#i'm taking it a step further and saying their heart count shows on their left arm and they put armor braces on their right arm

[super-secret-clown-corner]

lifesteal

[ninii-winchester]

Only Girl

Pairing : Dean Winchester X Reader

Word count : 1.8k

Warnings: smut, oral (m & f receiving), dirty talk, spanking, language, age gap. MDNI NSFW

Part 2 to One of your girls

A/n : I wrote smut for the first time so go easy on me please.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

Still pressed against the wall outside the bar, Y/n whimpered waiting for Dean to make a move, Kiss her, touch her, just to do anything. Dean squeezed her hips once before pulling away. She turned around to look at him, her face turned into a small frown. Dean chuckled as he noticed her disappointment.

"As much I'd like to give everyone a show like you did, I'm not fucking you outside a bar for our first time together." Dean said dragging her towards the Impala. The drive back to the motel was quick and the she didn't waste anytime walking inside. Dean slowly followed behind her.

Y/n started walking towards their room but stopped when she saw Dean stopping at the counter, "Room's this way, Dean." She pointed her finger to the hallway. He looked at her but didn't respond, instead he clicked his tongue and turned back to the clerk. She watched him put his credit card on the counter, getting another keycard. Dean took his time walking them to their new room and it was making her go crazy. She wanted him bad, she needed him to fuck her into next week but his unhurried and slow moves were driving her nuts.

He opened the room and let her walk in first, her heart was beating loudly in her chest, anticipation getting the best of her. The moment he stepped inside the room his lips were on hers. Fucking finally. She desperately kissed back, grabbing the back of his head pulling him closer. She let out whine when he pulled apart.

"So needy." He tsked gripping her waist.

"Dean please." She whispered batting her lashes at him. He smashed his lips to hers again, his hands moving down to grab her ass. A moan escaped her lips as he landed a slap on her left ass cheek. He let his tongue graze hers, moving in perfect synchronisation. He picked her up and slammed her back into the door, not breaking the kiss.

"Fuck." He pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily. "Do you really want this?" He questioned in all seriousness, if she wants to stop better now because he knows if he went any further he won't be able to. She nodded her head. "Words, baby."

"Yes Dean, fuck me." Dean groaned when he heard her say that. "Hard." She added and Dean's eyes darkened. He put her back on her feet.

"You have a safe word, sweet girl?" He asked in his deep voice. Y/n could feel her pussy clenching around nothing and clit throbbing.

"Cherry." She replied. Dean nodded before pulling away completely. He walked backwards and she took a step but he stopped her.

"Didn't ask you to move, did I?" He questioned sitting on the edge of the bed and she shook her head, taking a step back. "Now strip, and crawl to me." Whatever self respect she had left, after the bar stunt she pulled, went flying out of the window as soon as those words left his mouth. She worked fast to get off every piece of clothing off her body, once she was completely naked she dropped to knees and crawled towards Dean. She stopped right in front of him, he gave her an approving look. "Good girl." He said grabbing the back of her hair. "You're such a slut for cock aren't you, pretty girl." He pulled her body up so she was sat up straight.

"Only for you cock Dean. I want it so bad." She whimpered, feeling an ache in her throbbing cunt.

"I know sweetheart, isn't that why you acted like a whore in front everyone." Dean taunted unbuckling his belt. He grabbed both of her hands and tied them behind her back using the belt. He unzipped his pants, pulling them down to his thighs, he pulled out his hard dick from the confines of his boxers, Y/n licked her lips watching the pre cum oozing out of the tip. "Now suck like the cockslut you are." She didn't waste a second before wrapping her lips around the tip, sucking it like her favourite candy. Dean threw his head back as she swiped her tongue on underside of his shaft, she then took the whole length inside her mouth, deep throating him, "God fuck baby." He snapped his hips, fucking her mouth, Dean sucked in a breath as she choked on his dick, breathing through her nose. He pulled her hair harshly. "Fuck, that mouth feels like heaven."

She continued licking and sucking, hollowing her cheeks intent on making him cum but Dean had other plans. He grabbed her head to pull her off him but she tightened her lips on his cock, he yanked her off harshly, a string of saliva drooled down her chin. He glared at her.  "You're fucking insatiable." He pulled her to straddle his thigh, he could feel her juices coating his bare thigh. His knuckles brushed against her clit and she gasped. "So fucking wet, just from sucking my cock."

"I've been a good girl haven't I? Make me cum please." Y/n whined. She was getting impatient, she needed her release now, without a thought she started grinding her pussy against his thigh.

"You've been good, go on fucking rut against my thigh, make yourself cum." Dean leaned back on his arms watching her struggle to move on his thigh with her hands bound. Tears of frustration pooled in her eyes and she let out a loud whimper.

"Dean please, need to touch you, I wanna cum on your cock." She cried and he grabbed her face kissing her, at was all teeth and tongue clashing, his hand left her face and moved behind her to undo the belt. As soon her hands were unbound she pulled at his shirt, borderline close to ripping it off. Dean flipped her, so laid on the bed. She moved a bit up and laid her head on the pillows. Dean kicked his jeans and boxers and joined her on the bed.

Dean spread her legs open revealing her glistening pussy. "Look at that, such a pretty pussy." He dragged his fingers over her folds making her clutch the sheets tightly. He didn't waste another second before latching his lips onto her clit, sucking harshly. He then shoved his tongue inside her. "Fuck tastes so good." He groaned into her pussy. "I could stay here forever." Y/n grabbed the back of his head and pushed it to her core. She locked her legs on his shoulder keeping him in place.

"Oh God yea, fuck don't stop." She yelled as Dean continued lapping on her juices. "Yes baby, I'm so close."

"That's it baby, say my name." He groaned, pushing two fingers knuckles deep inside her cunt. And she screamed his name, loudly. "Let everyone know who's making you feel so good." He moaned against her clit, scissoring his fingers inside her, hitting her sensitive spot that made her see stars. "Cum for me, sweetheart." And she did. Hard. she felt her whole body shake as her orgasm came crashing. She panted heavily, Dean continued to suck on her clit making her push at his shoulders slightly but he didn't move, he went on relentlessly, overstimulating her. "Dean fuck." He felt her clench around his fingers again, indicating her approaching orgasm. Dean chuckled darkly before he abruptly pulled away.

"Dean what the fuck." She looked down at him.

"I'm still in charge, hot stuff. You cum when I say you cum." Dean smacked her ass sitting up. He grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her closer to himself, settling between her legs. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around her right nipple, his tongue circling the hardened nub while one of his hands groped her left tit. She reached down between their bodies and grabbing his cock, rubbing the tip over her folds. Dean slapped her tit harshly, "such a whore." he said pulling away from her nipple. "You just can't live without cock, can ya?" Before she could answer he gripped her hips tightly and slammed his cock inside her cunt making her back arch from the bed. He didn't let adjust before pulling out and shoving it back in.

"Oh Dean yes fuck me." She bit her bottom lip as he continued to fuck her at a harsh pace, he pushed her legs over his shoulders, hitting her deep from the new angle.

"Look at that tight little cunt taking me so well." She heard Dean groan above her, his gaze locked on where their bodies meet. Her walls clenched around his length, he continued thrusting, hitting her g-spot. He smacked her ass multiple times, "You're squeezing my cock so hard, you like being spanked, little slut." He landed a few more slaps to her ass, "Is this what you wanted?" He wrapped his hand around her throat, "Putting up a show at the bar, begging for my cock, little slut couldn't even wait for me to get another room. You wanted me to fuck you in that room when Sammy could walk in on us huh? Such a whore aren't ya.?"

"Yes yes fuck I'm a whore for you cock. I'm your cockslut, fill me up, fuck i want it so bad."  She begged reaching down and rubbing her own clit. "I'm gonna cum." She whimpered, "please I can't hold it." She waited for him to give her permission to cum but he took his sweet time.

"Hold it baby, I'm right behind ya." Dean choked out, his thrusts faltering, a telltale sign he's close. "Cum. Fucking cum on my cock." He growled squeezing her throat slightly as he spilled his seed inside her. The coil in her stomach snapped and she let go, spilling her juices all over his cock. He stilled inside her, both of them panting heavily, coming down from their highs. He pulled out of her slowly, she winched slightly suddenly feeling empty. "You okay?" Dean asked looking over at her.

"Yeah." She replied smiling at him.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked gently and Y/n could feel her heart burst at his softness. As much as she liked him manhandling her, she was loving his softer side.

"Nope, not at all." She replied honestly.

"Okay." He pecked her lips "I'll be back in a second." He went to the bathroom and came out a washcloth. He joined her bed after he helped her clean up. He wrapped his arms around her pulling her closer to his chest.

"Dean." She called out his name softly, "this changes every thing you know that, right?" She whispered lowly.

"Yeah I know but this isn't going to be a one time thing and we'll talk about this tomorrow I promise. You need to rest okay?" Dean replied kissing the top of her head.

"Okay." In the soft after glow, he held her close, peacefully falling asleep in each other's arms.

[luvs4jhutch]

Backstage Melody

Fanfic type: One shot, fluff.

Word count: 816

Pairing: Singer Fem!Reader x bsf!Peeta Mellark

Warnings: None, just fluff ♡

Summary: After your concert, your best friend and fan, Peeta Mellark (who's got a crush on you), heads to your dressing room to congratulate you on your great work...

The crowd screamed and sang with fervor. The cellphone flashlights moved from side to side to the rhythm of the song, and Peeta Mellark, in the front row, could admire the beauty of his friend singing on that stage.

He was completely mesmerized. He had known you since you both were children, and he had always supported you in your dream of being a singer, which had brought you closer over time. However, recently Peeta had developed feelings for you that he couldn't describe. Being near you was becoming increasingly difficult.

The last song ended, as did the concert, and it was time to congratulate you, whom Peeta, being the good friend that he is, had bought a beautiful bouquet tulips for you.

After a small argument with security and having to show them several photos of him and you together, he managed to get backstage.

Peeta opened the dressing room door without warning (as he usually did). You were taking off the dress you worn for the concert, with your back to him. Normally, this wouldn't affect him, but this time he was left speechless. He observed every muscle in your back stretching, and felt his cheeks turn a soft shade of crimson.

You immediately noticed Peeta's presence and greeted him as usual without actually turning around. You put on a more comfortable clothing as he turned his head to the side and closed his eyes so as not to bother you. Lastly, you released your hair and turned to greet your friend properly.

"How was it?" You asked with excitement and conviction.

"It was... incredible..." Peeta honestly replied, looking at you with a new shine in his puppy eyes.

"Really?" you asked again, even though you already knew Peeta's answer.

"Yes..." After saying that word, both locked eyes and Peeta could feel his heart flutter. Once again, his cheeks blushed slightly, and he immediately broke eye contact. "Uh... by the way, I brought you this," he said, trying not to appear too nervous, as he handed you the bouquet of tulips.

Your eyes widened as you saw them, and you smiled. "Ah! Thank you so much, Peeta! I love these flowers!" you exclaimed, hugging Peeta with excitement.

"I know, that's why I brought them," Peeta replied, returning the embrace.

You both lingered in the warmth of the hug, and as you pulled away, Peeta's hand brushed against yours. Then, fidgeting nervously, he cleared his throat. "Uh, I, um... that performance was amazing. Really, I mean it," he stammered, avoiding direct eye contact.

You chuckled softly, appreciating his sincerity. "Thanks, Peeta. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

The tension between both of you could be cut with a knife. It's clear that you are both attracted to each other.

Smiling gently, you looked at Peeta, his blush deepening slightly. "You know, Peeta," you began, stepping closer to him, "you've always been supportive and understanding..."

"I mean," you continued, your heart racing as you felt the warmth emanating from his presence, "it's not just about the performance or the flowers. It's about how you make me feel... special."

Peeta's heart skipped a beat at your words. He knew exactly what you meant and found himself nodding in agreement. "I... I do?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, you do," you replied, your voice equally soft and trembling with anticipation. Without further hesitation, you reached up and gently cupped his cheek, guiding his face towards yours.

As the tension grew, his gaze locked on your eyes. "I... I think I feel the same way," he continued slowly, his voice growing more confident as his heart raced, his hands twitching with nervous energy.

You leaned in closer, finally closing the distance between you. Your lips brushed against each other in the softest of kisses, sending a rush of warmth and excitement through both of you.

For a moment, you were lost in the moment, savoring the feeling of Peeta's warm lips against yours. As you pulled away, you both took a deep breath, still trying to process what had just happened.

As the initial shock began to subside, you both laughed softly, still in disbelief over what had just happened. You both leaned against the couch, and you snuggled up against Peeta as he wrapped one arm around you, pulling you closer.

As you both found yourselves entwined in a warm embrace, you couldn't help but laugh softly at the situation. "What was that?" you asked.

"I have no idea," Peeta replied with a chuckle. "But it sure felt nice."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in for another kiss, this one a little longer and more passionate than the first. As you pulled away, you both laughed again, trying to take the moment seriously but failing miserably.

"We're such fools," you said between giggles. "I can't believe we just did that."

[awxcoffeexno]

medicine

husband!joel x reader

fic masterlist

summary: your mind and his heart are breaking in sync and medicine doesn't seem to be fixing either.

content: angst, angst, angst, what's new tbh, I'm v sorry I didn't mean to torture you, reader's got mental health problems, joel is a contractor, no outbreak (no use of y/n, no outbreak, age gap (reader is in her 20s, joel is in his 40s))

warnings: terrible mental health, mentions of self harm, mentions of prescribed drug and sedative use, please don't read this if any of this is going to trigger you, this fic might be short but it's super heavy!!

word count: 1.1k

a/n: the way I sobbed writing this lmaoo im sorry T.T, i'm super sick and wrote this in one morning so forgive any errors pls

the door creaks open with a soft lament, announcing joel's arrival.

he's home, but he's not; a tangible ghost hovering between two worlds—one defined by deadlines, contracts, and relentless stress, the other confined to the four walls of a home that has grown colder with each passing day. his footsteps trace a familiar path down the hallway, each one laden with hesitancy and regret, as if the floorboards themselves are a minefield.

when he finally enters your bedroom, you're on the floor, surrounded by photos torn from their frames. your eyes are vacant, aimlessly scanning the images while your mouth mutters words without meaning. the coherent world has slipped through your fingers like grains of sand, and you're drifting on an endless tide, lost in your own head once again.

his eyes scan the scene, widening with a mixture of despair and recognition. "what is happenin’ here, angel?” his voice cracks, a frayed rope on the verge of snapping. you can't answer him, your own words a garbled mess that even you don't understand.

the pill bottle sits untouched on the nightstand, a mute accusation. he glances from you to the bottle and back, his face the canvas of a losing battle between frustration and fear. “y’need to take your medicine,” he exhales, grasping for some sense of normality.

"i don't... why? no. no!" your resistance manifests in broken sentences, but the message is clear in your wild eyes and trembling hands—you hate those pills, hate the haze they cast over your mind and the way they strip you of whatever agency you have left.

"please," he implores, his voice tinged with desperation. he takes a step toward you, but you recoil, pushing yourself further into the corner of the room. the boundaries of his world are closing in, contracting with each day that passes. “y’have to take it,” he repeats even as it kills him, “you ain’t safe like this, sweetheart.”

not safe because he’s seen the frantic mess you turn into. the way you try to find all the knives he’s hidden away in the depths of the attic. the way you pull your hair out in handfuls - the hair he so dotingly does up in braids or in little bows every morning.

a choked sob escapes your lips, a wounded sound that cuts through the tension like a knife. "don't...no, can't...please..."

his eyes dart to the windows, then to the walls that separate your home from your neighbors. "shhh, angel, we can't disturb the people next door, come on now," he says, but his attempt to mask his panic with practicality is failing. the strain is showing in the tight line of his jaw and the pinched corners of his eyes.

he reaches for the pill bottle with shaking hands, the weight of each second like a stone sinking in water. he pours a pill into his palm and moves toward you. you lash out, disoriented, your hand making contact with the bottle, sending it flying across the room. pills scatter on the carpet like lost stars.

for a moment, joel just stands there, staring at the mess as if it's a physical manifestation of your lives—chaotic, broken, irretrievable. then, grabbing the box with syringes from your shelf, he rushes toward you, grabs your flailing arms, and restrains you with an iron grip that's part desperation, part surrender. he holds you tight, as if by sheer force he can meld the fractured pieces of your existence back together.

it hurts you and he knows his grip isn’t gentle. it's ugly. it's painful. but it's the only way he knows to keep you from falling off the edge, the only way he can tether you to a reality that's slipping further and further away. his arms tremble around you, and his breath comes out in ragged gasps that mirror your own disordered breathing.

"i love you. god, i love you so much," he chokes out in apology, the words barely audible over the sound of both your shallow breaths. you can't reply, your own voice lost in the labyrinth of your fragmented mind, but you cling to him as if he's the last solid thing in a world made of quicksand.

finally, your resistance wanes, drained by the struggle, by the sedative he manages to get into your arm after what felt like an eternity of fighting. your body goes limp in his arms, and he gently, carefully, lays you down on the bed. his hands hover over you for a moment, as if he's afraid to let go, afraid that if he does, you'll slip through his fingers for good.

only when he's sure you're asleep does he allow himself to break. he sits on the edge of the bed, head in his hands, and cries. silent, gut-wrenching sobs that he's held back for too long. he weeps for you, for him, for the love that's become a war zone, a place of unending battles with no victories in sight.

his shoulders shake as he cries, looking at the scratches your nails have left on his arms through his tears. he thinks of the hours he's spent away from you, lost in a job that demands more than he has left to give. each contract signed, each project completed, feels like another step away from you.

he thinks of tomorrow, and the day after, each stretching out in front of him like an endless road leading nowhere good. what if it happens again? what if he comes home to find you worse? if? when. when it happens he has no idea what he’ll do.

the hardest thought, the one that hurts the most, is the future he can no longer picture, the one where you fade away completely, lost in a mind that's become a maze with no way out. he can almost see himself, years from now, sitting beside a bed where you lay but are not really there, your eyes vacant, your hands still. the thought is too much and it breaks his heart.

he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, stands up, and looks at you one more time. you're peaceful now, your face relaxed. for a brief moment, he allows himself the illusion that everything is okay, that you're simply asleep, and that you'll wake up tomorrow as the person he fell in love with.

but deep down, he knows the truth. love, as strong and as deep as it is, can't fix this. he can’t fix this. and as he leaves the room, switching off the light and plunging the world into darkness, that thought is the heaviest burden of all.

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tysm for reading. also a big thank you for all the love on my other fics, makes writing all the more fun

love, d 🖤

[dracoxmalereader]

HELLOOOOO 😁😁😁

I request that you PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEE continue making chapters to the Intense series PLEASEEEE 🙏😩 I'M BEGGING ON MY KNEES (not really lmao) PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏

anyway slay ALL day pookie 🫶🫶 😘

Tempermental

Draco x Male Reader

Context: Yes I know the title is misspelled. No I don't care. Why is there an 'A' in temperamental? I refuse to endorse that. Here's the eighth chapter of "Intense" which can be read in full on Ao3 or Wattpad

Summary: Draco's entirely too satisfied with himself having knocked that scarhead down a couple pegs in the train car. What a peculiar coincidence he just so happens to bump into you...

Word Count: 695

The train door clutters shut behind him. Draco steps onto the platform of Hogsmeade station. 

Anger lingers in the breath he lets out, rolling his eyes at nobody in particular. He takes a moment to scan his surroundings, not quite thoroughly enough as he rounds to his right and a body slams into him. Somewhere in the distance, a nightingale echoes a trill into the wet air.

“Watch where you’re going, prat.” He barks, instinctively shoving the weight away from him. 

“Hello to you, too, Draco.” Your familiar voice makes his lungs stutter in his chest.

He swallows the lump of guilt that bubbles up the back of his throat, watching you wobble to stability. He fights the urge to reach out and steady you himself.

You brush his shove off the front of your clothes, and Draco looks you up and down. His sneer etches deeper into his face even as his heart picks up. A bag, cartoonishly large, weighs you down on one side. Book-shaped indents show through the fabric. How scholarly.

Your teeth catch a gleam of light from one of the lanterns, pointing a smile at him. It makes him want to kiss it off you. An uncomfortable wriggling under the skin of his arm unsettles him, makes him clench his left fist until his knuckles curl up past the hem of his sleeve. He reaches over to tug it further down.

“Dreadful summer you’ve had, no doubt.” You say. His frown deepens, brows tilting in. He decides that Potter isn’t the only subject that sounds bad in your mouth. “It’s all over the papers. You alright?”

“Chuffed.” He sarcastically huffs. His lips curl up around it as he speaks.

An amused puff of air files through your nostrils, your smile closing around your teeth. He internally mourns the sight of them. The tension in his chest settles into background noise, sparks popping to life against each of his individual ribs. Your hand reaches out to him in his peripherals.

He’s almost giddy for the contact, but another pang of white-hot pain swells in the ink that’s etched into his arm. He panics as your fingers creep around the fabric now dwelling at his wrist. With a scared breath and the quiet snag of your nails on fabric, he jerks his arm away. 

You break the eye contact he hadn’t realized he’d been lost in to glance down and then back up again. Your eyebrows draw tight, one quirked up in confusion. Your smile falls. Draco feels his face heat up; sweat prickles at his pores. 

Your hand lingers awkwardly in the space between the two of you. Part of him wants to reach out and grab it, lace your fingers together and feel your palms on his, only the more apprehensive of him nudging the urge to dormancy.

A smaller, more fragile part feels like he’s fourteen again. The last of his oxygen leaves his body when your eyes meet for the second time.

Thick silence hangs in the air, but then your fingers are rerouting themselves higher. He lets his arm fall back to his side, subtly trying to hide it behind himself. Your fingers brush up and slip under the lapel of his jacket. Draco feels like he’s swallowed his own tongue.

“I’ll see you around, yeah?” You say it as the playful grin creeps back onto your face.

For a moment, he forgets he’s been given any task to complete this year at all.

He nods dumbly in agreement, head swimming when you back away from him. He hadn’t noticed when his face had relaxed, nor when his mouth had started to hang open, but he sucks a shaky breath into tight lungs and forces it closed as you turn away.

The airiness in his diaphragm filters out as the memory of his mission this school year comes back to him. He waits until you’re weaving into a fog-marred group of other Ravenclaws before he lets himself breathe out. 

Standing there, watching you go, even as dread boils in his stomach; all he can bring himself to coherently think is: Merlin, I’m so in love with him.

Hope you enjoy your request pookie. You've all no idea how many rough drafts it took me to figure out where to go with this story. TT

Happy international women's day. Shout out to my mom and my sister and my best friend for being women. And any of you guys that are women and are reading this. I don't know why you're reading male reader fic if you're not a male reader but a reader is a reader fr. Good job being women, that shit is NOT for the faint of heart. Or so I'm told.

Working through my requests, but the brunt of my graduation project that's left is mostly waiting for people to email me back, so I shouldn't be as spotty as I've been. 18 days left until I have to present, lets get this bread (diploma).

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[takemetothemoon-fics]

helpless pt1

Title: helpless pt1

Pairing: Killian Jones x reader

Word count: 984

Warnings: blood, swearing

Tags: angst, hurt-comfort

Synopsis: when reader gets really hurt, she has no choice but to go someone who is not really her friend....

A/N: I'm back!! I think this will be a multiple part story, I wanted to test something new. so the idea was that y/n arrives at his door beaten up and weak, and he has to kind of take care of her, but she's cold and doesn't wanna open up to him. enjoy :)

MASTERLIST

They got you good. Your face is bloody, and you're covered in bruises. You're a long way from home, and won't make it back in one piece, so you have only one choice.

You new his house wasn't far from where you were, so you gathered yourself and went.

You stand in his doorway, bloody and beaten up. Your knees are weak and you're on the verge of collapsing right then and there

"I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go" You say, weakly.

His eyes instantly show concern. While you are definitely not his friend, he's not a complete monster.

"Come inside"

You try to get over to a chair, but your legs are unstable and it causes you to stumble. He lifts you to the chair as gently as possible, and leans you back. He takes a moment to study the bruises.

"You are beaten pretty badly. Who did this to you?"

Your breathing is heavy. Blood drips out of your mouth on the floor. there's a huge cut on your face, and blood leaks from it. You exhale, not giving him a response. You don't want to open up.

He gives you a stern, but concerned look, waiting for you to speak. It's breaking his heart to see you so roughed up. If this were any of his men in this state, he would be furious.

"You got any antiseptic?" you say, with a cold tone in your voice. Anything to break the silence.

He gets to work quickly, cleaning the injuries and getting the necessary supplies for stitching it up. He takes a deep breath and asks the dreaded question

"Who did this to you, y/n?"

You wince in pain as he touches the cloth to your open wound "It's none of your concern."

He shakes his head. "Your pride is going to get you killed. I have never seen an enemy left in such a state. You can hardly walk. Tell me. Who did this."

You lean your head against the wall, closing your eyes. You let out a groan, feeling discomfort because of your wounds.

"No offence y/n, but you truly are stubborn. I'll ask again. Who did this to you?"

"Let it go Killian."

"No. This could be vital information. The person who nearly killed you could attack you again, or attack me and my men. Or we could have some common ground on this matter. Please just tell me who it was."

"It's nothing!" you yell in frustration as you stand up with trouble. "Thank you for the care. I'm going now." You stand up, regretting your decision of coming here in the first place.

He stands in front of the door and sighs, shaking his head "I can't let you leave in this condition, y/n. You are practically helpless."

"Let me leave." You try to push him aside, but you have no strength left, and it causes you to have to take a step sideways, leaning into the wall with your hands.

"You cannot leave. You are in no condition to move. If whoever attacked you finds you leaving this state, for all I know they would just finish you off. Do not be so stubborn."

"Why are you acting like this? As if you care about what happens to me."

"You may not believe me y/n, but I do care. You have caused me a great deal of grief and rage, but seeing the state you are in right now fills me with empathy. So I'm not asking you again. Who did this to you?"

"It's nothing of your concern Killian"

"I am telling you, it is my concern." He takes a deep breath "Whoever did this to you, they are not good. I am willing to set our little rivalry aside to make sure this person doesn't cause any further trouble. I am only telling you this once, y/n. Who did this to you?"

"shut up." you say, softly.

He rolls his eyes. "What a surprise, the proud, stubborn woman finally breaks." he steps closer and towers over you, looking you dead in the eyes "Who. Did. This. To. You!"

"SHUT. UP!" You yell at him, your voice shaking. Your eyes tear up a little bit. You take a deep breath and put your hands at the wall, holding yourself up.

He notices how much this is obviously hurting you. You are on the verge of tears and it takes all your strength to keep from collapsing. It secretly pains him to see you in such a state. He sighs and looks at you. He takes a step closer and places a hand on your shoulder. He speaks in a softer tone

"I know this may be a shock to you y/n. But I'm willing to put a hold on his hate for you to help you. We can put our rivalry away temporarily and focus on this matter at hand. All I ask is for you to tell me who did this to you, so that I may ensure this does not happen to you or anyone I may care for again."

"Fine. It was Sunamo and his men." You say softly, having your eyes closed.

His eyes show shock and his jaw drops at such a name. Sunamo is a sadistic monster who knows no mercy. He lets out a slow exhale. For the first time in all his time knowing her, you are showing slight trust in him. This is certainly a breakthrough.

"What did they do to you?"

You look at your shoes with a puzzled look on your face, looking for words.

"Take your time. I am not going anywhere until I get the whole story. This Sunamo is someone I have had my eye on for a while. You are not the first to suffer at his hands. What did he do?"

[angelatmidnight1]

Falling Flat

A/N: I'm not sure if you're still here anon, and I can't find the ask anymore, but this is the tickle fic for lee!Seer, ler!Octane story that was requested a while ago. Sorry it took so long. I'm really rusty in this fandom but I hope you like it!

Fandom: Apex Legends

Pairing: Octane and Seer- platonic.

Word Count: 2,335.

Octane was popping off in a match alongside Seer, only to trip over a death box and fall. And, Seer refuses to let him live it down. He makes one playful comment too many before Octane prods at a ticklish spot. He doesn’t get much of a reaction out of him, seemingly not ticklish, but he’s determined. Octane’s determination pays off; Seer is indeed ticklish. He’s just annoyingly good at hiding it. 

“Silva, wait.” 

Seer hurried after his teammate in a duos match, falling further and further behind. Octane scoffed and jabbed himself with another stim. 

“No way, Obi! I want in on this action,” He threw the empty stim over his shoulder, stuck himself with another one, and literally left him in the dust. He whipped out his shotgun, grinning as he loomed in on Containment, where multiple teams were fighting. “I won’t take all of the loot…maybe!”

Seer halted, putting both of his hands on his knees. He wasn’t a stranger to a long run, but keeping up with Octane was impossible. He used his Heart Seeker to scan the area ahead. Sure enough, he detected multiple heart beats. He sighed. 

“The show begins,” He unholstered his R301 and threw down his Exhibit to highlight the enemies’ positions. “With luck, we will be the last squad remaining on stage.”

Octane didn’t need any luck. He entered the fray in a green blur, downing enemies left and right. It was either that the enemies didn’t see him until it was too late, or they were too slow to react if they did. By the time Obi got his shots in, Octavio was the kill leader, and death boxes littered the ground like confetti. 

“HAHA! What’d I say?” Octane, still riding the high of adrenaline, whirled around and grinned at his teammate. “Told you I’d kick their asses. Didn’t even need any of your fancy tech.” 

Seer rolled his eyes, chuckling. “You may not have needed it, but I trust that my exhibit made it easier to locate our opponents. Still, your performance was spectacular. They were not prepared for you.”

As if Octane’s ego needed to get any bigger, he cheered. “¡Gracias, amigo! Now, enough talk,” He stepped over one of the death boxes. “Let’s go find another—”

His foot got caught under the box he intended to step over. Instead, he tripped and hit the ground with an ungraceful splat. Any loot that he picked up spilled out of his inventory, and his shotgun ended up skidding away from him. “Maldita caja (damn box), my foot—”

Seer inadvertently snorted. He turned his head, face hidden by his hat, and chuckled. While Octavio worked on prying his foot free, he gave his teammate a bewildered look. 

“Why’re you standing there? Help me move this box,” Octane demanded. The box was heavier than it looked, and the speedster’s foot was really caught. Seer’s shoulders shook with restrained laughter before he got himself together. 

“My apologies,” Seer coughed and wiped one of his eyes. He approached him and leaned over to lift the box up. “Here, allow me.”

Octavio would’ve thanked him if Seer’s eyes weren’t glossy with tears. He narrowed his eyes behind his goggles. “Were you just laughing?”

“I was not laughing at you.” Seer answered, smiling. “I hope you are not injured, truly. I just— the manner in which you fell was comical.”

“No, it wasn’t!” Octane bristled. “My foot got stuck under the stupid box!”

“I noticed.” Seer did his best to suppress another chuckle, but he still wore the remnants of a grin. After he helped Octane move the box off his foot, he helped him stand. “Come, I believe I hear more enemies to our west. But allow me to go ahead of you, so I can pinpoint any tripping hazards.”

Octane rolled his eyes, chuckling. For someone as artsy-fartsy as Obi, he had jokes. “Shut up, let’s just go..” He playfully nudged the artist’s side. Seer fidgeted and went ahead. Octavio wasn’t truly upset;  it was refreshing that his friend had a funny bone. Rest assured, though, he’d get him back for those little jokes.

The jokes persisted even after the games. As the Legends returned to the drop ship, Seer lounged across a sofa in the common room, watching a replay of the match on his tablet. He sometimes looked at his past matches for a source of inspiration for his art.The cameras caught Octane’s fall and he put a hand over his mouth to stifle his chuckling. This caught Octavio’s attention, who normally didn’t like sitting around, but definitely needed a breather. He had an energy drink in hand as he approached the sofa. He peeked over the artist’s shoulders and chided him.

“You’re still laughing at that? It wasn’t funny!” Octane climbed over the couch and elbowed the man’s side again. “Turn it off.”

Seer chuckled some more. “I am only rewatching the match to inspire my drawings. The arena is dangerous territory and I wish to immortalize memorable battles. Your acrobatics were definitely something to remember.” 

Octane narrowed his eyes, feeling a mix of amusement and mild annoyance, before his lips turned into a dangerous grin. “Yeah? You think so?” 

Seer’s chuckles died down, giving way to a questioning look. Then, without warning, Octane put his drink down and lunged towards him, fingers prodding into his exposed side. Obi gasped and almost dropped the tablet. Encouraged, Octane dove in again, giving the same side a squeeze. “Go on, laugh it up, fancy pants.”

The artist stiffened and chased after the speedster’s hand with his own, barely managing to catch it. “Octavio, what—”

Octane’s grin widened. He easily pulled his hand out of the man’s grip and wormed his fingers across his stomach. “Ticklish, amigo?” 

Obi’s breath hitched, and after failed attempts to re-grab Octavio’s hand, he settled for scooting out of his reach, arm around his torso. “No, I am not. And I apologize, I will refrain from teasing you further.” 

“Oh no, we’re way past that,” Octane followed Seer and snickered as he held him back. “Why’d you flinch if you’re not ticklish?”

“It was a reflex,” Seer wrestled with his arms and managed to keep the determined speedster at bay. “Octavio, biko, this isn’t necessary.”

“Like hell it isn’t! You’ve been cracking jokes about me all day. If you’re not ticklish, then this shouldn’t bother you.” The pushing and grappling of arms continued until Octane gained a window of opportunity. With his lightning fast reflexes, he managed to reach around Obi’s arms and use both hands to prod and scribble into his stomach. 

Again, Seer jolted. He wasn’t as ticklish as some of the more sensitive Legends, at least not without a softer touch, but Octane was persistent. He was able to refrain from laughing, save for sharp intakes of air, and battled with the speedster’s hands. 

“You sure are squirming a lot for someone who isn’t ticklish,” Octane smirked. He stayed two steps ahead of the artist by jumping to a different spot on his torso whenever he tried to grab him. “Makes me think you’re lying.”

“I am n-nohot-” Seer chuckled ever so slightly when squeezed just below his ribs. Both men froze, a knowing glint behind Octavio’s goggles, but the moment was short lived. 

Seer rose, intending to create space between himself and Octavio. Octane was quick to follow. He may have had speed on his side, but Obi was incredibly nimble, making it difficult to bring him down. Literally.

“You laughed!” Octavio lunged towards him again, trying to drag him back down to the sofa, but Obi was able to wriggle out of the attempts. “Just admit it and maybe I’ll go easy on you.”

Even while avoiding Octane wriggling fingers, Seer moved with grace. He almost danced out of his grasp and held the speedster back by the shoulders. There was an almost imperceptible smile tugging at his lips. 

“You are mistaken, I assure you. Now, let us discuss this calmly without resorting to such antics.”

“Boring!” Octane cut in and twisted in the man’s hold. With a couple of quick, erratic movements, he was free again. “Nope, you asked for this.”

“Then you leave me no choice—” Seer grunted as the speedster tackled him but, this time, he was ready. Before Octane could pin him, his hands shot up and buried under his arms, his finger claws scritching into the soft center of his underarms. Octavio screeched before dissolving into loud laughter. 

“HEHEY! N-Nohoho you dohon’t!” Despite his words, and despite sitting on Obi’s waist, Octane swiveled his body to and fro, abandoning his own attack to defend himself. Seer smirked. 

“I was hoping to have a conversation, but it seems that this is all you will respond to.” He spoke calmly over his wild cackles and sat up, swiping his fingers in circular motions over the sensitive skin. “That is fine. I am nothing if not adaptable.”

Octane’s laughter only grew louder as Seer’s fingers continued fluttering over his armpits. He doubled over and squeezed over the man’s knees on his way down; not necessarily to tickle, but it earned him a startled yelp. It was distracting enough to get the artist to pause, and Octavio took the opportunity to flip their positions. Octane pinned Seer down on his stomach and went for the same spot: the underarms. 

Octane didn’t know to what extent Seer was ticklish; hell, he didn’t expect him to be ticklish at all! Tickling him was a shot in the dark that he didn’t think would go very far. The artist squeezed his arms against his sides as Octane worked his thumbs into the hollows. He squirmed and tried to crawl forward, but Octavio sitting on his back made it impossible. 

“O-Octahavio-” Seer pursed his lips to keep from laughing, but a few chuckles still escaped him. He didn’t make it easy for Octane; he writhed and bucked when those quick scritches worked down his ribs, then to his sides. “Wait!”

“Nope. I already told you, waiting’s boring.” The speedster chuckled and reached underneath him to resume tickling his stomach. No matter how much he squirmed, he was able to stay on his back and run his short nails up and down his abdomen. Then, unconsciously, he lightly poked back up his sides, and those restrained chuckles became a lot more prominent. 

Octane grinned broadly. “Yeah, totally not ticklish,” Having made the connection, he spidered back up the man’s sides, earning louder chuckles. “Could’ve fooled me, Obi.”

Seer’s shoulders shook as he tried, and failed, to stop chuckling. He squirmed more vigorously as the notion of squirming away became less likely. “I dihihd nohot mehehan- please, wahahait!”

Octane prodded just below the man’s rib cage, relishing in his usual stoic friend’s frantic snickering. “Didn’t mean what?” He repeated, suddenly jumping back to his armpits and scribbling. Seer bucked and laughed deeply. “Didn’t mean to laugh at me, or didn’t mean to call me a klutz?”

“I dihihd nOHOHOt cahahall youhuhu a klutz!” Seer insisted in between bouts of laughter. He desperately squeezed his arms against his sides even more, but it didn’t deter Octane’s tickling. Octane was still able to scrabble around the man’s armpits, alternating between digging into the centers and lightly circling around the area. The latter got a slightly stronger reaction. “Bihihkohoho! I will not tehehease you again, I promise!”

 “Yeah, and I’ll start walking everywhere,” Octane laughed. He moved his hands back to his ribs and pinched along the back of them, eliciting even harder laughter. “You were laughing before, right? So go ahead: laugh!”

 Seer rocked side to side, his laughter taking on a desperate note as the speedster continued to pinch and knead over his ribs. “I’m SOHOHORRY!” He tried to roll onto his back and trap Octavio’s hands, but he made sure he stayed put. “OcthHAHAvio!”

“Damn, had I known you were this ticklish before, maybe I wouldn’t have thought you were so boring.” Octane snickered and let him turn over. He continued to tickle his ribs, worming in between the bones before raking his nails back and forth, which left the artist in stitches. All of his squirming and laughing made his hat come off, and the tickling continued. 

The energy drink that Octavio had earlier had kicked in and, despite having a blast tickling Seer, he needed to stretch his legs. That didn’t mean he had to stop the fun so soon, though. He slowed his tickle attack to a halt, climbing off the man’s waist to stretch his legs. Seer heavily let his head fall back on the ground as he caught his breath.

“You are incorrigible,”  Seer breathed. He sat up and gathered his hat off of the ground, brushing off any dust specks. While he spoke, Octane downed the rest of his energy drink. Then, he smirked. 

“Don’t get too comfortable yet, Obi. We’re not done,” Octane’s smirk widened as he threw the can over his shoulder. “Just wanted to stretch my legs. But I’ll give you ten seconds to run.”

“I- what more do you want besides an apology?”

“Forget that!” Octane scoffed.  “I’m not really mad. You laughed at me, so it’s only fair that I get to make you laugh too. Ten.” 

Seer backed away when the man leaned towards him. He grinned an apprehensive grin. “Surely we can resolve this in another way? Perhaps by sparring in the training grounds?”

“Nope! Nine.”

“Octavio-”

The speedster did a fake-out lunge towards him, laughing when he flinched. “You’re still talking? Eight sevensixfive-”

Seer’s eyes widened and, without another word, he sprinted out of the common room and down the hall. It wasn’t even another three seconds before he heard the metallic whir of Octane’s legs behind him. In his haste to get away, he stumbled over the carpet, and Octane was quick to seize the opportunity. Octavio burst out laughing as he wrestled the man back down. 

“Nohoho! Octahahavio! OCTAHAHAVIO!”

While Octane worked on getting his legs down, he squeezed at Obi’s knees, and the man wheezed. He kept his hands there, laughing harder as Obi squirmed like a fish out of water.

“Dude, really? After all that talk, you take a spill like that?” Octane eventually managed to get Obi’s legs pinned underneath him and continued tickling. It’d be a while before he’d let Seer dash off again.

[lycaonlover]

Orc Lover (Gambrol) P3

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Word Count: 1950

Female Reader X Female Orc

Part 3

Heather must not have said anything to Oleok because as more days passed I wasn't teased or taunted by either of them. Grug and Gambrol left to hunt for livestock suppliers and local builders to set up for the farm. He was moving fast, deciding on using some of the land just before you reached their house so it was closer for townspeople to tend to it after he chose which ones he would hire. They were like two peas in a pod, Gambrol pushed for it just as much as he did even though she apologized excessively for having to leave so quickly after our moment, I had to ensure her I'd be fine and she should go.

It got much quieter though, at the house. Oleok and Heather decided to have a double baby shower and spent a lot of time at the dining table putting things together for it. It left me with a lot of chores but I couldn't complain, Heather was the size of a watermelon but Oleok looked ready to burst.

"Mae, could you bring us some card stock from the office?" Oleok asks as I place a flower filled vase on the table.

"Yes, of course." I rush off and bring some back to her.

"I'm sorry we're having you do so much these days, my ankles just get so swollen I'm getting a feeling these babies want out pretty soon." Heather sympathizes. "On the plus side, Gambrol comes home tonight. So does her older brother Milok, and Grug." Suddenly a smile shines from Oleok.

"Milok!" She exclaims before turning to me and showing off her beam. "I'm so excited you get to meet him! He's been away for a while. He's actually an architect like your father!"

"Like my father? Did they work together?" I ask surprised.

"I think so, your father helped around with some structures and properties around the town including in our own home. He's a good reason why you got the job, he was family. Just like you." Oleok comes up to me and embraces me into a warm hug.

"Oh, thank you." I blush and hug her back. "I wouldn't say that, I work for you guys but I wouldn't want to impose."

"Nonsense! You mean so much to everyone here, especially Gambrol." She leans away and winks before reclaiming her seat at the table as the front door swings open and slams against the wall.

"Heather!" A loud booming voice echoes through the foyer practically shaking the crystal vases and chandelier above them.

"Milok!" Heather squeals and rushes out of the room to the voice and I quietly follow behind her to see her be engulfed in the arms of a large orc male wearing a very pricey looking suit.

Slipping out from behind Milok and Heather was Grug and I couldn't hide the small frown that formed on my face before he noticed and laughed.

"Don't you worry," He walks up to me and pats my head. "She's waiting for you in the garden. She thought you'd be there." Walking past me I slide past the spectacle at the door and go around toward the flowers to see Gambrol leaning over and smelling some lilacs.

I try to calmly stride over to her and she turns as my foot crunches a leaf. A heart-stopping smile radiates from her as she holds her arms open. I don't take an extra second to think before slipping into them and resting my head on her chest as she strokes my hair. "I missed you..." She whispers to my ear before pressing a kiss to it. I nuzzle my face further into her and she chuckles, "are you tired?" I nod.

Gambrol lifts my legs up as I hold onto her neck and starts to walk us into the house. Everyone was in the dining room chatting and laughing about their adventures as she leads us up the stairs towards my bedroom before trying to set me down. "Lay down with me...?" I say grabbing hold of her hand as she starts to step away.

She complies immediately, taking her shoes off before laying behind me and pulling me into her, running fingers through my hair. "You really awoke something in our family," Gambrol starts to whisper to me. "I'm glad you joined us." She finishes before laying kisses to my head as a start to drift into sleep.

A knock sounds at the door jolting me awake and realizing I was alone. "Come in!" I shout trying to sit up as Heather enters the room.

"Sorry to wake you! I wanted to bring you some breakfast, you have the day off today since everyone is home we just want to celebrate with just the family. We'll be having a big dinner with more guests later so Gambrol left a dress for you to wear before heading out to bring a few invites to family members that have no address." She chuckles placing a tray full of every type of breakfast item you could think of.

"That's... a lot of food." My eyes widen looking back up at her.

"I know, I told her it was too much food but she insisted you had all of it before she had left." Heather rolls her eyes but smiles and sits on the bed with me. "She's really taken a liking to you Mae..." she starts.

"I'd hope she at least likes me." I smile sheepishly and shake my head. "I'm pretty sure I more than like her..." I admit.

"You know what I meant!" She gently pushes my shoulder and gets up. "Make sure to wear that outfit tonight, but other than that enjoy the day off!" Heather says leaving the room.

I spend the day wandering about the home and grounds, it was fascinating how quickly Grug made things happen as I saw pens already being built in some parts of the property. They also hired decorators and catering for tonight as I tried to ignore the influx of cars in the front and guests I didn't know before today came filing into guest rooms downstairs. "There you are!" Grug booms from the other side of the foyer before making large strides toward me. "I need to ask you something, business related." He starts to pull me toward the study and closes the door after we enter. "Take a seat for a moment." He says, reaching into his desk and bustling through the drawer. Papers start to get tossed out before I notice a latch noise and he pulls out a box. Wiping his large hands to dust off the small thing before passing it to me, taking me two hands to hold it. "Open it, it's alright. Nothing to bite you." He chuckles dropping down into his chair.

Opening the box slowly, it reveals jewelry. Hair beads and matching earrings, necklace, bracelets. "These are beautiful..." I say as I pull out some of the pieces to get a better look. They had precious gemstones, ruby, sapphire, emerald and the like.

"I want you to wear them tonight. They were crafted for our bloodline so I want other family members to know you're one of us." He explains before coming over to pick up one of the hair beads. "You'll get a braid from Oleok as well as me." He continues as he starts to section off my hair and braids it. "I also want to say thank you, you've reminded me of the reason I built our name to where it is. I get carried away with paperwork and semantics, and here you are shining a light on the bigger picture." He finishes the braid and places the jewelry, backing away to admire his work.

"Thank you," I start, "you've given me a home and a sense of security I lost after my dad passed away. We use to spend a lot of time talking about the builds he'd work on. When that fire happened..." my whole body shivers and he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"It's alright, I know. Why don't you head out to Oleok, she's in her room getting dressed." He grins and starts to gently push me out of the study.

Heading over to Oleok's room I knock and hear a quick, "one moment!" The door springing open wide after a few rustling sounds. "Oh!" She pulls me in quickly and smiles wide noticing the braid and box in hand. "You look wonderful Mae, Grug did a great job." Sitting me down in front of a mirror she opens the box in my hands and grabs another hair piece before starting on another part of my hair. "You must be aware of how important you are already to our family, but I just wanted to make sure to say thank you for joining it and accepting us as we are."

"Thank you!" I start to interject, "you've all done so much for me already, I was supposed to be an employee but I feel like so much more than that today..." Oleok finishes her braid and placement of the bead, hugging me tight to her.

"You were family before you even walked through that door, honestly. Not many people would have made the cut or even been able to handle us. The stigma of orcs run deep in this town, not to mention the fact that we own so much around here. We've grown a list of enemies just as much as we have friends." Kissing my cheek she releases and helps me back up. I look in the mirror and look at the braids smiling and looking up at Oleok. "Now go finish getting ready."

Evening arrives and I had put on the remainder of the jewelry, save a few hair jewels I thought I probably wasn't allowed to put in my own hair as well as the forest green dress Gambrol had gotten me. It felt surreal, looking in the mirror at my entire ensemble I looked royal. I had pulled some of my hair up to show the earrings and braids better, and the scoop neckline of the dress compliments the necklace perfectly. Taking a deep breath I head out of the room and head down the stairs to the foyer, looking down to see a group of people gathers talking and laughing together before I make eye contact with Gambrol. She beams at me as she heads toward the base of the stairs, holding her hand up in anticipation of mine taking it. I smile back at her and reach her quicker, hand in hers as she brings it up to her lips and kisses me softly. Her tusks grazing my skin before placing my hand on her arm to lead me toward a group of people she was originally standing with. "Such a beautiful woman you have on that arm, Gambrol." A man starts to look me up and down before smirking.

"Yes, I'm fairly blessed to have her." She responds in kind, making sure he was aware I was taken. I gently squeeze her arm and giggle a little, she was clearly possessive over me but it made me happy.

We spent the rest of that night with her talking to numerous people, mentioning my project involvement with the family and getting me a few hard pats on the shoulder as well as a big hug from what I was assuming was an aunt of hers. Heather was dealing with similar reactions, but also including excitement for the new babies arriving soon. "When will you be giving us children?" A voice sounds to my right.

"It's much too early to be asking those things, Murzush." Gambrol responds quickly.

"Of course, my apologies." She smirks and slips away.

"Could I actually talk to you in private for a moment?" She turns to whisper into my ear, making me flush slightly at the feel of her breathe.

"Yeah that's fine." I respond as she already leads me away from crowds outside.

"Let's go to the garden gazebo." She directs me as she pushes me ahead of us.

As I look forward, I start to notice the gazebo lit up by fairy lights wrapped all around it. Flowers of multiple varieties adorn the beams and cascade down every part they could causing me to pause and turn back to look at Gambrol. She was smiling with a look I hadn't seen yet before in her eyes. "Go ahead." She encourages as I make my way closer to the gazebo. What was she trying to do?

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Thank you for your patience!! I hope you enjoy the much in demand part 3 of Gambrol and Mae's story! There is a part 4 in the works, for those upset about this fabulous cliff hanger.

[c-m-stuff]

Undercover

-Description: You and Spencer are married. When you needed to go undercover, something went wrong.

-Warnings: Angst, language, mention of rape, mention of fight

-Word count: 1214

-Note: Hey guys, I'm back with a somewhat more angsty one. Speaking of the warnings, those are only mentions, nothing got discussed in detail. This is also a repost from Wattpad! If you have any requests, send them in! Much love!

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Y/N POV:

'Are you ready?' Aaron asked, while we sat in the black SUV with Derek and JJ.

'Yes, I'm ready.'

I was about to go undercover, meeting with the unsub on a so called date. After creating a fake profile on one of the most popular dating sites, it took me an hour of chatting, before he finally asked me out.

I wore a beautiful, black dress, with stunning, black heels under it. A necklace was hugging my collarbone, while my hair was just loosely behind me. I got an earpiece in my ear, hearing everything the team said.

I took my little handbag, and stepped out of the SUV. While I took place in the sweet restaurant, Derek and JJ came walking in, taking place not much further. While we were all waiting for the man to show up, Penelope began talking.

'While we need to wait for that creep, I really need your advice, cupcake. I am stuck between two choices for a gift for Kevin's upcoming birthday. Either a thick book with lots of words in it, or a lame men's perfume.'

'Garcia, let's keep this professional.' Hotch joined the conversation, before adding:

'But, I would go for the book.'

'Look at that. Boss man has taste.' Derek chimed in.

'I agree. Thank you, sir.'

'He's coming.' Aaron announced, making my heart beat faster out of nervousness.

There he was. Victor Parker, the unsub we needed to catch. Thanks to the pictures, we've sent of ourselves, we were able to recognize one another. He looked around, before spotting me. I smiled, waving him over.

'So you must be my gorgeous date? I'm Victor Parker as you know, it's nice to meet you.' he kissed me on the cheek, before taking place on one of the seats.

'Thank you, I'm (fake name), it's nice to meet you too.'

We began talking about whatever came up in our minds, the team telling me to keep him distracted. The food came quick in, as we ended it later with a dessert. He was quiet easy to talk to, you wouldn't say, he's the bad guy. But, maybe that was the dangerous part.

After a lot of talking, eating delicious food and laughing, our date came to an end. But, not if Victor has anything to say about it.

'Hey gorgeous, would you want to watch a movie at my place? You can pick.' he smiled widely at me, a glistering in his eyes, that made me somehow shiver.

'We still don't have evidence, agree on the invitation.' my boss ordered through the earpiece, as I smiled, sweetly.

'I would love too!' I told him, as we left after paying. While we were walking towards his car, the team was talking in my ear.

'JJ and I, will drive right behind you, pretty girl.' Derek reassured, as Penelope chimed in.

'I'll watch the street security cameras, keeping an eye out for you two.'

'Be careful, love.' the man I much rather have a date with, spoke a bit concerned, as I cursed in my head for not being able to answer them.

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Spencer's POV:

I was watching the camera footage with Garcia, seeing the car my wife was in, while Morgan and JJ drove right behind them.

'And, boy wonder. Now you two are married, have you ever thought about having baby geniuses one day?' she asked, curiously, but I hadn't need to think about the answer.

'I-um, I actually would love to be a father someday.' I admitted, causing her to let out an enthusiastic shriek.

We turned our full attention back to the screens, Garcia switching from one security camera to another, the unsub and my wife still talking.

'Are you also scared of spiders? I'm terrified of them.'

My eyes went wide, hearing the sentence, (Y/N) just said. Garcia looked at me, worried as well. She just spoke the safety word, meaning something was wrong.

'Oh no, this is not good.' she turned around again to look at the screens, only seeing the car of Derek and JJ. She immediately began typing, the footage jumping from one to another.

No (Y/N) to be seen.

'Shit, we lost them.' I heard Derek curse through the walkie-talkie. I was quick in calling Hotch, my panic increase.

'Hotch, we got a problem.'

After explaining everything, it only took moments before he came storming in.

'Garcia, can you trace her earpiece?'

'No, I can't trace anything. They're probably somewhere without a signal.'

'No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I loved our date, I'm grateful we met.' (Y/N) her panicking voice sounded loudly through our walkie-talkie, she was clearly afraid. I began to panic more, scared something would happen to (Y/N).

'So, do you own this place?' she asked Victor, with a shaky voice.

'Oh, it's from your mother.'

'Garcia-'

'I'm on it!'

After the quick typing, she gave us the address, as we ran towards the SUV's. While driving with high speed, I couldn't maintain my emotions, my fears and concern visibly for everyone. It only got worse when hearing a terrified (Y/N) yelling.

'No! You don't have to do this! Please!' Morgan pressed harder on the gas, the inability of hearing the unsub bothered us every second more.

'No, please, stop!'

The next moment, we heard several screams and background noise. It looked like a fight was going on.

'We're here!' we immediately ran inside, our guns pointed in front of us.

As Morgan kicked in the door, we saw (Y/N), sitting on the back of the unsub, firmly holding his hands. Morgan quickly took it over from her, cuffing and escorting him away. Her shirt was off, leaving her in her bra. She had a blue eye, along with some other bruises.

I ran towards her, finally allowing the tears to roll. We both allowed. I wrapped gently my arms around her, scared to hurt her. After a lot of tears, I slowly pulled away, looking into her scared eyes.

'Did he?-' she shook her head, knowing what I was referring for. I was quick in taking my FBI coat off, helping her in it.

'He didn't. He only took my shirt off, before I hit him in the balls. It was a whole fight.' I sighed a breath of relief, glad she reacted fast, glad she was safe.

'I was so worried. You did so good, my love. I'm so proud of you.' I wrapped her in another hug, as I pressed kisses on her head, while rubbing her back, gently.

'Spence?'

'Yes, sweetheart?'

'Bring me home, please?'

'Of course! But, let's first go to the ambulance. I want to make sure you're alright.'

So said, so done. The paramedics checked her out and took care of her wounds. Afterwards, we went home, took an relaxing bath, and fell peacefully asleep in each other's arms.

[skzinka]

“ IT'S TIME FOR CONFRONTATION ” ft. bang chan

timeline : december, 2021

synopsis : it's time for chan to face the consequences of his decision towards inka.

word count : 1.1k>

« can we talk? » inka's voice was sharp, as sharp as the blade of a kitchen knife. chan frowned, turning his face to the younger woman who had her arms crossed against her chest. she seemed preoccupied, hurt, angry, but the leader could not say why.

when she turned to go to a room farther away, out of sight, he trotted behind her to join her, not really sure what she suddenly wanted to talk to him about. as he locked the door behind him, inka had her back to him, sighing loudly enough for him to hear her.

« so.. » she began softly, finally deigning to face chan who still seemed to be in total incomprehension, « when were you going to tell me? »

the young adult raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side to show his incomprehension. inka stuck her tongue against the inside of her cheek, trying her best not to strangle him. approaching little by little, she kept her arms crossed against her chest, almost digging her nails into her skin to avoid any inappropriate gestures. « you really don't know what i'm talking about? » she continued in a cold tone, which made the older man's blood run cold.as far as he could remember, he had only seen inka this scary and angry once — and he clearly didn't want to deal with her in those moments.

« if i tell you, lee minho and me, you understand a little more? » and suddenly, chan seemed to lose all his means, not knowing what to say or do. removing his hands from his pockets, he observed for a long time the furious look of the young woman facing him, and he understood that she knew everything, « listen, kalaya, i can- »

« uh uh, no. you listen to me. » she said in a nervous laugh, approaching him with a decided step, pointing her accusing index finger on his chest, « i would never have believed it coming from you, you can't even imagine how mad i am at you. »

chan didn't know what to say, he just stood there listening to her, accepting the fact that he had probably screwed up on this one. « not only did you not think for a second about the harm that this decision could do to me, but on top of that you asked minho not to tell me about your decision?! » — resumed inka with a cracking and broken voice, hitting his chest with her finger. it felt like stabbing to chan, who felt terribly guilty.

« i never thought you would put the safety of your career before the happiness of your friend, » suddenly, inka began to sob in anger, walking away from him and pacing the room, « of all the people around me, you are the last person i thought would do this to me, chan. »

chan felt his heart clench in his chest, like an insurmountable bad pain. his arms remained loose along his chest, while he dared to take a step towards the girl, who – unfortunately for him, took a step backwards.

« no, don't. i am extremely disappointed, you have no idea how much.. » sniffing with her back to him, inka tried to find a distraction outside to stop herself from crying, « you could have told me about it, everything would have been easier. »

« and what? would you have listened to me? » answered chan, who suddenly found himself quite annoyed. he knew he had made a difficult decision, but it was surely not the wrong one. biting her lip to keep from screaming, inka looked at the leader with venom in her eyes, shaking her head negatively, « of course not. that's why you talked to minho instead of me. »

« you're still a kid, you wouldn't have understood my decision. » he tried to defend himself, but the further we went, the more his words sank in. he had no real argument, and being gratuitously hurtful was not the answer. « i am still a kid? » — a scoff left the brunette's lips as she pointed her index at herself, raising an eyebrow brazenly.

chan sighed as he came to rub his temples, he was sorely missing his patient at the moment, this situation tending him bitterly. « listen kalaya, you had just debuted in our group, a love scandal would not have been good for our career. »

« oh come on, everyone has the right to be in love, and it's not because i'm a kpop idol that i don't have the right to be happy. » chan seemed to be really losing his patience, then he approached inka, placing his hands on her shoulders to hold her in place, despite her protests, « listen to me now. »

« you would have wanted to fuck up everything for a passing infatuation? people would not have taken you seriously anymore. » inka watched him for a long time, harshly and coldly, and he swore that if her eyes could shoot lightning, he would have been six feet under for a long time. then she pushed him as hard as she could, almost knocking him backwards. « minho wasn't just a passing infatuation, » she says while joining the door of the room, ready to leave, before she turns back a few seconds, « i was destroyed and you didn't care. »

« do you realize that i have waited a whole year to know the truth? that i spent entire nights crying and wondering what i had done wrong to make him stop loving me? do you realize how unhappy i was? » a sniff from the girl drew the boy's attention, who placed his sorry gaze on her tear-painted face, which made her instantly regret confiding in someone who didn't give a shit about her well-being, « forget that. you wouldn't understand. »

« but, you know what hurts me the most? the fact that you didn't even try to trust me. » furiously wiping the tears from her cheeks, kalaya bit her lip so hard that it end up bleeding, but she continued to speak all the same, ignoring the metallic taste that intruded in her mouth, « now that i understand that your career is more important than your friend's happiness, i don't want to deal with you anymore. i'm done. »

a sigh left her lips as she finally left the room, leaving a dejected chan behind. he felt bad, helpless and defeated, as if the whole weight of the world was crushed on his shoulders. he didn't know how he could fix things, but he had to find a solution as soon as possible, otherwise, everything could quickly get out of hand.

but apart from that, one question kept running through his head : what did she mean by, “i'm done”?

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[storyofmychoices]

A Winter's Walk

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (F!OC) Book: Open Heart Word Count: ~1,000 Rating/Warning: General; all the pure fluff with these two

Synopsis: Bryce and Olivia take an evening walk in the park following a snow storm.

This stunning art is by the amazing and talented ArtbyAinna (IG)

A shimmering blanket surrounded them. The newly fallen snow glistened brilliantly under the gibbous moon breaking through the last of the wispy clouds.

This was her favorite time for a winter's walk—at the end of the storm, when a few lingering flurries fluttered softly in the breeze, the still untouched snow rivaling the diamonds dotting the nearly cleared sky—a beautiful display of winter's special magic. Their footprints left an ephemeral memory of their time together as they walked through the quiet park. 

Even through their gloved hands, she could feel the steady caress of his thumb moving along hers. She leaned further into Bryce, enjoying his warmth.

"I wish the snow could stay like this—pure, clean, untouched, perfect."

"That can be said of most things," Bryce offered. "The rivers, the oceans, the mountains, our children—the world's children," Bryce quickly clarified. "—not ours. I didn't mean to imply."

"It's okay." Olivia interrupted, stopping the now flustered Bryce. It wasn't a look she was used to on him. She sucked her lower lip between her teeth. "I know what you mean, but I wouldn't be opposed to... the second meaning either."

He paused their step, turning into her. "Really?"

She shrugged shyly, looking down at their still joined hands and nodding. She lifted her head, meeting his gaze. "Yes. I love you, Bryce. You know I want a future with you. That includes all of what a future might hold."

He lifted her into his arms, kissing her softly again and again. "I love you too, Liv. I want that so much!" 

She hid her smile on his lips as she kissed him again, savoring his warmth as he lowered her back to the ground. 

His fingers brushed over her jaw, cupping her face, holding her in the moment—a silent conversation passing between them, saying more than words ever could. 

"Oof." Bryce spluttered as a wet, slushy pile of snow slipped from a branch above them and plopped onto his head. 

Olivia jumped back, avoiding the falling snow. Her hands clasped to her face to quiet her growing laughter at Bryce's dismay.

"You think it's funny?" His brow rose a moment before he tossed his head freely to the sides, the snow flying off and spraying her too.

"Hey!" She shoved him playfully before wiping the snow from her face.

Dramatically, Bryce stumbled backward, flopping into the pristine blanket of snow behind him. 

"What are you doing? I did not shove you that hard!"

"Are you sure about that?"

Olivia rolled her eyes and pressed her hands to her hips in disapproval. "Yes, quite sure."

Bryce smirked, shrugging in the snow. "Anyway, I thought you wanted to have a baby." He held his hand out toward her, begging her to join him.

"BRYCE!" Olivia was grateful that her cold, rosy cheeks hid the vibrant blush that resulted at his words. "I didn't mean right now."

"My bad," he laughed cooly, his smile lighting the night. "Come here."

"No! It's cold!" 

"Just one kiss, pleeeeassseee?"

"I'm not laying in the snow."

"You can lay on top of me. I certainly wouldn't mind." He wagged his brow, puffing his chest for her benefit.

"Oh sure—" Olivia tilted her head to the side, shaking it lightly. "We both know where that would end up."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Bryce spread his arms and legs wide as if he were doing jumping jacks in the snow. "I'm an absolute angel."

"I'm not sure snow angels count." Olivia couldn't stop her growing smile at his attempt to prove his point. "Besides, that's the worst snow angel I've ever seen."

"Oh yeah? You think you can do better?"

"I know I can."

"Show me."

"It's not going to work."

"What?"

"Your attempt to get me in the snow."

"What attempt? All I'm hearing is you know my snow angel is better than yours." 

"It's cold." Olivia pouted, folding her arms around her, feigning a shiver.

He held his hand toward her once more. "For me... and our future children. We should probably determine who will teach them how to properly make snow angels, I mean, we do what our host to look good."

"Host?"

"Would you prefer Chorus or Choir?"

"How many little angels are you planning on here?"

"At least an even dozen, unless you wanna go for the baker's dozen."

Her eyes widened, and the rosy hue drained from her face, leaving her white as the snow. 

Bryce held his serious expression as long as he could before a rumble of laughter roared into the night. 

Olivia bent over, balling up snow and throwing it from his face as she breathed a sigh of relief. Shaking her head, she moved beside him, analyzing the snow, looking for the ideal patch. She wanted a spot where the gentle breeze had not disturbed the softest powder from the last of the flakes.

She took a breath, bracing for the cold that would envelop her with its embrace as she carefully fell backward, arms outstretched in a t position. She shifted her arms and legs out and in, letting each movement create a deeper, but uniform impression. She pressed her head into the soft pillow behind her, leaving behind the perfect indentation for her angel's head. Slowly and precisely, she moved from her position, trying not to ruin the meticulous snow angel she had created. "There." She brushed the snow off her coat and pants as she admired her snow angel, its indentations clear, defined, and precise. "Perfection." 

Bryce stood in awe, his arms wrapping around her. "Yes, you are." 

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this fic. It was a lot of fun to write. I just love these two so much. If you enjoyed this, please leave a like, comment, or reblog. I appreciate every interaction! Thank you for supporting me and these two!

[heehoighofoxijin]

I wrote a fanfic for The Price of Flesh!

Sorry to everyone hoping it'd be a Bungo Stray Dogs update

It can be read here on AO3. This fic plays with the idea of a casino being the cover for the Announcer's...business. If you'd prefer not to go on AO3? No problem, just keep reading.

There are a lot — and I mean a lot — of ways to win money at casinos. There are even more ways to lose money at casinos. I have had my share of wins and losses throughout life, and dear reader I must say that I'm not proud of either moment. You may think I am incredibly happy with the money I was able to take back home with me. Unfortunately, I will not be taking any money home with me as a result of one very skilled play at roulette. So here's the deal:

Step One: Strategize.

With a million and some odd strategies and their methods floating around in books and on the internet, it's hard to take gambling seriously without employing the use of at least one. I would read so intensively on these and come up with my own to win the games. Those such strategies would get me kicked out of most casino. Let's ignore the gambling addiction that caused me to leave my spouse and child behind for a moment, and instead focus on the casino I lost everything to.

It was a remarkable and incredibly beautiful space. Everyone around me had my imposter syndrome running rampant in their dress suits and gowns. The community around this space was absolutely booming and full of personality. Even the voice calling out on the intercom announcing special events was charismatic. You might even say his voice was hypnotizing — possessive. He had a charming command with the way he spoke. I was hooked on the atmosphere immediately, and with the last of my money I was determined. The possibility of me winning large here was so far under my nose I couldn't even smell the stench of bankruptcy. I carried on over to the slots for a warm up.

After about three consecutive losses, I opted for blackjack. It was not exactly my specialty, you see. Math was never something I excelled in, and when it came to counting cards I was an absolute idiot. This was only made worse by the fact that there may indeed have been someone counting cards at my table. So after one lucky win and one lucky loss, I left the table for the rest of my time there.

Step Two: Be desperate.

I was counting my money constantly — although very badly — you see. At the time the only way I felt I could show my face around my family again was if I won back all the money I lost with an incredibly lucky break. We could hardly afford housing then, and this was the only way I knew how to move forward. When my body started sounding hungry, I decided to find my way to the restaurant and get myself something to wrap my teeth around. Maybe if I go in with my mind at full power, I can make it up. That's what I was thinking.

So I spent more of my money and ate whatever I was served. A waitress gave me free desert, which was incredibly kind of her. With little money left, I returned to play. Here and now there would be no turning back. After all I'd spent, I only came out with one win, and it was a mediocre payout. All the colors and lights and clashing of chips brought a cold comfort to my tired heart. There was no other choice left for me. My body moved on its own to roulette.

"Pay less to win big!" The Announcer cooed through the intercom. "Until further notice, ladies and gentlemen, the money you put down will be doubled on payout. Farewell, and good luck!" Faster. Under my feet, the carpet moved faster. I arrived at the table with a speed unmatched by any other and began my play.

Step Three: Be one lucky son of a bitch.

Maybe I made it out to be more about strategy when I first began, but really I just got incredibly lucky. Every single time I bet, I managed to win. My winnings amounted to enough money to finally go back to see my family and proudly stop my gambling addiction. The world and all the stars in the sky aligned perfectly for this moment. What I didn't know exactly was what this moment meant. Normally at this point someone would come and pull me from the table to see me out, but this time was different. Someone came by with a large grin on his face and stood by my side.

His whispers were like sweet honey in my ear. It was The Announcer "I've been watching you play all night." It was night already? I hardly even noticed. "It seems you've finally caught a lucky break! I'd like to show you something, if you don't mind peeling away for just a moment."

I stood from my place at the table with a large smile on my face and followed him. The Announcer showed me to a golden door marked Members Only and handed me a keycard for the panel on the side. "Are you really giving me this?"

"Yes! I hope to see you again soon," he cheered, rubbing my shoulder before leaving me to open the door myself. When I glanced back to get a proper look at his face, he was already lost in the crowd. Swiping the card caused the machine to make a light beeping sound, and a green light appeared on the device. I turned the handle on the door and slowly opened it. And I thought the people in the main lobby were fancy. These members of the casino looked even fancier. Miraculously, The Announcer was on the other side of the door. It was still difficult to see his face with how dark the lighting was in this area. He showed me around without saying much of anything. Mostly, "This is where this happens. This is where that happens. You can sleep here one night for free."

Around me the people were exchanging chips for access to a large variety of services. They'd won these chips, I presumed, on the game floors of the Member's Only area. People went up to one of the many redemption counters and received whatever they asked for. Everything came in thousands. The price of coffee? 1,000 chips. The price of a giant teddy bear? 15,000 chips. The price of a cat? 20,000 chips. The price of flesh? I didn't want to think about it. I moved over to look at a board that posted the sorts of things you could redeem with the chips you won here. Thankfully there was no mention of flesh.

I took him up on the free night. By now my eyes were getting heavy, and I would need my rest if I wanted to be able to show a happy face to my family. With enough money to support us for 50 years in our bank account, I retired to a hotel room that was part of the Member's Only side of the building.

Never has a bed held me so lovingly before. I sank into the mattress and allowed it to carry me off to another world. A world where all of my winnings for the night weren't gambled away and actually stayed to help our family prosper. A world where my partner loved me, my child was proud to call me their parent, my coworkers revered me for how hard I worked, and a world where I could look in the mirror and see someone who conquered their demons. It was a wonderful dream to have.

Step Four: Know that they who spin the wheel of fate lie their lives in the hands of whosoever wrote that fate.

I awoke to find myself in a dark room with a bag over my head and tied to a chair. This was not the beautiful world I closed my eyes to. This was a different monster entirely. Staring back at me through the darkness were tiny little white bugs of light that, try as I might, I could not reach for. To be in the light again was my only wish, but as fate would have it I did not deserve it. Perhaps there is something to be said about the perfectness of it all. I wouldn't know how to say it, though. And how badly my spouse must be wishing this fate upon me, I could only imagine.

Laying my life in the hands of the wheel did not play out any better for me when the bag was lifted. It was still incredibly dark, and from behind me, I heard the voice of The Announcer. I couldn't understand what he was saying at all. His beautiful, smooth voice laced my ears with so much honey I could hardly make out syllables. For a moment, I thought I was going deaf. That was until I was finally able to focus.

He was speaking to me. "What would you like to have done with the money you won?"

I thought about it for a moment. The situation would normally call for some fighting back, but I was far too tired to be doing that. "My family," I muttered. "They're going to need it. Please, just give them everything I managed."

He didn't say anything to me. Still behind me, I heard him stand up straight and proud. A spotlight was shone on me, and three colored lights — red, blue, and green — illuminated the other side of the room. They highlighted three figures, but I couldn't make out their faces. "Ladies and gentlemen, have I got a treat for you! They're fresh, healthy, and alert. One of the greatest minds at roulette I've seen in all my years. I'm sure their quick wit will make for an entertaining experience." He let out a hearty chuckle. "Let's begin the bidding, starting at 100!"

100,000 chips, I assumed. The people bidding were likely members, and this must have been the "flesh" I overheard a few people talk about. The Announcer began the bid by asking me a series of questions, as if this were some sort of backwards dating game. Green with the gravelly voice seemed to want me incredibly bad. They fought over bids until a whopping 800,000 chips were put down on the table for me. It was an elaborate redemption auction for an entire human person, and I had no choice but to go along with it. The Announcer was gracious enough to give me the option to choose who would take me, but in all honesty I didn't care. Green seemed like my safest option.

I managed to kill the man who bought me, but I don't know where I am right now. I'm in the mountains, and that's further away from home than I'd like. I keep hearing strange sounds from the brush in the woods, and I've been living out of this cabin for a few days now. Since you've found this, I'd imagine you've either found the cabin or my body. Ensure that my child gets this letter and knows the dangers of gambling. Never go to [REDACTED] Casino in [REDACTED] and never EVER think even for a second that gambling is the best way to get rich quickly. With some luck I will manage to survive this situation, but I feel a chill in the air. That man very well could have killed me, but nature does not hesitate.

[earth-b0y]

[Word count: ~890]

[CW: vague threats]

"Kri, would you mind joining me to have some cake downstairs?"

Liar stands at the doorway with a big smile. Kri's claws cease tapping against the laptop keyboard, and his head slowly lifts from the screen in front of him.

"I already had breakfast," Kri mumbles.

"Who says you can't have dessert after breakfast?" it responds, and her grin seems to stretch even further, her teeth bared. Kri knows better than to think Liar's invitation is a suggestion.

Kri stands up, casting a glance at Min and Rai, who each have their own troubled expressions.

"Can I come, too?" asks Min.

"Yeah," agrees Rai, "cake might be nice."

Liar's expression doesn't change. She remains smiling. "No, I'd prefer to talk to Kri alone, if that's alright."

Kri swallows hard.

"Alright, I'll catch y'all later," Kri says with a light-hearted grin, but it's a façade, and everyone in the room can see through it. Kri walks out with Liar, and she closes the door behind them.

They walk down the stairs.

"You know, Kri, I could show you how to style your hair, if you would like. Yours looks like it would be a similar texture to mine, if you took care of it. I could teach you how to do makeup, too. I've seen you wearing eyeliner sometimes. It's a bit racoonish," Liar offers, leading Kri with a skip to her step. Kri stops as their feet land on the marble tile of the mansion's foyer, staring at the front door so close but so far away. If he were to make a break for it, he has no doubt Liar's longer strides would easily catch up to him.

"So you're... not gonna kill me?" Kri asks. Their voice holds a slight tremble and a slight touch of hope.

Liar titters behind her hand, tilting her head towards the boy. "Let's talk about that in the tea room," she says, doing nothing to quell the deep pit of unease that has settled in Kri's gut. They continue through the foyer to a hallway on the left, Liar's heels clicking against the floor and echoing against the tall ceiling. Each step feels like the ticking of a clock, and Kri's legs feel heavy, so heavy.

Liar pushes open the white double doors of the tea room, stepping inside to take a seat at the round elegant table in the corner. Two plates of cake are already set, and the fireplace crackles with warmth on the cold autumn morning. Liar gestures to the empty chair across from her.

"Come sit."

He hesitates, and she narrows her eyes, smile falling into a straight line.

"Sit," she commands.

Kri hurries to the table and obeys. As soon as he's seated, Liar leans back in her chair, and a relaxed grin returns to her face. She lowers the jewelled net mask that covers her mouth and picks up her fork, cutting into the strawberry shortcake on her plate. Liar takes a bite, chewing it slowly.

"Mmm... It's sweet," she hums. "Two grew these strawberries herself. I'm sure she'd be happy to know they were made into such a delicious cake. The whipped cream is very nice, too." Liar takes small bites, clearly savouring it, but Kri just stares at their own plate. Liar doesn't acknowledge it.

"What's this about? Why am I here?" he finally asks.

Liar sets her fork down and rests her chin in her palm. "Why don't you tell me what you think?"

"I-.... I really have no idea."

"Don't bullshit a bullshitter, dear," Liar says, and the cheery cadence to her voice drops to a chilling calm, though her smile never leaves. "You've grown a lot since you've gotten here, Kri. You're a young man now, developing your personal identity, figuring out what you want and who you want to be. Is that right?"

Kri nods, not meeting her gaze. "Yeah... I guess so."

"So, what do you want, Kri? You already have what most people dream of. A beautiful house, a powerful job, all the food you could eat, and your two best friends by your side. Isn't that wonderful? What could be missing from a life like that?"

"Freedom," Kri says, without thinking. The word is out of his mouth before he even registers it.

Liar doesn't look surprised, only nodding in response. "I once thought that way, too. But then I realized that there are bigger things than ourselves, and we should learn to be grateful for what we have. That's a lesson many of us still need to learn, but I'm sure you can come around. You're a smart kid."

She leans forward, picking her fork up and cutting a small piece of cake, holding it out to Kri. He instinctively opens his mouth and allows her to place the cake on his tongue.

"I don't want to have this conversation with you again. The next time, this will go in a very different direction, and you might not like the result. Do you understand?"

Kri swallows, and a cold bead of sweat drips down his neck. "Y-yeah... yes, ma'am. I understand."

Liar smiles and ruffles Kri's hair, a little rougher than necessary, her long nails digging into his scalp. "Good. Now, finish your cake, hm? Two would be very disappointed if her strawberries went to waste."

[casspurrjoybell-17]

HEART'S FATE - CHAPTER 51

*Warning: Adult Content*  

For the second time since arriving in Thassos, Skylar West shoves Martin Hunter behind his back as a group of guards advance on them with weapons drawn.

Something tells Martin that, this time, no simple explanation will suffice, this time they were in real trouble.

Skylar raises his hands.

"Natalis. This isn't..."

"Silence, traitor," she snaps. "You will not speak."

The power in her voice is like a physical thing, tightening around Martin's throat and making it difficult to breathe.

Skylar shuts his mouth as if clipped beneath the chin and sinks to his knees as the guards secure his hands behind his back.

Apparently perceived as a minor threat at best, a single guard takes hold of Martin's upper arm.

"So, this was your plan, was it?" Natalis asks as she stands before Skylar, forcing him to look up at her. "You knew that breaking the curse would result in mother's death, so you snuck in here like a common assassin to do the deed in secret. Father suspected you were up to no good but I never imagined you capable of this."

Almost imperceptibly, Skylar shakes his head but if his silent denial has any effect on Natalis, she doesn't let it show.

"Well, I hope you're happy, Scyllian, my king. Though I suspect your reign will be a short one. Take them to the dungeons," she says to the guards. "Separate cells. I must confer with General Vargas. Meanwhile, seal this room and spread the word that Thassos is in mourning for it's queen."

The guards haul Skylar to his feet and together they are marched from the room and paraded through the grand hall and out into the open courtyard.

From there, they take a sharp turn down a side path towards a crumbling stone tower.

On Martin's first trip through the courtyard, he'd been so overwhelmed by the beauty of the impossible bubble dome that he hadn't noticed it and it looks so much like the decorative castles people put in fishbowls that he almost laugh.

A guard unlocks a heavy wooden door, the beams of which look like they were salvaged from the hull of an old sunken ship and lead them through into a dark, dank space illuminated by a sickly blue-green glow.

Slimy stone steps disappear through an opening in the floor and as they're forced to descend them, another laugh threatens to escape Martin.

Of course the place has a dungeon, he thinks. What underwater palace would be complete without one?

The air grows colder the further they descend and somewhere along the way Martin unconsciously starts to count the steps in his head.

By the time they reach the bottom, he has counted eighty-nine and since he didn't start counting until they were some ways down, he'd guess there might be twice that many.

From there, they're led down a narrow stone corridor lined with cells.

Some sort of encrustation covers the bars, in some places so thickly it forms almost a solid wall.

The cells themselves are small and bare but empty of occupants, which I choose to take as a good sign.

Near the end of the corridor, the guards unlock two opposing cells, one on each side and shove Skylar into one and Martin into the other before slamming the doors shut and marching back the way they came.

Martin doesn't envy them the climb up those stairs.

As their footsteps fade, Martin catches his breath a little.

Everything happened so quickly, he hasn't begun to process it but now reality is catching up to him.

Their entire purpose for coming here is undone and everything they were hoping to avoid just happened.

In the cell across from him, Skylar remains on his knees where the guards left him, his hands still bound.

I peer at him through the largest gap in the growth-encrusted bars of my cell door but his face is in shadow and while I'm grateful for the unwholesome blue glow that keeps the pitch dark at bay, it's hardly enough to see by.

"Sky? Are you okay?"

Martin speaks softly but his voice sets off echoes nonetheless, which flutters like moth wings or the whispers of the dead, sending shivers up his spine.

Another shiver follows it, this time born of cold and Martin reassess his optimistic outlook.

Rather than a forgiving system, the reason all the cells are empty is likely because no one left down here would last very long.

It's not literally freezing but the damp cold sinks through his skin and steals the warmth from his body with every breath.

When Skylar doesn't answer, Martin risks speech again.

"Sky? Talk to me, please. What the hell just happened?"

Finally, he speaks in a low murmur Martin can barely hear.

"What did you see?" Skylar asks.

"What do you mean?"

"Just tell me what you saw."

Martin frowns, confused.

Perhaps Skylar's in shock and needs confirmation that this is really happening.

"You put the amulet around your mother's neck and... and her statue turned to dust," Martin says gently.

"Repeat that last part for me," Skylar whispers.

Martin clears his throat.

"Your mother's statue... turned to dust."

"My mother's statue..." he bows his head.

"I'm sorry, Skylar. I know you..."

Martin falls silent as noises at the far end of the passage claim his attention and footsteps approach.

A moment later, Natalis comes into view and stands between them, facing Skylar.

She watches him in silence and at last he speaks first.

"Where is Mother?"

Martin's heart sinks as it occurs to him that Skylar might be suffering a mental break but to his surprise, Natalis laughs.

"You're cleverer than I've given you credit for," she says. "And yet not quite clever enough, it seems. Mother is somewhere safe, along with the real throne, never fear."

"And Father?"

Natalis laughs again.

"Figured that out as well, have you?"

Thoroughly confused, Martin dares to draw attention to himself.

"Sky? What is she talking about?"

Natalis casts Martin a glance over her shoulder.

Her physique reminds Martin of his sister, Freya, as does her tumble of dark curls but unlike his sister there is nothing playful about Natalis, at least not in the look she gives him.

"Explain it to him, Scyllian," she says. "Show me that you truly understand."

Skylar draws a long, deep breath before he speaks.

"That wasn't my Mother," he says slowly. "It was a replica. But only Natalis knows that. As far as everyone else is concerned, it was the real thing. And Father..." he finally raises his head and meets his sister's eyes. "You never saved him, did you? That's why he never joined us on holiday or so much as made himself known before now. He's been dead all along, hasn't he?"

"Of course he has," Natalis says, sounding rather pleased with herself. "He was sent to the deeps. There's no coming back from that. If you'd been less distracted by your own selfish concerns, you'd have realized that sooner, no doubt."

Skylar shakes his head.

"Who's been playing the part, then?"

"No one. When my emissaries retrieved his amulet from the deeps, I had them bring back what was left of him, as well. What you've seen and spoken with is... a simulacrum. A puppet."

"Necromancy?" Skylar lifts his brows. "You've inherited some interesting gifts, sister. What about Anemone? She's under your influence as well?"

Natalis scoffs.

"Hardly. She's far too powerful."

"The most powerful beast may be forced to obey out of fear," Sky says. "What hold do you have on her? I know she would not help you willingly."

"You know nothing." Natalis sneers. "You've seen her once a year, at most, for a handful of days at a time. I practically raised her. I'm the only parents she's known and she'll do as I ask because she knows what happens if she fails."

Skylar falls silent for a moment and Natalis says nothing, seemingly content to wait for him to speak.

Finally, he clears his throat.

"It seems I am not so clever, after all," he says. "For I don't understand. Those storm petrels I kept seeing, those are your spies, I take it?"

"They are," Natalis nods.

"So, you knew I'd found my heart's mate. And yet I didn't know that I would die if I failed to embrace the sea by the next spring tide. If you wanted the throne, then why enlighten me? Why not simply let time run out and become the heir and then destroy the statue yourself? Or after we spoke, why not allow me to awaken mother? I've no desire to rule and I'm sure after all that's happened, she would not object to you holding on to the real power while she acted as a figurehead until we found a way to end this 'inheritance by death' rule."

"Because I don't want the throne," Natalis says. "I want to rule as I have, unhindered by that ancient nonsense. And because that bit about you dying was a lie. I made that up to get you here as quickly as possible. I needed that amulet and only you could bring it to me."

"What about father's half?"

Natalis waves her hand impatiently.

"It was unbound, the magic severed with Father's death. I needed you to bind it to your lover first, then return it to me whole. As for awakening mother... You haven't quite gotten it yet, I see."

"Gotten what?"

She smirks.

"You've been carrying the guilt of Father's death for decades. Imagine how you'd feel if you knew he'd been innocent?"

The color drains from Skylar's already pale face, the bluish glow of the coral giving him a ghastly hue.

"It was you," he says. "Even back then... it was you. Father had nothing to do with it."

Natalis nods.

"Right before she cursed herself and banished you, Mother understood the truth. You can imagine how displeased with me she'd be."

"She executed the man she loved for nothing," Skylar breathes. "And what now? What is it you want Natalis?"

She shrugs.

"As I said, I want to rule but I don't want the throne. This way, mother can remain as a statue, sustaining the protections guarding Thassos in perpetuity, while I continue to lead our people in her stead. As for you... Well, traitor that you are, you'll endure the same fate as father and you'll accept your sentence humbly because if you don't, this one will join you in the deep."

She nods at Martin.

"If, however, you cooperate, I'll return him to his people, with a clean set of memories, of course. It just didn't work out between you two, did it?"

Skylar meets Martin's eyes but he reads nothing but despair in his.

"No, I suppose it didn't," he says.

"Good. Your trial will be held at dawn. In the meantime, I suggest you enjoy one another's company while you can."

She turns and departs, leaving them alone in the cold, the silence and the dark, with a fate as heavy as the ocean above their heads to contemplate.

[lovelykhaleesiii]

My brain must be working over time bc I just thought of an amazing concept (kinda inspired by this amazing fic https://www.tumblr.com/its-actually-minicika/713404663970611200/hi-love-your-works-so-much-cant-wait-for-more?source=share ) 🤭❤❤

Tw - ANGST (cant decide if this will have a good ending or bad ending just yet 🤭) cursing, mentions of self harm (but no act is done!) and thats it ig (its also a greens win au!!!) This will probably have 3 parts!! 😘😌

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Alicent plays with her gold rings as Aegon beings talking, smirking to herself. The young Velaryon stood on the ground, her dressed ripped and lip busted. But she wouldn't show no emotion. No fear. No sadness. None.

After a few moments of Aegon talking - to which she had toned him out - he informs her she is to stripped of all titles and publicly declared a Targaryen. A bastard.

Then again, she also technically not a Velaryon either.

Alicent then tells her that she will wed her second son. Aemond. Not can. But will.

She hid her disgusted expression well. But she had - and will always have - a fiery temper.

"I will not." She states harshly.

"You can," Alicent says, "and you will."

Nothing more is said.

There was no argument to be said. The young Velaryon no longer had any friends, family, or even allies at court. Her entire family had been killed. Her baby brother Luke had been swallowed by Aemond's war dragon. Her mother met her end by Aegon's dragon. With her step-father having gone after Aemond for revenge after Luke and him crashing down to the waves, along with her other brother Jace.

She had fought. And hard. Aemond was the one to find her and she had wasted no time in putting a knife to her neck and threateningly to slit her own throat. Telling him that once she dies, put her with the wolves and that they would treat her body more kindly.

She doesn't think they will kill her. Not if they wanted a retaliation. People didn't like Aegon and it showed.

The first couple nights she was locked in a tower like a cliché princess story she had read about, she had woke herself up screaming and drenched in sweat. Which is when she learned Aemond had apparently been by to "check on her" and heard her screaming and crying out. The state of his future wife hurt his heart and it pained him to see her in such a state.

"It's okay," he soothed, "i'm here."

She had reacted by throwing her chalice cup at him. It missed him by an inch but it was the action that had counted. "Get the fuck out! Now!"

Aemond had only gave her a pained look before leaving, closing her door softly, not saying anything.

A mere few hours before the wedding, Aemond had came into the room where you were trying on dresses.

"I like this one," he softly said, running his hands over the lacy green dress which had zigzag ties in the arms and the chest. It was almost too revealing. Of course he had liked it.

"You already killed my family and have me as a prisoner. No need to further humiliate me by putting me in your Hightower green."

Aemond's patients had worn thin. You were difficult. Almost too difficult. "You can't exactly wear the Velaryon blue either, can you?" He snaps back.

She had spotted a knife. Right next to the table. If she wanted to she could take it and take out his other eye. But she had to compose herself. If she wanted to live. If she wanted revenge.

"Of course, my lord."

Once Aemond had left - after agreeing to wear that gods awful green dress - she decided that in order to gain revenge, she would have to play his and his mother little game. Keep Aemond interested. Which meant basically selling herself, her body, and her family's honor to the one-eyed devil himself.

That is what he is. What he will always be.

And if she had to whore herself out to the one-eye prince, then so fucking be it.

She had decided to be a little late to her own wedding, which of course didn't go over well with Alicent or Aemond. She had arrived fashionably late, in a Velaryon blue dress, with her silver rings adorning her fingers. One in particular had been her mothers. It had a black gemstone in it.

"I'm sorry i'm late, dear husband." With those words, Aemond swore he could feel the blood go from his cheeks down to his pants. She then turns to Alicent. "Nice to see you, grandsire."

After the vows, the young Velaryon had opt to kiss Aemond on the kiss instead of the lips. Just to keep him wanting more.

"You can at least try to look more happy," Aemond says.

She closes her eyes, attempting to hide a eye roll. "I fear I am a little tired from all the excitement, dear husband."

Aemond couldn't think on what was going on with his wife. One day she is as cold as ice to him and ignoring him, the next she is throwing things at him and giving him that fiery temper he had oh so adored since they were children. Now she is opening smiling and calling him husband.

He decides to push some more so he takes her hand and lightly squeezes it. The young princess reacts that taking her hand back and sending a glare to him.

As the festivities settled, it was noe time for the bedding ceremony, to which she was absolutely terrified for. But what she didn't know he had spoke to his mother about it so there would be no bedding ceremony.

"I believe we - including me - have scared the poor girl enough. We don't need to humiliate her anymore then she already is."

Alicent thinks for a moment. "If that is what she wants then that is what she gets."

"Thank you, mother."

Going to Aemond and her's now shared chambers, her nerves subsided, especially with the news there would be no bedding ceremony. Not because she isn't a maiden but because she doesn't need any more prying eyes on her then she had for the entirely of her life. But a part of her was still scared of Aegon.

He had chased down her brother and fed him to his dragon. How could she not be?

Aemond had seen her shaking as she worked to undress, which made Aemond stop her.

"Are you scared of me, lady wife?"

She tries to shake her head, to keep up the appearance of the unshakable princess but she couldn't. Now that they were alone, he could easy kill her if he so desired.

"I can tell, you're shaking like a leaf." Aemond grabs her hands into his own, gently kissing them. "You don't need to fear me, my dear lady, I would rather soon die then see you hurt or scared."

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this was amazing as always my love, the angst I can just feel it 🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭

Aemond better treat her better!!!!

[rebeltigera]

Alrighty then , have some Possessed Lord Mac content then for now

// Macaque and LBD sealed //

-when you will understand that he won't come back for you?

His ear flick in acknowledgement but he doesn't respond. Too tired for hope. Too tired to talk with her. Too tired of waiting in the darkness of the seal.

He scrunched his nose in disgust bowing slightly his head

This seal was especially created to hold her AND him. Together. How long was it? Day? Month? Year? He lost count at some point. No matter. No one was coming for him and he's too tired to fight anymore.

-it's your fault. - he says empty. She tilted her head slightly

-probably. However I'm not the only one to blame.

She slowly step towards him

- He left you long ago on that mountain. He abounded you

He let out a growl but didn't protect the matter. Because it was the truth.

- and what? Were I just let you use my body as *vessel* ? A mere puppet like your lapdog?

- I don't believe it is an option anymore

-it never was * he growl in response as she rise her hand making him stop

-What I mean to say , I want to offer a truce

His head snap in her direction confused . The first instinct screams at him to say no. But he doesn't say it. Instead -

- What do you mean by "truce"? You don't do that . You take what you want leaving nothing behind.

She gently smiles

- I know how it feels to be abounded.

-you don't -

-yes I do. Believe it or not I can feel everything you feel. And it's been *terrible*

He once flick his ear , brows furrow. That would make... Sense. In a way.

-you are strong Liu'er Mihou. Stronger than you think. And I believe in that strength.

His brows furrow further , his tail giving a flick

-We could work together.

-... Together?

-Yes. Look at what we can do .

And as her hand flick the "floor "of the domain changes into frost and shadows. In equal parts where their counterparts are standing. In the middle it furls and twirls , not pushing against each other but in unison creating a show of power beyond their understanding.

-what comes together better than cold and dark?

She says stepping around it slowly , as he did the same in other direction, circling around each other.

-we could get our revenge. We could give them a world where everything, EVERYTHING is-

- covered in ice?

She smile

- and shadows as well.

/// last dialogue inspired by jack frost n pitch black conversation

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As the walls had fallen , the seal was broken , from dust ,smoke and cold steam, he raised . Nothing more than bone and skin breathing heavily as he took his first breath in the millennium . His long fur -now dirty white , eyes golden with bright blue scleras , six glowing ears and a scar on his eye from the foreign battle.

He turned his head to the only two beating hearts around . One person knelt visibly happy at the return of his mistress , the second standing still in shock and confusion . When The poor demon understood what he had done he had fallen on the ground trying to get away . However he was unable to .

-It's wonderful to have you back , my Lady.

Macaque barely acknowledged the not Mayor and turned straight for the demon . Demon begged for mercy however his wails stopped moment when shadow sucked him dry from power and life , gaining back some of his vital and strength. Not nearly enough but it shall suffice for now.

Only then he turned slightly to the lapdog.

"It's Lord to you." *They say as one distorted voice.

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The white void

Last meeting between MK and Mac

Mac now , his natural self , his fur now black , eyes in warm colors of copper gold and lilac . He just looks somewhat tired beyond , with unfocused sight at MK

-save your hero speech kid. I know I've lost.

Mk brows just slightly furrow as Mac turns away from him

Mk: do you regret anything what happened?

The while of silence

-No.

Another while of silence

- I don't regret that it ends that way either

He looks at his slowly dissolving hand

-Can I ask a question?

Mk nods slightly

- what would you do in situation like this?

Mk open and closes his mouth. He knew this question. He asked it before. But at that time the answer was different.

-i would try to rescue you. I would try to rescue my friend .

A soft chuckle leave Macaques lips and for the first time genuinely he smiles to MK watching him back his shoulder .

-then you are already better than us kid.

And everything dissolve back to normal

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*waddle away*

Would u guys b interested in smoll writing posts from au? (Shadow Lord and possessed Shadow Lord)

Like I don't always draw , I sometimes write small scenes ( the writing isn't good but it makes a point through -)

They are sometimes too long to put in one art and that's why they don't appear here mostly