#i'm home to lick my wounds and then i'll be on to make myself feel better

[vullcanica]

happy 'eat shit and die on the ice' weather!

[running-with-kn1ves]

Desperation

A/N: I wrote something very similar to this with the Belsire previously but I couldn't help myself 🙏

Belsire: male equivalent to the Beldam (Coraline)

CW: kidnapping, manipulation, sewing needles

A beautiful lullaby hummed against your ear, fog-like breath both chilly and thick caressed against its shell.

You never imagined that he could sew; sure, he was keen to cook you extravagant dinners, you never saw him clean despite the crooked house always spotless, and the clothes that were put in your drawers were consistently washed-- but such delicate needlework? You didn't think the creature had it in him. His fingers seemed made for it though, long and spindly and black at the tips, they held the needle at a fine point, without having to lick the end of the thread before putting it through the eye.

"Stab the needle through the eye....wrap two knots around the tongue, and pull it out the mouth."

His low, rasped voice was unlike anything you've heard from the men in the "real" world. Its croaky demure made sound as if his vocal chords were on the brink of snapping. It was very few and far between that his voice resounded throughout the house in a thunder-like boom.

Tonight, was not one of those nights. Not unless you made an effort to wrangle out of between his stick-like forearms in the wooden chair and began yelling ungrateful spiels whilst staying in HIS house. He said it was yours-- your "other home," but since the gateway tunnel back to your original 1-bedroom apartment became nothing but sturdy drywall with a key hole, its been his. It was always his, you were just too blind to see past the beautiful illusions built for you.

"Just like that... mending is simple work."

You feel his left hand, the one once holding your torn cardigan steady, reach up to lay a cold finger beneath your chin. It rubs back and forth, relishing in the warmth of your throat, the soft flesh between your jaw and jugular.

The Belsire seemed to enjoy running his smooth, icy digits along your naked skin, brushing from side to side, up and down to dip against your collar bone. He relished your warm-bloodedness from how often he took advantage of it. It was a wild contrast to his ever-frozen, rigid body draped in fine blacks and bruised shadows.

"C-can you show me again?" You plead, hoping the end of this activity wouldn't be the finale before your demise. Each time you have one of these "bonding" sessions the Belsire encourages you to entertain him with, you anticipate it being your last.

Each day you wait and wait... wondering if he's hungry again, if it'll hurt, if you'll make one more frustrated comment away that'll make him snap and pick your bones clean.

"Again..?" He tapped thrice on your neck, a twitching habit that sent cold shocks through you. "Why don't you try it yourself this time, dear?"

The sweet, affectionate name oozing from his lips was unnatural-- and yet, perfectly normal for the creature of love seduction. How many had fallen for that same adoring title, only to find themselves now locked in his stomach?

You couldn't tell anymore what was genuine adoration, or a disturbing method at getting you to put your guard down. When he was angry with you, for hiding or attempting another escapade to get back home,  'dear' transformed to spits of "insolent one" and "maddening human", at the very least. On his worst days you were a bewitching, dimwitted little creature too stupid to be let free- better off in his hands if not crunched between his teeth.

"I'm not too sure, I might..accidentally stab myself with the needle, you know?"

You shrug in feigned helplessness, hoping your lack of enthusiasm wouldn't tick him closer to the dark side.

"If you do, then I'll lick your wound and we can start again. Give it a try, won't you? I've seen your work on my coats," he mumbles lowly at the rest of his comments, "and that damned quilt you seem keen to keep."

He muses at the mention of your skilled handiwork you sneak to do when he's gone away at "none of your concern" events. However he knew of your activities in this prison cell while he was out didn't surprise you; the house had eyes, in places you'd rather not think of.

You took the needle from within his delicate grasp, mahogany red thread swinging loose and ready to be tightly wound in your wine colored cardigan.

You copy the movements he had done a million times, though you really weren't watching when he had. It was hard to concentrate with your body shivering, waiting for a sharp dagger or set of teeth to find it's way buried in your back.

The Belsire seems to ease up as you begin to complete the torn cardigan hole, placing two abnormally long hands upon the sides of your shoulders.

"Don't move," he grumbles, almost annoyed at the idea. "Smooth and quite warm... I never understood the pleasure of keeping food around longer than it's due date. But you, little button... why, you're almost opening a soft spot inside of me.."

You didn't like the sound of that. A soft spot within him would certainly be something he sought to squash.

"Are you sure you want a soft spot? I'm not even sure where that would be."

You almost laugh at your own joke, imagining his crisp limbs deflated. If you were making a soft spot, you best keep at making it grow.

"It seems you force it in me, whether I like it or not. I enjoy having you to myself, to come home to... even if the idea that you're taking part of me, is... infuriating."

The Belsire leans deeper into you, pressing the inside of his thighs against yours, craning his neck downward.

"The unfortunate part is, I think I may fall apart if you disappear."

You see the looks he gives from the corner of your eye; dark, empty buttons staring into you, awaiting your reaction. Was this another attempt to swoon you?

"Then I guess that means you can't eat me."

You sigh, hoping he'd agree. And oddly enough, he cracks a grin.

"I guess not. Though, don't hold your breath. I can't make any promises as to what my temper will lead to." The bridge of his nose is uncharacteristically pressed against your cheek, black dots boring holes into you. "On the topic, I'd be less inclined to eat you if you accepted my present..."

You round off the last bit of stitching, only to see an all too familiar velvet box on your left. It was open, music box playing a soft melody as a range of colors and sizes in buttons were available to view.

"I... I still can't, give you an answer." You go back to tying an end to the thread, praying for the Belsire's eerily calm mood to stay uninterrupted.

He goes quiet, habitually running a thumb down the shell of your ear. The chill was almost welcoming, soft flesh touching your heated one. It felt... genuine, a form of physical affection that was done for his pleasure more than your own. It would be comforting, if you weren't waiting for him to explode.

"I expected as much," he calmly huffs, shutting the box with a single finger. Its harsh snap made you drop the thread. "But you can't expect me to wait forever; you aren't going home. You will remain here, either as my slave, or my spouse. The difference is whether I have to force these buttons on you, or you take them willingly."

"I.. I just need a little more time. I haven't-- I'm not-- done adjusting. I'm not used to this world, like you."

You've given up pleading; for all you knew, there was no way back home that either of you could conjure. This was your fate.

Like a doll he dressed and cleaned and made a perfect dollhouse for, you were to sit here and provide him the comfort he could not create on his own. Like a god, creating his creatures of free will, he relished in the uniqueness you offered without him having to fabricate it first, the obedience you gave from fear in your own desire rather than a direct command.

A long silence left the air hanging stagnant, your patchwork sitting in front of you, finished and yet not quite the same as it once was. Why couldn't you go to the store and buy a new one, spend frivolous money and speak to the miserable cashier that reminded you humanity was still alive?

"...Fine. But not much longer, my sweet button...this-- mortal flesh still tying you to your world, has kept me at a distance I do not wish to stand at." A soft kiss, from creased, inexperienced lips touched the top of your cheekbone. "I want you for myself... I don't like not getting the things I want. And, I want you far more desperately than I imagined."

His voice was stoic, gentle and logical despite the romantic lines that were fed to you. Spindly fingers pulled back pieces of your hair, caressing the skin on your face with soft strokes. Like a human would do to an animal, running his knuckles against your cheek and his fingertips along your jaw.

Just a simple touch and turn of your chin was all it took to make you look at him.

"Don't make me wait. I will have you, and I want it to be because you will it. Please, don't make me do what neither of us want."

His tongue was warmer than his touch, somehow. Maybe it led to his even warmer heart, but you doubted it. Even with the way both his large, balmy palms were gripping beside your ears, pulling your face to touch his in a dance of lips and stolen breath, you wondered if this was just another web of lies spun to create your damnation.

But the desperation in how he swallowed you whole, pulling your hands away from the touchy needlework he was once keen on making you finish-- there was something human about it all, something touchy and irritable and obsessive. If he wanted you desperately then, you could only imagine how horribly ridden he was now, feeling your warmth as he made you colder with his hands and wrists, him never changing.

You peeked an eye open, wondering if those buttons stayed all-seeing, all watching, even when you kissed.

[xxventiswindblumexx]

@hitomisuzuya and I spend all night coming up with the most vile feral head canons for Xiao, Scaramouche, and Venti! I'll like to add to it and post it for everyone! I'll be making a fic later for it too 🤭

⚠Warnings⚠:Feral activity, predator and prey dynamic, heat/ruts, biting, marking, animalistic characteristics, breeding kink, pregnancy mentions, dub-con/non-con, absolutely filthy

𓁹Adeptus Xiao𓁹

The poor Adeptus already had trouble dealing with his feelings, now imagine that but triple the damage.

Zhongli had fed Xiao a type of herb that made him revert into a more animalistic state of mind, he wanted to test a few things out

Of course in this state of mind Xiao is too dangerous not to have in a collar and chain, Zhonglis gloves hand kept a firm grip on the end of it to prevent Xiaos escape, the Adeptus often pulled, growled and scratched at it

Curious on if Xiao could have offspring since he never seen the male try, he would innocently send word for Y/N to come visit him, that he had so em thing important to talk of.

While talking over tea he had Xiao in the other room hidden, he had slipped Aphrodisiacs into your tea, strong ones so I wouldn't take long before your slumped in your seat, face heating up and slightly panting.

"Are you alright Y/N? You look a little.. Sick? " he asked innocently as he sipped his own tea to hide his smile of amusement, once you could no longer give coherent answers he chuckled and place his tea cup down

"Perfect, absolutely perfect. I'm sure your supple body will do just fine with Xiao" pulling you into his lap as his gloved hands trace your now over heating body, panting and whining at his touches

"Yes, you'll do nicely, and if I'm not mistaken you're quite fertile too, I've been hoping to find such a sweet mate for him" his eyes glowing slightly as his fangs graze your neck "I could almost mark you myself but, that would ruin my whole experiment. Come, you must see Xiao"

Bringing you to Xiao and placing you just outside his reach, he thought of tying you down but in this state you had no energy to fight the hormonal Adeptus so be a good girl and offer yourself to him, makes it easier and less painful to have a willing mate" he says as you could only whine, the whine plus your scent was driving the Adeptus mad, growling, biting and clawing at his collar even more, almost breaking lose.

Once Zhongli was situated at his chair with the chain in hand he undid the hook from his collar, unleashing the Adeptus onto poor Y/N

The Adeptus pinned the other down under him onto her stomach, his claws ripping her clothing, exposing her hot flesh causing you to sigh in slight relief

His mouth attacking your neck leaving love bites and mate marking as his claws dragged themselves down her body lightly leaving light marks.

Any time you wiggled rather it was to try getting away or just out on pleasure he would only growl lowly and force you back in place

His throbbing cock slammed into your dripping hole, he let out a loud groan as your moans was drowned out by his animalistic sounds.

Let's just say he wasn't going to let go of you until you become pregnant with his offspring

And once you do he wasn't going to let anyone near you, if Zhongli even attempted to check on you he would his a deep bite on his hand, Zhongli should've expected it, brushing off what normally would be a hand breaking wound for a mortal.

During your pregnancy he would pace around the shared room, the over territorial Adeptus made sure no one came onto his territory or near his mate.

Any whines you made from being sore or over all pregnancy pains he would be immediately by your side, licking his marks and kissing over them in an apologetic manner.

He often 'hunted' food, unfortunately Zhongli still couldn't let Xiao out of this home, he would be too dangerous to the public so he would often leave out food so I gave Xiao the feeling of hunting at least.

He would share his food always, no matter how much you already ate he would always split his remaining food with you

He would often run his fingers through your hair to calm and groom you.

Xiao is over all a very attentive mate, rough at first but will sacrifice for you.

⚡︎Scaramouche⚡︎

Scaramouche was at the mercy of Dottore, after being injected with a strong syrum and let him lose in his testing room, slowly watching the short raging puppet turn into a silent, shaky one.

He needed to test more so he called for Scaras assistant who was confused on where her Harbinger had went to.

"Here you look tired, I'm sure we will find him soon, just drink up and I'll get to it" he said so calmly, you should've known better then to drink anything from the Doctor.

After drinking what you thought was some water your face started to get hotter, your body reacting to the well hidden aphrodisiac

Once your eyes glazed over in lust he manages to guide you into the room before observing in the other room, looking through a two way mirror.

Scaramouche almost ran for you but clenched his fists annoyed, he's straining to hold himself back but once you're up against him, begging for his attention he wouldn't be able to hold himself

Forcing you down as he still manages to degrade you "You're such a slut, it's no wonder you're picked for this. Have you always thought of me with that filthy fucking mind of yours? "

He wouldn't take long before getting his cock shoved into your hole earning an excited squeal

(Head canon for a friend! 🤭) He would pull at your blonde hair harshly as his thrusts showed no mercy. "At least your hair is useful for more then just a damn warning on your IQ" he hissed as his hips rocks harsher

His hands soon gripping your hips as his hips falter, his cock twitching, cursing as he was getting closer.

Your release couldn't have come at a better time because Archons know if he would've allowed you to cum after him, a thick ring of white on the base of his cock only served to drive him over the edge, filling you full.

His electric purple eyes would shoot daggers at the Doctor if he dared to try prying you two apart, his more primal instincts would assume he would take his mate away.

Your neck and body littered with hickeys but most importantly his electro mark.

Once you started to show on pregnancy his hands never left your belly, cuddling from behind as they felt your belly swell.

Anytime the doctor came to check on you two or provide food he was always on the defensive, guarding you like an angry cat, hissing and even biting at him if he got too close.

He was a more lazy mate compared to Xiao, instead of making rounds to protect his territory he often just laid with you.

����Venti𖤍

Albedo asked the bard if he could sample a special potion for him, and without asking or thinking of course Venti downs it because nothing can hurt him, he's an Archon so why even bother being careful

Well he didn't expect this effect

After being observed and noted on for almost an hour, his arousal grew, causing the bard to be whiny and annoying to the Alchemist, however he had research to do and couldn't just dismiss him, so Venti dismissed himself!

When the Alchemist looked away for a moment he would notice the bard had disappeared like the wind, he would look for him but of course he wouldn't be able to find him.

Venti is already on his way to find a special someone, this aphrodisiac brought the more feral side of him, he wanted nothing more then to just breed you right then and there when he noticed your soft smile as you spoke to Captain Keaya.

His jealousy grew, if the green eyed monster was a person it was Venti.

Of course he was stride over and wrap his arms around you, whining some as his eyes shared a glare to the captain that was far from his normal behavior

Luckily for Kaeya since he knew ventis identity he wasn't about to just play with his life here, sayo g his goodbyes before leaving the two of you alone

"What was that? I hope I didn't say anything" oh so innocent, not one bit aware of your overly jealous and arousal Archon lover giving the captain the scare of a life time

Oh how he will ruin you tonight

And like he thought out in his mind the whole time he's dragging you home, he would see your beautiful eyes looking up at him with tears as his cock slams back into you, he's already came twice as well as you but his Archon stamina never faltered.

Whining and groaning "oh my muse you feel so good, so tight~"

He praised his mate as he continues to pound into them through the night, only ever stopping once the sun started to peek over the mountains.

When you gotten pregnant it was definitely a shock for him, he really didn't think your soft mortal body could bare a child of an Archon, but he wasn't complaining.

Constantly rubbing your swollen belly, giving your neck kisses and huming tunes to you.

He would always sing you to sleep when you had trouble, always finding the freshest apples and cutting them for you, and whenever it got too hot his winds would cool you down easily

Unlike the other two he didn't have to worry about someone interfering with his mate

However if Zhongli did try to visit on this rare occasion he would definitely keep a wing over you, only ever using his Archon form to try an intimidate the other Archon who honestly could care less on that.

Venti is a mix of the other two, he's very attentive but also very lazy as well.

That's what I have for this part! I can make other parts upon requested! 😌

[ivystoryweaver]

Decadent chapter 12

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Summary: Miguel loves you, but will he actually feed and accept himself the way you do?

Pairings: Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Content: nsfw, 18+ , cursing, blood consumption, scratching, wounds, dry humping, hand job, p in v, self-worth probs, not beta'd

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“You love me?” He whispered, his eyes wide as his lungs tripped over the next few breaths he attempted to take.

“Yes,” you tearfully laughed out. “Yes, isn’t it obvious? I love you so much.”

Miguel’s eyes glistened as he touched his forehead to yours. “I wasn’t sure. I could only hope that this was more than just…” Pressing a sweet kiss to your mouth, he stopped his own rambling. “I love you too.”

This was it.

Miguel had actually agreed to feed.

You were alone with him, in the lab. You had drawn blood from your own arm (not in his presence) and Miguel was going to drink it, still warm and fresh.

He didn't want you to be hurt or cut, so this was what he was willing to try. And he worried that if he was near you while the blood was being drawn, that the temptation to....well - attack you? Might present itself.

As soon as you handed him the container of blood, his eyes flashed bright red and he jerked it out of your grasp.

"Do you have to watch me do this?" He asked, his lips pulling into a pout.

"Clinically, yes - "

You didn't need to say more before he drank the whole thing in one greedy gulp. When he was done, he set the container down and licked his lips clean, his hungry eyes finding yours.

"I know it's probably not enough, but we can do it again," you explained to him, stepping closer to examine him. "How are you feeling?"

"No, stay back," he warned, pushing off the stool he'd been resting on. Holding his hands out warningly, he put several feet of distance between the two of you. "That was just enough to make things better and worse. I'm really hungry right now, mi corazón. You should probably go."

"Let me draw some more blood, okay?" You proposed. "Just...wait in your office and I'll do it here and then - "

"No, not yet. I don't want to take too much too fast."

"It's ok, I only took about 250 cc's. I can still do about another 300. Then in a few days, I can do more," you explained. "And if we need to find another source, then that's what we'll do. We have to get you better."

He listened to you. He actually listened. You drew more blood and presented it to him. It was the maximum amount you should take from yourself for probably the next 3 days. Ish.

So you and Miguel formed a plan. He was going to take a few days off and try to stay home to see how he felt. The blood should make him stronger, but also hungrier, at least for now. He had to stay off the streets to keep from hurting anyone, and he was absolutely adamant about not seeing you - not until it was safe for you to draw more blood.

In the meantime, he would keep you updated constantly, in a clinical way. You would also be worried about him personally, obviously. You would try to figure out alternative sources of blood that could be fresh for him, without it being too much from you, and without Miguel having to break any more of his moral code than he already had.

The idea was to get him well enough to where he could go back to a safer feeding schedule, while continuing to look for a cure.

"I can't believe we have to spend three days apart," you pouted, safely keeping your distance in Miguel's office doorway while he grabbed some things from his desk before leaving early for the day.

"Lo siento, mi hermosa angel de la guardia." He smiled softly at you. "Safer this way."

"I know, but can't I at least kiss you before you go?"

He shook his head. "I gotta go, baby. I can't be here right now. I don't trust myself."

Definitely not worth an argument at this point. Not after he'd finally fed.

Day 1:

You analyzed and poured over data. You worked through lunch. Miguel video called you a few times to answer questions. Each call ended with him rattling off something lovely in Spanish.

You were so exhausted by the time you got home that you fell asleep in your work clothes.

Day 2:

You woke up to find Miguel had texted you late last night. It simply said,

'Miss you. Love you.'

You could squeal, you were so ecstatic.

You called him immediately.

Then you got to work, which included another call and a lot of questions about how he was feeling.

Hungry. He was hungry. But stronger.

You advised him to try to drink blood bags. He complied. Finally he seemed to be listening to your professional advice.

You saw Jackson at lunch. He wondered where you disappeared to at the gala and said he'd missed seeing you at work.

"I only skipped lunch one day, Mr. Watson," you playfully reminded him.

He told you he was going to make it his mission to make you eat lunch every day, even if he had to track you down himself. You appreciated the sentiment. Should you tell him you were with Miguel now?

Were you with Miguel now?

After all, you did sleep together again, he'd stayed at your house a few times recently, you declared your love for each other. Wasn't that 'together' behavior?

Probably should clarify...

Day 3:

Miguel was feeling better. The blood bags weren't ideal, but they were helping. He didn't need to feed every day. Back when you first met him, he could go days and days without blood, but that was on a more...well-nourished schedule.

He asked to see you...tomorrow.

Day 4:

You arrived at Miguel's house ready to pounce, absolutely desperate to see him. He did not disappoint you.

As soon as you made it off the elevator, his lips curled into a knowing smile.

"I missed you so much," you breathed as he lifted you up into his strong arms, causing your feet to dangle off the floor.

"Si, mi corazón," he agreed, sealing his lips to yours. The heat of his tongue made you weak as his hands worked their way over your body.

Sinking your fingers into his tousled hair, you practically climbed him, sucking on his lip, which elicited a groan of approval from him.

His hands traced down the curve of your back to scoop you up, hoisting your legs around his waist. You didn't make it far because he shoved you up against the nearest wall.

You gasped out as his erection pressed hard against your clothed core - memories of what happened up against the gala wall floating through your memory.

"Need you," he murmured against your mouth, the heat of his breath sending chills down your entire body. He gripped your hips, thrusting against your heat, his lips trailing across your jaw.

Your breathing quickened into shallow panting as the tip of his fangs scraped lightly against your throat. His tight grip on your hips almost hurt, but the way he pulled you roughly against his cock made you shake with anticipation and desire.

The lace of your panties rubbed across your clit roughly, creating a delicious friction as he demandingly dragged you back and forth while sucking a bruise into the skin of your neck.

"Miguel...yes," you panted, rocking your hips in time with his.

You felt his lips curl into a smile. "Come for me like this," he lowly growled into your ear. "Don't even have to touch you."

He felt so good. The tip of his thick cock strained against the thin joggers he wore, moistening the soft fabric as he rubbed you just the way you liked.

"Faster," you whined, twisting your fingers through his waves and yanking hard. Your hips ached from how hard his own were pinning you to the wall.

"Yes, fuck...yes," you moaned, your eyes fluttering closed as he found that perfect rhythm - the friction against your clit causing heat to flare out all over your body. You gasped for air as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, your body shuddering and going limp in his arms.

Miguel held you in his securely against the wall as you came back to yourself, touching his forehead to yours.

"You missed me?" He whispered, a knowing smile curling his lips. His fangs adorably poked out of his little smirk.

"Every second," you breathed, using your grip on his neck to pull his mouth back to yours.

You and Miguel decided to order dinner, so you could spend all your time...well, together, rather than cooking and cleaning up the kitchen.

Miguel did, however, make his signature margaritas.

You offered to slice some limes, which was probably the absolutely stupidest offer you could have made to your boyfriend - a blood drinker.

Unfortunately, you sliced your finger instead of the lime.

Miguel immediately halted salting the rims of your glasses. His crimson eyes shot open as his chest heaved. It took him a moment to get his bearings since he couldn't really think very clearly. Only he didn't get his bearings.

"Shit, shit," you hissed, dashing to the sink to run your dripping finger under the faucet's flow.

Too late - he came barreling at you, fangs and talons bared and eyes wild and glowing.

"Miguel, I-I'm sorry - "

He jerked your hand to his mouth, wrapping his lips around your finger and sucking vigorously. It stung a bit, but you supposed there was no real harm in him having a little blood. It wasn't as if he wounded you to get it, so he wouldn't have to feel guilty. And he had been starving for weeks, after all.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad for him to drink some of your fresh blood -

"Ow!" You gasped as his fang tore your flesh, deepening the wound on your finger slightly. Damn, that might need stitches.

He was unbothered and oblivious to your hiss of pain, sucking your finger relentlessly. He roughly grabbed your opposite hand, pushing your fingers between his legs to show you how hard he was. After all, it was you who had a mindblowing orgasm in the hallway. Now he wanted some relief.

Your finger really fucking hurt, but you honestly didn't want to discourage him feeding. And the paralytic hadn't kicked in yet because he hadn't exactly bit down - his fang had scraped you. So you slid your hand into the waistband of his pants and wrapped your fingers around his aching, hard cock, wishing and hoping things could be like they once were - with him feeding and fucking and using you.

He groaned appreciatively as you stroked him, using your fingernails to faintly tickle the base of him before giving him a few firm tugs. He still held your sliced finger in his mouth, his eyes closed in ecstasy as you roughly jerked him faster and faster.

It occurred to you that your finger wasn't burning with the initial searing pain you'd felt. In fact, if felt a little numb. Then you realized you were starting to feel spaced out. Your movements slowed, despite Miguel desperately attempting to thrust into your fist.

Your body started to go limp as the venom set in, and it was only when you started to collapse that he finally snapped out of his feeding frenzy.

He caught you in his arms, of course. He would never let you fall. But as he scooped you up, you could see the panic in his wild, red eyes. His lips were covered in your blood - a sight you not-so-secretly loved, despite the horror it made him feel.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he brokenly whispered, carrying you to the living room to lay your paralyzed body down on the sofa. He didn't seem to care that your blood was dripping all over his expensive flooring and furniture.

He went into triage mode, gathering a towel which he wrapped snuggly around your hand to stop the bleeding. You could see that he was horrified, but there was nothing you could do in this state. By the time the effects of the venom wore off, he would probably have completely panicked.

But he surprised you by holding the towel around your hand and waiting. He didn't try to clean up his face or make a bunch of apologizes. He just waited for you to return to your normal self, while he stopped the bleeding.

Your eyes lazily blinked a few times as you regained feeling in your extremities. Your finger hurt, but it was nothing compared to the puncture wounds and scrapes that used to litter your body when he would fuck you and use you like a toy.

He didn't say anything but you could see he was clearly distressed. You started to sit up, wondering how ruined this night likely was.

He assisted your efforts, swallowing hard as his gaze found yours. Your eyes flickered down to his crotch and then you realized he was still hard. The look in his eyes was desire and confusion regarding what to do about it.

He had knelt on the floor beside the sofa as he helped you, but now, he eased to sit down beside you. Holding his gaze, you dropped the towel from your bloody finger and climbed across his lap.

"It's your day to feed anyway," you softly purred, rolling your hips, pushing your core against his clothed cock. He groaned as his eyes fluttered closed.

Standing on your knees, you pushed down your pants along with your lace thong, standing for a moment to get them off your feet. You reached for his hand, pulling his fingers to the apex of your legs, forcing him to drag his fingertips through your soaked folds.

"I want this as much as you do," you quietly explained. "So don't you fucking dare pull away from me."

He sucked in a breath, seeming to teeter on the precipice of either giving in to this or completely shutting down.

You didn't wait, using your good hand to pull at the waistband of his joggers. "Take these off," you ordered, hastily working with him. "And this," you added, yanking up the hem of his soft t-shirt.

He stared at you, bewildered for a moment, but you encouraged him by wrapping your hand around his cock. Standing on your knees, straddling him, you guided his tip through your pussy lips, back and forth, tempting him.

"Do you want this or not?" You whispered, lowering yourself down onto his cock, hissing at the perfect stretch you felt as his heavy length filled you.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned, his hands squeezed into fists by his sides as he struggled not to lose any control he had left.

"Because I love fucking you," you breathed against his mouth, pushing up on your knees before dropping back down hard, "And feeding you. But you won't let me."

He absently nodded, only half registering what you were saying - so focused on needing to feel more of you. It was a lot to take in - the fresh blood he could still smell from your cut finger - the way you were seducing him. He couldn't stop this even if he wanted to. Talons extended, he tore through your shirt and bra like tissue paper, before scratching lightly up the curves of your body.

You moaned at the sting, but nothing prepared you for the feeling of him scraping just above your nipple, drawing a few droplets of blood. Using his tongue he laved your hardened peak, spreading red warmth around your nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

Oh fuck - that felt good. His talons didn't secrete venom. He was drinking from you without paralyzing you. Just the notion of it had you fucking yourself down on him at a furious pace, rolling your hips and squeezing your cunt around him with each thrust.

"Don't stop," you begged him, threading your fingers through the hair on the top of his head, forcing his mouth to stay on your breast. But he shrugged you off before dragging his index finger over your other soft mound, just enough to sprinkle your beautiful skin with fresh red drops of what he craved.

The next few moments were a frenzy of furious thrusting. You came suddenly as soon as he took your nipple back into his mouth. Miguel had wanted to suck you like this for so long and once he felt your cunt fluttering around his cock, he completely lost it, emptying himself deep inside you as your cries of ecstasy echoed off the vaulted ceilings.

He buried his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your essense. Retracting his talons, he ran his hands over the curve of your back, pulling you against his chest, loving the feel of your breasts mashed against him. Your bodies remained joined as your harsh pants started to quiet.

Then he completely surprised you, saying, "I really needed that."

Easing back, you locked your wrists behind his neck and granted him a soft smile. "Yeah...you did. So did I."

He smirked disbelievingly. "I don't know if I understand that, mi vida."

"Understand what?"

He let out a sigh, hoping to explain without upsetting you. "How you could need...this. Me. And...what I just did to you."

Before you could really answer him, the food delivery arrived. So you excused yourself to the restroom to clean up, wash up, get dressed and bandage your finger. Miguel had shredded half your outfit, so you wandered up to his bedroom to find a t-shirt, which fell down your legs to almost knee level.

Miguel joined you with the delicious food delivery, smiling warmly at the sight of you, comfortable in his room, in his clothes.

"Thought we could just eat in here," he nonchalantly informed, "since we'll probably end up here the rest of the night anyway."

"Miguel O'Hara," you playfully scolded, secretly thrilled that he seemed to be okay with what happened downstairs. This would honestly be breaking new ground for the two of you - if he could drink your blood - wound you, even, and not push you away.

He winked at you before setting up the food on a small table in the corner of his expansive bedroom. As you started to eat, his eyes drifted down to your bandaged hand.

"I'm sorry," he softly uttered, setting down his fork. "Does it hurt a lot?"

You reached across the table with your opposite hand to squeeze his wrist. "I'm okay. It was just a scrape and it was my fault it happened anyway."

Slowly nodding, he joined his hand with yours, interlacing your fingers. You took this as a good sign.

"Miguel...don't shut me out. I can't survive it. Not again," you voice choked with emotion. "You can't take your guilt out on me."

He frowned. "I'm not trying to do that. But I can still feel sorry that you're hurt. What's so bad about that?"

"Nothing," you passionately returned, squeezing his fingers. "I'm just...I feel like I just got you back and I don't want to lose you."

"You're not going to lose me," he quickly refuted, his dark eyebrows shifting with concern. "You're never going to lose me unless you leave me. I love you."

Your heart did somersaults inside your chest as your lips parted with a sigh of relief. "I love you too. I love you so much, and I want you to see yourself the way I see you."

His crimson eyes widened with a bit of curious confusion. "How's that, mi corazón?"

Easing out of your chair, you circled around the table and knelt down in front of him, taking his hands in your own.

"You're perfect exactly the way you are." You could already see him getting ready to protest, but he had met his match when it came to stubbornness. "Don't argue with me, Miguel. I love you exactly how you are. That's the truth."

He swallowed hard, averting his eyes, but he didn't let go of your hands.

"I'll help you with whatever cure you want," you promised him. "I'll support you, but there is nothing wrong with you in my eyes."

Before you could profess anything further, he pulled you by the arms to sit in his lap.

"Come here," he whispered, nuzzling his nose against your throat before kissing your cheek tenderly.

"Thank you," he breathed on your ear. "You really are my guardian angel. It's just hard for me to not feel like a monster around someone like you."

"You're not," you insisted, brushing his unruly waves out of his eyes as your gaze found his. "Nothing is wrong with the things we do to each other, as long as we're both okay with it. I love it," you explained. "But if you don't, I'll respect that."

One of his fangs pulled at his bottom lip as he contemplated your words. "You're sure? You're okay with...what we just did - when I cut you and..."

"And scratched me and sucked me and drank my blood?" You shrugged one shoulder, easing your thighs across his lap. "I can see how it sounds when you say it out loud," you admitted, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Maybe it's you who needs to accept the monster in me."

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[and-i-will-kiss]

"You bastard, where's my money?"

"I won it fairly!"

"You cheated!"

These two are deep into a heated argument outside the green of the Troskowitz pub. It's late, I'm tired, but still... Sometimes I don't know what compels me to do things no one asked me to.

I pull out my most man-at-arms pose and question them. Look at me, an outsider imposing order where I wasn't welcomed. The thought never crossed my mind, it's just that I'm so used to stick my finger under peoples noses. But this isn't Sasau. Why oh why I never back up or think things through? Now I have two very angry men with the stare of two mastiffs about to maul a kitten. I braved it, maybe my hand-me-downs for armor that I have might intimidate them a bit. Not happening, so I gave my words a chance.

After some exchanges, I can't convince them. The worst part that this argument now has reached the point where I'm so involved in it that the men are increasingly angrier with me. Watch it, Henry, whatever you say might be used against you. But I just won't understand and my frustrations escape through my mouth.

"You are just blockheads."

Now I have two very irate men in front of me, ready to blow the candles out. We start fighting, obviously I'm in disadvantage from all sides. Not only there's two of them, fueled by cheap beer, and they hit like a donkey's kick. I'm getting destroyed. But once I manage to chuck a good right at one of them, I hear it. A night watch guard saw me and beelined to detain me. My rivals scatter, leaving me alone. I know it's not my fault, I think, but I already have a reputation in this town, who am I to change that now?

The guard looks impatiently at me. I try to dissuade him, but I know it won't work, from the look of his stern face.

"Pay up or else!"

My hands snake into my pouch. I don't have enough. I'm tired, beat and bloodied, I can't make a run for it. So the guard detains me, only destination is the pillory in the morning. The stocks aren't good, but at least I'll be free in a day.

But the guard has other intentions.

"You'll get 10 strokes of the cane in the morning!"

I shiver. Caning? I have done nothing to deserve this! I only tried to stop them! This isn't fair! But, well, I feel a bit guilty. I should have stayed away from this. Why I still pretend I'm down in Sasau? I just never learn and now this. I get bound and locked down in the morning. I can't sleep, my insides are chewing themselves up. I think of Ma, she would be shaking her head so bad right now. I wouldn't want to bring shame to her. I'm sorry.

At dawn I get tied to a post. The catchpole announces my crimes. Disturbing the peace, he says. All lies, I know it deep inside. But I'm the only witness to my innocence while the cane finally arrives right in the middle of my back. It stings like fury and fire. And there's nine more to go. I don't want to show pain and I hold my breath, but it's impossible and the third one makes me audibly groan. The townspeople have become a noisy beehive, bumbling buzz that surrounds my ears. The catchpole hits over one of the wounds and I can feel my back getting hotter and angrier with every lash. But then, after this eternity of pain, where my mind was just a blur of thoughts and shame, there's no more.

They cut my bounds, and I heavily fall on my knees. I just feel the breeze of the morning licking painfully my very sore back. I bet Ma is crying now. I'm really, really sorry, I should have known better. I know you didn't want me to become this, I bet you wanted me to stay quiet at home and help Pa. I miss your touch, Ma. You always patched me up good, I wish you were here now. I can't... I just can't.

Someone pulls me up by my shoulders and the only thing I can do now is give a grimace filled with pain and sadness. The only thing they dared to say was to not repeat what I did, that if they find me again committing something similar the punishment will be severe. But for me, as I am right now, it's just hot air. I pick myself up and tread slowly back to Tachov, where my bed awaits.

And I just slept dreamlessly until I heard Mutt scratching on the door.

(I reached Kuttenberg yesterday and it sure lives up to the hype! It's insane! I was on Pebbles and it truly felt like I was on top of the horse, sightseeing around. Also, the second map is just... impossibly large. I made the executive decision of slow down my pace and enjoy it slowly. Also, my Henry is getting beat up pretty easily, so there's a difficulty spike here as well. The button mapping in PS5 is awful and I just want WH to get rid of the Free Camera mode, it's a disaster when in combat, oof)

[cerberusthenking3]

Inside A Husk

Warning:This story contains soft,safe vore,awkward/uncomfortable pred,child prey,alcohol,accidental vore

Ushi POV.

I sigh as I sit on the stool while eating some cereal while I hear Miss Charlie arguing with Alastor again for the third time this morning.He is responding back to her in a teasing tone to everything she's getting frustrated about.I sigh and hear someone ask"Rough night?"I look up tiredly and see Mr Husk standing in the bar with a bottle of beer already in his hand.I nod and say,"Miss Charlie was singing in her room all night,not much sleep to be had here,I guess"He nods and says"I'd offer you a drink but I feel like Charlie would smack me for that"I give a small laugh and say"Maybe I'll ask Pentious to let me sleep in his stomach for a bit"Mr Husk shivers and says"How in hell do you like being eaten by that guy,it's gross"I take another bite and say"I don't like being eaten but it is very comfortable and able to block noise pretty well"He takes another swig before jumping when we hear a loud explosion and I turn to see a bolt of shadowy magic slams into me and I'm thrown into Mr Husk.Alastor and Miss Charlie run over to make sure I'm okay and I notice Miss Charlie's hand smoking and Alastors hand has a shadowy film over it.Miss Charlie says in a panicky tone"Oh my Satan,I'm so sorry that shrinking spell was meant for Alastor!"Alastor speaks with a clearer voice than usual."My apologies,I only meant to knock it away and not into anybody,or I would have aimed it a Vagatha,"Miss Vaggie yells."HEY!"Before he brushes her off and says,"Charlie,reverse it."She raises her hand as a bolt of red magic hits me, and I feel that instead of growing,my body begins shifting,and I feel something growing out of my head as I shrink more with fur growing all over my body as I yell.........squeak?In confusion I look down and realize that I've become a mouse,panic sets in as I look at Miss Charlie and tears begin welling up in my eyes.

Ushi POV.

Miss Charlie and Miss Vaggie have both been freaking out for almost an hour as she trues different spells to turn me back but just wound up turning my new fur white and changing me from a normal mouse to a creature that Alastor called a Marten,specifically something called a Sable which he felt the need to say taste good which he punctuates by licking me,then I turned back into a mouse again.Miss Charlie smacks him for this but is panicking more and more every failed spell before eventually Miss Vaggie tells her that she should rest which makes me a little more upset but I do understand that the constant magic is straining her body.Mr Husk said he would watch me while Miss Charlie takes a quick nap before trying again and if she can't turn me back before tonight she'll call her father and get him to help.Mr Husk sits me on the bar counter as I sigh and sit down,small droplets of ters fall from my eyes as I start yelling angrily"AHHHHH,I'LL NEVER GET HOME AT THIS RATE"I bang my head on the counter before hearing Mr Husk say"You good kid?"I look up at him as he reaches down and begins petting my back awkwardly and saying,"Don't worry,Charlie will get ya back to normal,and even if she can't her dad will"I sigh,he doesn't even know why I'm so frustated,its not just the being turned into a mouse,so far I've been stuck in the hotel since I got here and all I can do is watch cartoon reruns,clean my room because they won't let me clean anywhere else or help around the hotel because they don't want me to hurt myself or have anyone outside see me,or another guest named"Angel Dust"to talk to me.They said it's not that he'll try to hurt me but he's super inappropriate and I'm not old enough to be around him.Mr Husk keeps petting me and I begin making a weird noise without much of a thought.He laughs and says"I guess you could consider you a baby mouse but I wasn't expecting you to purr"I feel embarrassment shoot over me and I turn away from him while crossing my arms.

Ushi POV.

Mr Husk has me sitting on my shoulder as he serves a white furred demon with a weird black and pinkish/red eye.Mr. Husk says, "Angel,you know you're not supposed to drink this early,Charlie will be on you."The weird demon who I now know as Angel says,"Oh come now,She'll never know sourpuss."He looks up and says,"And why do you have a mouse?"Mr Husk sighs and says,"This is the human Chalie told ya about,she got hit by a rogue spell and shrunken,but when Charlie tried to fix it she accidentally turned her into a mouse"Angel says"Whoa,Charlie can shrink people and turn them into animals?"Mr Husk shrugs and says,"I guess. "Angel reaches up and pets my head.I begin purring again on accident and smack his hand away, so he says,"Ooh,feisty"Mr husk laugh and nods when suddenly something comes bursting through the door.I get knocked back and slam into something warm and soft,like the inside of Pentious's mouth.Whoever's mouth I fell into is forced to swallow and I hear Mr Husk all around me yell"WHAT THE HELL,YOU RADIO HEADED PRICK,YOU MADE ME SWALLOW USHI"I shiver as I slip into a small sack that tightens around me as Mr Husk asks"Are you okay kid?"I squeak nervously, and he says,"Oh yeah,can't talk,well you're safe so uhh,just relax,or don't I can't make you do anything"I chitter unhappily but curl up inside of the pouch.I hear liquid moving down further than where I am and smell the sharp scent of alcohol and scratch at the stomach lining and hear him yelp in pain before saying"Her,what was that for?"I squeak angrily, and he says,"Fine,I won't drink while you're in there,"I lay down satisfied and feel sleep washing over me as I begin purring again.Mr Husk says"Its alright kid,I'll let you out once Charlie wakes up to turn you back"I slowly black out and realize how tired I am.I'll have to try to get more sleep during the day if the only time I can sleep is while I'm in a demons stomach,not that I'm complaining too much because it is comfortable.

[artaxlivs]

May I please have a Treat? 👀 (plz no daddy/mommy kink, breeding, or omegaverse. Any rating is good!)

I can't ask from the appropriate blog, please go to @griefabyss69!!

Absolutely babycakes!

"If you can make it all night without giving yourself away, I'll let you fuck me until one of us passes out." Steve was probably gonna regret this but Eddie always did better with incentive. "But if not, I'll jerk myself off in the shower for a week and you get nothing."

"Cold, Harrington, but it's a deal. I can do this." Eddie gave a harsh nod like he was going into battle.

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. Eddie didn't have the best self control in the best of situations but letting him out on Halloween with his fangs and wings on full display? Steve was going to have to keep him on a short leash. At least this was San Francisco and no one was surprised by anything.

"Baby !The fresh air feels so good on my wings," Eddie moaned, a little too loudly and a little too pornographically as they stepped out of their apartment building and into the crowded street.

A passerby gave him a cheeky grin, "Let it all out tonight, freak." It wasn't derogatory like it would have been in Hawkins, it was more like in solidarity. Especially since he was wearing nothing but a mesh shirt and a mini skirt, the bulge of his frankly massive dick causing ridges in the front of the pink vinyl skirt as it stretched too far.

Good lord.

Eddie was wearing the quintessential vampire get up, silky red button up shirt, black pants and too much jewelry. His fangs were out and proud, his ears were pointy and his wingspan stretched as far as his fingertips and could easily hold his weight if he'd wanted to fly. Which he would not be doing tonight, Steve had made him promise.

Steve was, of course, his innocent victim. He wearing virgin white from his ruffly billowy shirt to his tight white jeans and white boots. The only color was the bite mark on his neck and the drips of blood on his shirt. Both were real. As was the blowjob he'd gotten right afterward. Eddie was a giver when he was flush with blood.

Their entire block was out and about. Castro was a predominantly queer neighborhood so there was music and candy fairies - get it, candy fairies - and too much booze, way too much glitter and plenty of skin on display everywhere. Eddie spent a lot of time smiley coyly when people asked about his wings, sing-songing that "a vampire ne-ver tel-lls" like that was a real thing.

After a long night of visiting block parties and dancing in the street, Steve was ready to go home.

"Eddie," Steve whispered close to his ear, pressing his growing erection into Eddie's hip, "You've been very good tonight. I was wondering if you'd like to take me home and fuck me into our bed."

They didn't kiss when his fangs were out because it was way too dangerous so Eddie nuzzled into his neck, licking the healing puncture wounds so they'd start to heal faster.

"Ohhhh shit, are you a real vampire?"

Eddie's head whipped up and Steve blinked open his eyes to see that Eddie's wings had spread out and around them, cradling Steve. Fuck.

"They're mechanical. I'm in special effects. In Hollywood." Eddie slurred around his fangs, grabbing Steve's hand and pulling him away as his wings settled back into their natural position.

They were halfway home when Steve sing-songed, "guess who's not get-ting la-aid."

"Goddamit."

[munchmemes]

melanie martinez lyrics, portals edition

❛  my body has died but i'm still alive.  ❜

❛  your words mean nothin' so take 'em back.  ❜

❛  you're always on my mind, i cannot help it.  ❜

❛  i don't wanna be carrying the weight on my shoulders.  ❜

❛  death has come to me, kiss me on the cheek and gave me closure.  ❜

❛  i won't say goodbye, i'm right by your side.  ❜

❛  i'm back from the dead.  ❜

❛  i know it's morbid but we all die one day.  ❜

❛  there's rotten things left in me injected by society.  ❜

❛  i cannot bear my sorrow.  ❜

❛  i hate who i was before.  ❜

❛  i fear i won't live to see the day tomorrow.  ❜

❛  look at the mess i've done, there is nowhere to run.  ❜

❛  like a priest behind confession walls, i judge myself.  ❜

❛  my eyes are staring at me and they seem so damn unhappy.  ❜

❛  collect my fickle insecurities and turn them into beauty.  ❜

❛  yeah, you can look but you can't touch. i'm not just anybody.  ❜

❛  thought the cherry would be better than the pie, you're like that. that's your demise.  ❜

❛  it's obvious what you're after but i'm more than that.  ❜

❛  i saw that trick fall out your sleeve.  ❜

❛  you hum a tune i don't believe and it ain't working.  ❜

❛  crossing my heart, i'd rather die than be the needle in your eye.  ❜

❛  it could've been more, now we'll never know.  ❜

❛  i know how to make you go crazy every day.  ❜

❛  if you wanna run with the magic, lose sight of the gravity of home.  ❜

❛  i've been the boys and the girls and everyone in between.  ❜

❛  you are the light i've been searching for forever.  ❜

❛  my past grew mold around my heart.  ❜

❛  all my anger, sadness, regret disappeared. it's madness. ❜

❛  i'm not used to all this love, it's true. but you made me want to plan out my last days on earth.  ❜

❛  i was surprised to see heaven in your eyes.  ❜

❛  i never once was treated right.  ❜

❛  you're what i'm missing in my life.  ❜

❛  let's run into another dimension, you make me feel like i'm on drugs.  ❜

❛  i wish to not be perceived, i didn't ask for this dangerous visibility.  ❜

❛  i'm feeling too scared to sleep.  ❜

❛  i'm flexing like pricks with their stolen power.  ❜

❛  you're/they're feeding off our highs and lows. curious to see us struggle.  ❜

❛  the center may seem like a gift. once you arrive, it'll strip you of your life and you'll wish that you never did.  ❜

❛  how much blood can you draw with your claws from a flesh that's not yours?  ❜

❛  you used all your words for a quick game and blew it all before you won.  ❜

❛  they talk without thinking and they bark while they're shaking.  ❜

❛  i'll be silent 'til you cross the line.  ❜

❛  don't you battle with my larynx tonight.  ❜

❛  call all your guys in the dive bar, they'll give you the validation your daddy could never bestow you.  ❜

❛  i'm done doing backbends.  ❜

❛  you got me like a bad tattoo, always under skin even when it gets removed.  ❜

❛  i never got a chance to undo positions that you forced my way into.  ❜

❛  why you always act so serious?  ❜

❛  it's so scary how my aura got him howling at my moon cycle.  ❜

❛  i don't gotta act, i'm a theorist.  ❜

❛  i could win a fight on my period. matter of fact, right now, i could build a pyramid. you're messing with my cycle, that is dangerous.  ❜

❛  i won't lick your wounds today but i'll throw you in the ring, get you with my suffering.  ❜

❛  i'm not crazy, i'm not wild. you're just a stupid, little child.  ❜

❛  get your image off my back, i'll give you a heart attack.  ❜

❛  i will not suffer and cry under covers. i'm not your mother. ❜

❛  i won't be ashamed for loving you so honestly. ❜

❛  i used to miss your kiss. now i'm hop-skip jumpin' over narcissists. ❜

❛  i never knew what it meant to be content with you. ❜

❛  everything i expressed and professed, it never quite made it through. ❜

❛  they said it's all in my head whenever i spoke my truth. ❜

❛  no, i won't defend you to all my friends. this time, i refuse. ❜

❛  take it to the grave if you wanna play pretend. ❜

❛  i won't be mistreated, please call me conceited. ❜

❛  lovin' you was lethal, guess that makes me evil. ❜

❛  every time you tell a lie, i'm praying that you choke. ❜

❛  hope you never cope, hope you slip on soap. ❜

❛  not safe but i'm sound. ❜

❛  all of the planning yet i still feel unprepared. ❜

[brokendreamsandpyramidschemes]

The three healthy relationships to help you thrive, as part of conventional wisdom:

Food.

Family (Biological).

Faith.

As someone with a bad relationship with all three, I shouldn't exist, as per conventional wisdom, every moment of mine should be living agony.

And it was, for the majority of my life, it was unsatiable, unnerving, non-stop agony. But now, I've accepted that I'm a bad son, a bad brother, a bad friend, a bad follower, a bad consumer and a bad soul to myself. And after all that I don't know why it still hurts.

I have my father's anger and my mother's festering silence. I carry these wounds that people I love make and lick them over and over, not once allowing them to heal fully. And now, all I see, all that remains, all that shows is this portrait of scars from wounds that never healed.

People say if you sit with your anger long enough, it tells you its real name is grief, and if you sit with it a little longer, it mentions its real name is love. But who do you give love to if it's rejected? How do you learn to love if all your family does is withhold receiving your love because it wasn't their ideas that created it.

How desperate it feels to give this love, as it turns to rot inside me. And that is where this hellsite comes in. This is where I put my love. Into my mutuals, who have the humger for it. I feed them love because I don't remember ever having had my fill of it.

And so, I leave you to it, to the whims of this site. To the love that we all give because somehow on this hellsite, we get a taste of it back. Someone somewhere sends a little ask saying "<3" and nothing more and I taste love like blood in my mouth, like my gums that have bled. I taste the love like it was always inside me. And maybe that's why I can never leave this hellsite. Maybe that's why I'll cling to the rotting carcass of whatever techgiants do to this. For with that tate of love, this will always be my home.

[cbjustmusic]

To mark Joni Mitchell's 80th birthday (born November 7, 1943) here see is performing Coyotes in 1975 with Roger McGuinn and Bob Dylan.

Coyote

Songwriter: Joni Mitchell

No regrets coyote We just come from such different sets of circumstance I'm up all night in the studios And you're up early on your ranch You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail While the sun is ascending And i'll just be getting home with my reel to reel... There's no comprehending Just how close to the bone and the skin and the eyes And the lips you can get And still feel so alone And still feel related Like stations in some relay You're not a hit and run driver, no, no Racing away You just picked up a hitcher A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

We saw a farmhouse burning down In the middle of nowhere In the middle of the night And we rolled right past that tragedy Till we turned into some road house lights Where a local band was playing Locals were up kicking and shaking on the floor And the next thing i know That coyote's at my door He pins me in a corner and he won't take "no!" He drags me out on the dance floor And we're dancing close and slow Now he's got a woman at home He's got another woman down the hall He seems to want me anyway Why'd you have to get so drunk And lead me on that way You just picked up a hitcher A prisoner of the white lines of the freeway

I looked a coyote right in the face On the road to baljennie near my old home town He went running thru the whisker wheat Chasing some prize down And a hawk was playing with him Coyote was jumping straight up and making passes He had those same eyes - just like yours Under your dark glasses Privately probing the public rooms And peeking thru keyholes in numbered doors Where the players lick their wounds And take their temporary lovers And their pills and powders to get them thru this passion play No regrets, coyote I just get off up aways You just picked up a hitcher A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

Coyote's in the coffee shop He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs He picks up my scent on his fingers While he's watching the waitresses' legs He's too fat from the bay of fundy From appaloosas and eagles and tides And the air conditioned cubicles And the carbon ribbon rides Are spelling it out so clear Either he's going to have to stand and fight Or take off out of here I tried to run away myself To run away and wrestle with my ego And with this flame You put here in this eskimo In this hitcher In this prisoner Of the fine white lines Of the white lines on the free, free way

[livelovesimallways]

The Weekend Pt. 3......

(Previous)

It’s been nearly two months since things went down between me, my sister and Sean. Dana forgave him for messing with Julia and despite my best efforts, he went back home. While they moved on and continued planning their wedding, I distanced myself again. Opening up those old wounds made me bitter, angry and hell bent on making sure I got my "lick back". I didn’t care what it cost, Sean had to pay for breaking my heart. I wanted to confess everything to Dana sooner but I realized doing it during that time wasn't the way to go. Humph,  with how I was feeling, something misdirected and reckless surely would have come out my mouth. Now that I’ve calmed down, I’m ready to tell her all of it. Even though Sean is the catalyst for this, Dana has a right to know. It’s going to hurt without my sister in my life, but I put myself in this position. Damn...We really do reap what we sow.

The Following Week.....

"Shit! Girl, you scared me." I said, trying to catch my breath.

"My bad...Just making sure you're good. I mean, the way you ran out the kitchen..."

"I know, I know...I'm fine though. Thanks for lookin out."

"Of course...But umm, are you sure you're good? You've thrown up almost every day for a week now."

"Yeah, but you know how sensitive my stomach is. I've been eating too much dairy. Plus the smell of eggs always makes me nauseous, it just got to me today."

"I understand that but..."

"But what? What are you trying to say?"

"It might be morning sickness."

"Look, I appreciate your concern but it's not possible."

"Nothing is one hundred percent, Dee. Your sugar daddy may be older but I'm sure he still has swimmers."

"Okay eww, he ain't that old. He's fifty but the odds of that happening are less than one percent." I said, doing a cutting motion.

"Well still, if you wanna check I have some tests upstairs. Don't ask." *both snickering* "You gone find out either way so..."

"Fine ho, I'll do it." I laughed, rolling my eyes.

"I don't know why I'm so nervous...Did it come up yet?"

"........."

"Mimi??"

"Ummm, Yeah...It's positive."

"Positive??? Nah, that can't be right." I said, grabbing the test in complete disbelief. "Fuck!...Maybe it's a false result."

"A false positive?? You're my bestie but..."

"I know. This is fuckin crazy though. I swear he definitely had a vasectomy. I was even nursing him back to health. "

"Seems like you were doing more than that." *smirking*

"This is not the time, Mimi." I said, smiling although fearful and in shock.

Trying to make sense of this, I started to put together a timetable in my head. I thought about how long I've missed my period, how long I've been feeling sick and who I've had sex with. As my stomach sank, Mimi asked question, reminding me of the shit storm that is to come.

"Are you still having your sister over later or is that off the table?

To Be Continued..........

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[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Wait okay what about Lucian trying to talk Peter into accepting ethical vampirism as an option/into not despairing quite so badly?

Lucian is trying his best and Peter is difficult, but what else is new?

On with the fic!

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Peter should feel like he was in a dangerous saw-trap house due to his personal collection in his penthouse of vampire hunting tools, but he was still a hunter, damnit. Even if it... seemed bad that he was now one of the people he hunted. Was this like being a hitman against humans? He didn't know.

He tried not to think about it, especially about his situation, but it wasn't easy to avoid thoughts of fangs and blood. All he had to do was look in the mirror and know that he wasn't looking at a human anymore.

He tried to carry on with his life, he still performed his show, still caused trouble for people both in real life and online, and often could be found trying to get drunk off his ass. There just tended to be more panic attacks now, and times where he hid in dark shadows of his home as, apparently, the smallest species of bat in North America, which meant avoiding problems was made so much easier now. The only plus he could think of because of this stupid problem.

Well.

No.

There was another plus, and that was Lucian.

They'd only known one another for less than a month, but Peter found himself latching onto the guy constantly. Both metaphorically and physically when he needed to drink blood. Yes, he had... disgustingly been bringing animal blood into his diet, with the few foods he could actually stomach (which wasn't much, and he gave up quickly on trying to figure out what he could eat because he was tired of being sick), but Lucian's fresh blood was like a damn drug.

Maybe it was because it was offered willingly right from the source, who knows. But Peter always felt horrible after consuming it, even if it calmed the hunger that was always there, in the back of his mind.

He licked his lips, trying to savor every drop, as he pulled away from Lucian's wrist. Always the arm, always the wrist, Peter didn't want to bite Lucian's neck. He watched as the bite marks started to heal already. "I hate this." He said, staring at the wound.

"It's better than the alternative, though is the animal blood helping?" Lucian asked as he pulled down his sleeve, hiding the wound from Peter.

"Ehhh... kinda? I mean, it's not the worst, clearly, it's just... it's not as good as sucking you."

Lucian makes a face and Peter grins before sighing, leaning back against his couch, looking at his ceiling that he was becoming much more accustomed to now that he discovered he can sleep on it, oddly enough. What the fuck kinda vampire is he?

"I'm trying to drink it so I don't have to keep relying on you for my fix. I found that I can mix it with things, not everything tastes great, but I can tell you straight up that blood makes for the best fuckin' Bloody Mary you'll ever drink. I'll have to make you one later today. I also weirdly like it in my coffee, but I think that's cause I cover it up with enough syrups to hide the metallic taste."

"That sounds disgusting."

"Don't knock it 'til you try it, pretty boy." Peter snorted and moved to sprawl on the couch. "Look, Lucian, I'm tryin', alright? But I hate this! It... it sucks! You wanna know somethin'? I tried to chew some gum the other day, and my body made me feel horrible about it, so now that's something I can't have!"

He flopped down so he was on his back, and then moved to curl up, facing the couch. "I fuckin' hate this. I never asked to have this happen, I just... I'm always so careful! I used to wear silver all the time to protect myself! And guess what!"

"What?" Lucian asked, placing a hand on Peter's leg, the one he had unconsciously dropped on the man's lap.

"Apparently it burns me! I've had to give my shit away, and that's a lot of silver, mind you. Luckily, the girls in the show were more than happy to take some from me, and the rest I've given away in some fan contest thing online. My PR people like it because it means I'm doing somethin' nice for the fans, but it's mainly so I don't kill myself while wearin' my bling."

"Oh, I wasn't aware that silver was deadly to you. It's rather dangerous for me as well, and for many werewolf-like people. Not sure why, but it's painful. And trust me when I say that I wouldn't wish silver nitrate bullets on my own worst enemies, that was..."

Peter glanced at Lucian, watching his face contort into something that looked very pained, like he was feeling a phantom sensation. He only knew a bit of Lucian's past, that he had been the first of his kind and a leader who had 'died' during the last great battle of an underground vampire/lycan war. He remembered Lucian saying he had been shot and left for dead by bullets made of silver nitrate that liquefied in his veins. Yeah, he couldn't blame the guy for not wanting anyone else to deal with something like that.

"How do you do it, Lucian?" Peter sighed, moving to be on his back, eyes on the ceiling.

"Do what?"

"Just... not be human."

"I was never human to begin with, Peter, so I'm not sure how to answer that question for you."

He groaned and gently kicked the lycan. "I need an answer, I need to know how to handle this, to live as the thing I hate most in the world! For fuck's sake, Lucian, I spent most of my life learning how to keep these things away and how to fight them, just in case Jerry ever tracked me down to finish the job."

He wrapped his arms around him, squeezing tightly, his chest felt tight and he felt a little dizzy. "I'm trying, I'm trying, but I don't know what to do, or how to accept this...!"

He felt a squeeze on his leg, a comforting feeling. "Peter, it's alright."

"No, it's not."

"It's only bad because you can only see the negatives."

"They're all negatives. I don't want to be this, I just want to be human again."

Lucian sighed, rubbing his leg. "What if it had been different? What if someone of my kind had bitten you?"

Peter glanced at him, frowning, then shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know... I don't have beef with you guys, but it would be... bad? Awkward? I dunno the first thing about bein' a lycan."

"But you know vampires, you know how to keep yourself safe, you know your limitations and strengths, right?"

"Not... really? Kinda? I dunno, this isn't a well know species, but I know some stuff."

"That's good, it's a start. How about this, considering you can't undo what has been done, maybe we can find ways to make this work for you? There are pros and cons to being an immortal humanoid being, let's figure out what you like and dislike about it."

Peter scoffed. "Lots of cons there, wolfy. Cons: I'm the thing that killed my parents and girlfriend."

"You're not the same kind."

"Still, a vampire." Peter held up two fingers. "Con: I have to survive on blood."

"Pro: You've found some foods you can eat just fine, and other liquids are not a problem for you at all."

"Con: The sun hurts me."

"Pro: The sun hurts everyone, and you can actually still walk in it, even if only for short periods of time."

"Con: I sometimes eat bugs."

"Pro: Only as a bat."

"Con: I can turn into a bat."

"Pro: You can turn into a bat, and you love it. You told me you like being a bat to escape your problems."

Peter glared at him, damnit, he was right, he actually did love being an adorable, little bat. Especially when he discovered the wonders of just sleeping on one of his big, fancy, expensive bed pillows and just napping for hours like that.

He continued to try and bring up his bad stuff. "Con: Uhh... I get an ugly bat face."

"Pro: It's not ugly, it's fascinating and threatening. You also get a new eye color that oddly fits you." Lucian said with a straight face, but Peter felt his oddly-working heart beat just a little faster.

Fucking charmer.

"Con: I can't get drunk or high like I used to."

"Pro: It's much better for your health that you don't."

"God, you're a killjoy." Peter snorted and Lucian laughed, stupid, pretty, wolf man with a cute laugh.

Lucian smiled at him. "Pro: You're stronger, faster, and more agile like this. You can do things you've never done before, and you're immortal now, unable to age, you get to keep your looks from now on."

"Are you trying to appeal to my egotistical side?" Peter asked. "Cause it's almost working."

"Maybe." Lucian said and went back to rubbing his leg. "Peter, it's going to be difficult, I cannot lie to you about that. I have known many lycans and vampires who were once human that have changed and have had trouble accepting their new lives, but they had found benefits that worked for them, things that made life a little easier."

Peter sighed. "I get that, but... it's the principle of this thing, ya know? I feel like this is a punishment, for all the shitty things I've done. Or Jerry's revenge from beyond the dirt in his shitty, creepy basement where his ashes are laying. And... what's worse is that I was never given a choice, it was given to me against my will, like a bad gift I can never return or trade off."

Lucian nodded, looking like he finally understood what was bugging Peter. "It'll be a long road to accepting, and that might not even involve willingly accepting it all. But through all of this, you have me to help you, or even just to vent to, alright?"

He looked at Lucian and damnit, this man was just... how was it that he was a wanted war criminal when he was so nice and understanding? Peter reached out a hand, taking Lucian's in his own, he felt so hot to the touch, so alive, it was weird to be aware of that.

"Thanks. Just... ya know, thanks." He muttered, looking anywhere but at him.

"You're welcome." Lucian gave his hand a squeeze and they sat quietly in a comfortable silence.

Then Lucian spoke again. "Another pro: You like sleeping on the ceiling."

"Hell yeah, I do. You should try it, defying gravity sleeping in the best."

"I can't do that, even if I can climb on walls and ceilings in my wolf form."

"For real? Dude, that is so fuckin' hot."

"What?"

"Nothin'."

--

I almost, *almost* wrote them kissing during the pros and cons scene, but I thought, no, too early. Even though Peter unconsciously wants to smooch him.

[anotheremptyhumanmask]

This is my home too, you know. I've been feeling like an outsider since when I got here in middle school, but still, my life is here (for now) and I intend to live it.

This means that I am entitled to keep going out here just as much as you can, with whoever I want to hang out with. Expecially if I want them to meet and spend time with my friends. Cause they're my friends too, even if you got to meet them first (thought this was a stupid thing to say, but apparently necessary).

Maybe I don't have that many friends anymore tho, because people that are ready to judge my every move based on my ex's point of view, I can't consider to be that close. Can I blame them? Yes, a little. In their defense it's just empathy I guess. I'm always fine, light, having a good time, smiling, while you're out there licking your wounds in public, implicitly asking them to choose, so naturally everyone feels sorry for you.

Can't blame you either tho, can I? Can't be mad at someone for feeling things their way, for leaning on friends to get better. So who's left to take it out on?

I can only blame myself, for caring that much about the critics I get, for getting mad at you just because you're not able to handle this situation like a grown man, for being with you in the first place and even more for the second time around, knowing what was expecting me.

I am so fucking angry at myself for letting this nonsense fuckery change my mood when I should be able just not to give a fuck. For spending my energy in hating you when I have people to love and get good vibes from.

So since I'm already the bad one, the crazy one, the slut one, I'll go on and get some more rotting thoughts out of my mind. Meglio fuori che dentro, giusto?

You won, totally won. You can have the place, the people, the town, the empathy and most of all, you've had what you want most, my attention. In some way I've been thinking about you every day since we broke up, but I don't think you'd like to know the nature of these thoughts.

I wish I could completely disassociate from you, I want to run away as soon and as far as I can out of this town just so I don't have to see your self-pitying victimistic sad face anymore.

I've had people using me, treating me like shit, hurting me, you didn't do any of the above, but still you managed to make the relationship with you the only one I truly regret having.

I just don't understand what's the logic in this, because if YOU are hurt by seeing me getting on with my life, my solution would be for YOU to look elsewhere, certainly not for ME TO HIDE. As if I had to wait and check that you're ok with it before starting to be happy again, but darling I don't owe you anything, not even kindness, not anymore.

Truth is your friends can discuss about my choices as long as they want, but I am happy with my life and the people that are still in it, I'll keep doing whatever I please and day after day I'll care a little less about what people think of me, if it's because of you.

I am a whole person, not something you had.

P.S. I blocked you so that I can write out all of my feelings without hurting you, if you read this anyway it is just your obsessive fucking fault, so don't even try coming at me.

[under-sedationnn]

the arcana: main six reacting to injured! reader

anonymous: Could u do m6 reacting to mc coming home injured? I want some hurt/comfort >:))

Warnings: talk of being injured, blood. if that bothers you or tiggers you in anyway, please scroll away! i want this to be a safe place, only :)

thanks for the request anon!! i hope you enjoy!! <3 requests for the kissing prompts and physical affection prompts are STILL OPEN. please send them in with the character of your choice (which could be any character from any series i write for) and i will create an imagine!! thanks and happy reading!!

- tries his very very best to stay calm

- you can see panic bubbling under the surface

- faust is on high alert

- slithers around your shoulders and squeezes you for a hug

- "friend! hurt!"

- doesn't immediately ask what happened, just gets you to a comfortable place to be cleaned up

- then, and only then, will he brave to ask what happened to you

- or who did this to you

- wipes the blood from your skin with very gentle swipes

- winces when you wince, and apologizes profoundly

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "i fell in the market, tripped over a stone"

- "and nobody helped you?"

- in this case he's disappointed with the bystanders, but does not become angry

- in a situation where someone hurt you?

- oh god

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "yeah, well, somebody had their eye on the same apple i picked up. somehow, though, they managed to push me to the ground and steal it from my hands."

- i don't even think he would know what to say

- and asra is not really the type to march out into the streets of vesuvia and seek to challenge the one who hurt you

- but he would certainly hold a grudge against whoever it was if he did find out

- and would feel absolutely awful about letting you get hurt

- his mind would race about the possibility of losing you again

- because he simply can't handle it

- and what if that person had been particularly violent or malicious? what if you had been taken??

- you'd have to comfort the hell out of him to make sure he knows that you're okay

- "asra, hey, i'm fine! i can handle myself, you know that"

- "you're right, and i know you're right. it's just hard"

- "it's still hard for me, too. the market still makes me a little nervous and i got caught a little off guard, is all"

- that would make him feel better

- would finish patching up your wounds and would make sure to bring you to julian the next day if they were too bad for him to fix or needed stitches

- would also create a special brew to help with the pain and ease you to sleep

- "why don't i go down to the market tomorrow?"

- "why? so when you pick a fight over apples, i can pay you back for all of this high quality medical treatment?"

- "well of course, surely you didn't expect all this tender love and care to be free" *wink*

- panicked doctor mode enabled

- immediately begins checking you over, asking questions

- something tells me it would be a head injury of some sort

- "oh darling, what happe- you're bleeding!"

- "julian, i'm okay! it's just a little scratch"

- "no no no you might need stitches, come sit down. i'll go get my kit!"

- there's really no use in arguing

- he has cold ass hands, so he tries to warm them up before he begins suturing the wound

- tries to be gentle, and his expert hands move quickly without any snagging

- "so, how did this happen?"

- his voice is literally trembling

- "well, i was in the clinic grabbing the list of ingredients we need for our next grocery trip and there was a puddle of... something on the floor. i slipped and hit my head on the corner of your desk"

- immediately thinks it's his fault

- like "oh shit i should have cleaned better that could have killed y/n and then what would i have done-"

- doesn't necessarily voice this, but you can tell by the silence that follows that he's feeling really guilty

- would kneel for you, head on your knees

- "y/n, i am so sorry"

- "juli, it's really okay, i should have watched where i was going"

- "i'll make sure to clean better from now on, okay?"

- would guard you throughout the night in case of concussion

- nurse juli <3

- but let's say someone had put their hands on you

- would patch you up the same way, and apologize profusely for not being there with you

- tuck you into bed and fetch mazelinka to keep an eye on you throughout the night incase of a concussion

- would most definitely be self destructive and seek that mf out

- maybe not successfully, but would try his hardest

- "i'll be back in the morning, get some rest"

- "I can find them myself if I want to, you know"

- embarrassed blush

- because he KNOWS you can take care of yourself

- "of course, but right now you're hurt. as your partner, i will do what must be done on your behalf darling"

- probably shows up the following morning with battle scars of his own

- the guards found you in the garden, passed out in the maze

- blood trickled down your arm, a large gash marking your bicep

- ran you up to the palace and immediately to the medical wing

- them]n nadia gets word

- the calm, collected queen act disappears

- abandons anything she's doing, anybody she's talking to

- "we will finish this at a different time, i have more important matters to attend to"

- she is so worried and it's honestly adorable

- very much giving "where tf are they?" energy

- god i love her so much

- anyways um

- asks the nurses over and over what happened, if you're okay, etc.

- watches the physicians and nurses like a hawk as they clean the wound and suture the cut

- and they're so intimidated lmao they never come face to face with her literally ever

- brushes your hair back from your face as they do so

- holds your hands

- would demand that you be brought to her sleeping chamber

- so that's where you wake up! how cute

- she's laying beside you, her brows furrowed

- maybe even her eyes are a little hazy

- "y/n, sweetheart, do you remember what happened?"

- patiently waits for your answer, you're still a little groggy

- you were either attacked by an animal and passed out from the fright

- or you were attacked by an armed person and was knocked out

- either way, the guards are on it

- nadia isn't letting whoever or whatever did this get away without a fight

- the palace is meant to be a safe haven for you

- for the both of you

- "well, don't you worry, we'll take care of that"

- you try to sit up but she won't let you

- "oh no, you must stay down, y/n. you are possibly concussed from the fall"

- "oh okay, sorry"

- "is there anything i can get you?"

- the countess of vesuvia, serving you in your time of need

- "just some water would be nice"

- "of course, i'll have some brought up right away"

- i literally feel like he would just start crying straight up

- cause like he has some problems anyway

- he big sad boi

- and you coming home to the hut bleeding from a gash in the arch of your foot is not helping

- picks you and carries you to the bed without a word

- just starts examining the cut

- inanna is also very concerned

- she licks the blood from the cut, she's trying to be helpful

- meanwhile muriel is stumbling around the hut looking for anything to stop the bleeding, disinfect it, bandage it, anything

- but he's not the best about keeping that stuff in stock

- keeps looking back at you with worry in his eyes

- he doesn't know what to do

- "muriel, let me see if i can contact asra. maybe he or julian can bring me a salve. i'm pretty sure i'm gonna need stitches"

- low-key makes him feel worse

- cause he feels like he's unable to care for you and keep your safe

- even tho this was just an accident

- he's breathing really fast, his anxiety creeping

- agrees anyway, but goes to get them himself

- "i'll be back soon, just keep this piece of cloth pressed against it"

- cause you're bleeding like a lot

- inanna stays behind

- he returns very quickly with julian in tow, though he doesn't look happy about it

- leaves the hut without another word

- julian gets to work immediately

- "so, you cut your foot i see"

- smartass.

- "yeah, muriel always tells me to put on shoes when i walk in the woods but i love to feel the grass beneath my feet"

- julian chuckled at this

- "and i'm assuming you, what, stepped on a rock?"

- "...yeah, sliced it right open"

- after julian is done cleaning up the cut, he tells you to just stay off of it for a while and make sure it doesn't get infected

- once he's gone, muriel trudges back into the hut

- "muriel, baby, it was just a cut it's not a big deal"

- but his eyes look hurt, and you beckon him toward the bed

- "hey," your hands on his cheeks, "i'm okay, really"

- "sorry, i just got scared. blood is still a trigger for me and since you got hurt in my woods, i felt like it was my fault"

- "muriel, of course it wasn't your fault"

- he really needed a hug

- after this instance, he made sure to keep medical supplies in the hut and you promised to try and wear shoes in the woods more often than not

- "i'll try my best to be more careful. deal?"

- sweet lil smile

- "deal."

- "oh my god, y/n, what the hell happened??"

- you were tending the garden

- without her supervision

- and the garden sheers might have sliced into the palm of your hand

- deep

- brings you over to the sink and runs water over the cut, covering it with a towel when the dripping blood had been washed away

- girl is on the move

- cause she knows what to do! love that

- low-key a main reason why julian managed to live as long as he has

- pepi is curiously perched atop one of the counters, peering down

- finds her personal first aid kit she had stashed in the bathroom

- guides you over to sit on the counter while she tries to figure out what to do

- "damn, you really cut yourself, y/n"

- "sorry! i think i just got a little carried away"

- she giggles at that, though she is still worried about the fact that it won't stop bleeding

- gently wraps the cut in gauze and adheres it together

- places a kiss to your fingertips

- "all done! no more gardening for you!"

- "hey, why not?"

- "well you don't want that cut to open back up again and again, do you?"

- "no"

- "alright then," she smiled, moving to put away the first aid kit again, "and we're going up to the palace medical wing first thing tomorrow morning to make sure it's not infected"

- eye roll

- "yes ma'am" you mocked

- even though you know it's just because she loves you

- "but since you got hurt, you want me to bake you some cookies?"

- "only if you let me eat the dough!"

- good god do i love this man

- but he is so self-absorbed it's actually insane

- and I feel like he wouldn't even notice at first

- cause he's too focused on himself

- gazing into the mirror without a care in the world when you walked in

- "y/n, thank goodness you're home, how do you feel about these pants?"

- you just hobbled to the nearest seat, hand resting over the gash on your knee

- mercedes and melchior were lazing across a rug at the base of his mirror, their attention set on you

- "u-um, yeah, they look good"

- literally just trying not to bleed out, over here

- "good? oh really, now, y/n don't they look amazing?"

- "yes, they look ama- ow, damnit"

- then he turned around

- immediate shock and worry! oh no oh no y/n is hurt!

- mercedes and melchior walked over first, whining as they took in the cut, brushing around the edges

- lucio raced over, squatting down in front of you, and began examining the cut

- "hey, hey, what happened?"

- "i accidentally tripped on my walk in the garden and scraped my knee on the cobblestone"

- he was lightly touching around the cut, gauging how sensitive it was

- when you flinched he stopped, looking into your eyes with a soft "sorry"

- "i think i need to go to the palace infirmary"

- "oh there's no need, i can take care of you!"

- you were not convinced he could take care of you, at least not well

- "uh, lucio, are you sure?"

- he looked slightly offended, at that

- "you know, y/n, i did fight in battles at one point. i have not only tended to my own wounds, but the wounds of others, as well"

- you giggled at the thought

- "much to your protest, though, i'm sure"

- he moved to the small cabinet of medical supplies in the ensuite to your bedroom, returning to your side with it in hand

- "at points, but i don't mind helping you in the slightest"

- for all of his antics, his soft side was enough to make you fall in love all over again

- and although i know he would take care of you in literally any situation, i can't say for certainty that he would stick around and place nurse lucio for long if a person had hurt you

- attacked you

- much like nadia, the guards would be sent out without a second thought, lucio leading the pack in the search for you aggressor

[mimisempai]

Learning by falling

Summary:

"Take off your shirt."

Pleasantly surprised to hear these words in Greg's mouth as he walks home, Mycroft doesn't immediately see that Greg is not at all amused.

Notes:

Mystrade Monday #38 “Take off your shirt.”

@mystradepromptsandscenarios

On AO3

Rating G - 1071 words

“Take off your shirt.”

Mycroft, sitting on the couch, looked up at Greg's command.

He raised a small mocking eyebrow and replied, "While I'm not against the idea, it's a bit of an abrupt introduction. When we haven't seen each other all day. "

Greg came to stand in front of him, clearly not amused by Mycroft's little joke.

"I'm not kidding Mycroft. Anthea told me you were hurt today." 

 Mycroft took on a haughty look and replied, "And Anthea obviously should have said nothing.  I will remind her occasionally of the rules regarding confidentiality."

Greg sighed in exasperation, "Oh, don't worry!  She followed the rules perfectly.  I don't know how you got hurt and I don't know why you got hurt. I just know that you got hurt. And that it was serious enough for you to go to the emergency room. So don't get on your high horse just yet. I know very well myself that a lot of things about your work are secret and I would never allow myself to transgress the boundaries."

Mycroft kept his superior and obstinate air, "It's not a big deal anyway."

The expression on Greg's face hardened and he replied in a dry tone, "You know very well that it has nothing to do with the severity of your injury. If I had been injured, even in a small way, you'd want to know that too, right?" 

Mycroft, still looking stubborn, did not answer.

Greg said softly, "You know what? Since you don't seem to care. Since you can't see what's upsetting me, then I'll leave you alone."  

As Mycroft looked on in disbelief, Greg turned on his heels and slammed the door to the living room, and Mycroft was startled when the front door slammed too.

Mycroft sighed and took his head in his hands.

He knew he was the one in the wrong.

This was not the first time he had tried to minimize an injury or hide it from Greg.

He was so unaccustomed to having someone care about him that he had long since gotten into the habit of licking his wounds on his own. 

They had often talked about it with Greg and Mycroft had tried to make an effort. But he realized himself that old habits were often hard to break and that was on him.

He had no doubt that Greg would return.

They hadn't been together for so long that something like this would drive them apart. But he knew he had hurt his feelings by reacting this way so he waited.

He didn't have to wait long, a few minutes at most. 

He heard the front door and then some footsteps in front of the living room door as if Greg seemed hesitant to enter. 

He helped him make up his mind and called out to him.

Greg entered the living room looking sheepish. 

And that wasn't what Mycroft wanted. 

Because Greg had nothing to be sorry about. 

His anger and concern had been justified.

Mycroft held out his hand to Greg without a word and Greg rushed to grab it and sit down next to him on the couch. 

As if he was waiting for Mycroft's gesture to speak. 

He began, the words rushing to his lips, "Mycroft, I'm... I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have gotten so upset. I understand-"

Mycroft interrupted him by putting a finger to his lips and shook his head, "No Greg. You don't have to apologize. It's all my fault. You reacted in the right way and it was me who reacted wrong again. I had no right to tell you that kind of thing even about confidentiality. Because I know that you will never cross that kind of line, I trust you completely. I'm just still and always not used to having someone who cares about me as much as you do." 

Greg swallowed and, placing his hand on Mycroft's cheek, he said softly, "I know that Mycroft, and I will always continue to push those boundaries because I also know that you don't mind me caring about you." 

Mycroft was once again completely stunned by Greg's leniency and ability to accept anything from him. But he absolutely had to finish what he had started. It was important and he had to say the words. 

He took Greg's hand on his cheek and, keeping it in his, he said softly but with determination, "Greg it's important to me and I owe it to you. I beg your forgiveness. Forgive me for hiding my injury from you and forgive me for reacting the way I did when you showed me that you cared."

Greg nodded, fully aware of how difficult those words were for Mycroft. He replied, "I forgive you Mycroft completely and totally."

They stayed like that for a long time. 

Aware and happy that they had managed to handle a rough patch again. 

Greg didn't doubt for a moment that there would be many more conflicts about this. After all, Mycroft's habits had been ingrained in him for so many years, it would take time to break them.

Mycroft was also aware that Greg was capable of accepting him and helping him to change. 

So a few seconds later when Greg asked him again, "Take off your shirt," Mycroft did so without hesitation.

He didn't hide the gash across his chest even though it was covered by a bandage.

Seeing Greg's slightly shocked look, he said gently, "Don't worry.  It's really only superficial. Otherwise I wouldn't be home."

Greg looked at him,  searching for any hint of minimization in his eyes and he couldn't find any.

He stood up and said softly, "Your punishment, Mycroft, is that tonight I will take care of you."

He helped Mycroft lie down on the couch, being careful not to touch the site of his injury, made him comfortable and kissed him gently on the lips.

As he stepped back, he whispered, "I'll take care of everything."

Mycroft watched him walk away toward the kitchen with a small smile on his face. He chastised himself one last time, telling himself that if he had been honest from the beginning he would have gotten to this point right away. 

Then he let himself go on the comfortable sofa, letting himself be lulled by the sounds Greg was making in the kitchen.

Maybe the habit wouldn't be so hard to break after all.

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Tipsy Friday nights are the best! :D I'd love any kind of S1 Coldflash. Maybe after Rogue Air (or even earlier if you like)? Chance encounter in civvies or meeting while in costume or anything! <3

OMG, I'm still alive, I promise! I've made a vow to myself that I'm going to finish all my unfinished prompts before I focus on my other projects, so even though this is short, I hope you enjoy it!

(Also on AO3.)

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Leonard stepped through the door of his safehouse, relaxing only once the last lock clicked into place. It had been a busy night, and the adrenaline from his very successful double-cross was starting to leach out of him. Despite his wrung-out exhaustion, he went to his work table. Out of habit and routine, he settled into his chair, placing his cold gun in front of him, and got to work.

Cleaning his gun was almost meditative, and he focused on dismantling every screw, examined each piece for wear and tear, and once he was sure that everything was as it should be, he set the cold cell to recharge. His back popped when he sat back in his chair, and he indulged in a long, satisfying stretch.

Leonard caught a whiff of ozone and paused, his skin crackling with the awareness that he was no longer alone. He turned in his chair and caught sight of Barry in his civvies and relaxed--didn't have to worry about his dismantled gun when Barry wasn't in costume. The kid still liked to play fair.

"So upset you had to make a house call?" Leonard asked.

Barry glowered at Leonard and crossed his arms over his chest. "We're in a warehouse, Snart."

Leonard huffed a laugh and stood, facing Barry completely. "Didn't Detective West teach you it's rude to insult someone's home?"

"You don't live in a warehouse!" Barry snapped, and Leonard raised his hands in surrender. The action seemed to rile Barry up even more, just the way Leonard had hoped it would.

"As entertaining as this is, I'm assuming you have a reason for coming here so late?" Barry raked a hand through his hair, and Leonard frowned. "Why are you here instead of licking your wounds in private?"

Barry heaved a sigh and looked away from Leonard. "This was a worse idea than I thought it was."

"Obviously," Leonard agreed. "Looks like you've already forgotten my lesson."

"I haven't--" Barry's jaw clenched, and he turned his face away, visibly struggling for some kind of control. "No, I haven't forgotten that your version of helping was being a dick about semantics and releasing dangerous people back out into the world." Leonard watched Barry, partly out of bemusement and partly out of curiosity, and eventually Barry folded, running his hand through his hair again. "Let me get this out, okay? Then I'll leave you alone."

Leonard shook his head, pure wonder filling him in a way he hadn't felt in years. "I did a number on you tonight, huh?"

"Jake Simmons!" Barry yelped in response. "Deathbolt. You killed him before he could kill me. He was going to kill me. And you stopped him. So. Thank you."

"Barry Allen." Leonard marveled over the name, let it fall from between his teeth as if he were savoring every syllable. "I shot you. Freed all your metas. Broke our agreement." With every word, he took a step closer, keeping his eyes pinned on Barry, filing away each fidget and tic Barry made. "And you're thanking me." He planted his hand on the wall behind Barry's shoulder, and Barry moved back, allowing Leonard to lean in. "I can't tell if you're pulling the wool over my eyes or if you're really just that naive. That's a compliment."

"You drive me crazy," Barry muttered.

Ugh. Leonard wanted to pull this kid's pigtails so bad.

He leaned in just a touch closer. If he turned his head, his mouth would be touching the shell of Barry's ear. Barry could easily use his powers to put some distance between them, but he was standing there like it hadn't even crossed his mind. Against his better judgement, he did turn his head, his nose brushing Barry's hair. "The feeling's mutual." He stepped away, noticing the small, aborted movement Barry made to follow him, and he couldn't resist a smirk as he shook his head. "All that power, and you run around to help little old ladies cross the street."

Barry stared at him for a long moment, and then mirrored Leonard's action, shaking his head slowly from side to side. "All those brains, and you spend your life taking things that don't belong to you."

Leonard crossed his arms and turned back, propping his hip against his work table. "Are we going to have a talk about legalities again? Because I'll remind you, being a vigilante? Isn't exactly legal, either. And if you're feeling regrets about what you did for me, I'll remind you that you could have just accepted my first suggestion."

Barry rolled his eyes. "I wasn't going to retire."

Leonard shrugged. "So here we are. Feel free to leave here whenever the urge hits you." Barry sighed and stared at Leonard in disapproval, falling back into his constipated do-gooder expression. Leonard smirked again for good measure. "I assume you're done, unless you're really just waiting for me to put you on your back again."

Barry blushed a vivid, pretty pink, his green eyes wide and surprised--and in the next second, he was gone in a streak of lightning, leaving the familiar smell of ozone in the air.

Leonard stared at the spot where Barry had stood, his brain spinning its wheels for a second. Barry blushed. He -- huh. Interesting. If he'd known that was on the table, he might have reconsidered his final offer.

That, however, was something to be considered later. Now, he had to decide what his most important blueprints were and shift them to a safehouse Barry didn't know about. Just to cover his bases.

And the next time he saw the Flash? Maybe some flirting wouldn't actually be out of line at all.

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