raven saw right through that fake-ass smile. He wanted to see your sweet, genuine smile spread across your soft lips.

Cupping your cheeks, he spoke up, “Don’t give this bullshit. Don’t force a smile. All I want is to help, or do whatever I can.”

“You aren’t my knight in shining armour,” you scoffed. “I’m a soldier, I can fight my own fights.”

“I know that. It’s just that I don’t like seeing you like this.”

“Levi, I’m fine, okay? Let me finish off my paperwork.”

“... Fine,” he sighed, standing from his crouching position as you got up and went back to your desk. “If you’re going to spend a long time doing paperwork, do you want me to bring your dinner?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll go down and get it myself. Thank you, baby.”

“Don’t work yourself too hard.”

“Same goes to you,” you told him as he left your office.

After a couple of hours, the paperwork was done and it was just in time for dinner. Though, before you went to the mess hall, you had to drop it off to Erwin, so you quickly made your way there, hoping that you wouldn’t bump into anyone.

Your fists hit the wood twice before you heard a ‘come in’, so you opened the door and offered a small smile to your Commander, but he could tell that something was wrong as you were placing the pile of papers onto his desk.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” he said as you gave a mere nod and turned around to leave. “Wait, before you go... Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Why do you ask?”

“You just seem off.”

“Nope, I’m fine. Anyway, I’m hungry, so I’m going to go eat. What about you?”

“I’ll come in a bit.”

With an ‘okay’, you left his office, shutting the door behind you and making your way to the mess hall. Relief washed over you when there was no one around to say insulting words. And once you got to the mess hall, there was nothing to worry about because Levi and your friends were there, so no one would dare to say anything to you.

When you took a seat, you felt a few pairs of eyes on you, however, you ignored them since if you looked up, you knew they would be able to see that something was wrong. And you didn’t want to burden them with your problems. Which is another one of the reasons you refuse to tell your boyfriend.

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You wished that the reason you woke up was because of the soft kisses pressed to your head and the soothing hand that drifted over your tresses. But it wasn’t because of that. It was because of an unpleasant dream. The same people, saying the same rude things, accusing you of false things, mentally destroying you.

But, once you lifted your head off of Levi’s chest, (E/C) met grey that swirled with love and affection and care.

“Good morning,” you hummed, earning a mutter of the same words from him while he pecked your forehead.

Normally, he would get out of bed straight away, but now, he was simply gazing at you, admiring you as you laid your head back onto his chest, closing your eyes for a few more moments. Soon, his gaze felt less loving and it felt like he was just staring at you to analyse your behaviour since you wouldn’t tell him what’s wrong.

Finally, after about five minutes, he let out a defeated huff. “... I can’t believe I can’t figure out what’s wrong,” he mumbled.

“Maybe because there isn’t?” you retorted. “Stop looking at me like that. I’d rather start my day with something nice, rather than being scrutinised.”

“And you would be able to have that if you just told me.”

“Tell you what?”

“... I hate you,” he sighed before leaving the warmth of your shared bed, stretching his limbs.

“Love you, too,” you teased, deciding to stay in bed for longer because you weren’t ready to leave the comfort and go outside, where people would terrorise you.

Once Levi had changed into his uniform, he had told you to get out of bed prior to leaving the room. That’s when you begrudgingly slithered out from under the covers and into the chilly air, freshening up and chucking on a fresh uniform.

When you arrived at the door of the room, your fingers lingered on the knob when you hesitated to leave the room.

You couldn’t stay strong forever. Something just felt off today, and you felt like it would be a terrible idea if you exposed yourself to the outside. Maybe it would be better if you just stayed inside and asked Levi to get you breakfast.

It was almost certain that you would break down if someone said anything. Only one thing would break you. You had that feeling. And that would mean Levi, and your friends, knowing that you aren’t as strong as they think.

But it would also have pros, right? Like if they found out, they would help you and try to prevent it from continuing.

But you didn’t want to push your problems onto other people. You wanted to deal with this yourself. Though, it’s probably inevitable since you doubt you will be able to carry on staying strong for much longer.

Without your permission, tears fell from your eyes and sobs racked your body.

What did you do to deserve this? All you want is to love Levi without anyone getting in the way.

Your legs gave out and you dropped to your knees, hiding your face in your hands as liquid seeped through your fingers and dropped with a patter.

Unbeknownst to you, Levi had been waiting for you outside the room. So, that meant he heard you crying.

The door quietly opened and he stepped inside, closing the door behind himself and locking it. He kneeled down in front of you, deciding not to question your tears, and instead, give you comfort by gently tugging you into his arms. You rested your head on his shoulder as he soothingly hushed you, stroking your back and pressing small pecks all over your head.

You didn’t care if he knew anymore because no matter what, he will always think of you the same. He wouldn’t think you’re weak, or that you’re a burden. He will help you, support you, and kick those people’s asses for you.

After some time, when you had calmed down, the raven brushed your tears away and kissed your forehead.

“(Y/N), I never beg. But, I’m begging you to tell me what’s going on. Please. Do you think that I like to see you this upset?” he spoke, voice laced with concern and slight pain. Quietly, you shook your head and he cupped your face, tilting your head up to face him. “Then, tell me. Tell me what’s troubling you.”

After some reluctance, you gave in and told him about what people said, and how much it affected you, and why you never mentioned it to anyone. And you could tell he was a little angry that you didn’t tell him earlier, but he was also understanding and he did his best to comfort you and he promised to help you.

His arms invited you for another embrace and you happily accepted, relief flowing through you since you finally got it off your chest and you don’t have to suffer in silence anymore.

“You can stay here, while I get us some breakfast, okay?” he told you quietly.

“Okay.”

“And after that, you tell me the specific people that said those things, so I can kick their asses.”

You let out a small giggle and nodded, slightly parting from the hug to mould your lips with his.

“Thank you, my love,” you murmured in between kisses.

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stardustedangel · 4 years

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You Make Me Feel Blue

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pairing || steve rogers x fem!reader

word count || 1.5k

summary || you had slipped into a depressive state and after ignoring steve for a few days he comes to find you

warnings || hurt/comfort, angst, talks of depression, fluff

author’s note || first fic after a month, i’m a little rusty but i hope it’s okay <33 ; do not repost my work

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You’d stop responding to the texts Steve had sent you days ago. You didn’t have in your heart anymore to spew out lies.

‘I’m fine.’ ‘I’m okay. Just tired.’ ‘Don’t worry about me. I’m fine.’

You weren’t fine. How could you be when every thought that consumed your every waking mind made you want to sleep and never wake up again. You stayed up though. Night after night. Day after day. You couldn’t bring yourself to have a peaceful sleep so you laid in your bed tracing the random shapes you found on the wall.

They reminded you of clouds. And clouds reminded you of the blue sky you’ve kept yourself from seeing after you decided to keep yourself inside. You missed blue. And everything blue reminded you of Steve. You missed Steve. You wanted him to be here with you, maybe shed a few endearing words to warm your heart and soothe you to sleep. A sleep you’d want to wake up from if it meant you could look into Steve’s eyes, even for a second.

You should text him. Ask him if he could be here, but that’d be selfish of you. Selfish. A word you called yourself often when you wanted Steve. He had more important things to do than comfort you because you couldn’t shush the voices in your head. He was an avenger for god's sake. You could wait.

You shifted your gaze to the clock on your bedside table. 2:52 a.m. You sighed at the time, feeling like the world had slowed down all around you. You wished it could be daylight already, but that thought made you scoff. Daylight didn’t make a difference to you—you’d still be sitting in bed analyzing every thought that left your subconscious. You brought your right arm up to cover your eyes and tried to focus your mind on Steve again.

Steve. The most caring and loving man you’d ever been with. He made you feel only ever good things. But what would he say if he saw you like this? The way his face would drop was enough to have your eyes sting with tears. You abruptly sat up hoping to settle the sudden burst of pain that you felt in your chest. Your hand went to your mouth hoping to silence the sobs that threatened to tumble out. This was the first time you’ve felt anything like this in days. You hadn’t even cried and you were determined to keep it that way. You almost longed for the numb feeling because at least you wouldn’t feel pain.

The drumming of your heartbeat fastened when several knocks echoed throughout your home. Your eyes widened, drying any tears that rested on your waterline. You made your way to the front door warily—who would even show up at almost three a.m.? Deep down you knew who and so when opening the door you were hesitant. Maybe he’d just leave if you didn’t answer, realize that you didn’t want to see anyone. But that would be a lie. And so the burning want to see Steve is what had you unlocking our door and pulling it open to reveal your super-soldier.

Steve’s head whipped up to face you. Your body relaxed once seeing him and you took in his figure—the one you’d been missing for days. His lips were pulled into a frown and his eyebrows were furrowed above his dark eyes, not the vivid blue you were used to. Where had the blue gone? Your chest clenched at the thought. When his eyes met yours they softened and his hands that were once on his hips dropped to his side languidly.

That was the look. The look that made you crash.

The tears that you had previously built up earlier now came cascading down your cheeks and the choked sob you had quieted earlier erupted from your chest, a tight pain following quickly after. Your knees weakened, but before you could hit the ground Steve’s arms were wrapped around you pulling you into his chest. He was situated up against the frame of the door with you haphazardly in his lap. Your head was against his chest and Steve ran his fingers through your hair and across your back trying to calm down the violent sobs that fell from your lips. He whispered affirmations and comforting words into your ear hoping somehow you could hear him through your crying. His now tear-stained shirt was clenched between your hands as you continued to cry against him.

You wish at this moment you weren’t so emotional. You wish you had some sense of clarity so you could take Steve in. What had he been wearing? Was he speaking to you? Why couldn’t you smell his cologne? If he was really here, why did you still feel so cold? The only thing that seemed to pull you back to the present was the pounding of a heart beneath your ear. You took comfort in the sound and nuzzled your head further into Steve’s chest trying to chase the sound. It was then that you could hear the familiar timbre of his voice.

“I’m right here with you. I got you, sweetheart, okay? I got you.”

Steve’s voice made a safe feeling was over you and he must’ve noticed because your sobs quieted down greatly and your body went lax. Steve let out a sigh, grateful that you had calmed down slightly. He decided that now would be the best time to take you back inside and hopefully into bed where you’d fall asleep. When you opened the door he noticed how restless you look and how much your body must’ve been aching. His heart ached thinking about how you must’ve been over the past week he hadn’t seen you. He knew he should’ve come earlier, but he was here now. You needed him right now.

“I’m going to pick you up, okay?”

You let out no sign of refusal so Steve placed his left arm under your knees and his right across your back. Your head still rested on his chest and your fingers were still hooked into his shirt. You were absentminded the entire time Steve took you inside and into your bedroom. You had only noticed when he placed you on your bed and went to remove our grasp from him. You let out a small whimper, worried that he was leaving you. You’d leave you.

Steve looked down at you and pressed a kiss onto your forehead to soothe you. He then grabbed the hands you had bunched in his shirt, you noticed it was white, and pressed kisses onto them before giving you a sweet smile. “I’m just getting changed so we’ll both be comfortable. I’m not leaving, sweetheart. Not anytime soon.”

Your grip was loosened and Steve moved quickly to grab some sweats and shirt out of the drawer and changed into them. He got underneath the covers and eagerly pulled you onto him, wanting to comfort you in any way that he possibly could. Steve pulled the blankets over the two of you and looked down at you.

Your eyes were heavy, and not heavy in the kind of way that a simple nap could fix, but heavy in the way that your heart must’ve felt. Your lips were swollen—either from crying or from your habit of biting at them. Steve bet it was because of both. He bit at his own lips looking at you, trying hard not to cry at the sight of you.

“Sweetheart,” you replied with a quiet, hesitant hum, “do you want to talk about it?”

“Everything just hurts. Why does it have to hurt so much Steve.” The quiver in your voice was evident and Steve pulled you closer into him.

“I’m not sure, but it’s not forever. It won’t always be like this.”

“I don’t want to feel like this anymore,” your whisper practically shattered his heart.

“I don’t want you to either and I’ll be there for you every step of the way for you to never feel like this again.”

For right now, that could be enough for you. The hope that had remained deeply in your chest could be enough. You’d make it enough.

And you’d make this moment enough. You opened your once shut eyes and took in your room. The moonlight was streaming in from your curtains and so much was illuminated. Had it always been that bright before? You looked up at Steve finally and took him in again. This time the blue of his eyes glowed. They pierced into yours and you almost gasped when seeing them. You always loved blue. Steve looked at you with love and adoration, something you missed seeing. You angled your head up his and planted a kiss onto his lips, a kiss that had said it all. When the two of you broke apart, you rested your head against his chest once more. Your eyes fluttered shut and you were ready to let sleep take you, content knowing that the next morning you’d be with Steve.

You had really missed blue.

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youryanderedaddy · 4 years

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Title: Humanity

Words: 3.6k

Summary: When you get sold to an odd looking robot after the last failure of a rebellion, things go better than you had expected. Until they don’t.

tw: robot/AI apocalypse au, dystopia au, slavery, slight non - sexual public nudity, discrimination, vulgar language, mention of death and child abuse (in the past), obsessive behavior, non - consensual touching, angst

AD 3061y., 14 September

Your hometown was in ruins, shattered by the Forces and left without any source of food, clean water or reliable manpower. The rebellion had failed just like the first ten attempts and as much as you had wanted to believe this time would be different, your dreams stayed nothing more than a way to cope with the harsh reality. Any intelligent individual had either managed to flee before the prosecution or died in agony while trying. You could still hear their pained screams ringing in your ear, the desperate look in their pupils sealed forever in your mind along with the sound of heavy breathing slowly fading into the background like your own hopes for a better future.

The ones who decided to play meek and close their eyes to the inhuman torture happening in the area were spared, but what awaited them could potentially be worse than death itself. You were part of the flock of pitiful weak humans who had surrendered to the heartless machines wanting nothing more than to see mankind squirm and kneel underneath their mechanic heel like a bug. And now you would face the hour of judgment – tired and exhausted, heavy rusty chains around your bruised ankles making every next step a little harder than the last one. But you were certain that the most painful humiliating event hadn’t taken place yet and the thought made your blood run cold. You could recall the countless stories you used to hear on the streets from your friends about androids stealing kids and selling them like cattle to the most powerful leaders of society. Back then you would laugh at them, finding the ideas ridiculous, better fit for a conspiracy theory or a legend rather than an actual threat. But during that time life was easier – the robots were still your friends, just your average citizens, equal to the humans in every manner. It wasn’t until ten years later that some of them realized just how much better, stronger and smarter than the people they really were. That’s how the apocalypse started and that’s how it was going to end. These days the mortals were becoming extinct with the population cut down to one million. You didn’t have names or rights to any possession. Your mere survival had one purpose only – to entertain the machines so they could feel human again. And right now you were being dragged to Soraq, also known as the biggest slave market in the country.

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It was just as terrifying as you had imagined it to be. The Capital was supposed to express wealth, luxury and maybe even happiness but your old human views were easily opposed when faced with the mud covering what was left of the pavement and the pale exhausted bodies of the mortals wandering the streets searching for a hot meal and a little bit of kindness it was clear no one wanted to provide. You reached out to help a young girl sobbing all by herself on the ground but the Officer roughly yanked your shoulder back and ordered you to keep going – his cold hard touch was enough to bruise your skin.

After a few long minutes of uncertainty your keeper finally stopped, pulling you up some black stairs leading to a small stage and if you weren’t too busy looking around for the others who were captured, you might have noticed the crowd gathered inches away from you. Soon enough you were forced to redirect your attention as you heard the approving screams and cheering below. There were hundreds of robots staring at you, smirking maliciously, pinning you with their cold calculating gazes. You finally realized that this wasn’t just a bad dream or a nightmare, something unreal you could easily run away from by opening your eyes. You were about to become property and the worst part was the way the cruel machines perfectly resembled people – they looked the same except for the dark red pupils each possessed which glowed when going into a fight mode. But unlike humans the androids had gotten rid of their most intimate emotions and fears, turning themselves into empty shells, shiny and murderous with no way to experience anything properly, be it pleasure or pain.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” The Officers started off with a low chuckle, his heavy hand wrapped tightly around your arm. His voice should have been programmed to be monotone but now it had a playful edge to it. “Today our dear subjects have decided to be feisty yet again. They still haven’t learned their lesson it seems.” He grinned eerily, quickly followed by the mocking laugher of the crowd. Some even shouted slurs and insults but you tried to focus on controlling your feelings. You needed to stay calm if you wanted to survive. “We really can’t expect more from the mankind. They are primal after all, they just can’t learn from their mistakes.” The male robot paused for a second to fix his microphone. “It’s in their DNA code to be foolish and pathetic. That’s why we need to take better care of them.” He whispered the last line down your neck and despite knowing that the machines didn’t have actual lungs, you could swear you felt his cold breath on your sensitive skin.

“The woman is in her early twenties. Her background is unknown, but she certainly looks like someone you would want in your collection.” The android continued talking as if you weren’t there, his hands all over your tinier frame. The mass was yelling, but you only made out the words „down”, „strip” and „human”. Your eyes watered involuntarily and you let the tears stream down your cheeks in spite of the weakness they showed. It didn’t matter – it couldn’t get any worse so you could at least let yourself experience such little bits of comfort. In the next moment the Officer ripped your old ragged t-shirt, exposing your breasts to the cold autumn air. The hot red humiliation washed over you as the degrading whistles pierced trough your heart. It was such a cruel unfair punishment and you couldn’t even keep your composure long enough to not break down ugly – crying right there.

“The bidding starts at one thousand eros!” The robot’s evil voice echoed through the area, reaching the market borders. Suddenly all the attention was on your scared vulnerable half-naked self. More than ten androids raised their hands, making your stomach turn in terror. Most of them had unpleasant appearances, resembling old people, usually men. “Do we have two thousand eros?” The officer added quickly afterwards having seen the shown interest. This time there were only five bots willing to buy you for so much money – but the show was far from over. “Am I seeing three thousand eros?” Your keeper kept going, determined to drain your bidders off their wealth, but to his utmost surprise now there were only two robots with their hands in the air – one seemingly younger and the other looking all wrinkled and bitter at the world. You silently prayed that fate would work in your favor only this time and hand you over to the man who would treat you more like a living being and less like an object.

“Ten thousand eros.” Suddenly the android with a kinder appearance declared out loud, his cold stern gaze fixed onto you. The other male hesitated for a moment, probably wondering whether or not you were worth so much money, but at the end he cursed under his breath and slowly put his hand down with a sour expression. “Sold to K-010 for ten thousand eros!” The automatic voice of the Officer was ringing in your ear like an alarm while the crowd was shouting and cussing, some going as far as to criticize your new owner for giving up his monthly salary for a “cheap human whore”. Next he was invited on the stage to sign off all the needed documents leading to your freedom being ripped away forever and you were injected with a tiny chip which would make your location visible to your buyer at any given time. The android looked at you soon after and in one swift move he managed to place his leather coat on your shoulders, muttering at you to cover up. You obeyed, embarrassed by the reminder that your upper half was still fully exposed to all the hungry prying immortals. When the chains were finally removed, the robot took you by the hand and led you to a small white flying car with a yellow lily drawn on top – the brand was popular among the most powerful members of the Forces.

“Don’t even think about running away.” K-010 growled when he noticed the way your attention drifted to the nearby road before finally taking your seat. You knew it was pointless now that the tracking device was deep into your skin but deep down you still couldn’t kill the last bit of hope screaming at you to do something before you were too far away to find home again, wherever it was. “If you so much as look outside while we drive, I will use my lasers to turn you into ash. Okay?” You nodded meekly and sank into the soft comfortable seat, wishing that your body would stop shaking in fear but to no avail.

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The journey was long and silent but it made you remember the days when music was still allowed and you used to turn the radio all the way up in your mother’s car. You would sing loudly until your throat hurt and your friends would ask you to just shut up and focus on the road. Everything was so normal and happy back then. The stinging nostalgia threatened to overcome so you tried to focus on something else. You finally faced your owner in an attempt to study his appearance. He was probably in his late twenties, his hair white with some black locks here and there, a fashion trend you usually didn’t care much for. You couldn’t afford to bother with your hairstyle when you were constantly running for your life after all. The robotic male had sun-kissed brown skin, he was taller than most human men and his lips seemed softer than most robots’. But the biggest mystery laid in his deep dark eyes, they looked scarlet at first but the more you stared, the easier it was to realize the color was actually brown.

“Are you a cyborg, K-010?” You asked in a small voice out of the blue, breaking the peace and quiet in the air. The android didn’t spare you much attention with his gaze fixed onto the open sky serving as a road, still he opened his mouth slightly to respond. “My name is Kyle, the numbers are just a formality.” He inhaled sharply as if he was reminiscing a bad memory. “And yes, I am biologically human – just with a few practical upgrades.” You had heard of such people before, the ones willing to become an experiment so they could join the high society oppressing their own neighbors, friends and relatives, setting the lands on fire and destroying the dying environment but you had never met one until today. Honestly, you felt betrayed. It was one thing to be some unfeeling machine’s plaything and entirely another to be owned by someone with a functioning heart even though they weren’t too keen on using it properly.

“Why would you do that?” You couldn’t stop the question from leaving your lips in the next moment. “You should know what humans have to go through just to stay alive. Today hundreds of us were crushed and sold like some animals! Yet you changed yourself to appeal to their disgusting standards.” You raised your voice, the hot tears already spilling down your cheeks yet again, your fists clenched in pure anger at the foolish greedy man. He simply shook his head and leaned back. “I had my reasons, sweetheart. You don’t know anything.” With that the conversation had ended, you could try and argue or even blame him for being a selfish bastard but it wouldn’t have done you any good so you decided against it. It didn’t matter much anymore.

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A few months went by slowly even though time meant little to someone in your position. Living with Kyle wasn’t as terrible as you thought it would be – his mansion was big and spacious, luxurious even. You had your own room and you were allowed to explore the house in your free time. You didn’t have many duties to attend to, your work mostly revolved around cooking, cleaning and keeping company with your owner when he was too tired to keep the robotic mask on and just wanted something sweet, something weak, something more human around. He didn’t want much out of you so you tried to do your best and stay on his good side – there was always a warm meal waiting at the table at night, every window was carefully wiped from the previous dust and the glass was now shining brightly, and you would listen for hours on end to the cyborg’s ramblings no matter how dreadful it could be sometimes.

But it couldn’t be denied that the man had some odd habits, even if you were to overlook him buying a living being instead of simply hiring a maid. For example, you knew how thin the walls actually were because you could hear him cry almost every night. The half-robot would hold you close any time the news were too loud or a bottle of beer had fallen and shattered on the ground. Still you weren’t allowed to leave his home so all the doors leading to the outside world were locked while he was away or at work. And there were these weird long cuts on his shoulders you had managed to take notice of the first time your master had asked you to bathe him. You hadn’t meant to prey upon his naked form, but the task had been so awkward you needed something to focus on to drive the unpleasant thoughts away. The injuries looked deep and the man would close his eyes any time the soap made contact with them. Finally one day you gathered the courage to ask him what had caused the raw scratches. You were messaging his scalp gently, applying jasmine in his roots, trying to soothe his nerves and get to the information.

“ ’S not important. ” K-010 answered lazily while arching his back into your touch. More often than not the male would melt under your care and you couldn’t help but wonder just how lonely it was to be neither a human nor a machine. “She is dead now.” He whispered darkly, secretly hoping it wouldn’t reach your ear, yet it did. “Who is dead?” You questioned him after a while, stroking his wet locks until you heard him moan. You were getting better and better at provoking a reaction from the cyborg and despite knowing it was manipulative and a little devious, he was still the ruthless owner who held your one and only life in his palms. You needed to be sneaky if you wanted a safe, comfortable life.

“My mother.” Kyle added quickly before looking at the blue ceiling, the glossy material copying both of your reflections. The mention of the woman made the sensitive skin of his nape crawl but he kept talking. “The crazy bitch used to beat me every. She even tried to kill me a couple of times.” A slight smile appeared on his full red lips. “It didn’t work out in the end, unfortunately.” So that’s where the cuts were from – he had been violated in his childhood by no other than the person supposed to look after him. You had always hated abusive parents taking advantage of their authority and even now your own imagination made your heart ache at the picture it painted. A small boy being hit over and over until there his whole body was bruised and bloodied. A child with no one to turn to. It didn’t excuse your master’s evil doing but it certainly explained a lot. “Don’t make such a sad face, darling.” He cooed at you, reaching out to pinch your cheek. “I will always be grateful to the Forces since they gave me the power I needed to finally free myself from her grasp. I even buried her myself after everything was said and done.” Kyle grinned from side to side like a little kid waiting to be praised for the picture they had drawn, except now the man was speaking of the way he had murdered his mother. You were at a total loss of words, suddenly too frightened to respond.

“What’s so special about being a human anyways?” The cyborg grumbled, sounding almost offended of the words you still haven’t said but were definitely thinking deep down. You were staring forward unable to draw away from that one crack in the wall, his words flying above your head. Your confusion was interrupted by the man quickly raising to his knees and catching both of your hands with his strong robotized ones. The cold touch of the metal combined with the camouflage of a soft skin was enough to mess your mind even further into the maze that was his dark gaze. Next thing you knew the male had you pinned on the hard ground, spotlessly clean and reeking of abstergent. You tried to squirm away but the hold of your wrists was too tight and strong to even make your struggling worth the trouble. “Just look at how weak you humans are.” K-010 taunted you, smirking teasingly, cruelly, yet there was something desperate in his eyes, something hidden. “You are so fragile I could probably break you if I were to press harder on your flesh.” He whispered into your ear, breathing down your neck as he dug his icy fingers into your collarbone and made you whimper pathetically at the dull pain. “People are foolish creatures, illogical by nature. They try to fight authority yet the moment they are left with a free choice, they find a way to run from their responsibilities.” The cyborg chuckled maliciously while digging his nails further into your skin.

“We might be doomed forever because of our emotions but there is something you fail to consider.” You finally spoke out despite your rapid heartbeat and fear so great it could defeat death herself. The predator already had you in his sharp claws and there was no pointing in playing coy anymore. The worst had come to worst. Your words caught the attention of the half-robot and he licked his lips in anticipation to hear what you had to say. “Unlike the androids we can still experience love. And at the end a life without love is a life wasted in the big picture. We might be mortal but you are the ones waiting to die instead of living.” You spat at the man fiercely, ready to face any punishment he would bestow upon your weak tired body for the sheer honesty. Instead he started laughed maniacally, the sound so loud it hit the ceiling and echoed through the house like a pained scream and so violent his shoulders shook to the sides. For the first time his eyes were glowing in a bright red color so saturated and vivid you couldn’t stand to look at them.

“This is really funny, my little human.” Kyle pronounced carefully, having calmed down. He lowered his head so that his lips were ghosting over yours, just brushing against them. “I belong with neither humans nor robots so why does my chest ache every time I look at you? Tell me, darling, am I in love?” His voice was harsh, husky – as if he was purposely trying to sound evil but the tears in his eyes pointed at another feeling. A raw painful feeling.

You couldn’t reply not only because you had no idea what to say after the confession but also because you couldn’t breathe properly with his pretty, wicked face so close to yours. Your silence only managed to stir the cyborg up further into his madness and he kissed you roughly, hungrily lapping and biting at your lips until they were sore and bruised, the robotic man more than happy to lick the small drops of blood off. For a moment you considered kicking or shouting for help but there wasn’t anyone willing to in the radius of kilometers. No one of significance cared much about the few remaining mortals. “I could never love you.” You uttered weakly, half – heartedly pushing the man away. You were all alone in this and there wasn’t really a point in fighting someone so much bigger and stronger, yet a sad little part of you hoped that Kyle would leave you alone if you made it clear enough just how much his actions were hurting you.

“It’s fine if you don’t love me by choice.” Your master replied calmly in a cold piercing voice. His hands were wandering through your form stopping at your hips to draw them into his. The pretty dress you used to like so much was now crumpled and reeking of him, torn apart from your shivering body and thrown away. You wished you could cry but all the adrenaline had left you too uneasy to process the pain and fear. Kyle whispered in your ear while stroking your hair gently and it made you feel like a trembling sheep before a starved butcher. “I own you, little human.” He placed a small kiss on your hot sensitive neck. “And I have enough love for both of us.”

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ayamturd · 3 years

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YAMS!!!! :D

you already know what's coming. can i get #ffcc33 (sunglow) with c!foolish pls :,) thank you

canary sunglow│foolish g

warnings: none, only fluff (unedited)

pairing: in-game romantic!foolish

a/n: man, i knew uni would be rough, but my god has it been rough. apologies for the delay, earth my beloved, i hope you enjoy <3

‘colors’ m.list

Soft, in the sunset glow, the wind gently caressed your face. While the day was near its end, the life in the field around you held promise of continuation; by the trees and their whispers, and the small stream you sat near, your eyes could close yet sound carry your ears further.

It was a beautiful day to embrace.

Before you could lose yourself to the calls of nature, a sudden brush against your cheek grounded you.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

You smiled, grin wide, and turned to the sweet voice of your lover.

“Do my thoughts amount to a penny for you?”

As the light caught on his golden skin, Foolish’s beam emulating the sun itself, its charm a show of natural beauty and feature.

“I would hope our relationship would grant me some leeway,” he teased, now lowering himself from his kneeled position besides you. You waited as he fully seated himself, giggling when he fell back with an ungraceful grunt from the weight of gravity’s pull.

His deadpan expression made you laugh further, all guilt fictitious once noting the smile he held in his eyes.

“You would hope wrong, then,” you eventually elucidated, a sly smirk drawn on your lips.

With an offended scoff, Foolish pouted childishly, drawing more laughter from you.

Try if he might, he failed to hide his own amusement from the situation, eventually falling into a shared fit that echoed for all to hear. You leaned forwards, allowing your head to collapse against his shoulder. As you were weak in your state, you grasped the fabric of his top pathetically in an attempt to hold yourself together.

Though the original intent fell short of its cause, the effort allowed you to hold him closer than before.

Reaching a point of calm, you paused to gather your breath. A smile adorned your face in a sense of satisfaction, yet it fell slowly once noting the silence that followed. Foolish was suspiciously quiet, suddenly still under your touch as if in deep thought.

It was uncharacteristically worrisome considering how quick the atmosphere changed with his lack of smile.

“Foolish? What is it?”

He didn’t hear you through the fog of his mind, unsettling you further by the possibilities that could lay under feat. You grabbed his arm, and briefly shook it.

“Foolish.”

Jolting from your sudden pull, Foolish blinked repeatedly before taking note of your concern, brows likely furrowed with a tense frown.

He had the audacity to smile sympathetically, as if the worry he raised was nothing more than an accident.

Without loosing eye contact, he began to reach into his satchel slowly.

“So, I know we said no gifts—”

Immediately, you scoffed and let go of his trapped arm, almost throwing the limb roughly from you by his stubborn kindness.

“Don’t you da—”

“—but I couldn’t go on knowing you didn’t have something to commemorate the day with.”

“Foolish, seriously, I meant it when I said…”

There, like many moments in your relationship, he had won the trivial argument before you could say reason.

“For you,” he stated, tone something fearful yet simultaneously confident. Though many could attest to your levels of observation, you could barely register the nerves imbedded in his intentions.

“A rose?”

Foolish hummed, and you moved to take the stem delicately.

“It’s beautiful.”

Like the polished gleam of his lustrous skin, it was only until the light of day caught on the petals’ fickle edge did the face of reality strike you; moreover, with reality brought the carried weight of the precious metal.

“It’s encased in gold?”

Your voice was barely above a whisper, breathless by the affectionate, devoted, gesture in whole. Your finger traced the smooth gloss, the sunglow hue thin yet firm by its resonant promise of solidity.

In truth, the encasing was a show, rather than promise, of love.

“Possibly,” he muttered back, his confirmation drawing tears out of the veracity you easily concluded yourself.

Helpless to the overwhelming emotion of warmth, your gaze shifted between his tender expression and the preserved flower, forever frozen in the precious, melted ore.

“You…”

Words failed you as you choked on a silent sob. Choosing to act in place of speak, you jumped forwards to hug him tightly, with Foolish there to effortlessly hold you in return.

Steady and secure in his arms, you willed yourself to pull away as to cup his face, unfaltering in strives to touch his lips with your own.

A nimble hand propped your chin higher, the other reaching to clean the salty film which unceremoniously fell from closed eyes. You opened them to meet his adored ones, their wet fondness rivaling the tears that filled yours.

“Happy birthday, my love.”

#mcyt x reader #foolish x reader #foolishg x reader #foolish gamers x reader #mcyt imagine #foolish imagines #yams' colors

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mae-gi-writes · 4 years

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Take Me Back | Sunwoo (The Boyz)

Requested by anon! You broke up with Sunwoo because of long distance and he’s hated you ever since. When you meet up after three years, feelings resurface.

Genre: angst, ex to lovers au, enemies to lovers kinda, fluffy ending.

A/N: JESUS i know I said that I don’t have time because I LITERALLY DON’T. So don’t ask me why all this inspiration comes to me when I can’t even sit down to write -- I write on the way to and from work, it’s so sad -- so yeah. I hope you enjoy <3 <3

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Breaking up because of long distance was one of the biggest regrets of your life. The fact that you had to let him go because it was just getting too hard for your heart to cope was, in itself, heartbreaking. But you figured that it could get better, for the both of you, if you moved on with your lives without being tied at the hip with someone that was a continent away.

Except, the moment you had murmured your silent goodbyes, you had broken down into the most horrible, heartbreaking sobs that had ravaged your entire body. You cried and cried and cried, and wouldn't stop. The tears just wouldn't stop even when you told yourself that it was better this way, that he'd find someone better, stronger, it did nothing to ease the burning pain pulling your heartstrings apart.

One thing was for sure, Sunwoo's behaviour made things much easier. He'd grown distant first, curt and cold and isolating you, though you knew deep down it was a way to protect his own heart from the damage you'd inflicted on him.

But then he started ignoring your messages, spoke rudely whenever you did catch him on the phone. While you tried being understanding the first few times, you soon grew frustrated and annoyed that he'd act so childishly. The man you had once loved with all your heart had now been reduced to nothing but someone who kept digging holes into your heart.

You juggled the thought of asking him whether he hated your guts for what you did. You wouldn't judge him. On the contrary, you'd understand.

But you hadn't. Merely because the thought of losing him forever pained you.

Fast forward three years and here you were, sitting in a restaurant with a group of your high school friends, Sunwoo included. He'd nodded curtly at your appearance but did nothing more, causing your heart to squeeze in pain at the nostalgia kicking through your stomach.

"It's been years, Y/N. And you look the same," one of your good friends, Eric, jovially stated with a wink, already down by a few beers.

"Thanks Eric, I'll take that as a compliment."

"Don't go hitting on Sunwoo's ex with him right here," your classmate Raina said, "let's not end this dinner in a fight."

"I don't think Sunwoo minds," you mumbled loud enough for it to reach everyone's ears.

"You're right, I don't care," Sunwoo's voice -- still as deep, still as gorgeously beautiful and rough. An obvious contrast to the iciness of his words like pricks aimed at your heart.

You tried your best to brush off his comment, turning to Raina to ask her about any updates about her love life.

As the night wore on and people fell into deeper conversation, others left with excuses that they had spouses to return to, families waiting for them. Until there's only you and Eric in a corner, with Sunwoo at the bar, chatting up a gorgeous girl that looked like she had just walked out of a magazine spread.

"Still doesn't wanna talk huh?" Eric took a swig of his drink.

You shook your head, "he hates me, Eric."

"No he doesn't."

"Yes, he does.He can't even look at me in the eye without scowling."

"Bollocks. You just don't see it."

"What's there to see?" You scoffed, "if killing me was legal he would've done it ages ago."

Hesitating slightly, Eric takes another swig of his drink before replying, "look, I can't speak for him. But...you'll just have to talk to him yourself."

"Fuck no, I'm not doing that," you crossed your arms over your chest.

"Stubbornness never looked good on anyone."

You pulled out your tongue in response.

"Childish," Eric's eyebrow rose in amusement. Before you could defend yourself though, the said man turned to call out Sunwoo's name and you watched in growing horror as Sunwoo walked over to your table.

"Right," Eric jumped up from his seat as though it was on fire, "Sunwoo, keep her company. I'm off to see my girlfriend."

"What? No--" but Eric was already out of the door before Sunwoo's protests were heard, resulting in an awkward air hanging off your table the moment he turned, causing you to quickly drop your eyes to the beer you were nursing.

"You don't have to stay here," came your mumble.

You felt him shift in his seat before he said, "even if I am, I'm not doing this for you."

"I know," you shot back, gaze flitting up to clash with his mahogany orbs, ones that you remembered held so much love and tenderness before. They were now cold, dark with silent seething anger. You continued, "I know you're not. I never asked you to."

"Then stopping looking at me like that," he snapped, "you of all people should know how tough this is for me."

"Sunwoo, it's been three years--"

"Don't," he cut you off with a hiss, "talk about that."

Rage started to bubble in your stomach, "I don't understand whether you hate me, or whether you’ve just turned into this rude annoying person that nobody can stand.”

He seemed to have been slapped by your statement, stayed silent for a few minutes as he clasped his drink a little tighter.

Knowing Sunwoo, he was probably silently seething from what you'd just said. Your own fingers clenched around your beer, hating how easily he could upset you even after all these years.

When he spoke next, his alto was slightly softer, a little less harsh on you, "I don't hate you."

"Doesn't seem like it to me."

There was a pause in which you managed to recollect your emotions, the anger simmering down to cold remorse at how badly you had left things.

"I'm sorry," you murmured out, avoiding his eyes in case he saw the pain that consumed you, "I know it's not easy for you. It's not easy for me either."

"I don't hate you, Y/N," Sunwoo's alto was gentle this time, without any of the malice of the earlier hour, "I...It just hurts me, every time I see you I can't stop thinking of what we were before. I--" he shifted and you managed to lift your orbs up to his, only to see guilt swimming through his as he choked out, "I miss you."

Emotion tightened your chest. Tears rushed to your eyes, "I miss you too."

You stayed unmoving, your eyes saying everything that your words couldn't. The music boomed around you, filled the empty silence that would've swallowed you whole otherwise.

When you felt your ex-boyfriend move in your peripheral, you glanced at him, noticing for the first time the tired lines around his eyes. What looked like resignation was set on his face.

And then he was pushing his hair back, muttering a string of excuses about how he couldn't do this anymore before he walked right out of the bar, with you gaping at his retreating form.

"Sunwoo! Hey--" you scrambled up to chase after him, stumbling over your feet as you gripped your bag clumsily. Running out into the street to see him already steps ahead of you, you quickly jogged up to his frame, not taking into account the nervous fluttering through your chest.

"Hey, wait! Sunwoo!" You gripped onto his arm and pulled him back. He resisted.

You started blurting things out anyway, desperate to make things right, desperate to take away the pain he felt.

"Sunwoo I'm sorry," you stumbled on as he quickened his stride, "I never--I never meant to hurt you, I-- I thought that it was best for both of us at the time, I didn't--" your words were choked, laced with emotion, "I didn't know how hard it would be."

He stopped so abruptly you almost walked into his back.

His shoulders shook as he spoke, "when we broke up, I couldn't stop thinking. Did I do something wrong? Should I have done more?" He took a breath, "I wasn't living, Y/N. I barely ate. I kept seeing you everywhere I went. It was-- it was horrible," his alto broke at the last word.

You took a step closer. Tentative. Hesitant. Hands tightened into fists.

He continued, "and it never got better. I thought it would. That's what they all said. But three years have passed. Three years and I still feel like I lost the most precious fucking thing in my life and I can't live with myself because of that."

You couldn't feel your heart, which was tightening with pain and sympathy that mirrored his words. Memories of you crying into your pillow as you willed all of your love to disappear, memories of the dull ache stretching across your ribs because you had cried too much.

You opened your mouth, an apology on the tip of your tongue, when Sunwoo swivelled around so fast you barely blinked, his hands finding your shoulders in a tight grip.

"Y/N," His eyes were red and red-rimmed as they searched yours in growing desperation, "look Y/N, what I had-- what we had, I miss that. I miss us. Please, I--" swallowing thickly as his grip tightened on you, he continued, "you can do anything. Anything, Y/N. Break me. Use me. Do whatever the fuck you want but just-- just--" his chest heaved with a shaky inhale, a sob echoing from his throat, "just let me be yours again."

The silence that followed was deafening. You couldn't believe your ears. Your heart beat so loud you felt it vibrate against your ribcage.

His chest heaved, his breaths coming out short and static as he stared at you, waiting, hoping.

There were so many things, so many things you wished to say at this very moment, so many things that you had regretted the moment you had parted ways with this amazing man.

And now, to hear that he wanted you back, that he was still undoubtedly, irrevocably in love with you was enough to bring fresh tears to your eyes as another wave of pure hope crashed through your heart and flooding it with light.

"Y/N," Sunwoo searched your eyes, "say something--"

You did. Jumped up to press your mouth against his.

He stumbled, hands finding purchase at your waist.

And when he kissed you back, all thoughts flew out of your head only to leave Sunwoo's taste engulfing your entire being like you had never stopped loving him from the first day you met.

It was pure, utter bliss. It was like finding the lost lover that had parted ways with you at sea. Sunwoo's mouth was hard on your own as he moved with the same grace, the same fluidity that left you breathless. His grip tightened, fingers sliding under the hem of your shirt to rest on your lower back as sparks ignited beneath your half-closed lids. Everything came crashing back; the memories, the happiness, the giddy excitement that erupted in the form of goosebumps and electrical sizzles over your limbs whenever Sunwoo kissed you.

It had never stopped. And at this very moment, you wondered briefly why you had forced him away when your heart was still irrevocably his.

One hand coming up to cup your jaw, he proceeded to tilt your head back to suckle onto your lower lip, the action causing a gasp to die in your throat while your hands tightened around his neck, pulling him even closer if that was possible.

Sunwoo's chest rumbled with a choked up moan, tongue darting out to meet yours halfway while a soft whimper echoed through your throat. You tried to match his movements, to kiss back as passionately as he was kissing you. But it was almost like Sunwoo was trying his best to make up for all the time you's spent apart, his mouth permanently pressed on yours and when you turned to catch your breath, he kissed your cheek, the corner of your eye, pulling you into him to imprint another kiss at the base of your neck.

You shuddered with emotion, body lighting up on fire and heat pooling through your stomach. Turning your head back until your noses brushed, your breath caught when your eyes locked, for Sunwoo's gaze was one of fierce, intense affection, as though you were something he'd sworn to protect his whole life.

"Don't," his gaze softened, thumb brushing your lower lip, "don’t ever leave me again, I--” his own lips trembled, "I don't know how...how I'll live with myself if you do."

You knew that words were going to be useless at this point, so you just nodded, biting down on your lower lip as he leaned in and dropped a kiss near your temple.

It was weird after so long, to have his body so close and his scent overwhelming your senses, a reminder of many long nights where you'd cuddled up to sleep on his chest. Just the memory made your lips tilt into a soft amile.

That grabbed his attention, "what are you thinking about?" He murmured.

"About you," your soft maroon clash with his intense dark chocolate, "about how stupid it was to have given up on us, because all this time apart feels like a waste. And I feel so stupid."

"It's not your fault Y/N," he smoothed a hand over the side of your head as his gaze softened, "there were so many things working against us. And maybe-- maybe it was right, at this time."

Your head tilted upwards to watch him. You felt his fingers, absentmindedly drumming against your lower back and igniting a line of sparks up your spine.

He continued, "I wouldn't have known, how important you were to me, how you filled up such a major part of my life--Oh shit. You're crying?" He was quick to catch your incoming tear with his thumb, panic flashing through his features, "Y/N? What is it? What did I say?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing I just--I’m so sorry I broke up with you,” you blurted out as silent tears trailed down your cheeks. Shaking your head and looking up into his maroon orbs, you impulsively reached up to cup his face with your hands. Lucky, your subconscious chanted. You were lucky to have someone like him.

"Come here,” You didn’t protest when Sunwoo’s arms tugged you into his broad chest -- was it broader? You felt like it was-- before his head rested atop yours. Another softest of pecks was imprinted atop your forehead, then your nose, before he dipped his head for a chaste kiss upon your mouth.

It felt like a promise. It felt like a message conveyed from him to you, that he wasn’t about to let go, prompted even more when he wound his arms around your frame in a firm, yet gentle hug.

You pillowed your head against his chest, closed your eyes, and counted all your blessings.

You were definitely counting Sunwoo as one. And you’d make sure that you wouldn’t be as foolish as to let go of him ever again.

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Cursed! Part 3 - Gojo Satoru

Part One // Part Two // Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

Synopsis: After running some errands you’re caught off guard by a curse user. Unbeknownst to you, he has something up his sleeve that would mean a fate worse than death to you. How will you get out of this? And what role does your boyfriend - the Satoru Gojo - play in all of this?

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Gojo was already running in the direction where the maniac had disappeared to. Upon hearing you scream he had been momentarily distracted which had given the culprit the opportunity to slip out of his sight. No matter, though. He was no match for him anyway. When Gojo reached the end of the park, though, the veil you had cast sent a jolt of energy through his body, pushing him back and not letting him through. Ugh, not that again! Looked like he was trapped here. That bastard! I swear to God if I ever come across you again, you won’t be laughing anymore, Satoru thought. A sick grin spread across his face as he thought of all the ways he could make that pathetic excuse of a man cry and beg him to show mercy. He wouldn’t though. That thought made him smile even more until…

Something shattered against his limitless technique. Well, not just something. It was a surge of pure cursed energy perfectly aimed and concentrated. The sheer force of the blast had his feet slipping slightly and any normal opponent would’ve been swept off their feet completely. Gojo turned around to see where the hit had come from, but the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach already told him everything he didn’t want to know. The flowing cursed energy in the air, that perfectly aimed hit… it all led to one person and person only. You.

Another hit. This time he saw the bright flash of a glowing arrow connecting and disrupting on the outside of his protective infinity shield.

What the hell were you doing?

Another hit. The force of the blasts was increasing and Gojo sucked in air through his gritted teeth.

“Y/N, what the hell?! Stop hitting me!” Gojo complained, though, dread was spreading throughout his whole body. He could only hope that his suspicion was false. No, he forced himself to think it was false.

No way in hell, no way, no way. No. Fucking. Way.

“You should’ve run when you still could.” Your voice echoed off the trees in the confined space. Gojo had his back turned to the veil, trapping him like a mouse. He had yet to see your face. Your cursed energy was concentrated in a tree to his right. You must’ve climbed up there when you last hit him with one of your arrows made out of light and cursed energy. As if to prove him right – though, of course he was right – multiple arrows flew out of the tree crown, hitting and exploding upon impact. “I can’t stop, Gojo. I’m sorry, but I can’t stop.” Your quiet sobs reached his ears and he could feel his heart dropping to his stomach, slowly and painfully being digested by his stomach acid.

Finally, you jumped off the tree branch you’d been sitting on, landing on your feet gracefully and even in a situation like this, Gojo couldn’t help but admire you. Your eyes were bloodshot, red from crying so much. Your whole body shook with the force of you weeping and sobbing as a glowing sword materialized out of thin air, perfectly fitting in your hand.

Gojo didn’t say anything, he already knew what was going on. A bitter laugh escaped his parted lips. That fucking bastard. He had to hand it to him, though. It was one hell of a plan. Having you kill him or forcing him to kill you. Either way, it was a fight without victory.

“Satoru,” Your voice was earnest, pleading. “You have to do it! Please, you have to!” Your mouth was telling him one thing, but your body was acting on its own accord, swinging the sword with murderous precision at your sides. “It’s okay, I promise. Please! It has to be you!”

Were you seriously asking him to kill you?

“It’s fine, as long as I have my shield, you can’t touch me anyways. The veil won’t hold forever, that’s impossible. We just have to wait until someone from the college notices and helps with backup, then we’ll kill that sleazy bastard and the curse will be lifted. Simple, right? So don’t panic, it’s going to be alright,” Gojo tried to reason, voice calm and collected despite him being more anxious than he cared to admit. Even to himself.

But it wasn’t going to be alright. Of course not. The curse user had planned it all out to the latter. He anticipated his own death already, but not before one of you would die as well.

“No, no, no,” you shook your head as if you could shake the impending words out of your mind. “I – I won’t. No. No!” Your eyes met Gojo’s which were blown wide in horror upon seeing you like this. The sight hurt more than any physical attack ever could.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, though, he doubted he wanted to know.

“The… The trump card. Do you remember my trump card? The one I was never able to master?”

Of course he did. He was the one who egged you on to perfect the technique after all. Gojo nodded slowly. A big lump already forming in his throat, while his mind raced a thousand miles per minute, already planning out different scenarios.

“Well, he wants me to use it.” For a brief moment your eyes seemed to lose their murderous intent. “Please, Gojo, you have to do it. Now! I don’t know how much longer I can fight it!”

You lifted your sword in the air, pure cursed energy surging through your body, concentrating at the very tip of your sword. Though, everything within you willed you to strike him in the heart or cut his head off, you forced your arm to aim for his leg instead. It wouldn’t make contact with him anyway… or so you thought.

“Gojo! Gojo, what the hell?!” You screamed at the top of your lungs. Did he really just release his cursed technique? Why?! Why would he do that?! “You idiot! You idiot!” The sword in your hand shrunk down to a small but deathly dagger as you watched the blood spilling from the wound in his leg. Gojo stumbled and fell to the ground, grunting in pain, but he tried to keep his expression as neutral as possible. For your sake, you knew that. He must’ve been in tremendous pain right now. Your body moved on its own, hovering above him, dagger slightly raised above his heart. Tears spilled from your waterline, blurring your vision as you saw the adoring smile on his face. “You idiot! Put it back on! Put it back on!” You screamed. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. No. He wasn’t the one who was supposed to die.

It should be me. It should be me! Dammit!

Your body shook with your sobs, hand with the dagger inching closer to where it wanted to connect. You forced ever fiber of your being, ever cell in your body to stop, but nothing worked. Your body didn’t listen to any of your commands. All you could do was watch as the dagger inched closer and closer. “Gojo, please!” You begged. What was he doing? Why wasn’t he doing anything?! “Do something!!!”

Unexpectedly he reached forward, thumb brushing over your cheek affectionately and wiping away the tears from under your eyes. “I promised to protect you, didn’t I? This way I’m dying willingly. You don’t have to feel bad about it. I won’t force you to use your trump card and feel guilty for it for the rest of your life.” His hand still lingered on your cheek, the warmth of it flowing through your freezing body. “It’s okay, Y/N, I promise!”

“No, please don’t!” But you couldn’t keep your hand from moving forward…

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lostinwildflowers · 3 years

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A Tender Moment

Levi Ackerman x Reader

Summary:

Word Count: 0.9K

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, um maybe some slight S4 spoilers

A/N: MY LOVE I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS!!! I'm so sorry it took forever to complete, I finally got into the right headspace for doing a request like this!! Thank you so so much for participating in my event and pushing me to write<3 MWAH :) -Birch<3

Night was falling as the Scouts set up camp on the beach, small tents popping up to prepare for the long night. You could hear the quiet shouts of soldiers from where you stood on the port.

You were alone. Your tent had been set up by some of the other Scouts, as they had so kindly offered to get it set up for you.

There you stood looking out across the vast, dark blue ocean. Your eyes watch the horizon and you catch a glimpse of a single gull floating on the thermal drafts high above the water.

You couldn't help the melancholy feeling that rests in your chest and shoulders, the tension that you had had with Levi stuck at the front of your mind.

Your fiance was beyond selfless, and sometimes it was infuriating that he couldn't be selfish one last time. You didn't understand why he wouldn't just call off the mission and accept the fate of Eren's actions and not carry through with the mission.

All you can hear is the crashing of waves on the shore, the water slamming against the rocks loudly as the moon rose in the sky. Your bare feet were dug into the soft sand under you, toes digging in as a way to ground yourself.

You could barely register the sound of bare feet slapping against the sand, as you were so lost in your own thoughts about the upcoming mission.

A gentle hand on your shoulder is what alerts you of Levi's presence. It was delicate, his fingers barely brushing the tip of your shoulder before allowing his hand to slide around your back, tracing the neck of your shirt.

"You know you shouldn't be out here alone," Levi said softly, his voice echoing hollowly in your head. The scoff that leaves your lips is harsh, loud, and abrasive against the quiet of the night.

You see Levi step around in front of you, his eyes narrowing in concern as he regards your figure. His gunmetal gray eyes latch onto your own (colored) ones, silently asking if you were all right.

As you look over at your fiance, you can't help but feel hurt and say, "Really? You have no idea why I wanted to be alone? How about the fact that you couldn't be selfish for one damn time and now I don't even know if we're going to survive tomorrow?"

Silence is your only answer, and you can't help the sinking feeling that blooms in your stomach. Levi's hands find their place on your shoulders, a silent plea to let him explain himself.

"Y/n, you know this is bigger than both of us, you know this is bigger than our relationship. Our entire race is on the brink of extinction because of Eren Yeager. So no. We might not survive tomorrow, but we damn well are going to try."

Levi's words make you recoil, your body flinching back as your feet rip out of the sand. You can feel the hurt building up inside as you exclaim, "But that doesn't mean we have to give our lives up because Eren made a mess of our world. His actions are not my fault."

As tears well in your eyes, Levi wraps his arms around you, pulling you delicately close to his chest. He whispers quietly into your ear, "I know, my love. I know."

A broken and heart-wrenching sob rips its way out of your throat, and you find yourself burying your face in Levi's warm and inviting chest.

"It's not fair, Levi," you cry, your own arms wrapping around Levi's torso in consolidation. A heavy sigh leaves Levi's lips as he presses a soft kiss against the temple of your forehead, lingering just for a second before murmuring, "I love you. So much."

A moment passes, the two of you wrapped in each other's arms as the moon casts its blue light across the dunes on the beach. Levi's heart breaks at the sound of your sobs, and he can't help but curse that he can't change the actions of a single-minded teenager.

In one last attempt to ease your sadness, Levi prompts, "Let's make the most of our night together. It very well may be our last, so let's make it count."

At that he pulls away, letting his hands capture your own as he tugs you towards the moving water. A gasp leaves your lips as the cool water from the ocean flits around your ankles and toes, a laugh falling from your lips just a second afterward.

"Levi, this water's freezing," you squeal as you grab onto him, hands finding stability on the edges of his cloak and waist. A rare but sweet smile graces Levi's lips as he watches you, his eyes softening as he sees you relax from your prior stress.

Levi gets a wave of boldness for a second, kicking one foot through the water to splash at you, coating the bottom half of your pants. A scream falls from your lips as the cold encompasses you, and you immediately retaliate by reaching down with one hand to flick water back at him.

With the moon shining down on the two of you, you and your fiance enjoy the last night you might ever have on the island. Neither of you knew what tomorrow was going to bring, but the two of you knew that you found constants in each other. And that was enough for the two of you to step foot on the airship the following morning, hand in hand as your future awaits you.

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Hey, just wanted to say that I love your fic “the Animal in Him”! Hope there will be a part two soon, but no pressure! Have a great day!

The Animal in Him (Part Two)

pairing: levi x fem!reader I nsfw

word count: 1790

summary: after levi got you all dirty, it's time he got you clean again, but your asshole is just too tempting

warnings: anal, rough sex, dirtytalk, swearing, semi-public sex, sub x dom, double penetration (fingers and dick)

authors note: every time i write another story about levi, it feels like i'm coming home. i love this man, best husbando forever and i wish he would do all these things to me. anyway, i hope you like part 2 of "The Animal in Him" (and i'm glad you like the fanfic so much <3)

all credits to the artist of this pic:

unfortunately i do not know who it is from

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"Spread them wider, pet".

You moan softly as your hands dig deeper into the fat of your butt and you spread your ass cheeks. The warm water puddles on your back and runs along your curves. Single drops make their way through the mounds you're pulling apart, mixing with the rest of Levi's juice still running out of your asshole.

"Mmm, that looks so good," Levi murmurs behind you, licking his lips. You look down over your shoulders at him. Crouching behind you, his wet hair sticking to his forehead, he eyes the most intimate corners of your body, surveying the rest of his work from a moment ago. His silver eyes sparkle up at you before one of his fingers finds its way to your little hole. Goosebumps overtake your body as he gently massages the brim and you bite your lip to stifle your moan. You lean your head back against the cold tiles and press your cheek against them. A long moan comes from between your lips as his finger penetrates you, starting at the first knuckle and then continuing. "Still stretched so nice for me, pet". Your tight walls twitch at his words, causing Levi to moan as well, "Fuck." His finger strokes along your insides, pushing his remaining cum deep inside you again. With an ease he slides a second finger to the other. Your legs start to shake and you try to hold onto the wall so you don't collapse. With slow movements, Levi fucks your asshole, occasionally spreading his fingers to massage your core. His hard cock drips at the sight of it and he swallows hard.

"Please ... Please fuck me." His fingers inside you feel so incredibly good, but you need more pressure. Your cunt is still swollen from the fuck a moment ago and your clit is begging for touch so your body can finally come. Your limbs tingle and your lower body throbs uncomfortably. The desire to finally be filled by him again grows and makes your head buzz.

"So you want me to fuck you, huh? Such a good pet," at these words he pulls out of you, making you moan. His big body straightens up behind you and your back pushes through. You claw into the wet wall beneath you as you present your ass to him. His eyes meet yours briefly and you see how dark they have become again. His pupils have exploded like they did earlier in the stall, making him look animalistic. His fat cock stands from him and twitches slightly, the head glistening like a pearl. He grips it and steps closer to you, rubbing along between the lips of your cunt and smearing your juice.

Just as he is about to enter you, the door to the men's washroom opens. You freeze in your movements and look at him in shock. You freeze in your movements and look at him in shock. Actually, Levi's plan had been to finish with you before the rest of the cadets got back from training, but someone threw a wrench in his works. He strains, trying to make out who it is over the splashing of your shower water, to tell them to fuck off. He meets your gaze and panic overcomes you as a smirk settles on his lips. It's convenient, of course. Footsteps move across the tiles before the curtain of the booth next to you is pulled closed and the water starts up there.

Levi leans over to you and puts his lips to your ears, "Guess who this is." A soft laugh comes from him before he pushes forward at the sound of the other shower and penetrates you, splitting you open. Your cunt sucks him up greedily and it feels like he's being sucked forward. You whimper softly and squeeze your eyes shut.

"Fuck, how can you be so tight again?" You press your hand over your mouth and moan into it as he digs forward, finally arriving at your cervix. He fits into you so perfectly, as always, as if he was made to fuck you. His thick cock fills you completely, each of his veins laying perfectly into the spongy structure inside you, and as he moves, his heavy, full balls slap against your clit at just the right angle. Each thrust from him, leaves you jerking up and moaning. Your voice and soft whimpers mix with the splashing of the shower water, forming a symphony in his ears. His big hands grip your waist to keep you in place in front of him and he increases his speed and strength. Inwardly, you hope the neighbour next door doesn't hear. Fortunately, he starts humming softly, which further overshadows your noises.

Each of Levi's thrusts is deep and hits every spot with relish. He fucks you against the cold tile wall while the blonde man showers on the other side. A knot slowly builds in your stomach and you shamelessly press against him to create more friction.

All at once, the nice feeling is gone and the familiar emptiness spreads through you. Just as you're about to complain, you feel a pressure on your asshole. Levi's cock presses into that hole, stretching it open nicely as well. "You didn't really think I wasn't going to fuck it again. Especially with Erwin on the other side of this wall," he moans in your ear, clawing into your flesh. "Fuck, it feels so good. I regret that we didn't do this sooner." His balls tighten and he clenches his teeth. So nice and tight, he's about to cum again. The still unfamiliar feeling spreads back inside you. The mixture of pleasure and the uncomfortable feeling of having to relieve form a diabolical mix that leaves your cunt dripping with envy.

"Please fuck my other hole again. Please fuck my pussy," you whisper under him, squirming back and forth. Tears form in your eyes. You desperately need to cum, your body is driving you crazy. But Levi wouldn't dream of letting your asshole go. Instead, he bends over your back and lets one of his hands wander between your legs. His long fingers find your warm hole and he presses three of his fingers into you at once. You moan loudly and roll your eyes. They dig deep into your skull as Levi finds a good rhythm to fuck both of your holes at the same time.

"Mmm, you like it when I fuck your cunt at the same time?" he murmurs behind you, watching the change in your face. Wrinkles form between your closed eyes as saliva runs from your slightly parted lips. The sight makes him moan and he hopes Erwin heard him. He presses deeper into you, "You're so dirty, no shower will help."

Your legs soften and you drop all your weight against the now warm shower wall. Again, a knot appears in your lower stomach area. The feeling of being filled like this is sinful. The stretching of your asshole blends beautifully with the massaging of your soft walls by his fingers. They keep pressing against the point below your navel and you lose your last connection to the earth.

"What were you thinking just now when we came back and my cum was squeezing out of you with every move you made?" vibrates Levi's dark voice behind you. His jaw tenses as he worships you like you're his goddess. He has to pull himself together hard to keep from cumming at the sight of you and the sounds you make because of him. "The others must have seen what a whore you are". You get a little louder at the word and squirm under him again. Once more, you hope that the shower drowns out your noises and that no one hears you. "How I wish I had told Erwin that your asshole was filled to the top with my cum. He probably would have wanted to fuck you anyway and you probably would have still let him." That thought drives you crazy. The knot inside you tightens and tightens, and the tears that have been pooling in the corners of your eyes begin to roll down your cheeks. They mix with the wetness of the water wetting your body. "Maybe I should just tell him now".

"No, you shouldn't?" you whisper, your lips trembling, your voice shaking.

"What is that supposed to be, a question?" He hit the nail on the head. In truth, you would never let Erwin touch you, but the thought brings you closer and closer to your climax. Again, your walls tighten, making Levi curse, "Fuck, tighten up even more, pet. Your walls are milking me at the thought of him shooting his cum to mine. You like that thought?" You moan under him and sob, "Should we just pull the curtain away and go to him? Should I show him what a good whore you are?"

"I'm so close to cumming, Levi." He ignores your statement and your crying and a brutal thrust hits the inside of your ass, "Look at me, pet."

Your tired body starts to move and you turn so that your eyes meet. Both of your holes flutter as you see his half-closed eyes. Deep black hits your soul and you seem to lose yourself in him. Fittingly, his dark strands spread wildly across his forehead, water dripping down from some of the tips and hitting your body. A deep sound comes from his throat as he feels your insides pulsing, "Come".

With that little word, your body explodes beneath him. He clings to your petite body beneath him and fucks you for as long as he can, through your orgasm before your hot body brings him to release as well. His cock pumps itself empty in your asshole and fills it to the brim again. Your bodies work against each other. Your voice is way too loud and Levi purposely pulls your hand away from your mouth so you can echo around the room. The humming in the booth next to you stops, but you can't stop screaming your head off. Again and again Levi's name resounds through the washroom and it fires him with pride to make you come like this next to his commander. This continues until you come down from your high. Levi pulls out of you and takes you in his arms, slithering down the wet tiles with you like this before you sit on the floor. His full lips settle on yours for a brief moment before moving to your jaw, "I'm looking forward to the next time Erwin looks at your ass." If that's the consequence, so are you.

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