#ignore the hands plz🙏

[abblegum]

Having a bit of a fem ssmy obsession rn

[vinestaff]

me and that fucking subspace that i hate

raw version without the pixelated jazzy filters and stuff :3

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Under the mistletoe at a Daily Planet party for Clark Kent. No lois lane slander plz, I love her!

A/n: I could never 😩. She was my favorite back in the animated series and I love her in the comics. Fuck anyone that writes negative shit about her and just bashes her character.

If you want a different clark please let me know 🙏.

It was the annual Christmas party at the Daily Planet and once again Clark found himself in the corner of the room with his gaze fixated on you. Your laugh ringing in his ears for something that Lois had said.

Lois the ever observant one turned to find Clark's gaze on you a smirk forming on her lips. Jumping, Clark quickly turned away finding the drink he was holding much more interesting.

"So Smallville when you gonna take the plunge and finally ask out our favorite photographer?"

"Lois!" Clark quickly adjusted the glasses on his face, his cheeks flushed a deep red. "I don't know what you're talking about." He muttered.

Rolling her eyes, Lois placed on hand on her hip as she pursed her lips. "I'm not blind Kent! I'm pretty sure everyone can see your feelings for them in space..."

"I don-."

An exasperated sigh escaped as she stepped behind the man giving him a hard shove. "God it's like pushing a brick house." She muttered. "They are under a Mistletoe..now that's your excuse now go!"

"You're very pushy!"

"I call it being innovated! Now go!"

Stumbling forward, Clark took a few steps then narrowed his eyes spotting another work step towards you. Making a B-line to you, Clark slipped in between you and his co-workers name he happened to forget.

"H-hey."

Beaming, you gave Clark a bright smile as you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Hey Clark, you enjoying the party?"

"Y-ya I." Glancing up at the Mistletoe he then looked to you.

Lois's voice, her whisper somewhere in the office urging him to do something. "Kiss them." She hissed ignoring the looks she was getting.

Adjusting his tie, Clark cleared out his throat giving you a nervous grin. "So uh...I happened to notice we are standing under the Mistletoe and I...would you mind...I mean you don't have to but can I kiss you?"

Blinking, your gaze flicked up to the red and green plant that hung above you both. Gaze softening, you smiled then stood up standing on your toes as your breath fanned across his lips. "I'd like that Clark."

Returning your smile, Clark let his arm wrap around your hips drawing you in close. "Good." Bending down his lips grazed yours in a soft and gentle kiss.

Holding her head high, Lois crossed her arms over her chest. "I made that happen."

[imrllytootiredforthis]

More on sub bully yandere pretty plz 🥺🙏

i'm gonna do gyu again just bc sub bully=beomgyu (kinda a part two to this)

afterwards he just gets meaner and meaner. for a multitude of reasons-

one being that you humiliated him in front of the entire school, and now he needs to get back at you,

and the other being that he's head over fucking heels in love with you now and has zero idea how to talk to a crush other than bullying them

so he continues to fight with you. threaten you, insult you, release compromising photos of you taken by his own hand (which he also uses on lonely pent up nights)

he's an asshole. who doesn't know when to quit.

you don't exactly make it easy for him though.

every time he's harassing you, you're there with a blank face, arms crossed. giving nothing away, and taking every ounce of satisfaction away from him. knowing entirely that if his group of friends weren't standing there backing him up you could do whatever you wanted to him-and he'd let you.

but you don't.

because unlike him, you pride yourself of being a decent human being.

that somehow just makes him angrier though. makes him try harder to piss you off.

spilling your food all over your clothing, laughing as he lets out an "oops, sorry, i didn't mean to." all while cackling with his friends.

egging your car and writing on it with spray paint, causing damage he knows you don't have the money to fix.

he wants you to be angry. he wants you to be so pissed at him, at everything he's done to you that you just can't hold it in anymore. he wants you to finally snap and grab him by the neck. kiss him until he's breathless and dumb (his very first kiss) and then fuck him to oblivion and back (his very first fuck).

beomgyu wants you to put him in his place, unlike so many other people in his life that don't care as he walks all over them.

and it only takes a single thing for you to snap.

him loudly talking to you in the middle of class, taunting the fact that you somehow got a lower mark than him. leaning across the isle to get up into your face, smirking his dumb smirk.

you simply ignore him, preferring not to add to the scene until the teacher zeroes in on the two of you, looking unimpressed as she sends the both of you to detention.

--

"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! what the hell is wrong with you?"

nothing. he only smiles back sweetly.

"i have shit that i need to do, places i have to be! records that i need to keep! i don't need to spend my time in detention with your sorry ass!"

nothing.

"you're so annoying, you hear me?"

infuriating fucking prick. absolutely nothing.

"a fucking brat who doesn't know how to man up and be a normal person. instead you're acting like a pussy, too scared to ask me out hmm? a pathetic loser virgin."

something.

his cheeks are flushed red, his face so close your noses are practically touching, his hands gripping onto the desk.

"yeah, is that what you are? a brat and a pathetic loser virgin?"

your hands on either side of his shoulders against the chair, trapping him in place. he's painfully hard in the confines of his pants.

the room around is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. the teacher had left awhile ago, not that she was supposed to, she just did and told you guys to behave.

the detention class was completely silent now. just the sound of your heavy breathing, his shallow pants and his heart beating so fast it seems as if it's about to leap out of his chest.

"say it."

his mouth feels dry, his body feels hot.

"say that you're a pathetic loser virgin and then maybe i'll take care of that for you, okay?"

his eyebrows knot together as you press a hand against him, biting his lip to hold back a moan. "i-..."

you nod, prompting him to continue.

"i'm a...pathetic virgin loser!" his eyes squeeze shut as he breathes it out, whining lowly under his breath. "i'm sorry! all i wanted was your attention!"

when he opens his eyes again, you're smiling.

"okay then. you have my attention now." you sit back against your own chair again. "come here."

he begins to stand up. "on your knees, beomgyu." face burning in shame, dick throbbing with humiliation, he shuffles towards you on his hands and knees until he sits between your legs.

"good boy." he shivers. "now, if you wanna take care of that, you're going to have to get off on my leg."

he looks at you as if you've grown a second head, as if you're crazy. he searches your face for any sign that you might be joking. "go on you mutt."

[yuri-is-online]

idk if ur into more soft + toxic jadeyuu but if u aren't just ignore this plz 🙏😭 and sorry in advance this got out of hand (cw: jade purposely poisoning yuu, mentions of jade purposefully playing with yuu's feelings)

anyway, ur 'jade poisoning yuu' idea gave me thoouuuughhts and ive just been imaging jade who only ever saw yuu as like a pawn at first cuz he wanted someone to play with for a while-- and jade being jade constantly makes mushroom dishes but imagine his surprise when they actually accept his meal and eat it happily.

people usually find his mushroom obsession annoying and offputting so he's suprised but OBVIOUSLY his first thought to this yuu eating his dishes is 'now i finally have someone to test all these poisonous mushrooms on!! ^^' but his heart skips a beat when he thinks of them. jade merely brushes it off as his excitement of shrooms

so the next time he makes a mushroom dish for yuu, the mushroom is poisonous and they suffer the effects of it. he's not even trying to hide what he did and he's actually more curious to see how they'd react.

but they accept his invitation to eat dinner again for some reason??? and his heart does another weird fluttery thing when they say yes but jade takes the opportunity anyway and poisons yuu again

this continues for a while and anyone would think that jade would've gotten bored of them by now, but he's... hanging out with them even more? and taking them on even more dates that don't include mushrooms, poisonous or not?

and honestly, even jade himself is surprised because there isn't a coherent reason to why he's doing these things with them. sometimes (before all this happened) he'd hold their hand and give a kiss or 2 just to see their disappointment when he didn't act lovey-dovey the very next day>> but he's been doing these romantic actions every day as their "poison mushroom dates" increased.

he still smiles when he kisses yuu but it's a different kind of smile. his heart is fluttering more and more often, his cheeks are turning pink when they hold his hand and he's feeling all kinds of things he's never felt before.

he lays in his bed one night thinking about yuu and he realizes he's fallen in love. he never expected this to happen but he smiles and giggles and tells his mushrooms all about his newfound revelation.

now whenever mushroom dates happen (which are sometimes still poisonous ofc), he feeds them to yuu with his own hand.

You must be dreadfully lonely. That's the only reason Jade can think of for why you let him do this. Perhaps you truly think yourself to be alien, that the fleeting touches he grazes you with are all you deserve. Not that he will tell you otherwise, he's far too interested in finding out where your line lies.

But he finds his instead.

If I ever say no to more soft + toxic jadeyuu assume that is not me. they/them used for yuu, same CW from above, i don't think this is borderline anymore it's full yandere

It was supposed to be another test of your limits, a slight apology for paying some attention to a visiting student he'd previously only shown to you. Just one kiss to the back of their hand to seal a completely unnecessary deal, and you had refused to seek him out for a whole week. He was proud of you, truly he was, but not remorseful in his addition to this particular dish. Jade watches you roll the pasta around in your mouth and wince as you try to speak. The numbness spreads from your tongue to the back of your throat and you make no noise-

But eat the rest of the plate, not even rolling your eyes once. You cannot speak, but you still smile when he asks if the food his good. And for some reason now his words were stuck.

"You're a good cook, we should do this again sometime." You hoarsely say as he nods quickly, staring down at your cleaned plate. A wicked, giddy smile overwhelms him, he has a dedicated test subject now; oh how delightful you have proved to be, not at all as boring as he had first thought. ~~~~ The second attempt he has you make together and he wonders what it is laced more with, toxins or his joy at your strange willingness to let him drag you around. Up the mountains you had gone together to fetch a pail of mushrooms, and when you fell down after consuming the crown he found himself jumping after, your now flimsy body cradled in his arms.

"Oh dear, I think I added a bit too much." He has to look the very image of a devil, and though you don't really have the ability to escape anyway he still finds himself holding you quite close to his chest. "Do give me chance to make it up to you? This Saturday perhaps?"

"There's an unbirthday party that afternoon." You sound almost as disappointed as he feels angered. "Perhaps we could do Friday?"

Oh of course you could, he does hope you have your apologies prepared for Riddle; if you intend to return after this then you cannot be upset when you are much too sick to attend. Or perhaps he should try to control the dose and accompany you? The thought of you among the roses in a stylish outfit is doing odd things to his chest. ~~~~ "I don't know what it is you want but please stop." Azul is the only one who would ever be brave enough to scold him like this. "I never liked watching you tease the prefect, but since they were willing to work at a lesser rate I endured it but this is just painful."

"Oya, I take offense to that." Jade "sniffles" because truly he does not know what to do. Who would have thought a simple request for some time off would- well never mind of course it would spark a debate. But he hadn't listed the prefect at all in his note, just that his club would be going camping over the weekend and he was intending to be unavailable. Just because he has been addicted to your presence as of late does not mean anything. Sure, he has not poisoned you in a while (you almost seem disappointed, what a truly tempting little-) "I assure you everything I have done is with the prefect's consent." Has he truly been spending so much time with you that it is obvious you will be tagging along? And why does the idle thought that this could invite danger cause such a painful feeling- fear could it be fear that he is feeling? Over you?

Azul massages his temples as he lets out a truly painful sigh. "That's sort of the problem, have you even thought about what that means?" Jade increases the volume of his sobs. "Of course you haven't look, I will approve your request but please for the love of the sea do not do anything actionable?"

"I have no idea what you could possibly be implying." His cries magically dissipating as he happily goes to his room to look through his closet and prepare. ~~~~ Jade dreams of Yuu that night. He dreams of the plush of your lips and thighs, of the comforting grip of your hand as he walks down the hallway or along a trail, his mind is tortured with images of what he pictures your sleeping face to be like.

He awakes with the realization that he will soon know. Azul was right he had not thought about what any of this meant, of his actions, of yours. And if he must own the truth he still does not know what yours mean, and that scares him even if he laughs loud enough for Floyd to throw a pillow at his head.

"I love them." He whispers to the terrariums on his wall. "I love them." He vows to the mushrooms in his garden and the moon somewhere up in the sky over the seas. How unpredictable, how beautiful, how very much like him to not tell you why he insists on feeding you himself on your trip, or rests your head in his lap the next time you sleep off the poison. There is a process to these things, he thinks anyway, and Jade has been impolite enough to skip several steps. Perhaps, he idly thinks as he traces the size of your finger, you will let him skip several more? After all, there is so very much you deserve, and he is surprisingly willing to give.

[the-fiction-witch]

Just Breathe With Me

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sweet as Sugar!

Requested Can you please do a Jack Dawkins x reader who has a panic attack? ( comfort/fluff no smut ) wait omg plz do 🙏 only if you're comfortable of course

Warnings: Panic Attack In great detail! Please be careful!

I opened my eyes and was forced into this world, for a few brief seconds I enjoyed my peace until the chaos ensued. 

Olivia cried in her crib, her little body in her baby clothes stood up in her crib, her hands on the top of the bars as she shook them, her face red and her eyes squeezed tight with tears streaming down her face. 

Luna screamed on her bed, wearing her little white nightie, she jumped up and down on her bed screaming at Martin, as he tried to take her teddy. 

Martin shouted as he was took all the various teddies and toys to steal for himself, half-dressed but nothing more than his socks and trousers.

Lucas hits his stick on various things in the house, not dressed at all so he runs around naked, each hit makes a loud bang. 

He even knocks off a vase causing it to smash and sending broken pieces all over the floor. 

I forced myself up out of bed, my body exhausted but I had little choice but to get up and function. I quickly cleaned up the broken vase and just got on. 

I briefly became an octopus or I wish I had,  as I managed to cook breakfast, get each of my siblings washed, dressed, hair brushed and presentable, get myself dressed, changed Olivia, quelled four arguments and made the beds Before we even hit the top of the hour. I felt faint but Ignored it and pushed on. 

And right on time once every job was done, my mother trudged down the staircase from her bedroom upstairs in her nightie, her hair matted and messy, her whole body stank of whiskey, she sat herself in the chair and snapped her fingers.

The snap caused my heart to jump from my chest to my throat, beating rapidly, I hated myself but I handed over her spirit bottle. 

She immediately took an intense swig of it, and the first words out of her mouth were harsh and bitter,

"Where's my vase?"

"Lucas broke it this morning," I told her,

"Find a replacement today."

"Yes Mother," I nodded, 

"And we are out of food."

"Yes, Mother I will get food at the market."

"and I need more drink."

"Yes, Mother I will get some,"

"They'll be late for the schoolhouse."

"I know, I'm just taking them." I nodded, "Come everyone school time." I told them to sort them all out with their books and what little lunch I could give them and got them all out the door on time, 

"You won't see me later, I'm going out."

"Yes Mother," I sighed "Perhaps not too late-"

"Dont. Say a word." She demanded, 

I nodded and just got going into town. 

Of course, the town was bustling with the commotion of carriages, horses, carts and people all going about their business. I did my best with Olivia on my hip to make sure everyone else behaved and avoided getting hurt, having to juggle the three of them to the schoolhouse. a twisting in my stomach but I didn't have time to dwell on it, 

As soon as they were in the school house I had to scamper my way across town to drop Olivia off at her nursery, then before I had much time I had to get myself to my work in the local tailor pushing open the door and heading in grabbing my apron as I went catching my short breath. 

"You're late again!" He snapped,

"Sorry Mr Ashworth, I had to drop my siblings off," I said quickly sitting at my old rickety sewing machine almost fifteen years old this machine but still I had to use it every day to do hems and repairs, the pile as tall as me beside my table, having to go slow but not too slow or I'll never get finished, fast but not to fast as to damage the fabric, or catch my fingers, or break a needle, every time I had to rethread the machine with a new colour or type of thread for a different fabric or use I held my breath for a few seconds it took to change but every second counts and I can't afford delays. The longer the day went on I began to lose feeling in my fingertips, with tingling of pins and needles in my fingers and toes, but I pushed through even if it did mean I cut myself more often as without feeling I got dangerously close to my scissors and needles.

As soon as work was over I had to rush across town and pick up my siblings from the school house, I tried to keep them all in line as we headed to the market, and I got all the things we would need for the next few days while also batting at their hands to try and get them to settle and not steal things even if some things had to be paid for because someone ran off with them, all the while I kept feeling these flashes or heat, or chill but I don't have time to dwell on temperature.

Once I got all the food I took them home and left them to play dropping the groceries off too before I returned back to town to go looking for a replacement for my mother's vase, it was slim pickings but I managed to get one and haggle down the price to what little I had left for this month. I knew by now my legs were trembling, and my body felt like giving in but all I needed now was to pick Olivia up, go home, make dinner, do a round of baths and get everyone to bed. Ready to do all of it again tomorrow. 

When a young boy ran past knocking into me sending me tumbling down to the ground the vase hitting the ground and smashing into a million little pieces.

"No... no... no no no no" I muttered trying to put it back together. 

And the moment it smashed, I completely broke open. 

Tears streamed down my face, as I cried hysterically, my breath short and shaky, my throat choking and tight with every breath, my mouth dry and sickly, my heart raced jumping in and out my chest, my fingers and toes numb, my head dizzy almost to faint, my every limb shook and sweated, my stomach churned and turned like a hurricane, I couldn't even think, or even begin to know where to start to fix myself. 

"Oh my goodness, are you alright?" A voice asked but I couldn't pick up much about it I just was lost almost distant from my body as it went through this agony, "Come on, with me." He said helping me to my feet and leading me to a rear alley out of sight of others, he helped me to lean against the wall and began to speak to me his voice soothing, and with his every word I began to slowly feel like I was swimming like I was at sea, my body a boat and slowly I was swimming back to it. "Okay, it's okay, Just breathe. Just Breathe with me... Breath in." He asked and I did my best even if I felt so short and so breathless, "And out." He asked so I did as he asked between my tears, "Okay, Just follow me just breathe with me, In... and out." He reassured He walked me through each breath he would make me inhale for five whole seconds, hold it for five more and then release for five seconds, he walked me through this for a good while until my breathlessness began to disappear, and between my tearful eyes my vision cleared and I saw him. 

He was a young man,  I wouldn't say much older than me, in brown trousers, a white shirt, a blue waistcoat, a green tie, a slightly purple jacket, and a hat, he had deep chocolate eyes and seemed to genuinely want to help me. 

"There we go, That a little better?" he asked and I nodded even if I still couldn't stop, "Alright, I want you to do some things for me, alright? Can you do that for me?" he asked and I nodded, "Alright, I want you to tell me three things you can hear, doesn't matter what just focus on the sounds and repeat them back to me."

For a moment I couldn't hear anything my ears ringing and burning but I knew one thing I could hear and I forced it out "You're voice."

"My voice,  That's perfect," He smiled, "You think you can do another one for me?"

I tried to listen to pour all my attention into my ears and I could hear "The Market Stalls,"

"You can hear the market? That's perfect, one more for me? One more thing?"

I listened closely trying hard to hear anything else "horseshoes,"

"Horseshoes, Excellent, what do you think they're from?"

"A carriage maybe?"

"Yeah I think so too," he chuckled, "You able to tell me your name?"

"Y/n."

"Y/n, That's a very lovely name." He smiled, "I'm Jack. You feel a little better?" he asked and I nodded "Good, That's very good. Just slow down, keep breathing for me, just stay here and stay still  a moment."

"I can't I need to-"

"The only thing you need to do right now is to get better. Trust me I'm a doctor. You're strung out to the limit and in the middle of a panic attack. Whatever it is I'm sure it can wait a moment." he said, "Y/n I want you to tell me three things you can see, doesn't matter what any three things."

I was nervous and still struggling but slowly my symptoms began to slow and I noticed just how fuzzy my voice was from the tears and how tunnelled my vision was, "Uhhh I uhh I see you..."

"Good, that's good you see me," he said, "Anything else?"

"The uhhh the sky."

"You see the sky, that's perfect, it's a very nice afternoon. One more I know you can do it."

"The wall, for the bakery."

"That's perfect, the bakery wall. Can you imagine all the lovely cakes, and pasties, and fresh loaves in there?"

"I uhh I can." I nodded,

"Excellent, One more little thing y/n, I want you to tell me three things you feel okay?"

as he said it I noticed just how little I really noticed but with each thing I listed to him I became more aware and more into this world again, 

"I, I feel the wall."

"How does it feel?"

"Cold, uhh stoney I suppose."

"Stoney?" he laughed, "what else?"

I slightly moved my feet feeling the dusty dirt around my boots slightly move to the side like sand as I did so, "I feel the dirt, as it pushes away."

"How does it feel against your boots?" 

"Rough and small" 

"That's good, one more for me, just one more."

As he asked it I felt almost normal, and I noticed "Your hand." I said, His hand graced mine his fingers on my wrist checking my pulse, the other on my neck but not harshly not as if attempting to harm me or threaten my throat but merely rested there as if he was monitoring my every gasp, 

"How do my hands feel?"

"Uhh Warm,"

"Good." 

"They feel rough," I blushed a little trying not to giggle while also trying to you know not insult the man who helped me, 

He chuckled, "Yeah, Surgeon. Sorry about that." He chuckled,

"Does that mean they are dirty?"

"I mean... yeah probably, I'm sorry for that too." 

"It's okay. I uhh Thank you." 

"You're welcome," He smiled, "I saw you were struggling I thought you were having a heart attack and first but no, a panic attack, Do you get these a lot?"

"unfortunately yes." 

"Alright, well. The best thing I can say is to try to manage your stress so it doesn't overflow, maybe slow down a little but those three sights, sounds, and feelings are really good it help calm and ground so use it when you can alright?"

"I uhh I will do my best." 

"I assume you have a stressful life?"

"Understatement." 

"If I let you go right now are you going to go straight back to the level of stress you were at?"

"I uhh... I am late from picking my sister up, and I need to get a new vase for my mother, and I need to get home and do dinner and get everyone to"

"Okay. Okay." he said stopping me, "I'm getting bloody anxious just listening to that," 

"Sorry-"

"It's alright, I was heading home anyway I can come give you a hand if you like?"

"No no, I couldn't-"

"It's no trouble, you need to relax a little if I can take something off your plate anything it'll help. In fact as your doctor at this moment I insist." 

"Well okay, my mother insists I come home with a new vase."

"Okay, I can find a vase. anything particular?"

"No, just a vase."

"Okay." He nods,

"I uhh but I don't have any money left."

"You let me worry about that, it's on me." He smiled, "I'll meet you back here when I'm done." he smiled heading off back to the market, 

I blushed but smiled and headed on my way picking up Olivia luckily she was asleep by now, and I returned to the alley where Jack already waited with a vase in hand. 

"Did I do good?"

"It's beautiful. How'd you-"

"It's best not to ask questions." he winked, "Aww who's this little lady?"

"This is Olivia." I smiled letting him see her but not wake her,

"Aww, she's beautiful, your daughter?"

"Sister, well half-sister really... though I don't honestly know." I answered, "But thank you so much, I really need to get home now,"

"Alright, I'll walk with you, so long as you don't mind,"

"Ohh no of course not, thank you."

"It's alright no trouble, here you take this, and I'll take this little lady." He smiled handing me the vase and taking Olivia letting her sleep on his shoulder as we walked, by the time we got home I felt a rush of anxiety as the house was a tip and my siblings losing their minds from being home alone so long, 

"Oh no no no."

"It's okay, don't worry. You take her and get her to bed. I'll take this lot and sit with them in the garden we can have a play around and get some energy out"

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, it's no problem," he said,

"Alright, Okay everyone outside with Mr- uhh"

"Dr, Dawkins."

"Everyone out to the gardens with Dr Dawkins," I told them and of course, a chance to play outside was not passed up, he went out with them and I began work I put Olivia down to sleep in her cot and cleaned the house as best and putting the new vase on the shelf. Once done I sighed in relief and went out keeping the door open as I saw Jack helping my siblings, playing with them, playing a game of knights. Luna is a princess, Martian is a dragon and Lucas is a knight with Jack narrating them and helping them play. 

I smiled and took a seat on the bench outside the front door taking a rare moment to... be at peace, 

"You feel a bit better now?" He asked sitting beside me, 

"Yes, thank you, Jack."

"you're very welcome. they're great, a lot of energy."

"Yeah well the get cooped up a lot." 

"You know talking does wonders for anxiety." He smiled, "I'm not that sort of doctor but I'm happy to listen anyway?"

"I don't want to burden you, you've done enough."

"It's not a burden I want to help, and I admit I'm curious about you." 

I chuckled a little, "Well, we live here all of us."

"All five of you?"

"Six my mother too."

"Ahh, your father?"

"Never met him."

"You said Olivia might be your half-sister, where's her father?"

"They all are my half-siblings, as far as I know. None of us have the same father, as far as I am aware. None of them have ever met them."

"I see. You're mother she a -"

"She was,"

"That explains that then."

"It does, yeah."

"Then... why are you looking after them?"

"Mother... likes to drink."

"Ohh."

"yeah."

"I see. So she just goes out and drinks all day? leaves you alone with them?"

"Pretty much, sometimes she's here just... hungover as all hell."

"So you do... everything I guess?"

"cook. clean. baths. bed. back and forth to school."

"I'm surprised you didn't crack sooner..."

"Well, sink or swim I guess."

"I suppose so, still school gives you some break time I guess."

"I wish, got to go to work while they're at school, and Olivia isn't old enough yet."

"Hold up- You work?"

"Yes."

"You have a job! on top of basically full-time caring for four kids?"

"Yes."

"what do you do?"

"Tailor's assistant in town, I run the old machine in the back doing alterations."

"Ohh my god- that's a tough busy job. You work quickly in there."

"We do, two days or less for your garment to impress he really likes that motto." 

"I know, I got this repaired in like a day last time I got a rip in it," he said looking at his shirt,

"Yeah I think I remember it," I laughed looking at the familiar shirt, "Yeah, I was going fast the seam is crooked," I laughed 

"Ohh? I never looked that closely at it." He laughed, "How many hours do you work?"

"Eight hours a day seven days a week." 

"Holy- no wonder you're running yourself ragged. I'm a doctor and I don't work that much!"

"Well, I'm the only income coming in, got six mouths to feed."

"You are amazing, you know that?"

"I am."

"You are. That is insane, and the fact you do it with such grace. It's astonishing."

"Thank you," I blushed. 

"If I may be so bold, If you need an extra pair of hands, and you do. I'm more than happy to come help."

"I couldn't ask you to do that,"

"You're not asking me, I'm asking you. You're only going to get worse unless you lighten your load, and all although panic attacks are best just ridden out... they can cause serious damage." He explained, "I want to help, even if its just little things. I can take one job off you a day, or take them for an hour and go play in the garden just, something to lighten your load a little."

"You'd really do that?"

"I would,"

"Why?"

"Becuase you need help, and as a doctor, I can't stop myself from helping those who need it. and right now... you need it more than anyone."

"Thank you Jack," I smiled leaning my head on his shoulder,

"You're welcome Y/n" He smiled, kissing my head. "Now, how about you look after them I'll get dinner on?"

"It's a deal."

"Good girl, What uhh... what am I cooking?"

"Soup,"

"Soup?"

"Yeah,"

"What kind of soup?"

"Leek soup." 

"Just leek soup? you have any bread for it?"

"No."

"Okay, new plan you wait here and look after them I will get dinner as my treat."

"I can't ask you to-"

"No. No. I'm doing it. at very least getting bread if nothing else,"

"Alright."

"Good, I'll see you as soon as I can." he smiled kissing my cheek before he took his stuff and headed back toward town. 

[mcr0wave]

once more to see you

haha hey plz ignore kyo's hair situation and the janky hands 🙏🙏🙏

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Hello how ya goin.

I would like more of the regulars plz 🙏 🥺

It was surprisingly easy to show up at the Bodega when you did. As himself or as Redhood.

Any time between 1am and 2am. You'd be there. And if it was slow, it was worth hanging out until he watched you lope up the sidewalk, puffing on a vape and pointedly minding your own business.

And when the door swung shut behind you, it was just a matter of not looking too bloody or windblown when he followed after you.

"Romi you got any donuts left?" you ask, leaning on the counter.

"For you? Always," she said, "Whatcha want?"

"A maple bar if you got it. Plain glazed it you don't." you answer, putting a pop on the counter.

"Classics," Jason said, nodding his approval, "How do you feel about cream filled?"

"Hate crime," you sigh, "The fucking worst. Shit shouldn't squish out at my face when I bite down."

"Now is that for everything or-"

And when you stifle a smirk with difficulty, ignoring the question when Romi scowled taking your money, handing you the pastry bag, he feels a little thrill. You had a dirty mind, he was willing to bet.

You give Romi a wave and slip out the door into the night, leaving Jason to face a scowling Romi. "Behave," she scolded. "I'm an old lady-"

"Romi, you're 41," Jason said, giving her his most charming smile. "Peak cougar territory-"

"Baby," she snorted, "I wouldn't trust a kid your age to watch my purse-"

"Romi," he teased, "You don't get a boy toy to watch your purse."

"You're a mess."

"Just saying, I got friends if you ever want a cub-"

"In this economy?"

And with a laugh and a wave, Jason followed you out into the night, wondering how you already disappeared.

[cottoncandy-cult]

So when Russia uses white phosphorus on Ukraine it's a war crime and it's awful, but when Israel uses it on Palestine and hide behind a book most of them can't even read it's ok? The hypocrisy in it is suffocating, Israel has been launching an active genocide against Palestine for years and have hid behind their silly little cross just like every other ignorant fascist asshat that came before, and now that Palestine has had enough of living in a hellscape they're wrong for not wanting to deal with the abuse? That's beyond ignorant. If you're sitting there kicking a dog over and over, and that dog turns around to rip a chunk out of your leg that isn't unjustified aggression. That's you being a petulant sack of a shit and getting to shake hands with consequence, you deserve every ounce of that pain go eat a cookie and cry about it to someone who gives a shit cause I couldn't careless about a Bully's feelings.

[kaeyazuha]

Diluc for prompt “Don’t hurt me!” with angst to comfort plz.🥺🙏💦

; aaaand I got carried away again- hope you don't mind that it's longer than intended!

; 9/13/22

; cw: unintentional toxic behavior (diluc), argument, flinching and fear response (y/n)

; angst to fluff

You'd never seen him like this. Sure, Diluc was known for his deadpan and irritated expression, but never have you seen him this angry. Despite the seemingly neutral face he wore, you could see the way his jaw clenched and ruby eyes glowed a blood-red, the way his knuckles whitened from clenching so tight and the slight twitch to his left eye. At this point, neither of you knew how this started, but you didn't know how it'd end either. And frankly, the mere thought scared you.

"Di-" You stammered, quickly plastering a smile onto your trembling lips while unknowingly starting to back up, the way he slowly walked towards you felt like a horror movie, each footstep feeling like a punch to the gut. "Diluc, wait-"

He scoffed, glaring at you- no, through you. It was as if he couldn't even see you. "Do you know how tiring my life is? Truly, do you have even the faintest idea?"

"Please wai-"

"No, you don't. So what gives you the right to dictate my life?" He stepped closer, and you were panicking now. Your heart hammered within the confines of your chest, oh gods he was furious, your lip felt raw from the biting and trembling, you backed up to the wall and trembled at the realization of nowhere to run.

"I was just tryi-" Tears bubbled at your eyes. "I wanted to hel-"

"Well, you're not." He raised his hand and you instinctively cried out:

"DON'T HURT ME!" Diluc froze, hand in his hair and he stepped back at least five strides, watching with horrified eyes at the way you slid down the wall and sobbed. He felt sick at the sight, his hand glided from his hair to his mouth, where he tried to suppress his shock- he scared you. Reflecting back to the argument, Diluc was horrified at the realization of just how cruel he was.

"(Y/n) I-" He didn't even know what to say. He didn't have an excuse, he didn't even know how to apologize- there wasn't a word strong enough to express how he felt. Guilty? Disgusting? Vile? What the hell was wrong with him? Always hurting the ones he love- no, this isn't the time for self pity.

He swallowed back his own tears, slowly sinking to the floor in front of you. His heart sunk impossibly further at the sight of your still-trembling figure. "When you're ready, pl-" He inhaled sharply, resisting the urge to hold you in his arms and beg for forgiveness. "-please look at me."

Slowly, you opened your bleary eyes. He sat there, looking almost pathetic in the way his gaze remained trained to the floor and his head drooped. Arms outstretched and lip bitten between his teeth, Diluc sat in front of you looking like a kicked puppy. Admittedly, your heart still pounded in a frenzy, but part of you felt more at ease at the sight of his sheepish expression. Yeah, that's more like him.

He gasped when you suddenly lurched forward to toss your arms around his torso, head buried into the crook of his neck, and you ignored the light ache of your leg bent behind you. A moment passed, and then two, and then a tremor overtook your body once more. It wasn't you who quivered like a leaf this time, but him. his arms trembled around you as he held you tight and cried. He cried. Diluc Ragnvindr cried in your arms, you could hear the way he tried to stifle the sobs, and you could barely make out the pleading apologies.

"I'm so sorry, I never wanted to scare you, I just-" He still sounded angry, but at himself this time. "I'm sorry, you don't have to forgive me, but please know I would never hurt you." You looked over to him, shocked at the sight of his reddened, teary eyes. "Gods, I couldn't hurt you..." He muttered.

Truthfully, you needed some time. But you were confident he would wait as long as you needed, at that thought brought a small smile to your face. Without another word, you simply held him closer, too tired to think of something to say.

There were still things to say, boundaries to set, insecurities to work out, but that could wait. For now, you held him close and relished in the feeling of his own hands rubbing comforting circles into your back. Your voice cracked when you spoke, quiet and sleepy, he could barely catch your words; but when he did, he choked back a relieved sob.

"We're gonna be okay."

give me a genshin character, a prompt, specify platonic or romantic, and I'll write you a lil drabble! (closed)

[mikeysbabygirl]

For ur last post mr ran haitani plz 🙏🙏🙏🙏

𝑹𝒂𝒏 𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊 : ( NSFW headcanons)

I assume you're talking about Tenjiku Ran right ?

Ran gives so much attention to his appearance, it is indeed a fact.

This man is an aesthetic king. With his hair often perfectly styled, authentic clothes that he knows no other one in town would wear, and a charming smile up his sleeve, many see him as a womanizer, a panties collector.

He truly has been, at a certain point of life.

But now, Ran is twenty one, wearing the curse of a hundred girls tears, and he thinks he might have found a good place to stop.

I see him as a man of challenge, and what firstly got him obsessed by you was your unimpressed ways when it comes to him. Either were you only playing the hard to get, or were you really not interested in him, his new neighbor got him thinking very often about her.

I also see him as the type to start a friends with benefits type of relationship. When you finally give in to his attempt into sleeping with you, you don't forget to tell him you have no intention into getting involved in his gang shits, which he really thinks is good since he doesn't do very well with serious relationships.

Or he thinks so.

Because as soon as your "friend" Ran sees you hanging out with some other guy, he starts giving you the silent treatment.

And it is very obvious that he wants to talk to you, from the center of the room at the party, manspreading on the couch with a joint on his mouth, his gaze doesn't leave you. But he would just ignore you whenever you try talking to him, and you think you got the perfect way to break his composure. The nude you snapped from the bathroom mirror got him looking for you as soon as you pressed send.

But Ran is not the type to just fuck you in a stranger's bathroom, he thinks it is unworthy of him, and well, of you too.

He would rather take you home, no matter how hard it is just not to smash his lips against yours. He just appreciates feeling his cock aching for you.

Just like now that he got you spread on his bed, but Ran likes to take his time, kissing every inch of your skin and undoing every damn tie of your lingerie, unbothered by your whining.

- " Ain't ya cute now? So needy for my dick. "

Ran likes the contrast between his big calloused hands and your soft skin, he likes to just rest his hand on your clothed pussy, knowing he would not move an inch and let you ride his hand, desperately chasing some friction.

-" now now what if I said you ain't coming tonight, hm ?" His smirk widens when you try pressing yourself against his hand. " You really got on daddy's nerves, acting all smart 'round that guy. Think i might just let my princess get off on my hand, yeah ?"

Though he perfectly knows he can't, from the moment you sent that picture to now, feeling your wet spot against his hand, his desire never stopped growing.

Yet Ran wants you to understand no one could replace him, Ran wants you to beg for his dick, and he isn't planning on giving up any sooner.

The moment he sinks inside you, after denying you multiple orgasms feels like heaven to him. His head finds your face, placing teasing kisses on your jaw, his hair tickling your neck constantly.

-" So wet for me... Like my perfect bitch, ain't you now, angel ? M'princess, yes you are... my fucking good girl. "

Speaking in terms of nudes, this is a must in Ran's language. But the way he likes them is kinda... Special.

-" Jus' one, for when I'm missing my baby. For me ? Is my princess gon' lemme take a pic ?"

He knows you will. Because he is the devil, chosing the worst state you could be, right after reaching your high where you can't think properly, to take a picture of you.

His phone is full of pictures like that. And he truly thinks you are art.

You are his art, with his cum on your tits because he likes how it covers your nipples, because he finds it just too enticing to get off to your body when it is marked by him.

He likes the most when you are mad at him. No, Ran would not apologize for what he had done to that guy like a mentally stable human being. He would rather take his phone, open the camera and-

Your eyes widen as soon as you open the video you received from him. From the periphery of the camera, you could see his lips parted open, panting slightly, while the center of the screen shows his perfect length, his thumb drawing circles over his pink, leaking tip.

-" Shit, look what you making me do, love... What a shame- ya could've been the one riding this cock. Could've been the one I'm cumming on..."

Everything about this man is a work of art, even his breathless, lustful voice. The heat rushes fastly between your legs, as soon as the video comes to its end, and your thighs insidiously start squeezing against each other-

Another text of him had your eyes widening.

- Already dumb for my cock? Forgetting I'm your neighbor? Can see those thighs rubbing like a slut's. Just say the word, babes, and you'll have my fingers playing with that lil pussy.

Ah yes, Ran Haitani always wins.

[sicklscream]

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[jalnandanz]

CATCH US, DISPATCH ! ⎯ l.hs. (completed)

pairing: idol!heeseung x idol!fem!reader

summary: being in love is hard. being in love with an idol is even harder. being in love with an idol while being an idol yourself is basically hell. what will girl group member y/n and member of boy group enhypen, heeseung, do while in this situation? and are they even trying to hide their relationship? i mean, holding hands without wearing masks and a cap is basically asking for dispatch to catch you!

genre: fluff, idol au, verrry slight angst, crack (im trying to be funny </3)

featuring: enhypen. skz's hyunjin, brief mention of other skz members. i may add more if there are any

a/n: hi if i am unmotivated to finish this please please please force me to, i dont want this to end up like the sunoo smau :( feel free to give any feedback and if u like it plz tell me so that i will be motivated to write lol 🙏😅🤣🤣👍

warnings: a lot of swearing, ignore the timings of the tweets and messages!! more will be added as we progress

status: COMPLETED !

START: 5 december 2021

END: 16 december 2021

taglist: CLOSED

profiles 1 | profiles 2

chapter 1 — boyfie !!!!!

chapter 2 — yn dailyseungs anti

chapter 3 — sus giant bear

chapter 4 — boobliker is a fortune teller

chapter 5 — couple pics ??

chapter 6 — among us irl (sus sus)

chapter 7 — GEE F !!!

chapter 8 — a sign of jealousy

chapter 9 — middle finger emoji

chapter 10 — this isnt you eunchae 😢💔

chapter 11 — wafer *heart eyes*

chapter 12 — we kiss 👫

chapter 13 — 🚶 irl

chapter 14 — yes ... i mean no 😊🙏

chapter 15 (finale) — dispatch: FAILED !!!

[minqci]

hi girlie😉😉😉😉😉 write me some protective and bold diluc content plz. thanks 😊🙏

♡ protective!diluc as a boyfriend would include...

➸ diluc is super scary when he gets protective over you, and it's funny because he gets triggered by the smallest things.

➸ kaeya uses this to his advantage and teases him a lot by flirting with you here and there.

➸ he's never once ignored when kaeya flirts with you even though it should be obvious by now that kaeya's just doing it to get on his nerves.

➸ he gets even more worked up when other people hit on you.

➸ usually you get hit on when you're hanging around angel's share, most of the time by tipsy men who just want some company for the night.

➸ diluc is always the bartender on nights he knows you'll be at angel's share. he wants to be sure to stop those guys before things get out of hand.

➸ when he does catch them, he doesn't actually say anything. he stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, shooting a death glare to whoever crossed the line.

➸ his aura alone gets them scared and they just nervously head back to their table.

➸ but on rare occasions, there are some very persistent people who end up hitting on you.

➸ you were hanging out at angel's share again, which you've been doing almost every night since you and diluc got together.

➸ seeing him in his cute little bartender outfit with his hair up in a ponytail was just adorable.

➸ you were talking with jean and lisa since you invited them over for a little drink together as friends, and it was going well until you felt a small tap on your shoulder.

➸ you turned around to see a tall, dark-haired gentleman. he didn't look like he was from mondstadt from the way he was dressed, so you figured he was a wanderer.

➸ "good evening, i'd just like to say you're looking amazing tonight." the man said, taking your hand in his.

➸ he was about to kiss it, so you snatched it away. "oh, playing hard to get, are we gorgeous?" he says with a smirk.

➸ you slowly start to scoot away when he grabs a seat next to you. "so, you alone tonight? i could definitely keep you company and...satisfied."

➸ before you could tell him, you felt arms around your waist. you knew diluc was going to lecture you for letting the strange man get this far with you, but you were just glad he was here.

➸ diluc did what he always did and stood over you with a brooding aura, glaring at the guy hitting on you.

➸ the strange man did pause, but after a moment he just continued talking. "this your boyfriend, hm? you could do better." he said, pointing towards himself.

➸ you felt diluc let out a low exhale, he was trying to stop himself from causing a scene.

➸ "please, he's not even trying to defend you. i'm not a little bitch like him, stay with me tonight hm?" he said, taking your hand again.

➸ diluc grabbed his hand, slowly tightening his grip and he walked towards him. diluc didn't stop until he was right in front of him, seeing how much he was in pain from his grasp on his hand.

➸ "hey, let go of me-" he was interrupted by diluc squeezing harder yet again, which caused him to let out a loud scream.

➸ people were starting to stare, but diluc didn't care anymore. "get out of here, hm? i see you in here again, i wont just leave a bruise on your wrist." he whispered.

➸ he let go of the guy's hand, and the poor little wanderer quickly ran out of the tavern.

➸ diluc let out a sigh. seeing how many people were looking, he knew this was gonna spread around mondstadt quite quickly.

➸ you wrapped your arms around his waist, laying your head against his back. "thank you, diluc."

➸ all his worries went away with this. knowing what he did made you feel safe, he would've beat him to a pulp if it meant you would stay happy.

➸ "no need to thank me, love." he turned to face you and held your face in his hands. "i'd do anything for you."

[rinstars]

「 DAY & NIGHT 」 ♤ PROLOGUE

MAIN PAIRING: Suna Rintarō x Fem!Reader

CHARACTERS: Hajime Iwaizumi. Miya Atsumu. Oikawa Tooru. Miya Osamu. Sakusa Kiyoomi. A couple of OCs to be introduced later.

GENRE: Romance. Sexual Content. Angst.

TAGS/WARNINGS: Arranged Marriage. Enemies to Lovers. Royalty Setting. Vampire AU. Some revenge and betrayal on the side. Hierarchical concepts.

PS. NOTE : UHMMM finally the prologue! if youve read it before, theres quite some changes in this than the older version and i hope u enjoy it as much. cfm did so well i have so much pressure for this one but 🤣 WHATEVER thank u for all ur support ily all sm. RBs and feedback help me so much more than you can all imagine so plz 🙏

SYNOPSIS: Nothing good can possibly come out of putting your life in the hands of someone who wants nothing more than to kill you. But faced with an enemy stronger than both of you could ever be, you are left with no choice but to let him lead the way—putting aside the lovers, secrets, and fact that you’d never have his heart as you find the truths behind the things that tore you apart in the first place.

TAGLIST: OPEN (send an ASK/REPLY below this post)

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"It stinks of an Arche in here."

"Quiet! You do not mention that name in the House of Lucia. Besides, it's impossible. All of them have perished."

There's quiet murmur everywhere. Eyes that couldn't quite believe their surroundings and gossip that flow from the walls like little ants that have nowhere to go. Well, that isn't surprising if you take into consideration everything there is to say about the whole thing. It's a miraculous event. Absolutely historical. Not centuries before and probably not centuries after this day.

Not after what's about to happen.

Still, more than the mindless gossip from everyone, the chatter on the house's elegance overpowers it all. There's bewilderment on everyone's faces as they witness the House of Lucia for the first time. After all, it never opened its doors for anyone before. The crimson velvets, the polished and veined marbles that litter the ground, the iridescent gold lights beaming at the center are all unfamiliar. Both in a good and bad way. There's an ominous feeling as everyone takes in the ballroom—a feeling like they don't belong. As if the only ones who should ever set foot in the carpeted stairs are the celestial beings of Lucia themselves.

You stood near the corner of the grandiose ballroom, away from the prying eyes. If you stay hidden, there's no way the gossip would revolve around you. Besides, nothing's better than being a spectator in the House of Lucia. Observance can get one very far. If you do it enough, you'd see all the strengths and weaknesses everyone tries to hide. You see it in the clinking glasses filled with a dark liquid you choose to ignore, the prestigious gentlemen in their tailored suits, the maidens hanging on their arms, the group of people clad in black Victorian attires as they play and sing Mozart's Lacrimosa on their shiny strings and percussion—the ever beautiful orchestra. 

Everyone hides their nerves behind fake smiles, crowding around the buffet filled with dishes none of these people have probably ever dreamed of. At the center of the cloaked table, an overflowing crystal bowl sits with red liquid too thick and deep for the others to even get close to. The look of it makes your eyes twitch, a gulp going down your throat while you look at the guests swiftly maneuvering their way around it.

How very fitting.

As if that wasn't enough to intimidate the guests, there are black orchids hanging everywhere your eyes decide to land. On the rouge curtains, beneath the soles of the women dressed to the nines while they lean on tables adorned by velvet petunias.

A grand setup for an announcement supposed to be just as grand. 

Your observation is cut short. The sound of large mahogany doors opening and lights beaming at the center of the grandiose space takes your attention away. Suddenly, the room grows silent as everyone stands straight —their very best behavior on display for the people entering the room. Soon enough, heels and boots fill the sound, the imperial family descending down the stairs. Dropping your heads down in greeting, you don't miss the sudden tension that weighs over the room. Shaking pupils hidden beneath artificial glee.

As expected.

"Greetings to the Suns of the Empire!" the people shouted with such fake enthusiasm to welcome the heroes of not just Lucia but the whole Empire. You wonder if the imperial family could tell these people are all scared of them. Then again, this is Lucia's kingdom you're in. The people are all too observant but too kind to do anything about it.

Or at least that’s the image they all try to play. 

The family whose excellence put an end to the eons of slaughter, cutting the Sanguine Wars short and giving peace to the people who used to live their lives in the dark. The unexpected but welcomed return of the rising "heroes" of humanity. Incredibly fitting for the meaning of their names, probably. 

The Sunas—proclaimed suns of the empire, the light in the dark, almighty family with hearts made of gold as vibrant as their eyes. The very same family who disappeared centuries ago in the height of war, leaving the Northern Empire, Lucia, alone as the people fight and beg for scraps as aftermath. Still, it's very clear how the people of Lucia deal with situations like this. And this party is testament enough to the fact that their sins are easily overshadowed by their acts of heroism. Perhaps that's fair treatment. After all, the generation who left is nowhere near this new generation of the family. 

Upon saving the world, their lost honors were handed to them on a silver platter. Not much groveling involved. At the end of the day, who would dare? This is no ordinary family. They're the oldest and mightiest of the two living lineages of vampires left. However, it's very much still a shock. The admirers are much greater but the ones who condemn aren't none. This is the same family whose ancestors lead the greatest wars against humanity. They're supposed to be humanity's enemies. 

But did that really matter? One look at this family and all reasons go down the drain.

Averting your eyes, you notice a woman with platinum hair standing out among the crowd just a few meters apart from you. There's an unmistakable warmth in her eyes as she eyes one of the men atop the dais, sitting in his throne at the very far end of the room with a seemingly very uninterested gaze—nod barely there as he greets the guests hesitantly approaching him. A friend you notice was standing beside her joins in as they both gape at him, whispering what's probably something degenerate about what's beneath his clothes, and they never fail to make her blush.

There's an urge for you to eavesdrop, your feet carrying you to them before you could register the action. Oh, well, what's the harm? You're excited to join them in their blather. This party's boring you to the core. You imagine the main event isn't in a few more hours, so really, what's left for you to do?

Their eyes snap at the clicking sound of your heel as you get closer, their eyes shamelessly trailing up and down your body. In intrigue, admiration, or disgust, you couldn't tell. Perhaps mo of the first one. After all, no one in this room is dressed in your color. It's basically taboo to do so in the Land of Lucia. The Northern people aren't very welcoming of the dark. At the same time, maybe there's wonder behind those eyes. About who you could be. Since truthfully, no one dresses like you do if the intention wasn't to be remembered.

Ignoring their gazes, you opt for a sweet smile, arms resting atop their table the moment it was within your reach to do so. Resisting the urge to click your tongue, you turn to the platinum-lady, "My apologies, ladies, but do you mind if I join you?"

The pair looked at each other with such clear uncertainty, it was practically tangible. Platinum hair swallowed thickly, plastering a fake look of humility as she gently questions your intentions, "Yes?"

"No big reason at all!" you exclaim, nails tapping the glass of wine that sits abandoned on your side as you chuckle at her response. "The party is grand while the night is long. Loneliness is very easy to come by."

Eyes dancing around the ballroom, your eyes mistakenly catch the gaze of someone you wished to avoid. Tearing your eyes away, the burn in your stomach starts building up. Well, nothing much you can do about it but pretend it didn't affect you as it did so you try to engage platinum hair and her friend in conversation instead.

"Is that so?" she drawls. "I'm afraid we haven't caught your name yet, however." 

She's definitely mocking you. Unfamiliar face means no one of importance. And no one of importance means no place in her company. She's the daughter of the Prime Minister after all. She's rich, pretty, and prestigious and your courage to stand beside her is blasphemy in her book. 

"No one of importance, I'm afraid," you try to feign the look of shame, verbalizing the words in her head. "It's just that I wished to be acquainted with our future princess before it's made official and you're way far out of my reach. It seems you're way more beautiful than the rumors say."

At the sound of that, her face lit up, eyes shining as she basked in the compliment you threw around. Her friend nods along. Someone clearly just as oblivious as her. Though, when the high from the compliment dies down, platinum hair snaps her head back at you—eyes shaking as she looks around to see if anyone has heard of your declaration.

"Oh, you're too kind, my lady. However, if I could hopefully ask you to mind your statements with a little more.. care, I'd greatly appreciate it." she taps at your arm, looking at you incredulously. You could feel her pulse on her fingertips. The idea of marrying the 2nd Prince obviously arouses her.. albeit.. arranged. "Besides, the prince will have your head if someone hears you announcing it in such a preposterous manner."

There's pain in her voice when she says that. How she wishes every night she's able to talk about him and brag about their future to the people. Just how envious would the ladies of Lucia be to find out she's about to be linked with him eternally? Not anyone else but her. For as long as they both lived. Surely, everyone would end up fainting. The ladies grow weak enough as it is at the talk of how visually pleasing he looks. Hair long enough to touch his cheeks, eyes a mix of something golden and green, a hypnotizing gaze that tells you all about the coldness in him, perfectly shaped nose, a jawline possibly just as sharp as his fangs are. And all of these she'd end up waking up to every morning? The others would die in a pool of their own tears and envy.

"I'm sure the prince wouldn't mind, Miru." her friend giggled, linking arms with her best friend. "Isn't he extremely fond of you?"

"Certainly.. Even so, I'd prefer for the announcement to come from the Imperial family themselves. Veza is a sacred ritual. What's more, controversial, now that he's going through it with a human being." Arata Miru murmurs with a quiet voice, the terrifying feeling at the foreign act of veza, of being linked by blood and soul to a species completely different from her, seeping through her bones. 

You thought it was ridiculous. She has nothing to be afraid of. He's still the 2nd Prince and he is a dream to her. It didn't matter to her then that he's a vampire so why should it matter now? More than the fact that she holds feelings for the guy, you're sure the idea of being one of the most respected people in both realms is also another thing to look forward to. The moment she's wedded to him, nobody would dare touch her. At least not if they value their lives. 

"Do you think the linking process will hurt?" her friend's raven hair bounced as she lurched forward to whisper, probably also noticing the unmistakable anxiety in her friend's voice. The girl was practically shaking.

"I— I mean, it's necessary," she whispers with a shaky breath, eyes looking back and forth between both of you like she's asking for reassurance.

"Definitely," you trail off, nodding as you bite your cheeks to stop your amusement from showing. "Guess you'll find out when the ceremony begins."

No.. No, you won't.

You had to dig your nails on your palms—resisting the urge to reply and further contribute to the raging nerves of the poor woman in front of you. Arata Miru is a sweet girl. Elegant and gentle. Maybe too much attitude and possessiveness born of her privileges and love but it didn't necessarily make her a bad person. Perhaps it's your own personal feelings playing a part in the disdain you harbor for the lady.

There were hanging questions in the air from the moment the wedding got brought up to now. None of them have found their answers especially when the ladies in front of you are struggling to even form the correct terms to use. Veza is not something they're accustomed to, anyways. You suppose this confusion is normal. Not to mention the fact that no one else around her knows enough to help.

All they had to do was ask, though. 

Because you were certain you had the exact answers. 

You don't believe they'd even consider that, however. You're a nobody in the midst of these high nobles. If the educated men and scholars she grew up with didn't have the answers, why would you?

"Miru. .  Miru! His Highness!" Suddenly her friend starts with urgency, disrupting both your thoughts and Miru's nerves. Both of you snap your head in the direction she's looking at and unshockingly, the 2nd Prince himself struts over to your table—amusement in his otherwise cold eyes.

"Highest praises to the Agnar of the Empire," you all recite, heads bowing down to greet the devil himself. When you raise your heads, golden-green eyes immediately meet yours—so much disapproval in a single glance.

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you watch as all of the firm disapproval for you disappeared once he's looking at Arata Miru. There's a softened, almost caring, gaze that washes over his eyes and it was visible to everyone in the room watching the exchange. The people had their suspicions. The rumors in Lucia spread around like pests. But to see him approach the lady's table, it seems they all just got confirmed.

You wanted to snicker at everything in this house. Here is the prince who led the war, the second son of the family who's treated with as much respect as the crown prince, on one of the secluded sides of the ballroom. On the table of his soon-to-be fiancé with both curiosity and warning in his eyes. The latter obviously for you. 

Just a regular night in the House of Lucia.

The pair of ladies showered him with praises, no one daring to get any closer as they all admired the interaction from afar. You want no part in it. Seeing them gives an uneasy feeling on your stomach. Besides, your ears are ringing from hearing the same things the whole night. His congratulations for ending the tyrannical rule of the Arches in Lucia are endless. However, you'd bet he was tired of it too. It's a miracle he can retain such a calm expression. He's basically reeking of annoyance. 

"Everybody thought Melantha would always be under their rule. We were all so terrified they'd keep ruling Lucia, too! You're truly the light of the Empire to save us from such tragedy, my Prince," Miru exclaims enthusiastically, expression changing every once in a while as she recalls the story of how Melantha, the South, fell by the Lucia's, the North, hands in the army led by the 2nd Prince. All of this is old news. Still, it seems Arata Miru would do anything in her power to appeal to her future husband. 

Stepping to the side, you decide you've heard enough and wouldn't want to hear any more. Miru's cheery voice is giving you a headache and the story is irritating you as it replays like a broken record. 

The scents of everyone around you make you dizzy. There's the strong smell of perfume and something else you wouldn't want to dwell on. Not to mention, the overflowing crystal bowl at the center of the room. Preoccupied with the headache building up, you almost miss the presence that suddenly stepped in your space.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" you deadpan sarcastically, face turning sour at the fact he decided to follow you even in the darkest corner of the grand ballroom.

"The pleasure is all mine, I'm afraid," he replies with equally as much sarcasm, crossing his arms on his chest as he rests his head on the wall beneath him. He's oozing asshole.

"Oh, I believe you. I'm not very easy to come by," you agree, tucking a stray hair behind your ears. "You should be honored."

He hissed, clicking his tongue in annoyance before deciding to completely ignore your statement. Apparently, he's not in the mood for games like these. Pity. That's the only way you both play. 

"She's just as I know her to be," he mumbles, nodding to a passerby who bent down to greet him. It's ridiculous how the whole space seems to be under his command. Imperial families and their intimidations.

"Not that I wanted to hear about this but I'll humor you, I suppose. That a good or bad thing?" 

"Just amusing," he says, fingers gesturing for a waiter to get close as he snags a glass of the thick red drink—blood, if you haven't already guessed. 

Looking at him as the metallic tang of the drink hits your nose, you can't help but acknowledge the way he looks tonight. He does not perspire. Neither does his face show the slightest signs of stress or fatigue. The only indication he's uncomfortable comes in the way he would tense his shoulders. There itch in him to take his white coat and vest off is rubbing off on you. When he thinks no one's looking, his fangs would retract, making you look away. 

"I, for one, think it's unfortunate she's in love with you," you muse, shaking your head. "What a waste of beauty."

"It's unfortunate everyone wants me to take her hand in marriage. She's not the woman fit to be wedded into my household—especially not through a sacred ceremony. No human, at that, is." There's a crack in his stoic facade when he says that, making you raise your eyebrows. Was it pity? Or sadness? No matter what it was, it disappeared as soon as it came. Now, he's back to looking at you. "Besides, it's not like you could fucking talk, yeah?"

That hit a nerve. "I guess so," you play it off with a shrug. "Well, are political marriages always absolute?"

He snickers at that, dry amusement playing underneath his dark gaze. "Didn't think politics were in your line of interests."

You've had enough with this man. You're not talking to him anymore. You don't know why you're even engaging in a conversation that doesn't include curses and insults but now that you did, you see why you've both never done it. He couldn't possibly start thinking you're jealous. Even if he was just teasing you, you didn't like the sound of it. 

"I would've asked you for a dance," he starts again, moving to stand in front of you with palms upturned in a silent message that urges you to take it. Pressing your palms flat against him, his thumb immediately reaching around to rub small circles on the back of your hand. All of that until he's squeezing the life out of it with a devious smirk, pointed nails extending as he tries to gouge a reaction out of you in front of all the whispering people. "Only if you didn't make my fucking skin crawl."

Pulling your hands away, a thin trail of red running down your fingers as the point scrapes your skin, you remain stoic as you tell him. "Oh, Rintarō, I share the exact same sentiments as you do. Don't go thinking you're special now."

You resist the urge to say anything that would spark a fight between both of you. After all, if people start talking, things might begin getting complicated. You're not here for the pleasures of elegance nor the satisfaction of pissing the 2nd Prince off. You're here for a grander purpose. A bigger goal. Something where your personal feelings do not play a part in.

The song in the orchestra changes almost as if by command. The cheery music invites people to gather at the dance floor. You were about to turn around, watch as the people celebrate with the festive spirit you couldn't afford. But before you could, cold fingers are wrapping around your wrist to stop you. 

"It's time. We have to go." His voice is quiet, cautious, as he shakes his head at you. Eyes darting around, he makes sure his fiancée is far out of earshot. "Now."

Biting your tongue, you nod back at him, letting him lead you away from the people and into a place deeper and farther away from the crowd. Into a place where they wouldn’t find either of you. He reached into his pockets, fishing out a rusted key that lets you in a wooden door leading to a secret tunnel. Once inside, he lets go of your hand, looking back every once in a while to make sure no one is trailing closely behind. A waste of effort. You're pretty sure the moment someone entered the door, he'd feel their presence before he'd see them.

At the end of the tunnel, a metal door rests—one he unlocks just as easily as the first one. The moment he does, a distinctive scent fills your senses. The forest is pitch black, just as you'd expect it to be in a dark night where the only source of light comes from the full moon in the sky. You walk deeper and deeper into the forest, crunching sounds of dried leaves and branches ahead of you serving as a guide for how long you'd have to walk. When the sounds stop, you halt to find a circle drawn on the ground with runes and lines both inside and outside the shape. 

"Are you sure you did this right?" You question him in doubt, throat starting to tighten up at the image in front of you.

"Do not compare me with your incompetence," is all he said in return as he lights the torches circling the space. The amber glow of the flame gives off a sinister vibe to the place. His pale skin reflects the color back at you when he says, "The Queen of the Atractus Cerberus, the first child of my Hellhound, a white raven. All of their bloods litter the ground you're standing in. Don't make the mistake of ruining the damn circle now, Ayla."

Ayla, meaning the "halo of light around the moon", falls from his lips, making you roll your eyes at the use of the nickname. He's not among the people who can call you that but apparently, he thinks it's funny to use it instead of your actual name. 

"I don't know much about your competence but I guess I'll believe you for now. Not that I have much choice on the matter," you force down a choke at the smell floating around the air. You wouldn't say it aloud but he definitely got it all right. The stench in the air is too much even for you.

Passing a black cloak to you, your hands can't help but shake as you catch it. There's a dark cloud of hesitation glooming over your head. The consequences and weight of all your decisions leading up to this moment plaguing your mind now that you're only a couple of steps away from accomplishing the plan. Realizing it's too late as you eye the cloak on your arms, you put it on with a swallow.

The hesitance in his eyes is as clear as yours. Something that tells you he wouldn't have gone through with this had there been a better option. Sucks for both of you that there's none. The song ends in a few minutes and by then, everyone would be looking for their prince. There's not much time left to question if this was the right choice all along. So he bares his fang, raising his wrist closer to it as he rips the pale skin apart—dark liquid oozing out of the laceration.

He brought it closer to your face, eyes not breaking firm eye contact with yours as he silently urged you to begin. With a shaky smile, dripping with the sarcasm that should tell him you're not ecstatic at the idea, your mouth opens as thick liquid drips all over your lips. Swallowing as quick as you can to avoid the taste, you take every drop that falls from his hovering arm.

He regenerates quick enough, the wound closing and therefore, ending the first part of the ritual. Wiping your lips, you turn to him in panic when you hear the song from the hall nearing its climax as you realize the amount of time you have left.

He dismisses your panic. "We still have more than enough time. Go on." 

Hastily following his previous actions, you pulled your sleeves up in an attempt to create a small laceration he could drink from. However, just as you were about to take a bite, Suna Rintarō snatches your arm, biting into it directly in a hurry. If you didn't hate the guy, you'd start thinking this was an erotically sexy sight. But because you did, all you feel is humiliation.

Standing in such close proximity with a Suna is already enough stain on your pride. But letting him drink directly from your wrist, smooth skin of his throat moving in unison with the pressure on your wrist, is definitely the final blow. You don't think your pride would recover from this. You don't think you'll ever feel clean again.

He tugs your wrist away after a moment, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he picks up a blade and goblet from the ground. He holds the former in one of his hands while the other, he pushes to your fingers with a blank look. Opening his palm, he slits a large gash running from his index finger across the base of his hand diagonally, a red trail following the blade. Squeezing his fingers shut, he lets the blood drip to the cup in your hands—clenching his jaw as you quickly approach the last stages.

With a placid expression, he murmurs to you in a quiet voice, "Give me yours." 

Repeating the same step, you mix your blood together in the shared cup, watching the liquid swirl at the bottom. There's so little of it inside. You know the nauseating feeling is not from the fact that you'd have to drink it. Rather, it comes from the thought of doing this with your enemy.

Tossing the blade in his hand to the side, he takes a step towards you, so close you could feel every expand of his chest with each breath he takes, and intertwines your bloody palms. You're supposed to say the first words. A woman is supposed to begin the final part of the ceremony. You knew that. But how does one begin when you couldn't even bring yourself to breathe properly?

"Does it humiliate you?" He breaks your trance, voice without a trace of guilt for putting you in this position, knowing you wouldn't have it in you to refuse.

"Why wouldn't it, Rintarō?" You snarl at him, voice sounding more pained than angered. "You ravished my people, took half our lands, and almost fucking killed all of us. And now, I'm supposed to go through this with you because you dragged us so low I have no way of getting us back up."

"I know," he simply answers, tightening his hold on your hand. "But I couldn't take it back even if I tried, YN," your name fell from his lips so smoothly, it almost made you cave in. "What matters right now is us, at this moment, and we're about to fucking go through this. No matter what. Because it's what both of us need."

You don't know what it was. Maybe it was the gentleness in his eyes as he said that, the smallest glint of pity for both your situations. Or the warmth of his hands on yours which you didn’t even think was possible. Or the gentle blow of the wind on your face, messing your hair up, while his fingers reach to tuck it in your ears. Whatever it was, it gave you enough courage to speak the words. And by that point, you knew there was no going back.

"I, Daughter of the South, Child of Melantha, Princess of Arche, offer my eternity to the man before me. To be bound by blood for now and always, to be linked in life and death, to be connected by soul forevermore. I give you all of me and all I'll ever be. With this, I give you my heart."

No matter who it was, you suppose there will always be that magical and surreal feeling when going through the ritual. After all, you only hear the declaration once and never again. Maybe that's why Rintarō's eyes are suddenly clearing from whatever was clouding them before. There's pride in them as he watched you bring the cup to your lips—sealing your promise. 

You didn’t feel anything upon finishing the drink, making you doubt for a moment if you're even doing the right thing and following the correct sequence. Then again, you've been learning about the importance and significance of veza your whole lives. Both yourself and him. It was practically in the royal rulebook. There's no way you've missed something.

"I, Son of the North, Child of Lucia, Prince of Suna, offer my eternity to the woman before me. To be bound by blood for now and always, to be linked in life and death, to be connected by soul forevermore. I give you all of me and all I'll ever be. With this, I give you my heart."

Just like that, whatever uncertainty you previously had completely vanished. As soon as the first drop touches his lips, both of you are gasping at the caving feeling that spreads through your chests. Like half of you was taken, only to be replaced by something completely foreign but familiar at the same time. The heat consumes you, a painful type of ecstasy making your head spin as you stare at his eyes—a golden sea you could probably get lost in.

Tears well your eyes as he pulls you in for a kiss, the urge to feel you all over him knocking the air out of his system as he fights being emotional over someone he's not even supposed to like. His hands are so cold and callous but they somehow feel soothing against your cheeks. He loves the way your arm hooks around his neck to pull him closer.

"My bride," He breathes against your lips, making you shudder. "My wife."  

He holds you for as long as he can. For as long as the music in the hall would allow him to. You breathe each other in, memorizing the faces of your other halves. Both of you try to imprint it in your minds—the way you looked on the night you called each other a bride and a groom; a husband and a wife.

What you didn’t know then was the fact that everything about this night is too good to be true.

The song playing from the ballroom all the way back from the palace ends a few seconds later.

And along with it, the end of this fantasy.

Because you should have known better than to marry your killer.

A killer who wants your life as much as you want his.

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