#if I have to drag you kicking and screaming

[pythonmoth]

cw: violence. torture. waterboarding. hurt/no comfort.

simon x reader. implied soap x reader if you squint.

i haven't written in a long time. it's good to be back.

part one | part two

Traitor.

That's what Price thinks as Simon and Soap drag you from the table, nearly choking on your food as they give you no time to understand what's going on.

Alarms ring in your ears as you force the piece of stale bread down your throat, trying to stand on your feet but they're taller than you, so your feet end up dangling, useless. You take a deep breath, your voice shaking as much as you are.

"What's going on? Is this some kind of sick joke?", you ask, looking at Simon, desperate to find an explanation for this other than the anger and torment in his eyes.

Simon doesn't answer. Nobody does. Soap's grip tightens, but he doesn't say anything, his expression hard.

No.

No.

You can tell they are not joking when you realize they're taking you downstairs. Sweat rolls down your face, fear creeping from the base of your neck to your toes, making you snap. You beg them to tell you what's going on, to explain why you're being dragged down there. You kick and struggle, a sob ripped deep from your chest as you start screaming, begging for a reaction. And then, pain.

Tears fill your eyes when it's Simon who hits your stomach with his fist, effectively shutting you up. You can smell the blood from past tortures mixed with bleach, and, distantly, the scent of forgotten wet rags. There's something salty in the air, and that's when you freeze, the pain in your stomach becoming nothing compared to the fear that grows in your chest.

They know you.

You've been with them for nine years. They know your fears.

"No. No. Please. Simon, Johnny— Please, please, please" you beg, sobbing as you can't do anything but go limp and heavy in their grip, doing the best you can to keep them from tying you to the chair. But it's useless.

Stars and colors dance behind your eyes as a fist connects with the side of your chin. You wonder if it would be better if they made you pass out right now. Maybe if you bite your tongue, it could—

"Gag her" Price tells them.

He's trained you for nine years.

He knows you.

You try to bite down on Johnny's fingers as he stuffs your mouth with an old rag, but it's difficult when your senses are unfocused after such a hard punch. The rag wet and disgusting, the scent and the taste making you sob again, shaking your head, your eyes big as you look at Simon.

Please.

Then a wet rag is pressed to your face. You inhale sharply as cold buckets of salty water are dropped right on your face, the cloth making it impossible for you to breathe. Salty water fills your lungs, making you choke and cough around the gagging rag.

You can hear questions, accusations, but you're paralized with fear, with pain and grief.

Grief.

They've been your friends, your family for so long. It's impossible to tell if you'll live through this. It's impossible for you to think of them as anything but monsters.

You know they usually did this with traitors, with enemies when it was necessary.

And you know they never enjoy it.

You've scolded Simon for smoking so late at night, you've had so many drinks next to him when he can't even speak. Simon often flinches awake from nightmares, startling you and then sharing quiet nights side to side.

You know this.

But then Simon hits your face again, taking the rag out of your mouth, and you can't find the love you have for him. It's expelled from your body with each hard cough, with each drop of blood falling from your nose.

"Did you not hear me?" Price demands, his arms crossed. "I'll ask one more time, then."

Smack.

Your chest is heaving, the fear so paralizing you can't even feel each punch as much as you should.

"What did you tell them?" Price continues, not looking one bit anxious for you to answer. He stands in front of you, his feet dry despite the salt burning your lungs.

"I don't know what you're talking about" you manage, looking up at Price, your eyes wide and bloodshot.

With a hard yank on your hair until your head is thrown back again, you're gagged once more, and the rag is pressed to your face. The salty water keeps on filling your lungs, unable to breathe, unable to cough around the gag.

You can't say anything. You truly don't know shit.

Hours later, when it becomes clear you won't speak, Price kicks you across the chest, hard, and the chair flips back.

You're tied up to the chair, exhausted and wet, your lungs burning with salt.

Memories of you as a child, nearly drown to death by your cousins, fill your mind. It had been a good day, until it wasn't.

Simon had held you when you told him, kissed you, and tucked you in for a good night sleep.

Johnny managed to make you crackle when you told him, patting your head, and saying your cousin had awful skills.

Now, there's nothing. Nothing but pain, and the burning in your lungs.

The door springs open, and the three men leave.

Only then do you close your eyes, passing out.

[luveline]

can we have bed time with dad!spencer, his baby boy and reader? 

Jude has brown eyes like Spencer. They have the same mouth and nose, the same thoughtful gaze. “That’s me,” Spencer says, Jude’s back to his chest, an arm between his legs to keep the little boy steady, “and this is you.” He points at Jude before smoothing a hand over his chest. “See us? That’s dad and Jude.” 

“Us,” Jude echoes. 

“Yeah, that’s us.”

Jude works his lips up into a smile. 

They smell like talc and lavender oil for the teeny tiny burns on Jude’s fingertips. He touched the oven door a few days ago while it was still on, Spencer gets hot remembering how hard Jude cried. It took more kisses than he bothered counting to make him stop screaming, an ice pop held to his small hand with a hand towel wrapped around it, squeezed to the bathroom door together —the first place Spencer could remember seeing a towel, Jude still sobbing. 

Spencer wants Jude to associate the bathroom with normal things. Peeing, showering, and not the little burns. If he can have happy associations, that’s better. Like dad and Jude’s night time routine, where Spencer brings him in here to brush his teeth and dab his face clean with a cloth. Some nights he needs to detangle his hair, or give his baby an impromptu shower, and some nights Jude is already asleep by the time Spencer remembers these things. 

“You’re really handsome,” Spencer says, pointing at the mirror, “see? You’re beautiful. See your smile?” 

Jude giggles excitedly. “I am beautiful,” he says proudly. 

“Exactly, you’re beautiful. Are you happy?” 

“Yeah,” he says, tipping back, his curls tickling Spencer’s nose. 

“Are you comfy?” Spencer whispers. 

“Think so.” 

“You think so,” Spencer says, beaming to himself as he kisses the top of Jude’s head. “You’re smart, Judey. Okay, how do we know we’re comfortable? Are your clothes tight? Do you want to take off your socks?”

“No.” 

“Okay, good. Does your mouth still taste all minty from the paste?” 

A flicker of disgust. “Yeah, it does.” 

“I’ll get you your sippy cup. You don’t seem tired, are we having a story?” he asks, voice turned to fatherly syrup as he shifts Jude around. He turns off the bathroom light and shuts the door behind them as they leave. 

“No, I wan’ be in the big bed.” 

“You do?” 

“With you.” 

“Okay, that’s okay, you can be in the big bed, are you sure you don’t want a story too? We can read about Edward the rabbit again.” 

Jude doesn’t bother answering. Spencer tends to read to him every night unless Jude has expressly shouted that he doesn’t want one, ‘cos that’s what his mom did for him, and Spencer loves his mom. 

Spencer fills Jude’s sippy cup with water (not so much a sippy cup as a bottle), and they retreat together to the big bed. In the middle of the bed, tired and curled up and waiting for them, is you. You perk up enough to drag yourself to one side of the bed as you kick down the sheets. 

Spencer isn’t used to this, but he should be. (This, because there isn’t really a word for it? For being friends and for not being intimate and for sleeping in the same bed together whenever you stay the night.) 

“Hi, baby,” you say, holding your arms out for Jude. 

Spencer gives him over. Jude suckles his drink, a picture of the baby he was when Spencer first got him as he turns into your chest. He’d need all the help he could get back then. You’d given more than he could ever ask for, and Jude knows you for that. 

You tip Jude against you and press yourself flat, your hand spread over his back. 

“Are you reading Edward Tulane tonight?” you ask quietly. 

“Just a bit. Couple of pages.” 

“Sounds good. You okay, mister?” you ask Jude. 

He nods around his drink. 

Spencer turns the light off and the lamp on, bathing you and Jude in a kind orange glow. The mattress sinks under his weight, dipping under yours, encouraging you closer together in the middle. You barely notice the outside influence, shuffling across the pillows to rest your face against Spencer’s arm. 

“Did you want milk?” Spencer asks him. “You can have some, it’s okay.” 

“Minty,” Jude whispers. 

“Minty,” you whisper in support. “Daddy takes good care of those teeth, huh?” 

Jude loves being spoken to sweetly. He closes his eyes as you pull him like a curve to you, squished and cuddling. You’re his mirror, eyes fluttering shut as you sniff his hair. Spencer loves your smile —he knows what you’re thinking, because he knows what you’re thinking. Jude still smells like baby. 

“Maybe this book is too sad,” Spencer says, thumbing to the last page he’d read from. 

“It’s not too sad, and we won’t be awake long.” 

“My Judey told me he’s not tired,” Spencer says. 

“My Judey needs his sleep,” you whisper.

Jude smiles and lets the rest of the cup fall away from him. “Can say you love me?” Jude whispers. 

“Who, baby?” Spencer asks. 

“You and you,” he says. 

You take a deep breath, whispering grandly, “I love you.” 

Spencer follows suit with a hand wrapped around Jude’s calf. “I love you, too. So much they don’t have a word for it yet. You know your middle name, you know what it means? Anwil, it means loved one, because I love you a lot. And I have forever and ever.” 

“And ever?” Jude asks. 

Spencer rubs his leg softly. “And ever. More than Y/N does.” 

You gasp in offense. “No way!”

Jude giggles but settles as you run your fingers through his hair. Spencer lays down and cracks the book over his chest, falling into his usual reading cadence, though he doesn’t bother much with special voices. Jude’s eyes are already shut and he’s jelly on your chest. 

He leans over mid story to brush hair from Jude’s ear. “I love you,” he says, to be sure.

Jude says something back that sounds like, “too.” 

[wingedhallows]

— AT A TIME LIKE THIS —

— ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ pairing: ellie williams x reader | 0.8k words — ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ plot: Amid chaos and gunfire, a desperate confession slips out—raw, unplanned, and terrifyingly real. With blood staining their hands and time running out, the weight of unspoken feelings collides with the fight for survival. But in the midst of it all, love might just be the thing that keeps them holding on. — ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ authors note: hey, babes. this is a request from none other than the lovely @luvsizedfrellie :) i made it a bit more dramatic and added my own twist to it, i hope you like it

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Shit.

Just—shit. This was supposed to be a routine patrol, nothing out of the ordinary. Now, bullets shriek past your ears, kicking up dirt as you drag Ellie with you, your grip on her wrist unrelenting.

Your pulse slams against your ribs, so frantic and erratic that for a terrifying second, you think your heart might tear itself free.

"Wait—" Ellie gasps behind you, her breath ragged, uneven.

"Just a little further!" you choke out, barely recognizing your own voice.

Your lungs burn, your legs scream in protest, but stopping isn’t an option. Not now.

The moment you shove through the shattered doorway of a crumbling office building, you yank Ellie in after you, slamming your weight against the frame.

Dust and debris rain down as you brace yourself, chest rising and falling in desperate gulps. But Ellie—Ellie isn't beside you.

She’s hunched over, one hand braced on the counter, her entire body trembling.

“What—” you start, but then you see it.

Everything freezes. The world shrinks to a single, suffocating point in your chest.

Ellie’s white tank top is soaked through, crimson blooming across the fabric like a grotesque flower.

Your breath stutters. Your fingers shake as you reach for her, guiding her down to sit before her legs can give out.

She grits her teeth as her back meets the counter, a strangled groan slipping past her lips.

"Fuck—" she hisses, her voice tight with pain.

Your mind fractures, a violent spiral of panic and denial. No. No, no, no—this can’t be happening.

Ellie can’t die. She won’t die. Not when you haven’t told her yet.

Not when you haven’t confessed the one thing that’s been clawing at your chest for so long.

Not when you can’t even imagine a world without her in it.

"Hold on."

You drop to your knees beside her, hands shaking as you reach for the hem of her blood-soaked shirt.

Ellie flinches, sucking in a sharp breath through gritted teeth, her body rigid beneath your touch. Her eyes—dazed, unfocused—barely manage to meet yours.

"I got you. Just—just hold on." Your voice wavers, barely above a whisper, but you don’t have time to dwell on it.

Your fingers fumble as you rip your backpack from your shoulder, yanking at the zipper, searching—first aid kit, bandages, anything.

But then—a touch.

Ellie’s hand, warm and trembling, finds yours, halting your frantic movements. Your breath stutters.

"Hey, hey—take a breath." Her voice is raw, strained, yet impossibly soft. Maybe just for you.

Your vision blurs. Your throat tightens. You blink hard, but a tear escapes anyway, slipping down your cheek.

Ellie sees it—of course, she sees it—and despite the pain, her expression softens. And for a fleeting, impossible moment, the world outside fades. The gunfire, the blood, the suffocating fear—gone.

Just her. Just you.

And before you can stop yourself, before your brain can catch up to your mouth, the words slip free.

"I—I love you."

Ellie’s brows twitch, the smallest flicker of surprise breaking through her exhaustion. But you don’t regret it.

Not now, not when the truth feels so right sitting between you.

Not when it might be the last chance you get to say it.

The corner of her mouth twitches, just for a second, before her voice slips out—hoarse, strained, but laced with quiet amusement.

"You know, it's just like you to confess at a time like this."

A breathless laugh escapes you, though it’s more disbelief than humor. Your hands tremble as you refocus on tending to her wound, but your mind is spinning.

Was that a rejection? Was she teasing you? The uncertainty gnaws at you, tangling with the panic already clawing at your chest.

Ellie watches you, pain etched across her face, yet there’s something softer beneath it—something just for you.

"Hey, look at me."

Her whisper is so faint you almost miss it. But you don’t hesitate. You stop, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze.

And then—her fingers, warm despite the blood staining them, slip into yours. She squeezes.

"I love you too."

The world stills. For a moment, the gunfire outside, the frantic pounding of your heart, the terror—it all fades into nothing. Your breath catches, your chest tightens, and God, you would kiss her stupid right here if you weren’t so afraid of her bleeding out.

"You do?" Your voice barely makes it past your lips, fragile and disbelieving.

Ellie doesn’t hesitate. She nods, firm despite her exhaustion. "Yes, silly."

A grin tugs at the corner of your lips—small, but real. The fear doesn’t disappear, but something steadies inside you. You exhale, slower this time, more sure.

You can fix this. You have to.

With renewed focus, you reach for her wound again—hands steadier now, more confident. Because she loves you, and you are not losing her.

[joelslastofus]

[SUMMARY: Joel has a dangerous reputation in the QZ, so when you run into him you are afraid of him until he shows you another side to him.]

“I ain’t gonna hurt you” he tried his best to convince you but fear took over you.

Angst

Of course you were late today. Never had you been so past curfew to get back to your apartment but here you were dodging all the security cameras on your walk back. It was silent and it was dark, looking over your shoulder repeatedly you made sure no one appeared from behind. The only way to cut away from the cameras was through an alley you always tried to avoid but you knew there was no choice now. Looking behind you so much you didn’t pay attention to what was ahead until you ran into it. Whatever it was, it almost knocked the wind right out of you knocking you a couple steps back.

“Shit-“ you whispered before looking up and seeing the figure of a man.

It had to be FEDRA, your heart sunk until the man took a step forward and that’s when his identity was revealed.

It was worse than FEDRA.

It was Joel Miller.

“I’m-I’m-“ you struggled to find words as he looked behind you checking around the area.

“The hell you doin’ comin’ through here?” His eyes turned back to you, you couldn’t find your voice. He observed you from head to toe, eager for a response but you couldn’t speak. You heard many stories about Joel Miller and none made you feel comfortable with running into him in a dark alley. Without thinking you quickly turned attempting to run away but before you could make it out the alley Joel caught you making you scream. His arms around your waist as he picked you up pulling you back into the alley.

“No!” You kicked trying your hardest to wiggle out of his grasp.

“Stop it, they’re gonna hear you dammit” he got you right back to where you were and roughly turned you around to him.

“Don’t do that again” he warned as your heart raced.

“You with anyone?” You could feel yourself begin to shake anxiously, you slowly shook your head just as you heard another noise from behind you.

“Shit” he whispered.

“We gotta move” he unexpectedly grabbed your arm pulling you towards the wall.

“Wait!” You whispered as he practically dragged you making you twist your ankle, you almost let out a scream. Quickly he backed up against the wall and pulled you against him covering your mouth. A muffled scream could be heard as he tightened his hand on you.

“Don’t make a sound” He whispered as you whimpered. He looked down the alley as you held in your cries. He waited until he no longer heard anyone near before looking back down at you and released his hand from your mouth realizing you were in pain. You winced looking down at your foot, attempting to balance yourself on one while placing your hand on the wall.

“Shit” he muttered to himself. Quickly he crouched down to take a look but the second he reached for your foot you pulled away.

“No!”

“Let me take a look” he could see the hesitation in your eyes, you didn’t know what to do. Slowly you lifted your foot towards him and allowed him to gently take hold of it. Feeling it out he gave it a slight squeeze before you gasped.

“It ain’t broken, probably just a sprain”

“I just want to get home” you whispered trying to hold in your cries.

Joel looked behind him before he stood up, his hands on his hips as if he was trying to figure something out.

“This whole area is locked down-“

“What do you mean locked down?”

“Can’t get in or out, I’m surprised you made it this way” he responded.

“Where do you stay?” He asked.

“The other side” you responded softly still leaning on the wall.

“Well you won’t be able to get anywhere any time soon” he turned back to you.

“Gonna have to go my route“

“Your route? N-no, I can’t go with you”

“You got any other ideas?”

You sighed in frustration looking down at your foot, Joel was right, there was no way you’d make it back home like this. He already felt it was his fault that you hurt your ankle and he knew he wouldn’t have felt right leaving you out here wounded on your own.

“Just until day light” he explained. Silently you shook your head stubbornly, you were not about to set yourself up and be alone inside somewhere with this man with all the things you have heard about him.

“Look woman, I’m just trynna help you” he walked towards you, stopping inches away. It almost felt as if he was closing you in the corner. You didn’t say a word, you could feel your heart racing as he looked down at you.

“You either take my help-“ he leaned towards you as he spoke making you flinch. Joel instantly stopped talking noticing your reaction. You froze unsure of what exactly was going through his mind in that moment..until he spoke.

“You think I’m gonna hurt you?” He asked furrowing his brows. Swallowing nervously you looked away. Joel didn’t know you, but to see a woman so afraid to simply even look at him was something that didn’t sit well with him.

Suddenly you were both distracted by the sound of walkie talkies close by. Joel looked over his shoulder before quickly turning back to you.

“We need to leave. Now” he unexpectedly positioned himself to lift you in his arms making you jump.

“What are you doing?!” You whispered pushing your hands into his chest to keep him away but he only pulled you closer.

“Trust me, would you rather they take you?” he spoke low as the sounds of walkie talkies grew louder. You knew you truly had no other option, quickly you nodded and let Joel take you in his arms.

Joel moved quickly, rushing into a door as you tightly held onto him. Running down a hall he ran up two flights before stopping at a door and pushing it open. Looking over with your arms still wrapped around his neck, you noticed he had carried you into an apartment. Slowly he lay you on the couch before turning to lock the door shut.

“This is your place?” You whispered. Joel nodded walking past you and took a glimpse out the window before closing the curtain. Walking back in your direction he lit a candle beside you as you sat anxiously.

“Let me take a better look at your foot” he sat on the coffee table in front of you. Looking around uncomfortably you attempted to push yourself up to have some kind of control over yourself. Joel began to take off your shoe until you pulled it away.

“No, don’t-“

“I’m just gonna look” he assured you. Giving in you allowed him to gently take off your shoe until you realized you no longer had your weapon hooked to your pants. It must’ve fallen outside when you ran into him. That’s when you noticed a wooden pole on the edge of the couch. Of course you didn’t trust this man, what would be the harm in having some kind of protection? Although you should’ve known better, you couldn’t get anything past Joel Miller.

With a raise of his brow he looked up towards your hand then back to you.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” your foot still in his hands you slowly let go of the wooden pole. He could see the fear you felt, he knew the stories you must’ve heard about him. Stories he never cared to defend until he found himself in the presence of a woman terrified of him.

“What were you doin’ out alone?” He asked moving his eyes back to your foot.

“I always travel alone”

“Past curfew?” His questions only irritating you, what the hell did he care?

“I got caught up”

Joel silently looked up at you pressing his lips together.

“Lucky you didn’t come across someone else” he spoke low.

“Your foot will be fine, just try to stay off it. Keep it elevated” he slowly stood up and propped your foot on a cushion on top of the coffee table.

“Stay off it? I can’t-“

“Unless you want it to get worse, I suggest you do as I say” he proceeded to take off his jacket as he walked away into the kitchen. You hadn’t noticed but he could see you from where he was, he watched as you looked around the room almost in a panic. You wanted to leave.

Joel silently stepped back into the living room, so silent you never even realized.

“I know you heard things of me” his words catching your attention.

“Most of them are true” he acknowledged, you swallowed nervously as he spoke.

“But I’m not gonna hurt you and you’re just gonna have to take my word for it ” like nothing he walked back into the kitchen and proceeded to put something together for the both of you to eat.

After a few minutes Joel walked back into the living room with two bowls of food. Hesitantly you took the bowl and watched as he sat on the recliner across from you and ate. His eyes darting back and forth between his food and you, you could tell he wanted to know more.

“You don’t stay with anyone?” He asked curiously.

“No” his head slightly tilted as he observed you from head to toe.

“What? C-can’t imagine a girl can survive by herself?” Your voice still slightly shaken as you tried to speak.

“Course I can. Just shouldn’t be that way” he stared off into space lost in thought before continuing to eat his food. A sound by the window made you jump, he quickly stood up signaling with his hand for you to stay sitting down as he moved to the edge of the window to take a peak. Someone was caught after curfew, you both could hear the man screaming for help. Joel closed the curtain and turned around to see you attempting to get on your feet.

“The hell are you doin’?” He rushed to you as you balanced yourself on one foot.

“Don’t! Don’t come near me!” You hopped back on one foot not wanting him to touch you.

“Didn’t I just say to stay off your foot?”

“I can’t stay here” you looked around you hoping for something you could use as a weapon.

“I know what you’re gonna do, I know what you’ve done to others-“ you cried out. Joel stood still as you panicked, you had nowhere to go.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you” he tried his best to convince you but fear took over you. He attempted to move another step closer making you hop a step back, you grabbed a book you saw beside you and threw it at him, anything you could use to keep him away.

“No! Please!”

“Listen to me” his expression and tone rather demanding although he didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t have to.

“I know you’re scared-“ you began to cry knowing you didn’t have a way out.

“but ya ain’t gonna have much luck goin’ out there. You’re better off in here” you knew he was right. How the hell did you think you could pull off walking back to your home on one foot. You didn’t want to give in but truthfully, there was no other option.

“Sit down” his lips tightened.

“B-back away..” he lifted his hands up showing mercy and took a step back.

Slowly and nervously you grabbed onto the wall and walked toward the touch, hopping on one foot you lost your balance but Joel rushed towards you and caught you with his hands on your hips. You gasped grabbing onto him, keeping yourself balanced on him.

“You alright?” You could see the clear concern in his deep eyes. So much for keeping your distance from him, here he was keeping you on you balanced with his large hands. You didn’t say a word and proceeded to let him help you sit down.

“Why….why are you so insistent on helping me, what do you care about my foot?”

You finally asked.

Joel rubbed his chin as he stood up and turned away heading to the kitchen.

“Had I not pulled you so hard, your foot would be fine” he turned towards the counter, facing you.

“So this is to ease your guilt” you responded.

“I ain’t gonna be responsible for a young woman not making it back home safely.” Joel grabbed his bottle of whiskey and quickly took a chug. The moment he put it down he realized the way you stared at the bottle in his hands and realized what other things you could be thinking. You were already afraid of him, of course seeing him drink heavy liquor wasn’t a help. You noticed by the way he looked at you that he caught on quickly and put the bottle away without saying a word of it. Looking away you placed your attention back to your foot, he noticed you wince as you reached over and gently brushed your hand over it.

“You in pain?”

“Not too bad” you responded softly. Your nerves still eating at you, you tried to remain calm.

“Should get some rest, I can bring you to the bed. I’ll stay on the couch-“

“Oh no, I’m not taking the bed. It’s fine, I’m comfortable here” you could tell by the look on his face he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Fine” you sighed. He proceeded to walk up to you as you looked at him confused.

“What-“ he stopped in his tracks not trying to freak you out again.

“I’m just gonna take you to the bed, that’s all. Don’t need you fallin’ over”

“Right” you whispered with a nod. Joel crouched to your level, placing your arm around his neck he proceeded to pick you up and carry you to his bed.

Once he sat you down, you watched as he slowly bought your legs up on the bed. It was strange seeing how gentle he could be, with all the things you’ve ever heard of Joel Miller, this sight wasn’t one you expected.

“That alright?” He looked up at you still crouching over you as he pulled a blanket over your legs. He noticed how you stared at him, your look distracting him.

“I’m sorry about your foot” his sudden apology caught you off guard, you could tell he wanted to say more as you looked up at him silently.

“Nothins’ gonna happen to ya here, ya hear me?” What were you to say?

“What do you think I’m thinking?” your question causing him to look at you slightly puzzled.

“You’re…afraid of me” he finally responded. Afraid you were, but part of you also couldn’t help but wonder how a man as dangerous as him could be so gentle to a woman he didn’t even know.

“It’s just…the Joel Miller that I’ve heard of…it doesn’t seem like the one who would gently lay me on his bed and make sure I was comfortable…that’s all” awkwardly you looked away as he stared down at you, his brows furrowed. Joel didn’t know how to take your comment, it had been a significantly long time since he’s allowed anyone close to him, he didn’t trust a soul.

“Get some rest” was all he could say before he left you alone..

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[pippin-katz]

Love the way I’ve only seen confirmation of Charles’ cameo in The Sandman so far but I just automatically know that we will get both of them because you would have to drag George and Jayden kicking and screaming to get them to agree to show up without the other

Edit: yes, I know there’s BTS pictures and teasing that’s been going on for a while, but that’s not the same as official confirmation!

[isetfiretomyself]

Yandere King X G/N Ghost reader

Trigger warnings! Death, violence ,You die (obviously lmao), Yandere s/hs , More of a lovesick Yandere. This is my first ever fic so if I've missed anything please let me know!

With that said just imagine a...

👑Yandere Prince who sneaks out...like a lot. What can he say? He loves his kingdom! If he is to rule it one day he must understand it.

👑A Yandere Prince who one day bumps into you! A commoner nothing more, nothing less but to him. You were everything! Your passion, your gratefulness, your kindness is everything he loves about his kingdom in one person! You live in a little village just outside the kingdom but still in it's land. You try to avoid crowds, you have a collection of rocks and crystals. A harmless hobby that got you label as "mysterious" or "freaky".

👑Yandere Prince doesn't mind this at all! You're so pure and happy, you would never harm anyone! (And the more people believe you're threat the more you're all his-oop!)He loves when you ramble about the rocks you collect along the lake, his heart hurts when he finds out the reason you have mostly rocks in your collection is because you can't afford crystals.

"Your majesty?..." You open your door one night. "What ever are you doing at this-!" You didn't have time to finish before the young prince launches at you. Hugging you tighter then ever before, it's almost painful. " Father wants me to marry..." It's all he says, you try to see his expression but he's holding you so tightly you can't move. His blond hair covers his blue eyes. "I-I can't!" He's voice breaks. You've never seen him so Human, His prince persona complete forgotten.

You rub his back. "You'll make a fine husband, your ma-"

"Neil"

"I'm sorry?"

"Call me Neil... please" He pulls away from you. He gently moves his hands to cup your face and leans in. Before anything can happen there's a sudden slamming of your front door bashing into your wall. You scream in terror while Yandere Prince tries to keep you as close to the other side of the room as possible. Royal knights come in and pull the prince away from you.

"Unhand me!" Yandere Prince use's all his strength to pull away from the knights but with three of them restraining him it's near impossible. He's eyes wide in pure fear when he sees you being shackled. "No! No! You can't! You can't!" Kicking and screaming while being dragged into the carriage, he woke up the whole village with his tantrum. You keep your head down. If it wasn't for the knights dragging you along it would of been impossible for you to see, tears filling your eyes.

👑Yandere Prince who had to be bound to his bed when he found out you were to be hanged. His obsession of you being misunderstood as a love spell you cast on him. In a sick sense of comedy the more he screamed and cried the more it made up the kings mind.

👑Yandere Prince who managed to convince his personal maid, the one that's been raising him like her child since his mother's passing. To visit you one more time, to send his love and beg you not to hate me. To his surprise she returns with a small rose quartz you had on your clothes for him to keep.

👑Yandere Prince who cried so hard he vomited on your execution day. The cheers of the crowds fueled his rage. That night he was sat in bed rubbing his sore wrists, eyes puffy from crying. He brings his knees to his chest when he feels a hand on his back.Turning around he saw nothing.

👑Yandere Prince who has hardly slept since your death. Who is a vile shell of the young man he once was. On the day he had to meet his future bride. He punched a mirror unable to see himself with anyone who wasn't you.

That night he stumbled back into his chamber having drank his sorrows away to forgot everything. But he could of swore he never cleaned away the glass shards and he never let the staff in his chamber anymore.

That night he saw you. He came to him in his dreams. You're figure looked smaller then usual. The red ring around your neck was all he could stare at. "My love?" Was all yandere Prince could muster before waking up, the rose quartz in hand.

👑Yandere Prince who started carrying the crystals around everywhere, oh and I mean everywhere. He didn't believe it did anything but slightly ease his pain. That was an till his father, the king. Snatched it out of his hand "You stupid boy! Can't you see this was the vessel that ruined your mind!" And that was all it took. Yandere prince took his sword and plunge it into his father's heart. He went on a rampage killing everyone from the exactor to the civilians that cheered your demise.

👑Yandere king that became the most feared man in all this side of the mountains. All that death managed to bring Ghost readers form into this realm.

"My love... never again will I let scum take you away from me." He tried to take your hand in his but it just felt like a cold tingle on his palms.

After this yandere king made his staff build a steal box to keep the rose quartz safe. Maybe his father was right...the crystal was a vessel for someone.

[themoonlitquill]

Whispers Woven in Shadow. (4/?)

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝘼𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧? 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚? 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚? 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮.

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ; 𝖠𝗓𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗅 𝗑 𝖥𝖾𝗆!𝖮𝖢 (𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅).

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 ; AHHHHH!!! I apologize for this taking me longer than the other chapters! Work has been absolutely HORRIBLE and exhausting and stressful and I feel like I haven’t had time for SHIT. 😫 But that’s healthcare for you! Lmao. ANYWAY, here is chapter 4 and I really liked how this turned out, so I hope ya’ll will too! I also decided to cross-post on my ao3 one chapter at a time and if you would rather read there, just let me know and I’ll send the link. Or I may end up posting it here eventually. Who knows!!! ENJOY! 🩵

𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ; 𝗠𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 (𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁) 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵, 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿-𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗶𝗹 (𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀), 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿.

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 ; 4140.

Everything felt like it was on fire.

It was too much to take and no matter how hard she tried, there was no way to make it stop.

Why was this happening?

What had she done to deserve this?

Please, get me out of here! Please!

Her legs were kicking, but she couldn’t get to the surface, couldn’t get out of the water that she was submerged in, that surrounded her in darkness; it was an endless abyss full of something that she wasn’t prepared to face, ominous and leering, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t!

It was too far. She was starting to run out of air - lungs burning and constricting in pain, nothing but raw agony - and there was no way she’d be able to keep this up forever.

I have to get out of here. Right now!

I’m not ready! Let me make it out, please.

Something wraps around her ankle, grip like ice, hard and strong, cold. She falters for a brief second before doubling her efforts, knowing she needed to get away and she needed to do it fast.

Get off! I’m not going. I won’t!

It yanks at her leg and starts to drag her down, causing panic to set in and her body thrashes in every direction, doing anything she could to break free.

There was a suffocating pressure all around, seeping into her pores and adding a thinly veiled terror that coursed through her veins; she wanted to scream and cry, to ask for help, but how could she? It was ripping her to shreds from the inside out and filling her with the feeling of death.

There was no escape from this.

She moved her arms in wide arcs, attempting to propel herself up to the top, and the more she tried, the harder it pulled, and she felt like she was stuck in quicksand, sucking her in until there was nothing left.

Let me go! I don’t want this! What don’t you understand!?

I’m not dying today! I won’t. I can’t!

A light appears in the distance, small at first, and then coming closer, and closer, and closer, growing in size and becoming brighter until her skin was illuminated with a luminescent glow.

What is this?

Make it stop!

It tightens around her ankle and tugs again, pain stabbing into every inch like shards of shattered glass, digging in to tinge with crimson, and she was certain - right then and there - that this was the end; she wasn’t going to come out of this alive.

Please, please, please.

Don’t do this to me.

She kept going down, down, down. It wasn’t going to let her go, there was no chance.

I’m not a bad person, I don’t deserve this!

The beat of her heart quickened and she fought with everything she had, refusing to give in, refusing to let it have her.

Let me out, let me out, let me out!

Its hold wouldn’t budge, only seeming to become stronger, and she couldn’t do it.

She couldn’t win.

Come on, Ari. Don’t you dare give up!

Keep fighting!

Her legs kick harder, teeth grit together as the burning in her lungs intensifies, like someone had shoved a white hot poker down her throat. It was too much. The flames had spread and she couldn’t breathe. The water was freezing, contrasting with the heat and waging a war inside of her. It was too much.

It hurts, it hurts! Please make it stop!

Keep fighting!

The light engulfs her. It keeps pulling. It won’t stop. It can’t stop. She flails around, struggling for something, anything.

Don’t give up, don’t give up.

You can do this, okay? I promise.

She looks up and blinks, catching sight of movement in the shadows.

No.

No, no, no!

Her mouth opens and she screams.

₊˚✧𑁍.ೃ࿔*:･

Ariadne sits up in bed with a startled gasp, air rushing in quickly and making her head spin; she places a hand over her chest, eyelids fluttering as she struggles to catch her breath, and the entirety of her petite frame trembles, thoughts cloudy and bringing forth something that she wanted to be far away from.

You’re okay. You’re fine, she smooths her hands over the satin sheets. It’s over and done with. You went in a- panic claws at her throat and she focuses on the way the fabric feels against her palms. You came back out. That’s the most important thing. You’re alive, Ari.

Her heart was beating rapidly behind her ribcage and it was taking everything she had to calm down, the fear racking her body with aftershocks of the horror that lingered. It was all-consuming, threading into every inch, settling in deep and growing roots that planned to stay.

It’s okay. It’s okay, her fingertips draw small circles, over and over again. I need a distraction. Give me a distraction, she takes a deep breath. Anything will work at this point. Please.

The air shifts and a tickle brushes her skin, catching her attention immediately; her eyes open fully to find the little shadow moving fluidly between her fingers, almost as if it were working hard to get her to notice.

Ariadne’s head tilts, unable to stop the relief that washes over her. I was wondering if you were ever going to come back around.

You had a nightmare.

I don’t really want to talk about it, she swallows and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Where have you been?

Even if you do not want to talk about it, you need to.

It’s too soon.

The longer you wait, the worse it will be.

Don’t use my own words against me.

Why not? They are such good ones.

Her eyes narrow as the shadow slithers up to wrap around her wrist, silken and shimmering beneath the low light. I’ll do it when I’m ready. I know it’ll be harder, but I… I can’t. Not right now.

It tightens for a brief moment and then loosens, temperature even cooler than before; a slow breath passes through her lips, shoulders sagging as some of the weight lifts. There was a sense of serenity, of safety. Was it… trying to comfort her?

We will be here when you do.

There’s that ‘we’ again, her fingers brush over the curve of it. There was no denying that the shadow had come to check on her, all assumptions gone and turned into fact. It was strange. She didn’t quite know how to take it and she wasn’t sure if she ever would.

Thank you for being here.

Where else would I be?

Ariadne huffs, eyes rolling. Wherever it is you’ve been since I last saw you a day and a half ago.

I was here.

Her brow furrows. Where? I couldn’t find you anywhere.

Is that your way of saying you missed my company?

Not if you’re going to be cocky about it, the corner of her mouth twitches when the shadow squeezes for a second time. You’re the best to talk to around here.

Are you including the Shadowsinger in that as well?

She falls silent upon his mention, not quite sure what she thought of him yet and even if she did, there was no way of knowing if she would be able to form it into a coherent sentence. Azriel was… peculiar? Was that the word she was looking for? Either way, she simply didn’t know and that was all she had at the moment.

I don’t think he likes me very much.

What makes you say that?

Ariadne blinks in surprise. It was a good question, as well as a fair one. Why did she think that? Regardless of the unknown word that could possibly describe the Shadowsinger, he had been fairly decent to talk to; polite, smart, inquisitive, and a lot less intimidating than she’d guessed. He didn’t push or pry, didn’t ask anything inappropriate, and wasn’t rude in the slightest.

Though, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he acted differently towards her than everyone else and it was throwing her off. Granted, she hadn’t been around Azriel that often before and maybe he was the same, but she didn’t know that for sure either.

I just can’t… she pauses. I can’t get a good read on him, I guess. He’s difficult to figure out and I don’t know if the questions I’m asking are the wrong ones.

There is not anything that you could ask that would be considered wrong to him.

She goes quiet again, watching as the shadow rotates around her wrist and then disappears, only to reappear on her shoulder. A soft hum emits from her throat as she continues to watch, reaching up to stroke the tip of her finger along the length of it; lips curving slightly when that purring sound reverberates in her head.

Is that your way of saying I should be true to myself and ask whatever I want? Even if it’s multiple questions at once?

I would recommend not going too quickly. What is the point in asking someone something if you do not give them enough time to answer?

Ariadne scratches her finger along the top in response. She knew it was right, and yet, she still didn’t know how to go about any of this. It was new and foreign and exhilarating, but it was also scary, which was upsetting to admit to herself. She didn’t want to be scared, because really, what was she scared of?

Pity.

Judgment.

Rejection.

A frown mars her features and she gives a half-shrug, working to push the negativity into one of the boxes she created, not wanting to have any of it free and wreaking havoc on her thoughts. It would always be there no matter what and if she was able to keep it at bay for a little while longer, then that was what she would do.

We’ll see, she settles back against the headboard, a small sigh falling from her lips. I may have a lot of questions, but the last thing I want to do is overwhelm anyone. Azriel included.

What you choose to do is up to you. It is all your decision, Ariadne. No one can take that away. The most we will ever do is to make sure that you are kept safe.

We, as in you and the rest of the shadows, right?

More or less.

Ariadne rolls her eyes, though there was a fondness in it that made her realize she didn’t mind the cryptic messages that were given to her; in fact, it only further served to capture her intrigue and made her wonder exactly what it was that still had yet to be revealed. It was a mystery and she was never one to deny the excitement that came along with unraveling them.

Even if she would much rather the answers be easier to obtain, the search could be fun.

Thank you, by the way.

For?

Distracting me.

₊˚✧𑁍.ೃ࿔*:･

I don’t like the kiwi. It doesn’t really taste like anything to me. Is that even… a thing? Ariadne sets the fruit down and moves to the bowl of cherries. There’s a pit in these if I remember right. Let’s not choke, please, she picks one up and bites into it before pulling it away to see the center. Okay, this is better, she chews, the tartness reminding her of the lemon bars and the juicy sweet had a hint of smokiness that was very much addictive. Definitely adding to the list.

She finishes it - unlike the few others she’d already tried - and wipes her fingers on the napkin, head tilting as everything around went completely still; it happened in an instant and she knew it wasn’t the magic of the house, but rather, a magic of another kind. Much stronger. Much more prominent, and riddled with power.

What was it?

Probably something you don’t want to mess with, her spine stiffens, throat working to swallow. It isn’t something, Ari, the back of her neck prickles. It’s someone.

“Well done, littlest Archeron. You can sense another Daemati, though, I wouldn’t recommend leaving an opening in your mind or else anyone could get in, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

She turns in a blink, only to be met with violet eyes - flecked with what she had imagined starlight to look like when Feyre had tried to describe it in written words - and a feline smirk.

“Rhysand.”

“Now, what have I done to upset you enough to feel the need to use my full name?” The vast intensity of his tone seems to soften a bit, becoming less of an enormity and more of something steady, grounding even. “I’d like it if you’d call me Rhys.”

Ariadne watches him carefully, finding herself unsure how to proceed. Azriel and his shadows were one thing, but the High Lord was a whole other playing field that she had no clue how to navigate.

Who are you kidding, Ari? You have no idea how to do any of this.

“Do you always talk to yourself?”

Her attention snaps back to the male in front of her, eyes narrowing. “Not very many people to talk to before I was thrown into that damn Cauldron, now was there? Don’t stand there and judge me for what I’ve done in years of silence.”

Rhys doesn’t move, though she swears there’s a hint of regret swirling amongst the stars. “I would never judge you. I’m the last person to judge anyone anyway,” his weight shifts. “You’ll need to practice separating your thoughts from what you say when the line of communication is open. Best to keep them private until you decide otherwise.”

“How do I do that?”

“Picture a barrier of some kind,” he walks around the counter and taps a finger against the wall. “Not too thick,” he pulls the towel off the handle of the oven and holds it up. “Not too thin,” the cup is in his hand and before she registers what’s happening, it’s thrown across the room and shatters into pieces. “But strong enough where no one can break through.”

“That way I can open and close it more easily than the big wall. Makes sense,” Ariadne clasps her hands together in her lap and raises a brow. “Are you going to clean that up?”

“Clean what up?”

Confusion flashes across her face briefly and then she sighs. Magic house. Right.

“I have a question for you,” Ariadne changes the subject, noting the amusement in his eyes and she decides that he is a sarcastic ass. “If a Daemati can sense another, why didn’t you know until now?”

The regret returns, which she finds interesting, and his mouth tightens. “Because I wasn’t paying attention. I was too focused on Feyre and what she’s doing in Spring Court,” he steps forward, almost seeming nervous. “I’m not well-versed in apologies, but I want to make it up to you by helping. If I can and if you’ll let me, that is.”

She lets his words echo in her mind, sinking in and allowing her to mull over exactly what he was offering, though not before she envisions a plate of glass that reflected iridescent hues in soft pastels to protect what she didn’t want him to know; it was several inches thick and impenetrable, as solid as steel and would serve its purpose well.

Good job, Ari. Now, she vacates her expression, unwilling to give anything away. What do you think of this? It seems genuine, but do you really want him to be the one to help you? Everything is still so new and happening all at once. Maybe you need to take a beat and try to process more before going forward.

A frown nearly succeeds in fighting its way to the surface at that. Aren’t you the one who wanted answers? Does it matter who they’re from or what order they come in? You might as well get them while you can since you don’t know if you’ll have an opportunity like this again.

Ariadne taps her finger against her knuckles as the thoughts run rampant, not wanting to resort to destroying herself over something as simple as a conversation with another, and tilts her head, eyes roaming over Rhys, who stood in silent observation.

“I’m alright with your help with the Daemati stuff,” she begins and is granted a small smile from the High Lord. “But everything else… I’ll play by ear. It’s my life and I deserve to have a say in who, when, and where,” she surveys his expression as she continues. “I don’t know you very well and if I’m being honest, I don’t know what I think of you just yet.”

A brief silence settles.

“Fair enough,” he nods. “Trust is earned and I have every intention of earning your’s. Even if it takes a while.”

She mimics the action and rubs a soothing circle onto the back of her hand, adding the right amount of pressure to remind herself that she was fine.

“Okay then. We can start tomorrow.”

₊˚✧𑁍.ೃ࿔*:･

Ariadne’s eyes widen as they move over the inked words on the page, finding herself completely taken aback by the scene unfolding in her mind; the female was allowing the male to… Oh. What is- OH! Is that what happens? Is it-!

A familiar coolness brushes over her feet, causing her to jump and slam the book shut, cheeks flushing bright red.

Don’t do that!

You should pay more attention.

I’m reading! Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to interrupt someone when a good story is involved?

No.

Ariadne releases a huff. Well, it is, and I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t do it again. Now, she sets the book onto the table. What is so important that you decided to scare the absolute hell out of me?

The shadow wraps around her calf and squeezes. You are wanted elsewhere.

By who?

If you would finally leave this library for once, you would find out.

How very cryptic of you, she rolls her eyes. I should be used to it by now, I suppose, her lips pressed together in a thin line. Do I have to? It isn’t Rhysand, is it? I already told him we’ll start tomorrow.

You do not have to do anything, but I strongly encourage it, there’s a small pause as the shadow moves to encircle her wrist. It is not the High Lord.

Thank the blasted Cauldron for that. Fine, Ariadne pushes herself up from the chair to stand and glances down at the shimmering tendril. I’ll go. Happy?

Ecstatic.

Her eyes roll for a second time, but she exits the library and makes her way down the hall. Where am I going?

To the roof.

The roof? Why am I wanted on the roof?

You will see.

Ariadne sighs and decides to not question it any further. It wasn’t like she was getting anywhere - she never did - with the shadow’s answers, so why bother? She keeps walking, allowing instinct to guide her and she comes to a hall that leads to the right that she hadn’t noticed before. Her brow furrows. Where did this come from?

There was no response, not that she expected one, and she chooses to follow it, figuring that if she got lost, it would be a sort of adventure and she’d make the best of it like she did everything else; she continues on, fingers gliding along the wall and mind zoning out, wandering to who could possibly want her around. It couldn’t be Feyre, could it? No, don’t be silly, Ari. You would know if she was back.

Then who was it?

She sighs and looks down at her wrist to see that the shadow had disappeared, a frown now formed on her lips. Gee, thanks. What a tour guide you turned out to be, Ariadne returns her gaze forward and notices a winding staircase ahead that went up, with no clue as to where it went. Wonderful.

Her arm lowers to her side when she approaches, standing at the bottom for a moment and weighing on whether this was a good idea or not. It wasn’t like she had anything better to do, right? Might as well. She takes a breath and begins to climb, one by one, finding herself thankful that there was a railing to hold onto; the last thing she needed was to lose her footing and fall.

This is stupid. Why am I doing this? Ariadne bites at the inside of her lip. Because the shadow told you, she shakes her head. You make your own decisions and you could’ve said no, and you can still go back if you want to. No one is forcing you, her teeth puncture the skin and she tastes blood. But you want to know and it’ll drive you crazy otherwise.

Another sigh. Keep going then. Someone is waiting, apparently, and it’d be more stupid of you to not go and find out, the stairs become a bit steeper and she huffs, the muscles in her legs burning from the exertion. This better be worth it.

It seemed that it was endless, going on and on, and wearing her out in a way that made her want to give up and go back the way she came, but that was soon forgotten when a door came into view. She nearly cheers in triumph, feeling proud that she had managed it all on her own. There was still no knowledge of what - who - exactly would be on the other side and that caused a bit of nerves to rise to the surface, though she made herself open it anyway.

The first thing to hit her was the fresh air; surprisingly warm despite the sun lowering behind the distant mountains and scented with some sort of flower that she wasn’t familiar with. She inhales deeply, the corner of her mouth twitching, and walks further out, noting that this wasn’t what she would consider a roof, more so an overlook or maybe even a really large balcony.

Her head tilts as she observes the surroundings, finding it to be quite nice. It was private and secluded, a prime place for her to read or write, which she hadn’t done since she was Made, and she couldn’t help but feel slighted that she was just now discovering it.

All I’d need is to get one of those comfy armchairs from the library up here, Ariadne places a hand on her hip. A footstool too, she swivels to the right. And a table, a small hum emits from her throat. There has to be a type of magic that would keep it all safe from the weather that would make it okay for me to leave books and other things too.

She crosses to the bannister and places her hands flat on top, leaning up on her tip-toes to look over the edge and realizing she couldn’t see everything that she wanted; she pushes herself up further until her feet dangle above the ground, her stomach pressed against the stone as she worked to keep balanced. Her chin lifts, eyes taking in the sights presented before her and eliciting a soft gasp.

It was beautiful.

There were hundreds of lights down below, all coming from the buildings, and winding streets that she was sure were filled with the people who lived there, bursts of color in one area and a flowing river that seemed to glitter with something akin to diamonds. She had never seen anything like it in her life and she was itching to go explore, just to see what she might find, who she might meet, what she might learn.

Ariadne leans over further, excitement getting the best of her, when the balance that she was trying to maintain falters.

She teeters forward and a startled squeak escapes from her mouth, hands scrambling for purchase on the bannister as she begins to fall; her chest heaves, nothing but pure panic taking over, and her legs kick in an attempt to pull her body back down to solid ground.

Oh Gods! Don’t let me die like this! No, no, n-!

Something hard and strong and warm grips her hips, effectively cutting off her train of thought and rescuing her from certain death. She sucks in a sharp breath and whirls around immediately, eyes wide as she looks up, up, up to meet a perfectly chiseled jaw and golden hazel that was full of a whirlwind of emotions that she didn’t have the mind to decipher right then.

“Azriel?”

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬�� ; @ashblooddragons , @rcarbo1 , @waytoomanyteenagefeels , @prettylittlewrites , @tele86 , @missxmarvelous , @herondale-lightworm , @kabekusa , @fr0stf4ll .

[jakedoxxenvasion]

sugary sweet

warning: MDNI!! smut with plot, creditor sylus! × debtor reader! manipulative sylus, reader is a virgin, dom sylus × sub reader, sadistic sylus, suggestive content! smut will in the next part ❤️

note: i actually wrote something similar for heeseung but i only release some sneak peek because i plan to make it a series but not sure when lol

UNEDITED!!

your head immediately snap up when you heard a loud walking footsteps echoing inside the almost dark, empty room.the silhouette of a tall guy approaching you in the dark until he stand before the only source of light in the room, which is on top of your head.

you're still tied up on the chair, it's been 10 hours? your body sweating like hell from staying in this basement room, there's no source of light from outside world, no fresh air and this room reek of the smell of something like.. metallic? like iron? you can't really describe it since you can't really see much in the dark corner of the room.

"done reflecting on yourself?"

his voice echoing, you look up at him and shot him a sharp glare. "fuck you."you spat and that only make him chuckle darkly, thinking you would actually give in is something that he don't really expect. he dragged you all the way down here with much struggle and he don't really expect you to listen to him actually.

"right here?"his finger brush over your jawline before he lift your chin to make you look straight into in eyes. "i also want to fuck you, kitten. but business first, right?"you want to bite his hand so bad right now and spit on his face but you know better not to provoke him too much. you don't know what else this guy can do to you.

you're not suppose to be here and it's not your fault too, "i told you i don't have that much money and.. how the fuck you can capture me but not that fucking asshole?!"your scream echoing around the room, the strain around your arms getting tighter now than you move around a lot.

"that asshole is your beloved brother, kitten.. one cannot say shit about family like that, that's not nice."you immediately rolled your eyes when you hear he said that. "your brother just decide to vanish into the thin air, if we manage to get him and make him pay his debt, i wouldn't go through the bullshit you put on me just to get you, sweetie."

he glance down at his bandage arm, a remnant of what you left behind when he tried to captured you yesterday. you bit his arm until it bleed but that was nothing compare to you, he really don't want to hurt you but due to what you did, he got shocked and accidentally pushed you over a table.

your head was knocked over the corner of the table which cause it to bleed too. "i'm sorry about this.."he start to kneeling infront of you, if it's not because of your bind legs, you would have kick him by now. but you watch as he pull out a handkerchief from his back pocket and grab a water bottle that was discard on the floor when you first got here.

"stay still."

the silver hair guy pour some water on the handkerchief before he lean closer to you, he start to dab it on your bruised forehead. "i know i could be an asshole but it was not my intention to hurt you."he muttered, he wipe off the dried blood on your skin that were trickled down your forehead before.

"then let me go, i promise you i will look for my brother and make him pay all your debt."a little negotiation wouldn't hurt, right? but he only chuckle to hear your little offer, his continue to tend to your bruise and when he's done cleaning it, he pull out a bandage from his pocket. "sylus, please?"his hand immediately stop midway.

it was weird when you call his name, the sound of your voice saying his name did something to him. "no."it was a short answer but you know it hold so much. "you're signed as his guarantor, until we find him you had no choice but to stay here and pay his debt."you let out a small wince when he press his finger a little hard on your forehead as he paste the bandage on it.

"i told you i didn't sign those paper! he fake my signature on it!"you raise your voice as defensive act, but sylus shake his head as he take a step back from you. "and i told you.. i don't have that much money to pay back, 1 million are not that easy to get."your voice only getting more and more little as you speak, you're started to get tired of this.

"then explain those thumb print?"

again you let out another groan, "i swear i never put any of my thumb print of any paper that he offered me before.. he set those things up, sylus."sylus sigh, he's done putting on the bandage over your forehead but he didn't back off from you and you know it very well, even if you can prove yourself that you're not the one who sign the document, there's actually nothing you can do.

it's all your brother fault, but you're the only family of his so it's not like you have any choice, right? "nevermind, this won't end actually.. but as you know,"sylus get up from kneeling in front of you and take a step back. then he look down at you, your tied up legs and hands then down at your body..

you're wearing white button up and a pair of black jeans and it's happened when he drag you out from your part time job, a cafe. "we can figure out how you're gonna pay.. but you know,"when a smirk appear on his lips and the way he look at you, it seems like you can read his mind. "you can pay with the other way too."

sylus chuckle, "pervert!"you yelled but sylus laugh echoing in the room louder. your face turn red and you had to look away from him. you really hope he's joking about it, and now you hate your brother even more. you swear if you ever see that asshole again, you need do something about it.

when sylus finally stop laughing, you rolled your eyes as you turn to look at him again. "ah right, i actually put your house on sale.. it was worth like 600k if i manage to sell it, so you need to pay 400k more."he suddenly said when those cross his mind, your eyes widen when he said those, your house?

your parents house, the same house that you've been living in for the rest of your life? "what?! are you crazy? why would you do that without asking my permission?!"oh you really hope you can hit him right now if it's not because of you being tied up. it's getting more and more frustrated now that you can't do anything but sit on that chair and listen to all the bullshit he said.

"crazy? no, kitten.. all the assets that was owned by your brother and you are under us now so we can do whatever we want with it and that's means you can pay off your debt with it. but that shabby house actually not that expensive, i doubt if it could even made into the market."sylus sound nonchalant yet it make your heart break.

"n-no not my house.. no! you can take everything i have but not that house!"your loud voice echoing in that room, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. "please please sylus.. i will pay you back but give me some times. please? anything, just anything, name it and i will give it to you."you're on the verge to tears but you try to compose it to yourself.

you know well you sound so pathetic right now, begging like you're the one who owe him that much money instead of your useless brother. "anything?"like something click on his head, a smirk immediately appear on his lips at the way you said those.. anything that he want. "you're sure about this?"

you immediately nod your head, you can get on your knees and beg for him if you need to. but sylus has a whole different things for you when you mentioned 'anything'..

"s-sylus wait.. ah!"

water splashing around as you try to break free from him but sylus is quick to tied your hands onto a metal beside you that was attached to the wall. "w-what are you doing?"you look at him with confusion on your face, sylus dragged you all the way up from the basement and now..

you find yourself sitting on a bathtub that was fill half with water, hands tied up again but this time he didn't tied your legs. "you said you can give me anything, kitten. so i'm gonna take it just as i please."sylus step into the bathtub, water start to splashing out onto to floor. he's now kneeling between your spread legs. "you're gonna give it to me right, kitten?"he put his finger under your chin and turn your face to look at him.

"g-give you what?"your voice shaky as you open your mouth to speak, you know just exactly what he want but you refuse to put it on the plate. sylus smirk, oh you hate those and you wish you could slap him everytime he smirk like that. "sylus.."you shake your head, biting down on your bottom lips as a small whimper escape your lips.

tears threaten to fall down again and when it finally did, when those tear drop soaked your cheeks, sylus find it amusing. just why seeing you break excite him? "but you promise, y/n."he wipe your tears with his thumb, he glance down at your body and a soft humming escape his lips in approval.

your white shirt now soaked up and he could clearly see your red bra peek out from the soak clothes. "how about we make a little deal, kitten?"sylus pull your chin up to make eye contact with him, "1000$ everytime you give me what i need, and i'm satisfies i will add another 200$ for tips. with that you can pay off your debt, isn't it?"

it sound promising, you can't lie.. "i can't.."you shake your head, but you don't want to stoop so low just to pay off your brother debt, right? "n-no.."tears rolled down your eyes again, but even in your blurry vision you can see a little disappointment on his handsome face.

"aww too bad, but i want you so bad now."he sigh, glancing down at your drench body. he could feel how his dick throb at the glimpse of your body through those soak shirt, it was too bad that red is his favorite colour too. "then how about 2000$? everytime we have sex, i will deduct 2000$."again you shake your head, a body even start to tremble in fear, the look on his face is intimidating than before.

"3000$?"

you frown but immediately you look away from him, he's being ridiculous, you think. "aww.. 4000$?"this time you slowly turn to look at his face but you didn't say anything. "then how about just one time? 5000$?"

"sylus stop!"

you don't care just how much money this guy have, but you don't think you can just give yourself away to him even it sound tempting for you. "just please.. i'm not some kind of toys you can just buy. p-please stop this."your lips tremble as you speak, tears continue to roll down your cheeks but that weirdly seeing you cry make sylus hard.

is this normal? he ask himself. your soft red cheeks stain with your own tears, your eyes started to get puffy from crying, your disheveled hair, your soaked body because of the water around you in that tub.. perfect, everything is perfect in his eyes. "why?"slowly his thumb wiping away your tears, he stroke your cheek softly like you're gonna break if he let go. "i thought you said you can give me anything but not to sell that damn house.."

his finger trail over your lips as his thumb make it over your lower lips, it's so soft. making him wonder how it's gonna feel like on his own lips. "what's so special about that shabby house? and what's so special about you? aren't paying off your brother's debt is your current priority now?"he continue to stare at your face, but weirdly you didn't protest like you did before but you look up at his face.

it's weird.. why it feel comforting to hear his voice talking to you like that? "just let me fuck you a few times and you can pay off your debt.. what's stopping you from giving in? your ego? your pride? or.."he smile before he pull your face closer to him until you could feel his hot breath on your face. "is it because you're a virgin?"

your eyes widen when he caught you, a small chuckle escape his lips when he caught your reaction to what he said. "so.. you're really a virgin?"he caressed your cheek with the back of his hand, "awww that's making me want to fuck you more and more now y/n. what should i do?"he cooed, he even fake a small pouted as he rise his eyebrows at you.

"n-no.."

"ugh fine, 10000$. that's the last, but you know what y/n.."you gasp softly, shocked that his soft and gentle touch on you suddenly become rough. he grab your chin, "i fucking want you so bad right now, and i always get whatever i fucking want. so, 10000$? it wouldn't be that hard right? just let me fuck you for hundred times and you're free from the debt."

his grip around your chin only getting tighter and you whimper at how painful it is. so this is how he is? was all those gentle act only to lure you? "you p-promise?"your tremble voice make him smile again and slowly he let go of your chin. you're gonna regret all these later but you can't decline his offer right? who the fuck would pay you with that amount of money just to have sex?

surely you're a virgin but it's not like you have choices, right? unless.. sylus manage to find your brother. "yes sweetheart, i'm a man of words. for now, just let me fuck you and once we're done here i will prepare a proper contract, how's that sound?"his words is sugary sweet, with those deep but gentle voice you're sure many girls had fall for it.

and you will be one of them.. he's manipulative but you just haven't notice it yet, that just how sylus is. "okay sylus."you don't even know what else to say but you know your cheeks is red now. sylus wasting no time as he lean in and you immediately gasp in surprise when he nuzzle his nose around your neck. then you feel a wet thing on your neck, he lick your skin, trailing down on your collarbone.

"f-fuck.."he murmur on your skin, his hand wrap around waist and the other roaming around your body, over your soaked clothes. "i'm gonna be gentle, yeah?"you nod your head, he stop kissing you around and look up at your beautiful face. "from now on, this is mine. just let me do my things and you need to trust me, okay?"again you nod, your mouth shut sealed but your body still tremble from fear.

your checks immediately turn red than ever but still you didn't say anything. you stare into his crimson eyes and you watch as his eyes move from your eyes down to your lips then your body before it goes up to your lips again. "can i kiss you, y/n?"that's rich coming from the same guy who just threatened you to take you by force if you didn't give in earlier.

"y-yes."you breath out, seeing a small smile appear on his lips before he lean closer until your lips attached together. your eyes widen at the sudden contact but eventually you start to give in, closing your eyes as he you let him take you deeper into the dark.

sylus crimson eyes trailing down at your see through shirt before his hand make it over to unbutton it one by one. a small whimper can be heard from you when his cold hand touching your bare skin, your delicate skin come into view and all the button are off now. "hmm.."sylus kiss down your neck again until it reach over your cleavage, he stop to look up at your face. "i like it red, how do you know it's my favorite?"

you only smile at him, your cheeks blushing red again, how could you even react in situation like this? you're a virgin, inexperience and most importantly that kiss.. it was your first kiss but he don't need to know that..

yoi! it's my first time writing for sylus yay! btw in the mid of writing this, i feel like this concept suit xavier better, don't you think? or is it just me??

oh ya, next part will be publish soon but don't know when, your gurlie is a professional procrastinator huhuu kbye

[solanova]

i think about it

inspired by (i think about it all the time)

!365partygirl reader

warnings!

kinda toxic rafe, mentions of iud’s and birth control, cursing, c0ke and alcohol mentions

You sit in one of your friend's living room. He had gotten her pregnant over a year ago, and you were obviously by her side because you couldn’t fuck her over during pregnancy. After the first few weeks(wanting to give them time) finally meet their baby. She’s now a radiant mother and he’s a beautiful father, maybe you wanted a child. Rafe probably wouldn’t one probably.

Either way, they couldn’t, they’d have to be sober first.

You smile as you hold him, though he does hit at your chest making you laugh a little. After a few hours of helping around the house, you head out going to your car (that both you and Rafe bought together) As you drive you keep thinking about having a child. You start thinking about your future, this is why you hated being sober. You are both already in your late 20s, would it give you both a new purpose? Would it make you miss your freedom? What if he becomes a deadbeat..no Rafe wouldn’t leave you with a child to yourself.

As you pull into the side street of the condo you’d both lived in you lazily get up the steps. You couldn’t keep these thoughts anymore, you needed something to drink. You step in seeing Topper and Kelce with their girlfriends sitting with Rafe in the living room. Great. The one time you don’t wanna deal with people Rafe had them over.

He smiles coked out as he sees you “mm hey baby..come sit down.” You look at him annoyedly going off to the fridge. They’d drank the cold alcohol, you’d put in there. You hear them laugh at something and Rafe speaks up “You looking for that alcohol? mm we drank some of it babe..you should stay sober..” he speaks drunk and high.

You come over, your heels tapping on the wood “Get out.” you speak to the others they all laugh high and drunk “Get the fuck out! jesus christ!” you scream making them slightly jump, topper and kelce help their girlfriends up. You felt like..you were running out of time. Like it could end in a second. You watch them close the door, locking the bottom lock before doing so.

Rafe looks at you high, but sober enough to "What’s wrong. sum’s up if you kicking company out..” he groans out “I wanted that alcohol.” “told you I'm sorry.” “you didn’t put it in there, I did.” you choke out raising your voice “Stop being selfish.” “I’m not being selfish!” you watch him hand you one of those damn baggies. Pushing it on the floor “I don’t want it. I want you sober and I want to talk.”

He laughs. Of course he does. “yeah well-“You drag him by his hair to the bathroom, and next thing cold waters splash in his face. Due that you care too much, so you wipe his face gently, you both stay quiet as you lead him to the living room. “did something happen when you went to that friend's house.” he asks watching you grab a trash bag “throw up.” he laughs “what.” you hold it out still “throw up Rafe.”

After a good 25-30 minutes he starts to throw up and you throw it away, wiping his mouth. “I wanna talk still.” “about..? and you never answered my question from earlier. “should I stop my birth control after I finish my last few pills.” you mutter out. “what.” you stay silent for a moment “Should I-“ “I heard you but, why.” “why not.” “you’ve always taken it. If not we use condoms. Are you getting an IUD or whatever that shit is called.” “No. I'm not.”

“then why do you want to stop? I ain’t stopping you but if we ain’t using condoms or birth control then we ain’t taking a chance.”

“what if we had a kid? Not like we’re getting younger.” you murmur again “Jesus fucking Christ, baby. a fucking kid? you fucking party every day and you want a kid.” “and why not?” “babe, you know how hard it’s to get away from that? And get fucking sober. You're not gonna raise a damn kid drunk. I’m sure not while I’m high.”

“Then get off it!” you scream at him, and he grasps your chin tightly “Don’t yell at me.” you end up pushing his arm away “Get off me. I can be sober,” you speak lower with a certain tone. “Rafe. It..it feels like my life is so small in..the scheme of it all. What..what if it gave me a new purpose. “so you saying you feel like crap with me?”

“no! I'm not saying that, Rafe! God if I have a baby I’d want it to be with you. but you don’t want one. Not now. do you?”

“I might be shit filled with coke but that doesn’t mean that. It doesn’t mean i- fuck i..don’t wanna talk about something like this like.. this.” he groans out rubbing his face.

After this you hadn’t brought it up for the next 3 months. It never felt right to bring it up between late-night parties and getting in the clouds or drunk.

[gothamite-rambler]

Superman: Do you see them anywhere?

Batman (exhausted): Not sure. Hey, man with X-ray vision, can you see them anywhere?

Superman (equally exhausted): Oh yeah, I do have that.

A loud whooshing sound cut through the air as Jon and Damian sneaked by, clearly reacting to the mention of X-ray vision. It was impossible to miss.

Superman: Bruce, did you hear that?

Batman’s jaw clenched, his frustration boiling over at both his disobedient son and being called by his government name.

Batman (through clenched teeth): There’s nothing you could’ve possibly noticed that I didn’t see first. And for the millionth time—Batman! Call me Batman in the suit!

Superman (annoyed): You don’t have to be snippy. I was just building up to it because it’s obvious they flew over there. Jon, get out here now!

Jon and Damian stayed hidden, stifling laughter as they covered each other’s mouths.

Batman (scolding father voice): Damian Al Ghul Wayne, leave the hiding spot. Now.

Silence. Superman sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Superman: You’ve already been caught. We know what you did. Stop dragging this and come out!

Batman: The longer you stay hidden, the longer you’ll be grounded. I’m already taking away the toys you like the most. Keep testing me, and I’ll make you both fucking Amish!

Damian let out an angry scream, storming out of the hiding spot with Jon reluctantly following.

Damian: But Father, we were just being heroes!

Batman: Grounded. No laptop for two weeks. No technology. You’re Amish.

Damian: I’m trying to build a game! Come on!

Batman grabbed Damian by the ear, dragging him away while scolding him. Damian protested the entire time.

Superman: And you—no TV privileges.

Jon (stomping his feet): I was in the middle of The Challenge!

Superman: You can watch it in two weeks. Until then, you’re reading a lot of boring books.

Jon (red-faced): You are so mean!

Superman scooped Jon up, carrying him away as Jon kicked and screamed in protest.

[crowsofdarkness]

Fallen: Chapter Six [END]

-gif not mine. credit to owner-

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Fallen Angel! Female Reader.

Content Warnings: language, angst, fluff, kidnapping, violence.

Summary: The new Avengers recruit has many secrets, one of which Bucky is desperate to discover.

Authors Note: This is a little AU with Bucky!

Tags: @that-blonde-girl @starfly-nicole @bookofriverr @civilbucky @jainaeatsstars @ordelixx @seventeen-x

“Son of a bitch,” I grumbled in pain. 

Bucky set me softly onto the couch back into the common room of the compound. Steve looked up from the book he was quietly ready at the scene with wild eyes. My wings were still spread wide, blood pooling from the few wounds on the left one. 

“What the hell is going on?” He questioned. 

Bucky lips parted to speak but I was a second faster than him to answer. 

“Ivan.” 

Steve’s gaze immediately hardened. “As in your old Hydra capture?” 

I nodded. “They must have found me.” 

A painful hiss bounced off the walls when Bucky pressed a towel to my wounds and I gave him a murderous gaze. 

“I’m going to kill you,” I seethed. 

He gave me a side smirk before turning his attention towards Steve. “We don’t know how many are out there.” 

Steve nodded. “F.R.I.D.A.Y can you take a scan of the compound to see how many bodies are out there?” 

“I’m sensing six heat signatures.” 

My heart fell for a second as I looked around the four others and felt guilty, knowing that they were going to suit up to fight my own fight. My gaze fell onto Bucky who was now kneeling in front of me. 

“This is my fight,” I stated. 

He dropped the bloody towel with a sigh. “It doesn’t matter. You’re one of us and we all fight together.” 

I shook my head. “Ivan wants me. He won’t leave until he gets what he wants.” 

“You’re not giving yourself up, Y/N.”

The look of worry behind his eyes made my stomach hurt so with a gentle touch to his cheek, I gave him a strong smile hoping it eased his nerves. 

“Who said I was giving up?” 

The cold air brushed against my wings and they twitched with anticipation for the upcoming battle. Flames danced at my fingertips while I walked towards the open field behind the compound. I was alone but knew that in a quick second, I would come face to face with the man that had been hunting me for years. 

“I know you’re out there, Ivan. Might as well show your wretched face,” I called out. 

A dark laugh brought chills to my bones when he appeared from the shadows, a large object in his hand. The moonlight caught a glimmer of it and when the all too familiar weapon came into a clearer view, I let out a gasp. Blood drained from my face and the blaze I felt at my hands evaporated. 

Ivan had a wicked smile when he saw the fear take over my body. 

“I bet you didn’t think I would find this,” he wiggled the weapon around. 

I licked my dry lips. “Where did you find it?” 

My feet stepped towards him, ready to fight him for it, but he held up a hand and suddenly, I was grabbed from behind by multiple pairs of hands. There were two sets holding my wings while two other pairs held my arms and with a hard kick to the back of my knee, I was on the ground. Metal gloves were placed over my hands to stop me from blasting anyone to ash. 

“I scoured the earth for the last four years looking for this sword and I cannot explain the euphoria I felt when I did. You had it hidden pretty well, Y/N.” 

“It’s not meant to be wielded by man!,” I snarled. 

Ivan closed the distance between us and knelt in front of me. The tip of the blade pressed deep into my skin causing blood to immediately pool from the new wound. I seethed with so much hatred but knew I couldn’t do anything. 

“Your filth of a species kept these weapons hidden not because man isn’t supposed to wield them but because it’s the only thing that can cut those precious wings from your back,” Ivan spat. 

My body thrashed around in the grasp when Ivan dragged the tip of the blade along the feathers of my left wing, digging it into the fresh wounds. I screamed out in pain, tears welling in the corners of my eyes, when Ivan cut out a section of feathers. 

I fell limp in his henchmen hands and there was a panicked voice in the com in my ear. 

“Y/N.” 

I shook my head frantically, knowing that I had eyes on me watching. I specifically told them to let me handle Ivan and they can only interfere if I was bleeding out, dead. 

“The joy I’m going to feel when I peel these abominations away from you,” Ivan motioned something to the men holding me. 

Suddenly, I was thrown onto the ground and I let out a soft sob, the freshly removed feathers causing my wings to throb with pain. 

My scalp burned as Ivan dug his fingers into my hair, yanking me up with force. His rancied breath fanned over my cheek as he whispered into my ear, his voice bringing up dark days and nights back in Hydra. 

“Tell your sister I said hello.” 

Darkness took over my vision and with all of my strength, I pushed my hands into his chest which caused him to stumble back over his feet. 

“Go fuck yourself, Ivan. I can’t wait to kill you myself,” I swore. 

“You’re outnumbered, sweetie.” His lips curled up in a disgusting smirk. 

I scoffed. “That’s what you think.”

An object flew past me, knocking Ivan to his back, and I quickly swiped it, throwing it to the four men behind me. They went down in a domino effect. 

Steve appeared through the trees, kicking the shield back into his grasp, and Bucky emerged behind him with his gun drawn. When he took sight of my broken state, he immediately dropped it and cupped my cheek. 

“Are you alright?” 

I weakly nodded. “This wound is going to be a bitch to heal.” 

My right wing wrapped around Bucky, letting him know that even if I was in so much pain, I would survive. 

Bucky made quick work of the metal gloves on my hands and when I heard Ivan stirring behind me, I held both men back before kneeling to Ivan’s height. 

The sword had fallen from his grasp so I reached for it and dug the tip of the blade into his neck; the same way he had done to me.

“The joy I’m going to feel when this blade cuts you deep is going to bring the sickest smile to my face,” I repeated his words from earlier. 

I could feel Bucky and Steve tense behind me with the mention of killing Ivan. 

“You’re an abomination; the devil! You really think the Avengers will keep you around? You don’t deserve to live among men!” Ivan yelled. 

The blade dug deeper into his throat. “I’ll be sure to visit you in hell.” 

His yells were silenced as the blade dragged across this throat, blood splattering on the blades of grass. I stared down at the man who had made my life a living hell for years lay motionless and the weight lifted from my heart, knowing that my sister's death had finally been avenged. 

“I don’t want a lecture about killing him,” I stated flatley when I stood in front of Steve and Bucky. 

Steve shrugged. “We all get our one exception.” 

“What are we going to do about them?” 

I nodded towards the group of men that had been knocked unconscious from the shield and Steve sighed. 

“I’ll take care of them. Buck, take her inside and clean her wounds,” Steve said. 

With his vibranium fingers, Bucky linked us together and slowly walked inside. 

I sat with my legs crossed on the floor of Bucky’s room while he stood  behind me, cleaning my wounds. There was a soft tune of music playing through the speaker which brought comfort to my bones. He worked with gentle fingers and I wondered how they would feel tracing soft shapes on my skin. 

Neither of us had spoken a word since we arrived in his room and my mind was swirling with things to say. Bucky looked breathtaking under the small light he had been using to show him the wounds and his eyes twinkled with his own amazement at my wings.

“I don’t think I could ever get used to seeing these,” he mused. 

“Well, I guess I’ll have to make sure you see a lot more of me,” I winked. 

A sly smirk pulled at Bucky’s lips as he finished cleaning the wound, my large wings taking up some space on his floor. 

“How long before it heals?”

He helped me to my feet and I stretched them wide, letting out a low groan of ecstasy, the pain almost nonexistent now. 

“I don’t have super soldier healing but I should be fine by tomorrow morning,” I said. 

With a roll back of shoulders, the wings had retreated into my back and I gave Bucky another large smile of thanks. 

“Thank you for tonight.” 

He shrugged, as if it was nothing. “I’m glad you’re okay.” 

But his gaze fell onto the weapon on the bed behind me and I let out a sigh. 

“What are you going to do with it?” He asked. 

It was my turn to shrug my shoulders. “As far as I know, it’s the only blade left that can cut off an angel's wings so I need to hide it far and deep.” 

Bucky sat on his bed, twirling the blade around in his hand. 

“Have you seen any one of your kind loose your wings?” 

I hesitated, breath catching in my throat. It was something I had only seen once in my entire lifetime, another one of my kind getting their wings ripped from them, but it traumatized me enough to never want to see them go through that pain again. 

All I could do was nod with my eyes screwed shut tightly, not wanting the memories to force themselves back into my mind. Bucky noticed how uncomfortable I was with the mere mention of it so he placed a hand on my knee, which caused me to gaze at him. 

Bucky offered me the blade and I took it with a smile. 

“Have you ever thought of giving up your wings?” He tiptoed around his question, unsure how I would react. 

I immediately shook my head. “I have lived a very long life but the thought of the pain I would endure if I lost my wings is too much to even fathom.” 

The way that his eyes clouded with wonder, I knew that he wanted to know more about that said life I lived but that wasn’t something I was ready to divulge into. 

Not yet anyway. 

I found myself becoming comfortable around Bucky with each passing moment we spent together. He was someone that had looked at me as one of The Avengers, a new member of this crazy family. Even with my dark history that he did know of, Bucky never strayed away. He kept close by, knowing that I needed someone to talk to.

Parts of our past tangled together in a web of control, deceit, and murder. We never had a choice in the actions we were forced to do. 

“I’ve been all over the world, many times over, and now that I’ve found a place to settle, I can’t hide my smile,” I admitted. 

Bucky laid back on his bed, hands sprawled over his stomach. I mimicked his actions. 

“I’m glad you decided to stay,” he also admitted. 

A warm blush crept to the tips of my cheek bones while my heart slammed in my chest. His eyes stared deep into mine and I drowned in the blueness of them, letting the waves bring me closer to him. Before I could second guess myself, I laid a soft kiss on his lips, Bucky quickly returning it. Our lips moved in sync for a few beats before I slowly pulled away. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time now,” I breathed. 

Bucky wrapped an arm around me, a large smile pulled at his lips, and brought me into his chest. I started playing with the dog tags that he wore proudly. 

“I’m always here if you want to do it again, doll.” Bucky brushed a kiss on my forehead. 

The thought of finally finding a place of solace did in fact bring a smile to my face however a certain super soldier with a vibranium arm made sure that it stayed. 

[pythonmoth]

cw: violence. heavy torture. stress incontinence (brief). hurt/no comfort.

simon riley x reader. soap x reader if you squint.

part one | part two | next

It's calm.

The sea breeze brushes against your cheeks, your skin warm under the sun, and your toes squirming in the sand. You've been begging your parents to take you to the beach for months since middle school started, and now you're here.

Family. Your cousins, your siblings, your aunties and uncles. Nothing can ruin it! It's perfect.

A bucket of sea water hits you from the back, making you gasp. In an instant, you're up. "You guys are dead!" you scream, laughing as you chase after them.

It's so, so nice.

Then, a weird smell makes you pause as you're chasing your favorite older cousin, knee deep in the ocean.

It brings you back to when you were a toddler, picking up one of your grandfather's old rags, forgotten in a corner. It'd seen too many raining days, all crumpled up. It was sour. Foul.

Almost like poison.

But why did you remember such thing right now?

Your cousin's dark eyes glint, but you can't focus. No, you can't move as she gently makes you lay down in the water, claiming it's a game, and sits on top of you, the sea water filling your lungs.

You scream and fight, your little strength leaving you, until you're finally breaking through the surface.

Another splash of salty water, much colder, wakes you up with a gasp.

"Up" Price's voice says.

You bite back a whimper of pain when Soap roughly grips your hair and drags you up along with the chair from the floor, since Price kicked you the night before. Soap doesn't look at you even once.

"Since you won't open your mouth, let's continue" the captain hums, looking mildly entertained.

"Price, I genuinely don't know anything. I'm not a traitor. You have to believe me, please—"

Smack.

"Save it. It all points to you, so you either speak now, or we start having fun".

Everything hurts, it's all fuzzy and every single inch of your body is burning, yet you still look up at Price, then at Soap. Again, he won't even look at you.

"Where's Simon?" you mumble, trembling. There's silence, but you don't let it stretch. "Please, I really have nothing to do with any of this. Be reasonable. There's nothing in it for me. Why would I sell us out?!"

The door springs open, and your head snaps up. Your world crumbles down as Simon comes in with a little box.

The tools.

At once, you reach another level of panic.

Pure, unadulterated dread.

"Stop! No. No, please. I'm innocent. Simon. Please, stop this!" you wail loudly, your hands clenching hard on the armrests of the chair, uselessly trying to keep them from getting to your fingers.

It doesn't matter how hard you cry out for them to listen. It doesn't matter how badly you fight, leaning forward to push your head against Simon's chest, pleading with him.

There's no coming back from this.

Please. I love you. Please.

When the first nail is ripped off from your fingertip, the intensity of your screams makes Price look away for the first time.

It takes three fingernails and a handful of questions you can't focus on for Soap to turn away from you.

Five.

Away.

Please.

Eight.

It all feels so far away.

Distantly, you feel warmth, right on the chair. For a happy moment you melt into it, too tired to think much of it. Simon's eye twitches at the sight, the white in his eyes bloodshot, and he has to physically stop himself from saying anything.

"I want to die" you croak out, your chin pressed to your chest.

Your heart is pounding in your ears, in your raw fingertips. Your voice doesn't feel yours anymore.

"No. Give me their names".

"I don't know, goddammit!" you scream, your face contorted with pain and anger. So much anger. "Fuck you! I don't know shit. I'm sick and tired of this. I didn't do anything!"

It doesn't matter when Simon rips off another fingernail.

Nine.

It doesn't matter when Soap presses the same disgusting rag against your face, the cold salty water filling your lungs again.

You don't fight.

What for? They want information you can't provide. And you're angry.

Ten.

"I'm breaking up with you" you say, your voice firm, despite the intense shaking in your body.

The pain must have cleared your mind because you just look straight forward, not meeting Ghost's eyes as you speak.

You don't want to look at him.

"I don't want your regret" you continue, your heart slowing down. There's an old bloody spot on the door. You focus on it. "The three of you are dead to me when this is all over".

"Enough chatting. Go on!" Price snaps. You don't hear the trembling in his voice.

The salty water just keeps on coming.

Maybe you hear it. You don't care.

You're not sure for long it goes. Half of your toes are throbbing by the time Price storms out of the room, Soap and Ghost gathering their things to leave.

There are deep cuts in the arch of your feet, several of your toenails scattered on the floor, and the foul smell of urine and blood. Your throat is sore and raw from screaming, and sobbing.

You must've passed out, because you wake up to Ghost's hands untying you quickly, words of apology leaving his lips, curses and promises. You can hear Soap rushing in, the two of them arguing and then running.

Gasps and curses are heard all around the base as Ghost takes you to the medics, demanding them to tend to you now.

It's an order.

[amethystfairy1]

I wanted to let you know that TTSBC and TT combined is longer than The Bible on Ao3

Y'see...yeah...

It's. It's wild, huh?

This is all just a long con to get people to ship my rarepairs 😅 I draw you in with Desert Duo and Buttercup Trio and Treebark and then go

FLOWER HUSBANDS DOCTHO ZEDANGO

And everyone just kinda goes along with it, and some people even get dragged kicking and screaming into shipping them with me. So if that required me to write more words than the Bible I suppose that's my price to pay, and it's well worth it.

Have I mentioned Doctho.

Have I.

Have I mentioned.

Doctho.

Just. Just putting that out there. For consideration.

Doctho.

Neither of these series are even over yet 😭

Traveling Thieves is...maaaaaybe 65-70% of the way there, depends on how far I decide to take some of the storylines, and TTSBC is almost to the finale.

Of the first arc. Finale of the first arc. First of three planned arcs.

We're gonna be here awhile, so I hope you'll stick around. 😵‍💫

Thank you very much! 💜

[phighting-x-you]

Ok obsessed skate board x reader with his gang serving as wingmen.

Play ground’s dangerous n stuff and he’s always worried abt reader, but you look so happy being free and he can’t possibly take that away! But his gang notices how down he is and so they straight up kidnap you for him one day.

Coil, Slingshot and Boombox would FAIL at being wingmen but this idea actually cooks so...

Obsessed! Skateboard x reader ❤🛹

Skateboard would admire you from afar, but his gang just insisted on him making a move. What's the point in gushing over somebody without even trying?

He worries about you so much, Playground is a dangerous faction, especially with their rivalry between Blackrock. So, he asks his friends to talk to you regularly, just to make sure you were okay.

However, Skateboard's gang had their own idea. While they talked to you, they'd drop hints about Skateboard and how you should be with him.

Almost every day, one of Skateboard's friends would approach you and strike up a conversation. They were very friendly and easy to talk to, however, they weren't too subtle about their hinting.

"Playground's a pretty dangerous place, ain't it? If only you had someone strong and fast to protect you."

"Look at those red roses! Aren't they pretty? I think I know someone who's a cooler shade of red!"

"It must be lonely walking around Playground, huh? Luckily, I know someone who would love to explore this area with you!"

Skateboard, although appreciative of these attempts, scolds his friends for this. What if you think he got his friends to drop those hints? Would you be weirded out by him? If so, he'd never have a chance with you!

Regardless, he'd love if you picked up on those hints. If only you came up to him and told him how awesome he was. But that day would never come.

His friends notice his drop in energy, so, like they good friends they are, they decided to cheer their friend up!

"LET ME GO! HELP ME, SOMEBODY!" You screamed, thrashing and kicking in Boombox's grasp. It was late at night and you had been walking home until three Phighters had ambushed you.

"Stop screaming!" Boombox demanded, clapping his hand over your mouth, muffling your pleas for freedom. Try as you might, you couldn't free yourself from the DJ, he was too strong.

"Bring 'em here." Coil said, pulling out some rope he had brought in preparation. Boombox dragged you closer to Coil so he could tie you up.

"There, there...you're gonna make someone real happy, you know that?" He says to you, pinching your cheek after binding your wrists together. Boombox removed his hand from your mouth, and before you could scream, Coil shoved a rag into your mouth, gagging you.

"Nighty-night Y/N! We aren't gonna hurt you, we promise! You just need to be asleep for a while!" Slingshot coos from behind, winding up a baseball bat.

A blunt, hard force made contact with your head, knocking you unconscious.

Skateboard was bewildered to see his friends at his door at midnight, especially with you slung over Boombox's shoulder!

After gently setting you down on the sofa, Skateboard's friends left. Skateboard was a mixture of emotions. He felt excited, scared and satisfied.

"H-Hello, Y/N..!" He murmers, gently cupping your face as you slowly woke up. He pulled the gag out of your mouth and untied you, not wanting you to be terrified of him.

"I-I'm sorry about my friends, I was just too..uh, scared to talk to you, and my friends took matters into their own hands. The truth is, I-I really like you, alot!" Skateboard held you close during his confession, pressing a small, light kiss against your temple.

"P-Playground is really dangerous, and I want you to be safe with me! Is that okay?"

Skateboard untied you eventually, but it was pointless trying to escape because he fell asleep ontop of you after a while.

He fell asleep happily, knowing he had you beside him. Holding you tightly, he looked like a child sleeping with their teddy.

In the morning, Skateboard's friends looked at you two through the window, smiling when they saw the joy in Skateboard's eyes when he talked to you. Their friend was feeling better, and that was all that mattered. You'd be safe with him from now on!

[lotus-pear]

i love you royal trio (minus akechi)

[edwinisms]

it’s actually so wild to me that this fairly quirky YA type show gave both of its main characters deaths that can, in one way or another, solidly be considered hate crimes. they were both flat out murdered as a result of being A) gay and effeminate or B) brown (south asian, specifically) and you could argue whether or not those kids thought of it that way in the moment or whatever but the bottom line is that they would not have been in the situations that killed them if they weren’t of their respective minorities. like legitimately that is a ballsy choice for this kind of netflix show, let alone for the two Main Characters, and i respect it big time